Classificar Clara apenas como companheira de Carlos Marighella é apagar sua militância que foi longa e cheia de frutos. Clara morreu hoje, em São Paulo, aos 100 anos.
hello pls may i request something w wooyoung - we know he is sometimes dumb and says things without thinking so could i req something where he accidentally upsets his girlfriend / s/o and maybe one of the boys has to explain why they're upset n it's fluffy at the end ??
a/n: i hope you like this! i hope it’s fluffy enough and also i was informed it is one (1) man’s birthday today so happy birthday wooyoung!
you were playing some game with the boys, mafia, a game you, in all honesty, had no idea about, hadn’t played before, and it was because of this that the evening escalated the way it did.
“we found the idiot!”, your boyfriend joked when you lost the game for the fourth time in a row, and even though you knew he didn’t mean it it still hurt, especially when being stupid was one of your biggest insecurities, when you were constantly worrying about being less than perfect at your school work, at your tests, at everything that required some intellectual abilities. you’d never been very good at handicrafts, so your brain was all you had, in a way, or that’s what it felt like. and now wooyoung had called you an idiot for not knowing how the game worked and hadn’t even realised that you turned quiet, teasing you some more about being so smart but then losing against him when it came to this game.
“wooyoung”, seonghwa, the oldest of the group, warned him, but he didn’t seem to notice, smiling brightly at you even when you turned away from him because you couldn’t stand to see his face when he was being so annoying and rubbing it in your face that you weren’t as smart as you pretended you were, that it was all empty words.
“i get it, wooyoung”, you snapped about two seconds later, getting up from where you were seated and your boyfriend’s hand dropping from your knee as you did so.
“baby?”, because now he, too, had realised that something was wrong, especially when you hissed at him: “call me idiot instead.”
and then, before he’d had the chance to think about just what he might have done wrong, you went off to mingi’s room - the boys all liked you and it was the only single room and in this moment you really were just too upset to think much about anything -, telling wooyoung that mingi would get his bed tonight and he’d be sleeping on the couch.
“what did i do?”, with wide, genuinely innocent eyes, looking at his friends that seemed about as surprised by your outburst as he was, though they were able to tell how what he’d said had upset you, and greatly so.
“wooyoung”, hongjoong sighed, and the confused look on his friend’s face made hongjoong want to sigh again.
“you shouldn’t have called her an idiot”, he elaborated, though wooyoung still seemed a little uncertain about just what he’d done wrong.
“but we call each other names all the time!”, because that was true, you’d tease each other a lot, though you at least always made sure to tell him you didn’t mean it and that you loved him the way he was. he hadn’t noticed that his teasing had hurt you a little in the past already, too.
“maybe they don’t like that”, mingi let him know, being able to understand how it felt when people had a certain image of you in mind that you didn’t want to challenge by suddenly being “less fun”.
“but they’ve never said anything?”
he seemed so lost and his friends almost felt a little sorry for him, but then they heard one very loud sob from mingi’s room and they knew wooyoung would have to apologise, and soon, and genuinely.
“i think they didn’t want to be a party pooper”, yunho said, and they could near hear the gears shift in their smaller friend’s head.
“you know they’re scared of being stupid, woo”, san told him with a soft, considerate voice, because he knew that wooyoung sometimes had a hard time realising that things weren’t as fun as he thought they were, and that he needed it spelled out for him at times that things genuinely hurt.
“they’re scared of not being good enough or smart enough, and they’ve been frustrated all night for always losing because they didn’t really get it. so you probably just rubbed it in their face that they’re not good enough, even though we know you didn’t mean it that way.”
“oh”, and now he finally understood. “oh, shit, i messed up really bad”, and as if to confirm it your sobs got louder, making everyone’s heart hurt.
“i’ll fix it”, jumping up and bolting to mingi’s room, faster than lightning would be if it were human, knocking at the door desperately because he wanted to hug you and tell you that you were the smartest person he knew.
“baby, y/n, i’ll sleep on the couch, i’m not trying to get to sleep in a bed, but please let me in. you can kick me out whenever”, whining a little because he didn’t like being in front of the door when you were crying your eyes out behind it.
“isn’t that stupid, wooyoung? letting you in to kick you out again? though i guess there’s not much better to expect from me.”
“no, baby, no, there’s not much better to expect from me, i didn’t mean it. please let me in, i’ll steal shiber, if you want”, because he knew you had a soft spot for the dog plushie and he also knew this would very clearly show his love because san might just kill him if he tried.
this worked, though, no stealing required, because you unlocked the door and wooyoung near threw himself into your arms because he wanted to hold you and hug you and comfort you, he wanted to make up for all his stupid words.
“i’m sorry”, he almost yelled into your ear, causing you to flinch, so he turned down his volume a little, “i’m sorry for saying that because i didn’t mean it at all. i don’t think you’re stupid, your iq is probably twice as high as mine and you’re so smart and you know so many things and you’re also beautiful because i know i’ve called you names to tease you but i didn’t mean any of them, you’re beautiful and i love your jokes and your laugh and you don’t ever annoy me and i also love it when you drool on my pillow or even my chest at night because it means you’re really comfortable and all the things i tease you about i only do because i wouldn’t have thought you think i mean it, because it’s so obvious that you’re so perfect and kind and-”
and even though your hurt heart loved him sweet-talking you like this you couldn’t have him feel so bad when you were no longer as upset as he feared you were.
“woo”, you interrupted his loving and guilty monologue, “it’s okay.”
“no, it’s not, i made you cry and now you’re trying to make me feel better again even though i upset you and i called you stupid when i’m the idiot for not realising that it hurt and-”
and again you had to interrupt, even if just to make him breathe in some air again, something he seemed to be neglecting as he rambled on.
“woo, really, it’s okay”, though your voice was still shaky from crying.
“it’s not okay but if you don’t hate me it’s a little better”, his arms that were wrapped around you pressing you against him even tighter.
“as if i’d hate you. i’m dating your silly ass”, you tried to joke, hoping he’d finally stop beating himself up over it if you’d make a joke.
“and i promise i’ll keep it in mind and i won’t say things like that anymore, or i’ll apologise, at least, you know sometimes my mouth moves too fast. but i promise you i don’t dislike anything about you, except when you steal my favourite shirts, but even that’s okay because it just shows me you love me. okay?”
what exactly he wanted an okay to you didn’t know, but you said it anyway, “okay” with a sweet smile sent his way, and he squished your cheeks as he pulled you in to kiss you.
“i’m stupid”, he let you know, “for ever calling you stupid. i’m stupid”, and he sounded almost proud to have come to that conclusion, and finally, you laughed.
“you’re not stupid. just a little slow sometimes, but i love you anyway. just like this.”
“and i love you, i really do, and i’ll even sleep on the couch because i know i messed up and i deserve it. and even when i’m stupid and don’t realise how you feel, i still know that i love you. don’t doubt that. and please don’t actually make me sleep on the couch.”
you laughed, but you knew you wouldn’t make him, not when he was sweet like that, peppering your face in cute kisses. it had mainly been an empty threat, anyway, because even when he was the one to make you feel bad he was the one you wanted to hold at night to feel better again. still, now it was your turn to tease him a little, just a little.
“we’ll see”, but the teasing didn’t last long because he looked resigned and pouted as he accepted his fate of sleeping on the couch, “as if i could ever kick you out when you’re cute like that.”
Cuidado com o perigo daquilo que chamo de Feminismo Leve. É a ideia de uma igualdade feminina condicional. Por favor, rejeite totalmente. É uma ideia vazia, falida, conciliadora. Ser feminista é como estar grávida. Ou se é ou não se é. Ou você acredita na plena igualdade entre homens e mulheres, ou não.
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