Thinking about Abe snooping at an event(not exactly church related but possibly linked to like a formal dinner) but he hears us talking to some friends and they are like:
Them: “So what do you think about him isn’t he cute?!”
Us: “yeah… I guess he is…”
Them: “What’s that tone for? Don’t you like him”
Us: “I do like him… he’s very kind and easy on the eyes it’s just that… I think he’s too deep in his religion for us to work out ya know? He’s a good guy but his dedication might be a little bit to much for me.”
Then: “Yeah I can get that”
Us: “Don’t get me wrong! Believing in god is great! I do! But I wasn’t raised to go to church and pray 10 times a day so I think we would be to different. It would get uncomfortable.”
what does he do?
he'd probably press the issue a bit at another time and get a more detailed insight on how you feel about it. he's not the type to push his religion onto others, so if you aren't into the whole daily prayer / regular church attendance stuff, he wouldn't force you to participate! he'd even tone down the bible thumping around you just to make sure you're comfortable.
if his religion is straight up a deal breaker for you, though... it's still okay! he's sure he could find a work around!
i think he could get used to worshipping you instead 💕
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sewis “table”
"Guess the tables have turned a little, eh?" Lewis says, a small, amused smirk playing on his face as he hands Sebastian a glass of water.
Seb takes the glass and chugs down the water. He shoots Lewis a confused look over the edge of the glass.
"Normally I'm the one forgetting my keys and you're the one letting me in," Lewis explains.
It's the middle of the night - 2:42 AM to be exact, at least according to the clock on the microwave. Lewis had woken up roughly ten minutes ago to rapid knocking on the front door, and when he'd opened it he'd been met with the sight of one very drunk roommate.
Sebastian rolls his eyes. "I didn't forget my keys," he says, putting his glass down onto the counter. "I just- I lost them."
Lewis laughs at that, big and bright. "How is that different?"
Seb opens his mouth, and Lewis can tell that he's about to be ambushed with one of Seb's signature rants, that are even worse when he's drunk.
"Never mind," he says quickly, and without really thinking about it he reaches up and covers Seb's mouth with his hand.
Seb's eyebrows shoot up at the sudden contact, his eyes huge and surprised. Lewis' heartbeat picks up, and time seems to slow down just a little.
They're close; Lewis hadn't even realized until now, and he can feel the heat coming from Seb's breath. His thumb is resting just underneath Seb's chin, and he can feel the stubble that's growing there. He has to resist the urge to stroke it.
He tries to shake himself out of it. This is dangerous territory, one he's been actively trying to stay away from for ages now. He blinks, wills himself to remove his hand and step away, put some space between them again.
In the end it's Seb who moves first. He reaches up, circles his fingers around Lewis' wrist and gently tugs it down.
He doesn't push Lewis away, though. In fact, he shuffles closer, his grip on Lewis' wrist tightening.
It's quiet around them, the only sound in the flat being a low, electrical buzzing coming from the fridge and the sound of their breathing. Lewis doesn't dare to close his eyes, too scared to find out what will happen if he does.
Then - a loud crash from outside, a car honking aggressively. It pierces through the weird trance they seem to have found themselves in; Seb's fingers loosen, and Lewis steps away quickly, looking away. He clears his throat, grabs Seb's glass from the counter and moves over to the dishwasher to put it away.
"Who'd you go out with, anyway?" he asks. He doesn't look at Seb. "I thought Daniel and Valtteri were out of town."
A few seconds pass before Seb replies.
"Just - some other friends."
Lewis is about to dig further, eager to get back to some form or normality after whatever that had just been. If he acts like everything is normal then surely everything is. Right? But before he gets the chance to, Seb speaks again.
"How was it with Nico?"
His tone is neutral, if not a little on edge. Lewis flinches a little at the mention og his boyfriend. He hopes Seb doesn't notice.
"Uh, good," he says. He turns around again, leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. "Yeah it was - it was good. We went to some fancy restaurant, it was nice."
Seb nods, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. "That's good," he says. He scratches at his chin, and Lewis is reminded of how it had felt against his fingertips just moments ago. "I'm, uh - I'm going to head to bed now, I think."
Lewis nods. "Sure."
He watches as Seb heads out of the kitchen, towards his bedroom door, right next to Lewis'.
Lewis lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
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*thinking really hard* so like I saw a post that talked about gnc people and how queer people in general have begun to shift more towards their individual identity and labels rather than their place in a community of queer people and it really resonated with me.
Ever since I heard about trans people I’ve wondered if it applied to me, since I don’t really have much of an internal gender. I’ve considered pronoun changes, staying just gnc, labels like demigirl, bi/trigender, gender-fluid, but nothing rly fit and honestly I’m kinda lazy abt the whole thing. I honestly only want to change my gender labels in solidarity w trans people, if that makes sense.
And the whole community identity makes so much more sense to me! Hell yeah I’d love to be gnc for my trans sibling fucking hell yeah. It’s also a great way to kickstart more proactive things rather than obsessing over my own gender. It feels so revolutionary to me (an 18 y/o) even though this is probably such a basic concept in queer history. Lol
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