#SO WHEN WHIZZER DECIDED TO ASK MARVIN IF HE COULD BE WHO HE ACTUALLY WAS MARVIN WAS LIKE “YEAH SURE HES NOT GONNA BEAT ME OR ANYTHING”

[whizzvin-wins]

If I see one more fic where whizzer is bad at chess and loses to Marvin all the time I’m going to hurl myself into the sun

#falsettos #i’m fucking sick of this #HES GOOD AT CHESS #MARVIN DIDNT ACTUALLY LET HIM WIN #ALL OF YALL BEING LIKE #oH WeLL mArViN sAiD hE’d lEt wHizZeR WiN aNd tHeN wHizZeR wOn wHy WaS hE SuRpRiSeD #ARE MISSING THE FUCKING POINT #MARVIN FORCED WHIZZER INTO THE ROLE OF THE “WOMAN” BECAUSE HE GENUINELY BELIEVED THAT WAS HOW RELATIONSHIPS WORKED #SO WHEN WHIZZER DECIDED TO ASK MARVIN IF HE COULD BE WHO HE ACTUALLY WAS MARVIN WAS LIKE “YEAH SURE HES NOT GONNA BEAT ME OR ANYTHING” #SO WHEN WHIZZER WON IT LITERALLY SHATTERED HIS ENTIRE WORLDVIEW #THE CHESS GAME IS MY FAVOURITE SONG EVER AND POSSIBLY THE MOST INTELLIGENT SONG ON THE PLANET #DONT SHIT ON IT OR WHIZZER LIKE THIS #(I have more reasons) #(But this is just the tags) #(So imma stop) #(If you wanna hear more about it lmk) #i have had this in the drafts for a while #decided to post it finally

[what-kinda-fuckery]

Hey so, I was one of the star struck falsettos stans that spent the forty dollars for the webinar, and I took notes (like a weirdo). So I decided I would share my funny moments and updates from the cast here!

- Host: Everyone should be keeping their audio off.

Christian: Oh alright!

Host: nO Christian not you

- Christians in Manhattan and his hair is back and he’s wearing a Superman t-shirt.

- Brandon is with his parents in NJ

- Stephanie and Brandon still love each other

- Brandon: Meat should be cooked just right

- Betsy: Stephanie are you in maple wood?

Stephanie: Well thank you for telling everyone where I am (she’s in NJ)

- Stephanie: Are you fucking kidding meee!!!

- Tracie is in LA, she looks like she’s in Costa Rica and I love her dog.

- Anthony’s VOICE IS LOW EVERYONES FREAKING OUT

they’re all talking about Anthony’s clear skin

- Andy Randy is in LA with a fresh haircut his boyfriend did it and he’s watching too much TV

Andrew: I’m watching this is America

Stephanie: SO GOOD

Andrew: SO GOOD

- Everyone’s having hard days

- Christian is acting out tracies dog’s pathetic bark and everyone’s like WHAT are you doing bc it looks like he’s about to throw up

- BETSY IS A WEEK AWAY FROM HAVINGA WHOLE CHILD

Betsy: What else do you do during a pandemic? Have a baby!

Andrew: Can I toss out another baby name? Celery.

Literally everyone: Goodnight Andrew goodbye!

- Christian is living with a girl (?) and playing board games instead of watching television

HE COOKS NOW EVERYONES PROUD OF HIM

Christian: yesterday I made pork filet en croute

Stephanie: I MADE PORK WITH SAGE AND APPLES ON WEDNESDAY

Stephanie: In mean girls they wear pink on wednesdays. In falsettos they make pork.

- I can’t get over Anthony’s voice

Again everyone returning to his literally perfect skin

- Stephanie: When watching four jews in a room in the beginning who’s in China?? I know the answer I just want to hear someone say it.

Andrew, with a thick accent: It was Bryna, in China, with a torn miniscus

- Christian: Did anything interesting make it on to the telecast between me and you? Andrew? Actually I dont remember I need to do my research.

Andrew: There’s been some strange comments about Christian and I- (AT THIS POINT IM WHEEZING)

HE MENTIONED THE TONY BONY

HE SAID IT WASNT A THING

HE DIDNT HAVE ONE

Andrew: No that’s not a thing that happened

Brandon: Andrew i want you to know that it’s okay if it was. It’s a safe space just the seven of us. (Lol)

- Bill Finn would take two steps into the room: “WROONG”

Stephanie: he wanted me to sing the end of I’m breaking down up the octave and I said #notmytrina

Brandon: #NOTMYTRINA

- Tracie what did you do during act 1

Tracie: Betsy and I sat in that dressing room for like an hour and a half

Andrew: You SANG the WHOLE SHOW TRACIE

- Betsy watched parts of the first act to feel like she was there

- Betsy sprained both her ankles at one point during the run and was a trooper anyways

Brandon reenacting Betsy limping during look look look look

Everyone dies laughing

Christians LAUGH makes me SO HAPPY

- Betsys screen is frozen like this: 🤨

Andrew: What if she went into labor??? (This is a common thread throughout the zoom)

- Anthony: I’m getting a lot of glitching so Stephanie is just like “HUH UH UH UH”

- Betsy comes back and everyone is like

YOU GUYS ITS COMING!!!

- They bought Andrew an ice cream for his birthday from the vending machine at rehearsal

- Andrew: The Hawaii crop top

Betsy: I would give anything to have that

- Tracie: it was very hard. Very precise bringing the blocks together

Brandon: Trying to be like oh my god we’re going to a funeral

Andrew: MY DEATH IT WAS MY DEATH

- fan question: What did the blocks weigh?

Stephanie: They were like thick yoga blocks. Not heavy but awkward shaped

Andrew: Significantly heavier when Anthony sat on them

Anthony: I just realized how much I got thrown around

Stephanie: Anthony were you proud of yourself? #proudofyou

Anthony: The one moment I was cringing was father and son

Christian: HERE WE GO *SLAPS TABLE*

Betsy: Anthony’s like BLAH BLAH BLAH blah my line BLAH BLAH BLAH my line BLAH BLAH

Christian: I LEAVE THE PAUSE IF YOU CANT GET IN THATS ON YOU

Anthony: I was blinking in that number like constantly

Christian: THE WHOLE THING LIKE A SALAMANDER

Oh Anthony.

- Andrew: I HAVE A STORY ABOUT CHRISTIAN BORLE. Tech for what more can i say. He was laying on me. We were shirtless in underpants under the blankets.

Christian: SLOWER

Andrew: he leaned over; He sniffed his armpit and said “I hope you like France”

EVERYONE DIES LAUGHING INCLUDING ME

Christian: i haven’t worn deodorant in 10 years true story

- Christian: i seem to remember holding our pillows and blankets pretending like we were partying on fyre island and Andrew said:

Andrew: WHATS YOUR NAME???

Christian: No no it was something like:

WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU STAYING IN??

Andrew: WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU STAYING IN???

Betsy: James lupine I feel like we’re ruining this show

- Andrew: The shenanigans were real but so was the sadness

Stephanie: We’re real and we’re funny what you gonna do

- Andrew talking about how hard the show was to do: Finding some liberty, It’s a hard world to live in all the time. It was a hard time especially for Christian. I would sometimes go home and cry for no reason

Brandon: Building up emotion with nowhere to put it

Betsy: then Lesbians come in and provide all the levity

Stephanie: Although Dr. Charlotte brings in horrible news

Tracie: Everything’s beautiful at what more can i say and I’m like not so fast

- Tracie always had a funny thing to say

- Who broke character the most on stage?

Anthony Stephanie and Christian

Anthony: it was when I said “I don’t want a bar mitzvah” and I spit in your face a lot and you went like *puts arms up* and someone at stage door was like very condescending like it’s not professional

Christian: Oh my bad we’re people sorry

- Stephanie wrote a line in the show “YOU HAVE PAINTINGS OF DICKS”

- James wanted her to cut off her finger during I’m breaking down

And turn around with a bandaged bloody finger

- Betsy’s nose bleeding during something bad is happening

And Tracie was like something BAD IS HAPPENING

Tracie: Christians throwing up right now

Betsy: Bloody Kleenex up the nose THE SHOW MUST GO ON

- Fan question: Stephanie how do you belt with a banana in your mouth

Christian: Practice practice practice

Stephanie: just shove it in your cheek. But Really that wasn’t supposed to happen

Anthony’s nickname in the rehearsal room was little bananas because he had to gather up all the pieces of stuff after Stephanie shoved the table over with her rear. Sometimes he didn’t have enough time to put it somewhere so he would just put the pieces of banana in his mouth and that’s where it came from

That’s why

- Andrew: Stephanie your glasses are very chic

Stephanie: Oh my gosh thank you *shocked*

- Betsy: Bill was like I’d rather DIE than change lyrics for the pbs special

FLaT aS a LaKe

- Cue everyone accidentally talking over each other and saying what at each other for 30 seconds

Christian: what? what? what?

Who is it?

What’s going on?

- If you could play anyone else in the show who would it be

Anthony said Mendel

Tracie said Mendel

Brandon said Trina

Andrew said marvin

Betsy said whizzer

Stephanie said Mendel

And I honestly couldn’t hear if Christian said anything whoops

- Brandon: If someone could at some point explain to me the Mendel eats dirt meme? People have been Asking me if Mendel eats dirt? I don’t think it’s about Trina Trina is not the dirt. I was overwhelmed. Can someone in the Q&A explain this? *A few seconds later* oh It was from a meme generator?

Christian: Greaat.

Brandon: It’s a fan fiction about Mendel eating dirt and getting aroused by it

Everyone: WHAT

- They still get fan art

Someone recreated the whole soundtrack 8bit and also with KAZOOS

- Brandon: CONGRATS CHRISTIAN ON LULOS WIN FOR LITTLE SHOP. If you haven’t seen Christian in little shop it’s revelatory I’m not just blowing smoke up your ass I have not laughed that hard in a while at the theatre

- Christian talking about little shop

Christian has a 12 inch Batman toy in his dressing room and he misses it

- Ticket prices were getting out of control before corona everyones hoping this will make a difference

Brandon and everyone think it should get more accessible

- Brandon: Hear hear I need a refill

- Stephanie: Your hair looks incredible Brandon (it did)

Christian: She’s been waiting to talk about it for 53 minutes

- Andrew: Well Betsy what I’m wondering is have you crowned yet??

Proceed everyone dying

Brandon, taking a picture of the screen: This moment will go down in history as When Betsy was asked if she was crowning

- Everyone mimicking zoom freezing by starting a sentence and freezing halfway through

- Christian: What new Steven sondheim musical are you excited about Anthony *devilish grin*

Anthony having no idea what Christian is talking about

Christian: Come on Anthony you know the answer. Ugh. The minds of the young. You’re smoking pot now aren’t you??

Christian: We have a lot of fun

- Andrew: I’m trying to get people to pay attention to me

- Christians pretending to be frozen

Cue a lot of yelling: Stephanie BRANDON STEPHANIE

NO CHRISTIAN

Everyone accusing each other of being frozen

NO YOURE FROZEN

- Andrew: Let’s all act like we’re frozen

Steph: I see Andrew acting like hes frozen

Betsy: Watching you do that is killing me

- Listening to the cast recording for the first time together

Stephanie: Why was I the a-hole that couldn’t be there???

Christian: That’s a question only you can answer

- Betsys husband came in everyones like BETSY LOOK OUT

Christian: that scared the shit out of me

- What is marvins last name and what was his line of work

Christian: we definitely said it at some point right? (They didnt) but he was in advertising. What was the last name? Gardens? O’Malley?

- Andrew: Betsys gone oh no

Betsy: I’m right here!!!

Andrew: She’s giving birth (again)

Stephanie: Betsy Wolfe is a ceiling

- Brandon: Welcome back Anthony. You’re here now.

Anthony singing merrily we roll along over Betsy trying to tell a story

Christian: STOP SMOKING POT IN YOUR BEDROOM ANTHONY

- Betsy: Steve (Steven Sondheim) comes to the door I call him steve

Into the woods is the reason Betsy is in theatre

- Betsy: Andrew was nervous singing at the tonys for Book of Mormon and he got dry mouth he sang like 😬I BELIEVE and he licked his lips so much during the song.

Brandon: Did you have a boner then too?

Andrew: GUYS DONT BE DICKS

Stephanie: It’ll be like dry mouth, boner

Andrew: BETSY YOU FUCKIN BITCH ITS ACTUALLY NOT THAT BAD

Stephanie: Bets maybe we should wrap it up

- Brandon sings MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

EVERYONE TELLING HIM TO STOP SINGING I took a video it was beautiful might post that later

- “Tracie Thomas from Lent!”

Tracie having stage fright

Tracie: Billy porter said “oh child we all forget the words” and walked away

- Anthony said WHO SHAT THE BED in four jews once

Anthony: That’s my contribution. Steph got her line, I got who shat the bed

- Steph: We lost andrew oh no

Christian: Um, we lost andrew ten minutes ago. Yeah when Brandon started singing

- Then Betsy sang a song by Bill Finn beautiful

- Steph: Wear your masks and eat pork on wednesdays

That was it!! I hope you enjoyed and people who were there if I got anything wrong that’s my human error it was hard to note everything I wanted to. Smooches! Byee

#falsettos #falsettos reunion #christian borle #andrew rannells #stephanie j block #betsy wolfe #tracie thoms #anthony rosenthal #brandon uranowitz #falsettoland #musical theatre #zoom reunion #marvin falsettos #whizzer brown #trina falsettos #cordelia falsettos #dr charlotte #jason falsettos #mendel weisenbachfeld #broadwayhd #broadway cares #broadway evolved

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Just One More Game

Hello lovely gigglers! This is a tickle fic for the musical Falsettos! 

Summary: Jason wants to play chess. Whizzer and Marvin want him to do Bar Mitzvah practice.

What is ‘normal’? 

Well, according to Jason’s mother Trina, ‘normal’ was socialising with other children: making connections with people your own age. But that just wasn’t how Jason rolled. In fact, Jason’s strongest connection was with somebody more than double his age, his best friend Whizzer. Who also happened to be Jason’s fathers boyfriend, so they lived together half the time. 

Jason much preferred the time he spent at his father’s house to the time he spent at his mother’s. Trina was always nagging him to go play outside like a normal kid, but Marvin and Whizzer just accepted him for who he was. 

It was a dull Sunday morning, and Jason was doing Bar Mitzvah practice in his room at his father’s house. And he must admit, he was finding it very difficult. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the Hebrew letters before him when there was a chess board on the other side of his room just begging to be played with. And of course, his playing side won.

Mavin decided to walk in to the room to check on his son, and couldn’t say that he was surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

“Jason, you should be doing your Bar Mitzvah work”, he sighed, knowing that it was probably no use. It was Jason after all.

“I will after I finished this game”, he grumbled, spinning the board around and advancing a black knight.

“Well”, Whizzer said, walking into the room, “You may ‘swell have someone to play with kid!”. He sat himself on the white side of the board. 

“Whizzer”, Marvin groaned, “Your not helping”.

“What?”, Whizzer defended, “He said that after this game he’d get back to his Bar Mitzvah work!”.

“And you believed him.”

“Of course I believed him!”

“Guys, stop talking about me like I’m not right here!”

Marvin just sighed again, not knowing what else to do: “Fine, but after your done, back to work!”.

Yet after the short game of chess, Jason easily emerging victorious, he had no intention of going back to practicing, like Marvin suspected.

“Another game?”, he asked.

“Oh come on kid, you made an agreement with your father”, Whizzer reasoned.

“No I didn’t”, Jason said, “I never agreed to anything. Marvin just made a statement which I neither confirmed nor denied”. 

“Ok”, Whizzer said, trying to sound stern, “Iv’e been easy with you kid for the last few months, but it’s about time I set some boundaries, as I am kind of your second father. So, get to work now or you will regret it. Trust me, Iv’e had experience with naughty children before, I know how to make them listen to me”.

Jason just smiled. Whizzer definitely wasn’t the hitting type. 

“Oh really”, he said smugly, “Demonstrate”. 

Whizzer eyed him, “Ok kid, you asked for it”. 

In a swift movement, Whizzer grabbed Jason by his belly and placed him in his lap. He held him down and started tickling him.

Jason chuckled: “Nice try, that doesn’t work on me”. 

“What?”, Whizzer said, stopping his fingers, “You mean your not ticklish?”.

Jason shrugged: “You shouldn’t be surprised. I’m no normal child after all”.

“Wow”, Whizzer remarked in slight disbelief, “You really are something kid”.

Jason wiggled himself out of Whizzer’s lap and resumed his position on the black side of the board. 

“Ok, just one more game, please?”, he begged.

“No”, Whizzer replied stubbornly.

That was the moment that a rather cheeky thought crossed Jason’s mind. 

“Well”, the twelve-year-old began, “I just so happen to know some adult disciplining techniques to”. 

Whizzer chuckled: “And what might they be?”.

Jason slowly crawled towards Whizzer, his smile doubling in size: “Oh, same as yours”.

Whizzer’s eyes widened, realising what the boy meant. He instantly went red, hoping that Jason hadn’t noticed his sudden change in mood. Yet Jason picked up on the smallest of details, and just by looking at Whizzer, knew that he must have been hysterically ticklish. And boy, was Jason ready to wreck him!

The only question was: How? Jason was very small for his age, and Whizzer was tall and strong and manly. How would Jason manage to tickle him without getting injuries? That was when he got an idea.

He flung himself towards Whizzer at full force, knocking him over, and he instantly sat on the mans stomach. With Whizzer in this position, there was no way that he could escape, no matter how strong he was. Plus, he wouldn’t want to hurt his little buddy. 

“Now”, Jason said, “For the last time Whizzer, will you play one more game of chess with me?”.

Whizzer shook his head: “Nah kid. And I’m not even ticklish”.

It was worth a try, right?

Jason smirked and poked the man’s belly, causing him to yelp and jerk.

Jason gasped in fake offence, “You lied to me!”. He swiftly dug his ten little pointy fingers into his best friend’s sides. He tossed his head back in hysterics, laughing and squealing and giggling. Jason gave him an evil look, and raised his fingers closer to Whizzer’s underarms.

“Nohohho Jahahahahson!”, he cried, wiggling like a worm.

“One more chess game, pleeeaassee”, Jason whined, continuing his attack.

“NOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOUR DAHAHAHAHAD WOULD KIHIHIHIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHE!”, Whizzer exclaimed, completely helplessly. 

Jason was highly amused by the state that he was managing to inflict on the tall, deep masculine figure beneath him. He was the least likely person that you would expect to emit girlish shrieks. 

“Well, I’m already killing you, aren’t I?”, Jason teased, scratching at Whizzer’s underarms.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT YOHOHOHOUR GROUHOUHOUNDED YOUHOUNG MAHAHAHN!”, Whizzer laughed hysterically, his legs flailing around uselessly beneath the weight of Jason on his stomach. 

Marvin noticed the commotion. 

“Hey, whats going on in he-”.

He cut his sentence short at the sight before him. He wanted to be angry at his son, after all, he was supposed to be doing Bar Mitzvah work; but he couldn’t feel any other emotion besides bliss at hearing the sound of his boyfriend’s adorable laughter. And of course, the amusement that his rough and tough boyfriend was being reduced to near tears by his twelve-year-old son.

“HEHEHEHELP MAHAHAHRVIN!”, Whizzer begged.

“Oh, whats wrong babe? My little boy too much for you to handle?”, Marvin teased. 

Jason halted the attack immediately: “What did you just call me?”.

“What do you mean, ‘What did I just call you’?”, Marvin asked his son.

“You just called me ‘Your little boy’!”, Jason complained.

Marvin chuckled, “Well you are, it’s the truth”.

Jason narrowed his eyebrows, before turning to the complete red-faced mess below him. 

“Ok”, Jason said, “Heres the deal. Dad is very ticklish on his neck. If you help me tickle him, I won’t tickle you”.

Whizzer just grinned up at Jason: “Sounds like a plan kid”. 

Marvin instantly bolted out the door, he knew how much of an evil tickler his boyfriend could be. 

“And”, Jason added, not the slightest bit worried about Marvin getting a head start, “Every second he’s in hysterics is fifteen minutes of me doing Bar Mitzvah practice”. 

“Oh, he’s in for it!”, Whizzer announced, which sounded a bit like a battle cry. Jason chuckled and got off him, and in a matter of seconds, Whizzer had managed to tackle Marvin onto his own bed.

Marvin struggled beneath him: “Whizzer, no!”.

“The kid says that for every second your in hysterics, he’ll do fifteen minutes of practice. Isn’t that nice babe?”, Whizzer cooed before attacking his boyfriend’s hips with wiggly pokes and drills. And of course, Jason went for his neck.

Marvin didn’t even try fighting back his hysterical laughter, for he knew that it would result in more Bar Mitzvah practice for Jason. But boy, was this unbearable.

Metaphorically speaking; Marvin actually was quite fond of laughing his head off. It made him feel careless and free. But most importantly, loved.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”, he cried, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAWP!”.

“Stop? Why? We’re just getting started”, Whizzer teased.

“You know what, I think he likes this”, Jason said. 

Again, the boy could pick up on small details that others couldn’t. Like the twinkle in his father’s eyes, and the way that his cheeks tinted at the corner of his lips. 

This comment made Whizzer laugh and blush harder. Jee, he hoped his son was keeping track of the numbers.

“Ok, stop now, one straight day is a bit much”, Jason said, lifting his hands.

Yet Whizzer kept it up. 

Jason groaned: “I’m serious, stop”.

“What? No amount of practice is too much practice kiddo”, Whizzer said, as he spidered his quick fingers across Marvin’s belly.

Jason shook his head, and pounced on to Whizzer. And soon, both men were wrecking the tall man.

What is ‘normal’?

Well, I guess normal is a word that we use to describe something that the majority of the population does, feels or enjoys.

And sure, Jason couldn’t be typically described as normal. He was a young and sassy boy who could outsmart every adult in his life! But he still did partake in the common tradition of family bonding. Even though he was never the clingy type, he loved his family more than anything.

I guess thats ‘normal;’.

#tickle #ticklefic #musicaltickle #falsettos tickle fic #ticklish #lee!whizzer #ler!whizzer #lee!marvin #ler!jason

[whizzer-fashion]

Iced Vanilla Latte With Two Pumps Of Caramel

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Even though Marvin always acted as though he hated his job and would never turn down an opportunity to rant about it, he had to admit, at least to himself, that it was quite nice most of the time. There weren't that many people most of the time, and even when there was it wasn't as bad as he made it sound. He used most of the time to talk to his two best friends Trina and Charlotte and do homework.

So yeah if he was honest with himself he had a pretty great job, just not today…

He was looking at the boy putting down his tote bag while smiling big at the girl with the big curls he often came in with.

He had thought for a long time that they were together until he had heard the guy or “Whizzer” as he got scribbled on his large vanilla ice-coffee with two pumps of caramel, complain about some guy “cof boy” oblivious being straight.

Even though Marvin always acted as though he hated his job and would never turn down an opportunity to rant about it, he had to admit, at least to himself, that it was quite nice most of the time.

There weren't that many people most of the time, and even when there was it wasn't as bad as he made it sound.

He used most of the time to talk to his two best friends Trina and Charlotte and do homework. 

So yeah if he was honest with himself he had a pretty great job, just not today…

He was looking at the boy putting down his tote bag while smiling big at the girl with the big curls he often came in with.

He had thought for a long time that they were together until he had heard the guy or “ Whizzer ” as he got scribbled on his large vanilla ice-coffee with two pumps of caramel, complain about some guy “cof boy” oblivious being straight. 

Whizzer, it had to be a fake name right? 

A nickname or just a name that he gave to places like this to get a laugh?

No parent in their right mind would name their child after a cartoon sound, right?

Yeah, Marvin had a lot of questions this early February morning. 

But the most pressing one was WHAT THE FUCK WAS WHIZZER DOING AT THE COFFEE SHOP TODAY!? 

The pretty, tall boy with the gorgeous hair and the most adorable smile in probably the whole world, never came in here on weekdays he came in once a week, every Sunday morning at 7:45 am. 

Of course, Marvin didn't have a problem with this, that would be completely ridiculous. The guy was just a customer, nothing more, he was certainly not the only good thing with the early Sunday shift that he was permanently assigned, and he was certainly not Marvins type, ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Okay so maybe this was a problem, he normally spent the whole morning before he arrived preparing himself for Whizzer to walk through those doors.

Whizzer shook his head at the girl while laughing before walking up to the register, Marvin was still spellbound by the sound of his laugh when he reached him. 

“Hi, How may I help you today?” they didn't actually have to say stuff like that to the customer, but it helped him when talking to Whizzer, Charlotte gave him a weird look, she doesn’t have the Sunday opening shift and wasn’t used to seeing him like this.

“Hi” queue that adorably smile “can I get a large Iced vanilla latte with two pumps of caramel and a medium normal caramel latte for Whizzer? Thank you.” Marvin thought that he could have asked for the moon and Marvin would probably have gotten it for him if just he promised to smile at him like that again. Not that he had stoped that was the thing with Whizzer he never seemed to stop smiling at Marvin he probably never stopped smiling at anyone but that included Marvin and he was eternally grateful for that.

“Of course that will be 11 dollars” Marvin could reenact this interaction in his sleep, he had thought enough about this small interaction to have had it memorized for about 2 months now. 

Whizzer swiped his card, dug his hands down into his jacket pocket, fished some pocket change out and dumped them into the tip jar, gave an extra smile before he turned around and found his way back to his friend.

Marv again tried to convince himself that he was fine with Whizzer being here a day when he wasn’t supposed to and began scribbling down the orders on the cups, not that he needed to he could with ease remember them at this point, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep the elusion for Whizzer.

he was supposed to pass the cups on to Charlotte but she was doing homework and there weren’t any other customers than Whizzer and Cor-something, he hadn’t been as captivated by her. She was pretty even Marvin could see that, but he had probably been a little distracted by her friend.

He looked over at their table to see Whizzer laughing and the girl blushing she looked at Charlotte and then backed at Whizzer and started to lecture him on something, but she kept stealing glances at Charlotte,

oh of course!

He went over to the coffee machine, this place wasn’t really a real coffee shop per se, they didn’t make fresh coffee they just had a big complicated coffee machine, he put Whizzers cup in first and began pressing his order in, he leaned over to Charlotte and casual said “I think the girl at the table with boy likes you” Charlotte head whipped up, she looked over the bar and at table “no way” Marvin rolled his eyes “yes way, you should go say hi!” Charlotte laughed “NO WAY MARV!” she realized how loud she had been, and hurriedly looked back at her book.

Marvin chuckled and took the now two finished cups of coffee and was just about to carry them over to the table when he got an idea. Even though would never be able to get with Whizzer didn’t mean that Charlotte didn’t deserve a happy ending.

Marvin turned back to Charlotte “do you like her?” he asked her, she looked up at him like he had just asked her if he could live without oxygen “I don’t know her, but if you’re asking me if I find her attractive then yes.” Marv nodded waited to she was looking down again then he took one of the order notes and wrote Charlotte’s number down.

If it failed he could just say it was revenge for her refusing to take his shift the last time when he been hungover.

He then began his journey over to the table, as he was nearing, he couldn’t help but overhear a little bit of their conversation “I’m only asking her if you finally ask cof boy out” “that’s not fair she literally is in the LGBT club and he’s straight”.

Whizzer saw Marvin nearing their table and promptly shut up, and was that a blush? No, it must just have been from the cold it was February after all. “Here you go a vanilla ice coffee with two pumps of caramel and a caramel latte” he placed the coffee down in front of their respective owners and then turned towards the girl he didn’t want to even look at Whizzer while doing this, “and a phone number from my coworker, whos too embarrassed to look up from her book”

He gave her a smile and was about turn around and go back to the bar and try desperately to not lose the battle between his eyes and Whizzes body when he heard Whizzer clear his throat he turned around to look at the pretty boy, “I’m sorry this is probably the last thing you want to be asked right now, and you’re probably not interested and this is really stupid-” the girl decided to help her friend out “he wants to know if you would be interested to go out with him, he has the biggest crush on you ever” Marvin’s brain was in shock and Whizzers finally seemed to stop being in shock because he exclaimed “Cordelia!” and looked at her like she had just said that he had been planning to use a time machine and join Hitler under the 2 world war, he then looked panicked back at Marvin “you really don't have to! And I get that you’re probably straight and I completely get it don’t worry, you don’t even have to answer you can just walk away and I promise to never step into this coffee shop again.”

this somehow made Marvins brain restart again bc he began to blush deep, “I would love to.” was what he finally interrupted Whizzer with. “Wait really” Whizzer sounded so soft and shocked like he was afraid that he would ruin it if he was too loud. “Yeah” Marvin took an order note from his pocket and in a kinda trance wrote down “pls call me -Marvin” and scribbled his number under it, he gave it to Whizzer, smiled at him and walked back to the bar.

He was still trying to figure out what had happened, he looked over at Whizzer and it seemed he was trying to do the same, Whizzer was sitting there with that smile of his looking at the paper, while the girl Cordelia was giggling. 

Charlotte looked at him like he was crazy for the third time that day “are you okay there  Marv?” he turned and smiled at her “I just got us a date”.

#falsettos fic #falsettos fanfiction #whizzvin #marvin #marvin x whizzer #marvin falsettos #whizzer going down #whizzer brown

[short--insomniacs]

Have you done Mendel for the ask thing? If so, could you please?

HIS NAME IS MENDEL (AHHHHH) this is probably going to be really long, i’m not sorry

- Mendel’s full name is Menachem Benjamin Weisenbachfeld, but everyone calls him Mendel as a diminutive 

- Mendel was raised by his lesbian aunts, Nina and Hannah

- Mendel’s mother left him with Nina, her sister, when he was less than six months old and never came back. he and Nina are very close

- when Nina started dating Hannah, Mendel was jealous, but Hannah is like, the sweetest person ever, so he quickly got over that

- the reason Mendel’s bar mitzvah “gave him hives” is because his mother showed up uninvited and unannounced, which was a bit of a shitshow tbh

- he went to Penn for undergrad and NYU for medical school

- if he didn’t do psychiatry, he probably would’ve ended up going into pediatrics, because he’s good with children and adores them

- he gets a little burnt out by doing adult psychiatry, so with Trina’s encouragement, he decides to switch to pediatric psychiatry, and is much happier working with children and teenagers

- Mendel has a very lovely singing voice, and gets a job when he’s in college as the local cantor at a synagogue, because the old cantor dies unexpectedly. so Mendel figures, “fuck it, they’re going to pay me AND give my broke ass a free meal, i might as well” 

- despite his previous cantor experience, he is forever fucking up the prayers, and everyone’s like “????? you were literally a cantor” and Mendel’s like, “i was 20 and they were PAYING ME and FEEDING ME, i had to have my shit together”

- he hates kugel so, so, so much 

- Trina was not Mendel’s first relationship, contrary to popular belief. he had a long-term girlfriend named Nikki who cheated on him and broke his heart, so he threw himself into work in order to Not Deal With His Emotions

- Mendel was the only boy in home ec class in high school

- because he 1. took home ec and 2. was single for a fairly long period of time, he’s an excellent cook. he likes to experiment with food from around the world, and at first, he’s the only one who has the patience to try and teach Cordelia how to Master the art of Jewish cooking

- Mendel is a pretty little guy, so he goes thrift shopping to find clothes that actually fit him. this is also why he has a bunch of funky grandpa sweaters

- he loves baseball, and shares my sentiment of Fuck The Yankees, Go Mets

- he was the catcher for his high school baseball team

- Mendel is often the one to take Jason to baseball practice, and they have lots of conversations about anything and everything

- Jason calls Mendel “Papa,” and the first time he does, Mendel bursts into tears

- Mendel Loves His Wife so, so, so much. he likes to get Trina little gifts from time to time, whether it’s flowers or a bath bomb from Lush, or a new book

- when Trina is pregnant with their daughter, he keeps the ultrasound picture in a frame on his desk

- because so many people in his family are LGBT, he works a couple days a week in an LGBT health center, providing counseling to LGBT folks

- Mendel is a key figure in helping Jason through the grieving process after Marvin and Whizzer both die. he spends a lot of nights up with Jason, and lets him cry and comforts him and never belittles him or babies him. Jason is forever grateful for that

#i reply #owl post #HIS NAME IS MENDEL #Mendel Weisenbachfeld #falsettos #liv writes stuff #hcs #falsettos content #hella-bi-nerd-in-a-crisis

[pretty-boy-in-demand]

So I have this story on AO3 and I just kinda also wanted to put it here. So here is chapter 1 & 2. I’m putting them in the same post to save time for both me and whoever reads!

Chapter 1: Bases loaded

Ever since Whizzer was a kid, he would ask his mother why he couldn’t see color like she did. She would always explain to him that one day, when he found the person he was meant to be with, he would finally be able to see in color.

As he grew up he learned new things about himself. By the time he was 12 years old he had figured out that he was gay, and, even before that, he had figured out that he was really good at baseball. He always loved watching it on the Tv, his favorite team was the New York Yankees. He watched every single game, by the time he was 6 or 7 years old he knew that he wanted to grow up and play baseball.

Flash forward many years and there he was, Whizzer brown on the pitcher's mound. It was the final game they decided if they were going to go to the world series or not. The other team was up and the bases were loaded. It was the bottom of the ninth inning and there were three outs. The score was 14-13, the Yankees had 14. If Whizzer didn’t strike this batter out then they would lose the game and not advance. Before he the first pitch, he looked out into the mass of people and he gave a smile. His perfect teeth sparkled like no other. He looked back and took a deep breath, he set up and the ball was released from his hand

“Strike one!” the umpire called out.

In the large crowd there was a small family of three. A husband and a wife and their newly ten year old son. Today was the boy’s birthday and this was his birthday present.

The boys name was Jason, He was the son of a man named Marvin and a woman named Trina. They were a tiny ‘happy’ family, or so it seemed. On the outside they seemed perfect and happy. A happy marriage and a smart and happy son. But if you took a closer look, the family was falling apart. The husband and wife did not love each other. Their marriage was more forced on them rather then wanted by both of them. The husband also had a very big secret, he has been keeping it deep down inside for a very long time now. Since he was a teenager he has been suppressing some feelings.

The husband was very much a closeted queer. He knew since he was a young 15 year old boy he had figured it out. By that age he was supposed to be feeling something towards females. All he heard in school was about how guys just wanted to hook up with girls and get in their pants. But Marvin did not. He would much rather read a book or study rather then go out and try and get with a girl. Then a little later on, he started to notice how he would look at boys. His eyes always drifted to them. If he had to choose between a female and a male partner, without thinking, he would say male. But he soon learned that he could not do that, his parents always told him that he needed to marry a nice girl. He had to start a family to continue his family legacy.

Marvin did end up marrying a girl, but not because he wanted to. It was because he ended up getting her knocked up, and with both their families being very very strict jewish people, they forced them to get married so that their kid wasn’t a bastard. Now they were married and the only thing keeping marvin there was the kid. He loved the kid so much with all his heart and he felt like he couldn’t just abandon him.

Back on the pitchers mound, Whizzer was getting ready for another pitch. Once again, he set up and he threw the ball.

“Strike Two!”

As Whizzer was pitching, all Marvin could think about was how handsome the pitcher was. Marvin in reality hated baseball, he didn’t understand it at all. The rules, the players, the spots and all of that. It made him frustrated ever since he was a kid, so for as long as he could remember he just hated the sport. Since he hated it so much he never followed it, so he did not know any of the players or their names or anything like that. So he just admired the mysterious pitcher from the stands.

Eventually his son explained that the pitchers name was Whizzer brown, his nickname was ‘pretty boy Brown’. Marvin could 100% see why, the pitcher was very very pretty. His son had expressed that the pitcher was his favorite player in the past. So Marvin had a little surprise for his son, the pitcher luckily was doing some sort of signing after the game. So along with game tickets, Marvin had passes to go down and meet this ‘pretty boy Brown’ character.

It was time, the final pitch of the night. All the pressure was on him to get this last strike and win the game for the team,

One last time, he took a very deep breath and he calmed himself down. He focused his eyes on the box and ht brought the ball to his glove. He brought the ball back, and, with a spin he released the ball and watched it travel towards the plate. The batter swung and missed

“Strike three!”

The umpire yelled out and the whole team cheered. The whole stadium roared with cheers and laughter and happiness. Jason jumped around and hugged his father all excited. The whole team ran out onto the field and they surrounded and cheered for Whizzer. He did it, He won the game.

Chapter 2: Ocean blue

News people rushed onto the field and the announcers were going crazy

“The Yankees have won the game! They are going to be attending the world series!”

Whizzer was lifted up into the air and they were cheering for him, if it wasn’t for his marvelous pitching; then the yankees probably would have lost the game.

The Pretty boy could hardly believe what he was hearing and experiencing. This had been one of his biggest dreams since he was a little boy. He can remember little whizzer standing in front of the TV, watching the Yankees play. It was one of the only ways to get him to sit down and behave. When whizzers mother needed to get things done around the house, she turned on baseball and sat whizzer right in front.

Baseball was one of the things him and his ass of a father kind of bonded on, before the whole, ‘you are not allowed to live in my house because you like men.’ he even went to a few games with his dad. The once beautiful memories were now flooded with bitterness, anger and so many other negative emotions.

Up in the stands, the happy family got ready to leave the stadium. Little Jason thought that was it. He saw his game, they were going to go out for dinner and he would get his presents at his party on Sunday. He was pretty content with that actually. He got to see his favorite player win the game that would send then to the game of the season.

What he wasn’t expecting was his father making then turn away from the exit to the parking lot. The whole walk to the field he asked where they were going, the man kept his mouth shut and had a small smile plastered on his face. The smile would grow when he saw his son’s reaction to his surprise.

As Marvin brought the three of them onto the field, the ten year olds jaw dropped to the ground. He smiled the cutest smile ever and he jumped around for joy. Usually Marvin’s son was very well composed and he could keep his calm, but when it came to baseball? All of that was thrown out the window and he became more of a ‘real’ kid.

Whizzer agreed to do this a while back, he almost forgot about it.

As he was getting his things from the dugout his manager came down and asked if he was ready.

“Ready for what exactly” he asked in a tone that was still very happy but exhausted. Being a major league player was no joke. He trained a lit and he had a game almost every single week, and, in the spring he trained hard in Florida for days and days. So it was no surprise that the pretty boy was exhausted.

When he was told he realized he did forget about the whole thing, he was about to up and walk out of there and all the people who paid extra for this would have to go home disappointed. So he sucked it up, rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and he grabbed the silver sharpie from his manager. He jogged over to a tent that was crowded by people and a few security guards.

The young player really hated security, they were way to much. They would get aggressive a little to fast and be rude to people who were just fans who were a little excited. Whizzer adored his fans and he loved meeting them. He always expressed that, even when he wasn’t told to say things like that. The player was a genuine guy. He was very open with the world and didn’t care if people knew things about him that other people (his father) thought the world shouldn’t know. That's why he was one of the few out celebrities in the country, whizzer was proud of his sexuality and he was going to share it.

The tight knit family waited on line for a little bit of time. People were allowed to talk to the baseball player for a little bit. The were not immediately rushed away so the next person could go. So the line move a little slower than normal. Marvin didn’t mind much, he was just happy to see his son happy

His wife on the other hand, she had a bit of a nasty look on her face, she tried to mask it but it wasn’t working to well. Her look wasn’t because she hated baseball and hated being here. She had the look because her husband had tried to top their joint gift. they both decided to get these tickets for this game, but she had absolutely no idea that Marvin was planning on doing this. Though she should not have been surprised, In the past few years Marvin had always tried to one up her. But along with trying to one up her, He was also just not around as much any more. He has been having a lot of long days at work and his car must be giving out because it keeps fucking up on his way home. At least that's what he says when he gets home very very late at night.

When people would come up to him, he would smile and say hello and have a small conversation with them. He knew if he was a million years younger and he was in their shoes, he was in their shoes; he would not be able to shut up. He would have been able to talk to his favorite players for hours beyond hours when he was a little kid, so he had a bit more of a connection to these people who were so happy to meet him.

But then something happened, he saw a kid that reminded him exactly of himself when he was kid. The kid wore shirt that was supposed to resemble his jersey. He had the brightest smile and his eyes sparkled in the sun. But the kids eyes were not the only eyes that had a sparkle to them. As whizzer looked up to see the people who brought the kid. His eyes met the most beautiful light eyes. Of course whizzer could not see the color of them, but they were pretty light, like their skin. The way the mans face was, serious and sharp, but still a little soft. The way he looked at his son with the most marvelous eyes he has ever seen

What snapped him out of his trance was the kid calling him, He was very polite and very formal.

“Mr. Brown? I just wanted to say you are the best player on the team! I have your shirt, See?!”

He turned around and showed him that his name and number were on the back. Just like your typical sports T-Shirt. Whizzer saw himself in tis kid. The way he was all excited and how his face seemed to be a bit flushed. He wanted to make this extra special. He really wanted to do it after he learned it was for his birthday. He only found out because the father put his hand on the kids shoulder to kind of calm him down, and, addressed him as ‘birthday boy’. That voice that came out of that mouth was so soft and velvety. Whizzer just melted on the spot.

When they got up there and marvin saw ‘pretty boy brown’ up close. He really saw why they called him that. He was slim but his arms were very toned. The way the night long sleeve muscle shirt hugged his arms under the jersey. He just had the most beautiful face and his teeth were so shiny and perfectly aligned. It was hard for a thought to enter Marvin’s head if it did not involve The baseball player.

The signing went quicker then he thought, when he was on line, it seemed to be moving like a snail, but now, it seemed like they just got there and now they were leaving.

But in that time, Whizzer has signed a foul ball that he hit when he was up, he gave his son a jersey that was pink because it was from the breast cancer charity game, and, they have all been talking well over 30 minutes.

Whizzers manager whispered in his ear that he had to hurry it up. So he began to wrap it up, this family were the last people on the line, so after this he just had to go to a few meetings and then he got to go to his house. Big, warm and empty. He lived alone in a huge house and he hated it. NO one was there to keep him company. He had his twin over sometimes and his friends. But other then that, he lived completely alone.

“Alright kiddo, i have to go to some boring meetings, but thank you so much for coming to the game, and, Have a great birthday. Enjoy that jersey. It's one of a kind”

He winked and he ruffled the kids curly hair, just like his dad. It was uncanny how much the two looked aline. The kid was like the fathers twin. They had the same face shape, The same eye shape, the same curly hair.

The father came up to him and offered his hand, thanking him.

“Thank you for that, this is going to make his year. Good playing out there”

The man said with a warm smile, the way his white teeth sparked. Whizzer found it hard to speak because he was mesmerized by the mans ocean blue eyes...wait, he could see that this man's eyes were blue. It couldn’t be…..

“Of course, any time, he reminds me a lot of myself when i was a kid”

He managed to squeak out, by the look on the other mans face and he way he now covered his eyes a little bit. He could tell they were both experiencing the same thing. Colour.

This had to be some sort of fluke, this man had a kid…. And a wife!

I hope you enjoyed these two parts! Feel free to comment and say something, I’m open to criticism and all of that. In fact I like knowing if something isn’t working or if it is.

[falsettosprompts-blog]

The one where there is a dog

Whizzer pulled Marvin out of their new house- a medium, two story house outside of the city. The shorter man whined, but followed along, breathing in the clean air. It definitely felt way cleaner that the one in the city, at least for Marvin it did.

The blue eyed man interlaced their fingers together as they walked down the street.

Cold air hit their cheeks lightly, the red and orange leaves brushed against their shoes, and the sun shone gently, caressing their hair.

Both noticed the new sights, the new people they encountered and the peacefulness of their new neighborhood. Marvin thought it was lovely and sickeningly familiar- in a good way, that is.

A few blocks down, they found a school. They stood across the street for a moment, watching the little kids play. “Do you think we’ll ever have kids?” Whizzer asked Marvin, looking down at him.

“Yeah... I know we will,” the shorter man replied with a gentle smile plastered on his face. His thumb ran over Whizzer’s briefly before resuming their walk.

“Okay, wonderful. I cannot wait,” before he could kiss Marvin’s cheek, the other man gasped and let go of Whizzer’s hand. “M-Marv? What’s wrong?”

Marvin crossed the street and crouched down, completely immersed in what was going on.

Rolling his eyes, Whizzer crossed his arms and followed his husband to the other side of the street.

He couldn’t believe this. Marvin had really stopped everything to pat a stray dog? A stray dog.

Marvin talked to the little, black, curly haired dog, like if it were a baby, cooing at it. His heart melted when the dog got on its back so his belly could be rubbed. “Oh my god...” he said softly, over and over.

“Marvin, no, we are not befriending that filthy dog,” Whizzer warned the other man with a stern voice. Marvin looked up at his husband with puppy eyes and a pout.

Whizzer scoffed and shook his head. “No,” he said again, walking away from them and starting to make his way back home.

The dog was too adorable for Marvin to leave alone, and he decided he was bringing the dog home, take him to the vet if he had a microchip and return him to his owners. He didn’t have a dog tag either, so that was the only thing he could do for now.

His husband was stern and didn’t let the dog inside the house, so Marvin had to deal with a whinny dog, who was begging for some food and water, on his ride over to the vet.

Surprisingly, the dog, who was now referred to as ‘buddy’, wasn’t afraid of being at the vet’s unlike every other dog and cat that came in. Marvin, however, kept the dog in his arms the entire time just in case.

No, the dog didn’t have a microchip, and yes, Marvin could adopt him if he wanted to. Yet he found it pertinent that his new buddy got a trim and a bath, so he waited for the dog to be ready before going back home.

Whizzer had gone to work by the time Marvin got home, which meant that he could let the dog inside. With some improvised bowls, he gave the dog fresh water and some food he cooked quickly for him.

After a photo and various printed ‘I’m looking for my owners’ papers, Marvin stepped back outside, with his buddy walking close to him and never leaving his side.

He posted those all over the neighborhood, wherever he could, hoping that he could find this dog’s family. Marvin knew that Whizzer wasn’t going to let him keep the dog, so he had to do this. And he would feel awful if he stole the dog from a family.

Upon returning home, Marvin set up the dog a small bed beside his own side of the bed, and then waited for the phone call.

A week had pass and they didn’t have any news about the dog, and Marvin was now sleeping with his buddy in the guest room per Whizzer’s request.

Both men didn’t talk to each other through that entire week even though, Marvin, tried hard to get Whizzer to talk to him.

One day, after Marvin had come home from work, he found Whizzer holding the dog in his arms. The dog was licking Whizzer’s cheek, while the other simply encouraged him to do so.

The sight was one to appreciate- mostly because the dog was wagging its tail and Whizzer looked actually very happy- he was laughing and having a good time.

“His name is Luke,” Marvin informed Whizzer as he joined them on the couch.

Whizzer nodded before pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips. “I don’t like it, but he is your dog, so I’ll take it.”

#marvin #marvin falsettos #whizzer #whizzer falsettos #falsettos #falsettos fanfic #marvin x whizzer #whizzer brown #whizzer brown going down #falsettos prompts #falsettos headcanons #whizzvin headcanons #marvin headcanons

[teeny-beany]

Part Of That World - 3

A Question Without An Answer

-MB-

Marvin couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

Actually, no, he didn’t want to believe what he had just seen.

During the previous night, Marvin had been having some trouble sleeping. Not wanting to wake anyone, he had decided to step outside to get some fresh air, hoping that it would help. Instead, he found what seemed to be two similar looking males splashing around like children in the water. He was about to ask them what they were doing there when one saw him. He immediately went still, and soon, his friend(? twin?) noticed him as well. All three were caught in a silent staring match, both looking horrified at being seen. Marvin, not wanting to scare them further, put his hands up in what he assumed was a calming manner. Unfortunately, this only served to startle them forward, causing them to dive under the water, revealing twin bluish-green tails.

So, mermaids, Marvin mused. I’ve discovered mermaids.

Maybe he shouldn’t call them mermaids. He should probably be calling them mermen, because they were male. Yeah, that was a good idea. He’d discovered mermen.

Somehow, analyzing the situation didn’t make it better.

After kneeling on the sand for what felt like an eternity(though it was only thirty minutes), Marvin made his way back into the house, all the while shooting glances behind him to see if the mermen had returned.

They hadn’t.

So now he was currently standing inside at the window, watching the water, silently hoping that the two mermen would return so he could get some answers--

“Marvin?”

Marvin turned sharply to see Mendel standing there, a worried expression on his face.

“God, what?” he asked angrily, turning back to the window.

“Well, I heard you shout, I thought I’d check on you,” Mendel began, but Marvin cut him off.

“I’m gonna stop you there, because you are not psychiatiristing me on my vacation.”

“Marvin, I’m just worried about you--”

“Well, don’t be,” Marvin interrupted again. “I was just having trouble sleeping, and I went outside for some fresh air. I’m fine.”

Mendel gave him an unconvinced look, but dropped the subject, to Marvin’s relief. He continued staring out of the window, still contemplating what had happened. He had encountered mermen. Then he scared away said mermen. And now…

Marvin was… worried about said mermen.

Well, maybe not worried, per say, but he was curious and concerned about where they went. He’d apparently startled them greatly, if the first merman’s distressed, dolphin-like squeak was anything to go by. He remembered the moment where the second merman realized what was happening. His eyes went wide and he looked very surprised by the fact he was seen, though Marvin supposed that if he was in that situation, he would be too. And then, they dove underwater, tails splashing behind them, and Marvin was left alone on the beach, wondering where they went--

“Hey Marv!”

Marvin turned sharply to see Cordelia standing there next to him. She took a step back in surprise.

“Whoa. You okay?” she asks, leaning on his shoulder. “You were brooding very hard over here.”

Marvin rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t brooding,” he mumbled, “I was just thinking.”

“That’s what I just said, silly.”

Cordelia giggled as Marvin pushed her off his shoulder playfully.

“But seriously, what’s up?” she asked, donning a concerned expression.

“It’s nothing,” Marvin lied, turning back to the window.

Cordelia frowned. “It’s not…” She lowered her voice. “Other you, is it?”

Marvin turned to Cordelia sharply. “No! I just…” He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“I just saw something troubling,” he finished.

“What did you see?” Cordelia asked, alarmed.

Marvin sighed. “I’ll tell you later, okay?”

Cordelia gave him a look. “You better,” she huffed, before going to sit next to Charlotte.

Marvin watched her go, then turned away from the window. Charlotte, Cordelia and Mendel were sitting on the couch and Trina was on the armrest. They were conversing silently while the morning news played in the background. Marvin contemplated sitting down, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Seeing as he was already up, he decided to open the door.

It was Chris Thomas.

“Hello, neighbor,” the blond said with a grin.

Marvin took a step back. “Oh, um, hey,” he said, attempting to make it seem like he wasn’t attempting to shy away from the other man.

“I’m going to cut right to the chase if you don’t mind,” Chris told him and, without waiting for an answer, continued. “My friends and I were going to go out for breakfast, and we wanted to know if you and your friends wanted to join us.”

Marvin opened his mouth to refuse, and then stopped. He thought it over for a little bit. Maybe this was what he needed. It would possibly help him get his mind off the two merman. He nodded.

“You know what? You know what? I will come with,” Marvin said, a wan smile on his face. “I’ll make sure to bring my friends as well.”

“Cool!” Chris handed him a small slip of paper with an address written on it. “Naba’s dad owns a café that isn’t that far from here. That’s where we’re going.”

Marvin took the paper. “We’ll be there,” he said, folding the paper.

“Awesome!” Chris cheered, before throwing his arms around the taller male, who stiffened immediately. Marvin wasn’t much for hugging, though it seemed that Chris didn’t notice this.

Finally, after what felt like a year, the small blond released him and, with a wave, went on his merry way. Marvin watched him leave for awhile before closing the door and going back inside…

And immediately running into Charlotte.

“What’s this I hear?” she teased. “Marvin Blumenfeld, introvert extraordinaire, wants to go out?”

Marvin rolled his eyes and fought a smile. “I’m not an introvert, I just don’t like going out.”

“That’s basically what an introvert is, Marv,” Charlotte laughed, then turned down the hall, presumably to get ready.

Marvin glanced at the paper. It read “Ugandan Spice”. Marvin’s lips quirked. He then went to his room to get ready.

-KP-

Meanwhile…

Kevin and Whizzer swam through the water as quickly as they could, their nerves standing on end. They had been seen! By a human! What if that human told other humans? What if those humans decided to investigate? What if those humans discovered their family?!

They were going to be in so much trouble!

Kevin glanced over at Whizzer. His twin was staring straight ahead as they swam, though Kevin could see all the emotions running through them. Shock, surprise, anger.

Regret.

Kevin wished that he had talked Whizzer out of this decision. They wouldn’t have been caught if Kevin was a better sibling who could say no. He wished he could be more like his older sister, KJ. She wouldn’t have let them get into such danger, not like he did. Gosh, he was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid--

“Kevin! Calm down! You’re hyperventilating!”

Whizzer’s voice sounded far away and echoey, but the words rang loud and clear. Kevin could hear the quick, short puffs of breath pushing their way through his body. He could feel his brother’s hands on his shoulder. He could taste salt water on his tongue, could smell breakfast being made, could see their house fifteen strokes away. Kevin took a deep breath and let it out, feeling his body relax a little.

“I’m f-fine,” he stammered, “I’m okay.”

Whizzer met his eyes, a crease between his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry,” Whizzer said, “about all of this.”

“What are you sorry for?” Kevin asked shakily.

“We weren’t supposed to be up there that long,” Whizzer lamented. “And then we were seen…”

“No, I should’ve talked you out of it,” Kevin protested. “I knew it was a bad idea, but I still let you do it.”

“I probably would’ve done it, anyway!” Whizzer said loudly. “I never should’ve dragged you into this!”

“Boys?”

Kevin and Whizzer turned to see their mother staring at them through the open window, a worried and confused expression on her face.

“What are you two doing out there?” she asked.

Kevin was at a loss for words. This was his mother, he couldn’t just lie to her. However, they couldn’t just tell her they’d been up on the surface.

Luckily, Whizzer was better at coming up with plans.

“Kevin had a nightmare, so we swam around for a while,” he said, gesturing to the space outside their house.

Kellie gasped softly. “Honey, are you alright?”

Kevin nodded silently, as he often did after having a bad nightmare, which wasn’t far off from what this ordeal felt like.

“Are you sure?” she asked, somewhat leaning out of the window. “You don’t want to talk about it or anything?”

Kevin shook his head, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

“Alright,” Kellie said, letting the situation drop. “Both of you should come in and have breakfast.”

“Yeah, okay.” Whizzer, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the entire exchange, spoke up suddenly, which made Kevin flinch slightly. Their mom nodded and swam away from the window.

Kevin started swimming toward the house, but Whizzer held his arm out in front of him. Kevin looked over to see a very serious expression on his twin’s face.

“You know this isn’t your fault, right?”

He gave Whizzer a quizzical look, and Whizzer sighed.

“Look, just…” He dragged a hand down the right side of his face in agitation. “Let other people take the blame for their mistakes, okay?”

Whizzer then swam toward the house without waiting for an answer. Kevin trailed behind him, his brother’s words swirling in his head.

-MB-

Usually, Marvin never really liked going out, not even with friends. The places they liked to visit were either too loud and bustling, allowing unwanted gossip and anxiety, or too quiet to the point where he could hear himself think.

However, Ugandan Spice was neither of those things.

It was quiet and quaint, yes, but the muffled bustle of the kitchen staff gave it a nice medium. It kept him in the moment and took his mind off of the…

Well, you know.

They had arrived just in time to taste the African-themed breakfast dishes. Marvin, who was usually apprehensive when trying new things, decided to take his chances with the baked plantain frittata. It was, to Marvin’s pleasant surprise, very well-made, and Nabulungi beamed at him over her easy mandazi when she saw him dig into it.

So far, the breakfast was going great. Most of the meal was spent in silence, disregarding the soft small talk that served as background. It might even be one of the best meals Marvin had ever had--

“Yesterday was weird, wasn’t it?”

Marvin choked on his frittata, barely covering it with a cough.

“What do you mean?” Nabulungi asked her boyfriend, who now had the attention of the entire table.

“I mean the weird fish thing,” Arnold elaborated, and everyone’s faces switched from confusion to realization.

“Oh yeah, that thing,” Chris said, nodding. “What was that thing?”

“I don’t care what is was,” Trina said. “All I know is that it was hairy and it touched me!”

“What kind of a fish is hairy?” Nabulungi asked, eyebrow raised.

“Maybe it was a sea monster,” Cordelia teased. Trina squeaked in fear and shrunk into Mendel, who put his arm around her.

“Sea monsters aren’t real, babe,” Charlotte said, giving her girlfriend a fond smile.

“How would you know?” Cordelia shot back playfully. “You’ve never seen one.”

Charlotte smirked, about to reply--

“They’re not monsters!”

Everyone turned to look at Marvin, who now resembled a deer caught in the headlights.

“Um, I mean…” he stammered, at a loss for words.

“‘They’?” Mendel asked, confusion clear on his face.

Marvin’s eyes darted around the table, attempting to look everywhere but the eyes watching him silently, awaiting his answer.

“Marvin?” His eyes locked with Cordelia and Charlotte’s worried ones. Marvin struggled to find his words as he stared at his half eaten frittata in horror. Then, without warning, Marvin pushed his chair away from the table and ran out of the diner, ignoring his friends’ cries behind him.

-KP-

Kevin had never kept a secret from his family before. It was emotionally taxing.

From breakfast to lunch time, Kevin stayed quiet and dodged questions from his parents. It was hard ignoring the concerned looks from his mother and the suspicious glances from his father, but one glance at Whizzer’s worried face kept him quiet. They were now up in their room, stewing in worry and fear that someone would figure out their secret.

“What are we going do?” Kevin asked Whizzer, who was pacing the room.

“I don’t know,” Whizzer said.

“What if someone finds out?” Kevin asked. “What if we get in trouble?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if--”

“I don’t know, Kevin!” Whizzer snapped, running a hand through his hair agitatedly. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t know what we’re going to do, okay?!”

knockknockknock

Kevin jumped and Whizzer turned sharply towards their bedroom door, their hearts in their throats.

“Guys? Are you okay in there?”

Kevin and Whizzer exchanged an apprehensive look, before Whizzer pulled the door open to reveal a concerned Katie. She swam in and sat by Kevin. Whizzer closed the door and swam over to the both of them.

“So, what’s going on?” she asked, regarding both of them. “And don’t even think about lying, because I’ll know.”

“Whizzer and I went to the surface,” Kevin blurted out.

“Wow,” Whizzer said, clearly unimpressed.

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at keeping secrets,” Kevin said softly, staring down at the floor.

“Wait…” Kevin looked up to see Katie staring at them with wide brown eyes.

“You guys went to the surface?” she asked in a hushed tone.

Kevin glanced at Whizzer, who looked just as worried as he felt, and watched as he turns back to their sister and nods.

“That’s so cool!” Katie exclaimed loudly, prompting both boys to shush her frantically. “What was it like?” she asked at a more reasonable voice level.

Kevin and Whizzer looked at her incredulously.

“You’re not gonna tell?” Kevin asked hesitantly.

“No, of course not,” Katie said dismissively, “now tell me what it was like.”

All the tension Kevin had been feeling moments prior melted away. Of course they could trust Katie, she was the adventurous rule-breaker. She’d keep their secret safe.

“Well, it was cold at first, but other than that, it’s not so different,” Kevin told her, grateful to have someone else to discuss the event with.

“Why are you so interested in this, anyway?” Whizzer asked, regarding Katie with disbelief.

“I happen to find humans very interesting,” Katie replied, her voice taking on a defensive tone. “I know that Dad hates humans, but Mom always says that you can’t form a proper opinion on something unless you know it personally, and none of us know what humans are like, not really.

“I wanna know about them,” she said softly.

Kevin felt Whizzer soften next to him, and he knew they were both on the same page.

“Listen, Katie, when we went up to the surface…” Kevin began, but trailed off out of anxiety.

“We saw a human,” Whizzer finished.

Katie gasped. “Really?!” she whisper-yelled.

“Yeah, well…” Kevin tried to remember exactly what happened. “It was more like the human saw us.”

“Well, you should go back up there and try talking to the human,” Katie suggested happily.

“That’s a good idea, actually,” Kevin replied, turning to Whizzer with a hopeful expression. Whizzer met it with a smirk.

“Alright, we’ll go back to the surface to talk to the human tonight,” he said.

Katie let out a whoop. “I can’t wait to meet a human,” she said happily. Whizzer gave her a weird look.

“Who said you could go?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

Katie’s face fell slightly. “Why can’t I?” she asked sadly.

“Well, what if Dad’s right, and this human tries to do something bad?” Kevin replied. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I can take care of myself!” Katie protested.

“You’re fifteen, Katie!” Whizzer retorted angrily.

“Besides,” Kevin cut in, sensing an argument. “We’ll need someone down here to keep Dad from finding out what we’re doing. And you’re good at keeping secrets.”

Katie pouted. “Yeah, I guess I could help you with that,” she mumbled. Kevin smiled at her reassuringly, and Katie returned it reluctantly.

“Kids! Dinner!”

Katie brightened instantly.

“Coming, Momma!” she exclaimed, already swimming downstairs.

Kevin rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics and followed his brother downstairs.

-MB-

As soon as Marvin returned to the beach house, he holed himself in his room. He ignored his friends’ requests to ‘please come out and get some fresh air, we promise we won’t ask you anymore questions’, and didn’t even leave when he heard his friends leaving to enjoy the beach by their house. He was too angry with himself to even tolerate his friends’ childishness.

Why did he say ‘they’? Why did he say anything? He could usually stop himself from blurting things out…

Was he regressing?

knockknockknockknock

“Marvin?”

Marvin started. He turned towards the door, watching it silently.

“Marvin, I know you’re in there,” Cordelia continued.

Marvin didn’t say anything, not trusting himself to speak.

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to talk.” damn, she could read him like a book. They weren’t even in the same room. “But we’re all just worried about you. If it’s other you, you can talk to us about it. We won’t get angry, promise. Just… Come talk to us when you’re ready.”

Marvin listened as Cordelia’s footsteps retreated from his door, then let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He felt bad about ignoring Cordelia, especially since he told her he’d explain things to her. But he knew he couldn’t tell her about this. He couldn’t bear to see her face if he did tell her, she’d think he regressing to his old ways. He wasn’t, at least, he didn’t think he was…

Marvin heard the soft clicks of light switches being turned off, indicating that everyone was heading of to bed to get some sleep. Marvin, realizing there was no point in staying up, decided to do the same…

For about thirty minutes.

Marvin couldn’t get to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier that day - and not just at the diner. Those two mermen he had seen, they were still consistently on his mind. Would they come back? And if so, would they be looking for him? Would they try to talk to him? Could they even talk?

The feeling of sand under his sock-clad feet startled Marvin, and he was surprised to find that he walked outside without knowing. He filed that away for later.

Marvin walked up the shore and dropped to his knees slowly. He stared out into the ocean, silently asking it for an answer, or a sign…

Or anything.

Marvin closed his eyes tightly and, for the first time for as long as he could remember, he prayed.

Please, I don’t care how long I have to stay out here. I’ll wait here until morning if I have to… Just please, show me a sign that I’m not crazy…

Marvin stayed there on his knees for what felt like years, waiting, praying, hopi-

splish, splish

Marvin’s eyes snapped open, and he stared wide-eyed at the two creatures - no, mermen - in the water before him. They both looked the same, bluish-green fins in place of ears, and scales of the same color spattered in random places on their arms and torsos. Their brown hair was wet and floppy, and their brown eyes were alight with curiosity and excitement. The one on the left raised a tentative hand.

“Hello,” he said, voice soft and cautious.

Marvin let out a breath he’d been holding. They were real, he wasn’t crazy.

He wasn’t crazy.

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Love is a Battle

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Chapter 8

Whizzer found himself standing outside Marvin's door yet again. He was waiting for the door to possibly open since he had knocked… multiple times. The only problem was that he wasn't sure if Marvin was even in there right now. And even if he was, the chances of the God opening the door for him was slim.

Still, Whizzer waited.

He didn't know how much time had passed when there was a small click from the lock. Whizzer looked excited as the door Slowly creaked open. It revealed part of the Gods face who, again, didn’t look entirely thrilled that he was there.

“You've been out here for over an hour…” Marvin mumbled, already sounding annoyed, “what do you want?” His voice was rough, probably a sign that the man was sleeping, or at least, attempting to. It was hard to sleep when a God so full of emotion was rather close by.

Whizzer looked at Marvin and smiled softly, hoping that the gesture would show that he was being genuine. “I want to help you,” he said, trying his best to sound as kind as he could. Normally that wasn’t a difficult task, but talking with a God who is constantly doubting everything you’re saying causes for things to be a little more tricky.

Marvin raised an eyebrow, “haven't we already covered the fact that I don't want help?” he asked, but there was no need to answer that obvious question.

Whizzer shrugged, “I don't listen that often?” The smile was still on his face as he tried to offer a reasoning for being here again.

“Yeah, I've already figured that out,” Marvin stated, being rather harsh.

Whizzer sighed, his smiling already failing, “listen, Marvin,” he started gently, “I genuinely want to help you. There's no catch. None. No strings are attached here. All this is, is just one god wanting to help another one out.” He hoped that his small explanation would be enough, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Why is that again?” Marvin asked, not believing a word Whizzer was telling him.

“Why’s what?”

“Why do you want to ‘help’ me?” Marvin decided to put air quotes around the word ‘help’ as if that wasn’t Whizzer’s intention.

Whizzer sighed again, quieter this time. Then he looked at Marvin, wanting this to really get through to him. “I want to help you, and I mean actually help. No air quotes or anything. Actually help you because I care. I can only imagine what life must be like for you. The shit you have to deal with…” Whizzer couldn’t help but shudder a little over the thought of what Marvin had to put up with every day. He bounced back quickly, “I just want to make sure you don't deal with it all alone.”

Marvin didn't say anything for a moment, processing what Whizzer said. During that moment, Whizzer felt that he had actually gotten through to him like he was hoping. That is, until Marvin spoke again.

“Why do you care?”

It was a genuine question. There was actual confusion in Marvin’s voice. The question reminded Whizzer of what Cordelia told him. Marvin wasn’t used to this. He didn’t expect this kind of treatment. Ever. It broke Whizzer’s heart.

Whizzer frowned, feeling sad for the God in front of him. He still didn’t see how Marvin didn’t get it though, and that annoyed him a little.  “Listen. I care because I care, okay? There's no real reason for it. I just care. It’s part of my nature to care,” he explained.

“So because of that… you want to help me?” Marvin began sounding a little more convinced.

Whizzer nodded, “that’s right. I care about you like I care about everyone else. Sure, I hate that fact but I care. And I care about you and I wanna help, okay?” he asked, but soon regretted his phrasing.

Marvin went back to his cold demeanour and scoffed, “you wanna help me because you care, but you hate that? So why even bother with me? Because you're that nice person to help? Or because you want to stop caring and the only way to do that is to help me?” he asked.

Whizzer groaned, bringing his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes. Why did he have to say that? “You are insufferable to talk to,” he said. That probably wasn’t a smart thing to say either. He let his arms fall. “I want to help because I want to help.”

Marvin nodded, clearly losing any of the trust he may had previously had with Whizzer. “Ah, right, of course. You want to help, that makes total sense. You're just gonna hate it the entire time, aren't you?”

Whizzer glared at Marvin, not liking the man’s accusations. “This isn't about me and my feelings, can you stop making it about that. It's about you. Okay? I'm here to listen to you.”

“Oh, are you now? Because when we first met, that was quite the opposite.”

Whizzer shrunk back, bitting his lip, “okay, so I was misinformed when we first met-”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Whizzer ignored that comment and continued talking, “but, I'm here now with new information and I'm willing to listen,” he explained, trying to sound upbeat to mask his current feeling of being upset.

“So you're actually going to listen now? No more coming up with counter arguments against me? All of which, by the way, were false,” Marvin asked.

“Why do you not believe me?” Whizzer asked, now somewhat showing that he was getting upset.

“Maybe because you just said that you hate the fact that you want to help. And the fact that when we first met, you had no interest in what I had to say.” Marvin said.

Whizzer frowned, “you can’t expect someone to get better if you don’t forgive them from previous mistakes they’ve made which they’ve learned from,” he stated. “Are those the only reasons?”

Marvin sighed, “okay, fine. I didn’t give you a proper chance to redeem yourself and blah blah blah,” he mumbled. “Are you done here?”

“No. Tell me why else you don’t believe me,” Whizzer requested.

This was when Marvin  paused, he was formulating a better answer. “Because this shit doesn't just happen to me. No one have ever come up to me and showed me this kind of… whatever this is-”

“You mean love?”

“Whatever. Point is, I'm a little skeptical. I don't know you and therefore do not trust you. And you barging in my home and yelling at me certainly didn't help that.”

Whizzer sighed, “I get that. And I'm really sorry for doing that. But please. I want to help. Even if it's just a chat, that's all I'm asking for. That way you can get to know me and maybe be willing to be a little more open. What do you say?” he asked, giving a small smile.

Marvin stared at Whizzer for a moment. Whizzer felt that he might be actually getting somewhere with Marvin right now. That feeling quickly disappeared when Marvin shut the door. Whizzer's shoulders fell and he frowned. Maybe he didn't get through to the God like he thought.

Then there was a small noise on the other side of the door: It was the sliding lock unlocking. The door fully opened and Marvin stood out of the way, allowing Whizzer to step inside. Whizzer's smile returned.

“Now get in here before I change my mind.”

Whizzer didn't hesitate.

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The Chanukkah Party: Part 2

Trina - Free

Marvin didn’t really care about the holidays. Though, to be fair, he didn’t really care about anything that involved the whole family. No, Marvin just gruffly followed along, with no real enthusiasm, except to correct her pronunciations or to criticize the way that she held the damn candles. So, it’s always been up to her, hasn’t it? To make the holidays anything more than another night of fighting, or, worse, suffocating silence. It was up to her to give Jason some semblance of a happy holiday season, or some pride in his Jewish heritage. So she cooked her ass off. And she smiled until her cheeks hurt. And she didn’t say anything when Marvin corrected her perfect pronunciations, or snatched the shamash from her hand and held it the exact same way she had. She remained cheerful and spread applesauce on latkes and served steaming fresh blintzes and wrapped presents with tight corners and big bows for Jason to rip open next to the fireplace. The ironic part is, during this festival of lights--a festival celebrating freedom and hope above all else--she always felt the most trapped.

But things are different now. She is highly aware of Mendel’s aversion to religion. He never misses a chance to remind her of that. But that doesn’t stop him from working as hard as he can to make sure the holidays are perfect for her. He still doesn’t know more than the simple blessing of the candles--and he can’t even sing it--and she always catches him rolling his eyes the minute the blessings have been completed. Yet, he never complains. He matches her cheer, smile for smile. He enthusiastically joins in on the baruch atah adonai because, “Hey! I know that part!”. He even bought that ugly Chanukkah cardigan last year. Though, there’s a part of her that wishes he hadn’t. She and Jason had to hide it last April, when he decided he should wear it to Passover dinner with her parents.

It was he who had suggested the Chanukkah party. She was nostalgically looking over old photos from her family celebrations when she was a kid. She was telling him stories and they were laughing and she was gazing longingly at the photo album. And, without hesitation, he began planning the whole thing. For the entire crazy, chaotic family. Which, when thinking about it now, Trina realizes is a recipe for disaster, despite how well they’ve all been getting along lately. Putting six Jews (and one very spirited goy) in a room together has never been a particularly good idea. Especially not with this particular group of Jews, who have all spent a good amount of time in the pettiest and harshest of feuds with one another.

Still, it excites her. Her childhood Chanukkah parties were never drama-free either (again, putting a bunch of Jews in a room together never is), and it warms her heart to think that Jason might experience the same joy that they brought to her. And, though she imagined an immense amount of stress would be put on her due to the planning and preparing, Mendel had taken on most of the responsibility--and most of the irrational anxiety--leaving her to focus only on the meal. Something she does happily. Mendel had offered to help with that, too, but, for the sake of everyone involved, she had turned the offer down.

Now, though, she’s cleaning up the kitchen. The salad has been tossed, the brisket is finishing up in the oven, and the blintzes are set out on platters on the counters. Cordelia is bringing the latkes and the applesauce this year. Trine, though, has some Trader Joe’s frozen potato pancakes stashed away in the freezer. Just in case.

She looks over the kitchen island, where Mendel is adjusting and readjusting every table setting, with a nervous fervor she hasn’t seen… well, she sees it quite a lot, actually. For all his wonderful attributes, Mendel sure isn’t a calm one. “It looks great, Mendel!” she calls, leaning over the island with a smile. “Stop fussing with the place settings and help me clean up the kitchen or help Jason finish his homework, or…. Something. You’re making yourself crazy.”

“I just want it to be perfect,” Mendel sighs, fiddling with the menorah for the hundredth time in the last hour.

“Nothing has ever been perfect with this family,” Trina laughs. “But the orientation of the menorah isn’t going to change that.”

Mendel nods and joins her in the kitchen, immediately approaching the sink and picking up a sponge. She can’t help the wide smile that spreads across her face. Two years later, and that still amazes her; that willingness to help. No need to be asked. No complaints. No juvenile sighs and groans. No making her feel guilty for wanting him to lend a hand around the house every once in awhile. And she can’t deny that he has a lot in common with her ex-husband--they both have that pretentious intellectual thing about them, that smarter-than-thou attitude, they’re both deeply insecure, yet deeply egotistical, and they’re both shorter than her. So, she has a type. But there are a few glaring differences. Whereas Marvin was selfish, Mendel puts Trina and Jason above all else. Whereas Marvin took his miseries out on everyone in the house, Mendel is kind and caring even on the worst days. Where Marvin was manipulative, Mendel is sincere to a fault. And, of course, Mendel is straight.

When Mendel returns the smile, Trina feels her heart flutter a bit in her chest. He lays down his sponge and takes her hands, his covered in cool, soapy water. He pulls her closer and their lips are only inches apart when the doorbell rings. Mendel groans, but she continues in to plant a quick kiss on his lips, before removing her apron and turning towards the door.

Before she can answer it, though, she hears Jason, rushing out of his room, yelling: “I’ll get it!”

She watches nervously as he skids across the hardwood floor of the living room in his socks. Her heart clenches as he slides towards the corner of the table. She has to suppress the urge to grab him and force him to slow down. He’s twelve, she has to remind herself. He can manage to get across the living room without killing himself. Right?

He does manage it. He swings the door open and greets Marvin and Whizzer. Of course they would get here first. For a long time, she could hardly be in the same room as either of them. But as they come into her line of sight--Jason dragging a smiling Whizzer back to his room while Marvin watches so lovingly and happily--she can’t remember why she’s held onto that spite for so long. It feels so inconsequential, suddenly. So petty. For the first time in years, Trina can feel that hopeful spirit of the holiday; the one she had always tried to force. For the first time in years, Trina feels free.

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“I never meant for it to go this far.”, “I wish you would talk to me.” or “You wanna go back to my place?” whichever you like best cause these are all soooo good and i can't decide...

Truth be told, I’m probably gonna do all of these.

“You wanna go back to my place?”

The words pull him from his thoughts and he startles. It’s why he came to this club after all. Why he turned right instead of left when he exited the office (after calling his wife to say he’d be home late because it’s one of those days at the office.)

His body moves in time to the music, gyrating against the guy who has been his dance partner all night. They haven’t spoken much beyond a few well-placed groans and offering to keep plying the other with alcohol.

So when the question comes, Marvin falters ever so slightly in his movements. He came here for a release. To find a guy to get off with so he could go back to pretending like he was still straight with his wife and son waiting back home. It’s his once-every-six-weeks sojourn to the Village. Every time he’s come here it’s been a quick fuck in the back room of a club or playing around with a few guys in a bathhouse. No names, anonymous sex.

Just the way he likes it.

He doesn’t go back to someone’s apartment. Because that would make it—his homosexuality—real. In these dens of iniquity, it’s as if he’s another person. It’s an almost out of body experience. But to leave here, arm in arm with another man and enter his home. Well, that’s something else entirely. That’s admitting he wants and needs things he isn’t allowed to have.

And yet.

The words slip out of his mouth before he can grab them and shove them back down where they belong.

“I’d love to.”

—

“I never meant for it to go this far”

His pants are around his ankles and with Whizzer draped over the back of the couch, it’s hard to tell where one man ends and the other begins. Marvin’s chin hovers just over Whizzer’s shoulder (thank god for the leaning thing — he hates being so much shorter than his lover) as he stares into his wife’s shocked face.

He pulls away from Whizzer abruptly, trying not to break eye contact with her and pull his pants up at the same time. Whizzer, the son of a bitch, lets out a soft chuckle. The situation is far from funny and Marvin wants to slap him.

“Thanks for a great time, babe,” Whizzer says, doing up his own trousers and giving Marvin a kiss on the cheek before sauntering out of the den as if Trina isn’t blocking his way.

She steps aside to let him pass, as if too stunned to stop him. Too shocked to make him stay. Too destroyed to ask who he even is.

“You know, I’ve always thought…” Trina’s voice is so soft it kills Marvin. He actually wants her angry. To shout and rage at him. It’d be easier than this calm before the storm. “I always told myself your late nights at the office were just that. Late nights. That the cologne I smelled on your shirts was from this or that co-worker because you worked in close proximity. But then it was more late nights and the same cologne.”

Marvin draws in a breath. “I never meant for it to go this far.”

Trina tilts her head to the side. “Somehow, I actually believe that. But you did. And now you can get out. This isn’t your home anymore.”

—

“I wish you would talk to me.”

It’s been three months. Three months since his bravado got the better of him and he threw Whizzer out of the apartment in a fit of rage. Whizzer should have come to see him long before this, to apologize because he couldn’t live without Marvin. But that was an ending for a perfect world. One where everyone needed Marvin and eventually came to their senses.

Not the one where Trina dried her eyes and married his ex-shrink.

Not the one where Whizzer probably unpacked his suitcase at a new apartment without blinking an eye.

It isn’t that everyone leaves him: it’s that he pushes everyone away in the end. Too afraid of his own happiness that he has to do whatever he can to sabotage it. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy that he knows he’ll never be able to break. Or can he? What if he’s the one to admit he was wrong? What if he made the attempt to set things right. Would Whizzer take him back?

He locks his apartment before he can change his mind. Marvin navigates the maze of tunnels that is the New York subway system, hoping that Whizzer still maintains the studio apartment in the heart of the Village. It was the first place they used to go and fuck. Back when he hid himself from everyone, including Trina.

Marvin takes the stairs two at a time, winded by the time he reaches the fifth floor. Panting, Marvin raises his hand to knock—and hears voices from the inside. Whizzer’s rich laughter. Two other men. He doesn’t stop to contemplate it could be the TV. Instead, he lowers himself to the floor, using the door as a brace… and wraps himself in laughter that’s no longer his.

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[itsnewstome]

#4 ("God, you're pretty) for the prompt list! (and i love your writing so much its the best k thx bye)

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So you didn’t gimme a pairing, so it’s Gen. Sorry? im not sorry i like how this turned out

Rating: g

AU: theater au! they’re in a production of falsettos, it’s dope

  “Okay, start again. Dave, for the love of God, try to look less gentlemanly, and more like you want to just eat him.”

  Davey frowned at Jack. “That doesn’t help me very much,” he noted dryly.

  Sitting at the table, the chess board between Davey and Race, Davey felt inexplicably tired. They’d been trying to get this scene down for the better part of an hour, never even getting through the entire Chess Game song before Jack was getting on their asses, saying that they weren’t doing something right.

  He had decided that Davey was too cold. He thought that his gaze was leering instead of smoldering. Forget the fact that Act I Marvin is mostly a leering asshole, Davey isn’t selling the passion enough!

  “Let’s just try it,” Jack said. “Here we go. Go ahead, boys.”

  “From where?” Race asked. His hands were folded together and stuck between his thighs, looking ready to work, to learn. God, how was he not tired of this scene by now?

  Jack hummed, making a little face. He shot a look to Elmer, who was at the grand piano at the edge of the stage. They had a small, silent conversation before Jack turned back to Davey and Race. “Your move the pawn,” he said finally.

  Race nodded firmly, and sat up just a little bit straighter, looking proud of himself. Davey leaned his elbows onto his knees and put his steepled hands up to his mouth, looking like he was contemplating particularly hard about the chess pieces in front of him.

  “Move the pawn,” Race sang, prodding Davey along with a little lift of his brow. All teasing and fleeting expressions. Davey didn’t budge, so Race moved to mirror his pose, leaning on his knees. He pointed to Davey’s immaculate line of chess pieces with his index finger. His finger poked in his direction with every word he sang. “Move the pawn.”

  Davey sighed, flicked an unimpressed glance to Race, but he didn’t move.

  “Take my hand.” Davey softened his eyes and took Race’s offered hand, his fingers trailing over Race’s palm. Race flipped Davey’s palm in his hand and put it over one of the pawns, sliding it forward two spaces. “Play the game.”

  Davey took barely a pause, flipping his hand to hold Race’s again. He leaned in even more, his eyes on Race’s mouth, tracing down the slope of his neck. “God, you’re pretty,” he sang.

  Race rolled his eyes, pulling away. “More’s the pity-,” Davey looked like he withered as Race pulled away, crossing his legs and taking his hand from Davey’s. He crossed his arms across his chest, sizing Davey up “-since you need a man-,”

  “What?” Davey jolted up.

  “-who’s brainy.”

  Davey rolled his eyes and glared at Race. “Or witty,” he said. It was as if accusing Race of being anything but. “Move,” he commanded.

  Race looked back down at the board. “What should I do now?” They went through the lyrics effortlessly, Davey seeming more than a little peeved at Race and at how unable he was to grasp the concept of how chess worked. “Chess ain’t how your boyfriend thinks!” he snapped.

  “This game stinks.” Davey looked at Race plainly, letting him read between the lines as he wished.

  After a second, Race bit his lip and looked back to Davey. “Let me win?”

  Davey put up his hands. “Yes, sir.”

  “Please?” he batted his eyelashes, and Davey nodded.

  “Yes,” he sighed.

  Race’s grin was unreal. “Thanks!” He began shifting the pieces on the board, and Davey tensed, opposing. “Whizzer wins!” Race declared, grinning with a childlike excitement. He picked up Davey’s king, waving it in front of his nose. “Whizzer wins! Checkmate.”

  The two of them twisted in their seats until they faced the audience. “Life’s a sham and every move is wrong.” Davey didn’t need to spare Race a glance to tell that he was still smiling, still high off of his cheated win. Davey dug his fingers into the knee of his jeans and kept his eyes straight ahead. They sang the last line together before Davey stood up. He bit the inside of his cheek and did his best to look pissed off as he walked away from their table, and away from Race.

  “What’s the matter with you?” Race called after him. Davey could just see him gaping.

  He reached the end of the stage and and turned around. He watched Race play with the black king, twisting it in his fingers before slamming it down on Davey’s side of the board. He sighed in an exaggerated motion, his shoulders slumping. “Marvin!” he yelled to the ceiling.

  Davey took a breath and shook out his shoulders before marching back on stage. He didn’t have the physical suitcase with him, but he mimed putting it down anyhow. Race looked between Davey and the invisible suitcase, understanding and hurt showing on his face.

  And then Jack Kelly bursted their little bubble, getting out of his seat so he could climb the steps onto the stage. “I think we’re going to stop there today,” he said.

  Davey tried not to wither, but he wasn’t too sure how he did. He moved to sit on the back edge of Race’s seat. Race twisted around in the little space given and grinned at Davey.

  “I thought we did a lot better,” he said quietly between them. “You didn’t look like you wanted to eat me, but I could actually believe that you wanted to kiss me that time.”

  “Yeah,” Davey murmured. “Honestly, no offense-.”

  Race patted his knee. “I get it. It’s not me, it’s you. Literally. Your aro-ace ass hurts me deeply, Davey.”

  Davey snorted. “You’ll recover,” he told him flatly.

  Jack pulled his cardigan closer around him and consulted his clipboard. He was really fitting the Theater Director Aesthetic, Davey thought. The skinny jeans and glasses instead of contacts were fine, but the cardigan and the clipboard-easily-swapped-for-an-iPad really cemented the look.

  “So, Dave, I want you to come in just a little bit earlier when he yells ‘Marvin,’ okay? Maybe already be walking out by the time he says it. It just drags on a bit long and I’m not about it.” Jack scribbled something on his paper and hummed. Davey made a mental note, nodding to himself.

  “Marvin,” Race said quietly, amping up the whiny tone in his voice before smirking sideways at Davey, who snorted in amusement and knocked his shoulder with Race’s.

  “Davey,” Jack went on, “I liked it better this time around. It’s starting to get the same energy as Thrill Of First Love. Good job. Keep at it, alright?” Davey bobbed his head. “There were a little rough patches in the music, too. Race, you’re going flat at times. Please, for the love of God, be practicing those parts. Meet Elmer and I after and we’ll go through them.”

  “Got it,” Race said.

  “Davey, I liked your high notes.” Jack kissed the tips of his fingers, reminding Davey of Spot’s Italian grandmother. “Good shit, my friend. It’s like when JoJo goes high on-,” he sucked in a quick breath, straightening his shoulders, “-and still the bastard divorced me!” Jack’s face contorted and his pinched together fingers twisted in the air. His voice was almost a screech, and he wasn’t on pitch, but Davey knew what he meant. Race stifled a laugh into the top of his hand. “You know? It’s Good, I want to cry and bottle that sound up to give to my mother-in-law for Christmas.”

  Davey laughed. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.” Jack grinned at him. “And I think that’s it. Y’all pack up and head home.” He looked to the front row behind him to the five others in the cast. He gave them all pointed glares. “Take care of yourself, you heathens. Get some sleep and work on the notes I gave you.”

  Davey heaved himself up from his chair and exhaled deeply. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Race.” He smiled at the man, who grinned back.

  “See you later, man. I’m off for consultation.” His eyes widened in mock horror as he stood up and began to walk away.

  Davey snorted. “Good luck!” he called after him. Davey was quick to gather his things, and he met his little brother Les out in the aisles of seats. “Was it convincing?” he asked Les after they told everyone their goodbyes and began to leave the theater.

  Les paused for a second, thinking. He nodded, glancing at Davey. “It was better,” he said finally. “Needs work.”

  Davey laughed and ruffled his brother’s hair. “Come on. I’ll take you to that sushi place you like.”

  Davey was graced with a larger-than-life smile and an excited pair of brown eyes.

#newsies #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #les jacobs #elmer newsies #ollie writes things #newsies musical #newsies live #newsies broadway #acroace! davey #actors! all of them #theater au #director!jack #Anonymous

[twelfthdyke]

since u cant do the smutty hcs can u do domestic marvin/whizzer hcs

i was This Close to giving in and giving yall the smutty hcs i’ve been asked for so much BUT ALAS. have your fluff, kids!!

whizzer and marvin literally don't agree on any movies whatsoever. they spend so much arguing that by the time they're done they just decide to go to bed. movie nights are only a thing when jason's around and makes the choice.

whizzer likes to relentlessly tease marvin about the most mundane things, like his height or his tone of voice.

he's only a few inches taller but he uses it to his advantage. he holds things just out of marvin's reach above his head. after some struggling marvin will give up. he rolls his eyes and walks away like he's annoyed and whizzer is like "wait wait wait!! don't be mad, i love yoooou". regardless of how much this has happened it still goes down the same way.

whizzer stole a sponge from marvin as he was washing up after dinner.marvin: come on, whizzer! just give it backwhizzer, mocking: give it backmarvin, disgruntled and walking away: FINE. keep itwhizzer: noooo, come back!marvin, waving over his shoulder: if you wanted to do the dishes so bad, you could've just asked.

if you don't think they stick their tongues out at each other like little kids then you're wrong. 

their decor is mostly comprised of whizzer's pictures and a furniture that displays their joint love for colour. some of it clashes horrendously but they love it. they redecorated together when marvin moved in. they were in gym clothes. marvin's were garish while whizzer's were plain white--uncharacteristically boring.

whizzer ends up with blue smeared on his face and mouth. he tries his luck and wipes a handful of red paint on marvin's face.whizzer: hey maaaarv, let's make purplemarvin: why have you opened the red paint? we needed that for tomorrow; close it before it goes weird and crusty.whizzer: trina was right. you are a romantic.

marvin isn't actually oblivious, it's just hilarious to see whizzer's reactions when his poor flirting doesn't go down well. he's used to succeeding because, despite his terrible pickup lines, his pretty face always wins.

they later decided to play racquetball together at whizzer's insistence that it would be fun (and that it is totally a couple's thing, god marvin).

whizzer had been playing it for years so he knew that he could definitely beat marvin. marvin obviously catches on but is actually willing to practise instead of getting mad.

whizzer is the worst at night. he takes up so much bed space. at the start of the night they're both lying comfortably together but by morning whizzer's spidery limbs are somehow spread out over marvin and the whole bed. marvin wakes up sweaty and gross because of it yet whizzer is the one who complains. 

whizzer also has a tendency to sleeptalk and when he does it's the most nonsensical thing. marvin tried to have a conversation with him once and it was ridiculous. marvin often asks him what he was dreaming about but whizzer claims that he didn't have any dreams that night. he’s convinced that he doesn't actually sleeptalk and that marvin is making it up.

although whizzer is the pesky sleeper, he still claims that marvin is the worst sleep partner because he drools some nights. marvin is offended and they literally get into a competition about who is the better sleeper which leads to charlotte and cordelia telling them to shut up because they're trying to sleep.

whizzer gets infuriated at marvin because he doesn't know how to tidy up after himself. he leaves so many glasses of water on their bedside locker and he never puts the kitchen utensils back where they were. 

marvin once left the freezer open and the drawers froze over. whizzer made marvin spend at least an hour chipping the ice away. 

you think him not hanging up his coat is the worst? you have no idea.

whizzer: marvin, why is there a pile of trash on the dining table?marvin: that's my clean laundrywhizzer, to the pile: i'm sorrymarvin, laughing and hitting whizzer’s arm: HEY

whizzer and marvin could never agree to the layout of their apartment. eventually, whizzer acquiesced to marvin's requests. however, whizzer was left home alone and decided to change the position of everything slightly. this would've been fine if marvin hadn't returned home only to find himself running into all the furniture.

marvin tried to do the laundry once and ended up turning all the whites pink because he forgot to separate his red shorts. whizzer's racquetball clothes were never the same. the problem was they had racquetball later that day and whizzer didn't have any other suitable clothes. good thing he pulls off pink ridiculously well.

they have competitions about competition shows. when all the contestants enter they each try to predict who will win. they almost never get it right but jason is incredible at it.

whizzer: i bet her meringue is utter shitmarvin: your meringue is utter shitwhizzer: did i ASK

whizzer is the type of person to sing into a hairbrush when he thinks he's alone only to be caught in the middle of his own personal ballad. marvin is more of a shower singer and whizzer always calls him out on it, but does he stop? no.

whizzer and marvin are Not down with the kids. they think they are but they are Wrong.

marvin: this song is OFFjason: it's "goes off"whizzer: no, it's onjason: i want to go home

they are the definition of a Wine Couple. honestly, picture marvin sat with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other as whizzer leans against him sipping from his own glass. 

whizzer attempted to look like a wine connoisseur and tried to circle the wine in his glass but he just spilt it all over his shirt. marvin side eyed him from his book and just went back to sipping and reading while whizzer frantically tried to grab a wet cloth to stop his shirt being stained.

hope those were ok!!

#falsettos #whizzer brown #falsettos marvin #marvin x whizzer #whizzer x marvin #headcanons #my headcanons #ask #anon #Anonymous

[jasonsbarmitzvah]

one for each night, they shed a sweet light (4/8)

we’ll give you a treat (Whizzer) Night 4: Whizzer has a realization.

(previous parts here, here, and here, or read on AO3 here) Sorry this is so short, and a day late!!

Whizzer had honestly forgotten it was Hanukkah until one of his clients called asking if they could move up their photo session by an hour so that they could be sure to get home before sundown to light the candles. 

“I tried to tell the kids it wasn’t a big deal if we light the candles a little later, but they insisted, it had to be at sunset, you know how it is?”

“Right, sure,” Whizzer replied, absently doodling in the corner of his calendar.

“So we’ll see you at 3:30 then? That will give you plenty of time to get home and celebrate with your family as well I hope.”

“Uh-huh, see you then.”

Whizzer hung up the phone and stared at his new calendar, now with an giant blank from 4:30 on.  If Whizzer had known he would have scheduled another appointment for the day or something, because, unlike Mr. Rosen assumed, Whizzer had no reason to rush home for the holiday.

And Whizzer was fine with that, he was.  It wasn’t like he would want to celebrate with Marvin, that’s for sure.  Marvin with his quick temper and snark, Marvin with the steady income and warm bed.  There was no reason for Whizzer to wish his life any different than it was now, where he was free of the constraints of relationships and responsibilities.

After Whizzer had finished up his photo session with the Rosens he headed back towards his small apartment where he’d eat the pasta dish he’d been eating all week and hope that the landlord hadn't flipped the heat off again.  For a moment Whizzer considered going to one of the bars on the other side of town for something to do, to maybe find somewhere nice to spend the night, but the thought of spending the holidays in a stranger’s bed made Whizzer uneasy in a way he couldn’t quite describe so he kept heading towards home.

Whizzer stopped his commute though when he noticed a short kid with brown hair watching a TV through the corner store window.   He hesitantly walked up to the kid by pretending to be interested in what was on the screen before discreetly looking over to find a boy who was definitely not Jason.  Whizzer couldn’t believe how quickly his heart dropped, and realized with a pang how much he missed the kid who had been a part of his life for the past few years. Even though Jason should’ve hated Whizzer by all accounts, and Whizzer should’ve been annoyed by Jason, they had found an odd friendship, and Whizzer was struck with how much he wanted to see Jason and hear about his life — even if it meant tolerating Marvin (a feeling he was sure Trina was often struck with).

With this realization in mind, Whizzer immediately decided what he wanted to do to celebrate Hanukkah. He quickly counted up his cash and ran to the nearest store, getting there just before it closed to buy the perfect gift.  He knew this meant another two weeks of just rice for dinner, but Whizzer also knew it was worth it for Jason.  

It was then that Whizzer realized he had no way to actually get the gift to Jason. He knew that Marvin had moved out of their apartment (and also had a feeling that Marvin might throw out anything with Whizzer’s handwriting on it), and he had never gone to Trina and Mendel’s new place. Except…Whizzer suddenly remembered something one of the other photographers who used the studio said and raced back to go through his records.  Although he knew he would be in major trouble if he was caught, Whizzer didn’t care as he searched until he got to the W section, where the records for Trina and Mendel Weisenbachfeld’s wedding photographer were, with the happy couple’s address written prominently on top. Whizzer grabbed some paper and wrote out a note for Jason, wrapped the gift in some newspaper and a box he found in the recycling, put the address on top, and went to deliver it by hand, to be sure it got to Jason in time.  

By the time he got to Mendel and Trina’s house across town it was close to midnight, and Whizzer didn’t think their reception of him would be warm enough to risk ringing the bell, so he set the gift on the front door and left.  

#whizzer brown #falsettos #falsettos fic #my stuff #8 days of falsettos

[insertmusicalquotehere]

Secret Santa Gift- High School AU One-shot

Sorry I’ve been super inactive but I’ve been busy between finishing my production and school and working on this for @singaroundelay for the @falsettossecretsnowmen event. Hope you like it!

Marvin felt totally out of place walking to the stands. He really wasn’t a sports person and if he was being honest he didn’t totally understand the game of baseball. Yet, there he was sitting amongst the crowd of his peers as the two teams warmed up. The longer he sat as people talked around him, the more he wondered if maybe he should just leave. He could say he had an assignment to finish or claim a headache. Surely, Whizzer would understand. He sighed and pushed the thoughts from his mind. That’s part of why they broke up in the first place. This was what Whizzer was passionate about so he could sit through it. 

Whizzer was worth it. 

As if he could read Marvin’s thoughts, Whizzer walked by and winked as he noticed Marvin. Marvin decided then that seeing Whizzer in those tight baseball pants already made staying to watch the game worth it. “Oh, hi Marvin. Didn’t expect to see you here,” a voice said next to him. “Hey Trina. Mendel. Still bringing your kid brother on your dates, I see,” Marvin teased. “Jason wanted to come,” Trina said as they sat down. “How are you, kid?” Marvin asked. He was never that close to Jason when he and Trina were dating but over time their relationship has gotten better. “I’m alright. I thought you weren’t into baseball,” Jason said sitting next to Marvin. “Well, I’m not into baseball but I’m pretty into Whizzer,” Marvin admitted. He smiled a bit as he heard Trina complain about him under her breath. “Whizzer’s been doing great lately!” Jason said excitedly. Jason had always held a fascination for Whizzer, especially when it came to his baseball. It was cute to watch the way the kid idolized Whizzer. “I even heard that a bunch of scouts have been coming to watch him. Whizzer would probably play wherever he wanted to.” “Is that so?” Marvin asked. Jason nodded and began to talk on and on about the way Whizzer pitched and his statistics. Marvin did his best to pay attention even though he had no clue what half of what Jason was saying was. “See, Cordelia. I told you everyone would already be here.” Marvin could hear Charlotte before he saw her walking towards them. “Oh, relax. We didn’t miss anything,” Cordelia said sitting on the other side of Marvin. “We didn’t miss anything, right Marvin?” “Not unless you wanted to watch guys stretch in tight pants,” Marvin teased before giving Cordelia a quick kiss on the cheek. “Then we’re right on time,” Charlotte said. Marvin couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth. "Hi everyone," Cordelia said smiling "So what made you late this time?" Marvin asked curiously. "Delia burned some cookies in Home Ec and had to clean out the oven," Charlotte said. "You didn't have to stay and help," Cordelia reminded her. "Oh yes, what a wonderful girlfriend I would've been, leaving you behind to come sit around doing nothing," Charlotte said. "How sweet of you," Marvin teased.

Although Marvin knew very little about baseball, he knew enough to know that Whizzer was playing really well. He was scoring and helping his teammates score and striking people out. Jason was enamored by Whizzer as usual and made sure Marvin knew just how well he was playing. Before long the game was over and their school had won by a landslide. As much as Jason protested, Mendel and Trina left with him right after the game and Cordelia accompanied Charlotte home to work on an assignment so Marvin was left waiting for Whizzer alone. As he walked to his car, he noticed Whizzer talking with a man outside the locker rooms. He leaned against his car and watched as the two of them spoke. He couldn’t help but think back to Jason’s word about scouts watching Whizzer. Marvin smiled as Whizzer finally shook hands with the man and walked to his car. “Who was that,” Marvin asked helping Whizzer put his gear in the trunk. “Oh, just some scout asking a couple questions,” Whizzer said with a shrug. “Oh, really? And what did you tell him?” Marvin asked. “Just that I’d been talking to other teams and school but was keeping my options open,” Whizzer said with a smirk. “That ought to light a fire under their asses.” “You know, a little birdie told me that you’ve got scouts coming to every game now,” Marvin said as and Whizzer slid into the car. “Is that so?” Whizzer asked with a soft laugh. “I guess I’ve gotta bring you to every game so I can keep playing well.” “If that’s what it takes,” Marvin said smiling. “Really? You’d come to my games?” Whizzer asked. “If you wanted me to, yeah. I may not like baseball but it’s what your passionate about so of course I’d go and support you,” Marvin told him. “Aw, look at you being all sweet. I guess you actually have a heart,” Whizzer teased. “Oh shut up,” Marvin said shoving him. “You know, if I play this good when you’re around, what if I turn to complete crap when you go to college? What if you're my lucky charm? I guess this means you’ll have to stay with me next year instead of running off,” Whizzer said as they pulled into the parking garage for Marvin’s apartment complex. “You don’t need me to play well. Besides, nothing’s set in stone yet. You might be worrying over nothing,” Marvin said as he turned the car off. “I’m gonna miss you if you go away,” Whizzer said turning to look at Marvin. “Then I guess I’ll just have to bring you with me,” Marvin said before kissing Whizzer. "As much as I’d love to make out in your car, I really need a proper shower,” Whizzer said against his mouth. “If you insist,” Marvin told him pulling away. "Besides, I know for a fact you have not started on calculus." "Please, calculus is so easy it's boring. I could finish it on the ride to school if I had to," Whizzer said as they walked up the stairs to their shared apartment. "Well, not all of us are gifted with the ability to differentiate functions at will so you could help me for once," Marvin said bumping his shoulders. Whizzer gave a dramatic sigh. "If I have to," he teased but couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Hey, no matter where either of us go for college or baseball or whatever, we'll be alright," Marvin promised as they stopped in front of the door to their apartment. Whizzer nodded. "Everything will be alright," Whizzer said smiling.

#falsettos #my fic #whizzer #whizzer brown #marvin #whizzer x marvin #high school au #baseball au #falsettos secret snowmen

[short--insomniacs]

this is a mendel weisenbachfeld appreciation post

 i’ve gone to psychotherapy-- and also a psychiatrist-- for nearly three years now, and though i’m definitely not an expert by any means, i want to address a couple of things about Mendel being considered a “bad psychiatrist.”

sometimes distinctions between things in psychology can be sort of confusing, so if you’re not sure what a psychiatrist really does, i’m here to help! 

a psychotherapist is a person who is a pro in dealing with mental health, and through various different therapy methods, help people overcome psychological problems-- or sometimes just help people cope with life. you might see a psychotherapist if you’re depressed, or are going through a divorce, or are just really really stressed and don’t know how to handle life’s curveballs. 

a psychiatrist is a doctor who has specialized in treating mental illness, usually with some sort of medication, like an antidepressant. these guys have an MD and have had to go through med school and done a residency and all that fun stuff. they’ve decided to specialize in psychiatry. however, some psychiatrists also offer to do talk therapy with patients, like Mendel does with Marvin. so Mendel Weisenbachfeld has an MD, y’all. the dude is just as much of a doctor as Charlotte. 

in my case, i go to a psychotherapist for my talk/cognitive-behavioral therapy, and i go to a psychiatrist just to deal with the medication aspect of things. moving on....

i will say that i do not think that Mendel’s behavior regarding Trina initially was the best when it comes to ethics, to put it mildly-- y’know, asking your client if his wife “sleeps in the nude” is kind of...yikes. i would not do what he did. i would never want to! he definitely shouldn’t have gotten involved with a client’s wife while still seeing that client, because that tries his impartiality. ethics are tricky, though-- i have to remind everyone that they aren’t black and white. there's a huge grey area when it comes to them, and i think Mendel’s behavior is sort of within those murky waters. remember, i don’t think he was necessarily expecting Trina to sort of barge into his office in a bit of a panic about Jason. he’s been Marvin’s psychiatrist “for years,” and surely he’s heard a lot about Trina. considering that Marvin and Trina aren’t on the greatest of terms-- well, that's going to skew how Marvin talks about her. he’s going to focus on the negative. and, as a result, Mendel is left with an impression of Trina that is heavily influenced by how Marvin perceives her. imagine hearing about how terrible a person is for years...and then they show up, and you talk with them, and you think, “hey, they’re not actually that much of a shitty person???” Mendel sure as hell had to reconcile what Marvin told him about Trina with what he actually saw and observed with Trina. i’m sure that threw him for a loop, to put it mildly! in fact, i think a lot of Mendel’s talk about Trina in “Marvin at the Psychiatrist” is him trying to work through that “what the fuck???” feeling-- with some attraction to Trina, thrown in, of course. does that confusion absolve his shady ethics? no, it absolutely does not, and i am not trying to defend that. he toed-- and downright crossed--some lines. again, it is a grey area that is tricky to navigate. thank god Mendel at least made sure to not continue treating Marvin or Jason after becoming romantically involved with Trina. 

 but Mendel isn’t a bad psychiatrist in the way he deals with both Jason and Marvin.

 the way Mendel interacts with Jason during Jason's therapy is interesting. he is, from what i can tell, trying to teach Jason not to let his anxiety control him. the "feel alright for ten minutes/twenty minutes/etc." is him saying to Jason, "yes, okay, you have these feelings, and that's okay that you have these feelings. but instead of worrying about what you can't control, think about now.” Mendel also tells Jason, "nobody's screaming at you, nobody's yelling at you, look around you!" which, to me, is indicative of Mendel telling Jason that he's not under any imminent threat and if he could calm down and be mindful of what's going on in the present, his anxiety won't be so pressing. mindfulness is an actual thing that i have been taught by my own therapist! Jason seems very comforted by that fact! by the end of the song, he is considerably more cheerful. 

during “Everyone Hates His Parents,” Mendel recognizes that Jason is clearly overwhelmed with all of Marvin and Trina’s fighting over the bar mitzvah. when he says, “Jason, i am agitato grande/Jason, i am muy disgutante/and muy disappointe/and muy nauseatus,” he's referring to how he is disgusted by Marvin and Trina’s behavior, and promptly takes care to assure Jason that “everyone hates his parents.”  When Marvin and Trina get too overwhelming for Jason, Mendel literally removes them from Jason’s presence-- “I’m a psychiatrist, get lost!”-- and continues to comfort Jason by letting him know “this too shall pass.” by the end, Jason isn’t angry or anxious, like he was in the beginning of the number. 

now, considering Marvin-- during “Marvin at the Psychiatrist,” Mendel is asking him to truly think about his relationship with Whizzer. He asks guiding questions for Marvin to try and figure out if he wants Whizzer as a partner or not: "do you love him?/when he's naked, does he thrill you?" and, i might add, Mendel is basically encouraging Marvin not to be ashamed of his love for Whizzer "don't despise what you feel/love the friend, not the heel" which i find particularly interesting because i'm sure there probably weren't a lot of gay-friendly psychiatrists back in the 70s...and Mendel doesn't care. he is clearly very tolerant, and mature enough to put aside whatever differences he has regarding his clients, which i think is excellent for a psychiatrist. he tries hard to help Marvin figure out what he wants. and, i suppose, is also is trying to make Marvin see that his being gay is okay. he doesn’t want Marvin to “despise what [he] feels.” he wants Marvin to accept it, so Marvin can, in turn, become a healthier individual. Mendel doesn't care whether or not Marvin is gay; Mendel wants Marvin to be able to live his life without the daunting weight of mental illness or struggle-- that is literally a psychiatrist’s goal! 

no, Mendel is not by any means a perfect character. and that's the point! none of the characters in Falsettos are perfect by any means! but i think it is important to take a deeper look into Mendel, and his work, and how he truly does, in his small ways, help heal the others. 

tldr: i love Mendel Weisenbachfeld and he is a wonderfully flawed character 

thanks to @moreracquetball for being lovely and helping me organize my thoughts for this!! 

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