"Wildflowers" by kazoosandfannypacks
Pairing: Beauty and the Puppet (Belle/August)
Rating: General
Word Count: (5K)
Summary: August gives a wildflower to Belle, and upon seeing her smile at this token starts getting a flower for her every day from the nearby flower shop, which he is unaware is run by Belle's father, Moe.
Moe has never met his daughter's friend August before, but is sure that he's no good. However, he grows quite fond of the stranger who comes in to buy a flower for his girl every day, unaware that his new favorite customer is his deeply despised August.
Tags: au, fluff, beauty and the puppet, flower shop au, oneshot, the shuttle, flowers
Author's notes: What's this? Kazzy's posting another fic today? And she's referring to herself in the third person and asking rhetorical questions again? Is she trying to communicate effectively but also so terribly rambly? It's more likely than you think!
Happy Valentine's Day to my readers! I've honestly been blown away by the amount of support this ship I'm 'pioneering' has gotten, and I hope to see many more fics someday! I couldn't let the day go by without posting something for this little ship we have here, so I've decided to share this completed oneshot I've been hanging onto!
This one was written as in such away that if you've never seen ouat, you wouldn't be confused by any of the content in it (and as such, it doesn't include any fairy tale stuff,) but I also haven't contradicted the canon in any way other than the obvious. I also was also initially going to post it as a chaptered work, but felt like the chapters were too short and went with a oneshot instead. I loved my chapter titles though, so I've decided to leave them in it :) Happy Valentine's (or whenever you're reading this) day!
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Daisies
One of the best things about a small town like Storybrooke was having a library within walking distance. August had started going to the library for research for the book he was working on, but he soon found other reasons to stop in- picking up a book on woodworking for his dad, helping a friend's kid with a school project, surrounding himself with books for inspiration, volunteering with programs at the library- or, more often, just to say "good morning" to the lovely librarian, Belle, and to keep her company on slower business days. He'd spent many an afternoon discussing favorite literary themes and authors together.
August was on his way to the library, typewriter in hand, taking in the fresh Storybrooke air. The sun was shining, the sky was a perfect shade of blue- one that almost reminded him of Belle's eyes- and was spotted with clouds.
August looked down at a crack in the sidewalk and noticed a daisy growing. He picked it, almost without thinking. He twirled it between his fingertips, almost feeling inspired by the daisy, like a plucked wildflower was some kind of poem in and of itself.
And as he walked into the library, he almost wondered what he should do with the little flower, but when he saw Belle working at her desk, clearly frazzled by something and not having the best day- he knew what to do with it.
"Good morning, Belle." He leaned on the counter.
She barely looked up from her computer. "Oh, hey August."
He handed her the daisy.
"Aww, what's this?" Belle asked.
"Picked it on the way over." August said. "It, uh, made me smile, and you look like you needed a smile today too."
"I did."
"It was a good thing she needed a smile,"
August thought, noticing that one crept across her face as she placed the daisy in the water bottle on her desk. What he hadn't accounted for was that her smile did what he'd done just done for her- it gave him a smile too.
So when August walked away from her desk and went to his usual back room to study, he stopped first in the natural sciences section to take a peek at a flower field guide or two.
Sweetpeas
Belle walked into the Game of Thorns flower shop with a book for her father tucked under her arm.
Moe looked up from the bouquet he was arranging. "There's my little sweetpea. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Hi, dad." Belle gave Moe a hug, then handed him the book she'd brought in with her. "I figured you might wanna peruse this new flower guide we got in, before I log it in the system and you only get two weeks to read it."
"That's very thoughtful of you." Moe said, looking over the cover and flipping through a few of the pages. "I'll have to leaf through it later."
"How's business?" Belle asked.
"Oh, you know how it goes here," her father set the book down on the counter, "business is blooming."
Belle rolled her eyes at her dad's joke.
"How are things going at the library?" Moe asked.
"Great." Belle said, "we've been getting a lot of traffic recently. August's really come up with a lot of cool new programs that get people involved…."
At the mention of August's name, her father groaned.
"August?" Moe asked. "That freeloader still hanging around?"
"Not freeloader," Belle tried to reason, despite having this same dead end conversation with her father many times, "freelance writer."
"Doesn't change the fact that he's in his late thirties and still lives with his dad, so what's the difference?"
Her father was skeptical of any guy she mentioned, especially after her recent breakup, but he seemed to have a particular animosity toward August, remembering only the worst details of her accounts of him.
"Besides, he's just a friend." Belle pointed out. It wasn't that she didn't want there to be something between her and August, but she was still waiting on him to make the first move- though the daisy he'd given her that morning was a good sign.
"He's just nice guy who volunteers at the library," Belle continued, "while working on his latest novel."
"Just like the last one was just…"
"This is different." Belle sighed with a smile. "I think you'd really like him, once you got to know him. You might find you have a lot in common."
"With motorcycles and black leather jackets?" Moe scoffed.
"Everyone in town wears leather jackets these days, dad."
"Well, I don't." Moe said.
Belle shook her head and changed the topic, knowing that there were a lot of things more important than discussing their compatibility with a guy who, for now, was just a friend.
Crocuses
Moe leafed through the book Belle had brought him last night- a simple guidebook on local wildflowers, every other page beautifully illustrated with the flowers its opposite mentioned. It really had been thoughtful of Belle to let him look through it before she logged it. He had raised a thoughtful and loving daughter- now if only she could find a guy who was thoughtful and loving enough to compliment that!
He was in the middle of reading about lady slipper orchids when he heard the door open, and saw a young man walk in, in the apparently normal-these-days attire of a leather jacket. He wasn't one of Moe's usual customers, but new business was always welcome.
"What can I do for you?" Moe asked.
"I'm looking to buy a flower." The stranger said.
Moe looked around. "You came to the right place. Just one flower?"
"For now." The man sighed. "There's this girl..."
"Ah." Moe smiled, knowing young love was a great source of income for his shop.
"We're not, like, a thing or anything," the customer started perusing the flowers on display. "I do like spending time with her a lot though. Do you have any flowers that don't look like they came from a flower shop?"
Florists, like any expert, are used to hearing weird and unintelligent questions from those less experienced in the subject matter- but this question still caught Moe off guard.
"You'll have to be a bit more specific."
The young man laughed a little. "Yesterday she was having a bad day, and I'd picked a daisy on the way to see her, and it brightened her day. I wanna do that again for her- but subtly. Start with something small, like daisies and dandelions, work my way up to something bigger."
Moe smiled. If only his daughter could find someone as thoughtful as this young man! Either way, it was nice to see that old fashioned romance wasn't dead yet in her generation.
"I think I have just the thing." Moe walked over to a nearby bouquet and pulled out a crocus. "Crocuses are one of the first flowers that crop up in the spring- a sign of hope, and new beginnings. They can also represent cheerfulness, especially that of a young love."
"Sounds perfect." The other man said, reaching for his wallet. "How much will that cost me?"
Moe smiled and handed it to him. "First one's on the house."
"Sir-"
"I didn't like how that one looked in that arrangement anyways." Moe said. "Besides, I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you, if that girl knows what's good for her."
But the guest still didn't put his wallet away.
"I can't give this to her for nothing." He said. "This one didn't even cost me the effort of bending down to pick it. Diminishing the value of the gift cheapens the value of the recipient."
His fancy words were compelling, as well as noble, and he could already tell he was going to get along great with this soon-to-be regular customer.
"I'll tell you what," Moe said, "I'll charge you for an assorted dozen today, and then we'll be squared away for the next eleven you come in for."
The stranger smiled. "Sounds like a deal."
Violets
August took a second to stop and smell the crocus before entering the library. Belle sat at her computer again, seemingly having a better day than yesterday. She definitely didn't look as frazzled, to say that much.
And as August got closer, he noticed the daisy still sat in the bottle by her computer.
August hid the new flower behind his back, then approached her desk.
"Good morning, August." Belle said.
"Morning, Belle." August handed her the flower. "Brought a friend for the daisy."
Her face brightened up in a way he wished he could find words to describe.
"Thank you." She arranged it next to the daisy in the bottle. "Really brightens up the place."
"You have no idea." August thought, trying to capture her smile in a word in his mind, but finding himself unable to come up with a single combination of words that did it justice.
"You're welcome." August said.
He found himself staring at her a moment longer as she turned to her computer, but when she turned back to him, he pretended to be reading a poster on the wall, then nodded at it and walked away to get back to work on his latest novel.
But before he disappeared down the hallway, he glanced back at Belle, who was smiling at the flowers in the water bottle. August was suddenly even more thankful he'd paid ahead for the whole dozen from the florist that morning, because he couldn't wait to see eleven more of those priceless smiles from her.
In fact, he would've wished he bought a hundred more dozens of flowers for her, if it meant he'd get to see that smile a hundred dozen more times.
Bluebells
With every day that August brought in a new flower for her, Belle started feeling more and more appreciated by him- but she also grew all the more suspicious.
A daisy growing in a crack in the sidewalk? Sure, it happens all the time. A crocus? Those ones grew all over the place in Storybrooke, as did the violet he brought her the next day and the terragon he brought in the day after that. It was when August brought in a couple sprigs of sage, followed by a delicate pink lotus that Belle realized what was going on. Either August had stolen them from unsuspecting gardens- which, despite her father's ungrounded suspicions, was highly unlikely- or he had bought them from a local florist- possibly even from her father's own shop.
But that really was the puzzle. Her father couldn't stand the mention of August's name, let alone the thought of his presence. Certainly, he wouldn't entertain any scheme like this- whether August's intentions were to win her affections or to just be a good friend to her- unless he wasn't aware she was the girl August was buying flowers for- or perhaps he didn't know this was August, least of all the same August he'd been so adamantly opposed to.
Belle didn't have time to ponder much more on her hunch, because who should enter at that moment other than her favorite visitor.
"Good morning, Belle." August said, hands behind his back.
"Good morning, August." Belle smiled. She could tell there was some air between them, some mutual feeling, a feeling that not only did she know he was going to give her a flower today, but also that he knew she knew he had a flower for her today.
He pulled a plucked bluebell stalk out from behind his back and handed it to her.
"For me?" Belle asked, half jokingly, "what a surprise."
With a smug smile, he replied with "You're welcome."
She took the flower from him and smelled it, then tried to place it in her now very full water bottle.
"Looks like I'm running out of room here," Belle said, "not that that's necessarily a bad problem to have."
"These bluebells are best kept underwater anyways, or so I hear." August said.
"Oh?" Belle smiled. "And why's that?"
"If the bluebells were really underwater," August said, "they might begin to compare with the blueness of your eyes."
Belle blushed a little, not just because of his compliment, but because she recognized "bluebells underwater" as an obscure literary allusion.
"So I take it you're a fan of Burnett's less popularized works?" Belle asked.
August smiled in the charming way he often did when Belle said something smart, when he seemed impressed with her.
"'Hers were the colour of the sea," August quoted, "on a day when the sun shines on it, and there are large fleece-white clouds floating in the blue above."
"They sparkled." Belle finished the quote, "and were often like bluebells underwater."
August's own bluebells-under-water eyes sparkled at hers.
"It's rare that I've met someone who's even heard of The Shuttle." Belle said.
"Had to read it for school." August said, still not looking away from her, "But I've been thinking about that phrase a lot recently."
"Yeah." Belle found herself entangled in his gaze, "I've always loved that description."
"I like it a lot more, as of recent." August said.
Belle nodded. "Me too."
Having been temporarily lost in whatever had just happened, Belle quickly shook herself back to reality.
"I'd better get back to this indexing." Belle said, placing her hand on a pile of books.
"Need any help?" August asked.
"No, I think I got it." Belle said. "I can't have you doing all my work for me."
"Well, I'm around if you need me." August said.
"I know where to find you." Belle said.
"Always." August walked away to his regular back room, and Belle looked at her almost overflowing bottle of flowers, wondering if her suspicions of where he got them from could be true, if her father really could've sponsored that moment between herself and the man he claimed so ardently to despise.
Tulips
After the bluebell had come a dahlia for beauty and dignity, followed by a hydrangea, which represented gratitude at being understood, and then a purple lily for admiration and a zinnia for his daily remembrance of her. Yesterday August had given her a yellow tulip, which Moe had told him meant "there is sunshine in your smile," and August was excited to see what Moe had come up with for today. He was always so helpful in picking just the right next flower, almost like he was as excited about and invested in this as August was.
It made sense though- to work in a flower shop, you probably have to be at least a little bit of a matchmaker, if not a busybody. Flower shops were at the heart of so many stories- of falling in love, of slowing the fall out of it, of anniversaries, and funerals, and weddings. No one had ever walked into a flower store for casual reasons- not even August when he'd first purchased that crocus almost two weeks ago. If this relationship did work out, he'd have Moe the Flower Shop Guy to thank for it.
August smiled as he walked into the flower shop, the mixed floral scents in the air almost familiar by now. Though he never stayed long, it had become routine for him to stop in and pick up each day's flower, and it was starting to feel all the more regular to him.
"Ah, there's my favorite customer." Moe called from behind the counter.
"I must be doing something right," August said, "if I can come in here ten days straight without buying anything and still be your favorite."
"Familiarity makes the heart grow fonder." Moe said.
August squinted, then corrected, "That's distance. Familiarity breeds contempt."
Moe squinted, clearly a bit confused, but then broke into a laugh.
"What've you got for me today?" August asked.
"For your twelfth flower- thirteenth if you count the daisy-" Moe pulled a red flower out from behind the counter, "a carnation."
"Magnificent." August said, as he took the flower. "It's beautiful; she'll love it."
"I take it she'd love it if it weren't beautiful too." Moe said.
"Why?"
"Because it comes from you." He said. "From the heart."
"I don't know if she cares that much," August said, "they're just flowers."
"That's the funny thing about flowers," Moe said, "If that girl had seen the daisy on the sidewalk, she wouldn't have cared about it. But you cared enough to give it to her, and what happened?"
August smiled. "It's wilting in the same jar as the rest of them."
"The gift doesn't matter as much as the gifter." Moe said. "That's where the value comes from."
Just the idea that Belle didn't just like his flowers because they were flowers- but because he was the one who gave them to her- warmed his heart. August almost laughed as he thought about how much he'd treasure it if Belle picked a daisy and gave it to him too. He'd want that gift to last forever, and though he didn't know how Belle really felt, he had a feeling she felt the same about his flowers.
And as August said goodbye and left the flower shop, he started thinking about what flowers to get her tomorrow.
Carnations
Moe was beginning to wonder if his new friend would stop by the flower shop today. He'd picked up his last flower of the dozen yesterday, and was later than usual this morning.
But he'd come in every day up until then, dedicated and committed to getting a new flower for this girl every day. Moe didn't have time to wonder about every one of his customers or every one of their recipients, but he'd taken a shine to this one in particular.
"If only my daughter could find someone like him!" Moe thought. He hadn't seen Belle since she'd dropped off his book, but he was sure right now that that obnoxious freeloading August whom she spoke so highly of was trying to weasel his way closer and closer to her.
But Moe smiled when he saw his favorite customer walk in anyways.
"Wasn't sure I'd see you back today, friend!" he told the young man.
"Came to pick up another dozen." He shrugged with a smile.
"Another daily assorted pick?" Moe asked.
"Not quite." August said. "A dozen roses- red ones, if you've got them. I'm gonna ask her out for a date tonight."
"That's wonderful, my boy!" Moe wasn't just happy about the expensive bouquet he was about to sell, but was excited for this customer, feeling an almost fatherly pride towards him.
"Yeah," the customer scratched the back of his neck, "I don't know if she'll say yes, but there's always hope."
"Atta boy," Moe said, "and if she doesn't, I could always set you up with my daughter."
The younger man laughed. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't think she could hold a candle to my girl."
"I'd doubt that." Moe smiled. "My daughter is the most intelligent, selfless, and beautiful young lady alive."
The customer shrugged, "I'll have to agree to disagree on that one."
As offended as Moe's fatherly pride could've been, he understood the euphoria of blossoming love that this man must be feeling- it almost reminded him of himself, of how he felt when he first met his now-late wife, and the other man's remark was endearing.
"Well then," Moe said, "I'll ring up those roses for you- on one condition."
"What's that?"
"Stop by on your way out tonight, if you can," Moe said, "I'd love to meet this girl of yours."
"You got it," He said. "I'm sure she'd love to meet you as well."
Roses
August crossed the street to the library, holding the bouquet behind his back. Maybe it was too much, maybe it was too soon, but maybe he couldn't stand falling in love with her for another moment, not without knowing if she felt the same way.
He walked into the library and tried to act normal.
"Good morning, August." Belle smiled.
"Morning, Belle." August said. He leaned on her desk, because, quite frankly, he almost felt too nervous to stand upright.
"I take it you've got another flower today?" Belle asked.
"Close, but not quite." August took a deep breath. He pulled the bouquet of roses from behind his back as he asked, "Would you like to go out tonight?"
Belle looked at the roses with a shocked expression, which almost made August wonder if he shouldn't've even considered this in the first place.
"Oh, August," Belle bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back a smile. "I'd love to."
"Great," he handed her the bouquet.
Now that she'd said yes to his invitation, he expected his heart to start beating at a regular rate again, instead of this rush he'd been feeling since he laid eyes on her that morning. But even then he couldn't shake that feeling, not while she got up and took the flowers from him, her hands grazing against his, her eyes getting lost in his.
August reasoned that she didn't need both hands to take the roses from him, and as her hand brushed past his, his pursued hers. He wrapped his fingers around her hand and felt her fingers cling to his thumb.
She gently laid the roses on her desk, and, without breaking the eye contact they were locked in, took his other hand in hers.
And so they both stood there for more than a moment, holding both of each others' hands across the desk. August wasn't sure if he wanted to thank her or lean forward and kiss her, or maybe some combination of the two. But instead, for a moment, he just stared into her eyes, hoping he could communicate with a look what he'd never been able to put into words.
Only after that moment did he lean forward and kiss her cheek, the only thing more wonderful than the feeling of her face under his lips being her flustered smile in response to it.
"I'll pick you up here at seven?" August confirmed.
"Sounds perfect." Belle nodded.
August squeezed Belle's hands before he let them go, then left the library, walking backwards so he wouldn't have to take his eyes off her until he was out the door.
But as soon as he was outside, he pumped his fist in excitement and let an unrestrainably whispered "Yes!" slip out of his mouth.
Lilies
Belle had closed the library a little early that night to get ready for her date, and now sat at a chair in front of her mirror, giving her makeup its finishing touches. She glanced down at the vase of roses she'd put on her dresser.
She was almost sure August had bought them from her father's shop- the arrangement had his personal touch written all over them, as did the cellophane August had given them to her wrapped in.
Her father must not have known that his newest regular customer was her favorite regular visitor from the library- otherwise she would've been sent quite a few disgruntled text messages from her dad about it.
She almost considered asking August or her father if either of them knew, but at the same time, she appreciated the poetry of the whole ordeal. Perhaps, in his attempts to further woo Belle, he'd taken great strides in winning over her father as well.
And besides, it would be exciting to see how this story played out. How long would it take August to realize that he'd bought two dozen flowers from her father? How long until her father realized August had already begun to work his charm on him? How long until she inevitably spilled the beans- and there were so many ways she could do it too!
Belle smiled a smile so wide she was almost laughing as she looked in the mirror. She'd been told she was beautiful all her life, but it was moments like these where she truly believed it- moments where she felt almost loved by someone she almost loved in return.
She wasn't going to kid herself into saying she didn't have feelings for August, or that these feelings might be the early stages of falling in love again, but she reminded herself to fall slowly, not to give her whole heart to someone until she was sure he was ready to protect it.
She heard the motorcycle outside and checked her watch- six minutes to seven- and looked out her window to see August on his motorcycle, holding his helmet under his arm. She leaned out the window and waved to him, and he looked up and waved at her as well. She grabbed her jacket and her purse and was out the door faster than you can say "young love."
"You look great tonight." August said, holding out a helmet to her.
"So do you," Belle said, taking the helmet, "but that's nothing new."
He smiled and let out a sheepish "thanks" as they put on their motorcycle helmets and she got on the bike behind him.
She wrapped her arms around him, and he looked back at her over his shoulder, then started the motorbike. She'd taken a ride from him once or twice, but this time was definitely more exciting.
They stopped much sooner than Belle expected- right outside the Game of Thorns. August took off his helmet and got off the motorcycle, and helped Belle do the same.
"What are we doing here?" Belle asked.
"I've picked out two dozen flowers for you," August said, still holding her hand, "it's your turn to pick one."
"Alright." Belle hadn't expected her dad to find out about August yet, but it was probably for the better.
"Besides," August said, "the guy who runs this store was impressed that I got flowers for a dozen days, and wanted proof that whoever I was buying them for was worth it."
Boy, would this show him!
Belle followed August inside, holding onto his arm and trying to keep a straight face as he introduced her to her father.
"Moe, I'd like you to meet my date." August said.
"Ah, there's my best…" Her dad turned around to see them, and Belle laughed watching his excitement shift into confusion with a shade of disapproval, "Belle?"
She saw out of the corner of her eye that August was trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, as she stepped forward and gave him a hint.
"Hi, dad." She smiled at her father.
"Dad?" August asked her.
Belle turned back to him, trying to act natural. "Oh yeah. I didn't tell you my dad works here, August?"
"August?" Her dad asked, disapproval shifting into disappointment.
Belle almost wished she'd brought popcorn, though, because as scared as she was of her father's disapproval of August, this was the most entertaining thing she'd seen in a long time.
Edelweiss
August had planned out every detail for that night. He made sure he had cash on hand in case of an emergency. He'd put gas in the bike, he'd brought an extra helmet, even brought a favorite poetry book with him, just in case. He'd accounted for everything- except the florist being Belle's dad- how was he supposed to plan on something like that anyways?
From what he knew from his interactions with Moe, he was a generally agreeable man, seeming to be good natured and thoughtful- though perhaps that was just because August was his customer.
From what he knew based on Belle's descriptions of her dad, he could be disagreeable, sometimes set in his ways, and hard to please- and judging by the frown spread across his face as he walked over, he didn't seem too pleased today.
"So you're the 'August' I've heard so much about." Moe said. "The freeloader with the motorcycle and the leather jackets."
As flattered as he was that Belle evidently had been talking about him a lot, August wished that she could've shared at least something better about him. He stood as tall as he could and gulped back his nerves.
"Yes, sir." August said.
"And what's this about anyways?" Moe cut him off. "Did you think you could win me over with pleasantries while trying to woo my daughter behind my back?"
"What? I can assure you, I had no idea Belle was your daughter. I suppose I should've, though," August took a look at Belle, who almost looked a bit worried now, and held his hand out to her, "when you told me your daughter was the smartest, most selfless, most beautiful young lady I'd ever lay my eyes on."
He took comfort in the reassurance he saw in Belle's eyes as she held his hand in both of hers, then turned back to her father.
"Is that so?" He asked.
"Sir, if I had known you were Belle's father, I wouldn't've just bought your flowers- I'd've asked for your blessing as well."
"My blessing?" Moe asked.
"Of course," August said, "I know we don't need your permission, and we don't know where this is going- but just to know that you approve of me, that if this relationship continues it won't drive a wedge between you two-" he glanced back at Belle, then looked back at her father, "that would mean more to me than you know."
Moe looked at him sternly, quiet for longer than anyone would've felt comfortable in. August mustered up all the courage he had to look him in the eyes and swallow the lump in his throat. Moe reached out his hand, and almost looked like he was about to punch him in the gut- but instead this was a handshake.
August shook his hand, firmly, trying to make the best second first impression he could.
"Be true," Moe smiled, "and I'm sure my daughter couldn't be in better hands."
"Thank you, sir," August said, almost surprised but definitely relieved her father had approved, "and I promise you, I will be."
"You'd better." Moe said, and he turned back to his work, but noticed August and Belle hadn't left.
"What're you still standing around here for?" Moe asked.
"After you and I picked out two dozen flowers for Belle," August said, "I told her it's her turn to pick one out, if that's alright."
"Be my guest." Moe said.
"Do you have any sweetpeas in stock?" Belle asked.
Moe smiled, "I thought you might ask for that." He pulled one out of a nearby bouquet. "This one's on the house."
"Sir," August said, "with all due respect, we've talked about this."
"Alright," Moe said, as he walked over to the cash register. August handed him a five dollar bill, and Moe gave him back his change, but more than the price listed implied.
August double counted the money in his hand, then double checked the sign behind him, then looked back at Moe.
"I think you gave me too much change." August said.
"Not at all." Moe said, and in his next phrase he dispelled any doubt August had about where he now stood in Belle's father's eyes.
"From now on, you get the family discount."
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Leave mimi alone. If you could get over your jealousy for one second you would see would a sweet person she is. I follow her because she doesn't look for fights unlike blogs like yours. Yet there are fights on her blog cause of people who don't have anything better to do like you.
so it’s been a while and i finally worked up any sort of courage to address all of this and i will do it under this one ask because out of all the ones mimi’s “fans” sent me, this one was the most civil
i’m still shocked that i got so many people attacking me over rightfully calling mimi out, and ofc there is no jealousy involved, i guess i just don’t understand why she is the blog that anyone would want defend, like let me summarize
she only gets notes because she is fast with her updates, why is she fast? she just takes updates from twitter and twitter translators a lot of the time without crediting and without any factchecking herself
she spreads unverified information and rumours because of it and got into trouble because of it more than once
she posts sasaeng information and photos taken outside of official schedules in the boys’ private time despite being criticized for it (like the jikook vacation)
she also still has the fact that she “stalks” the boys in her bio, even though i know for a fact people told her many times it’s inappropriate in the context of the fan culture in korea
she is very ignorant about mental illness (the post where she claims that jimin suffers from depression and was saved from it by jin as a fact is still up btw), the entertainment business in korea, colorism and racism (she thinks “reverse racism” is an actual thing lol) and she spreads her harmful opinions by writing essays about it to her large following
what bothers me personally a lot as a gay person, she is one of those obnoxious delusional shippers and normalizes that behaviour to her followers and also fetishizes gay men to a really ugly extent (i’m not talking here about normal shipping BTW I SHIP LOWKEY TOO, it’s about boundaries though, i’m talking about writing conspiracy theories and fetishizing, FETISHIZING, treating sexuality as a joke and treating it like a commodity, direct quote from one of her very “funny” posts: “BTS is gay ! Shippers : Of course. Why would I stan straight boys ? Who does that ?”)
(and yes as someone said in the tags, apparently she also did make racial jokes and jokes about north korea etc, but i haven’t seen those myself, only saw people mention it second hand so since i don’t have receipts i wasn’t going to include it initially)
and that is all before the jonghyun issue, which i feel like is kind of a culmination of a lot of what i dislike about her blog
she didn’t wait for an official confirmation from SM and immediately started posting about his death, all actual fanbases of jonghyun and shinee waited until after the confirmation to actually post about it, because can you imagine if it wasn’t true (no matter how real it may seem?), just like other actual bts fanbases most of these serious blogs wait for official confirmations for anything, unlike mimi who just jumps on any opportunity for notes and for her to be the news bearer. you could see people asking her to wait until the confirmation in the notes of her first posts, BUT SHE DIDN’T LISTEN, instead she let her posts spread and only added confirmation much later when it came out (which is what she does in general, spreads rumours / unconfirmed info, then when confirmation or denial comes out she edits the post and apologizes in some extremely lowkey way, despite her getting the heat for it she keeps repeating the same pattern)
her posts were made from the point of view of a bts fan instead of a human being, she was extremely tribal by saying things like that “as a bts fan, as an army” i offer my hand to shawol etc, “jonghyun took care of bts”
then she made her post about saying how we should be grateful the boys are under BigHit and not SM, because bighit supports the boys in expressing themselves about mental illness and provides help for them, blaming the company and the entertainment business for jonghyun’s death, showing her complete ignorance, not only do we not know what bighit is actually like behind the scenes (do people not remember the scandal where one of the managers hit jungkook on camera?), but the issue is that this didn’t apply to sm anyway… because…jonghyun was very outspoken about his issues with mental illness, so were other sm artists like taeyeon or leeteuk, there was/is even a support group for idols under sm that these guys as well as others like onew or yoona were a part of
and depression isn’t that simple, jonghyun had friends and outlets, but if anyone has ever been depressed or suicidal, then you as i would understand that sometimes that doesn’t matter, depression is a serious illness and the illness just won in this case, this is an opportunity to spread awareness about the illness, to urge people to seek treatment as well (jonghyun sought it himself) not try to analyze and pin it on any company or any circumstance
yet mimi linked jonghyun’s death to being oppressed by his company, by having to hold things on the inside, as if he didn’t talk about it candidly and didn’t express himself in his music
what i also found distasteful but i also can’t prove anything and people grieve differently, i still raised my eyebrows because when she lashed out at people who got rightfully angry for her for using this opportunity for notes and to make it about bts and bighit, she revealed that she was upset and cried because she thought about how it could’ve been “one of her idols” that this happened to and that she didn’t even know shinee that well… she was very coherent up until that point, but when people called her out she started to cry and be very emotional and started to talk about how she had liked shinee since debut and jonghyun was her favourite (so she has been following them for like 10 years? that is longer than i have been into kpop and i am OLD and have liked shinee since 2009.. so she’s been a fan that long and doesn’t even know the basics of what jjong was like and what he dealt with?) and then went onto analyze his lyrics and talk about how she should’ve known, and her blog transformed into other people consoling her despite her being the person that upset so many people with what she had done… that stuff doesn’t add up for me, but that is just speculation since grief is different for everyone etc, it’s just something i personally can’t buy considering how she behaves online a lot of the time
she said she was sorry without actually acknowledging what she did wrong and after people defended her vehemently she actually changed her tune and started to say things like how it was a misunderstanding and even asked her followers to approach any people who were still “misunderstanding” and let them know, which,,, what even? i suppose i’m party this to thank for all the people that told me i was an ugly/jealous loser that should delete and/or die
and despite her being like this, despite her never learning from her mistakes, people still keep defending her and attacking people that call her out, and why?
i would agree if it were one mistake, everyone always says.. let’s educate her instead of attacking her, let her learn from her mistakes, that’s what life is all about, right? i agree, people grow from their mistakes
but.. SHE NEVER LEARNS! she keeps repeating the same things, no matter how many times she gets in trouble, and you guys keep enabling her, i think it’s this culture of fans stanning other fans that creates toxic behaviour like this, why would she change? why would she learn? why would she start and mature, why? when she has so many people telling her that it’s okay, that she is right and everybody else is wrong everytime she messes up? i think people that send me those messages are complicit really
i just wonder, what will she have to do for you guys to see that she isn’t someone worth sticking up to to this extent, because due to this environment, she won’t learn?
is she the hill you guys want to die on?
i often see people saying that she does a lot for the fandom, but? she doesn’t actually do anything special, she basically takes from others and profits from them, if you follow actual update blogs that do their homework, like allforbts, ktaebwi, sweaterpawsjimin, or vlissful on twitter, you will see the difference right away.. those are the people that do work for the fandom, she redistributes and doesn’t even thank those that did the work, there are people that spend dozens of hours translating and researching, books worth of content, people that paid for japanese tv subcriptions so they can record those shows for you, those are the people that do a lot, reposting tweets, anyone can do that (and a lot of people do, which is fine as long as due credit is given, what i’m saying is… it isn’t special and doesn’t require any effort at all, so why worship someone for like… doing the bare minimum? and sometimes not even that?)
why would you guys go to such an extent to then attack people that called her out, and rightfully, you guys would tell me a person with depression and an actual fan of jonghyun, that “if you care about jonghyun so much why don’t you join him”
over mimi? over someone who acts like all that i described? is that worth it… i don’t understand this cult-like mentality, even if she were an actual angel that did save the fandom, what in the world would make this okay?
i now have anxiety every time i try to get on tumblr and will have to work to overcome it because you people told me to die over calling HER out while going to her and telling her how everyone else sucks and she is a lovely angel…
and why she doesn’t pick fights? i talked to her in the past and let me tell you… she is stubborn and won’t change her mind and when she sees she can’t out-argue and manipulate the person SHE BLOCKS THEM and doesn’t let them express their views on her blog, no she only lets views that paint her as a victim there, she doesn’t let her followers see any validand CONSTRUCTIVE criticism
that’s why she seems like she is above it, like she is only nice and the angel and people like me are scum for ever saying anything, she is very smart about that aspect of things. but she isn’t above criticism (and neither am i), she is a human being like me or you :/.
i’m not telling you to hate her or attack her, don’t please.., i’m just asking you to see her for what she is, someone who is notes and attention hungry, someone who refuses to learn from her mistakes and someone who actually flaunts her ignorance, please give your time and attention and thankfulness to people in the fandom that aren’t like that :( and mostly, don’t go around telling people that call her (or anyone) out to die like.. please?
if she wanted to defend herself she could always talk to me, or anyone, or address it in a constructive manner, instead of relying on her followers to do that for her while publishing dozens asks on her blog that praise her and tell her how everybody else is wrong
she isn’t a celebrity, she can speak for herself
the fact that she chooses to deal with things the way she does says it all, right?
just…please reconsider stanning other fans, it creates all this toxicity, nothing good comes out of it, that is mostly what i wanted to say
and she specifically isn’t worth all the hurt
thanks
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