#so i pretended the storms were only in game and then i was fine

[lonesome-pear]

So I saw a video about the epic of Gilgamesh, saying that it contains the phrase in those distant days. Well, I thought that could be a good theme for a poem so I decided to write one. I turned on some Minecraft music (not sure why but it ended up working out) and got writing. It ended up being about missing the past. I kind of wanted to share it so here it is

In those days, those distant days

I would sit there for hours, placing things in new ways

Stuck in a creative haze, in those distant days

In those distant days, I would be with friends

People I loved, people I no longer know

Sitting in the basement, by a warm fire glow

In those distant days, I would find a new thing

Something that was little, but also somehow big

A planet of sorts, where it seemed like I had wings

Flying through the memories of those distant days

In those distant days, I had childlike wonder

Before all I knew was torn asunder

Little me, scared of thunder, was comforted in the moments of those distant days

How I miss those distant days, where there was joy and whimsy

A time where memories made were of good quality

But I cant go back to those distant days

I must relive them in different ways

Find whimsy with new people, in new places

Find joy in new games, with new faces

But I will enjoy this days now

The present can be pleasant anyhow

But even when it's not, I keep going somehow

Those distant days are far away

But I carry on, I find a way

Because I might be looking towards them, those distant days

[repulsiveliquidation]

Did I Cross The Line? || Alexia Putellas

warnings : angst. i am not entirely happy with it but if I kept editing, it would only become worse lol. Loosely inspired by the meaning of ‘Wildflower’ by Billie Eilish.

summary : There were two people to love. Alexia could only have one.

You started off as best friends. Two peas in a pod. One never without the other. You and Alexia were never seen apart from each other. Her mother was like your mother, and vice versa. Both families were like one big one all because Alexia decided she wanted to be friends with you at 4 years old and she kicked a football at you in kindergarten. 

You cried, of course, and she got so scared when the teacher scolded her and called her mother to school for it. She sheepishly apologized and when you accepted it, she kissed your cheek where the ball smacked you. 

“Mami always kisses my booboos so they feel better faster!” 

“Really? My mami does too…” 

A football to the face was the price you paid for a girl whom you would give your life for. 

That was until Jenni came along. 

Alexia looked at her differently. It was new. She’d never been this happy in a relationship before and you could not have been happier for your best friend. 

Alexia was someone who loved her friends. She wasn’t shy to show her affection and to boldly display her feelings. You were more reserved and outwardly didn’t like it when she was being touchy. 

Deep down though, her touch brought calm to your storm. You were always anxious before games and Alexia knew this; she made sure to stand beside you and hold your hand to squeeze three times before you left the tunnel. 

Today, Alexia stood beside you in the tunnel, chatting away to Jenni who was only half listening. Your hands shook with adrenaline and fear, palms itching to reach for Alexia’s hand to calm you down. 

The kind of friend she was to you showed itself in times like these. She could feel the fear radiating off you and without even looking back at you, her hand reaches for yours and you feel your body relax and react to the heat from her palm. 

“You okay? You look pale,” she whispers, looking concerned at you. You look up at her slightly taller figure and nod, gripping her hand tighter. 

“Fine, just nervous for the big game,” you lie, hoping she didn’t see the slight bit of jealousy that creeped into your head. 

“You’ll be fine, hermana, we’ll win this.” 

You nod again, feeling sweat on your brow. She squeezes your hand three times and faces forwards, walking out while you follow. The game went smoothly and you sailed to a 3-0 win easy peasy. 

At training a few days later, you arrive at the changing room a little energized only to be met with screaming. 

You stood at the door and listened carefully, not wanting to interrupt anyone when you recognized the voice yelling her head off. 

Alexia was yelling. 

“She’s my best fucking friend, how could you make me choose?!” 

“Well, she’s all you talk about! If I wanted to know her, I would have wanted to date her instead of you!” 

“You’re not good enough for her!” 

“I’m not good enough?” Jenni laughs, “You’re the one who got rejected when told her I love you while piss fucking drunk! May I add that we were already dating at that point; I knew you loved her and not me!”

”How dare you?!” 

You hear bags being zipped and boots clamoring all over the changing room. Alexia storms out of the room and you back away from the door just in time. She doesn’t even see you standing there pretending you didn’t hear them, seeing Jenni try to run after. She, unlike Alexia, notices you standing there looking like a deer in headlights. 

“Speak of the devil,” Jenni quips mockingly, “you were listening weren’t you?” 

“You didn’t make it hard not to,” you say as you roll your eyes, pushing past Jenni to put your kit bag in your cubby and run after Alexia. 

“Ale!” You call, running through the stadium looking for your best friend. She’s sobbing in her car, crying more when you knock on the passenger window gently. The doors unlock and you quietly climb in. 

“You heard.” 

“I didn’t get there in time to hear all of it, no.”  

“Jenni’s leaving,” Alexia takes a deep breath to stop herself from crying before she continues, “and she’s asked me to come with her.” 

“Why did you say no?” 

The tears start to flow again and she cries harder, now unable to catch her breath. She grabs the steering wheel and still can’t breathe so you take her hands in yours and hope she calms like you do. 

Her panic attack exhausts her and she’s in no condition to drive. A quick text to the group chat and you’ve got both your bags in her car and are on the way to her house. She’s passed out in the passenger seat and snoring a little, still holding your hand in the center console. 

Your hand holding hers feels familiar and comfortable. You’re sure she’s passed out and can’t really feel anything but unbeknownst to you, she was quite aware of her surroundings and knew she was close to home. 

Close to you. 

You really don’t want to wake her but you’ve pulled into her driveway and can hear dogs barking so you tap on her shoulder gently. You’re tempted to kiss the back of her hand but you refrain from it, feeling the restraint tug at your heart. 

She rouses and smiles softly at you, eyes puffy and nose red. She shuffles into the house with you right behind her. 

You make yourself at home, brewing two cups of tea. It fills the house with a lovely smell of jasmine, which eases your anxiety. She takes a mug from you, eyes filling with fresh tears. Her body shakes with fear, brain in overdrive. 

She was always open with you. But this time, her lips stayed sealed. It broke your heart. 

“Alexia, talk to me,” you whisper, eyes searching for hers. She doesn’t look at you, teary eyes instead glued to the floor. 

She sips the tea and it burns her tongue, the sudden rush of pain makes the tears she was fighting with win. They stain her cheeks and reveal her true feelings. 

She loved you. 

And she has for longer than she cares to admit. 

Dating Jenni was just an attempt at denying her feelings. She loved you. But she loved Jenni too. 

It was like she was having an out of body experience. She was sitting right in front of you and she had never seen like you she did right this second. But she knew now that she did in fact see you this way. 

She looked at you differently from Jenni. She took care of you differently from Jenni. She saw you differently from Jenni. She may have loved both of you, but there was a clear difference. 

She did those things differently because she loved you differently. 

She didn’t know you felt the same. You loved Alexia too. Boy did your heart break when they first got together. You wanted to break things she got you. You couldn’t wear her clothes you had in your closet anymore. You pulled away when all you wanted to do was crawl into her skin. 

You had to lie that day at the bar. You had to break her heart. She loved someone else didn’t she? You couldn’t let her be hung up on someone like you when she had someone like Jenni begging for her attention. 

She was La Reina. Two time Ballon d’Or winner. Queen of FC Barcelona. 

You were just…you. 

“I love you!” Alexia yells; fresh hot tears stream down her face. She looked like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. There was a clear release of tension in the room and it was magical.

When her lips touched yours, there were feelings shared that could be left unsaid. Feelings only the two of you needed to know. She loved Jenni, and there was a conversation to be had tomorrow but for today, she had all that she needed to make it through the night. And quite possibly the rest of her life. 

Alexia pulled you into her lap, hands resting on your waist in a deathly grip, clearly afraid you’d just disappear into thin air. 

“I love you too,” you whispered against her lips, feeling her perfect smile adorn her face again. 

As Alexia held you in her arms the rest of the night, you realized something. You were not just…you. 

You were the girl who took a ball to the face like a champ, though it left your cheek bruised for days, all because a 4 year old was too shy to say hello. 

You were the girl who fought a boy twice your size when he tackled Alexia dangerously. 

You were the girl who walked in and out of her house like it was your own. 

You were the girl so scared of walking out onto the pitch you needed your best friend to hold your hand. 

You were the girl Alexia, from the moment she laid her eyes on you at the kindergarten playground, wanted to be friends with her entire life. 

You were wanted, needed and cherished by your best friend. But there was more, so much more left for you to uncover. 

Was the next step in your relationship a line you wanted to cross? 

“Alexia?” you asked, looking back at her. She was smiling and you felt your heart melt. But you remained steadfast. 

“Sí?”

“What are you going to say to Jenni?” 

Alexia’s smile dropped, her arms around you slacked and her face turned into fear. 

What was she going to say to Jenni? She was going to break her heart for sure but what would be the right words? Were there the right words to tell your girlfriend you loved someone else and you were only with her because you were in denial? 

The night dragged on that day, on one hand you were over the moon to have Alexia to yourself but you felt bad for Jenni who was also a close friend, knowing she was in for a day she would want over as fast as possible tomorrow. 

“Jenni, just listen to me, please!” 

“There’s nothing to listen to, you’re in love with her and not me. Moving away was a good idea, that way I won’t be a constant reminder of a barrier in your relationship,” Jenni says calmly, standing right in front of the door outside the changing room. She turns, a pained smile on her face. 

“You two deserve each other. Please don’t break her heart like you did mine.” 

Alexia asked you to wait outside and you did, trying your best not to eavesdrop like before. Jenni walks out and you can see how hard she’s trying not to cry. She sees you and sits beside you, an awkward silence in the air. There was a war going on inside you, one that made your anxiety skyrocket. You were shaking, sweat building up on your brow. You tried to hold your own hand to no avail. It was nothing like Alexia’s palm in yours. 

Jenni takes your sweaty palm and rubs the back with her other. 

“Please don’t feel like this is your fault,” she starts, looking at your hand in hers. “We were having problems from the start. She has always loved you in a way that was reserved only for you.” 

You look at her and tears of your own begin to prickle. You felt bad for her; you should be comforting her since she was the one affected by all this and yet here she was comforting you. 

“Jenni…” 

“No, please. She loved me,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “but she loved you more. More than anything in this world. She told me she was terrified of losing you when we got together. She was always your girl. She was never mine to love.” 

Jenni stands, leaving your hand in your lap and using hers to wipe her tears. 

“She always wished I was you," Jenni says, taking a deep breath, "now she’s got her wish. I just hope she doesn't regret it.”

[azzifudd]

i don't wanna see you with anyone but me

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: Azzi gets nervous before games. She always has. No matter how low or high the stakes, whether it’s a regular season game against a team clearly a cut below her own or the state championships, the moment she sets foot on the court, her palms break out into a sweat and her stomach churns with nerves.

Today though, she’s not nervous at all. She’s pissed.

rated: teen

3.0k words

disclaimer: as always, this is fictional

[AO3 Link]

Azzi gets nervous before games. She always has. No matter how low or high the stakes, whether it’s a regular season game against a team clearly a cut below her own or the state championships, the moment she sets foot on the court, her palms break out into a sweat and her stomach churns with nerves.

Today though, she’s not nervous at all. She’s pissed. It’s already been a bad morning. Early morning games are always tough on the team, and they’d gotten to the hotel late last night because of an expected traffic jam, leading to even less sleep.

And now, instead of helping her warm up and hyping her up like she normally is, Paige is at the opposite end of the court giggling with some girl on the other team.

They only have a few weeks left together before Paige has to go home, and instead of being with Azzi, she’s off flirting with someone else.

Azzi takes another shot, grunting when it bounces off the rim. The ref finally blows his whistle, signaling the teams to line up for tip off. Paige starts to walk back toward their side of the court, but not before that girl says goodbye with a hand pressed to Paige’s arm.

Azzi’s petty enough that she pretends she doesn’t see Paige’s offered high five before she runs onto the court.

Azzi plays like a woman possessed. By the time the final buzzer sounds, they’re up 25 points after her efficient 33.

“Okay, killa!” When Paige bounds up to her, bumping into her with her chest and trying to wrap her arms around her, she shrugs her off.

“Why don’t you go comfort your new friend?” Azzi heads to the bench to take a much needed drink of water. Paige trails close behind her.

“What are you talking about?”

“Her.” Azzi flicks her head in the girl’s direction. Azzi has to admit she’s pretty; with dark skin, dark hair, and big brown eyes. She’d probably enjoyed it a little too much when her crossover had landed the girl on her ass, but like she’s said, she’s petty.

“Why would I do that? I don’t even know her.” Paige looks dumbfounded.

“You seemed to know her well enough that you spent all of pregame talking to her instead of helping me warm up.” She tries to keep her voice low, knowing that their voices would echo easily in the gym no matter how loud the other games were.

“She said she was a fan! I was just being nice!” Paige crowds into her space, voice defensive.

“Oh, I’m sure you were.”

“Azzi, come on, you’re being crazy.”

Azzi sees red, elbowing Paige in the stomach, pushing her lanky body out of the way easily. “Get away from me.”

“Fine!” Paige throws up her hands. “Come find me when you’re done being crazy.”

The rest of the day drags as they have to take the long drive home together in the car with Azzi’s family. Her parents clearly want nothing to do with their drama, ignoring the two ticking time bombs in the backseat.

When they finally make it back to the house, Azzi storms inside, slamming her bedroom door behind her.

“So… what happened, big dawg?” Tim asks Paige as she helps him unload their bags from the car.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Paige huffs, frustrated.

“I didn’t say you did.” He replies, patient.

Paige hesitates, suddenly feeling awkward about talking about this with her what are they? her girl? her Azzi’s dad, but he stops her before she has to.

“You don’t have to tell me the details, but give her some time to cool down, and then just talk to her. You know how she can be, I mean both of you are stubborn as hell, but when has she ever stayed mad at you for long?

That’s true. It’s one of the things that Paige likes the most about Azzi, that no matter how annoying Paige is being, Azzi still wants her around.

When they’re done unpacking, Paige goes to find Azzi. She stops in the kitchen to grab some reinforcements. When she gets to Azzi’s door, she hesitates. She’s never had to knock before. But before she even needs to, it opens.

She and Azzi stare at each other for a moment before they’re both blurting out, “I’m sorry.”

Then they’re both giggling and Azzi pulls Paige into her room, shutting the door behind her.

“I brought this, in case you were still mad at me.” Paige holds up a cartoon of ice cream and a spoon.

“Only one spoon?”

“In case you were still mad at me,” Paige repeats. Azzi laughs and tugs Paige over to sit on the bed, where they take turns eating bites of the ice cream.

“I’m sorry I called you crazy.” Paige says, wincing as she remembers it. “I shoulda seen how upset you were.”

“And I’m sorry that I overreacted when I saw you talking to someone else.” Azzi twists her fingers together. “I just got so mad when I saw you talking to her. And I know how popular you are, and you deserve every bit of it, but…”

Paige just waits because she knows Azzi needs to talk it out herself, and that she just needs Paige to listen.

“I know it’s selfish, but part of me just wants to keep you to myself. Because as soon as everyone finds out about you, they’re gonna want you.” Azzi glances at Paige then, almost certain she’ll see a cocky grin on her face, but Paige just listens.

Paige gets it. Sometimes someone can just look at Azzi for a second too long and it makes her want to just take Azzi and hide her away. But she can’t, so she just reaches out to hold Azzi’s hand.

There are so many things she wishes she could say to Azzi, things that she can barely stand to consider because they scare the shit out of her.

So she just settles for saying the one thing she knows to be true.

“I’m yours.”

Paige watches Azzi blush, stunned and speechless.

“Can I kiss you now? Lowkey it was so hot how jealous you got.” Paige laughs when Azzi pushes her with a hand to her face.

But then that same hand is gripping at her collar and pulling her on top of Azzi and then there’s no more talking.

//

It’s a Friday night, and Paige is sober.

It’s not the most uncommon occurrence, not anymore. After her ACL, she has learned to be a bit more responsible, a bit more grown up. So when the girls had decided to go out that night, she volunteered to be DD.

And if that gives her a chance to watch over Azzi a little more closely she will take it. The younger girl has been acting off in the past weeks. On the outside, she doubts that anyone else has noticed, but she almost knows Azzi better than she knows herself.

It becomes even clearer that something’s wrong when Azzi returns over and over to the bar, taking way more shots than she usually does.

And now, a few hours into their night, she has disappeared. It’s a small bar, in a small town, so Paige isn’t too worried, but Azzi has never been one to wander off, and especially not on her own.

Paige pokes her head through the door to the back patio which consists of a few picnic tables, lit up with fairy lights. She almost heads back inside when she hears a familiar laugh from the far end of the patio.

When her eyes adjust to the light, she sees Azzi sitting on a table, a tall form looming over her.

“Azzi!” She barks out, strides long as she rushes forward. The figure steps back from her friend, and Paige vaguely recognizes her as one of the members of the girls volleyball team.

“What?!” Azzi fires back, stopping Paige in her tracks.

“What are you doing? Who is this?”

“I’m talking to a friend.” Paige fights the familiar twist in her stomach at the sight of Azzi’s hand on the other girl’s arm. “Is that okay with you? Or are you the only one allowed to flirt with every woman who throws themselves at you?”

Paige feels like she’s been punched in the gut. She sees a hint of regret on Azzi’s face before she turns her head away.

The stranger looks like she would rather be anywhere else, and Paige would be more embarrassed if she wasn’t so focused on Azzi.

“I’ll see you in class, Azzi?” When Azzi gives a jerky nod in response, the girl takes her leave, giving Paige a cold look as she goes.

Azzi’s eyes are glassy, her cheeks obviously flushed even under the dim lights. She takes a heaving breath, face turned away while she clearly fights tears, and Paige hates that she is the reason for her best friend’s pain.

“Az-” Her hands reach up to find their usual place at Azzi’s waist, but she freezes when Azzi flinches away from her. Her fists clench as she drops them at her side.

“Am I not enough?”

“What?” Paige chokes out. The thought is inconceivable. She reaches out again, grasping at where Azzi has wrapped her arms around herself.

Azzi still isn’t looking her in the eye.

“Azzi, come on.” Paige sighs in relief when Azzi allows her touch, hands warm against the skin exposed by her crop top.

Azzi’s eyes brim with tears. “Can we just forget I said anything?”

That’s when Paige knows something really might be wrong. Azzi is always the one pulling her out of her shell when she’s upset, and she wasn’t usually one to hide her own feelings.

“It’s just us. Me and you.” Paige brings one hand up to cup her jaw and brings their gazes together. “Talk to me. We promised that we’d always talk to each other.”

Azzi takes a deep, steadying breath. And then another.

“I know that we agreed when you came here that we’d pull back and keep it more casual.”

You wanted that! Paige wants to say, but she can’t deny that she took advantage of it, loved it at times even. She can’t deny that sometimes it was nice to be able to talk to, flirt with, and kiss girls who didn’t hold the power to crush her with one word.

But none of those girls ever made her feel even half of how Azzi did, like she could conquer the world if only Azzi was at her side, holding her hand.

“And I know that we decided last year that it was best for the team and for everyone if we just.. didn’t complicate things.”

She keeps it unspoken that it was never that simple, and that it had tested their relationship more than ever having each other so close, but being unable to really be together the way they both hoped the other wanted. And then the season had ended with that devastating loss, and neither of them had had the emotional capacity to deal with all of it.

And then her ACL had happened, and just when Paige had thought that she couldn’t be forced any lower, there was Azzi. Azzi, who had just shown up to hold her, and let her yell and cry, and not be okay, for once.

It still sucks, and there are days where she’s so desperate to play that she cries, but she’s not alone in it. She’ll never be alone again, not as long as she has Azzi. And she knows now, sure as anything, that Azzi is all she’ll ever want.

“I thought something had changed between us this summer, and I’ve been waiting for you to be ready, to tell me you were ready.”

Paige feels like this is a conversation she has been waiting to have for a very long time.

“Do you know what my first thought was the first time I saw you? ”

Azzi huffs in frustration. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you shoot a basketball for the first time, and thought, damn, I have to play with her, and then I did, and it was better than I even imagined it would be. Then I got to sit next to you on that plane, and got to really know you, and then I knew that I just wanted you in my life forever. So don’t ever think that you’re not enough. You’re all I’ve wanted since I was sixteen years old.”

Azzi’s eyes shimmer with tears, but the smile on her face is radiant. Paige tugs her even closer by the waist until Azzi hooks her arms around her shoulders.

“I wish I was as good with words as you are,” Azzi says, pressing their foreheads together. “I wish I could tell you what you mean to me.”

But Paige doesn’t need Azzi to say it. She can feel it in the way Azzi’s heart pounds against her chest where they are pressed together. She can see it in the way her lips tremble like they’re about to kiss for the first time.

And she can feel it in the way Azzi presses their lips together, like she never wants to stop, like breathing matters less than kissing her.

//

Paige is unzipping her luggage when her phone rings with a Facetime call from KK. She taps accept and as the screen fills with an image, she realizes it isn’t a normal call.

The angle is askew and the camera is out of focus showing a gym with a few figures in the distant background. Somehow KK must’ve accidentally called her. She hears KK’s voice loud and clear joking around with someone with an Australian accent. She smiles, happy that her little freshman is getting along with everyone at the Dawg Camp. She almost hangs up the call when the camera focuses itself and the figures in the background become clear.

They’re a bit far away, but Paige would recognize that form anywhere. Azzi stands at the opposite court putting up shots, though her feet stay planted on the ground. Her stroke is still smooth as butter though, and she’s so strong that the shots swish through the net even if she can’t get off the ground yet.

Someone’s under the net, someone tall with dirty blonde hair, rebounding for Azzi, and she says something, too quiet for Paige to hear from this far away, but she does hear Azzi’s responding laugh.

The sound, one of Paige’s favorite sounds, one that normally never fails to bring a smile to Paige’s face, instead sends an uncontrollable roll of unease through her gut.

She knows it’s irrational, to still get jealous when someone else makes Azzi smile. She’s never been more secure in their relationship than she is now, but apparently that jealous part of her is still alive as she squints down angrily at her phone, watching fucking Kate Martin?! standing way too close to her girl.

“What the hell?” She mutters, and then the phone is moving and KK’s face fills the screen.

“Oh, what the? P. Boogers! My bad, how long have you been on my phone?”

“Kamorea!”

KK jumps from the unexpected growl in Paige’s voice. “Damn what’s gotten up your butt? Say hi to Georgia.”

“Hi,” Paige says, brusquely. She swipes the FaceTime to the corner of the screen, tapping open Instagram and navigating to Azzi’s profile.

“Jeez, tough crowd.” She hears Georgia say as she taps on Azzi’s following, scoffing when she sees Azzi’s most recent follow.

“Dude, lemme talk to Azzi.”

“Y’all fightin’ or somethin’? She seemed all goofy after she talked to you last night.” KK thinks for a second. “Oh was it because you were cheesin’ at those dancers?”

“What?” Paige sputters. “I was just being polite!”

“Mm, sure.”

“Whatever, just let me talk to her, bro come on.” Paige nods, impatiently.

KK rolls her eyes, but still walks down the court. “Azzi,” she calls out. “Dumbass on the line for you.”

Paige watches Azzi’s face come into focus, first looking confused before a smile blooms on her face, dimple creasing her cheek.

“Babe, hey.”

Paige feels all the uncertainty and jealousy just fade away at the sight of that smile.

“Hey,” she replies, softly.

“Did something happen?” Azzi’s brow creases with worry, and she walks a bit away so they can speak in a more private spot.

“No,” Paige lies, suddenly embarrassed about how much she overreacted. “I just miss you.”

“Paige.” Azzi's smile grows even wider. “You called KK to tell her how much you missed me? You just saw me like two days ago.”

“Well, she pocket dialed me, and I saw you, so-” She cuts herself off. “Yeah.”

“I miss you too, dummy.”

Azzi’s smile is softer now, the sight of it fills Paige’s chest with warmth, so different from the mess of emotions she felt just minutes ago. Azzi has always been that for Paige, her safe place, her peace, her home.

Paige hears the noise in the background pick up and Azzi looks up, past the camera.

“You gotta go?”

“I’ll call you later?”

“You better.” Paige smirks and Azzi rolls her eyes fondly.

“Okay, I gotta go.”

“Wait,” Azzi pauses with a finger over the screen. “Is Martin still there?”

Azzi looks confused, but she still calls out, “Kate!”

Kate appears over Azzi’s shoulder, looking slightly puzzled at being summoned, but with a friendly smile anyways. “Hey, Paige.”

“Hey, how are ya?”

“Good, happy to be here, you know? Just taking it all in. Azzi’s been really nice about helping me actually. Since she’s been here before.” Kate smiles at Azzi, who returns it.

“Yeah, she’s pretty great, huh?” Paige winks and Azzi snorts softly. But then she says, voice serious, “Keep an eye on her for me, would ya? She doesn’t like to ask for help for herself sometimes.”

“You got it, Paige. Good to see you.” Kate jogs off to join the others in the now starting scrimmage.

When Paige looks back to Azzi, she almost blushes at the look in her eye.

“You’re always taking care of me.”

“Well, I kinda love you a little, so.” Paige scratches the bridge of her nose, feeling bashful all of a sudden.

“I kinda love you a little too.”

[katiemccabeswife]

Daddy Issues

Biv Meadema x Teen!Reader || The Christmas break was ruined by your Dad's anger issues but Beth and Viv are there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

4.9k words (proud ✊🏼)

You were more than happy to be back in dreary London after the Christmas break, which was abnormal because you loved your home country and having Christmas with your family.

This Christmas had been a good one, after a couple years of cold and rainy summers, Australia had finally had a cracker of a summer and for the first time in years, the lead-up to Christmas actually felt like Christmas again.

You always loved getting to be home with your family and being able to go to the beach every day and this year was no different. Christmas day was wonderful, it started with a swim at the beach and was followed by a beautiful lunch filled with laughter and joy from friends and family.

Your relationship had always been a bit rocky. Sometimes you got on like a house fire, poking fun at your sister together and doing work around the house but other times you got on like cats and dogs. Your mum had always said that you two were too alike and that’s why you fought as much as you did. But it was also known within the four walls of your house that your Dad could be bipolar at times and had an explosive temper and should definitely be in some sort of program for his anger issues that seemed to come out of nowhere.

It was a few days after Christmas and only a few days were left before left to go back to London. You and your Dad were joking like usual and everything seemed fine, until it wasn’t.

You had some family friends over and you guys had just started a game of poker when your Dad asked you to go clean up the kitchen.

“Dad, we literally just started. I’ll do it after, don’t worry,” You weren’t facing him so you couldn’t see his unamused face and took his silence as a silent agreement.

Not even five minutes later he asked you again, “Alright. Now go do the dishes, Y/N,” He said sternly. You had an ongoing joke between the two of you where he would pretend to be stern about something and you would jokingly say ‘No’ right before getting up to go and do whatever he had asked of you. As you were still facing away from him and knew he could see you were still engaged in the game of poker, you assumed he was only joking.

“No,” You giggled slightly and so did the others around the table, “I’m almost out anyways, I’m running out of candy canes,” You joke as candy canes had been the substitution for money.

He only became more consistent with his asking and it was starting to piss you off. You weren’t very good at gambling and were trying to focus and his nagging was throwing you off.

Once you finally got out, first by the way, you were getting up to go and clean the kitchen when your Dad once again asked you to go and do exactly that, “What does it look like I’m doing?” You were fed up with his nagging and your voice portrayed that and the others around the table picked up on it.

“Someone’s mad they lose,” Your sister called out to you.

“Don’t be mad just because you lost!” Your cousin teased.

“Off you go to clean the kitchen,” One of your Dad's mates called out.

“Don’t be mad that you lost!” Your Dad called out which was the final straw for you.

“I’m not mad about losing, I’m pissed off because you’re sitting right behind me asking to clean the kitchen every 5 seconds when you can clearly see that I was in the middle of a game!” You can understand why your Mum says you and your Dad were so alike, but to be fair, he was extremely annoying with his constant nagging behind you.

After making your way inside and to the kitchen you began cleaning but were soon interrupted by your father storming into the kitchen pervaded with anger, "How fucking dare you?" You turned around and saw him making his way over to you.

You thought he was joking in the way you two had been for the past week you spent together, "What?" Your tone held an essence of humour to cover the genuine confusion.

"Get the fuck out!" Your father screamed at you.

"What!" You screamed in confusion as your entire body filled with dread and fear.

"After everything we've done for you! Get the fuck out!" You were trembling with fear when he stepped closer to you, held your arm with one hand and raised his other. You coward away from the large man you recognised as your father.

You ducked under his arm, picked up your keys and ran out of the house and towards your car. You got in and sat in silence for a moment before a wave of sadness washed over your body like a cold shower and you began to sob. You held your hands over your face and cried, you cried like you did when you were 7 years old and didn't finish your dinner because you were sick and your Dad yelled at you just like he had just now, like you did when you were 14 and stood up for your sister who was too scared to and your Dad's face was just as angry as it was a few minutes ago, just like you did when you were 16 and talked back to your Dad, fed up with his borderline misogynistic comments and you were almost as scared of him as you were right now.

You cried because you were scared your father was going to hit you. Your Dad always had a temper and exploded from time to time but never had he ever grabbed you and never had you genuinely believed he was going to hit you. Your hands were shaking and your chest hurt as you couldn't take in a full breath of air and your head was beginning to hurt from crying so hard. You were 19 years old and still crying over your Dad.

After 15 minutes of crying your heart out you started your car and went on a drive. You drove to the beach and took out the towel that was still in your car from your trip earlier that day and you walked towards the water. The waves had calmed and were no longer crashing into the shore with great force but softly rolled through the water and flattened against the sand with grace. You set down your towel and stripped from your clothes, thanking yourself for staying in your bikini all day and walked into the water.

You dove under the water and relished in the calmness and quietness you felt swimming. Once you'd swam out until you couldn't touch you moved to float on your back, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You floated there numbly for at least 20 minutes before you got out and wrapped yourself in your towel. You sat in the sad, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as you watched the sun dip below the horizon. Once the light had been stripped from the sky you walked back to your car before the light of an ice cream shop caught your eyes.

You treated yourself to a double-scooped waffle cone and sat down outside the shop, looking over the beach you could barely make out. You knew how your Father would act if you went back home, he would ignore you, pretend you didn't exist and not talk to you until he felt better and after that time was up you would have to pretend nothing happened. You always did so because he was your father, your best friend at times and how could you not forgive him for screaming in your face?

You were grown now though and you weren't going to pretend this never happened and you decided that you weren't going to talk to him until he apologised. You knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon so, you got out your phone and booked a flight back to London.

Once you had finished your ice cream it was well into the night and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours so you went back to pack your things.

You thought that everyone would have left by now and your family would be asleep but by the number of familiar cars littered through the street and the lights still on in your house, you knew that was not the case. You took a deep breath before walking into the house, keeping your head held high but not making eye contact with anyone. You walked straight past the living room ignoring the calls of your name and headed straight to your childhood room.

You were putting the few things that were spread around back into your suitcase when your Mum walked in, "Y/N, what happened honey?"

You tried to contain your tears as you turned to look at your Mum but as soon as you started speaking, the floodgates opened and you sobbed again, "I thought he was going to hit me," You said through the tears and your mother took you into her arms, securing your head with one hand, the other rubbing up and down your back to comfort you.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n, I'm sorry, but you know that you shouldn't push your father like that," You ripped yourself out of her hold and stared at her in betrayal, "You two are too similar, it's only a matter of time before joking become reality and laughing becomes crying. You know he has a temper, you need to be careful. I also think you should be the bigger person and apologise." She said. Whilst you didn't blame your mother for your father's actions a part of you despised how she always sat and watched you and your sister cry while he yelled at you two minutes after laughing with you.

You turned around silently zipped up your suitcase and walked to leave, "Where are you going, baby?"

You faced her with fresh tears born from anger, " I am leaving, I'm going back to London because I shouldn't have to 'be careful' around my own Dad. You know how fucked that is!? I shouldn't have to be the bigger person! He's a grown man, he needs to learn to regulate his fucking feelings and act like it!" You had never shouted at your Mum and you barely ever swore around her but you were tired of her picking your Dad's side over yours.

She tried to reach out to you but you brushed past her slightly and walked out the door. You should have been the bigger person and left silently but you heard your Dad laugh in the living so you left your suitcase at the door and walked to where your Dad sat. You walked straight up to him with a straight face, flung your middle finger into his direction and said, "Fuck you, you fucking pussy." You walked straight out the door and didn't hear a word from anyone in the house.

You spent the entire 24-hour trip back to London reflecting on the past day and what it meant for the future of the relationship with your parents. You knew your Mum just wanted to be the mediator and that your Dad was too stubborn to apologise. You also knew that you were going to stick to your word and not speak to your parents until they apologised. You also grieved the relationship with your father as you knew that it would never be the same ever again. It was one thing that he grabbed you and then he had to restrain himself from actually hitting you.

You grieved for the little girl who just wanted to please her father, who wished she was a boy because your Dad often talked about how much he wanted one. He was the reason you started football. Girls didn't really play it, it was seen as something only boys should be doing, so you cut your hair and signed up for the local club. He came to every game and cheered you on and after a good game he'd say to you, "Who needs a son when I've got you," It seemed like a nice statement but looking back on it, it really messed with you.

It was only when you moved out and overseas to play for Arsenal at 17 that you realised that your Dad really wasn't the best guy and an even worse Father. Albeit that you never said or did anything about it because you thought of all those kids whose Dad hit them or left them when they were young and reminded yourself that you were lucky.

But now, after 2 years of living by yourself and a therapy session here and there you realised that just because other kids had it worse didn't mean that what you went through was ok or that you didn't deserve to be treated the way you were.

When you landed and got your luggage it was 8 in the morning and you felt your phone buzzing in your hand. Beth was calling you and you weren't sure if you should answer but you knew she would worry if you didn't so you headed to the nearest bathroom and answered her Facetime, "Hey, Beffy," Your voice was a little hoarse from crying and you hoped Beth wouldn't pick up on how red your eyes were.

Beth smiled at you, "Hey chicky," She must have noticed that you were hiding in a bathroom, "What you doing?" She questioned.

"Umm," You hesitated, "I'm in the bathroom... In the airport," You said sheepishly.

Beth's smile dropped and her face took up a concerned look, "Why are you at the airport? Which one?"

You picked at your nails, anxious to tell her where you were and scared she would ask why, "London," You almost whispered.

"Oh," She looked really concerned now, "Do you want me to come pick you up?"

You shook your head quickly not wanting to be a nuisance, "It's alright thank you, I've ordered an Uber," You smiled slightly at the thoughtfulness of your friend.

"Well, why don't you come over for breakfast. I want to hear all about your holiday and I can even get Vivi to make the special waffles you like?" She was so hopeful you couldn't deny her offer and you really wanted Viv's special waffles.

"Yeah ok, I'll be there around 9? Is that alright?" Anxiety pulled at your chest at the thought of telling her and Viv about what happened with your Dad.

"Perfect, I'll see you soon, chicky!" You smiled and hung up the phone. You walked out of the cubicle and splashed water on your face to try and even out your breathing.

"Fucking idiot."

Thanking the Uber you rushed up the stairs towards Viv and Beht's place eager to fill your hungry stomach although once you'd got to the door you hesitated to knock. You checked your eyes in your phone camera and concluded that you could blame the slight redness and puffiness from sleeping and hayfever (it seemed you had hayfever all the time and the girls always made fun of your sneezes and even kept count, each time urging you to beat your 'high score').

You took a deep breath to release the hold anxiety seemed to have on your heart before knocking on the door. You instantly heard Myle and Rona barking and the sound and smiled, now excited to play with the puppies.

"Y/N/N! Oh, my little chicky," You were immediately wrapped in a hug from the girl and whilst reciprocating it you felt the urge to cry taking over you once again but you had cried enough for a long time and told yourself to suck it up.

"Hi, Beffy," Your voice was muffled from you pressing it into the crook of Beth's neck.

Beth waited for you to release the hug (she seemed to have a sense of when people needed a hug) and when you did she took your face between her hands, "How have you been, y/n/n?" She asked worriedly.

You smiled sadly at her, "I'm alright, thanks, how are you?"

Beth didn't seem convinced but knew you were aware you could talk to her at any time and if you weren't ready, she would wait, "I am even better now that you are here!" She exclaimed before taking your suitcase in one hand and your hand in her other and dragged you into the house, "Oh, Vivi! I've just gotten a very special delivery!" She turned back and winked at you but continued to lead you to the kitchen.

"Y/N/N!" Viv said with mock enthusiasm, trying to match Beth's with great difficulty with it being early in the morning.

You met her in the middle and gave her a hug, knowing she was joking and that she wasn't a morning person, "Hi, Vivi," You greeted.

Once you broke out of the hug you sheepishly looked to the waffle machine and back to Viv who caught on to your looks, "They'll be 'bout 2 minutes. I know two fluffy little girls who would love to see you," She egged on and you quickly went to find the puppies.

Once you spotted them you dropped to your knees and soon you had two dogs jumping on you and licking your face, "Hello Miss Rona and hello Miss Myle! How are we today my girls!" You spoke in a baby voice and continued to talk to the dogs as if they were such, oblivious to the conversation happening in the kitchen.

"Is she alright? She looks like she's been crying. And wasn't she supposed to come back in another 4 days?" Viv questioned.

Beth sighed and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, "I don't know what's up but she definitely has been crying and I bet that would explain why she's back so early. When I called she looked like she'd only just stopped crying, I don't know what happened," She looked desperately at Viv. Beth and Viv were unofficially your step-in parents whilst you were in London or wherever you travelled with Arsenal. Beth was a second Mum to you and she took her role very seriously, always checking if you'd had a good sleep and what you had for dinner and if neither of you had plans she would always invite you over for dinner and a movie.

Viv was your unofficial 'Dad' as you'd claimed and would come over to your apartment to fix anything that needed to be done and give you piggyback rides when you were 'too tired' to walk, "Do you want to ask after breakfast? I don't want her to feel overwhelmed, maybe I'll take Myle and Rona for a walk and you could talk to her then?"

Beth nodded, "Yeah alright, I'll do that," She agreed with a sad face.

Viv noticed the look and hugged her again, "She'll be alright, she's with us now, yeah?"

"I just worry about her when she goes home. I miss her as well," She took a deep breath and put on a brave face when you walked in with Rona and Myle on her heels.

"Umm, I think the waffles are done?" You pointed to the waffle iron that was lightly smoking.

Viv rushed over and took out the waffles that were only slightly burned around the edges, "Crispy edges give them more flavour," she told you when she put them in front of you.

You looked up at her in amusement, "Of course, Vivi," You joked while adding your choice of toppings.

You, Beth and Viv conversed lightly over breakfast about your trip home and what you got up to whilst in Australia. You told them what you did with a smile on your face but they both noticed how it didn't stretch as far as usual and how you talked as if your parents hadn't been there at all albeit you staying in their house.

"Right, y/n/n you can go get yourself sorted in the spare room. You are staying tonight," Beth ordered jokingly to which you smiled and nodded in agreement, not really wanting to be alone for another night, "Vivi's gonna walk the puppies and I'll clean up." She clapped her hands and everyone spread off to their 'assignments'.

As Viv was a very clean cook Beth's cleaning was more or less tidying and she quickly joined you in the spare bedroom, "Hey chicken," She spoke softly when she walked in and noticed you staring at the wall looking crestfallen.

You smiled as brightly as you could, "Hi Beffy, sorry I got distracted. I'm a little bit jet-lagged," You waved off, "Do you need help cleaning the kitchen?"

Beth joined you on the bed, "It's all sorted don't worry sweetheart. How you feeling?" She questioned looking you deep in the eyes.

Her stare was so loving and concerned that it made that stupid feeling of crying come back, "I'm fine? You?" Your voice was slightly off as you had a lump in your throat but tried to play it off.

Beth sighed as she didn't want to press you but had to know what was going on with you, "Chick..." She spoke softly and you had to turn your head so she wouldn't see your eyes filling with tears.

She placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently and you couldn't hold it anymore, your hands came to cover your face and you brought your knees up to your chest and sobbed loudly.

"Oh, honey, no," Beth hated seeing anyone cry but you had a special place in her heart which hurt her even more. She moved your head to be on her shoulder and your legs to lay across her own. She rocked slightly and continued to rub your back. You were hysterical at this point, the comfort Beth was bringing you reminded you of your mother which reminded you of her taking your father's side which brought on another loud sob from deep in your chest.

Beth had to lift your head from her neck to make sure you could get enough oxygen and wouldn't pass out, "Honey, I know it's hard but I need you to take a deep breath for me please," She grabbed your water bottle from the nightstand and gave it to you and you clung to it like a lifeline.

You truly were trying to calm yourself but you couldn't stop crying and you couldn't get enough air to your lungs which was starting to hurt and you began to cough and gag. "Lovely, what's going on?" Beth was extremely concerned you were going to pass out.

After another minute of coughing and gagging you managed to get enough air into your lungs and nestled your head back into Beth's neck and she took your body back into her arms, "I thought he was going to hit me," You cried out as if the words caused you physical pain.

Beth was shell-shocked from the words that came out of your mouth but quickly recovered to comfort you. "Your dad?" She questioned as you had confided in her before about his temper.

You nodded and whimpered slightly as you had calmed down and were no longer audibly sobbing, "And mum," The thought of your mother made you sob again and it took you another minute to rein it back in all whilst Beth sat there patiently waiting for you to talk.

You managed a deep breath and Beth wiped your face free of tears although they were quickly replaced with new ones, "My dad got really angry and then he grabbed my arm and he had his fist up," You cried, "I thought he was going to hit me!" You sobbed.

Beth shook her head and cooed, "Did he?"

You shook your head and Beth relaxed slightly, "And then mum said- she said that I should know better than to push his buttons and that I needed to be careful and that I should apologise!" You weren't the only one who was angry now but Beth had to contain hers to continue to comfort you.

Beth shook her head, "That's not ok, y/n/n, it's not and I am so sorry you had to go through that and I'm glad that you told me, thank you for trusting me,"

You nodded sadly, "I love you Beffy," And you collapsed into her hold and cried silently as she rocked you.

"I love you too, chick, did you leave straight after that?" She questioned wanting to get a better idea of how quickly you left.

She felt you shake your head 'no', "I drove off to the beach and then got myself an ice cream and booked the flight. And once I got home, that's when mum said all that stuff but I'd already packed my bag so I went to leave but my dad was in the living room and he was laughing. I don't know what he was laughing at but it made me so angry so I went and called him a 'fucking pussy'," You both giggled slightly at it, you weren't known to swear and it always sounded weird coming from your mouth.

"I'm proud of you, sweets," Beth kissed the top of your head.

You nodded into her chest, "Thank you, for being here for me" You spoke quietly. Beth continued to rock you and had to look to the ceiling to stop herself from crying. She looked down when she heard quiet snoring coming from you and laid you down against the pillow and laughed quietly at you hugging your water bottle.

She had walked into the kitchen before she started crying. She didn't know how long she'd been standing there crying until two sets of paws jumped at her thighs and when she looked up she saw Viv's concerned face.

Viv dropped the leads on the kitchen counter and gently took hold of Beth's arms, "What's happened? Where's y/n?" She questioned quickly.

Beth sobbed quietly, "She- and her dad- oh and then her mum-," She couldn't get a full sentence out so after holding her in her arms to calm her down, Viv gave her a glass of water.

They had moved to the couch which was where Beth explained the whole story to Viv who was extremely concerned, "And she was crying so hard she was coughing and gagging. Vivi, I was so scared she'd pass out and oh her little face! I don't know how I kept it together!" She outraged quietly, acknowledging the fact that you were asleep down the hall.

Viv once again held Beth, just like she had you, "I can't believe it. I've met him and he seemed lovely. I mean I know they didn't always get along but I never thought it was that bad," She spoke in disbelief.

Beth nodded and was significantly more calm than she had been previously, "She's sleeping now. God, she must be exhausted. I feel so bad for her, my poor little chicken," Beth pouted at the thought of your sad face.

"I know, love, but she's here now, right? She is safe and she's sleeping, it'll be ok," Viv consoled.

"Yeah," Beth nodded dejectedly.

Once you woke up you checked your phone and realised you'd slept for 5 hours but it felt like you could sleep for an eternity. You didn't feel up to talking to the girls yet so you opened your phone and scrolled through Instagram for a while. Most of the Arsenal girls had posted photo dumps of the year and you smiled every time you saw yourself in one and when you saw the girl's comments. Beth and Viv's photo dumps warmed your heart. You appeared in almost all of the photos and laughed when you saw Katie's comment.

katie_mccabe11 might aswell adopt y/n/n now, hey?

You felt so loved and warmed that you decided to post your own.

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Once you had plucked up the energy to head outside you were met with Viv and Beth tucked under a blanket with Netflix loaded on the screen in front of them and a variety of your favourite snacks on the table.

"Hey, y/n/n," Viv noticed you first and Beth quirked up at the sound of your name.

You were standing sheepishly in the hall with one of your pant legs pushed up to your knee, your hair a mess and your water bottle between your arms. Beth cooed at the sight of you, "Come over here chick," She moved over so you would sit between her and Viv.

"Any movie suggestions?" Viv asked teasingly, knowing which movie you would want to watch.

You smiled at her and leaned against Beth, "Grown Ups?" You offered and Viv snickered at the choice, it being your go-to movie.

"Of course," She put it on and whilst you could recite the entire movie off by heart you were still upset that you missed most of it but blamed Beth running her hands through your hair and Viv rubbing your lower legs for putting you to sleep, somewhere where you felt safe, warm and loved.

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something small

Katniss and Peeta exchange surprise gifts on a cozy Christmas morning.

“Spiked eggnog?” Peeta asked.

“This early?” Katniss responded with a grimace.

“Why the face? It’s your favorite.”

“Not at nine in the morning.”

“That’s not what you said last year,” Peeta chuckled, but he put the pitcher away and set a kettle of water on the stove instead.

Christmas celebrations came about after the war, when New Panem hired historians to look up traditions from the past to help bring morale back to the nation. It took a few years to really take hold – frivolous gifts had never been big in the districts, where money had always been better spent on items needed to survive.

But, in time they learned that gifts were not the only thing people loved about the holiday. Coming together over great food, drink, and dance with neighbors had always been loved here. What harm is caused by celebrating old traditions with those you love? With well over a decade since the war ended, people were faring far better than the previous generation could have hoped for, so the cause for celebration had firmly planted its place in society once again.

So, now on the day, they bake and sing and dine and drink. The past few years, Delly, Thom, their two boys, and Haymitch have stopped by in the evening to eat a feast Peeta spent hours cooking up while Katniss pretended to help and nibbled on the scraps. The mornings, however, are reserved for the two of them. Lounging about, playing games, and reliving memories, both happy and sad.

Katniss straightened out a bow on their tree while Peeta attended to the whistling kettle. When they first set up a tree years ago, she wasn’t sure how she felt about cutting it down just for decoration. She hated damaging her woods. She remembered how Peeta had begged her to have it inside and finally convinced her by telling her they would cut the tree apart for firewood after the holiday, and she chuckled at the memory.

A hand waving in front of her face made her jump back.

“Whoa!” Peeta exclaimed, taking a step back to avoid spilling the contents of the steaming mugs in his hands. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Did you hear me calling you?” Peeta asked, and Katniss shook her head. “Peppermint or cinnamon tea?”

She plucked the peppermint tea from his hand and went over to sit on their couch. Peeta was not far behind her with his mug in one hand and a tray of speculoos cookies they baked together in the other. He placed the tray in front of them and sat beside her, and Katniss tucked her cold feet under his warm flannel-clad thigh.

He took a sip of his tea and looked at her, his eyebrow arched as his mug made its way to and from his lips. He looked at her like he was waiting for her to confess something.

“What?” Katniss asked defensively.

“You feeling okay? I don’t think I’ve ever snuck up on you in my life.”

Katniss dipped her cookie in her tea and swirled it around. Bits of cookie broke off as it became saturated, spinning in the mini whirlpool inside her mug. This morning, her stomach didn’t seem open to much more than the tea.

She forced a smile and said, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” And she really was just thinking, but Peeta nodded in response as if he knew what she meant. Almost all the time he did, but she doubted he did right now.

They sat in the silence of thought and memory. Snow was flurrying outside, a calm before the heavy storm that was supposed to come later in the week. Katniss was thinking, yes, but she didn’t want Peeta to think it was over something sad. She wanted to make sure their day was full of joy with their found family.

She drank from her mug and gave a content sigh, catching Peeta’s attention as she laid her head against the back of the couch. He mimicked her movements, and smiled at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said to her, and even with years and years of getting compliments like these from Peeta, Katniss still wasn’t used to how casually he was able to say it, and she felt heat rush her cheeks as she smiled back at him.

Looking at him in their home, happy and healthy and hers, she felt a sudden wave of emotion start to overtake her. Again, she didn’t want Peeta to think she was sad, quite the contrary, and she needed to change the topic before he became worried.

“So remind me of our menu tonight?”

Peeta went on to describe the feast he had planned, which Katniss was already familiar with since she had helped gather much of the items. Roasted duck, brussel sprouts, mashed potatoes. Cheese buns and spinach pastries. Too many cookies and apple pie. Normally, Katniss’s mouth would be watering just from the conversation. Currently, the only thing that sounded appetizing was the cheese buns.

“Well if we’re gonna feed the town tonight, shouldn’t we get started?” Katniss asked.

“Soon, but not yet,” Peeta responded. “First,” Peeta started, and he leaned over the side of the couch, “I want to give you this,” he finished, presenting Katniss with a small box. She looked at him with surprise.

“It’s just something small, but…” his voice trailed off as he bit his bottom lip, suppressing a smile.

They’d never been Christmas gift givers. A calm morning off from the bakery and a break from hunting were usually how they celebrated. Small gifts on the day-to-day just helped further cement their love for one another, and for Katniss and Peeta, grand gestures had always come off the most sincere when they were unexpected. Of course, since they did not typically give gifts on Christmas, Katniss supposed this would now be considered unexpected.

Peeta placed the small box in her hands, perfectly wrapped by his skilled hands. When Katniss opened the box, she found a gold ring, expertly shaped to look like a primrose flower with a small diamond in the center. She gasped, and tears brimmed her eyes almost immediately, but she couldn’t take them away from the ring.

Since she couldn’t speak, Peeta filled the silence. “It just hit fifteen years, and I thought this would be a good way to remember her. I reached out to Effie, and she got me in touch with someone Cinna and Portia used to work with. I sent her probably fifty sketches of my idea. I was so nervous she wouldn’t be able to do it how I envisioned it, but I should’ve known that if she worked with Cinna and Portia, she’d be able to do practically anything.”

So, Peeta got her a gift, and not a gift he just went and bought. He designed it. With Cinna and Portia and Prim in mind. Any words she could come up with right now would not be enough.

With Katniss choked up, Peeta’s anxious words continued like an endlessly flowing river. “And I know we toasted so long ago, but we never really did the ring thing, and I never even really asked you if that was something you wanted because it's always been such a Capitol thing, but then I thought maybe you felt like you were missing out on it. I also thought a ring might be the easiest piece of jewelry because it’s small and it won’t get caught in your hair like a necklace would, and you can still use your bow with it since I had a probably very impractical thought that a bracelet could get in the way of that and you’d get hurt somehow.”

Katniss looked up and met his blue eyes, which were wide with anxiety and observing her every move.

“Do you like it?” Peeta finally asked, eyes searching her face as if the answer would be written there.

An idea hit her before she could properly respond. “I’ll be right back,” Katniss blurted out suddenly, and jumped from the couch, darting up the stairs.

If her brain hadn’t been in such a fog these past few days, she would have made sure to stay behind briefly to tell Peeta how much she loved it. She would’ve told him how wonderful and thoughtful this gift was, how hopeful this gift made her feel. At the very least, she would’ve warned him that she wasn’t running away because she was sad, thinking of hurtful memories from their past. But in her current state, once she remembered something, she needed to act on it before she lost the idea entirely.

Not that her gift to him was ever something she could forget. She was just going to wait to tell him. She wanted to make a special moment for it so it could be perfect, at a time when she felt more ready for it. But, she knew if it was her and Peeta, it would be perfect either way.

When she bolted back down the stairs, winded and smiling with her hands behind her back, Peeta presented her with a smile of his own, eyes still wide with confusion and shock and now joy to match her own.

“I have something small for you, too,” Katniss said. She stood in front of him on the couch and placed her gift to him, clumsily wrapped in only tissue paper, in his hands.

Peeta shot her another curious look before tearing the paper away. His eyes went wide when he saw what was in his hands.

“Katniss?” Peeta breathed, her name bearing a question, an answer, a lifeline. “Is this real?”

She barely gave him a nod before he jumped off the couch, laughing and sweeping her into his arms, kissing her face anywhere he could, tears now brimming both of their eyes. Because in his hand he clutched the greatest gift of all: a small plastic test clearly adorned with a dark blue plus sign.

[mykoreanlove]

SPINNING BOTTLES

part 1 part 2 part 3 lil' extra

“Eun Woo, wait”, you pushed him away and tried to regain control. His lips found their way back onto yours in seconds, he didn’t even think about stopping. “I’ve waited enough, y/n”, he mumbled against your lips.

Your insides were melting as you felt the same, but the rational part of your brain took over. “No, wait”, this time you pushed him back more forcefully. He stumbled back and looked at you puzzled, not understanding what was going on. “What about your girlfriend?” “What about her?” Anger rose in your body the same way it did when you were a kid. This was exactly what you were afraid of, only this time you weren’t the one that got cheated on, but the one that helped with the cheating. “I can’t believe this”, you muttered under your breath and stormed past him, wanting to escape badly. It took Eun Woo a minute to understand the confusion but as soon as he snapped back into reality, he ran after you. “Wait. Y/N, wait”, he grabbed your wrist and spun you around. “This is not what it looks like”, he explained. “This is exactly what it looks like. Apparently, you are in love with me, yet you are together with her? And now you’re here kissing me? That’s so fucked up, Eun Woo. I knew this was a mistake”, you spat angrily. “Whoa, will you let me talk maybe? You got it all wrong, y/n.” You looked at him confused. Normally, you would have left. But something about the look in his eyes urged you to stay and hear him out. “This is not what this is. Listen…”, he grabbed your hand and drew small circles on it. “After you stopped talking to me, I was devastated. I really was. And then I met her, and we had some fun and stuff, but I was always honest with her. She knew that I was in love with you and only used her to distract myself. Which she was fine with”, he explained. You never understood how people could casually sleep with one another, but you had learned the hard way that this was the norm nowadays. “She and I, we came up with this little play”, Eun Woo continued. “Play?” He nodded. “Listen, I was desperate. I was in love with you, but you stopped talking to me. Ignored my messages, ignored my calls, even my visits. So, her and I came up with that plan. We pretended we were together, like a normal couple.” Your eyes widened in shock. Pretended to be a couple? “I hoped that this would get through to you and trigger some kind of reaction. Bad or good, I didn’t care. I just wanted to have you back in my life and understand what had happened. All this silly game was just for you to finally come back to me, y/n.” You gulped hard. He did all this just for me? “Do you believe me?” He looked at you with sincere puppy eyes, voice cracking from concern. You nodded your head; you actually believed him. “Oh, thank god”, he sighed relieved and put his arms around you, hugging you as tightly as he could. “Don’t you think people will talk when they see you with me now? After that confession in there?” “I don’t care. I don’t care about anyone but you, y/n.” The butterflies returned and somersaulted within you. “If I have to endure ridicule or malicious comments, so be it. If all that was necessary to finally, have you back in my life, then I’ll take that. I’ll take anything for you.” You wiggled out of his embrace and looked up at him, visibly touched by his words. “You really mean that?” Eun Woo’s face came closer, his nose rubbing yours lightly while smiling. “I do, y/n.”

[mousy-nona]

Headcanon that someone asks Alastor for his body count and this confused man replies with some insane number because he thinks they're talking *literal bodies* and doesn't know why everyone is so shocked

“Three.”

“Three?” Angel Dust gaped, looking like he might pass out and die for the second time from sheer shock. Charlie buried her face in her hands, but she couldn’t hide the blush that spread to the very tips of her ears. Vaggie rubbed her back. 

“It’s not that bad,” she soothed. 

“Speak for yourself, Feathers,” Angel Dust spluttered. “Haven’t you been alive, like, hundreds of years? What the hell have you been doing with your life?” 

“Helping people, obviously,” Vaggie snapped. “Maybe you should try it sometime.” 

“Hey!” So fast almost no one caught it, he cast a nervous glance at Husk. “If you’re so much better than us mere mortals, why don’t you share your body count with the class?”

Vaggie raised her chin, her eyes flashing. “Two.” 

Angel Dust choked, wobbled, and flopped dramatically back onto the couch, fanning himself like an overwrought Southern belle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you two were running a convent here!” 

“It’s your turn to share, numbnuts,” Vaggie sighed, rolling her eyes. 

“‘Fraid I can’t count that high, doll,” he grinned. “Lost track a couple years ago. Husk, your turn!” He sounded far too casual, as if he was very eager to hear the answer and was trying to pretend to figure out what the regular amount of eager would be. 

Husk grumbled and set his glass down on the counter. “Fifty?” He shrugged. “Sixty? Somewhere around there.” 

“Finally! A decent number. See, ladies, it’s not that hard once you put your mind to it,” Angel Dust sighed. “Niffty, you go.” 

The tiny reincarnation of chaos giggled, practically vibrating as she licked the tip of the knife in her hand. “Bugs?”

“No, Niff. Your body count.”

She scratched her head, looking adorably confused. “Silly spider! Bad boys can be bugs too.” 

“What–? Actually, you know what, nevermind. It was my fault for asking you in the first place. Okay, who’s left…” He brightened when he spotted Lucifer lounging by the fireplace. “Aha! The Big Daddy himself has gotta have some interesting answers.”

Lucifer chuckled, his chest swelling with pride. “Well, I might have slowed down in my old age, but before Lilith and I started our little family I was quite a killer with the ladies.” He thought for a bit, tapping his chin as he counted. Carry the one, times three… He finally gave up. “Maybe two hundred?” 

“A-ha! Is that it?” Alastor grinned. “And you call yourself the king of hell?”

Everyone gaped. Alastor had almost thrown someone out of the top floor window for accidentally brushing up against his hand. He’d once burned a coat after Lucifer had grabbed it. He only willingly touched others to A) show dominance or B) play mind games (this option he reserved almost exclusively for Lucifer).

In short, he was the absolute last person anyone had expected to participate in this game. 

Angel Dust looked like someone had just told him Christmas had come early. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the strawberry pimp himself! Don’t keep us in suspense. What’s your body count?” 

Alastor thought for a second. “Four thousand and five-six.” 

Six jaws simultaneously dropped to the ground. Lucifer felt the insane urge to fly into his circus dimension and scream until his lungs gave out. A strange green beast clawed at his stomach, and he pressed his hand against it, trying to tame it before he did something truly stupid. 

“Four…thousand?” Angel Dust stuttered. “But…you’ve only been alive for a hundred years?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been busy, I suppose.” 

That was the last straw. Lucifer stormed out of the room. He didn’t think he’d be able to control himself if he stayed. So Alastor’s fine with just anyone? What the Hell am I then, chopped liver? He stopped in the main hall, taking deep breaths in through his nose, then out through his mouth, just like Charlie had taught them during her “How to: Anger Management” seminar. 

“What’s all the fuss about?”

A familiar static ripped through the air. Lucifer scowled. 

“I don’t really want to talk to you right now.” 

“How interesting! I don’t want to talk to you ever, but unfortunately it’s out of both of our hands.” Alastor pretended to inspect his nails. Lucifer knew he was pretending, because he couldn’t see them through his gloves. “Charlie threw me out and told me not to return until I’d checked in on you.” 

Charlie did? Lucifer shivered, pointedly trying not to think about what that meant, and what she might know about his Super Secret, Definitely Not Pathetic crush. “Great. You’ve checked in on me. You can go now.” 

Alastor cocked his head, peering at him curiously. “I must say, I’m rather surprised by your reaction to my confession. Is it really so surprising? I’ve never made a secret of my favorite pastimes.” 

Lucifer gaped. “This is literally the first time I’ve heard you talk about this.”

Alastor frowned. Lucifer frowned. They both frowned at each other. 

“Have you gone senile? I ate a man in front of you yesterday,” Alastor asked, looking at Lucifer as if he’d lost his mind. 

“What does eating a man have anything to do with it?” Lucifer asked, the same expression mirrored on his face. “You just said your body count was –” 

Realization hit him like a freight train. Alastor had been born during the turn of the century. He’d struggled with modern day slang before, like vibes and cap and bet – and body count, it seemed. 

“Are you…are you talking about how many people you’ve killed?” Lucifer gasped, barely managing to get the words out in between laughs. 

“Yes?” Alastor wrinkled his nose. “Why is that so funny?” 

Lucifer thought his sides might tear from how hard he was laughing. “Nothing,” he wheezed. “Nothing at all.” 

Then he immediately started scheming ways to get Alastor's actual body count.

[wosos-stuff]

The journal of secrets

Chapter 2: "The Game Begins"

The café was buzzing with the usual mid-morning crowd, the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air as customers shuffled in and out. Y/N sat at a small table near the window, nervously tapping her fingers against the cup of tea in front of her. Her heart raced, and her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions.

*This is just pretend,* she reminded herself for the hundredth time that morning. *It’s not real.*

But that didn’t stop her from feeling like this was the most important moment of her life.

Alessia sat across from her, completely at ease—or at least pretending to be. She leaned back in her chair, effortlessly confident, as if this were any other day. Y/N envied how composed she was. It was like Alessia had done this a thousand times before, and maybe she had—in a different way, with someone else. Someone who wasn’t playing a role like Y/N was.

“So,” Alessia said with a smirk, breaking the silence between them. “How’s my fake girlfriend doing?”

Y/N laughed nervously, trying to play along with the light tone. “You know, just surviving. Pretending to date a superstar footballer is harder than it looks.”

“Careful,” Alessia teased, leaning in slightly. “You’re going to make me think you’re not enjoying this.”

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the way Alessia’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She quickly glanced down at her cup, trying to hide the warmth creeping up her neck. “No, no, it’s… it’s fine. Just, you know, getting used to the whole ‘fake relationship’ thing.”

Alessia chuckled softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Relax, Y/N. We’ve got this. The more natural we act, the more convincing it’ll be.”

*Natural.* That was the problem, though, wasn’t it? Everything about this felt the opposite of natural. Sitting here with Alessia, pretending to be something she wasn’t—it was like trying to fit into a role that didn’t quite belong to her. But Alessia made it seem so easy, so effortless.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted when she noticed a few familiar faces near the entrance of the café. Teammates. Two of the younger girls from the reserve squad, glancing curiously in their direction. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. *They’re watching.*

Alessia must have noticed too because she leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as she spoke. “Showtime.”

Y/N blinked, not quite understanding what she meant, until Alessia reached across the table and gently took her hand. The gesture was casual, playful, but the touch of Alessia’s fingers sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N’s body.

Her pulse quickened as she glanced down at their intertwined hands. *This isn’t real. This isn’t real.*

But for a moment, it was hard to tell the difference.

Alessia squeezed her hand lightly, her smile never faltering. “You okay?” she asked, her voice soft enough that only Y/N could hear.

Y/N nodded, though her throat felt tight. “Yeah. Just… surprised, I guess.”

Alessia’s smile turned into a grin, and for a moment, Y/N forgot they were pretending. Forgot they were in a crowded café with teammates watching from the sidelines. It felt like they were the only two people in the room.

“Good,” Alessia said, releasing her hand and leaning back in her seat. “Because we’re just getting started.”

Y/N tried to shake off the strange mix of excitement and nerves as they continued their conversation, but the flutter in her chest lingered long after their first “date” was over.

---

Back at home later that evening, Y/N found herself replaying the day’s events over and over in her head. The way Alessia had taken her hand, the way she had smiled, the way her voice had softened when she asked if Y/N was okay—it all felt so real. Too real.

Y/N sighed, lying back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. *Get a grip, Y/N.* This was all part of the plan, nothing more. Alessia was good at this—at playing a role, at making it seem convincing. That was the whole point, right? To convince everyone else that they were dating.

But why did it feel like Y/N was the one being convinced?

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, and she reached for it, expecting a message from one of her friends. Instead, it was a text from Alessia.

---

Alessia - *You did great today. We totally nailed it.*

Y/N smiled despite herself, her heart skipping a beat at the thought that Alessia had been thinking about it too. She quickly typed out a response, trying not to sound too eager.

Y/N - *Thanks, it was… weirdly fun.*

Alessia’s reply came almost instantly.

Alessia - *Weirdly? Ouch. I thought we were the perfect fake couple.*

Y/N laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. It was easy to forget, in moments like these, that they were pretending. Alessia made it seem so effortless—so fun.

Y/N - *Okay, maybe we’re a little perfect.*

---

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, then tossed her phone aside, rolling over onto her side. Her heart was still racing, but this time, it wasn’t just nerves. There was something else there—something she couldn’t quite put into words.

It was terrifying, exhilarating, and confusing all at once.

*Don’t get too attached,* she reminded herself, closing her eyes. *It’s not real.*

But in the quiet of her room, with only her thoughts for company, it was hard to remember where the line between pretending and reality was supposed to be.

---

The locker room was always a chaotic mix of chatter, laughter, and the occasional playful argument. But today, Y/N could feel eyes on her as soon as she walked in. She tried to act casual, keeping her head down as she stuffed her bag into her locker, but the hushed whispers from a few teammates didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey, Y/N,” Katie called from across the room, her voice laced with teasing. “Heard you and Alessia had a nice little coffee date yesterday.”

Y/N’s stomach did a nervous flip. She forced a laugh, trying to play it off. “Yeah, we just grabbed some coffee. No big deal.”

“No big deal?” Katie raised an eyebrow, grinning like a cat that had caught the canary. “You sure about that? You two looked pretty cozy from what I heard.”

Y/N’s face flushed, but she kept her composure. This was exactly what she and Alessia had planned, after all—to give people something to talk about, to make it seem real. Still, it felt strange, hearing her teammates talk about it like it was something more.

Before she could respond, Alessia walked into the locker room, her usual confident smile in place. She met Y/N’s gaze across the room, and for a brief moment, Y/N forgot where she was. There was something about the way Alessia looked at her—something that made her heart skip a beat.

Katie glanced between them, clearly noticing the silent exchange. “Well, well, looks like the lovebirds are reunited.”

Alessia, ever the charmer, simply smirked. “Jealous, McCabe?”

Katie laughed, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying. You two make a cute couple.”

Alessia winked, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile, even though her heart was still racing. This was what they wanted, right? For people to notice. To believe it.

So why did it feel so much more complicated?

---

Later that afternoon, they were back on the pitch, running through a series of drills. Y/N was paired with Alessia, and for the first time since this whole fake relationship thing had started, they were alone together, away from the watchful eyes of their teammates.

Alessia seemed to sense Y/N’s nervousness because she kept the conversation light, teasing her whenever she missed a pass or stumbled over her words.

“Come on, Y/N,” Alessia said with a grin, jogging over to her. “You’re not gonna let a little ‘relationship’ get in the way of your game, are you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up her neck. “Oh, shut up. I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you are,” Alessia teased, passing the ball to her. “You’re just distracted by how amazing I am, right?”

Y/N laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “You wish.”

Alessia’s grin widened, and for a moment, they were just two teammates, joking around on the field. But then, as they paused to catch their breath, the playful banter faded into something more comfortable—something softer.

“Hey,” Alessia said quietly, her tone shifting. “You’re doing great, you know. With all of this.”

Y/N glanced at her, surprised by the sincerity in her voice. “Thanks. It’s… not as easy as you make it look.”

Alessia shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not as easy as it looks for me either.”

There was something in her voice—something unspoken, something Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on. But before she could ask, Alessia turned and jogged back to the center of the field, calling for her to follow.

Y/N stared after her, her mind racing. There was more to this—more to Alessia—than she had realized.

---

That night, as Y/N lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, doubt gnawed at her. This whole fake relationship thing had seemed like a fun game at first, a way to spend more time with Alessia, even if it wasn’t real. But now… now it was starting to feel like something else. Something more complicated.

She couldn’t keep pretending that her feelings weren’t real. Not when every touch, every smile, every laugh sent her heart into overdrive. This wasn’t just a game anymore—not for her.

But what about Alessia?

Y/N sighed, rolling onto her side. What if Alessia never saw her that way? What if she was just playing along, keeping it casual, while Y/N fell deeper into something that wasn’t even real?

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she reached for it, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Alessia’s name on the screen.

---

Alessia - *You good? You seemed a little off today.*

Y/N hesitated before typing a response, her fingers hovering over the keys. She wanted to tell Alessia the truth, to admit how confused she was, how hard it was to keep pretending. But instead, she typed something safe.

Y/N -  *Yeah, just tired. Thanks for checking in.*

A few moments later, Alessia replied.

Alessia -  *No problem. Get some rest, yeah? We’ve got another big day tomorrow.*

Y/N smiled, despite the confusion still swirling in her chest. She turned off her phone and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.

But deep down, she knew this was only going to get harder.

[placeholder-mcd]

(Obligatory "I sound like I'm speaking objectively from authority but this is just my opinion and it's okay for you to like media I dislike for whatever reasons you may have")

Okay so like. while "the minecraft move trailer is so bad that it makes minecraft story mode look good in comparison" is both true and funny, can we please not start pretending that story mode is a well-crafted piece of media. as someone who has played through it multiple times (first when it originally came out and I was 12 and thought it was awesome, then later as an interactive Netflix experience with friends for so-bad-it's-good reasons) I feel pretty qualified to say it blows

Like, yes. There are so many things that MCSM got right that the movie apparently got wrong. But, like, they're all extremely common-sense things to get right -- like having the whole thing be animated, and maintaining a visual style that feels consistent with minecraft, and spending time with individual aspects of the minecraft experience that have their own communities (like redstone contraptions). that sense seems a little less common now that the movie trailer exists, but still, these are all bare minimum expectations of a piece of narrative-driven media set in Minecraft.

MCSM still completely fails, however, to have any compelling characters (RIP Reuben you were just as annoying as everyone else) or non-grating dialogue. The universe they depict isn't even well thought out! Like, okay, example:

Right off the bat, they make a big decision about how they're going to handle MCSM: they are not telling a story about people playing Minecraft the video game, but are instead depicting a universe where Minecraft is inhabited by a civilization of NPCs that have identical abilities to a player (aside from like, pausing the game or changing settings or what have you). This, in itself, is not a bad decision, but it puts the writers in a position where they need to conceptualize what is effectively a Minecraft AU. You're not playing survival mode or creative mode, you're playing Story mode. In this AU, humans exist in the minecraft world and have for a long time (centuries, at least?), they've built cities, they have language, etc. Imagine you're Jesse. Imagine you've grown up inside of Minecraft. Everyone is playing on hardcore, there is no respawning, and you live in a world filled with strange and dangerous creatures that seem hell-bent on killing you. Why the Fuck does anyone go out at night. Why isn't literally everyone combat-trained. Why is Jesse acting like he's never seen a Creeper before. Why is Petra the only member of the main party who knows how to craft a pickaxe.

At the build competition, the party is surprised that the reigning building team has a beacon. But nobody takes a second to actually investigate what that means. Did their team intentionally spawn and defeat a Wither? Doesn't that make them more badass and legendary than the order of the stone? Is there a black market for nether stars? (I think Petra is probably the one who gave them the beacon since she also trades Ivan a Wither skull. But like. Why isn't literally anyone else just going and doing what Petra does. Why aren't they impressed)

Ivan having access to a Command Block is also insane. Like, it has potential to be an extremely cool choice -- did Ivan find a way to break the fourth wall? Did he find an exploit in Minecrafts code that allowed him to obtain this? The command block has the power to just generate resources out of thin air. Ivan could actually use it to become a god and give himself creative mode. But okay, we can assume that the command block is just... Different, in the AU. Fine. It's a computing center / power core for the Wither Storm. Sure

But, like. I, even as an 11 year old, knew everything there was to know about minecraft when I played story mode (and, unlike the Movie, MCSM was actually attempting to appeal to the existing fanbase), so watching these characters who have lived for DECADES within the Minecraft universe just. Be helpless and completely clueless as to how the universe works? It makes me hate like all of them. I don't care about Jesse or Gabriel and if I actually had the freedom to perform the basic actions I could perform in Minecraft -- mining, building, and crafting -- I could use my game knowledge to pretty swiftly end the entire conflict at like any point in the story. And I'm not very good at video games. But I would expect a character who's been LIVING IN THE MINECRAFT WORLD TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT. BECAUSE THEY'D BE BETTER AT MINECRAFT THAN ANY OF US.

The whole thing is a contrived and buggy mess that feels like it was written by a Hollywood CEO who watched someone play the game for 30 minutes, looked up some basic information like how to beat the game and whether there's any in-game lore, and then riffed on that until a script outline was finished. The programmers, visual artists, and composers clearly did a ton of work to make MCSM feel like minecraft. And they did a good job -- clearly, a much better job than the Movie is going to do. But that doesn't change the fact that the Story -- the focal element advertised in the title -- completely misses the fucking mark and centers around a group of characters who are largely incompetent and stupid in an unfunny and uninteresting way. MCSM was a shitty cashgrab by telltale games and I am not apologizing to it.

[georgiapeach30513]

The One to Sacrifice, Part 5

Summary: who is Tanzy’s dad?

Pairings: Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  explicit language, mentions of abortion, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.1K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Pix,” coming back here was a mistake. You had no business coming back home, and having all these emotions bubbling up at the surface. So much was left undone, and it should have stayed that way.

“Pixie!” You just want to lay here on the ice, in the cold. You didn’t deserve the happiness that was right here. You’ve failed so many times with Tanzy. You kept her away from her family. And now you’re in a weird living hell.

“Pixie!!” Johnny was right when he said you were an ice princess. Without emotions. You weren’t meant to be a mom, and raise a kid. Your own biological parents gave you up for adoption, and you never got over that. You thought you could make a difference with Tanzy. It’s what she deserved, but what if you didn’t deserve her? What made you think you could raise a child? “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No,” you croak out. If anyone deserved to know the entire story, it was the man that is gently slapping at your face. Of all the things that’s happened in your life, you regret your time with him the least. Your secretive time that nobody knew about it. It was like he was yours, and you were his. How the hell did you get involved with both brothers’ friends? “Johnny, I’m fine.”

“You fainted in my arms, and you want me to believe you're fine?” It would be easier if he did. He could just pretend that whatever conversation was beginning to happen beforehand never actually happened. Even if Johnny wasn’t fully understanding, he’s curious about what is going on. Of course he is. “What did you eat today?”

“Uhh,” you blink your eyes open, and he still maintains a concerned look towards you. He doesn’t hate you. Never has. He’s never looked at you the way that Raleigh has; with so much disdain that you wonder if Raleigh was trying to parent you. Being older than you did not mean that you wanted someone in control of you, “I don’t…”

“Okay, lets get some food in you,” this man wants to take care of you before he hears your truth. He doesn’t have to be kind to you, but he always has been. You can even see the fear in his eyes, but he’s just worried about your well being. People never have seen Johnny like you have, “You can’t just refuse to eat, you know? You’re an athlete, you’re better than this.”

“Do you really think I’m an ice princess?” he sighs. Holding up a finger, he skates over to the bleachers, and pulls up his coat. Reaching into the pocket he grabs a protein bar, and comes back. Holding it out to you. “I don’t want that.”

“Then let's go round something up in the concession stand,” you didn’t want that either. “Pix, you’ve gotta eat, and we’ve gotta talk,” rolling your eyes, you take a bite of the bar, glaring at him. “You know I called you that when we were young because you were a figure skater.”

“Yeah, but I meant in life. Do you think I’m icy?”

He sighs again, staring at the bar, and you take another bite. It’s actually not bad. Not at all what you wanted, not that you knew what you wanted, but it wasn’t this. “I think you’re standoffish,” you gasp. That was rude. “Don’t play your stupid games with me. It’s not cute, and nobody has ever known you like I know you. You are standoffish. You’re cold to people, so people automatically think that’s who you are. But to me it’s a defense mechanism. When people actually get to know you,” he smirks, wiping his mouth, and you just know he’s about to be disgusting, “You’re quite warm.”

Not where you thought this was going to go. “I know I’m a douchebag, and I know that I make crude comments about us fucking, but if I’m honest, it was never just fucking,” you take another bite of the bar without being prompted. “I don’t think you and I were ever really in love, but you’re the closest I’ve ever felt that with.”

“You’re just saying that because of what you said earlier,” you’ve come to accept a long time ago that you just weren’t meant to be in a relationship.

“I’m not just saying that. But you know, at any moment you want to fill in some gaps, that’d be great. Having your boyfriend throw me up against a car, and choke me while telling me you were pregnant with my child wasn’t what I had on my bingo card for today.”

Your eyes go wide as you stare at him, “He did what? Oh my god, are you okay? What did he say? That wasn’t even his story to tell! It didn’t even include him! Oh my god!”

“Don’t exert all your energy just yet, I was being a bit dramatic. He did punch me, he did push up against the car, and he did tell me about you being pregnant. I came to some conclusions myself, and I’d really like it if you put me out of my misery here, Pix. God, my mind has been putting together so many fucking scenarios here, and I want to listen, so please just talk.”

You exhale slowly. You’ve kept so many secrets for so long. Kept them locked away from everyone. Only Mike ever knew the truth. “So I was pregnant.”

“Gathered as much. Can — ummm,” he breathes deeply, looking away from you for a brief second to gather his thoughts. Careful not to say anything that will hurt you, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t want a kid. You were going back on the road with the Bruins, and…” he didn’t explicitly say he didn’t want a kid, but the idea of having a child with Johnny while he lived his dream, and you became just a mom made you sick to your stomach.

“You were carrying my child,” his eyes are so soft as he stares at you. “I — I don’t,” he gulps, his hand running on the back of his neck. “I don’t know what I would have done,” the look in his eyes stings. He didn’t have any time to think about what he would have done, and now he’s an adult.

“You would have gone back to your team,” he shakes his head no, licking his lips. “Yes, you would have. And I was going to train for the Olympics. You had your life, and I had mine,” Johnny is silent for a few moments, and you allow him the quiet. He’s waiting, and you’d rather he just ask questions. It’s hard to talk about all of this. You were supposed to have kept it buried.

“When Mike called me…?”

“I asked him not to do that. He was disappointed in me. Told me I was throwing my dreams away, and everything I worked for. But he was pissed at you because you were the older one. The more experienced one. The one who should have known better,” Johnny knows he should have done better. He should have been more careful, but he didn’t want to. Not with you, and it doesn’t even make sense. But he didn’t want to be careful.

“But I lost a friend, and I wasn’t even sure why. And He came back around after Tanzy was born,” you nod your head, smiling at him for the first time. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“Because you’re very confused.”

“Yeah, you could say that. I just found out while someone was asserting their dominance over you that I got you pregnant. It wasn’t from your lips. It was that stupid asshole’s. Yes, Raleigh Becket is an asshole when it comes to you. He thinks he owns you,” Johnny isn’t wrong.

“If I remember correctly, you did, too,” he groans, shaking his head. “Yeah, you always would ask me, who owns this pussy,” Johnny smirks, and you don’t hate it. That bit of friendship that you two created is still there, “It was to be our secret.”

“You could have been honest,” honest with sleeping with Johnny while dating Raleigh? You’re sure that would go over well with your family. A mess. Your life is a mess.

“But you didn’t want me to. With Raleigh I was always out in the open with him. Everyone knew he was sneaking into my bedroom every night,” one of the many things that Mike hated the most.

“Yeah, and you still were fucking me,” his nostril flares. Clearly he doesn’t like talking about Raleigh, but he brought him up. “Did he ever eat you out, with my cum still inside of you?” Pig. “He did, didn’t he? How did he like it?” You can see it in his eyes, he likes to think about Raleigh getting his sloppy seconds. Or maybe he’s just pissed that Raleigh had you at all.

“You’re getting off course here.”

“Who is Tanzy’s father?” You look at the ice, refusing to meet his eyes. “I see. So Tanzy’s my daughter?” Answering that should be easier than it feels. There’s a deep pit in your stomach with having to answer that.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head. “She’s Mike Weiss’ daughter.”

“No, she’s not!”

“Yes, she is!”

“Pix.”

“Johnny.”

“Tell me the truth,” his voice softens again. He wants Tanzy to be his. You could only imagine that it’s because he would have something that Raleigh didn’t have. But instead he should be happy that a piece of Mike is still with you.

“I am! Tanzy is Mike’s daughter. You want a fucking DNA test? Yeah, things got crosswired with your way of thinking, but I never had a baby. I had a fucking abortion!” The word hangs in the air heavily. Johnny can’t even look you in the eyes anymore, and that hurts more than anything. “Oh, you don’t want to talk now? Don’t want to actually look at me? I terminated the pregnancy because you went back to your team, and I was supposed to start training. But you know what? I didn’t mentally recover from that, and this crackhead shows up at our apartment and tells Mike she’s pregnant, about to give birth, and he can either take full sole custody of the baby, or she’s going up for adoption. So Mike stepped up when…”

“I couldn’t?” That isn’t what you were going to say. That isn’t what you meant. “You never even gave me a choice.”

“Because you didn’t want a child. I overheard you bragging to Raleigh about how you couldn’t wait to get back to the city so you could fuck whatever slut you wanted. So what was I? Not a slut enough for you? The day that I fucking found out I was pregnant, you’re bragging to my boyfriend about how you wanted to fuck everyone. I was nothing but a conquest and a hole for you. I had a dream, and I had goals, and you didn’t care. I would have given them up for you and our child, but sluts were more important to you. I made a rash decision. And I hated it. And then this beautiful baby came into my life, and yeah, she was fulfilling something. But I never gave birth to Tanzy, and that is the goddamn truth. Now take me home.”

Johnny sighs as he looks at you. You’re fuming, but not lying. All these years, and you never said anything. No one knew anything except Mike. He was always the one that knew the truth. You hate talking about that, so it’s easier to keep it inside of you, “Why did you come back?”

“Because I couldn’t afford to give her the life that she deserved. I failed my niece, and your goddaughter,” you tried and tried so hard, but having no help from him especially, wasn’t easy.

“I could have helped.”

Of course he could have, but he never offered. He knew what he signed up for when he agreed to be her godfather. He never reached out. Never thanked you for the photos you sent him. Never asked about her. It was ‘too painful’. Anyone who wanted to deny that Mike was her father is an idiot. She had his exact eye color. She didn’t look anything like you, and of course not, you’re not biologically related to Mike.

“But you didn’t help. So here I am, starting my life over again. I put my life on hold for her. I didn’t live my Olympic dreams after all. I did become a mother in ways, even though I said I wasn’t ready. I didn’t go out and date. I worked, and I took care of her. And then I come back here, and you and Raleigh both are here, annoying me, and confusing my brain. While trying to show off who is man enough, and Tanzy is what matters.”

“And what about you?” What about you? What did you matter in this equation? Tanzy didn’t ask for this life. Didn’t ask for her father to die before she could cohesively create memories about him. You’d put your life on the back burner. “Pix, you’ve stopped living. Let — let me help,” now he wants to help? There’s probably a catch. He wants to go out on a date, wants you to quit talking to Raleigh. “I don’t want anything in return. But I did sign up to take care of her.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” even though you should. Pride always manages to get in the way.

“I’m telling you this is what I’m going to do. It’s a reset for all of us,” is he trying to make an instant family? That’s not what you want. You don’t want a relationship with him. You don’t want anything from anybody. “Can I ask you something without you getting angry?”

“Depends,” usually asking a question like that is because he’s going to say something that will make you angry, or should make you angry.

“I don’t like Raleigh.”

“That’s not a question. And you don’t like him, or you don’t like him for me?”

“He’s telling me your business, when it should have been you or nobody. He’s so angry because I had you first. He’s turned into an animal to let me know that you're his. I don’t want to tell you what to do, and maybe our time has finally passed, but I don’t think he’s right for you,” he’s not wrong. But why do you feel nothing?

“You’re asking me to break up with him,” you don’t even ask, that’s clearly what he wants from you. And you’re neutral about it all. You don’t have to be with Raleigh, or anybody for that matter. It doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel wrong.

“I just don’t want you to settle with the first man that comes to your doorstep, and you feel like you owe him a relationship. You don’t. Or me, or any man. You owe yourself a relationship with you,” he nods, and extends a hand down for you. “You think you’re fooling people, Pix, but the ones that really see you, they know just how much you’re drowning. As much as I don’t like Raleigh, he doesn’t deserve the bare minimum from you. Either be with him, or be alone, and enjoy the people here giving you time to discover yourself again.”

You stare at his hand for a few breaths, before taking it, and pulling yourself up. The hunger is finally hitting you, and you want a feast of a meal. But that is a silent hum compared to words that Johnny just told you. “Nobody’s ever said something so nice to me.”

“I’m not a monster. I just see you.”

“Thank you,” you don’t want to go into it too much. But you are thankful that someone is seeing you. Someone is paying attention to your lack of emotions. Your tendency to go along with what people say or ask of you because you don’t want them disappointed is finally catching up with you. A people pleaser to a fault. But when do you start pleasing yourself?

“Aunt Pixie?” You hum, letting Tanzy know you heard her. You keep brushing her hair, and she looks down at the pond watching Frank and Raleigh skate around. She turns around quickly, smiling at you when Raleigh stops skating to glance up at you and Tanzy. “He’s smiling at you.”

“He should be paying attention to Frank,” your brother roughly shoulders Raleigh, and you don’t react. Today has been — enlightening, especially concerning him.

“You don’t seem happy,” happy is a relative term. You’re confused, to put it mildly. Raleigh attacked Johnny for no reason. Used anger from something that happened nearly a decade ago. You’re sure it was to defend your honor or something stupid, and you didn’t ask him to. You didn’t ask him to open his mouth to Johnny, even if now you’re happy he did.

“I’m tired,” you finish tying her hair into a braid before standing up, and walking to her bed. Flopping back on it as you stare up at the ceiling. Complicated didn’t even begin to explain the mess of your life the moment your car broke down.

“What did you and Johnny talk about?” She asks, joining you on the bed. Both of you splayed out on your back. Mike’s room still looks the same as it did while he was in high school. Simpler times before puberty hit you. And Raleigh noticed you, but you noticed Johnny more.

“We talked about your dad, and how Johnny wants to be a part of your life,” not just a part of it, he wanted to have time with her. And you. That was unexpected. He didn’t want to overwhelm Tanzy while creating a relationship with her.

“You know my teachers at school all asked if you were my mom,” turning to your side, you smile at your niece. She’s beautiful, and every bit as cool as you hoped she would be. Smart. Kind. Funny like Mike. “Sometimes I’d just tell them that you are because it’s easier. And you are kinda like my mom. There’s more pictures of me with you than dad.”

“He loved you, Tanz. Your dad was a busy man,” she nods, and points at the window. “What?”

“How do you know you’re in love?”

“Oh,” sitting up in the bed, you are faced with a picture of your twin brothers, each of their best friends, and some other guy on the high school team. The captain of that year. They had to be freshman in high school then. All four of them tiny. You wouldn’t have even in middle school. “I don’t know,” you’re not sure you’ve ever felt love or loved. You have felt smothered. And you’ve also felt cherished, but never loved.

“So you don’t love Raleigh?” You don’t know. You didn’t love him the way he wanted you to. “It’s just you dated him before, and you’re dating him now, I think, and you still don’t know?” What a funny thing to say. “Do you think things will be different between the two of you?”

How are you supposed to know that? You couldn’t say that things would be different or the same. What you could say is that you didn’t like Raleigh saying any of what you told him in confidence to Johnny. He created a bigger issue than it needed to be, and yes, you feel better getting that off your chest, but Raleigh told Johnny your story. Yours. Not his. He made all these things run through Johnny’s head that wasn’t necessary in the least.

“He just never left here,” you glance towards her, crinkling your nose. You didn’t know what that had to do with anything. “He’s always just been here. And in the stories, love is easy. It’s just something you know. Does he make you feel all giggly inside?”

“I think you need to go to bed,” no. He didn’t.

“I think you don’t want to be honest with me,” no, you just aren’t sure you were ready to be honest with yourself, which is even scarier. You didn't come here to find love or to try again with Raleigh. You came here to give Tanzy a chance. You wanted her to know her family. You wanted her to see you not struggling. And what have you done? You jumped right back in with Raleigh.

There’s a part of you that wonders if you had sex with him out of pity. That you almost felt sorry for him because you gave to Johnny freely. Over and over again. You wanted Johnny so bad then. But you didn’t love him, you didn’t even love Raleigh. But there was a lust you felt for Johnny. An ease that he didn’t make you feel like you had to do anything for him. You just felt comfortable, so you did.

“It’s okay if you don’t love Raleigh,” she’s right. For a kid, she’s so right. You don’t have to love anyone. Not at least until you knew how you felt. You need a job. You need to be self-sufficient. You need to learn to love yourself.

“Has anyone told you that you’re a smart little girl?”

“You do,” no matter what, you know that you have her, and she will always have you. She is your everything. What happened all those years ago might not have made sense, but now they do. Had you not made your decision, you would have had two children. You might not love Tanzy as much as you do now. You might not have time for her, and your child. You’d have to choose between the two.

There are times that it hurts, and you’re sure it always will. But seeing Tanzy now, and the relationship that you have, you can’t imagine the dynamic with another human involved. Would you even love Tanzy the way that you do now? It’s hard to even think about that.

You send Raleigh a quick text about how you’re tired, and going on to bed. You hope he understands that you just don’t want company. You have to think. Think about all your options, and what your plans are. And you do want to stay here, and that means you have to make preparations. You need a job. You want another place for you and Tanzy to live, and not live here with your parents. And you want to breathe without some man trying to shove his cock into you.

Writing down your list, you smile. Feeling like you’re accomplishing something. And all on your own. If you have to set aside your personal wants for a while, it’ll be okay. It will be okay to focus on you. You now have more help than ever with Tanzy, and while Johnny is still here, he wants to spend time with her. You’ll be fine. More importantly, she’ll be fine.

“Have you ever served alcohol before?” Legally, no. But a potential future employer did not need to know about your underage party day. Only the one, and it was enough. You shake your head no. Truth be told, a rusty old worn out dive bar wasn’t your first choice for jobs, but it had hours that would work for you. Plus there was the prospect of good tips.

“Have you at least poured beer?”

“Oh, yeah. Plenty of times,” that was a very stupid thing to say, “Not that I’m an alcoholic. I don’t drink. I’m a figure skater, and…”

“I don’t care. Most everyone here just drinks beer. You’ll have the occasional one asking for a cocktail, or a shot. I don’t care if you make something up, or there’s a menu under the bar,” he stands up to leave, and you sit staring up at him a moment. What did that mean? This tells you nothing. “You can call me Ray. Not Ray Ray, not Rae with an E,” did that honestly make any difference when speaking?

“So I got the job?” He purses his lips, narrowing his eyes at you, but nods.

“You’re willing to work weekends. There's a bunch of lazy sons of bitches that just want to sit at the bar, and drink all weekend, and they don’t want to work,” got it. You’re hired by default. “Just — keep the bar clean. The dining area always looks like shit come morning, but it’s a dive bar. Nobody expects much. Grab an apron, and get out on the floor.”

What did he just say? Start immediately? “Um, can I — you see I got a kid, and, well.”

“The weekends aren’t necessarily a place for a kid,” he deadpans, and that’s not what you were doing. You were going to ask your parents, and then Johnny if they would like to watch her until you arrived home. “We good?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m just needing to make sure that my parents or her godfather can have her until I’m off,” you cringe, unsure why.

“No baby daddy in the picture?”

“I didn’t birth my kid. She’s my niece,” Ray makes a giant O with his mouth, and you hold up a finger, “Just give me a moment to let everyone know I’ll be home late tonight.”

“Good. Then get your ass an apron, and get behind the bar. I can curse, right?” You nod your head. It didn’t really bother you. Ray could be harsh, but he did seem to value what you think.

You hate this. How many beers can a small town drink? A lot is the answer. You didn’t even know who all these people are, or where they came from. They just keep flooding in here, and they’ve got to be a pool of beer at this point. Where is it going? How can they drink so much beer?

Using your hand, you wipe the sweat off the back of your forehead. Getting one second of a break, you’re sure. They’re all satiated for the moment. You talked a few into getting a pitcher so they would leave you alone. You weren’t aware that you were the only bartender tonight. No wonder Ray was so quick to let you start right away, he didn’t want to do this. He needed you.

You rest both your hands on your hips, and accidentally glare at the only person at the bar. He gives you a big smile before popping a peanut in his mouth. “You look stressed.”

You’ve never been the most expressive of people, but the way that man laughs tells you that your face is not nice towards him. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend you.”

“What do you want?” Okay, that was a bit harsh. But you’re tired, and hot, and sweaty, and he’s smiling at you.

“A name.”

“Budweiser? Sam Adams? Coors?” He smiles again, raising his brows. “Natural Ice it is,” you aren’t playing games with patrons. No matter if this one is kind of cute in an unkempt way.

“I was thinking more of sex on the beach,” you twist around and glare at him again. “Please?” He’s not serious.

“There’s not any beaches here.”

“Oh, this wasn’t an invitation. I would very much like a sex on the beach. That has to be vastly different from the cheap beer you've been funneling to everyone,” sex on the beach. That consists of liquor. Yes, that is a start. You aren’t going to give this man the satisfaction that you have no idea how to make that.

Beach. Tropical. Pineapple juice. That would be under the bar in the fridge. You pull up a can of juice, and the man makes an annoying buzzer sound, and you’re back to glaring at him. “It doesn’t have pineapple juice in it.”

“Mine does,” he shrugs, continuing to watch you. He knows you’re winging it, but you won’t admit defeat. Beach. Water. Blue. You reach back into the fridge, fiddling around for anything to make this drink blue before just starting to pour a few other things in there. Lots of alcohol, so he’ll be too intoxicated to talk to you anymore.

You slide a cup of something that resembles a sickly green to him, and he stares at it. Doesn’t move. Just dips his chin down to look at the ugly thing. He picks the cup up, holding it in the light. Truly studying this weird concoction that you’ve made. “Is it supposed to be that color?”

“Yes. It’s a secret recipe. Drink it,” He takes a gulp, when it should have been a sip, and holds the drink in his mouth. The look on his face is ghastly when he finally is able to swallow it. And you smirk, seeing if he’s going to humor you with how terrible it has to taste, “It’s good, huh?”

“It’s definitely got alcohol in there,” ouch. You keep your chin up, and there’s something on his face that shifts, and he takes another drink. Struggling to swallow another tiny sip. “I’ve had worse.”

“The octave of your voice is suggesting you haven’t,” his voice pitched up, and whined. he’s a terrible liar.

“Maybe you put in too much alcohol.”

You breathe in deeply. Centering yourself because you can do better. “Sex on the beach isn’t my specialty. Give me something else,” anything. You’re going to try again. Plus, he’s been the only one that has actually talked to you, besides demanding more beer.

“A Sam Adams.”

“No!” Your shoulders wiggle around, and his smile returns. It’s a nice smile. “Give me a cocktail.”

“Mimosa.”

“You’re going easy on me,” you have had that at brunch a few times, and know exactly how to make one. Two ingredients is not hard.

The man places another peanut in his mouth, and gives you the most mischievous smile, “A porn star.”

“That’s made up.”

“It’s not. But what about a buttery nipple? Cherry popper? Pink panty pulldown?” He’s being crude now. Trying to make you squirm, and on your first day of work. Who did he think he was?

Thankfully everyone is still preoccupied, but he’s being nonsensical. “I feel you’re mocking me.”

“These are all cocktails,” you look around, noticing Ray is still in his office, so you pull your phone out. Searching to make sure that each and every one of these were real. What is wrong with people? “You want Irish cream and butterscotch schnapps?”

“No, I was trying to get you to smile, and talk to me. A Sam Adams would be delightful,” no, now you have to make him another drink. He brought it up.

“Oh, no. You’re getting a cocktail, and you’re going to drink every bit of it. And I’m calling it The Annoying Man at the Bar.”

“Aww, that cuts me very deeply. Why am I so annoying?” He likes those stupid peanuts a bit too much. This is why you shouldn’t be making cocktails, you don’t even know what some of this stuff is. You’re just going to mix a bunch of things together.

“You came in here being difficult, and then tell me that you want a beer,” he smiles again, and you have no intentions of falling for it, but you can admit he’s nice to look at.

“I guess my flirting is really off these days.”

“Not interested,” and it has nothing to do with Raleigh. You’re more attracted to this man than your not boyfriend. Boyfriend? No. He’s not your boyfriend. He was a fling. And now you’re all about you. This man at the bar can’t come into your life. You haven’t got the time.

“Wow. My flirting is really off then. Usually I win people over with my charming smile,” you aren’t going to tell him that his smile is in fact charming. But what’s even more charming is how he doesn’t truly care what he’s dressed like. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt in the middle of winter is definitely a choice. “You won’t even give me your name.”

“Pixie!” You groan, turning to the side of the bar as Johnny jogs up. “I came by to tell you that Tanzy is asleep, so your parents told me to just leave. However, we played four rounds of Uno, and she beat me three times. I didn’t let her. She did it on her own. We’ve got a cool kid. Anyways, call me when you leave here and when you make it home. Practice tomorrow morning! Don’t stay out too late,” he leaves without letting you get any word in.

Johnny is a lot of things, but he does want a relationship with Tanzy, so that makes him your best friend currently. Nothing romantic at all. Hearing him brag about Tanzy warms up your belly. You’ve been the one that’s raising her, so it feels good to know he thinks she’s cool. “So you won’t give me your name because you got a husband? Baby daddy?” You’re back to looking at the stranger, and shaking your head no. “So Storm is just what?”

“You know Johnny?”

“Hell, everyone knows Johnny. He’s a bit more than a local legend, huh?” He looks out to the distance, and while you should let this conversation fizzle out, you don’t want it to. You pour another pitcher for a table, and return to look at him. He looks haunted by something.

“What?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you while you wipe down the bar.

“Johnny is just the godfather to my niece. We’re not involved,” anymore.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to think that you’re taken. Which means you are available, but you’re playing hard to get,” what? No. You’re working. He drinking and talking. And while you might like it, you’re a single Pringle by choice.

“No.”

“No?” He dramatically acts like he’s thinking. Putting his chin in his hand, and taps on his temple. “No, you’re not available, or no, you’re not playing hard to get?” You shrug. You aren’t really sure how to respond to that. You didn’t think you were playing hard to get because you didn’t want to be gotten. And you also don’t think that you’re taken. Raleigh is a friend that you had sex with, and you don’t want to make that mistake again.

“I feel we’re going in circles here.”

“I feel you need to try the Annoying Man at the Bar drink.”

“I’d rather not. Not if it’s going to taste like your sex on the beach,” you roll your eyes, pushing the drink over to him. “If I drink this can I get the Sam Adams?” Without responding you fetch him a pint. “Mmm, this is delicious.”

“I can't tell if you’re being honest or truthful here.”

“No, seriously. This is the best thing I’ve ever drank,” he’s lying. But you do enjoy him making himself drink the orangey pink mixture. “Can I have that beer, along with a name, Pixie?” Johnny had to say your name. Your name that everyone called you. Now it’s going to stick with you.

You hand him the beer, and lean onto the bar right in front of him, “What’s the deal with the name?”

“It’s a nickname my brothers gave me. I was always so much smaller than them. And while they played hockey, I skated,” and they were overly protective of you, especially Mike. And still somehow you and Johnny were able to sneak around.

“They play hockey?”

“Everybody plays hockey here. So what’s your story? Wanted to go pro, but it’s a lot harder than you thought?”

“Something like that,” he smirks, shaking his head. He takes a long drink of his beer, cleansing his palette. “So what’s your story, wanted to go to the Olympics?”

“Something like that,” you know there’s more to this man than he’s willing to let on. But he’s just going to be a patron. You weren’t going to get involved. You didn’t want a name. Didn’t want to know anything about him. You’re just going to serve him beer.

“My name is Frank, by the way,” ugh. You didn’t want his name. “Now we’re not strangers anymore, Pixie.”

“Guess we’re not,” and you guess that you’re going to have to figure out your feelings and emotions when they’re rushing past you. but there’s something comfortable with Frank. Easy. Enjoyable. But he’s just a patron.

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Devotion’s Fall (Teaser)

Brief: While living may not be as easy and comfortable as many, it was just fine to Y/n. Resigning herself to the circumstances, she’s come to accept her life and the future. When assisting a friend in attending the annual party of the kingdom’s prized royalty in finding their final soulmate for the first time, she expects a few days of playing pretend of what she wishes to be. But one should always be careful with the words you speak into the world.

Word Count: 993

Warnings: moderate injury, yandere (you know the drill), controlling behavior

A/N: Would you believe me if I said this was supposed to be finished in March? Btw Italics are not being spoken out loud! It’s in her head that’s all. Anyways, feel free to message me (￣∇￣)

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Keep moving.

That’s all she could think of as she navigated through the dense forest that surrounded the kingdom’s domain. Seeking safety was top priority even if it brought her further away from a place she almost called home. 

Dodging the various roots and vines of the forest floor had taken a toll on her bare feet. There was no time to care about something as simple as shoes when there was rarely a moment of opportunity for this getaway. Deluded were she, to ignore the signs and fall victim to their sweet nothings and reassurances. There had to be a catch. It was stark in hindsight.

Lungs has since yelled for her user to stop for a simple break, but that’s too much of a luxury to afford for the situation, let alone being in a simple nightgown. The alarm bells keep the adrenaline pumping, knowing you only had a small headstart. You can hear the storming footsteps behind you even on this stormy night. The thunder unable to drown out those sent after you–those coming after you themselves. They’re getting too close for comfort.

“Find her now! If you come back without her you’ll have bigger problems to deal with than finding a mere human.” 

“We’re tired of this game of cat and mouse love.”

“It’s too dangerous outside for you— stop running.” 

There it was. Those damned commands they started using within you. Their blood is the cause of this. The entire connection is cursed. Why had she been chosen for not just one, but eight creatures that have sought not just her heart, but her unconditional love and obedience. 

Fighting the command with all her might slowed down her pace, a splitting headache begins in dismay of her disobeying. I will listen to you no more.

Being within a 50 mile radius of just one of them— let alone the eight of them— was more dangerous than the outside world. It’s sunshine and rainbows compared to them. With that thought, she attempts to speed up once again, only to trip on a slippery root infront of her beyond the kingdom’s wall. While the rain did aid in masking her scent with its downpour, it came to be her downfall when traversing haphazardly. It mocks her really. To know that you’re so close to being free from their jurisdiction, but even then there’s only one question: what happens? She laughs to herself at the thought. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or she’s losing it completely, but what’s to stop their pursuit even after fleeing the kingdom. They’ve proven to know no bounds when it comes to getting their way. Manipulation. Lies. Murder. It’s nothing new.

Groaning from the fall and newly acquired bruises, she attempts to get up again only to give out as another command is forced through. “Stop Now.” 

Everything begins to hurt as you try to resist again, but it’s futile. Finally, with her knees to the grown and head hung, she stops. 

Things never went accordingly. From your failure in aiding your friend in being chosen all the way to the hell that was to come as being the “missing piece” in this kingdom’s royal bloodline. It’s a curse. She doesn’t know who she wronged in life to be given such circumstances, but they succeeded in making her life miserable and seemingly temporary.

This was never her wish. Her words were twisted from a mere joke. It just goes to show how a person should always be careful with what they put out into the world. She can hear the gods laughing at her.

“Surround the area, I’m approaching!” Not like I can move.

She knows she won’t be let off easily this time being caught. Feigning innocence isn’t possible in this situation when knowingly disobeying the commands of her lovers— the king and his seven princes. The very beings responsible for the well-being of the kingdom and its prosperity.

Beings that promised when they found their missing bond, would they cherish and take care of them wholeheartedly. They’d know nothing except leisure and comfort as they delivered on their word of giving them the love they deserved. Thinking back, is this what she deserved? Tension, anger, exhaustion, skittish, helplessness—all things you’ve felt since your life had been uprooted from its natural continuance of a humble life.

“What did I deserve?” She spoke to no one.

Death seems to be the only way out from here. Her humanity a reminder that she still has something against them—something she can proudly claim. A way out. Maybe she should’ve been one of the many men and women throwing themselves at them. It looks like they got the better end of the stick with just dealing with rejection rather than this. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, she brings her knees to her chest slowly so as to not disturb her injury and rests her forehead atop her knees. The rain still pelting around her seemed to mask the approaching footsteps, or maybe she just didn’t care anymore. There’s no time to decide which one it is when said figure crouches beside her and places a hand on her shoulder.

“Did you finish your little adventure?”

Yeosang. It wasn’t said aloud, either to let the others into the conversation through their connection or because he knew she wouldn’t reply verbally. She didn’t care.

Met by silence, Yeosang sighs before repositioning himself to lift up his prize as the fragile princess he believes she is. The trek back wouldn’t take too long for him even with her in his arms.

“As much as we love you, you know the others will not let this go so easily,” he said out loud knowing it didn’t matter if there was a reply. Effective enough, the threat alone made her shiver because she knew what was waiting for her back in the castle would be the final descent into madness they’d want. Full compliance.

Their heaven, her soon to be hell.

[thegettingbyp2]

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You spent the next couple of weeks avoiding Billy at every opportunity. If you saw him walking in your direction, you’d turn the other way, if he was playing poker in the bar when you left, you quickly left again before he was able to notice you.

The only thing was that Billy was noticing all of these things.

After Billy had left your place a few weeks ago, he’d felt confused, guilty even. Seeing the slightly hurt expression on your face when he was leaving was seared into his mind; he’d left you when you were at your most vulnerable. You were laying naked on your sofa and he hadn’t even bothered to check if you were okay before he practically stormed out.

He’d even begun to miss the way the two of you would argue whenever you saw each other on the streets. He was missing the way you’d grin at him whenever you’d see him, ready to antagonise him even more. It wasn’t until he was playing poker in the bar one evening and he noticed you sitting a few tables away that he realised that he’d actually begun to miss you.

You were sitting at a table that was tucked away in the corner, reading your book, so you didn’t see Billy sitting at one of the other tables and Billy used that to his advantage. He quickly and quietly excused himself from the game before standing up and making his way over to your table, smirking when you didn’t even notice him when he standing in front of you, your head still buried in your book.

‘You’ve been avoiding me,’ he said, snapping you away from your book and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

‘No, I haven’t,’ you reply instantly, closing your book and making to stand up. ‘I need to go.’

‘You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re avoiding me,’ Billy said, pushing you back down into the seat and sitting in the chair opposite you, taking his hat off and setting it on the table before looking at you.

‘I told you I’m not - ’

‘Stop lying.’

You just looked at him before setting your book back down on the table. ‘You want to know why I’m avoiding you? Fine. I’m avoiding you because you slept with me, fucked me with your gun,’ you said, lowering your voice, ‘and made me cum multiple times and then you just got up, looked at me like I was nothing and walked away, leaving me feeling like absolute crap. So that’s why I’m avoiding you. I was stupid enough to sleep with you and feel something for you and you just walked all over me.’

Another wave of guilt washed over Billy as you spoke and you watched as his expression change into something resembling pity when he saw a tear spill from your eye and slip down your cheek. ‘(Y/N), I didn’t mean to - ’

‘You know what? It’s fine,’ you said dismissively, standing up and harshly wiping the tear from your cheek. ‘It’s my fault for feeling something for you when there’s clearly nothing there. I mean, that’s why you came into my place that night right? Because I teased you about being in love with me. You were proving me wrong. It’s fine.’ Picking up your book, you quickly walked out of the bar and headed home.

Billy got up as soon as you left, running out of the bar and chasing after you, calling your name. When he finally caught up to you, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you both to a stop. ‘Would you just wait a minute and let me explain?!’

‘There isn’t anything to explain!’ you exclaimed, spinning round to face him, tears now streaming down your face as you looked at him.

‘You really think that I would have fucked you if I hated you?’ he asked quietly, his grip not loosening on your wrist. ‘I don’t hate you, (Y/N), I never did. The first day I saw you, I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen but I didn’t say or do anything because I was scared that you’d recognise the wanted posters and turn me in. So, I started trying to ignore you and then it became easier for me to pretend that I hated you.’

‘Wait, what do you mean?’ you began, only to be cut off by Billy hands on your cheeks and his lips crashing onto yours. You were aware of the salty taste of your tears on your lips, but that was quickly erased when you felt Billy’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip begging for entrance. You deepened the kiss and Billy’s arms moved from your face to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. You only broke the kiss when you needed to come up for air but before you could pull away fully, Billy pressed one more gentle kiss to your lips.

‘The other week, I kept telling you that if I was in love with you, there was a load of stuff that I wouldn’t do,’ he began, using one of his hands to make you look at him while he spoke. ‘But what I didn’t say to you was that if I was in love with you, I would do this,’ he said before leaning down to gently kiss you again.

[formosusiniquis]

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Thank you @paperbackribs who tagged me last week, I saw it while I was in class and immediately forgot until I saw people posting their things today. But I'm always excited to share my current brainworms

This is a scene from a fic that I pick at every now and then, so it's basically always on the brain. It started as something about Lucas and Steve and trying to explain away the slight anachronism of Steve (popular and rich) being in Nikes before Jordan made them cool (thank you Air) and it has turned into something much more about Lucas and also his Mom relating through a shared love of basketball and Steve is also there.

It’s a Friday night after the end of the world, and strangely Lucas is at a basketball game.

Or maybe it’s only strange because it’s so normal.

A Friday night in a small town and there isn’t much to do except support the home team. Only Mom won’t watch football, she calls it barbaric, so she reserves all her team spirit for November when basketball season starts. Lucas’ skin itches a little under the Hawkins Tigers shirt he’s wearing, as he’s pretending to be normal when a couple weeks ago he learned monsters were real. What can he do though? Mrs. Byers has Will on house arrest, Mike is still mourning Eleven, and Dustin hasn’t been allowed out since Will’s Lazarus act.

Maybe he’s being too sensitive. Steve is here, who Lucas mostly knows from Mike complaining about being Nancy’s stupid boyfriend. Steve is playing like everything is fine, even though Lucas knows Steve knows. He heard whispering about it with Nancy when he went to the bathroom the last time he was at Mike’s. But Steve is smiling as he paces down the court. Miles better than the other players around him, when Steve has the ball Lucas feels like he does when he’s watching a real basketball game on the couch with his Mom.

If Steve can act like things are normal. If he can sink three pointer after rebound after assist, maybe it’s okay that Lucas is wearing his Tiger green. He floats down the court and everyone cheers. But no one cheers right. When #21 Hagan gets a rebound off of Seymour’s best player, a girl’s voice screams so loud it makes his throat hurt. No one cheers that way for Steve. It’s just excitement for the game, not for him and the way he is playing.

When the game ends, Hawkins 73: Seymour 42, and the crowd storms the court Lucas stands by his Mom in the bleachers. She hates feeling the push of the crowd against her and as he gets older, and people’s hands get rougher, he’s starting to understand. He’s too old to be caught standing by his Mom though. After everything, he knows better than to move too far away from her; going to the game with your Mom is one thing, being the kid getting called out over the intercom because she can’t find you would be life ruining.

Lucas watches the thinning crowd while he waits. Parents and girlfriends crowding their sweaty players. He doesn’t want to get caught looking at any of those boys for too long now that they aren’t playing. He isn’t sure why. So he keeps looking for something familiar.

Steve is standing beside a short, dark haired man who’s got what his father calls a beer gut. He doesn’t look anything like Steve, but he’s also the only adult anywhere near him. He’s the only person at all that’s really near Steve. They’re talking excitedly about something. He claps Steve on the back and whatever he says next has Steve looking down toward the floor.

“Is that Steve’s dad?” he asks his mom before thinking about why that might be a weird question to ask her.

“Who?” The way she says it makes him sure she hadn’t actually heard the question. She’d caught a name, when he interrupted her conversation with the lady next to them, but not enough to answer. It’s a free chance to drop the issue. To say sorry, never mind, and go back to watching people move on the floor below them.

“That guy,” she slaps his hand down as he goes to point. “The guy next to Steve, number 8, is that his dad?”

“How do you know him?” The question, instead of an answer, startles him enough that he looks at her instead of Steve. Stern, he knows he doesn’t want to lie to her, but he also isn’t sure how to say that this random high school boy saved two of his best friends’ older siblings' lives.

“He’s Nancy’s boyfriend. Mike talks about him.”

If he’d just waited. He would have gotten his question answered without asking Mom. They both watch as that man says one more thing to Steve, shakes his hand, and walks out of the gym. “I don’t see Nancy here.” Because they both know he doesn’t really need his other question answered anymore.

“I don’t think she really likes sports.”

Mom sucks her teeth, a judgmental tchk that has heat climbing the back of his neck when it's not even for him. "Well that's a shame, he's a good player." There's finally enough space on the floor that they could leave. He wants, desperately, for them to just go cause something about this conversation is making him feel guilty again. "Do you want to to say hi?"

There's nothing he wants less than that. Lucas thinks if he has to go up to this guy, who went toe to toe with a monster, while his mom trails behind he'll die. Lucas thinks if he says hi to a guy who has only seen him maybe twice in the context of Mike Wheeler's house, and has to sit there while Steve blankly accepts his congrats he'll melt into the floor.

"Can we just go home? I still have homework."

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[dapperhannah]

Feeling Human Again (part 1)

Chan x Reader

Chan's been too invested in working on music that he's neglected almost everything. You are over waiting for him to finish and take matters into your own hands. Until he takes them into his.

content warning (this chapter but probably the next one): sex, oral, dirty talk, subxdom, please dont ever read this chan or i will jump into the moon

Somehow it had never gotten easier on Chan's studio days. He warned you off the bat that he was almost completely unreachable.

"I really focus on those days, babe. I need you to know it's kinda like I drop off the face of the earth for 12 hours."

"I'll be fine! I'll just text Felix to give me attention. He's pretty good at keeping me entertained with goofy videos or coming over to play games."

But when deadlines would get closer and closer, almost everyday was a studio day. A week would go by with the only messages you'd get from Chan were a good morning and good night both at the wee hours of the night. You knew it was taking a toll on him when you could see the dark circles under his eyes during the few moments you would get with him.

Today was going to be different. Chan's good morning text came around 6AM as usual, with the same kissy face emoji. Great, you think, He's in the studio. Mission is a go.

Sneaking into the studio wasn't very hard. Hyunjin, Felix, Minho, and Jeongin were all practicing in the dance hall. They didn't even question when you came through anymore. It was pretty normal just to come hang out while they rehearsed. They hollered for you to come hang out, but you waved them off.

Passing by the gym, you saw Changbin deeply focused on weight lifting while Jisung very leisurely walked on the treadmill, eyes closed and mumbling the song he was singing. It was always such a treat to see how each of the kids spent their freetime. The album was still a few weeks away, but their managers had them on a short break to catch up on just feeling human.

Chan's studio was right around the corner now. There was nothing in the way of you and distracting your man to feel that human way. But, of course, there was Seungmin.

It was no surprise to see him wandering the halls, but to bump right into him caused both of you to jump.

"Minnie!"

"Y/N!"

You comically clutched at your invisible pearls, Seungmin pretending to cover himself up as though you'd caught him in the shower, both laughing up a storm.

"What are you doing?" Seungmin asked, his little puppy head cocked to the side, "I'm just about to join the guys for dance practice if you wanna join!"

"Thank you, Minnie, but I've got... other plans." You eyed the door to the recording studio, the windows blacked out and the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign plastered on the outside.

Seungmin nodded knowingly.

"He's been in there so much recently. Even though we still see him every night at the dorm, it's like he's not even there. I miss him."

"Me too. I'm going to try and get him to come back to reality - even just for a bit."

The sweet puppy boy nodded again, a goofy grin spread across his face, before he ran off down the hall. It was both sweet as well as heartbreaking that the guys missed him. Whenever you'd text back and forth with Felix, it would eventually go from stupid memes to talking about Chan. You both really loved and admired him so it wasn't very hard to get to the topic.

Turning the door handle quietly, you slid into the dark room. The front room that was usually lit up and comfy was filled with shadows. A glow was emitting from the soundboard and you could see the shape of your favorite Aussie. His headphones were on so you knew he couldn't hear you, but it still felt necessary to tiptoe.

Chan's eyes were closed, lost in whatever music he was listening to. His outfit was lazy comprised of the same hoodie and sweatshirt you'd seen him wearing the last time you two had a whole day of rest together. It took everything in you not to pull open the door and jump on him.

But that wouldn't be necessary when Chan's eyes flashed open and glanced your way. You were in the dark, there's no way he could see you... right?

"You don't have to hide, I know when the door opens and closes."

You felt like a deer in headlights. You'd never bugged him during his producing session. It felt like a sacred time for Chan and who were you to intrude on that.

"Y/N, please. Just come here."

You sheepishly entered the soundboard room, head hung down, looking like a guilty puppy who just ripped up the couch.

"Babe, I just missed y-"

Before you could even finish, your sweet love wrapped you up in a tight embrace. It was warm, needy. The touch of someone who was so starved for any sort of affection.

"Miss you too. I'm sorry."

Pulling out of the hug, you can see the tears well up in Chan's eyes. You felt them in your own as well, overwhelmed by his and your own emotions.

"Baby, Chan, please. Do not be sorry. You've been busy."

"I know, but I've been neglecting everything. It's amazing I at least eat a little bit and shower."

You run your hands through his hair, absorbing the serotonin that just came from the fluff on his head.

"You need to take more breaks - and not just for me. The guys miss you too."

He hung his head down the same way you had before. You took his face in your hands, turning to face you directly.

"And don't give me that pouty face anymore please. I'm here now."

Wiping the wetness trapped in the corner of his eyes, Chan's demeanor changed. Something took over him in that moment that was so out of pocket.

"You are here, huh?" He whispered with a smirk. His arms wrapped around you, where they slowly melingered from your back to your waist to your butt.

"Yes... Chan, what's up? You know we're here. At your studio. With your management and other memebers literally down the hall."

The mischevious look on his face only intensified as you spoke.

"Well, this is a soundproof room. And the doors lock."

[glittering-moonlillie]

I Hate You, Be My Girlfriend: Part Three (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Warnings: Again, bad Barbara characterization.

Word Count: 1,676

Summary: You finally meet Damian's family, and everything goes according to plan...until it doesn't?

You both got out of his car, stumbling your way to the daunting gates of Wayne Manor hand-in-hand. Unlike the other times Damian had returned to his childhood home, Alfred was not there to greet him with the dutiful smile he always carried. It was just another reminder of how much things have changed since he was 13, everything except him.  

His home loomed over him like a pitch black shadow, the lights that cascaded around the green hedges created an ominous glow. Never in Damian’s life had his father’s house felt as huge as it did now. He subconsciously pulled you in closer just so he could feel the warmth of your skin. You turned to him, eyes broad and dilated, the reflection of the inside lights almost making it seem like they were sparkling. 

“We aren’t even inside yet and I am already amazed! I can’t even imagine living in a place this huge!” You giggled like a frenzied child who had just experienced snow. 

The path to the manor’s main door felt like the calm before a storm with every step he was taking feeling like his own death march. One wrong move by either of you and you could be busted. His pride would be demolished and, well, you would be known as the poor unfortunate soul who made the deal with the Devil. 

What annoyed Damian even further was the fact that you seemed so awestruck with your surroundings that you couldn’t even bother to be worried like he was. Didn’t you understand that your reputation was on the line too? It was unbelievably frustrating, but what was even more frustrating was the fact that whenever he looked at you to scold you for it, his throat would clog up and he would suddenly remember how nice it felt to be holding your hand. 

“Do I look okay? You keep looking at me funny…” You asked softly. 

Damian scoffed, his face burning. “You look…fine…I just don’t understand how you look so calm.”

He absolutely despised how you looked at him as if you understood his whole being. “Oh. I guess I’m just excited about meeting your family.” You gave him another smile. “Plus, yknow, it’s not hard pretending to love..people…” 

There was a noticeable pressure in his chest when Damian heard those words, as if he was having heart palpitations, except heart palpitations never felt so torturously delightful. It only worsened when you continued to give him that adorable grin. The best decision seemed to ignore what he was feeling, especially since there was a more pressing matter at hand. 

Just in case all else failed, Damian made sure to create several fool proof contingency plans he could lay back on. He took one final breath before walking up the last few steps of the porch and grasping the golden doorknob, knocking on the dark wood. 

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Dick happened to be the one who let you guys into the enormous Manor, which you still were amazed at even if Damian gave you a side glare every few minutes. The older brother gave you a quick tour of the first floor which followed up with the most stressful game of 20 questions you had ever played. The questions were simple at first - how did you two meet and what classes are you taking in college? Once you met Damian’s other siblings though was when the questions became harder to answer without becoming an oozing puddle or exploding into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

What did Damian do to gain your attention and by God, what made you want him out of all the other potential bachelors lining up on your doorstep. 

As if there were any other bachelors waiting on your doorstep. 

Thankfully, Damian was there to smooth out all the details with that casual suave charm he had - a charm that you are now realizing belongs to most of the members of his family. It was getting hard not to become antsy when Damian smiled so lovingly at you, all the while explaining the embarrassingly (and true) story of how you met in the library and how he had helped you get out from under a bookshelf that had fallen on top of you. Granted, it was a shelf that you had scaled because the particular book you wanted was on the top shelf, thus making it impossible for you to get. Still, it would have been nice to create a more romantic first meet story rather than just being pictured like an idiot. Although, you supposed, this was Damian and he would take any and every opportunity for you to look like an idiot. 

Other than that, everything seemed to be going according to plan. It seemed like Damian’s family liked you, and most importantly, they showed no sign of suspicion towards your guys’ relationship. His family was a little odd though, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Bruce Wayne managed to adopt so many chaotic and unique children in a row. 

You had met Dick first; He was the oldest there and seemed to keep the peace between everyone else in the family. His hair was dark, but you couldn’t tell if it was a deep brown or black and his eyes were a disturbingly bright blue. He was charming and easy to talk to, instantly making you feel like you were already part of the family. It was clear why Barbara loved him so much. 

You had met Tim next, who seemed to be at a loss at your appearance. Damian couldn’t help smirking at his face. Out of everyone, he was the most suspicious of you and Damian’s relationship, even stating how Damian seemed too sugary and sweet to be natural. Other than that, he seemed nice enough. The brothers seemed to have a love-hate relationship, most of which being perpetuated by Damian while Tim continued to play the tired and irritated older brother. Despite being the CEO of Wayne enterprise, he seemed so young, his face carrying the wrinkles and eyebags of a 50 year old. 

There were three girls at the dining table. You were introduced to all of them - Stephanie, Barbara and Cassandra -  but you talked the most to Stephanie, a blonde who was the closest to your age. She was really ecstatic to see Damian “in love” and she jokingly asked if he would propose to you soon. You managed to laugh off the proposition while Damian’s eyebrows creased as if he was actually considering it. Cassandra was quiet while Barbara exuded a confident quick-wittedness to her that made you feel she could point out everything you were doing wrong in your life. 

Eventually Alfred and who you assumed to be Jason came out with delicious smelling food, the latter of which grumbling about how no one else helped out because he was the only competent one in the kitchen. Damian had always depicted Jason as the black sheep of the family but you weren’t ever sure why. Other than having a chunk of his hair dyed a pearlescent white, he seemed fairly normal.

“Where’s father? Isn’t he supposed to be here?” Damian’s voice was quiet but maintained a steely undertone. Everyone shared a look with each other, then back at you, as if they were all in on a secret and you were the only one left out. 

“He uh, he’s getting things situated before we all leave tomorrow afternoon.” Tim hesitantly said. 

Damian leaned back in his chair, his face pulled into an unsatisfied scowl. “Of course he is.”

Damian never opened up to you about his relationship with his father, but it was safe to say that they weren’t that close. You and him never shared the type of relationship in which he could be vulnerable with you, but it felt imperative that you were there for him, even if he was uncomfortable with it. 

You gently put your hand on top of his seeing as how it calmed him down before, swallowing all the nervousness you had and kissed his cheek. You tried your best to make it seem seamless and natural, but it most likely wasn’t. “I’m sure we’ll get to see him tomorrow morning, Dami.”

The look Damian gave you melted your heart. It was a mix between staggered and confused, like a deer caught in the middle of the road about to be hit by a truck.  

“Jeez, get a room you two! You’re worse than the engaged couple!” Jason laughed. 

“Do you see how red they are, it’s like they haven’t kissed before!” Tim argued, still mildly suspicious. 

That seemed to knock some sense back into Damian’s bewildered state, looking to Drake than back at you. His face lit up dangerously. “Shut up Drake, of course I have kissed my girlfriend.”

“Uh huh, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you two kissed right now?” The water you had previously been drinking almost surged out of your mouth, your eyes wide. 

“I-I…Dami..Damian isn’t really a fan of public affection like that and-” Damian squeezed your hand again, causing you to stop mid sentence. 

“Hush, beloved. It’s just one simple kiss. We’ve done way worse stuff before.” He husked. You did your best to keep the not-so-clean thoughts out of mind when he mentioned the last part. Damian swiftly pulled you closer to the point where you were half in your chair, half sprawled on his lap. “Plus, if I get to prove Tim wrong, then it’s just a bonus.”

Your body was completely on fire, every single touch Damian graced you with sending fireworks bursting along your skin. Breath was in short supply and you were pretty sure your hands were becoming clammy with sweat. He titled your chin up with his forefinger and thumb, looking down at you as if he really did love you. You tried not to let the possibility of it being true drown you. It was an impossible task, especially when you can feel his gentle lips barely gracing yours. 

You were doomed. 

MwahahahahAHAHAHahahhahahAH

I am evil >:)

Writing part three really was a demonstration of patience and trusting the writing process, and how taking breaks are necessary. Four hours ago, I felt like banging my head against a wall at how terrible this originally was and it wasn't until I stepped away, took a nice bath and baked some cookies that I everything started to click into place.

But I am extremely tired and am going to pass out in the next five seconds.

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@greenkiki, @noah-uhhh-what, @littlemiss-nightshade, AND @itzstaticrainbow

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Ik I keep requesting, but ur writing is so amazing, and I need more Ellie and Reader, mother and daughter moments😭

Kinda going based on the game, but imagine if Ellie hasn't told Reader about her liking girls (just pretend Ellie and Dina got together when they were teens💀) and Reader walks in on them kissing and is shook and leaves awkwardly and Dina and Ellie were like "Shit-" and Joel's just like 🤨 "Why you acting weird" but Reader doesn't tell him and he thinks Ellie has a boy in her room and goes all dad mode

Oh keep them coming. I live writing these tiny ideas out it's so much fun. 🤭✨ This low key made me giggle. 🥺🤍

You return home earlier. Ready to tackle all the laundry before both Joel and Ellie come back home. You suspect nothing at first because you know when Ellie usually gets back so when you walk through the main door you don't even call out for her. You're doing your thing humming to yourself as you fold the already dry pieces before hanging up the freshly washed ones to air dry in the sun.

With a basket propped on your hip, you make your way up. Thinking that this might be the best time to sort out Ellie's clothes. Change up the winter outfits for something a bit lighter for spring. And you're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even hear the light music playing in the room. Opening it without a second guess. Your eyes fall onto the two girls who barely have a chance to jump apart as they clearly were in a quiet steamy make-out session. Not to mention the fact that Ellie's hands are still gripping the girl's hips.

No one says anything. You just stare at them. They both are staring at you. Until the situation finally hits you and you quickly close your mouth, eyes falling all over the room but just not look at them. "I'm just... I will just put this here", you awkwardly lower the basket to the ground. Before stepping out and closing the door behind you. You hear Ellie mumbling a quick, "Mom...", but you're out, already walking down the stairs.

Ellie is full-on panicking because a) she has never talked about dating and b) well you just walked in on her making out with a girl that she likes and fucking c) she hasn't even told anyone besides Dina that she's into girls. So she is ready to storm after you so she could explain but Dina catches Ellie's hand, mumbling a quiet, "Your shirt is undone", and that only makes her even more panicked. "This is a disaster", Ellie exhales falling back to her bed. She knows that you would be fine with it all deep down but it's just not how she imagined this would have gone. "Should I leave?", Dina asks and of course, the answer is no. Even more so Ellie has no clue how to walk her out without anyone noticing.

You on the other hand nearly crash into Joel as you storm off the stairs. Too lost in your mind to notice that he had returned home earlier as well. "Wow, easy there, you nearly took my head off", Joel's quick to steady you and make sure you don't fall. Your eyes quickly dart up the stairs. You know straight away that Joel can't see this. Regardless of who is in Ellie's room, Joel is one protective male. And you even more so know that Ellie would die of embarrassment if he was to walk in on her like that.

"Did something happen?", Joel asks already frowning and you instantly grab onto him, "No! Why would there be something wrong?", the fakes of laughter follow suit. Joel tilts his head to the side not believing you because you have always been shit at keeping secrets from him. "You got that dog didn't ya?", he asks and in a way it makes some weight lift off your shoulders as you nod quickly, "Ain't that fun...", you trail off just as the sound of something falling upstairs rings out through the house.

Joel's eyes dart up the stairs instantly and you try to hold onto him. Digging your feet into the ground as you try to keep him from going up there but let's face it how can you keep that hulk down? The fact that two sets of voices can be heard as well doesn't help. Joel shoots you a killer look, "So a dog huh", as he crosses the space between the stairs and Ellie's room in a couple of steps.

He is ready to throw that poor guy through the window. And the fact that both of you said nothing? Joel could understand Ellie in a way... that she might have wanted to reach out for you first but you. How could you not tell him? It was not like he would ban Ellie from dating. He would just make sure the lad knows that he was going to be watched and probably get a broken nose if he hurt his baby girl.

Swinging the door open Joel steps in. Face sour, arms already ready to drag the guy down the stairs. But freezing just like you did when you first walked in. You practically run into Joel's back. "Oh my god dad get out!", Ellie cries out. Stepping in front of Dina who is still pulling her shirt over her head. And Joel has never turned around quicker in his life. You push your head into the room quickly, "I promise I tried to stop him", you shoot Ellie an apologetic look. "Maybe get decent and come down for some tea huh? You don't have to obviously but like...", you say yet Ellie quickly shakes her head at your suggestion. Motioning for you with her eyes to get out and so you do just that.

Joel's sat by the kitchen island as you walk back down, "You know you have warned me", he says, "Well, sorry, it wasn't me who was about to make pancakes out of the poor creature". You sit right beside him. It's a kind of weird feeling. Because of course, you expected her to explore eventually. And you can't help but think about how you were in her shoes once. A chuckle escapes your lips as you rest your palms over your face, "That was so bad", Joel to your surprise joins in. Fingers running through his beard, "I don't know what was worse this or when she walked in on us...", you hit his chest hating that he was making you relive that horror again. "Oh, she's going to be petrified...", you mutter, leaning against your lover as you two still laugh. "You reckon we should mess with her? Pretend that we are like really mad?", "Joel...", you shake your head in disbelief, "What? Start fake crying now it needs to be believable".