#i think she mentions family and friends so i think shes got family!!!
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The other Bronze – Pt. 19
Without looking back you just sprinted away from Keira who watched you cut through the crowd and took a deep breath before turning around after she lost sight of you. And oh boy she wasn't wrong with what she expected to see – Lucy was pissed. Her whole body was basically shaking with anger and Keira was grateful for the glass door that divided the two of them for the moment. Keira wasn't scared of Lucy by all means but she also knew that both Bronzes – Lucy and y/n – can get quiet unfair when being emotional. So she took another deep breath before scanning her own ticket entering the tunnelway to the plane
“I'm not talking to you when you come at me like this nor will I deal with this whole issue in the middle of Boarding while others are around” the blonde calmly said before stepping around Lucy continuing walking towards the plane
“What the fuck is going on?” Lucy asked her voice shaking with anger and she was straight in Keiras face
“Keira Fae Walsh” your sister growled trying to grab Keiras wrist to suddenly found herself blocked by Irene
“Let's get home first Lucy...” the spanish player said calmly
Normally not one to get involved into clearly family stuff but as the quiet observant Irene was she saw what Keira did there and obviously Keira only wanted to make you happy. Irene never was someone who was always outgoing like say Mapí or Pina she usually stayed back and just observe. It was clear to her that after what happened in Barcelona just before the international break you needed more time away from the catalan city. It wasn't obvious to Lucy, Mapí, Pina or even Alexia but Irene saw you slightly flinch every time someone would mention Barcelona. You obviously needed distance to overcome whatever was still bothering you. So she did something very unusual for her – she stepped in and got involved.
“I need to get my sister” Lucy suddenly felt a wave of panic wash through her and quickly turned around “... she's still a baby she can't be in a big ass airport by herself”
“Lucy...” Irene said soothingly grabbing the defender by her forearm “... she's a young growing woman – she's not a toddler anymore. We both know who she sprinted after so she isn't alone and you need to trust her... I know it's hard – believe me I know better than anyone. You want to keep her safe and secure and keep the rough world away and make it as easy as you can for them – but they grow up and learn to walk and talk and as hard as it is you need to let them Lucy. When Mateo took his first steps it was the proudest and scariest moments in my life – I was proud he walked and at the same time I was so scared something happens to him. But even if they fall and get hurt – you need to let them Lucy... trust your sister – she's a good kid and has a good head on her shoulders”
“She's fragile right now” your sister tried again weakly
“And you think it's getting better if you force her back to the place where it happened?” the spaniard asked knowing Lucy was just hurting a little too
“I can protect her” Lucy swallowed hard trying to not let her teammate see the tears that were starting to pool in her eyes “I can make it right again”
“We all know that Lucia... we know you can protect her – but right know she doesn't need you to protect her. She needs you to understand that she needs time away. She's save Lucy and that's the only thing that matters”
“I know Irene... I know that she's save.... but it's so hard to let her go” your sister was on the edge of tears standing a little to the side with her teammate while other passengers walked passed uninterested
“Trust me Lucy... I understand you... I understand you better than anyone but you brought her up to be an amazing woman... you let to set her free Lucy – as hard as it is” Irene tried to consult her obviously upset friend “Let others see too that there's another amazing Bronze out there”
“Yeah... yeah okay” Lucy took a deep breath “Thank you Irene”
“No need Lucy – I know how you feel... it's the same feeling I get every day when I drop off Mateo at the kindergarten and he just runs off without even saying Bye because he needs to show his friends his new toy” Irene chuckled pulling Lucy in for a hug
“She didn't run off to show G her toys” Lucy chuckled back through her tears as she hugged her teammate back
“Oh you never know... she's probably showing Georgia her grown up toys” the spanish grinned as she let go of Lucy and turned around to finally board the plane leaving a flabbergasted Bronze behind
“No she's not!!! She's a baby!!!” your sister yelled after Irene a minute later after she collected herself earning strange looks from people going past and further down the tunnel you could hear Irenes laughter
“G!!!! WAIT!!!” you yelled spotting the blond ponytail from your girlfriend as you did your best not to run into someone
You saw Georgia turn around a confused and shocked look on her face thinking she started hallucinating hearing your voice calling out for her. But no – there you were jumping (not) so gracefully over a trolley sprinting towards her. Your girlfriend had mere seconds to collect herself before she saw you launching herself in Georgias arms. Just as you knew your girlfriend caught you with ease but she had to use the momentum to spin you around so you both didn't end up on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Georgia asked slightly panicked “Please don't tell me you ran away because seriously y/n... your sister is going to kill me for real – that's if she's faster than Keira”
“No... no don't worry... I didn't run away – Keira and Sarina rebooked me ticket... I get a small getaway in Munich... that's... if you'll have me” you quickly explained smiling but you'll make sure to drop your voice at the end so bystanders wouldn't hear it
“What...? Yeah... yeah of course” your girlfriends face changed from confused to widely grinning
“Good... I kinda start missing Jill... she's so unintentionally funny” you grinned after your girlfriend put you down again
“Scuse me?” the blonde looked at you offended “What you mean you miss Jill??”
“Oh my Mrs. Stanway... do I detect some jealousy?” you teased your girlfriend keeping your voice low while you move towards the boarding queue
“No... just interest” Georgia tried but you saw right through her
“Interest my ass” you snorted while you handed a Stewardess your ticket happy that the light turned green after she scanned it “Everyone thinks your this easy going persona... in reality you're possessive, dominant and jealous...”
“... and yet still you love me” your girlfriend husked in your ear standing behind you
“That I do... also... you make me laugh” you mumbled back smirking to yourself “But so does Jill”
You couldn't stop the little squeal when Georgia pinched your side and you just started to laugh. You already felt so more at ease for just being with your girlfriend that you set yourself a mental reminder to get the biggest fruit baskets for Mama Rina and Keira that you could find. You steadily moved forward and stepped into the plane that would fly you to Munich when it hit you and you suddenly turned around to Georgia
“I don't feel good” you said a little panicked and try to push past Georgia who just grabbed you gently and turned you back around towards the plane
“It's okay Baby” your girlfriend murmured next to your ear “I'm with you the whole time...”
“No G... I don't FEEL good” you pressed while you got pushed forward gently
“It's not a long flight Baby” Georgia tried to calm you down again smiling slightly at the Stewardess “... she's a little nervous about flying”
“Oh don't worry Miss... our planes are on the newest safety standards and flying is even safer than driving” the Stewardess smiled politely
“Driving... that's it... we're driving... let's go” you rambled trying to turn around again for Georgia to sigh and keep pushing you forward
“No... I have training tomorrow afternoon... we can't drive” your girlfriend said calmly pushing you through the tight aisle and you already felt your chest tighten
“G” you said your voice trembling
“It's okay Baby... nothing will happen I promise” Georgia said soothingly stopping you at your seats “We take off, have a nice conversation about how you miss.. Jill... and then we already land... easy peasy – like the win over Spain”
“G” you said again desperately your panic rising
“You're safe Baby” your girlfriend mumbled quietly pushing you into the middle seat at your row before taking her own seat at the aisle
“No G... I don't feel good... I feel if I'm gonna throw up” you whispered your eyes fixed on the seat in front of you
“Oh...” Georgia said a little lost “.... ehrm.. you haven't eaten this morning.... wait... I still have a cereal bar”
“No please don't make me eat anything” you begged your girlfriend but she was already out of her seat searching her little carry-on bag for said cereal bar
“Here... eat that... you don't have to chew just bite some off and swallow it” your girlfriend held the bar right under your nose smiling encouraging
The smell alone made you heave and you pushed her hand away
“Baby please... I beg you” you looked at her with pleading eyes
“No... you eat that cereal and then you feel better.. it'll help your nerves Baby” Georgia said her voice low and caring
“I'm not...” you started but she interrupted you
“... hungry I know...” your girlfriend rolled her eyes “... for me... please?”
“You better keep your stomach in check because I'm 87.94% sure I'm gonna throw up” you mumbled as you grabbed the cereal bar as if it personally insulted you
“Thank you” Georgia said before checking her surroundings quickly then pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek
“Yeah yeah” you mumbled opening the snack and biting into it “That's disgustingly sweet”
“Yeah sorry... it's white chocolate/strawberry” your girlfriend smiled apologetic
“You KNOW I hate white chocolate” you whined but didn't get very far as Georgia pushed the bar back into your mouth and the safety instructions started
“I don't know why they do that every flight... if we crash we crash” you mumbled with a full mouth
“There are still people who never flown and not every crash is deadly” your girlfriend mumbled back not paying attention herself already having her tablet out looking for a movie to distract you during the flight
“Still...” you mumbled taking another bite from the cereal bar chewing it aggressively
Georgia chuckled lowly laying her hand on your knee in a calming manner stopping your leg from bouncing nervously
“Okay... we're about to take off... take my hand” your girlfriend said quietly offering her hand
“I've flown alone before...” you grumbled but take her hand nonetheless
“Oh I know you did... just wanted to give a reasonable excuse to hold my hand” Georgia smirked
“I kinda missed the sneaking around” you mused squeezing her hand tightly feeling your nerves rising again as the plane rolled onto the runway
“You're doing great Baby...” Georgia whispered and ran her thumb over your knuckles
“G... my stomach is acting up.. I think... bad feeling” you mumbled your voice strained
“Just nerves babe.... relax... tell me about Barcelona” your girlfriend tried to distract you
“It's hot there... so so hot G... the weather isn't bad either” you said nonchalantly and your girlfriend bursted out laughing
“So... who looks best in a bikini?” Georgia smirked mentally congratulating herself for succeeding with her distraction plan
“All of them” you quickly said “Ratings... Bonmatí is a 9 – she had one of these big white hats on.. kind of a turn off... but still... a 9... Princess Norwegian is a 10 – she's a full package... I kinda digged that dark blue bikini... Lucy probably could've pulled that one off too – she got a nice tan... apparently without lines”
“Ew... too much” your girlfriend pulled a face
“... yeah... that's what I said... who else was there.. uh... tweedledee... a 8.5 – she definitely has the body for it but the bikini was a little... boring... tweedledumb... a 7.8... she small and I really don't get the printed bikinis you know... why would you wear somethings with pineapples on it?” you looked at Georgia confused who chuckled shrugging her shoulders “... then you have Ona... I don't really want to rate her – I saw her naked... okay I saw her back and ass naked... ugh” you shuddered “... I thought I forgot about that”
“Sorry to open old wounds” Georgia smirked and you saw that she wasn't sorry at all
“You're nooo...” you started but then you felt the plane pick up speed feeling the unmistakable little jump when the plane started to take off
“It's okay... look at me...” your girlfriend calmly said feeling you squeeze her hand to the point where she was sure you'd brake it “... Baby... look at ME”
“I hate it..” your breathing starting to get quicker as you turned your head looking into your girlfriends brown eyes
“It's all good... you're doing amazing...” Georgia said lowly holding your stare until she felt you relax and lighten your squeeze “How does Lucy deals with it when she's with you?”
“Keira always gives me these Vitamin gummies” you mumbled
“Vitamin gummies?” your girlfriend asked confused and there was the well-known “pling” as the seatbelt sign went off
“I love you... but move” you quickly opened your seatbelt basically climbing over her
“What... where are you... y/n” Georgia looked puzzled after you as you speed walked down the aisle before she quickly tried to get after you but forgot that she still had her seatbelt on
You quickly made it into the tiny bathroom just in time to hunch over the toilet and empty your stomach content into it. Your girlfriend squeezed in behind you as you felt a new wave of nausea hit you and you crouched over the bowl again heaving again
“Oh god” you heard behind you and heard Georgia dry heave
“Get out” you pressed out
“No no... I'm going to help you” your girlfriend said her voice strained
“G... you're a sympathy puker... GET. OUT” you said before heaving out there
“You need...” another heave “Help”
“I need you to get out” you said before getting hit by another wave which caused you to vomit again
To your surprise your girlfriend stayed the whole time holding your hair and rubbed over your back soothingly. When you thought you were done you sat down your back against the cold wall and you looked up towards Georgia. The blonde still held your hair loosely but she looked in the complete different way than you were in. It made you smiled lightly before you remembered where you sat and you quickly jumped up already shuddering thinking about all the gems that were now on you.
“I'm done.... I don't think there's anything left” you mumbled
“Thank god” your girlfriend sighed out “What do you need?”
“A bottle of water to wash my mouth... and some spearmint” you said slowly “... and some disinfectant”
“Wait here... I go to the stewardess” Georgia said and out of routine she leaned forward wanting to press a kiss to your mouth but you stopped her just in time with your hand against her chest
“Yeah I don't think so” you said pushing her backwards
“Sorry... habit” your girlfriend mumbled ashamed before disappearing
A few minutes later you heard a quiet knock on the door and you tiredly opened it to see the pitiful face of your girlfriend
“Do not pity me Stanway” you said exhausted “Told you I hate flying”
“I just wish there was more I could do” Georgia said sadly
“You did more then everyone ever before...” you whispered accepting the bottle of water gratefully
“More than Lucy?” your girlfriend perked up
“Lucys asleep before we hit the runway... especially with early flights...” you mumbled after you rinsed your mouth twice
“Keira?” Georgia tried
“I never let her in” you admit and in this second Georgia realized how special this moment was – even if it costed it her whole willpower not to puke on your back
“I'll always take care of you... lets go back to our seats – you can rest some and I'll wake you up when we're landing okay” the blonde whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead
“Kay... sounds good” you mumbled exhaustion clear in your voice as you let her lead you back to your seats
“Baby... wake up” Georgia shook you slightly as the captain told the crew to prepare for landing “... we're landing”
“Hm?” you grumbled your eyes slowly opening as you looked around confused
“We're landing... nearly home” your girlfriend smiled lovingly pushing you in a normal seating position
“Home?” you asked the sleep thick in your voice
“Yeah... just landing, getting our luggage and getting home...” Georgia confirmed intertwining your hands
“Good... I'm really hungry now” you answered still not fully aware of your surroundings
“I bet... nothing left in your stomach huh” your girlfriend chuckled
“Nope... dropped it somewhere over... I don't know.. maybe Berlin” you shrugged your shoulders getting more awake by the minute
“We didn't fly over Berlin” Georgia laughed
“Then some other German city... hope they didn't get offended or flashbacks...” you bit out and suddenly you felt the wheels of the plane connect with the runway in Munich “.... we're... already down”
“Yes... knew it would help to let you sleep as long as possible” your girlfriend grinned proudly
“I didn't sleep” you mumbled grumpy
“The patch of drool on me shoulder says something different” Georgias grin widen
“You probably spilled something on yourself” you huffed and rolled your eyes for good measure
“Mhm” your girlfriend grinned like a maniac now
“Hate you” you grumbled
“No you don't...” the blonde laughed and pressed a subtle kiss to your temple as the plane got in it's final parking position
“When do you have to be back at training?” you asked as you opened your seatbelt and nudged your girlfriend to do the same
“Tomorrow at 4....” Georgia answered as she stood up getting your carry-ons from the overhead cabs
“Sooooo... we have the rest of today AND tomorrow morning to our selves?” you grinned
“Oh god woman... what have you planned now?” your girlfriend exclaimed scared
“I'll break your knees if you call me “woman” ever again” you growled but Georgia saw the glint in your eyes before you playfully push her forward
“Why does baggage always takes so long??” you whined
“They unload about a 100 bags... relax Babe” Georgia said sitting in one of the chairs opposite to your baggage carousel turning on her phone “Text your sister that you're still alive”
“I'll text Kei later...” you answered starting to pace again
“Babe please... text Lucy so she knows I didn't kill you... she hates me anyway I don't want her to have stuff to add on top” your girlfriend pleaded
“Lucy... might not be happy with me either at the moment” you said carefully
“What? Why?” Georgia asked confused looking up from her phone
“She... didn't know about... this” you waved your hand around
“She WHAT now????” your girlfriend shot out of her seat
“It was Keira and Sarina... I didn't know either... Keira pushed Lucy through tickets before me and then told me... so Lucy was already through and just saw me... running off.... so I doubt me texting her will help our case” you confessed scratching your neck
“Oh dear jesus Mary mother of god” your girlfriend groaned “... she'll kill me... she'll think it was my idea.... she's probably already on her way to Munich... but... Munich is a big city... she'll never find me... I just... I... WitSec... do they have Witness Protection in Germany?”
“G... calm down... she won't... Keira wouldn't let it happen – Keira is in our corner and she's basically the only One who will get away with it because she's the only One who can make Lucy see reason...” you grabbed your girlfriends shoulders shaking her slightly “... and Witsec is American... so I don't think they have that here”
“Okay... yes... yes you're right” Georgia took a deep breath before her eye shot open wide in shock “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.... hide me”
“Huh??” you asked confused as G already started to pull you behind a pole positioning you in front of her as she crouched down “G?”
“Ssssshhhh...” she shushed you peaking out around your waist “If she sees me I'm fucked”
“Who??” you whisper yelled
“Oh Georgia” you suddenly heard a sing song from the other side of the pole and you saw all color leave your girlfriends face
“Shit” you heard Georgia swear before she pushed you to the side sprinting off
Next thing you knew a flash of blonde came around the pole and sprinting past you. You were confused to know end seeing a blonde woman chasing your girlfriend around the baggage carousel
“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself watching how Georgia quickly cut a corner and jumped over some seats
“This an ex??” you asked loudly as your girlfriend was near you not knowing what to make out of this scenario
“God NO” Georgia yelled back jumping up when she saw that woman coming in for a slide tackle
“Crazy fan?” you tried again grabbing for information
“Something like that” your girlfriend answered before coming to a skitting halt next to you pulling you quickly in front of her using you as a human shield
“Talk to me woman” you growled seeing the other blonde walking over to you
“Magdalena Lilly Eriksson!!! I DARE you!!” you suddenly heard from your right and when you turned your head you saw an angry even blonder woman pointing aggressively towards the blonde woman in front of you
“But...” the slight darker blonde whined
“What the fuck is going on here??” you asked with a mixture of confusion and anger
“SHE” the darker blonde pointed at Georgia who was still hiding behind you “Ate my last Kanelbullar... and THEN she just fucked off”
“I swear I didn't know it was the last” your girlfriend piped up from behind you
“She what now??” you asked baffled
“Okay... stop... that poor girl is losing her mind right now” the lighter blonde said sternly turning towards you “Hi... my name is Pernille Harder... this hothead over there is my girlfriend Magdalena Eriksson... we play with Georgia at Bayern”
“Hardersson...” you exclaimed after a second that you needed to process that information “... I heard of you before”
“Yes... that's us” Pernille smiled warmly “And you... are?”
“Uh uh.. sorry... I swear Keira taught me manners.... y/n Bronze” you extended your hand to Pernille “... the best kept Secret in the Soccer world as it seems... or the better looking, younger and smarter Bronze”
Pernille grabbed your hand shaking it while she laughed heartwarmingly
“I do remember you... you were Lucys shadow when City played Chelsea...” the Danish smiled
“Now I'm just her pain in the ass... I upgraded meself” you grinned back which set off a fresh round of laughter
“So Pernille... Harder... better part of Hardersson... what do I call you?” you asked stumbling a little over your words
“P is just fine...” the lighter blonde laughed
“Okay... P... WHAT exactly is the problem here and why is Stanway using me as a human shield?” you asked teasing
“G ate Magdas last Kanelbullar... it's a Swedish... I would like to say dessert but they eat it at whatever time they feel like it... so I just say Swedish dish...” the Danish explained while her girlfriend had the biggest scowl on her face “Oh stop it Magda – I know for a fact that you stuffed your face with Kanelbullar the second your feet touched Swedish ground”
“That's NOT the point...” the swede grunted “... and how do you know about that anyway?”
“Frido AND Stina” Pernille waved off “... not to mention all the complaints from Zečira about all the crumbs in her bed...”
“These backstabbing...” the swede grumbled before her gaze locked on your girlfriend again “... you still...”
“Magda leave her alone...” Pernille said warningly and as much of a hard ass Magda was on the field – when her girlfriend used this tone she knew to listen
“Okay... for the stupid english over here” you pointed at yourself “... G ate what?”
“Kanelbullar” Magda grumbled “MY Kanelbullar”
“WHAT. IS. THAT??” you looked at the swede talking overly slowly like the blonde didn't speak fluent english
“It's a Swedish delicacy” the swede looked at you like you were stupid
“You guys stuff your face with fish that makes the whole WORLD puke... you could end wars with that stuff” you exclaimed “... so don't just say “Swedish delicacy”... EXPLAIN it”
“Ey... Surtrömming is eatable... you just need to wait after you opened the tin” Magda looks at you offended
“Okay.... you obviously don't get me” you said turning around fixing your girlfriend with a glare “You ate her last what now??”
“Kanel...” Georgia started
“If you just repeat that word I'll break your kneecaps...” you sneered your nostrils flared
“It's a Swedish... yeah.. zimtschnecke” your girlfriend quickly explained a little scared of you
“a what?” you started to lose your patience
“Zimtschnecke... you know... like Nussschnecke... just with... Zimt” Georgia looked at you lost shrugging her shoulders
“A WHAT??” your breathing picked up significantly as you heard Pernille chuckle behind you
“You ate that before! I saw you eat it” your girlfriend tried to calm you down
“Georgia” you heard Pernille chuckle “... maybe you should try to explain in english... you just used German... she doesn't look like she speaks German”
“Oh... OH” your girlfriends eyes widen “Cinnamon rolls... I ate her last cinnamon roll”
“Oh for god fucking sakes... all THAT because of a cinnamon roll???” you asked baffled
“She likes her cinnamon rolls” Georgia smiled apologetic
“Here...” you turned around to the Swedish player pulling a fiver out of your pockets “... buy yourself some cinnamon rolls... kindergarten.. seriously”
Magda was about to grab the money as Pernille just cleared her throat behind her girlfriend and the Swedish smiled at you
“That's very nice but not necessary... but thank you very much” Magda smiled strained which made her look like she has a stroke
“Suit yourself.... Stanway... luggage...” you grumbled not ready to deal with more bullshit and your girlfriend knew that – that why she stumbled away as quickly as possible trying to find your twos bags.
“I like you little Bronze” Pernille smiled “... good to know someone has at least some control over Georgia”
“She just scared of Lucy” you shrugged your shoulders watching your girlfriend – now in company of Magda – running around the baggage belt looking for your bag
“Because she's sleeping with her baby sister?” the Danish smirked
“Don't know what you're talking about” you said nonchalantly
“Oh but you do... but it's okay.... not all of us are as comfortable showing their relationship as Mags and I.. it's okay...” the Danish said warmly “... but I saw the way G looked at you... I KNOW that there's something going on”
“There's nothing going on...” you said neutral “... not for the next 14 month, 2 weeks and 9 days...”
“Oh really...” Pernille looked at you surprised “... and why is that?”
“That's the day I turn 18” you shrugged your shoulders your eyes still on your girlfriend
“Oh damn...” the Danish caught on immediately
“So... no.. there's nothing going on... we're just friends” you said but Pernille heard the strain in your voice
“Look at me” the blonde said a little more stricter and waited until you looked her in the eyes “I know we don't know each other but I won't tell a single soul and as long as it's just me and Magda around you two can be as open and as touchy as you want to be... you two love each other and we're not judging anyone... so if you want I would like to grab dinner sometimes... just the four of us”
“Thank you” you whispered gratefully “and dinner sounds go.... wait... we're getting take out right? No way I'm eating that Swedish fish”
“I'll cook... Magda would just burn down the house” the Danish laughed out loud
“G's the same... Keira told me they banned her from using the toaster because she nearly sat their shared apartment in Manc on fire... she tried to shortcut making fish fingers.... she didn't do them in the oven like every normal person but put them in the toaster and the toaster basically exploded” you told Pernille shrugging your shoulders unimpressed
“Magda managed to burn down the water cattle” Pernille smirked
“Wha... HOW?” your head snapped in the blondes direction shocked
“She didn't close the lid properly and it kept boiling.... and boiling... and boiling... until there was nothing left to boil except for itself” the Danish smirked at your expression
“We should get Bayern media team to make them cook and put it out there...” you grinned “... I mean she already gets shit for the half-Jamaican thing...”
“Please no... they probably injure themselves so badly they can't play anymore and you know we have Champions League coming up” Pernille said
“.... after maybe?” you mused innocently
“No...” the Danish said firmly and you huffed disappointed
“Ba... y/n... I found your bag” you girlfriend came running over dragging your bag behind her like an excited golden retriever
“Good job” you cooed “... I'll make sure Pernille gets you a cookie”
“Why me?” the blonde looked at you frazzled
“I'm not getting in trouble with our Health and Nutrition Coach” you lifted your hands in a surrounding matter “You're not English... she can't make you run laps”
“If Stanway gets a cookie I want one too.. I got our bags” Magda suddenly appeared behind Georgia
“No one gets cookies” Pernille sighed out
“Spoilsport” your girlfriend mumbled
“Glädjemördare” Magda mumbled at the same time just as disappointed as Georgia
“Excuse me Magda Eriksson?” Pernille raised her eyebrow at her girlfriend “You do realize we're dating long enough for me to actually speak and UNDERSTAND Swedish yes?”
“What did she dare you to?” you looked interested
“She didn't dare me to do anything?” the Danish looked at you confused
“She said gibberish gibberish dare” you said like it was clear what you meant
“No søde... she said “glädjemördare”... Swedish for “joy killer”...” Pernille laughed at your language confusion
“Great... another confusing language” you rolled your eyes “Can't you guys just stick with english?”
“I can teach you all the swear words... so you can annoy Frido” Magda grinned
“You will do no such thing” Pernille scolded her girlfriend
“You will absolutely do such thing” you grinned widely
“Ehrm... y/n?” Georgia looked at you
“Yeah??” you looked at her confused
“Home?” your girlfriend asked
“Yeah... day was emotionally exhausting” you said yawning
“Will we see you tomorrow at training?” Pernille asked you
“Think so...” you shrugged your shoulders “... apparently I'm not allowed exploring by meself anymore”
“I'm not taking any chances for you to end up at the botanic garden again” Georgia exclaimed (Note: the “old botanic garden” is one of the most dangerous parts of Munich)
“It was a mistake... your directions weren't clear” you defended yourself
“I told you ENGLISH garden... not botanical!!” Georgia bursted out
“It a garden isn't it???” you asked lost
“But the wrong one...” your girlfriend pressed quiet stressed
“Yeah... you shouldn't go there søde... it's really dangerous” Pernille said seriously
“It wasn't on purpose... Georgia talked about that beautiful garden and I just googled garden and that was the nearest one...” you defended yourself “And why are you calling me soda?”
“Søde...” the Danish corrected while she ushered all of you towards the exit “... Danish”
“Great... ANOTHER language...” you huffed as you exit the baggage area to get met with quite a large crowd of fans “Oh lovely... fans... a lot of them”
“You're not a fan?” the Danish blonde asked a little alarmed
“Not really no...” you shook your head falling back a little letting Georgia go in front “... had some not so nice interactions with them”
“Magda” Pernille pulled her girlfriend back “Make sure she's okay...”
“Yes ma'am” the swede nodded seriously
“Just stay with Magda... fans get really quiet around her because she always has this scowl on her face... she'll make sure you're save” the Danish told you and pushed you next to her girlfriend
The Swedish blonde laid her arm around your shoulders pulling you into her side which you surprisingly accepted gratefully and let her lead you towards the crowd of fans
“When it gets to much tug on my shirt okay... I get you out of there in seconds” Magda mumbled through her smile she put on for some pictures
“As long as they don't invade my space too much it should be okay” you said quietly “... or touch me...”
Georgia was already in full fan interaction mode, signing stuff, taking selfies, talking to the fans a little – full package. Pernille was also signing some Jerseys and pictures while Magda tried to keep you out of the middle of the crowd. Your girlfriend glanced up every five seconds to check if you're okay even tho she knew Magda was like a pit-bull when it comes to keep people safe – nearly as bad as Lucy. But just nearly. Lucy was a whole other level.
“Magda” you whispered and you saw how the swede turned her head lightly obviously waiting for you to continue while she took some more pictures “... getting too much”
Immediately you got pulled along through the crowd and sat in the next chair that was empty while some Police were slandering over asking if everything was okay. Of course they knew who Magda was so when she told them you were on the verge of a panic attack (so not true) they offered some protection. You were so SO grateful that Magda got you out of the bunch of crazies as you call them ever since you were little and some fans ran you over you to get some autographs from Lucy – got you a free ride in the ambulance and then seven stitches to the back of your head and a free concussion on top. Since that day Lucy made sure she either carried you (which heated up the rumors about you being her daughter) or sat you on top of the baggage trolley. Now Magda took over the responsibility to keep you safe and damn she took it seriously. There was a girl about your age that started her way over to her but one glare from Magda made her change directions quickly.
“Thank you” you mumbled a little ashamed
“No problem... I know they can get a lot sometimes – even if the Bayern fans are pretty well behaved... most of the times” the swede smiled sitting down next to you “... so... you're staying with G?”
“Yeah... needed some time off” you nodded
“Off what?” the blonde asked interested
“Barcelona” you said biting your lip
“Spanish people are something else huh” Magda kept the interaction light
“Yes... you could say that” you answered quietly
“I would love to see you at training tomorrow” the blonde said suddenly “.. you make her better”
“Huh?” you looked up confused
“Georgia... she's different when you're around... better different....” the blonde said “... in love different”
“Dear jesus lord have mercy” you sighed “... not you too – is it that obvious?”
“Not to people who haven't experienced love...” Magda smiled “... but the way you look at each other - that's love Busunge”
“Did you just insult me? It sounded like an insult” you looked baffled
“No...” the swede laughed “... it means “little rascal”...”
“Why is everyone giving me weird nicknames?” you wondered out loud
“Because you are loved... I've only known you for about half an hour but it feels like I've known you forever and I want to protect you.. you have a pure soul and people see that” Magda said calmly
“Okay... now it gotten weird” you mumbled looking over to your girlfriend “... I'm not confirming nor denying anything...”
“You don't need to...” the swede smiled laying her hand on your knee in silent support “... I already know... and don't worry – no one will hear a word from me”
“Thank you” you whispered thankfully as you saw your girlfriend approaching the two of you
“Ready to go home?” Georgia asked smiling herself
“Sí” you nodded standing up “Thank you Magda... it really means a lot”
“Always Busunge... Stanway... protect her with all you have” the blonde looked at Georgia seriously and G nodded curtly
Meanwhile Lucy, Keira and the Barca woman landed in Barcelona with Keira still ignoring her ex-girlfriend. After they all got their bags and said their goodbyes Keira put herself in Lucys way
“You with me... we have something to talk about” the blonde sneered keeping her voice low
“Ona drives me home” your sister said a little scared
“No she's not... I told you we're gonna talk” Keira said simply
“But...” Lucy tried again but got shot down with just one look
“Ona can come too if she wants to” the blonde said looking at her friend
“Ehrm...” the small spaniard rubbed the back of her neck “... I actually... yeah... uh... I have to pick Coco up... yes.. See you later Babe”
And with that she was gone and left Lucy fearing for her life. She saw that look on Keiras face once before – when fans were a little too excited to see the Lionesses and pushed you around and hurt you in progress. This look on Keiras face means business. The drive to Lucys apartment was short and not enjoyable for the england defender. The atmosphere in the car was icy at best and Lucy wrecked her brain what she could've done that would make her ex that angry
“Unlock” Keira simply said gesturing to the door which Lucy follow suit and quickly unlocked it pushing it open so the blonde could step inside before following
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Keira turned around looking even more furious than before after the door fell shut
“What?” your sister asked dumb folded
“I ask... WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE??” the blonde now outright yelled
“I... can't follow” Lucy said confused
“Who do you think you are sabotaging your sister relationship like this?” Keira asked again
“I didn't...” your sister started to defend herself
“Oh you fucking did and you know it... do you know that the WHOLE TEAM planned their little getaway from you Lucy... THE. WHOLE. FUCKING. TEAM... Sarina including... you didn't even noticed how hurt Bitsy was when you shooed G away every morning at breakfast. Or how sad she got when G didn't even take her hand when we were watching analysis... Or that six out of seven days y/n came to ME crying herself to sleep at night why YOU were so angry at her and G and she seriously thought about ending it so YOU would be her sister again and not some mental deranged cunt” now Keira got really angry
“Ehrm...” at this point Lucy was at loss for words
“... you didn't realize that hurtful look in Bitsys eyes whenever you pushed yourself in between them two... YOU didn't... the rest of the Team did and Sarina helped them... your own coach helped the Team to work something out which didn't benefit you, did it now?” the blonde kept talking ignoring Lucys attempts to interrupt her “... so again... who the hell do you think you are hurting them like that?”
“I... didn't mean too” your sister started “... I just... every time I saw G near her I got so so scared she'd hurt her”
“YOU were the one hurting her Lucy” Keira pressed again
“Not on purpose!!” Lucy exclaimed “But.. it's G you know...”
“It's G... exactly... the woman who loves Bitsy with all her heart... with all her being... with everything she has... the woman who jump off a building for her or walk the Antarctica in shorts... the woman who makes sure to give her more love than she can actually offer to make up for YOUR stupid behavior...” the blonde said seriously “... she LOVES her Lucy... it makes me so sad that you can't see what we all see... these two... they are their forever Lucy....”
“That's what we thought about ourselves too one time” your sister said just as serious
“We both know that's a lie... we both realized pretty quickly that we're not our forever... but they are Lucy... just like Ona and you... G is everything to Bitsy... and more” Keira said turning around before stopping again the door handle already in her hand “... everyone needs a G in their life Lucy... I hope you don't fuck it up with yours and see that she's your forever just like G is Bitsys”
With that Keira left leaving a gob smacked Lucy behind who used the next best cupboard to sit down
“Home sweet Home” you sighed as you stepped into Georgias flat after her “... and OCD clean as always”
“Had to clean before I left” your girlfriend mumbled looking through her mail
“Babe... I love you... but you ALWAYS clean... I swear we could do a surgery in here” you grinned as you walked into the kitchen opening the fridge “... we need to go shopping”
“God Damnit fucking fuck shit” you suddenly heard Georgia swear
“What happened?” you quickly walked into the living room not used to your girlfriend swearing so openly – the occasional “fuck” yes but that?!
“I got a speeding ticket!!” your girlfriend exclaimed upset holding the letter into your face
You didn't know how to react so you did the first thing that came to mind – you bursted out laughing as you took the letter from her looking at the little black and white picture on it
“What did that picture cost you Stanway?” you laughed
“You have to give it back so I can look” your girlfriend grumbled as you already handing the letter back “... 178,50€ and a one month suspension.... fuck”
“What does that mean?” you asked looking over her shoulder
“I have to hand in me license for a month....” Georgia was pissed now – pissed at herself
“You know that you could get better pictures of yourself from fans for free right... you didn't have to do a shooting that's so expensive” you grinned smugly
“Not in the mood Baby” your girlfriend growled
“Hey... G... Baby” you softly said seeing how tense her body was “... it happened okay... nothing you can do about it... it just means you have to go to training with public transport – or maybe someone can pick you up”
“It's not that... I'm pissed at meself” Georgia grumbled her Manchester accent coming in thick
“Shit happens... I can drive if you want” you shrugged your shoulders
“I'm not giving you my Audi... I saw what that stunt guy taught you” your girlfriend looked at you shocked
“So... public transport it is then... we need to go shopping” you shrugged your shoulders walking towards the bedroom and you heard Georgia groan loudly
“What's that?” you pointed at some weird looking steaming mass at the meat counter
“Leberkäse” Georgia said “It's translated to liver cheese but it hasn't got any cheese in there... it's just meat.. normally served warm in a bun with sweet mustard”
“Sounds.... yummy” you pulled a disgusted face but smiled as soon as the saleslady looked over
“It's not bad... you wanna try it?” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders
“No thank you” you said shaking your head slightly
“You want something else to eat? Schnitzel or Bratwurst?” Georgia asked again getting excited that for once she's the one who knew all the food instead of you
“Can't we just get some vegs and make some pasta?” you looked at your girlfriend pleadingly
“Since when are you voluntarily eat vegetables?” the blonde looked at you confused
“This looks all so.... much” you said ashamed looking at the meat counter
“We can share a Bratwurst if you like... like.. to go and then make something at home” your girlfriend offered “.... cause I'm starving”
“You're always starving” you rolled your eyes “... but sounds good”
“Okay...” Georgia smiled turning towards the saleslady “Hallo... eine Bratwurt im Brötchen bitte”
“You sound like you're choking when you speak german” you said flatly
“You want ketchup or mustard?” Georgia chose to ignore your comment looking at you expectantly
“Is it like.. a must?” you eyed the sausage carefully
“Of course not...” your girlfriend shook her head addressing the saleslady again “Entschuldigung.. wir brauchen noch eine moment”
“Des is koa problem – nehmts eich nur Zeit... wir han schliaßlich ned auf da flucht” the lady smiled
“Whatever she said” you mumbled confused “What did she say?”
“I have... a slight clue but I'm not sure – I think she said to take our time” Georgia looked a little bit lost too
“I thought you spoke German” you shook your head at her in disbelieve
“That was Bavarian... I can speak tiny little bit Bavarian... but not.. like sentence” your girlfriend answered
“Gosh... it's like Lucy and catalan all over again...” you rolled your eyes
“Ketchup? Mustard? Nothing?” Georgia asked you again
“Well... I don't know... what's authentic?” you looked again at the sausage – this was answer enough for your girlfriend
“Senf bitte” she smiled proudly at the saleslady
“Oamoi mit senf... basst” the woman smiled and squeezed an awful amount of Mustard on the sausage “Bittschee... da hobt's eier bratwurst... zwoadreisge mochts”
“Dankeschön” Georgia smiled and handed the lady some cash in trade with the sausage roll “Das passt so”
“Mei merce dia derndl” the lady smiled brightly
“Take a bite” your girlfriend looked at you with excitement “It's really good”
“It's... spicy” you said after you took a bite handing the roll back to Georgia
“So you don't like it?” her face fell slightly
“No no... it's good... just... different you know” you quickly said “... I've never had a sausage like this”
“Oh yeah... it's a weird taste at first.. but you'll love it soon – it's the best... what's also good, but A LOT is schweinshaxe” Georgia smiled happily
“Come again?” you choked on your water
“Schweinshaxe... it's deep fried pigs leg.. it's REALLY good but you need about four people to eat one portion” your girlfriend snickered at your shocked face
“A pigs leg....” you swallowed hard trying not to heave
“Trust me... sounds disgusting but is REALLY good” Georgia said as she took your hand starting towards the shopping center with her sausage roll in the other hand
Two hours later you sighed in relieve once you kicked the front door closed with your foot. You've never been a fan of shopping. But shopping in a big ass shopping mall with five million shops for everything and some more with 35 million people around who obviously understand you just to answer your questions in german was just too much for you. Also – half the stuff they sell you never heard off. For example “Obazda”. Never heard of it but apparently it's the shit under the locals. Georgia made you try it and you were 97.8% positive cyanide wouldn't taste much different. G explained that it was basically just cream cheese with brie cheese and some spices but you were sure that stuff was poisonous. Your girlfriend laughed tears when she saw your face and heard the sounds you made after you put that little testing spoon in your mouth. The second you could talk again – after you cleared your mouth with Spezi – you threatened your girlfriend with no sex for the next six month which cause G to buy you some weird looking sweet dish. She called it “Auszogne” - it was weird looking but oh SO tasty.
Back in Georgias apartment you dropped all the shopping bags and just fell face forward onto the couch with a loud grunt
“You okay?” your girlfriend poked her head inside
“Just tired” you mumbled into the pillows
“I'll quickly put away the groceries and cook something okay... stay there and rest” Georgia said and went into the kitchen
“Okay” you sighed relaxing instantly – until your brain registered what she just said and you shot up and off the couch into the kitchen “no!”
“No?” your girlfriend asked confused “No what?”
“I cook... you just... put the stuff away” you said quickly
“I can cook” Georgia said a little offended
“The last time you set fire to the potatoes” you deadpanned “FIRE G – I didn't even know potatoes could burn even less catch fire”
“They were dry from the beginning” your girlfriend defended herself
“No Baby... they weren't... so you do groceries I do food” you smirked and Georgia rolled her eyes and grumbled a little bit as she started to put away the shopping
“Fuck me” your girlfriend moaned as she ate the first fork of the dinner you made
“Been there – done that” you smirked but started to eat too
“Where and when did you learn to do.... that?” Georgia gestured in between your plates
“Making pasta? Pretty much when Lucy fled to Spain and left me to fend for me own” you said shrugging your shoulders
“She didn't flee.... she did what was right for her career” G looked at you “... like when I went to Munich... sometimes you have to make decisions you don't really wanna make”
“Yeah I get that... it was the way it happened” you said avoiding your girlfriends eyes
“What do you mean?” Georgia looked confused before taking another fork full of pasta
“You know how I found out Lucy was transferred to Barcelona? Through the media... she didn't tell me herself – I found out through Instagram” you said and G noticed how your voice changed
“Hey... calm down” your girlfriend said taking your hand on the table “... maybe she just didn't know how to tell you...”
“She had no problem telling me she's going to Lyon” you pointed out
“I... don't know what her reasons were but I'm sure she had some” Georgia said a little lost
“Oh I can tell you the reason... the reason was.... is... Ona Batlle” you smiled sarcastic “... You know Lucy and Keira basically split after the Euros... and like.. 8 month later there's the first speculation about a new girl at her side??”
“Ehrm....” now you lost Georgia completely
“Sorry... I really don't want to talk about Lucy.... what are tomorrows plans?” you took a deep breath “And more importantly... where is Giovanni”
“Tomorrow... training at 4... other than that? Nothing?” your girlfriend was glad about the topic change “... and Giovanni... waiting in the bedroom for you”
“Perfect... didn't you tell me you wanted to take me out for breakfast?” you smirked sweetly
“Oh I see how it is... spending all me money why don't you” Georgia rolled her eyes smiling
“Says the woman who has to pay a 180 bucks fine for speeding” you shot back
“And here I thought you love me” your girlfriend grumbled offended
“I do love you... I've never cooked for anyone else than myself before” you pointed your fork at her a slight glint in her eyes
“And it's delicious...” Georgia quickly said
“I better fucking hope so.... I kinda want to do that for a living one day” you answered smiling
“You do?” your girlfriend looked at you surprised
“Yeah.... since Keira left too I was looking after myself – so I started to cook
“Morning...” you heard Georgia mumble into your neck pulling you closer into her
“Go back to sleep... it's still dark outside” you grumbled but melted into her
“That... are the blinds Baby... it's actually 9” your girlfriend chuckled
“Ugh fuck me... you're awake aren't you?” you groaned
“Yeah...” Georgia said a little embarrassed
“Ugh” you groaned again “... go... running or something... I want to sleep”
“I thought about taking you out for breakfast... I promise it's worth it... Avo-Toasts as many as you can eat” your girlfriend nuzzled into your neck
“Orange juice?” you asked your eyes still closed
“As much as you can drink” you could feel G grin into the back of your neck “... and a shower before we leave”
“I swear Stanway if you drag me out of bed for a shitty coffee I tell Lucy we had sex with her sleeping on the couch” you grinned evilly and your grin widened when you felt your girlfriend tense behind her
“You... wouldn't right?” Georgia asked carefully knowing fully well which situation you talked about
“Get me good coffee and I won't.... my dear” you said sweetly as you stood up walking towards the bathroom leaving your baffled girlfriend behind before turning around “You coming?”
Seconds later you heard the blankets rustle and Georgias naked feet on the hard wood floor.
“Oh god... this is GOOD” you moaned shamelessly at your first sip of coffee
“Could you please not act like you're shooting a porn right now... it's just coffee” Georgia said turning bright red looking around if someone looks
“You should be able to tell me moans apart Stanway” you shot back not caring who's listening – you haven't even had your first coffee yet
“Oh god” your girlfriend groaned embarrassed “Just... keep drinking...”
“What a sight for sore eyes” you suddenly heard behind you and your head shot up
“Seriously??? Munich has like... 500 million people and YOU find me amongst them?” you asked the person behind you without turning around
“I told you... I'll always be able to find you... Liefje” the person answered and you could hear the smirk in her voice
“You sound like a stalker... and don't call me Liefje... only ONE Gouda-head is allowed to call me that – and the last time you weren't her” you smirked as well still with your back to that persona
“I'm gonna tell your precious Head coach you called her a Gouda-head...” the person said a little offended
“Oh I called her far worse to her face... so by all means... be me guest” you continued smirking
“I gladly be your guest” the person said pulling a chair over to your table and flopping down trying to steal your coffee
“First and only warning... If you try to grab me coffee again I'm going to shoot your feet with a nailgun” you growled holding your cup out of her reach
“Hello too you to Baijings” now Georgia grumbled feeling left out
“What's up Stanny?” the Netherlands player grinned opting for stealing half of your avocado toast
“May I ask why you crush our breakfast?” your girlfriend asked a little irritated
“Actually just walked past and saw that... sweetheart over here through the windows and thought I'd say hi...” the blonde said before biting into your toast “Shit that's good stuff” she moaned which made you laugh
“Stop moaning like you shooting a porn” you threw your girlfriends words in your friends face laughing
“Sweetie... you know what I sound like when I REALLY moan” the dutch threw back which caused Georgia to choke on her tea
“Excuse me?” your girlfriend coughed
“Get your mind out of the gutter Stanny...” the blonde waved off “... I stayed with Viv in England for a week and so did the gremlin here... apparently the walls were very thin”
“Scarred me for life” you mumbled disgusted before you tried to bite into the other half of your Avo-toasts only to have it taken out of your hand by Jill “Come on now” you whined
“You snooze you lose” the dutch shrugged her shoulders
“G...” you whined looking with puppy eyes at your girlfriend “... por favor”
“Por what?” your girlfriend looked confused
“Damnit... spaniard again.... these paella eating shrimp lovers mushed me brain....” you snipped your fingers “.. please...”
Your girlfriend just sighed and waved the waitress over to order you another avocado toast.
“German sounds so weird...” you said as a matter of fact after the waitress whose Nametag said her name was Dinara left again “... but not as weird as dutch”
“Excuse me?” Jill exclaimed starting to cough a second later
“Please die more quietly on that toast thank you” you smirked satisfied that you threw her off guard
“One day I'll get you back for all those mean comments I tell ya” the blonde pointed an accusing finger at you
“Be... my... guest” you grinned
“Are you happy to wait here Baby?” Georgia asked her voice low as you just found a seat in the shade at the Bayern trainings ground
“Sure... I'm gonna watch you and tell you afterwards if you're able to be a pain to Barca” you grinned and your girlfriend quickly looked left and right before pressing a lightning quick kiss to your cheek
“There she is.. my favorite player” Alexander greeted you happily and came over to hug you for your girlfriend to look absolutely offended
“I'm here too” she huffed out
“We all know she's my favorite... nice work with Rubiales... looked like you got him good... did he need stiches?” the Norwegian asked grinning widely
“Sadly not.. but it was definitely broken” you grinned proudly back
“Such an amazing bitch move” the Trainer couldn't stop grinning
“Thank you... just to let you know... I don't hold back for anyone...” you now smirked
“So Georgia... starting XI the whole season... how does that sound?” the Norwegian laughed understanding you immediately
Your girlfriend just huffed rolled her eyes and turned to leave
“You need more than her if you want to scratch Barcas ego” you looked at him seriously “I watched them train... you need something”
“Giving me tips so we can win over your sister?” the trainer grinned
“No... I'm giving you tips so you can annoy them...” you shrugged your shoulders “They won two titles already... they only have the Coppa and the Champions League left... I want you to at least annoy them... and not annoy them with rough play – I want you to annoy them with your skills... Harder, Eriksson, Stanway, Viggó, Guili... you got good players... use them”
“Give me a little more” the man got serious
“The player you want to have an eye on is Salma... don't let her run – she a freaking sprinter... have a player on her all the time... Caro is fast as well... she always comes over the right wing... her connection to Aitana is unmatched...” you started seriously “... Alexia is dangerous in general – from far, near or in private... don't let her get the ball on her left foot... Ona and Aitana are dangerous because they're small and agile – one second they're on you right and a split second later they're on your right... they all have an amazing ball control... but they're not.. flawless” you pulled a face when you said flawless getting a flashback.
“Thanks y/n... greatly appreciated” the Norwegian nodded and left to start training
You watched the girl train for a bit before closing your eyes relaxing in the shade with the players shouting for the ball or the pass or whatever. Lucy always said since you were a wee baby you were able to fall asleep with thousands of people screaming around you without any problems. When it would be quiet tho you screamed your head off yourself – up to this day you didn't like it when it was totally quiet. So even now it wasn't a problem for you to nap away until you felt a presence in front of you. When you opened one eye you saw your slightly panting girlfriend leaning on the railing smiling at you
“Yeah?” you asked a little dazed
“We're done... I'm heading for the shower... you wait here or outside?” Georgia smiled
“Gonna wait here... got comfortable” you yawned
“Okay... Gonna be quick” your girlfriend smiled pushing herself off the railing walking into the tunnel
You looked around and noticed you were really alone at the trainings facility. You were alone except for a stray ball in the corner. One for being raised with cleaning up a field after training you slandered over to the ball and picked it up. What you didn't expect was that the ball slipped out of your hands and bounces off the ground. Like on autopilot you started to do keep upsies while walking down the sideline. The ball bounced off your feet easily until you didn't got the angle right and it bounced away further into the field. You jogged after it kicking it up again before catching it on your forehead balancing it a little before letting the ball fall again catching it this time with the inside of your right foot holding it there for a second before starting to perform a few tricks.
Unknowns to you Georgia came back wanting to get you so you could go home to find you walking down the sideline playing with a ball. She quickly pulled out her phone starting to record a video when the ball bounced off your foot wrongly and rolled into the middle of the field. Your girlfriend thought you were done know knowing from stories how easily irritated you became at times but to her surprise you kept going. So she kept filming. After watching (and filming) you some more your girlfriend carefully retreated back into the tunnel giving you some more time with the ball for the first time in what felt to you like forever. Even tho you didn't play for over three years know you still could feel it. The way the ball bounces on your foot. The way the grass felt under your soles. The strength you needed to play it higher. You remembered it all.
When you were done you chipped the ball into one of the ball containers on the side of the field before making your way towards the tunnel and the locker rooms.
“Stanway...” you said entering the locker room to find everyone gone except your girlfriend who just dried her hair “... Babe you're still not done??” you whined
“Yeah sorry... got caught up with Guilia” your girlfriend smiled apologetic
“I'm getting hungry” you said and right on cue your stomach rumbled
“Yeah lets go..” Georgia said getting her bag and holding out her hand for you to take
“I thought Chinese...” you said as the door closed behind you not knowing your girlfriend send her video all the way to Barcelona to her best friend who received the message with the capture
When Keira clicked on the video tears sprung immediately into her eyes and she began to silently happy cry
“I think she's home”
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I Didn't Want This Either
l Luke Hughes l masterlist l part 1 l
* warning: death *
"Can we talk?" Jack knocked on the window of Luke's car. He didn't like what he was going to ask Luke, but he needed to get the conversation over with.
"What's up?" Luke watched as Jack fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket.
Jack took a deep breath in, counted to five, before let out the inhaled air.
"I know this is never probably going to happen, but I just want to be prepared just in case. because you never know what could happen. and Addie agrees with me, for once, I know it's crazy.
"Jack spit it out."
"Now that I have two kids. I've been thinking more about what happens to them if something happens to us. And I think I want you to raise them if we can't." The older brother asked of the younger one.
"Jack, I don't know." Luke contemplated what he was being asked, which was really nothing, but he knew. "Isn't there anyone better for the job? Mom? Quinn?"
"No, Luke. Quinn and Liv have enough going on and Mom and Dad don't need to raising two little kids after the raised us." Jack explained. "Plus you're great with them and they love you so much. Please Lukey."
"Fine"
"Great! I'll add you to daycare pick up." Jack reached over to give his brother an awkward hug before they went on with their separate ways.
--
"You're pretty." Jack chanced a glanced over at his beautiful wife. They had just dropped the kids off at daycare and were on their way to the rock.
"You're not too bad yourself Mr. Hughes" Addie said scrunching her nose at the man next to her.
"I'll talk to Luke or Nico today, maybe one of them can take the kids and we can have tonight." He kept looking back and forth from the road to his wife.
"Jack watch the road please." She clenched her jaw. There was traffic all around them, making her feel a bit nervous.
"What Ads? It's fine." Jack's eyes left the road again to look at his wife.
"Jack!"
Jack never saw the car until it was too late.
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"Shit. Shit. Shit." Luke jumped out of bed. He scrambled to get ready for practice when the brain fog cleared and he saw it was after 10 am already.
He was so late. His alarms must not have gone off or something, because he was never late for practice. And here he was going to be late for the first time in forever.
Luke chose to forgo his usual morning routine and caffeinated beverage, thinking it might give a chance to get to the practice facility faster.
He was almost there when the traffic started to picked up. There must have been an accident. All sorts of emergency vehicles were surrounding the area.
As Luke got closer to the heart of the situation he noticed a two crumpled up cars. A silver one and a very familiar looking green one.
Luke got a good long look at the wreck as he passed it. Two white sheets littered the ground, the car accident must have been that bad that people died.
That's why there was so much commotion.
He felt bad for the family that was going learn the news that they lost people they loved. Little did he know his phone was blowing up at the moment, messages and phone calls from his parents and brother, family members, teammates, and close friends with that specific news.
The now super late hockey player got to his destination only an hour later than he was supposed to be there. He thought it was a bit odd how the normally packed parking garage was near empty. Where was everyone?
"Luke what are you doing here?" Nico frowned at the defensemen who was trying to get ice ready as fast as he could.
"I know I'm late. I didn't set my alarm and then there was some big accident. I'll do extra of whatever you want. I'm sorry." Luke finishing up lacing his skates up. If he had been looking at Nico eye's went wide at the mention of the accident.
"Practice was cancelled a couple of hours ago."
"Why would they do that we have a game tomorrow?"
"The league is thinking of postponing it"
"Why?" he stopped what he was doing to look up at his captain. There was a feeling in the room, there was something seriously wrong.
Luke finally glanced around the empty locker room, it held the same odd feeling that the lot had.
"Um. Have you looked at your phone lately?" The older man scratched the back of his head nervously.
Luke furrowed his brows at the question. No, he hadn't looked at his phone, he had been a little busy trying to get there as quickly as he could, the action didn't feel necessary at the time.
But now a bad sinking feeling was telling him that maybe he should.
He had a total of 19 missed calls from him Mom, Dad, and Quinn alone. Not to mention the other various voicemails that completely filled the digital voicemail box was completely filled. On top of that there were over a hundred txt messages from a variety of people.
There was even a message from Jack, a simple heart emoji followed by an 'i luv ya bro,' that was timestamped hours before everything else.
"Nico, what's going on?" His voice hitched after he read a txt from Trevor that read 'i just heard about j. i'm so sorry.' When Luke looked up from the device he took note that Nico was now accompanied by their new coach and a few devils' personal.
"Luke you should call your parents back" The captain picked at the skin around his fingers.
"No just tell me. What's going on?" He thumbed through his device trying to decipher the
"Let's take this somewhere a little more private. Yeah?" The group of higher ups attempted to usher then to a different room a little more quiet and appropriate to have this conversation. Luke shook them off, wanting them to just spit it out.
"Say it Nico" Luke shook them off. He wanted Nico to just spit it out. He was tired of this go around and the hesitation
Nico sighed heavily. He didn't want to be the one to tell his friend the news, it would be better if it were coming from a family member, but they were all on there way to New Jersey at moment. So he had to do his best.
"There was an accident" Nico began to say. Luke felt his heart beat faster, and a pit forming in his stomach as he realized what Nico was telling him. Maybe this would have been better coming from his mom or dad, hell even Quinn.
"Jack and Addie were in the car-" Nico continued. That green car that look familiar. Jack had a green car.
"No no no no no no no." He covered his ears in an attempted to block out what Nico was telling him. This wasn't happening.
"they didn't make it." Nico finished. He put his hand on Luke's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. The kind gesture didn't help anyeay as Luke grabbed the nearest garbage pail and emptied the contents of his stomach in it.
It was true. It couldn't be true. Jack wasn't dead. This was all just some sort of prank, a sick joke. Jack was going to walk around the corner and say sike.
He need to get out of there. Anywhere but there. He had this pain in chest, and it was hard to breath anytime he thought of his brother.
He got in his car and drove without a destination in mind. He drove and drove until he found himself in a deserted mall parking lot, not another car or person in sight.
Luke sat in his perfectly fine car and screamed. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would be able to judge him. Not that he cared. He needed to get his emotions out.
Why Jack? Why couldn't have been him? If only he had been on time today, maybe it would have been him in that accident and Jack would still be alive.
He had been receiving texts all day. Luke ignored all of them. A few people called, he ignored those too. Ellen had been calling him at least once every hour, but he still refused to talk to her.
There was one number that had been persistently calling him, even more than his mother had. Maybe she had gotten a hold of a phone and was calling from that. He didn't know, but he finally decided to answer the call.
"Hello, this is Kiya over at Happy Times nursery, am I speaking to Luke?" The very peppy and friendly lady ask.
"Yeah, I've been a little busy, what is this pertaining too?" He mumbled his reply confirming it was him.
"Good, good. We've been trying to reach Jack or Addie for a couple of hours now seein that it is well past pick up time for Lucy and Felix. We were just wondering if someone was on their way to retrieve them. They are our last kids for the night and we would like to go home."
Shit
Let me know what you guys think!
#luke hughes#jack hughes#luke hughes imagine#jack hughes imagine#luke hughes fic#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#nhl fic#Luke Hughes x reader
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A Polin Take Nobody Asked For #1
Here I'll be yapping about different things I've noticed from Polin's Story in the Bridgerton Series. Don't know how many parts this will be, but here goes the first!
Colin's Fake Persona
Most of us (with media literacy) realize that the Colin when see in the beginning of season 3 is not the real Colin. He has traveled and returned to the Ton with this new personality to try and fit into society and the other men.
Many have stated that this is because he acts this way (flirting, brothel visits, etc) because he is simply mimicking the actions of the other gentleman and his own brothers. This all makes sense and it is a very good take, but then I took a deep dive and came up with this.
What if the reasoning behind this new Colin is actually because of Pen and what happened last season.
Let me explain:
We learn from Colin that Pen didn't respond to his letters while he was away despite him constantly writing to her. It is never really mentioned or inferred that he stopped writing to her due to her non replies, so it seems like he had hope that she would respond one day.
Now, we know that Pen and Colin have always remained in touch whenever he was gone away based on previous seasons, which meant that he always had Pen to rely on to share his adventures with through his letters and still had a piece of home with him by reading her letters.
Fast forward to him returning this year and despite this new personality he still seeks out Pen. When he greets his family, he instantly looks around for Pen because she has always been there with his family when he returned in the past. Once he realizes she's not there, he glances over towards her house, as a reflex.
Then at the debutante event he seeks her out again and when he finds her can't wait to see and talk to her. In his mind, he thinks everything is okay and they'll jump right back into their old friendship.
But then she keeps their conversation short and he realizes that something is different with Pen. At this point he thinks it is from whatever is going on between Pen and Eloise, which could also not be helping the case, but isn't really the main reason.
Then we see their next interaction at the ball and once again, Colin seeks her out. He notices her when she walks in and even looks towards her direction once more even after everyone else has moved on. He again, notices that she leaves and is upset, despite being surrounded by the Fife and his friends and trying to keep up with the persona, he has to check on Penelope.
It's in this moment he finds out about why Pen is upset with him and as soon as he realizes this, that previous act, falters and he wishes to make things right, but Pen won't have it and walks away.
It's looking back at his words in this moment mixed with what we learn from his journal entry and just the overall arc of his character in these four episodes that got me thinking.
We hear from Colin that he missed Pen because she never responded to his letter. He missed their connection, their friendship, their conversation, his feeling of home, etc. So, while on his travels, he decided to seek out such a connection in the only way he knew how and that was by taking on the rake persona because that's the only gentlemen experience he knew.
I mean think about it, he was very young when his father died and we don't really know if Edmund had his own rakish days since he and Violet fell in love so young, so he only has his brothers to look up to as well as the rest of the rake bros in the ton.
Yet, we also know despite him taking on this new personality and action, he never did find that connection or fill the longing he was feeling from missing Penelope. The only reason why he keeps up with this act for so long is because he finally was feeling accepted by everyone, even his own family, so he felt like this was who he was supposed to be.
But when he realizes that what he feels for Penelope isn't just platonic love or feelings, he slowly starts to take off the mask and become the person he really is because Penelope accepts him.
Honestly, there is more I could say about this one topic, but this is already long enough. Ha
P.S. I will add that I really would love a prequel about Violet and Edmund. I know that Julia Quinn doesn't want to write it because of Edmund dying, but I still think Shonda and Netflix could do a similar spin off like Queen Charlotte where it's not their whole story, just the beginning. I definitely think Colin is similar to Edmund and it would be lovely to see any parallels between Edmund/Violet and Colin and Penelope 's love story.
#bridgerton#colin bridgerton#colin x penelope#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton netflix#bridgerton s3#penelope featherington#polin#polin bridgerton#penelope x colin
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I’ve had this idea for a minute and I love your writing style so hopefully you can do it! Mike x reader and reader has a daughter from a previous relationship and Mike is looking for a respectful way of talking about her! I was picturing it in the another man magazine article he did but whatever you think is best!
Anon, darling, you came to the right person for this because I already had an idea brewing. For the Mike x famous reader universe, I have multiple scenarios for when they meet, but the one where she has a daughter with someone else is actually a new idea I’ve been dabbling with for nearly a week.
The father isn’t in her life, our reader is just being a single mother, so when the two of them do start dating, Mike is very much treading on his responsibilities, because he doesn’t want to overstep, but he also wants to help when he can. I think it also takes her a little bit to warm up to Mike, just because she’s a shy girl, and she’s around 3-years-old when they meet. But once he asks to see her Barbie’s, oh man, it’s game over. They become best friends. She’s always asking for “Bike” to come over.
(It’s hard because she primarily lives in New York, and of course he’s in Ohio, so she doesn’t understand why Bike can’t just come over right now).
He even has a room made up for her at his house. He painted the whole thing, got her a bed set up, even bought her some of her favorite toys for her to just keep there for when she visits.
When they do the interview, I can see Mike carefully bringing her up over lunch. Maybe the background of his phone is a photo he took of her sitting on a giant pumpkin from when the three of them went to the pumpkin patch the previous fall.
When I bring up the photo, he pauses to look down at his phone with uncertainty, but it vanishes quickly before you had a moment to process his emotions.
“That’s my girlfriend’s daughter… We went to the pumpkin patch last year and she wanted to bring home the biggest one she could find but… She bit off more than she could chew.” He laughs, unlocking his phone and begins to scroll through is camera roll, pointing to photos he’s taken of her over recent months.
“This one,” he says, turning his phone around to show me a selfie he had taken himself. “She wanted to play ‘Beautiful’ as she calls it… She does my makeup and hair to make me look beautiful.” The photo shows Mike with bright blue eyeshadow, glitter covering his cheeks, bright pink lipstick adorning his lips, and ribbon tied precariously in his hair. “It did make me feel pretty beautiful.”
Lastly, he shows me a photograph he keeps folded neatly in his wallet; it’s of the two of them in his dressing room from when he was on the West End last summer. She wears his cowboy hat and boots, much too big for her, while he is bent down to kiss her cheek.
She’s mentioned later in the article when Mike talks about how his refrigerator is covered in drawings she’s made for him, and his favorite, when asked, is the one of three stick figures, and one stick dog, standing in front of a house – presumably his – with the words ‘I love my family’ written atop. He then says he’s working on getting it laminated and framed.
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🖼️Lil Benedict Bridgerton Headcanons Pt 2🖼️
Woohoo part 2 baby!! Part 1 is right here! Some of these are modern!AU some of these are Regency era. As I said before I am truly a ✨slut✨ for this man. Hope y’all enjoy 😊
All r fluff and crack. Bonus Polin Headcanon ❤️
🎨= modern!AU
🎻= Renaissance era
🎨🎻= either
Also mentioned : Colin, Anthony, Kathony, Queer!Eloise, Gregory, and Polin
Ps, my ask and request r open :)
🎨 He went on a gap year before college to travel the world. He went kinda everywhere but he’s not one of those people that’s pretentious and has to talk about it all the time (no shade Colin, he’s more of an excited puppy about where he’s been anyway)
🎨 During cov!d he really honed in on his skills as an artist but also got really into skincare and hair care. Now he does a whole curly hair care routine because even though I can see him keeping his hair on the shorter side, he still likes it to have a little body.
🎨🎻 He would never admit it to Anthony (at least sober) but he wants the love that Kate and Anthony have for each other. He is such a hopeless romantic and I think he wants nothing more in this world than to find someone he feels he truly can’t live without.
🎻 Now we all know Benedict goes to balls more out of family obligation than actually wanting to, but I truly feel like once he’s married, he wants you to throw balls every season. He loves being able to show you off and what better setting them a ball with you as the person of honor. I also feel like he would enjoy throwing balls/parties for his more artistic, not part of the ton friends.
🎨 Now let’s say this is a modern AU where Eloise is a lesbian and our dear Ben is bisexual. I feel like when Eloise came out to him and said “I’m gay” he said, with no hesitation “you too?” I feel like the next day this man would just barge into her place with a gift bag full of Girl in Red, Chappell Roan, and Raneé Rapp albums, a pride flag, and a Carabiner. She would give him the “these are all stereotypes” lecture, but truly she appreciates it.
🎨🎻 I feel like he is very weak willed when it comes to his nieces and nephews. Like he is the favorite uncle, yes it took him bribing the kiddos, and yes he has no shame about it. He would stay firm with them (respecting the majority of set rules) but he will let them get away with small things. It will take him having his own kiddos to understand where everyone is coming from. (trust & believe that the siblings take their revenge)
🎨 He’s weak for a sundress. Weather it’s a cute little flower print, or a simple solid color, he just loves a little flowy sundress. I can’t explain it. It’s just this man’s weakness. (Btw this is what I mean when I say sundress, because apparently the Internet is having a debate about this right now lol)
🎻 Y’all remember when people were painting on each other’s bodies during Covid? Yeah he would do that. I feel like he would very much use u as a canvas during yall’s honeymoon. I feel like it would also end in a little ✨spicy time✨
🎨 While I can really see this man not giving a fck about whether he is fit or not I feel like as he starts to get a little bit older (late 30s early 40s) he would sign up for the gym. I feel like this will be a combination of him wanting to, but also Anthony, Colin, and Gregory would tease him about getting a “dad bod”. He knows though that you love it so he wouldn’t try to get too fit, just enough to be a little toned.
🎨🎻BONUS🎻🎨
He has such a fondness for Pen. This man is in her corner, if her and Colin get into a fight he automatically is taking her side. If he sees Cressida doing some shady sh!t he’s calling her out right then and there. I also feel once Colin and Pen announce their engagement, he would go to her and say “I’m sorry it took him so long to realize what we all knew” AHHH I JUST KNOW HE SHIPS POLIN!!!
#Bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton x reader#Benedict Bridgerton Headcanons#headcanons#colin bridgerton#polin bridgerton#polin#anthony bridgerton#kathony#eloise bridgerton#gregory bridgerton#bridgerton fic#bridgerton modern au#x reader#hope y’all enjoy
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broken (j.m.)
a/n: finally got a request done! it has been done for almost a year (oops) but i finally was able to format it and get it ready to post!
tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader
requested through chat
synopsis: jj meets a girl in the bathroom at a party and takes her back the chateau after seeing himself within her.
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warnings: angst (not for relationship) | toxic relationships mentioned | hurt/comfort (a little) | short
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Y/N feels like she’s just floating through life, not really fitting in anywhere. She didn’t fit in with the rest of the Kooks, but that didn’t stop them from kissing up to her and her family. What made it worse was that she fell for it so many times. She would think her friends actually liked her, and then they would prove otherwise. Like right now.
Standing there, leaning against a wall, she scanned the crowd filling the extravagant house. She didn’t want to come to this party but her “friends” had begged and begged her - even going as far as picking out an outfit for her and promising to do her makeup. She was kicking herself now because it took them about thirty minutes max to ditch her. Huffing, she took a swig of her warm beer, cringing at the taste.
“Oh, my god.” She grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. She could feel an uncomfortable weight settling on her chest as her skin became hot, heat crawling along under her skin but it wasn’t from the fact that the house was packed like a nightclub - no, it was from her becoming irritable and overstimulated. The bra she was wearing was digging into her skin and her boobs were spilling out of it because it was too small. She had told her friends it was too small but they maintained that it wasn’t that small.
But it wasn’t just her attire or the horrible stickiness that hung in the foggy (and gross) air swirling around the enclosed but very fancy living room that was contributing to her irritable mood. It was also the arching of her heart as she was once again pushed to the side. Discarded carelessly, only sought out and used when someone needed something from her. The ache stung her chest, the burning sensation crawling up her throat and encompassing her eyes like ivy consuming an old building.
Her eyes slowly started to well with water as her vision involuntarily zeroed in on one spot on the sticky, luxurious tile floor. The weight of every horrible voice and every single instance that proved to her that she was nothing to anyone settled onto her chest, constricting her lungs as she tried desperately to drag in breaths. The wall of tears continued to build, blurring her vision as the weight increased with each passing second. More memories of her friends and family using her and then ignoring her.
She knew she had a purpose in life. She knew this but it didn’t mean it hurt any less when your sole purpose is to be used by others. To be used, ignored, and forgotten. Blinking rapidly, tears slipped down her face. The warm water pulled her from her daze, making her push herself off the wall. She stumbled as the heels she wore scuffed loudly against the tile floor, her feet skidding as she rushed and stumbled her way towards the bathroom with tears encroaching on her visual field. Luckily her mother forced her to learn how to walk in any sized heel in hopes that she would become a model (until her mother didn’t need the external validation anymore and the idea was quickly forgotten much like she was until she wanted her to become a principal dancer in a ballet company), if she hadn’t, Y/N was sure she would have landed face first into a wall making the night ten times worse and flashing people in the process.
Barging her way through the luckily unlocked bathroom door, she let her body fall back upon it, shoving it closed. The sounds of the party were muffled behind the french door, the privacy glass with floral designs on it cold against the skin of her shoulders and the tops of her thighs. “Can people not have normal bathroom doors?” Y/N took her frustrations out on the existence of the inanimate object. An inanimate object that probably received better treatment than her.
Pushing off the fancy door, she looked at it. Blinking at it, she saw the blurred colours and silhouettes of people milling around outside the door. An inanimate object. A nagging darkness swirled within Y/N’s heart as she stared at this door. Her mind tried to ignore the voice of the darkness taunting her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to believe what it was saying, she fully knew the hisses it spoke were the truth - the people she surrounded herself with only viewed her as an object. She was simply there to benefit them and to give them external awards.
Stumbling backwards, further into the surprisingly spacious half-bath (if you could still call it a half-bath when it had a sauna), her head slowly turned to look at herself in the mirror. Despite the way she felt, she was rather put together. She pictured that her hair was a mess, looking like she was just drug fifty yards through dense forest. She imagined that her mascara and eyeliner were smudged under her eyes, making her look like a raccoon. Lastly, she had assumed her dress was a skew and riding up on the bottom but slipping down on the top. But no, she looked perfectly fine. She just felt like she was a mess. She felt uncomfortable. She felt like an outcast. She felt like she was visibly different from everyone else out there. She felt like she was broken.
“Oh, my god.” Her face contorted as she stared at herself in the mirror before tears started to roll down her face, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. This wasn’t news to her, she knew her only purpose in life was to serve others. Her goals were never her own, they were always made to benefit others around her. She never knew how to be intrinsic.
Burying her face in her hands, her elbows crashed into the marble countertops that practically took up the whole length of the wall in front of her. Who even needed this much counter space? A grown ass person could use it as a bed. In fact, Y/N contemplated crawling up on the cold marble and just laying there for the rest of the party. People could use one of the other ten bathrooms this mansion had. Unfortunately, there was a flaw in her plan. It was made evident when someone burst into the bathroom, startling her so much that the tears stopped flowing and she jumped back, falling on her ass.
“Oh shit,” The guy cursed, throwing the red solo cup he held to the side as he rushed towards her. Her swollen and red eyes opened, seeing him crouched in front of her. “My bad, didn’t know anyone was in here-” He paused, jamming his thumb in the direction of the door he left ajar. “The door was unlocked so I assumed-” He trailed off, blue eyes scanning her. She sniffled, averting her eyes away from the guy, looking at the mahogany cupboards that sat below the marble countertop.
“It’s okay, I should have locked the door. I thought I did.” She waved him off, tucking her legs beneath her, bracing her hands against the tiled floor to start pushing herself up.
“Here, let me help you up. I’m the reason you fell, it’s the least I could do,” The guy offered, grabbing her wrists and pulling on them until he could lay her palms in his rough ones, his fingers curling around her smaller, neater hands. She still avoided looking at him, but she found her eyes flicking to him for a brief moment when his warm touch brought her an aura of calmness. An aura of acceptance. Something this guy should not be giving her. She had heard the stories about him - hell, she’s even seen him in his douchebag action. “I’m JJ, by the way,” He told her once she was standing firmly in her stilettos, his hands still clasping hers to his as she felt his eyes remain on her face.
Of course she knew who he was. He was JJ Maybank. Womaniser extraordinaire, kleptomaniac, heartless player of the island, and no-good-pogue-trailer-trash. That last one she doubted since it was what her parents and her friends called anyone who didn’t have three cars over the price of one hundred thousand dollars each. According to them, the majority of the island was trailer trash, including people who were upper middle class. Despite never interacting with him, she was well aware of him. With his shaggy blonde hair, the dazzling sideways smile that normally hung off his lips, the gleaming blue eyes that always had her falling into a trance when she looked at him. It was impossible for her not to know JJ Maybank - he was every Kook’s wet dream.
She sniffled, her shoulders shaking as her mind looped back to why she was in the bathroom in the first place. Pressing her lips together, she sniffled frantically, trying to will herself not to start sobbing in front of JJ Maybank. While she was confident that he wanted nothing to do with her, she still would much prefer having her fantasy of him running across the beach towards her and whisking her away from Figure 8. She couldn’t have those if the image of him was marred by her blubbering in front of him like a complete mess.
“Hey, hey,” JJ started to freak out, nearly jumping out of his skin as he realised she was starting to cry. His blue eyes wide with panic as his hands let go of hers only to clasp onto her bare biceps, his back hunching to try to look her in the eyes. She whimpered, closing her eyes tightly as she craned her neck to the side in an effort to try and hide the obvious. “Did I hurt you when I scared you?” He asked, concerned.
She simply shook her head, sniffling as she sucked in a long breath before letting it out, trying to calm her shaking body as she tried to hold in the tears that wanted to freely flow down her cheeks. He was probably piss ass drunk with no chance of remembering any of this so she figured she would be the only one to remember this situation. “No, I didn’t hurt myself,” She sniffled, still not looking at him. Her breathing shook as her body trembled - fighting with every ounce of power she had to stop the tears from rolling down her face. “My life is just a mess and you’re probably going to laugh in my face because how can I tell you my life sucks when you’re a pogue who didn’t have power for most of last summer, but it does suck because everyone in my life sucks-” She opened her eyes, shifting them to stare at the centre of his chest, seeing the Carhartt hoodie he wore. It looked good on him. Almost as good as the tank tops he wore every summer. “And they all treat me like shit! Like tonight! I didn’t even want to come tonight, but they begged me to come and once we got here they ditched me!” For a moment, she forgot she was in the presence of someone she had never really talked to before - feeling comfortable in the air that blanketed them. In the air of the room they stood alone in.
“That’s a dick move, bro.” JJ agreed, hands not leaving her biceps as he stood up straighter. He was accepting that she wasn’t going to look him in the eye, but he could see the puffiness of her eyelids, the streaked makeup, and the wobbling of her bottom lip. He felt sick with himself that he felt his heart becoming lighter as he saw her cry and divulge her darkest thoughts to him.
“That’s the way with everyone in my life, they only talk to me when there is a use for me,” She sniffled. Despite the lightness to his heart, he was still weighed down, his heart aching to see someone so torn up. He knew this feeling she kept within her all too well. Like they are invisible to everyone until they are needed. Like they are stranded on an island, made to seem like they are miles out at sea, but they are only feet away from civilization. They felt forgotten. They felt abandoned. They felt alone. Utterly and totally alone in this world. “Who's supposed to be there for me?” She posed the question that weighed on JJ’s mind almost every night. Sober or inebriated. The question stewed in his head.
“We could be there for each other.” He shrugged. He saw how broken she was. Broken like him. A twin flame, both marred by the bruises of life with no one to help shield them from the punches of life.
She finally lifted her head, eyes meeting his. Red filled the whites of her glossy and tearfilled eyes. Her mouth was slack in shock, eyes wide. “What?” She whispered in an exhale, eyes searching his for any sign of drunkenness or insanity. His crystal blue eyes were just that - crystal clear and one hundred percent cognizant.
He took a second before replying, his eyes locked on hers. It confirmed everything for him. He could see his reflection in her eyes. “You’re broken-” He stated, making her face screw up in insult. He could see a snarky remark teetering on the tip of her tongue. “You’re broken like me. I like that. Makes me feel less alone,” He added, watching as her body language became less defensive, her face relaxing into realisation and peace. “If we’re there for each other, maybe then we will finally have people in our lives that just want our company.”
She blinked at him, taken back by the vulnerable request. She knew JJ’s life wasn’t the best. She knew he faced many turmoils and tribulations, but she never thought he would relate to her feelings of loneliness and brokenness. “Okay,” She nodded, her voice steady but soft. “I’ll be there for you.” She extended her hand out towards him, her pinky finger hooked.
He never once dropped his eyes from hers, reaching his own hooked pinky out to her. “I’ll be there for you.” He spoke as his pinky connected with hers, a feeling so intense but calming washing over the pair of them in their solitude.
Suddenly, a body crashed into the bathroom, startling to pair. “Aye, I gotta piss!” A drunken frat guy slurred, the drink in his solo cup sloshing as he fought to stand up properly, leaning heavily on the door frame next to him. JJ and Y/N both forgot that they were at a party. The music that had been muffled by the door had been forgotten about, the drunken crowd of partygoers not even a thought in their minds. It had been just the two of them.
“Come on, let’s go.” JJ released her pinky, making her miss the connection. She didn’t miss it too long for he grabbed her hand gently, turning and walking her towards the door.
“Where,” She asked, slightly panicked. In her panic, she found her other hand that didn’t have her fingers intertwined with his reaching out to grasp his forearm, stumbling in her heels as she shuffled closer to his wide, muscular back. “I don’t want to go back to the party, my makeup is a mess!”
“Don’t worry, I know a place,” He reassured her, his voice soothing her. She was blindly trusting him and, oddly, she didn’t feel a sickening twist in her stomach. “A place I can go to escape most of the world. The Chateau."
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Respite
Summary: After a really bad argument with your brother Mike, you are left feeling distraught after both of you said things you shouldn't have. As you're struggling to come to terms with what happened, you find comfort in the person you least expected. | Words: 4.225K. Requested by @xxinmyfnafworldxx.
Warnings: Mentions of child disappearance. Mentions of poverty. Cursing, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, family drama, family issues, unresolved romantic tension. Smoking. A bit of an age gap, since Reader is younger than Mike and Vanessa. Fem!Schmidt!Reader.
A/N: Okay, yeah, I know this took long but I was busy, sorry. School is beating my ass, my cousin got into a car accident and a stray dog bit me in the leg. It may not have the same quality as the last one, but I did put in a lot of effort, and I do like how this turned out, so I hope you guys like it too.
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Nebraska, 1987.
“During autumn, Nebraska is colder than at home. So don’t take off your sweater.”
That was the first thing your dad said when he helped you get out of the car.
Garrett and Mike were already playing tag around the campsite. You chuckled and ran after them, following them into the woods.
That night, at the police station, as you sat beside the only sibling you had left now, you realized your dad was right. Nebraska was indeed colder than Hurricane.
November, 2000.
The past months had been rough.
With Max’s disappearance, you had no choice but to quit your job and stay home to look after Abby while Mike was at work.
After all, Mike had an accident (that he didn’t want to tell you anything about) which caused him to lose another job, which meant even more cost-cutting since he couldn’t keep one job for too long, nor get a high-paying one.
Abby had been there with him the night of the “accident” and she didn’t want to say a thing about it either.
It was driving you insane.
At least things with Aunt Jane had gotten better. But that only was because you had found her passed out in the living room the same night Mike had been injured, and she never came back to bother you and your siblings ever since.
So currently, you were struggling financially, like you always did.
Mike always got the worst of it.
The smallest portion at dinner, the cheapest clothes, the most worn-out shoes.
You lived in a perpetual state of worrying about him. He would just give you a tired smile, and say, “It’s alright.”
You knew it wasn’t.
Everything changed after Mike lost his job at that old restaurant.
Mike and Abby’s relationship had been magically fixed, or at least that’s how it felt.
She wasn’t shutting both of you out anymore, and Mike had become more calm and understanding.
There was also Vanessa, the police girl who had stayed a couple of weeks at your house. She was Abby and Mike’s friend and had also been involved in whatever happened in that old place.
Mike had let her stay in the house while recovering from whatever injury she had suffered.
She had slept on the couch. Sometimes you would go to the kitchen for water in the middle of the night, and you would find her awake, looking through the window.
Vanessa never talked much, at least not with you, she seemed to like Mike more. But you would still stay with her until she whispered goodnight and slipped under the blankets.
Sometimes, you would stay even after she had fallen asleep. You were the only one who could wake her from her nightmares after all.
Then she had moved out and you barely saw her. Sometimes she would drop Abby off from school, or Mike would invite her to dinner.
Vanessa was… fine.
It’s not that you didn’t like her.
No.
You liked her very much.
But you didn’t have time to acknowledge what that meant. Much less let her know.
Not that you were thinking of actually doing it.
After all, it seemed like everyone's life was improving, except for yours.
You still couldn’t go to college like you wanted to, since there were no babysitters around to look out for your little sister.
Mike was still jumping from job to job, getting paid barely enough to help with the mortgage and the basic groceries. And you couldn’t help with that either, since nobody wanted to hire you just for the part-time, and even if they wanted to, Mike wouldn’t approve of it.
And even worse, you couldn’t even go out to make friends, because, even if your older brother had changed, he was still as overbearing and overprotective with you.
You were sure that if you went to look at the meaning of overzealous on the library computers, his name would be the first thing to come up.
It always drove you nuts.
Even if you were young, you were already an adult. You didn’t need him to always keep an eye on you.
You understood it was just a trauma response. You really did.
You were there the day Garrett was kidnapped, after all. You recalled the horrified look on Mike’s face as they were interrogating him. His cheeks were tear-stained, his eyes red-rimmed, and he was so pale anyone could have mistaken him as a ghost.
You could remember him saying, “I just looked away for a second. I swear it was just a second,” to your parents' sorrowful faces over and over again.
Still, it didn’t mean you had to suffer such consequences. You wanted to live a normal life, as normal as you could, regardless of what had happened.
Abby sighed profoundly and shifted on her seat, frowning at her drawing.
You were in the kitchen, making dinner, and close enough to her to notice her discontent, so you pushed the salad you just finished aside and looked at her.
“What’s wrong, Abz?”
She made a face, meeting your gaze. “My friend from school invited me to have a sleepover tonight, but Mike won’t let me go.”
You frowned. When did this kid make friends at school?
And why were you just finding out about it?
“Well, uh,” you trailed off. “Did he give you a reason? Like, is he going to stay late at work tonight?”
Abby shook her head, looking back at her drawing, and put the crayon she was holding down on the table.
Just then, as if you had summoned him, Mike opened the door and stepped into the house.
Abby and you turned to look at him as he took out his jacket, and stepped out of his shoes.
He smiled at Abby, first, ruffling her hair, and looked at her drawing.
“That’s a good one,” he murmured, looking at Abby. He then turned to look at you.
“What’s with that face?” Mike asked casually.
“Abby told me something interesting,” you said, focusing on the salad again.
Mike hummed, peeking into the pots on the stove, and checked what you were cooking. “What did she say?”
You huffed, setting the salad to the side again.
“Well, first of all,” you turned to look at him. “I have just been made aware that she has a friend in school.”
Mike chuckled softly, leaving the pots alone to face you. “Ah, yes. It’s true, she has a school friend.”
You huffed, frustrated. Did neither of them feel like this was important information? After all the time Abby had struggled to make real friends?
“And also,” you continued, “her friend invited her to a sleepover, and you didn’t allow it.”
Mike sighed, already tired from the conversation. “Yes, that’s true, too.”
“So, why can’t she go?” You crossed your arms.
Mike shrugged. “It's not safe for her.”
You scoffed. “You're unbelievable. It's just a sleepover. What's the worst that could happen? Kids consuming too much sugar? She asking her friend's mom to call you because she misses her room? ”
Mike huffed, shaking his head, and tried to walk away from the conversation.
You followed him across the hall and into his room.
“Come on, Mike. What's the worst that could happen? Seriously.”
Mike sighed, turning to face you while he tossed away his tie. “I don't know – I mean, we don't know these people. God knows what strange habits–”
“Are you hearing yourself?” you said, disbelief clear in your voice. “You’re accusing people you don’t know of being,” you gestured with your hands, “weirdos, just because you’re afraid of letting Abby out of your sight!”
Mike rolled his eyes, scoffing. “I'm not afraid, I'm just being careful! It's my job as an older brother–”
“You won't have control over her all her life. You know that, right?” You argued back. “She might be a kid right now but she’ll keep on growing and things will get out of hand, Mike.”
The conversion was turning into a whole-blown argument. You knew you shouldn't press Mike's buttons further, but it was too late to care about that.
“Y/N,” he said in a warning tone. “Don't start this again.”
You scoffed, “Start what, exactly?”
“You know what. I'm not in the mood to argue.”
“You're never in the mood for anything!” You snapped at him. “All you do is work,” you continued. “Or rather, try to keep your job and watch over us like you're our bodyguard. You are going to asphyxiate us with your intensity.”
“I'm just trying to keep you two safe!”
Your voices were raised so high that Abby could probably hear the discussion from the living room.
“Keep us safe–”
“Oh, please,” he practically mocked. “You know I have reasons!”
Before you could argue back, he continued.
“Abby is a kid. She doesn’t understand the dangers she could be in, and you,” Mike met your gaze, “you think I don't notice how you look at me sometimes? Like I'm ruining your life? Like you hate me?”
You huffed, “I don't hate you! I just– I just want some space, okay?”
Mike scoffed, but you ignored him.
“I want to be able to go out at night, to have a job, and make money not only for us to have something to eat, but to buy things for myself too. I want to stop worrying so much about you!”
You took a long breath, trying to calm down.
“I want a normal life. A normal, relaxing life, Mike. Where I can make friends and go on dates without having to sneak out because you won’t agree.”
“Y/N–” he tried to interrupt.
“No!” you cut him off. “You think I don’t know who I remind you of? You think I don't know that when you look at me, you think of Garrett? You think I don’t hear when you tell Abby I look just like him?”
“That’s not true!” he shook his head, now seemingly hurt. “Look, I'm just trying to look out for you! For you and Abby. I'm your big brother–” he said, exasperated. And that was your last straw.
“We don't need you to protect us! Did you forget what happened the last time you tried to look out for one of us?”
A deafening silence followed. Mike deflated, his words dying in his mouth.
You looked at each other for a second before you realized what had been said.
“Fuck,” you exhaled. “Mike, I'm sorr–”
“Get out.”
“But–” You approached him, and tried to take his hand but he cringed, pulling away.
“Please, just…” he trailed off, not looking at you. “Just leave.”
You looked around, thinking of what to do.
Something, anything that could change the situation you were in.
But of course, there was nothing to do, at least not until Mike had calmed down.
So you left his room, looked at him one last time, and closed the door.
You stood still outside his door, letting everything sink in. You were still angry, but you also felt guilty.
Using Garrett’s kidnapping as an argument during the discussion was a low blow. If there was a hell, you were fucked.
Running your hands through your hair, you approached the living room.
Abby was still sitting at the dining table, eyes fixated on her now-finished drawing.
“Abby?” you called, softly.
She didn’t react. It was one of those moments when she felt stressed so she wouldn’t acknowledge you– or anyone, for that matter.
You sighed, took your jacket from the coat hanger, and stormed out of the house.
You walked for a while, just following the river.
After a good fifteen minutes, you stopped. It was cold, and your jacket wasn’t warm enough.
You sighed in frustration, kicking rocks into the water, and finally decided to sit on the grass.
“Was it really that serious?” You thought. After all, even if it was annoying, Mike's overprotectiveness had probably saved you from a lot of trouble.
You ripped up handfuls of grass as you stared at the water.
“Yes, it is,” you said out loud. Blaming him for Garrett’s disappearance was shitty, but you knew your anger was justified. Mike couldn’t keep being like this.
Not with you, and not with Abby, either. He needed to understand. To learn.
But how would he understand and learn if you only told him about your frustrations after bottling up and then exploding?
It wasn’t fair to him, either. Mike would just feel like you’re being antagonistic.
Grumbling, you rummaged through your jacket’s pockets. The wind had started to pick up and you needed something to warm up.
You pulled out a cigarette pack and a lighter from the front pocket of your jacket.
You huffed. Mike would kill you if he found out.
Lighting the cigarette, you took a quick drag and as you put the items away again, you felt something strange in your pocket.
Frowning, you placed the cigarette between your lips and reached into your pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper.
Humming, you unfolded it without care, not remembering what it was.
You almost choked on the smoke.
It was a drawing from Abby.
She had given it to you a few weeks ago after you picked her up from school.
It was a drawing of you, her, Mike, and a little airplane toy. Garrett's favorite.
“God-fucking-dammit,” you said, putting the cigarette back in between your lips to avoid getting ash on the paper.
“Language,” a voice behind you said, and you jumped, turning around.
Standing there, with her blonde hair swaying slightly in the wind, was Vanessa.
“Great,” you thought.
Out of all the people you could have run into this situation, it had to be her.
You noted was wearing civilian clothes: jeans, a cheap-looking sweater, and a jacket. Her hair was also down. Very different from her usual everyday look.
“That’s bad for your lungs. You know that right?” she said, pointing to the cigarette between your lips.
You grumbled, turning to face the water again, and she took it as an invitation to sit beside you.
“I mean that,” Vanessa said, staring at you.
You took a drag and blew the smoke away from her. “I know.”
She hummed. “Does Mike know?”
You frowned, looking at your shoes while the cigarette slowly burned in your hand.
“There’s a lot of things Mike doesn’t know about me,” you answered, meeting her gaze.
You stared at each other for a moment before she spoke again. “Can I?” She said, pointing to the cig. You handed it to her, and she took a puff from the cig.
You smiled. “I thought you said it’s bad for your lungs. What changed?”
Vanessa rolled her eyes, blowing the smoke. She took another puff, then looked at you.
“Nothing has changed, it’s still bad,” and as she said it, she threw the cigarette into the water.
You gasped. “Hey, those are not cheap!”
It was her turn to smile then. “I know.”
You huffed. “Between this and Mike’s pills, I think you can be considered an environmental terrorist.”
Her smile faltered. “He told you about the pills?”
You nodded slowly, humming. “Mike tells me everything,” you said with a smile.
You paused, your mind returning to the night that he arrived limping and with several superficial wounds and scratches, and with a trembling Abby beside him.
“Almost everything,” you thought out loud.
Vanessa looked at the glistening water. “What makes you say that?”
You scoffed. “Come on. Something happened to him in that old pizzeria, and he won’t speak about it. Neither will Abby.”
You looked at her. She shifted uncomfortably under your gaze.
“And I’m assuming you won’t, either.”
She cleared her throat.
“It’s…” She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just something I shouldn’t be the one to tell you.”
You sighed, looking towards the water again. “Called it.”
You two stayed silent for a moment before you spoke up again. “How did you find me anyway?”
Vanessa sighed, rubbing her forehead with one hand.
“Oh,” you breathed out. “Of course.”
Mike had told her to find you.
“He's your brother, Y/N,” she said softly. “I'm sure he only wants what's best for you.”
You felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Yeah sure..." you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "He's always known what's best for me. Like when he convinced me to leave my job so I can stay home and be a housekeeper.”
Vanessa's brows furrowed. “He did?”
You sighed. “It's… more complicated than that, but… that's how it feels.”
A beat passed in silence.
“I know he's doing it because of Garrett,” you murmured.
“Doing what?” Vanessa asked carefully.
“This. All of this…” You sighed. “Not letting Abby hang out with her new friend, convincing me to stay home and take care of her...”
She watched you intently, waiting for you to continue.
“I can't go out at night, he's constantly barging into our rooms, I can't date anyone,” you sighed, and she seemed to understand, her expression softening.
Slowly, Vanessa reached out to you, putting her hand on your shoulder.
"I understand that Mike can be overprotective at times, I can't deny that,” she said softly. "I know it must suck not being able to go anywhere or do anything without him always checking on you..." she sighs, looking you in the eyes empathetically. "But we both know he just wants to protect you, even if he’s doing it in the wrong way. He loves you dearly.”
You avoid her gaze, your eyes focusing on the grass underneath you.
“It's worse with me.”
“Why do you say that?”
You smile bitterly. “Because apparently, I’m the only one who looks just like Garrett.”
Silence.
“I–” She began but cut herself off.
“I just wish,” you continued, “he could just try to move on. At least now he's aware it wasn't his fault, but,” you took a deep breath. “I feel like he's still stuck trying to be a protector instead of just being our brother.”
Vanessa stayed silent, and you were grateful for that. You didn’t feel like hearing fake reassurances while talking about Garrett or his disappearance.
“Every time we try to talk about it, it just turns into an argument,” you whispered
“And why's that?” Vanessa squeezed your shoulder. You felt your heart flutter at the gesture.
“I guess… because we're both too stubborn to hear each other out,” you chuckled tiredly, running your hands through your hair.
Vanessa opened her mouth, but you interrupted her.
“I fucked up today,” you turned to face her. “I kind of… blamed him for Garrett's disappearance.”
Vanessa seemed shocked by this. Then she sucked in her breath between her teeth.
“That's–”
Your expression turned bitter as you felt your face flush in shame.
“I know, you don't have to tell me.”
You hid your face in your hands. “He seemed so distraught, so hurt, I can't… I can't stop thinking about it.”
You felt your nails dig into your scalp. “I can’t stop thinking about the pain in his eyes, I can’t unsee the way he just… shrank.”
Carefully, Vanessa rested her hand on your back, and when you didn't protest, she started rubbing small, comforting circles.
You feel a knot form in your throat.
“I…” you swallowed. “I remember it. The day he disappeared.”
A pause.
“I remember it so vividly,” you huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “I sprayed almost the whole bottle of ketchup on my sweater. Mom guided me to the tent so I could change,” a shaky breath slipped from your lips, and you felt her stomach churn.
The dread, the fear you felt that day would never leave your system.
“Next thing we knew, Mike was running and yelling, desperate. You closed your eyes, the memories flooding your mind.
“Mom, Dad! Help, they took him! They took Garrett!”
You stayed with your eyes closed for a few seconds, as Vanessa kept rubbing your back reassuringly.
“Did you know I had a brother?” She began.
“Really?” You asked with surprise in your voice.
“Mhm,” you could hear her smile in her voice, “we used to be really close. He was always looking out for me.”
“What happened to him?”
Her hand stopped. You tensed up.
“He… disappeared. Many years ago. Just like Garrett.”
You pulled slightly at your hair. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…”
“It's okay,” she said in a solemn voice, but with a small, resigned smile on her face.
“Why are you telling me this?” You finally faced her again.
“Because you can never take your family for granted. You shouldn’t say hurtful things to each other, and if it happens, you should let it cool off and then talk about it, not run away.”
Oh, now she was scolding you.
“I didn't–” you cringed. “Mike asked me to–”
She giggled. Giggled.
“I'm not saying it only because of you. Mike needs to understand that you're an adult now, that he won't always be able to protect you.”
Your eyes lit up. “Will you help me, then? Will you talk to him?”
Vanessa shook her head. “No, Y/N. You two need to sit down, talk, and finally start listening to each other.” She gave you a small smile.
You sighed, nodding.
“Come on,” she said, standing up, shaking the dirt off her jeans, “I'll take you home.”
She extended her hand, and you took it without thinking twice.
Vanessa parked her car in front of your house, sighing softly before turning off the engine.
She looked at you, and after a few seconds, you met her gaze.
“You know,” she smiled, “I’m pretty sure you two can actually come to an agreement.”
You huffed, “That’s easier said than done.”
You pushed the car door open.
“Wait,” she said, holding onto the back of your jacket. You stayed still.
“I mean it, Y/N,” she gave you a soft look.
“Just talk to him. No yelling, not arguing,” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, “talk. Really talk…”
You stared at each other momentarily before she let go of your jacket.
“Hear him and… make him hear you,” Vanessa added, a whisper more than anything.
You nodded, climbing out of the car, and closing the door.
She lowered the window. “Good luck, I guess,” she smiled.
You felt your heart speed up. Was this really the end of it? Would she only speak to you when Mike asked her to? So she was just being nice, right?
You swallowed. “Yeah… Well.”
You felt heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Shame.
“Thanks for the ride, by the way,” you scratched the back of your neck, trying to get rid of the sensation.
“No problem.”
You nodded, and just as you were about to push the front door open, Vanessa called your name and you practically rushed to the car window. “Yes?”
Vanessa let out a breathy laugh and you almost melted on the spot. She opened the glove compartment and took out a notebook and a pen.
She started to write something down.
“In case you and Mike keep having trouble…” She trailed off as she handed you the paper, which had a phone number written on it.
You raised your gaze to meet hers. “If it doesn’t work out, you can call me and I can give you some advice,” she grinned at you.
“And if it does?”
"Maybe we can go for a coffee, then?"
“I don’t like coffee,” you blurted out, feeling your cheeks warm up.
Vanessa's smile grew wider at your reaction and she chuckled softly. "Well, how about tea then? Or maybe we could just go for a walk instead?"
Her tone was playful and her smile was contagious, making it impossible for you to stay embarrassed for long.
You stayed silent, not sure how to respond. All you knew was that it was supposed to be cold outside at this time of the year, but you were sweating.
Vanessa shook her head, still smiling, and her playful tone turned into a sincere one. “We don’t have to if you don’t want–”
“I want to,” you interrupted her. “I do.”
She seemed to perk up.
“I’ll call,” you said, without a doubt. “I promise.”
Vanessa gave you a soft smile before turning the car on, and slowly drive out of sight.
You sighed, turning to push the door open, and to your surprise, Mike was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, and Abby peeking at you from behind him, smiling.
He met your gaze, and against all odds, he smiled at you. “I guess we need to talk.”
You smiled at him. “Yeah,” you looked down at the small piece of paper in your hands and swallowed. “Yeah. We do.”
Mike sighed, gesturing for you to come inside.
“So you heard all of that?” You said in a weary voice, and Abby giggled.
Mike shook his head. “Maybe we should eat first, I’m about to pass out.”
Right, you still hadn’t had dinner. Your stomach grumbled.
As you followed your brother into the dining room, you had the sensation that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright.
A/N: Reblogs are not only appreciated but also encouraged. Reblogs are what keep the fandom going.
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And here's Pure Vanilla/Vanilla Milks design for the AU, I gave him black hair streaks and Red eyes to represent Burning Spice. And then the eyes in the shadows, the eye on the staff, his eye and many other things represent Shadowmilk, the eyes in the shadows are supposed to actually be Shadowmilk essentially still watching over him even while in the tree, also because of that line he says in game where he pretty much says he's been watching Pure Vanilla for like forever/when he got the souljam. Atleast I think that's generally what he said. Anyways heres the Lore for this silly guy.
He's the son of Shadowmilk, and Burning Spice. And is the twin brother of Golden Cheese.
He was originally named Vanilla Milk but it was changed by the Witches when he was given to his adoptive Mother.
He recognized Shadowmilk quite quickly, and when he did he practically ran to and hugged him.
His staff was actually made by Shadowmilk, which was then given to Blueberry Yogurt to keep until PV graduated and then BY gave it to Pure Vanilla when he graduated from the Academy.
He is married to Dark Cacao, and usually visits the Cacao kingdom during the summer months.
When Dark Choco was a kid he would sing the song that SM used to sing to PV and GC to him.
Much like Shadowmilk he can be quite mean when it comes to protecting his friends/family.
White Lily and him aren't as close then they are in game Lore, and he hasn't quite forgiven her yet either.
GC resides the Vanilla Kingdom currently, and while PV is in beast yeast she is the acting queen(Custard the 3rd is making most of the decisions but when it comes to difficult ones it goes through her before it's confirmed)
Pure Vanilla doesn't know much about Burning Spice, although Shadowmilk when speaking of him usually talks about how he was before corruption.
He's usually quite calm but when clotted cream accused them of being just like DE he was tempted to kick him out right then and there.
He's still called Silly Vanilly by Shadowmilk in this AU and it's embarrasses him quite a bit.
He does have a crown which is quite similar to Dark Cacao's, although he doesn't wear it like at all, but it's in his room.
He's quite concerned for GC especially with her blooming relationship between WL and HB, it's more because of her stress with WL and her Kingdom being destroyed but he is confident she knows what she's doing.
He and Dark Choco were extremely close to eachother before DC joined the COD, he did speak to DC when he left the COD wishing him well on his journey.
SM and him talk a lot while he's in Beast-yeast, and will send letters once he leaves even though SM is probably going to go to the Vanilla Kingdom with him(I forgot to mention for SM's Lore but he's actually pretty nice in this au, he acted similar to his Canon self in the beginning, but when he got hugged by PV he generally started acting nicer)
That's it I'm pretty sure- I'd have made him look much more like SM and BS but I didn't want to change him to much from his Canon self, but it plays in with the fact that the Witches probably would've changed the ancients so they don't look like their parents and also changed their names. I'll see you when I do GC
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The Lost Sister - Part 28
Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.
Garrick Tavis x OC
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Violet, Rhiannon and I shuffle into our shared room for our time here at Monsterrat. The room is furnished to the bare minimum. A bunk bed and a single bed pushed up against the walls, and dressers for each of us shoved up next to the door. Least our window gave us a good view of the mountains around us. Violet and I share a worried glance. Despite my signet, I could tell Rhiannon was off even before we got here. She had seem shaky and nervous as we readied to leave in the flight field earlier today. And now its like those feelings had amplified. Her nervousness ebbing off her in waves
Violet finally hitting the limit of what she can take of Rhiannon’s behaviour as she stuffs her pack under the bed and turning to face us as she checks she has all her daggers.
”You going to tell us what’s up?” She asks, her tone slightly annoyed, but also worried for her friend.
I note the slight tremble to Rhiannon’s hands as she straps her sword to her back. “Do you know where we are?”
Violet’s brow furrows as she thinks. “We’re about two hundred miles from the coast.”
And then it hits me. Rhiannon is from this area. Her village would not be far from where we are. She had only mentioned where she was from a few times, but with how nervous she is it all clicks into place.
”You’re village is nearby.” I blurt out.
Rhiannon looks over at me and nods, and I feel all her emotions hit me at once. So strongly I’m surprised I don’t stumble back. “My village is less than one hour away on foot.”
Violet walks forward and takes Rhiannon’s hands in hers as a lay a hand on her shoulder. She doesn’t even have to say what she wants to do. Violet and I already know. I know if given the chance I would want the same. Hell I had known that feeling. Had for the two years I knew Xaden and Garrick we’re so close. So I knew exactly where she was coming from.
”Don’t tell anyone,” Violet whispers even though it was only us in the room. “We have six days to figure it out and we will.”
I nod in agreement and I feel Rhiannon’s shift in emotion as she relaxes knowing she may have a way to go see her family. A loud pounding on the door startles us all.
”Let’s go, Second Squad!”
Fucking Dain Aetos.
Two days later the three of us climb out the window of our room. Luck must have been on our side when assigning our rooms as we are on the first floor. Violet had insisted on tonight as Mira was to be out on patrol. Key word is meant to be. I reach out to grab Violet and pull her back, but its too late and she runs right into Mira, bouncing back into my arms as I steady her.
”Shit!” Rhiannon exclaims as I step back into her.
”Don’t you at least check the corners?” Mira lectures Violet, he arms folding over her chest as she stares down at Violet before it shifts to Rhiannon and I.
”In my defence, I didn’t think you’d be there because you’re suppose to be on patrol.” Violet states as she steps out of my grip.
”You we’re acting super weird at dinner.” Mira’s head tilting to the side as she studies us. “So I switched shifts. Do you want to tell me what you’re doing outside the walls?”
Violet glances at Rhiannon and I but we both shift our gazes, the wall and ground suddenly becoming the most interesting things we have ever seen.
”None of you? Really?” She sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose. “You three need to sneak out of a heavily fortified defensive position because….?”
I step forward next to Violet, Mira’s attention shifting to me. I hadn’t formally been introduced to Mira today, but I could tell from the way her eyes flicker to my hair and the relic mark peaking out of my uniform in the same way Xaden’s does that she knows exactly who I am. Her whole body going slightly rigid as she assesses me. As if trying to decide if I am a threat to Violet or not. But as if seeing how comfortable she is next to me, she relaxes.
”We’re flying to Rhiannon’s village to see her family.”
Mira goes pale. “You think you’re what?”
”We’re flying to her village. It’s like a five minute flight, according to Tairn and-” Violet starts before Mira cuts her off.
”Absolutely not.” Shaking her head at us. “Nope. You cannot fly off like you’re on vacation. What if something happens to you?”
”At her parents house?” I ask her slowly. “Because there’s definitely some major ambush planned just for us on the off chance we might decide to visit?”
Her eyes narrow at me. “I never know with you Riorson’s.” Her tone slightly venomous. Nothing I’m not use to.
Violet pushes between us, as if trying to protect me even though we both know out of the two of us I’d have the better chance on taking on Mira. “We’d be in less danger visiting her parents than we are at Basgiath.” She argues back to her sister.
Mira purses her lips and sighs. “Fair point.”
”Come with us.” Violet blurts out as Rhiannon and I look at each other wide eyed. Not part of the fucking plan at all. “Seriously. Come with us, Mira. She just wants to see her sister.”
As Violet explains the situation to Mira, I feel her change of heart. Violet winning her over in an instant. And before we know it, Violet Mira and I are sat on cushioned benches, watching Rhiannon rock her nephew by the fireplace, lost in conversation with her family. This was worth it. So fucking worth it. To watch Rhiannon get the reunion I will never fully get. But I had a new family now. Yes I still had Xaden. But without our parents or any relatives, we had formed our own family with the other marked ones. And one day I hoped we could have something similar.
”Thank you for helping us.” Violet says to Mira.
Mira smirks. “You would have done it with or without me. Figured this way I’d know you’re safe. What other rules have you broken sis?”
”Where do we start?” I say with a chuckle as I sip the wine Rhiannon’s family had given us.
”Maybe a few here and there. I’ve gotten very good at poisoning my opponents before challenges.”
I choke back a laugh as Mira nearly spits her wine everywhere. Definitely not what she expected from her sister. But I could tell she was proud of her. So proud of all the odd’s her sister at defied, all she had achieved. Violet should not have survived the riders quadrant or be thriving in it like she is. But she was. She was defying all the odds that we’re stacked against her.
”Speaking of sticking away from offspring off the that traitor, I see you’ve managed to acquire another one out of nowhere.” Mira states, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I meet Mira’s gaze. Watch as she takes me in. Her eye’s lingering longer than necessary on my green eyes and paler skin tone, which had actually gained some of its natural tan back since being in the quadrant. A far cry from those of my brother and father. Hell I would be better off passing as a sibling to Imogen. Her brows furrow as if also coming to a similar conclusion.
”Technically not out of nowhere. She was at the college with me.” Violet states bluntly.
Mira looks over and Violet, narrowing her eyes at her. “You know what I meant. None of us knew who she was. Though I won’t lie, didn’t pick you to be a Riorson.”
”Is that meant to be an insult or a compliment?” I ask, challenging her.
Mira chuckles and shakes her head. “Compliment. You don’t remind me of your brother.”
”She’s more like him than you think. And he isn’t that bad once you get to know him.” Violet adds, Mira turning to her, narrowing her eyes again. Definitely not the right thing to say....
The two sisters start bickering so I tune out and leave them to it, turning my attention back to Rhiannon and her family. As risky as tonight was, it was worth it to see this. To watch Rhiannon get some peace. Something that was a rarity at the college, and something I knew we wouldn’t get for a while. Mira motions for us to get going, us three leaving Rhiannon to say goodbye to her family without us there. One last moment before we all head back, and she would have to wait till her letter privileges came into effect in a few months time once we hit second year.
”Have you been stationed with any riders of mated pairs?” Violet asks as we walk towards the door.
”One.” Mira replies as we step outside. “Why?”
As soon as I step over the threshold I feel him. I might not see him, but I know he’s there. Turning I see a patch of shadows larger than what should be there despite how late it is. If Violet’s about to ask what I think she is, she’s about to get her answer in the flesh.
”I’m just wondering how long they can be separated.”
”Turns out, about three days is their max.” Xaden says as the shadows dissipate to reveal him leaning against the wall.
Fucking. Mated. Dragons
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can i do the same thing to you i did to sssammich and upend all the -corps on your desk or is that too greedy 🥴
looping in @yourlocalegotisticalqueerishere since it's easier to do these all in one post ! alphabetical order for funsies under the cut:
agentcorp - no...idk what to say really except the vibes are off for me. sorry chyler </3 i know you wanted to kiss katie so bad. i think alex and lena have similarities & differences (just like every character does with every other character lol) but i personally feel like their specific similarities & differences would cause them to either enable each other's worst aspects or to butt heads constantly. just my onion i know many people disagree and that's fine. also the triple hit of alex trying to nuke lena and justifying it by twisting all her previous good deeds to make them sound bad, lying about it to her face while asking for her help, and then not advocating for her to get her memories back and even encouraging kara to deceive her once again all in quick succession in s5 -- all of which got swept under the rug in s6 -- really soured me on the friendship s4 had built up between them. so i'm not even really a fan of their friendship. tragique :(
braincorp - they are my brotp <333 i don't ship them romantically at all but actually their relationship is probably my favorite relationship on the show period. it helps that they are my 2 fave characters lol but also they are so smart and so bitchy together and i love them <333 brainy is so ride or die for lena even when she gives him literally the worst advice anyone has ever given anyone else in the history of the world and lena feels safe with brainy to express how she really feels and they are kindred spirits. also the parallel to the comics dynamic between brainiac & lex luthor [which should've made it to the show!!! where was the original brainiac???] is poetic. braincorp 4 life !!!
dreamcorp - again i don't ship them at all but it's so bonkers that developing this relationship wasn't more of a priority for the writers. little sisters with asshole siblings who blame themselves for their mother's deaths (and also have magic powers i guess thanks s6 🥴)...the scenes write themselves! or so you would think. i liked that they had some rapport in s6 but also ngl it cracked me up in 6x07 when nia called lena "family" i was like girl this is your first onscreen conversation ever 😭 you are colleagues at best...oh well. i like the idea of them becoming found family though. i don't see the superfriends as a found family (they are actually this cool thing called 'friends' instead) but nia & lena specifically i think could come to lean on each other in a sisterly way.
guardiancorp - so as i've mentioned part of what really piqued my interest in guardiancorp was the reveal that james had 16 scars from lex yet he was able to look past that to see lena for who she was not just as lex's little sister. james as clark's best friend and lena as lex's sister are kind of inherently tied together by the superman/lex drama and i'm interested in how they can work through that to love each other anyway. one thing i find interesting about them is that they are deeply different in ways that could set them at odds -- lena is a luthor, james is team super; lena is a white woman, james is a black man; lena is morally flexible, james is much more morally steadfast/rigid -- yet they are able to find solidarity and common ground with each other despite those things and have each other's backs. a lot of people like to point to the scene where lena & james are completely out of sync at game night as evidence that they were never really right for each other, but the thing i always remember is that lena wanted to practice with him afterwards. she wanted to put in the work. that's actually very romantic to me. another thing i like is how protective they are of each other; morgan edge might call james lena's bodyguard and james might take a bullet for her and dangle morgan edge off a building for her but lena is also HIS bodyguard who would make deals with the DA for him and poison her mother for him. they're each other's guardians. also they are capable of being so powerful and bitchy together like when they went to confront morgan edge in 3x09 that was sooo funny and iconic. i do wish the show built them up better and let us see their friendship properly develop in 3a instead of having them flirt in a couple scenes and then not interact for 4 episodes and then have kara & sam hamfistedly tell us they have chemistry. if i were writing season 3 i would give them a slower build and probably not have them kiss until the balcony scene in 3x17. but oh well. if wishes were horses i would have lots of horses. i wouldn't even know what to do with all those horses. so it's a good thing wishes aren't horses, if you think about it.
kellycorp / goldencorp (that's the name i just came up with now that i am advocating for) - i quite like this idea because it's a kelly ship i can actually get invested in. hooray <3 i think kelly would be good for lena and, crucially, i think lena would be good for kelly. they both are more 'outsiders' to the superfriends than the other members are, as evinced by the two of them being the last to know supergirl's identity, and i think they could bond over that. i could see kelly feeling comfortable being displeased/angry with lena in a way she maybe doesn't with the other superfriends, while also holding space for lena's emotions in a way Certain Other People Who Shall Remain Nameless aren't always very good at. and i could also see lena really enjoying spoiling kelly with her wealth and kelly being kind of into it. also the fact that the showrunners seemed weirdly allergic to putting azie and katie into scenes together, meanwhile azie and katie were supposedly constantly flirting on set and working overtime to try and sneak goldencorp crumbs into the background, suggests to me that their chemistry was so palpable and powerful that TPTB were scared of letting them loose lest the fandom descend even further into ship wars. ...ok that last part is just a silly little conspiracy theory that i made up so please don't repeat it as fact or even as plausible speculation but also why Did the showrunners keep them apart so much 🤔 makes you think !
mirrorcorp [mirrorverse iris/lena aka a ship i invented] - so if you've never seen the flash you are probably thinking: who is mirrorverse iris??? i'm so glad you asked. mirrorverse iris is a clone of iris from the mirror realm which is NOT an 'evil universe' a la star trek, it is instead a world literally inside mirrors. mirrorverse iris was essentially created by mirror monarch (don't ask) for the purpose of infiltrating the normal world. she spends an arc impersonating the real iris and is similar in some ways but is also angrier, more ruthless, and more impulsive. in her last episode she figures out that she wants to be her own person and live life on her own terms not mirror monarch's and she defies mirror monarch during a fight with barry and then she dies. don't like that she died i wish she'd stuck around she was an epic character. but anyway this arc takes place in season 6b of the flash which you guessed it coincides with season 5b of supergirl. so my pitch is that instead of teaming up with lex to continue project nonsense lena goes on a sojourn to central city and meets mirrorverse iris who is impersonating real iris and undergoing an existential crisis/crisis of conscience. and the two bond and become friends. and then mirrorverse iris doesn't die and she and lena have to figure out who they want to be for themselves not just for the people who created them or tried to mold them in their image. and then they kiss about it idk just saying it could be good!
nationalcitydistrictattorneycorp - i mean. you've seen the scene. possibly the most sexually charged scene in the entire show. unclear to me why both actresses decided to play it that way but ok queens !
peggycorp - not my thing but i respect the warriors 👍
reigncorp - sam is imo the best & healthiest friend lena could ask for -- actually the best & healthiest friend anyone on this show could ask for -- but i don't really think their relationship is improved or made more interesting by them dating. i do think they have hooked up in the past and they decided they were better off as friends.
rojascorp - i'm not a rojascorp shipper actually but i believe in their beliefs...andrea and lena definitely dated, i see them as exes who still have affection for each other & sexual tension, i'm just not interested in the idea of them getting back together. if anything i actually worry that andrea might be too deferential to lena? i think she sees herself as deeply indebted to lena and -- whether you're looking at the pre-crisis more interesting timeline where she directly has blood on her hands or the post-crisis less interesting timeline where she tried to kill supergirl & accidentally put william in the line of fire -- i think she has a lot of guilt and she views lena as a moral authority in contrast to her morally 'tarnished' view of herself. which is interesting & juicy because most characters don't view lena that way. but i don't know that it's a great dynamic for a romance.
spheercorp - jack is sweet and rahul kohli is pretty. here endeth my thoughts on spheercorp. ...ok i guess i can say a little more which is that like rojascorp i prefer them as exes/bffs to them getting back together. i also will say that, while i think jack's death contributed to a disturbing trend on the show of killing off south asian characters, i do actually rather like it as a character beat for lena. i enjoy seeing him pop up in fics but in the show itself i think him dying is kind of a better story. sorry jacky :(
supercorp - i mean i think the premise alone is kind of epic and awesome. a super and a luthor but they're in love. like that's just plain cool. plus think of the awkward family dinners! i am always here for ships that will generate awkward family dinners. i also think they have a lot of great comedy scenes together which is always a plus to me shipping-wise, i like ships with a comedic bent. but there's also a lot of juicy drama/tragedy/gay divorce with them too which is also good of course. as a big fan of dramatic irony i like the secret/reveal as a storytelling device i just wish they handled it better post-5x01 (i think 4x22 and 5x01 actually kind of nailed it ngl). i like that they both used each other's kryptonite on the other person and yet they were able to forgive that and love the other person anyway. i mean the actual in-show process of forgiveness was wack but the idea is spicy. and i like that, as kara herself (clunkily) put it in the finale, they really do challenge each other and push each other to be better. as i've mentioned before theirs is a relationship where actions have consequences and where every scene they have matters and affects later scenes, which is unlike.....well, most relationships on the show, frankly. i also tend to think their scenes are just generally better-written and have more subtext (and i'm not just talking about the gay kind) and interesting things going on in them than most of the rest of the show's scenes. for all my many gripes about how s5 & s6 handled their fallout and then kind of just papered over it with platitudes, i still think their relationship is one of the best parts of the show and it's still the major thing that keeps me on the hook.
#if i missed any. well. assume i don't care about it enough to write up a paragraph lol#sideguitars#up up and away
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some days i consider posting my one fanfics but unfortunately my hcs change heavily every 2 days and th n my fics b come OUTDATED and then i suffer
#like i cant figure out my liam family hcs#on one hand hes so quick to feel like hes lost everything which kinda feels like he may not have much in the way of family?#esp since he doesnt see anyone in the waiting room#BUT. that still doesnt feel concrete enough yknow?#cus it still isnt even certain#and also the idea of him not having anyone other than owen nearby when he finally comes home? makes me sad???!#and THEN theres my hcs for AMELIAS family#i think she mentions family and friends so i think shes got family!!!#which ONES though. siblings? parents?#ALSO!!!#taylors page on the database mentions separated parents#and so family stuff probably is relevant and nothing of important note happens for liam and amelia on that front#but nothing abt bryces family is mentioned either?#so! i keep changing my family hcs#and thats JUST the family hcs#times and dates and responses and shit are also changing#basically im indecisive#ask to tag#also ive never posted any of my fics anywhere before and like. omg... scary....
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how do you know the difference between a huge anxiety attack and a panic attack?
#i think i had a panic attack yesterday but idk......#god it felt so awful and it went on for like 3 hours#but i also had like a hundred things going on so idk if it was like the accumulation of everything or if it was really a panic attack yk#i was at the fair with my family waiting for my best friend to arrive bc i was going to hang out with her#and yk it's a place full of people and we were standing right next to a huge speaker hearing a man talk#and also each place in the fair has different music playing super loud and you can hear all of them at the same time (+ the flashing lights#all that causes me anxiety every since i was little (even if i didn't know it was anxiety back then)#so i *knew* i was going to have the greatest time and i didn't really want to go there in the first place#but even with that i wasn't really haven't a bad time (yet)#we were just stading there and i was waiting for my friend to call me so we could go somewhere else#she called me to tell me she was coming and right when i hung up the phone i felt a really strong pang on my belly#and idk at first i thought it was period cramps but it was weird bc my period had actually stopped that same morning#also i had taken a painkiller right before going there bc all that i mentioned earlier also gives me migraines so there's that too#so yeah the pangs kept getting stronger and it hurt so fucking bad to the point my legs started trembeling#my vision blured and every sound around me seemed to almost fade away#there wasn't any place i could sit down so i gad to cling to my dad and he had to hold me so i didn't fall to the ground#i think i almost (?) fainted in his arms too#after a while the dizzines went away and my dad went to get me smth to drink and i mostly got my hearing and vision back to normal#all that was like 10 minutes max but then the pangs kept hitting every minute or so for the next 3 hours#we found a place to sit and find smth to eat but i couldn't eat anything without wanting to throw up#my legs wouldn't stop shaking like fucking crazy and i kept going from feeling like i was freezing to sweating from how hot i felt#idk i've had smth like this (w/o the pangs) happen to me before a bunch of times but never That strong and it usually lasted 5-10min max#we ended up having to go home and i had to take some more painkillers and my sleeping pills to be able to calm down a little#i'm pretty sure i fell asleep from exhaustion after everything and i'm still feeling a bit weird after almost 24 hours since it happened#anyways. the thing is idk if all that was caused bc of my anxiety#or if it was smth completely unrelated and i just had such a bad tummy ache that it made me feel bad enough to cause All That yknow#i think it felt pretty much like how i've heard people describe a panic attack but again i'm not sure#yeah.........#maca speaks
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Had some wine feeling good made a really shitty bowl in ceramics class this morning that I’m really worried has a bunch of air holes in it and had a really crappy therapy session where I didn’t talk too much but was honest about some other stuff which is good overall I guess but now I’m doing drunk crochet and watching the Duggar family documentary and probably going to stop watching soon once they start talking about the awful stuff but yeah day in the life of a woman doing her best I guess
#like both sides of my family are either Irish catholic. converted assimilation catholic. or part Jewish but raised catholic.#but my mom read the Boston glob report so I wasn’t baptized or anything and despite her born again phase I’ve never really been religious#so the thought of growing up in that environment is like I can’t imagine the pressure oh my god#like I’ve had Mormon friends and have some friends who were raised homeschool Christian married young and all and like#i don’t know it’s just wild how different our lives are like I’ve got a problems and def inherited the guilt complex thing for sure but like#I also never got told to submit to anyone or that god was watching#or to be modest or any of the purity stuff beyond normal patriarchy stuff#like I’m not saying my life is better but I didn’t do church after age 5 and only go to funeral masses so I like the comfort of like#doing sign of cross and saying Hail Mary and all bc it provides structure for grief but beyond that I can’t imagine living with all of that#these are very long tags with no real point beyond wow. that’s literally bananas to me. but did I mention I’m a little drunk#and even then my family isn’t like hardcore catholic. my grandma and her siblings skipped church to get donuts bc no farm work on Sunday#and my dad grew up like doing fasted mass and everything but heard the 2000s Harvey milk speech and realized gay ppl are okay#and then rest of extended dads side is like catholic but vote blue and think human rights are good and all#my mom has a student who’s like very traditional catholic like she was trying to teach him math and whatever#and the live coverage of waiting for pope confirmation was on tv the whole time#and he fights with her about evolution and learning about the existence of other religions and everything#so I guess even in my own family like. everyone’s down with basic science and civil liberties which is even weirder for me I guess#like not even among fundamentalists like just regular Catholics I’ve had a pretty liberal upbringing re faith. it’s just wild to me#to see the differences of worldview#and even non religion stuff was pretty liberal overall despite living in pretty red area. idk it’s just wild how different life can be
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I wonder if ill ever get to the point where I won't stress for weeks about violence happening at family gatherings again? Its been years since the last incident at a gathering... though this year has had violent outbursts from multiple family members towards each other in their own time. A knife was drawn in one instance i was told.
Maybe it'll begin to fade if the physical altercation stories i hear stop. I mean, all those involved are older than me, they really shouldn't be making their body deal with being pushed down stairs over and over again. Or covered in bleach.
Maybe it will never fade. Maybe it's something I will just carry with me for the rest of my life.
Thanksgiving is no longer representative of its original lies taught to me in school, Thanksgiving is a day of sitting with family and giving thanks that we're alive to see another day. That at least this time guns weren't threatened. Screaming matches weren't had. Aggressive spitting on someone wasn't done. Things weren't thrown in an attempt to destroy or hurt. No storming out and slamming the doors. No threats to call the cops. No hitting. No choking.
Progress is Progress, a step forward is still closer to the end than before.
#personal#vent#tw holidays#tw family#tw violence mention#tw family violence#tw gun violence#tw thanksgiving#anxiety before the holidays#life update#but also just life reflection?#we celebrated Thanksgiving real late cause of lots of medical emergencies lmao#but no one was murdered the night before like one year. everyone is alive and awake so its a win#i think i have trauma but im not sure#its not like i saw anything. besides my cousin being absolutely distraught. it was her cousin that got killed#she was there for it. she was violently ill that Thanksgiving. it might have been my other aunts friend who shot him too...#what is trauma anyway?#what is love#baby dont hurt me. dont hurt me... no more...#its 1:30am#you can tell
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“ugh why couldn’t nishiki see that reina was Right There and would’ve made such a good girlfriend–” he’s gay, susan
#easy explanation. next#don’t say a word about yumi. that whole thing smells like comp het to me and you can’t tell me otherwise#not in MY house#my personal self indulgent hc is that reina is a close friend to him because he goes to Serena alot and gets drunk and when he’s drunk he’s.#like. basically a white girl drunk when left to his own devices and ends up crying and spilling all his secrets and emotions and etc and#reina has inevitably learned a LOT about him through that not even really by choice#most relevantly; that he’s got a Lot of repressed gay angst going on in his fucked up little brain#has never mentioned legitimate or deep feelings for any girls before and it doesn’t even seem to cross his mind to do so unless it’s called#out. mostly just ends up lamenting about the complicated feelings he developed over god knows how long for his best friend#that he’ll probably never act on because he’s probably straight and probably sees him in a more familial light and blah blah blah#whether or not reina has feelings for him is up in the air but either way she figures out real quick that oh man. this guy. needs someone#to vent to and make sure he doesn’t drink himself to death or do something stupid when he’s in one of his Lament Spirals#and well. may as well be her#yeah. anyway. I got sorta sidetracked here point is I think that boy’s trying to do comp het but Failing#that’s my take#nishiki#rambling
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Recorded tonight's monologue with the line "loneliness and longing both taste like sea water, the problem is it starts in the lungs and by the time you can taste it it's too late you've already drowned." Safe to say lads we are not in fact stellar.
#spent the afternoon with pne of my childhood friends whose effectively my sibling she got married in may i was a groomsman#and she mentioned she and her husband were going to CT to spend new years with our other family friend jack and their family#with whom i coparent at times and who is the other nonbinary friend in the group etc#and i just said that sounded phenomenal i wish i had exciting new years plans maybe bew years 2024 we all do something together#and she calls jack unprompted to suggest my bf and i come up as well because she thinks that would make the holiday even better#and I'm in love with the idea but we realistically cant afford a hotel right now so we probably cant go#but my rejection dysphoria is fixating on the fact that she has cultivated the kind of relationship in which#concrete plans and invitations are made and i only get the 'youre always welcome we love you and can't wait to see you'#which if you have any neurodivergence you know isnt an invitation and is hilarious cause jack had as many issues as I do#so its hard not to feel like a failure and the forgotten friend pr the one who only gets a call when someone needs something#which isnt the truth but like goddamn at midnight it definitely seems that way
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