I wanna write badminton AU solely bc world class badminton players polytrix having a kid who grows up to become a pickleball pro is so fucking funny to me
polytrix frantically trying to keep their baby away from racket sports the same way canon polytrix wants to keep their kid(s) away from becoming hunters, but ultimately failing bc pickleball is taught in PE and also extremely popular where they live
Polytrix baby reminding her moms of each other (Zoey's relentless physicality, Rumi's swag and hand skill, Mira's height (lol)a)
Polytrix trying to be the exact opposite of typical sports parents—no pressure, no hovering, encouragment without expectations—but also fighting the valiant battle of trying to hide how much they wanna scream WHY PICKLEBALL
Also major salt abt how much PB pros make compared to badminton lol
So it turns out you don't need to write the main fic of an AU to write a self indulgent snippet. Crazy.
(the 80hds is barking y'all)
"We should do it."
Rumi's expression is flatter than her tone.
Zoey buries her face in her hands with a sigh. "Should we? It's probably just a pha—" her hands slide down and she groans loudly "—oh my god that sounds like my mother."
Mira soothes her wife with a gentle hand through Zoey's hair, "It's not the end of the world, jagi."
"Ughhhhhh," Zoey whines pitifully, "We should've put a racket in her hand as soon as she started walking." She huffs. "She's so athletic! She could do so much better than pi–"
The front door rattles open.
"Eomma-man-mi!" A bright voice shouts from the entryway, "Jeo-wasseoyeo!!"
"Wasseo?" Zoey's expression flips like a switch as she leaps up from her seat to hug her daughter, "Did you have fun?"
Ha-jin vibrates in her mother's embrace. "Yeah!!" She stops squirming long enough to accept her welcome home forehead kisses. "We got to play for free!" Ha-jin bounces on the balls of her feet. "And a bunch of ladies wanted to play with halmeoni!"
"Did they now?" Mira smirks at the older woman entering behind Ha-jin.
Celine replies with a cold glare—then immediately replaces it with a placid smile as Ha-jin turns back to her.
"Yeah!! They wanted to help her play! Like this!" Ha-jin mimes putting her left hand on someone's hip and rotates through a forehand swing.
"Lovely." Rumi says drily before softening her tone, "Ha-jin, it's almost time for lunch. Let halmeoni give you a bath and we can eat together after."
"Okay!!" Ha-jin zooms towards the couch to peck her mothers' cheeks, "Mwah! Mwah! Stinky kisses!" She dodges Rumi's retaliatory hair ruffle and Mira's cheek pinch, then sprints up the stairs. "Gotta go fast!!"
"Did she even play at all?" Zoey returns to her seat and chuckles softly, "She's still got a full battery."
"Yeah, eomeoni," Mira's shit eating grin returns, "Did Ha-jin get sidelined by grannies flir–"
"Ahem." Rumi clears her throat abrasively.
"Yes, jagi." Mira ignores Zoey's imitation of a whip cracking.
"If you must know–" Celine starts.
"I really don't." Rumi grumbles under her breath.
"–it was all perfectly professional instruction–"
Mira snorts.
"–Yes, Mira. Women can play doubles without lusting after their partner. I know it's a foreign concept for you–"
"Hey." Rumi warns.
Celine sighs and apologizes to her daughter. "Mianhae." She turns back to Zoey, "But yes, Ha-jin played plenty of matches. And whenever she wasn't playing, she was messing with one of those…what are they called? Plink masters?"
"Dink master." Rumi replies hollowly. "Dinking. They spend all their time playing net and call it dinking."
"Yes, that." Celine continues breezily. "Honestly, a lot of the club members were very impressed. Called her a natural." She raises an eyebrow at the stony expressions on her daughters' faces. "Right. Well. I'll go make sure Ha-jin isn't mixing all the bubbles together again."
Zoey sags into the couch and cradles her head again. "Our daughter is a natural. At pickleball." She turns to Mira and shakes her shoulder. "And she's already started doing drills! On her own!!" She face plants into Mira's chest with a dramatic sob.
"Yeah…" Mira rubs Zoey's back, then frowns gently. "You're not…actually upset, are you?" She glances at her other wife. "Right? We agreed we didn't want to push Ha-jin into badminton."
"I'm not…" Rumi sighs and pinches her brow. "I can't say I'm happy. She's so competitive, and I don't want her to…"
Zoey and Mira nod knowingly. Out of the three of them, Rumi was the youngest when she started competing.
Zoey tilts to rest the side of her head on Mira. "I'm not mad either, really." She sighs. "I know it's so petty, but…" Zoey groans quietly. "Pickleball? It's so slow."
"But it's what she likes, aegi," Mira kisses Zoey's hair. "And we're in a unique position to support her."
"It makes sense financially, too." Rumi grins wryly. "The market is open—people are paying ridiculous prices for court rentals and lessons. Expanding the club would pay for itself in a couple years. Sooner if we get decent coaching staff to run some classes."
"Or be the coaching staff," Mira nudges Zoey. "C'mon, you love building new programs."
"She loves naming them," Rumi teases.
"…the PB&J program," Zoey mumbles reluctantly, "Pickleball and Jim."
"Thats awful, jagi." "I hate it already."
Zoey grins at her wives' disgust, then settles back into the couch. "So we're really doing this?" She looks at Rumi. "The numbers work out?"
Rumi nods. "We'll have to dip into our savings, but the renovations won't be nearly as expensive as when we first set up the club."
"And you're okay, too?" Zoey asks Mira.
"I–" Mira hesitates. "Yes. I'll be okay."
Mira's wives turn to her abruptly, though Zoey is the first to speak. "Jagi?"
Mira blinks, eyes starting to become glassy. "I'll get over it." She sniffles. "I just… a part of me always hoped she'd want to share the court with us."
Rumi reaches out to rub Mira's thigh. "She does, jagi. It might not be a badminton court, but you know she'd leap at the chance to play with us."
"You're right." Mira tangles her fingers with Rumi's with one hand and wipes her tears with the other.
The three sit quietly together, trading casual touches until Mira stiffens with a scowl.
"We're not adding a court to the yard," Mira hisses, "She's the light of our lives and treasure of our hearts, but if she makes me listen to that popping all day–"
"You'll buy earplugs because you can't say no that girl." Celine interrupts. "Don't worry," she adds when Mira's face pales, "Ha-jin didn't hear, she's still upstairs. She wanted to clean and 'mod' her paddle. Whatever that means."
Mira blows out a sigh in relief.
---
Local badminton club, Taeyang, picks up pickleball
8 year-old Hajin Ryu becomes world's youngest pickleball pro
Record breaker Hajin Ryu wins US Open at age 9
"My moms played rock-paper-scissors." Hajin Ryu wins her second US Open after switching doubles partners
Three-peat! Hajin Ryu wins third US Open in a row with yet another doubles partner.
"I'm the hard carry." Hajin Ryu, 12, discusses double-crown in singles and winning her 4th US Open in a row with her grandmother."
---
Notes:
Ha-jin calls Mira, Rumi, and Zoey Eomma, Maman, and Mami respectively, so she calls for her Eomma-man-mi when she wants all three
Ha-jin won her first US Open with Mira, the second with Zoey (she lost rock paper scissors lmfao), and her third with Rumi
Rumi enjoyed playing PB the most out of polytrix
It is canon to this AU that Celine is GILF bait at pickleball clubs. They all wanna show her their 3rd shot drop if you know what I'm saying
If it wasn't clear from the text:
Rumi didn't want Ha-jin to suffer through competing in pro sports at a young age
Zoey, who has an extremely explosive and fast play style in badminton, worries that Ha-jin's athleticism is wasted on a slow sport like pickleball
Mira is both the least and most bothered—she's able to appreciate that PB is what makes Ha-jin happy, but feels like she's losing something that they could have bonded over (she was hoping Ha-jin would develop an interest in badminton organically)
Celine has reached her quota of fucking up kids with badminton. Also very grandma of her to indulge Ha-jin in contrast to the pressure she put on Rumi lol
I am not Korean nor have I taken classes, have mercyq
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wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said “oh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour… i’m all alone and no one even knows i’m here…” and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didn’t catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
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I wanna write badminton AU solely bc world class badminton players polytrix having a kid who grows up to become a pickleball pro is so fucking funny to me
polytrix frantically trying to keep their baby away from racket sports the same way canon polytrix wants to keep their kid(s) away from becoming hunters, but ultimately failing bc pickleball is taught in PE and also extremely popular where they live
Polytrix baby reminding her moms of each other (Zoey's relentless physicality, Rumi's swag and hand skill, Mira's height (lol)a)
Polytrix trying to be the exact opposite of typical sports parents—no pressure, no hovering, encouragment without expectations—but also fighting the valiant battle of trying to hide how much they wanna scream WHY PICKLEBALL
Also major salt abt how much PB pros make compared to badminton lol
So it turns out you don't need to write the main fic of an AU to write a self indulgent snippet. Crazy.
(the 80hds is barking y'all)
"We should do it."
Rumi's expression is flatter than her tone.
Zoey buries her face in her hands with a sigh. "Should we? It's probably just a pha—" her hands slide down and she groans loudly "—oh my god that sounds like my mother."
Mira soothes her wife with a gentle hand through Zoey's hair, "It's not the end of the world, jagi."
"Ughhhhhh," Zoey whines pitifully, "We should've put a racket in her hand as soon as she started walking." She huffs. "She's so athletic! She could do so much better than pi–"
The front door rattles open.
"Eomma-man-mi!" A bright voice shouts from the entryway, "Jeo-wasseoyeo!!"
"Wasseo?" Zoey's expression flips like a switch as she leaps up from her seat to hug her daughter, "Did you have fun?"
Ha-jin vibrates in her mother's embrace. "Yeah!!" She stops squirming long enough to accept her welcome home forehead kisses. "We got to play for free!" Ha-jin bounces on the balls of her feet. "And a bunch of ladies wanted to play with halmeoni!"
"Did they now?" Mira smirks at the older woman entering behind Ha-jin.
Celine replies with a cold glare—then immediately replaces it with a placid smile as Ha-jin turns back to her.
"Yeah!! They wanted to help her play! Like this!" Ha-jin mimes putting her left hand on someone's hip and rotates through a forehand swing.
"Lovely." Rumi says drily before softening her tone, "Ha-jin, it's almost time for lunch. Let halmeoni give you a bath and we can eat together after."
"Okay!!" Ha-jin zooms towards the couch to peck her mothers' cheeks, "Mwah! Mwah! Stinky kisses!" She dodges Rumi's retaliatory hair ruffle and Mira's cheek pinch, then sprints up the stairs. "Gotta go fast!!"
"Did she even play at all?" Zoey returns to her seat and chuckles softly, "She's still got a full battery."
"Yeah, eomeoni," Mira's shit eating grin returns, "Did Ha-jin get sidelined by grannies flir–"
"Ahem." Rumi clears her throat abrasively.
"Yes, jagi." Mira ignores Zoey's imitation of a whip cracking.
"If you must know–" Celine starts.
"I really don't." Rumi grumbles under her breath.
"–it was all perfectly professional instruction–"
Mira snorts.
"–Yes, Mira. Women can play doubles without lusting after their partner. I know it's a foreign concept for you–"
"Hey." Rumi warns.
Celine sighs and apologizes to her daughter. "Mianhae." She turns back to Zoey, "But yes, Ha-jin played plenty of matches. And whenever she wasn't playing, she was messing with one of those…what are they called? Plink masters?"
"Dink master." Rumi replies hollowly. "Dinking. They spend all their time playing net and call it dinking."
"Yes, that." Celine continues breezily. "Honestly, a lot of the club members were very impressed. Called her a natural." She raises an eyebrow at the stony expressions on her daughters' faces. "Right. Well. I'll go make sure Ha-jin isn't mixing all the bubbles together again."
Zoey sags into the couch and cradles her head again. "Our daughter is a natural. At pickleball." She turns to Mira and shakes her shoulder. "And she's already started doing drills! On her own!!" She face plants into Mira's chest with a dramatic sob.
"Yeah…" Mira rubs Zoey's back, then frowns gently. "You're not…actually upset, are you?" She glances at her other wife. "Right? We agreed we didn't want to push Ha-jin into badminton."
"I'm not…" Rumi sighs and pinches her brow. "I can't say I'm happy. She's so competitive, and I don't want her to…"
Zoey and Mira nod knowingly. Out of the three of them, Rumi was the youngest when she started competing.
Zoey tilts to rest the side of her head on Mira. "I'm not mad either, really." She sighs. "I know it's so petty, but…" Zoey groans quietly. "Pickleball? It's so slow."
"But it's what she likes, aegi," Mira kisses Zoey's hair. "And we're in a unique position to support her."
"It makes sense financially, too." Rumi grins wryly. "The market is open—people are paying ridiculous prices for court rentals and lessons. Expanding the club would pay for itself in a couple years. Sooner if we get decent coaching staff to run some classes."
"Or be the coaching staff," Mira nudges Zoey. "C'mon, you love building new programs."
"She loves naming them," Rumi teases.
"…the PB&J program," Zoey mumbles reluctantly, "Pickleball and Jim."
"Thats awful, jagi." "I hate it already."
Zoey grins at her wives' disgust, then settles back into the couch. "So we're really doing this?" She looks at Rumi. "The numbers work out?"
Rumi nods. "We'll have to dip into our savings, but the renovations won't be nearly as expensive as when we first set up the club."
"And you're okay, too?" Zoey asks Mira.
"I–" Mira hesitates. "Yes. I'll be okay."
Mira's wives turn to her abruptly, though Zoey is the first to speak. "Jagi?"
Mira blinks, eyes starting to become glassy. "I'll get over it." She sniffles. "I just… a part of me always hoped she'd want to share the court with us."
Rumi reaches out to rub Mira's thigh. "She does, jagi. It might not be a badminton court, but you know she'd leap at the chance to play with us."
"You're right." Mira tangles her fingers with Rumi's with one hand and wipes her tears with the other.
The three sit quietly together, trading casual touches until Mira stiffens with a scowl.
"We're not adding a court to the yard," Mira hisses, "She's the light of our lives and treasure of our hearts, but if she makes me listen to that popping all day–"
"You'll buy earplugs because you can't say no that girl." Celine interrupts. "Don't worry," she adds when Mira's face pales, "Ha-jin didn't hear, she's still upstairs. She wanted to clean and 'mod' her paddle. Whatever that means."
Mira blows out a sigh in relief.
---
Local badminton club, Taeyang, picks up pickleball
8 year-old Hajin Ryu becomes world's youngest pickleball pro
Record breaker Hajin Ryu wins US Open at age 9
"My moms played rock-paper-scissors." Hajin Ryu wins her second US Open after switching doubles partners
Three-peat! Hajin Ryu wins third US Open in a row with yet another doubles partner.
"I'm the hard carry." Hajin Ryu, 12, discusses double-crown in singles and winning her 4th US Open in a row with her grandmother."
---
Notes:
Ha-jin calls Mira, Rumi, and Zoey Eomma, Maman, and Mami respectively, so she calls for her Eomma-man-mi when she wants all three
Ha-jin won her first US Open with Mira, the second with Zoey (she lost rock paper scissors lmfao), and her third with Rumi
Rumi enjoyed playing PB the most out of polytrix
It is canon to this AU that Celine is GILF bait at pickleball clubs. They all wanna show her their 3rd shot drop if you know what I'm saying
If it wasn't clear from the text:
Rumi didn't want Ha-jin to suffer through competing in pro sports at a young age
Zoey, who has an extremely explosive and fast play style in badminton, worries that Ha-jin's athleticism is wasted on a slow sport like pickleball
Mira is both the least and most bothered—she's able to appreciate that PB is what makes Ha-jin happy, but feels like she's losing something that they could have bonded over (she was hoping Ha-jin would develop an interest in badminton organically)
Celine has reached her quota of fucking up kids with badminton. Also very grandma of her to indulge Ha-jin in contrast to the pressure she put on Rumi lol
I am not Korean nor have I taken classes, have mercyq
But low key makes me think about how people with adhd have been raised their whole lives to value a day based on what they accomplished vs what they experienced
I think your point is excellent. But also consider:
That list might say things like “Paint a picture. Go birdwatching. Finish that great novel I started reading. Call my grandma. Learn to bake a cake. Visit my sister. Play piano.”
For me at least, the good/fun things are harder without meds too. I can have the best intentions, but following through is hard.
Yeah. I once made a post in which I complained about being frustrated at my brain, and one of the things I said was:
“I should not be struggling this much to do things that I want to do and have the time, space, energy, and skills to do.
Actually, when I list it all out like that, I should not be struggling at all to do those kinds of tasks.”
And I STILL somehow got a rant about capitalism in the comments. And I do understand where it’s coming from, yes, but goddamn did I not make myself clear? Did I not say Things That I Want To Do???
I wanna write badminton AU solely bc world class badminton players polytrix having a kid who grows up to become a pickleball pro is so fucking funny to me
polytrix frantically trying to keep their baby away from racket sports the same way canon polytrix wants to keep their kid(s) away from becoming hunters, but ultimately failing bc pickleball is taught in PE and also extremely popular where they live
Polytrix baby reminding her moms of each other (Zoey's relentless physicality, Rumi's swag and hand skill, Mira's height (lol)a)
Polytrix trying to be the exact opposite of typical sports parents—no pressure, no hovering, encouragment without expectations—but also fighting the valiant battle of trying to hide how much they wanna scream WHY PICKLEBALL
Also major salt abt how much PB pros make compared to badminton lol
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I wanna write badminton AU solely bc world class badminton players polytrix having a kid who grows up to become a pickleball pro is so fucking funny to me
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 21 of Wasting All These Nights has been posted!
No script preview for this one because I couldn’t pick out a part that wouldn’t spoiler anything too big because, well, it’s a big chapter (moments wise)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“She just turned thirteen. Her name is Ha-eun.”
“You named her Ha-eun?” Rumi got stuck on that, blinking her eyes rapidly as they started to blur over, “I remember how much you loved that name when we were brainstorming names for… for me.”
“Second only to the one you picked,” Mira said thickly. “When I found out I had a girl, it was the only name I wanted for your daughter.”
Thirteen years….they hadn’t seen each other in that long. Thirteen years and eight months, give or take a week. Rumi blinked again, then pointed at her chest, “Mine?”
I think we should have increasingly stupid reasons for Rumi’s Big Secret to get revealed. I’ll go first;
Rumi is looking through Zoey’s phone for song lyrics only to see a random note that only says ‘Rumi = Demon? Road to acceptance???’ And spends a week freaking out that she’s been caught then tearfully confesses to Mira and Zoey both.
And Zoey never tells her that the note is from a brain storming session for her Huntrix fanfiction.
Huntr/x does a make-a-wish visit with a kid who pushes Rumi's arm sleeve up during a hug bc her hoodie's texture is No for them. Zoemira Spiderman point meme at Rumi for a bit until she sings a note high enough to prove that she's Rumi
Huntr/x visit Celine and she happens to be black out drunk and whines "if you wanted demon dick so badly we could've gotten a bad dragon, Miyeong"
Zoemira are dating and (try to) sneak fetish gear into the penthouse. Rumi think they're buying restraints bc they found out her secret. Zoemira walks in on Rumi going through the box and they end up having completely different conversations until Rumi strips (out of frustration? Idk didn't think that far)
Zoey watches some media with a "how can you tell they're the doppelganger" kinda plot and suggests they all paint patterns on themselves and spar so they don't hesitate when the time comes. Rumi has a Very Normal reaction to this exercise.
A singular cockroach somehow makes its way into Rumi's bathroom, and her blood curling scream summons her guard dogs Zoemira. Who get an eyeful of Rumi ready to shower
Zoey returns from a trip home where there was a lot of sibling psychological warfare—siblings all accuse her of having a secret and hiding it from them, etc. etc. It turns out to be a cover for her siblings planning a surprise thing for Zoey like a reverse uno. She tries the same thing when she gets home and. Um. Surprise?
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Zoey and Mira surprise Rumi with a build-a-bear teddy
It's both her most cherished bear and least favorite bear bc they put an audio thing with a recording of zoemira shouting "get loved, idiot" and they throw it at her head whenever she's being reverting to pre canon dumb behaviors
I find jealous/possessive Rumi in polytrix deeply funny bc she's an only child who only learned to share when she had 2 soulmates foisted upon her so she'll share with THEM bc that was required criteria to pass soulmate 101 but she sure as fuck ain't sharing them with anyone else
