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easy on me [ christian pulisic ]

you were young when you and christian broke up. you made a huge decision for the both of you back then and you were confident enough to know that the decision you made would be better for the both of you, but what happens when he learns about the biggest secret you’ve been hiding from him since you separated ways?

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — angst, unplanned pregnancy, profanities, inaccurate description of mentioned places (as i’m not american, nor do i live in the states) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *

[ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ] — 6,219 words . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 📲 °. *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ the LONGEST scenario i've written, all thanks to disney+ hahahaha i’ve rewatched the parent trap and the game plan the other day, so i thought about this. i also plan on writing a parent trap-like story, but i’m still figuring out how i’d write it lol but anyway, enjoy! ❤️ btw, i haven’t betaread this so if there’s any errors, let me know and i’ll edit it!

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

watching this little kid grow up was both scary and amazing. five years have passed since you met him, since you first heard his heartbeat. five years ago, he opened his eyes and welcomed himself in this cruel world one september morning. watching him grow up to the person he was today felt both accomplishing and depressing. ezekiel mate was his name, and yes–you’ve named him after his father. his father who is not aware of his own existence. it wasn’t ezekiel’s fault though, you’ve made this decision by yourself and there was nothing you could do but uphold your decision and do your responsibilities as a mother–a single mother in fact. you thought it would be the best for all sides, for you and ezekiel’s father.

he has his own career to think about, he was about to make his name known to people. to be known in the sport he loved most and all people would cheer his name, plaster printed copies of his face and name across the whole country. you didn’t want to ruin that opportunity for him, a child would only affect his career. between practices, training, matches, flights–surely, christian wouldn’t have any time to take care of a child. with you in north america and him in europe, it just simply wouldn’t work. you still remember the night you broke up with him, in fact, you can’t forget about it. it haunts you like a stupid nightmare, it keeps you awake most of the time.

you sacrificed a lot for ezekiel. giving up university for a year to navigate things on how to be a mom, and trying to make ends meet by working–sure, your parents were there to help financially and take care of your baby in times you needed them, but you wanted to be able to support ezekiel on your own. balancing work, university and a growing child was hard and there were days that you wanted to just give up. but you didn’t, because you were the only parent that ezekiel has in his life.

“mama?” you heard a tiny voice call you, waking you up from reverie. ezekiel’s tiny footsteps were heard as he ran towards you. “why are you still awake?” you smiled at the little boy, gently picking him up from the ground and sat him on the kitchen counter in front of you. his slightly curly hair, deep dimples and honey brown eyes that look so captivating under the light, reminded you so much of his father. not to mention, they both share the same birthday.

“just… thinking of something, baby.” you answer, “why are you still awake? we have a flight to catch tomorrow, you know?”

“i know! we’re going to florida, to aunt emily and i’m too excited to sleep, mama.”

you giggled, “well, we both need to sleep now. we have an early flight and you need to have a lot of energy when you get to aunt emily’s place.”

you took ezekiel in your arms, making sure that his favourite stuffed toy was secured in his arms as you made your way back to his room. gently, you put him to his bed and tucked him in, sitting on the edge of his bed as you stared at him, waiting for his eyelids to shut as he told you how his day was. ezekiel spent the day with your parents, they lived nearby and offered to babysit him while you went to work.

minutes later, ezekiel’s words were slurring. meaning, he was about to drift off to dreamland. you both have to be awake by 5 am to catch your flight, and it was already almost midnight. you don’t need a fussy, grumpy 4-year-old throughout your 3 hour flight to florida. when you were sure that ezekiel was fast asleep, you planted a kiss on his head, tips of your fingers running through his soft cheeks as you stared at him.

you left ezekiel’s room, quietly shutting the door closed. instead of going to your room to rest, you opted to stay in the living room. you sat there in silence, letting your own thoughts eat you again. you felt anxious, but you can’t pinpoint the exact reason why. you stare at the wall across from where you were sitting, it was filled with pictures of your family and some pictures of you and ezekiel. the ones from his birth, to his birthdays and his first day of preschool. you remembered that day clearly, when you fetched ezekiel from your parents’ place after his first day of preschool about a few months ago. you two were driving back to your place from your parents, he was quietly playing with his ipad behind you when he asked something you didn’t expect.

“mama, do i have a papa?” he asked, eyes still on his gadget. your heart dropped at the question. “i saw my friends with their papa today. do i have a papa?”

you remember pulling over the side of the road to take a deep breath before answering. he picked it up so early, noticing that it was only the two of you the past four years.

“of course you have a papa, my love.” you answered, not really sure what to say next.

“why is he not here? does my papa hate us?”

sometimes, four year olds ask the most piercing questions and they don’t even know how it could change one’s whole mood, just like what your son was doing. “he doesn’t hate us, your papa is just… busy.”

“is it my fault, mama?”

you sighed, removing your seatbelt and faced ezekiel. “no, baby. it’s not your fault, it will never be your fault.” you said, smiling to let him know that he wasn’t in any sort of trouble. “it’s just… mama and papa needed some time away from each other. it doesn’t mean that it’s your fault, baby. it’s never your fault.”

ezekiel smiled at you, mumbling a small okay. you chose to go to the nearest fast food chain drive thru, not in the mood to cook as you were tired the whole day and with ezekiel’s questions to you, sure enough you wouldn’t be able to focus on making dinner.

“it’s mama’s fault, zeke.” you murmured, holding a picture of your son. “i’m the one to blame.”

—

“if you don’t wait for mama, you might be lost and i will be very sad.” you tell your 4-year-old as you wait for your bags.

the flight from new york to florida was easy, because your son was asleep throughout the duration of the flight. however, it was during the landing when he woke up and started to be talkative and hyper. you only had at least an hour or two of sleep from last night, waking up at 3 am to catch a 6 am flight. ezekiel was usually listening to you every time you two go out, but since he’s all napped out, you were dealing with a hyper kid (you blame yourself for giving him cookies before you landed).

ezekiel held your hand as you pushed your luggage towards the arrivals exit. you two were greeted with a big sign that says welcome to florida, y/n and zeke! by your best friend, emily and her husband, andrew. your son ran straight to his godmother, he couldn’t read the sign yet but he knew it was his favourite aunt.

“zeke, you’re a big boy now!” emily exclaimed, hugging him tight and letting go of your son a few seconds later to face you. “and you, a hot mama, you’re looking beautiful as ever!”

you playfully hit her arm and hugged her. the four of you made way for the other people in the airport, heading to the parking lot. emily and andrew had invited you over to celebrate the fourth of july with them, as well as to meet your goddaughter, celeste. they invited the two of you to stay with them for a week as emily said that you two had a lot of catching up to do.

the drive from the airport to the emmons’ residence wasn’t that far, it only took the four of you about forty-five minutes. emily and andrew’s place was beautiful and cosy, perfect for the couple and the family they dreamed of building. your room for the week had a view of the lake, which you liked the most. emily had ezekiel for a few minutes as you unpack your stuff and prepare ezekiel’s swimming trunks.

“we can go boat riding in the next few days!” emily told ezekiel, “but for now, we can swim in the backyard and play with celeste. is that okay with you, zeke?”

ezekiel nodded his head, turning to you. “your swimming trunks are in the room. change first and go back to mama so i can put sunscreen on you, alright?”

“yes mama!”

ezekiel changed his clothes and had his sunscreen applied, excitedly joining andrew in the pool. you and emily were lounging with her 4-month-old daughter, celeste. the day passed by so quickly; it seems like ezekiel enjoyed his first day in florida as after dinner, instead of asking for his ipad to play and watch his favourite kids show, he asked if he could go to sleep. poor kid must’ve been exhausted running around the backyard with andrew. when you were certain that ezekiel was tucked and safe on the bed, you went back to the living room where the couple was waiting for you.

“little too early for wine, isn’t it?” you smiled, taking a seat across the couple.

“it’s never too early for wine.” said emily, “plus, celeste is already asleep and hopefully, won’t wake up for the next three hours.”

the three of you were talking about life now that you were all parents now. unlike you, emily was fairly new to parenthood and she has someone by her side throughout the journey. were you jealous? maybe you were, a little. but you had a choice and your choice was to go through this alone anyway, so you immediately shut those thoughts off.

unlike you, your best friend did everything by the book. she and andrew got married over a year ago, gave birth to their first child, and not long ago, they recently bought a home in a gated community which is why they moved from new york to florida. nevertheless, you were happy for emily. she deserved it after all.

as the three of you continued to converse, andrew had asked a question you weren’t expecting: “are you on good terms with ezekiel’s dad?” you understood why he had asked you that, he had no idea about your relationship with christian because the two of you met when he and emily started dating during their years in university, unlike emily who knew you since you were still in diapers.

“babe, that’s not—”

“it’s okay, emily.” you said, “he and i have not spoken since i was pregnant with ezekiel. i have no idea what’s going on with his life now, but wherever he is, i just hope he’s doing well in his career.”

since you and christian broke up, you made sure not to see his name or hear anything about him at all. blocked him and muted his name and any word tied to his name including football and soccer. it wasn’t easy at first but you got used to it as the years passed by. you wonder what happened in his career now, was he still in dortmund? which part of europe was he living now? how was his career in the national team?

the past five years, you’ve been avoiding christian and everything related to him, yet you go back to square one whenever someone asks you about him. you and christian only dated for a year, and your relationship was really private back then. only a handful of people knew about it. nobody knows outside of your family and emily that ezekiel’s father was christian. the people around you and your family thought that you were knocked up by some random guy you met in university. did it hurt? of course it did. having people see you as a careless young adult, have them judge you for being a parent at such a young age but that didn’t stop you from trying your best to be a good parent to ezekiel.

however, sooner or later, ezekiel would ask you about his father—it already happened one time, and you know it’s bound to happen again in the future. was it selfish to hide your child from his own father? yes, it was, but you couldn’t blame yourself for wanting to protect him. you were aware how cruel people could be, especially people who idolise christian. you could take the hate from them but the thought of your only child getting unnecessary hate from the people who don’t know the whole story simply breaks your heart and makes you anxious.

but, who knows what the future holds?

—

“andrew, y/n and i will go for a quick run!” emily announced to her husband.

andrew appears in the kitchen, celeste was in his arms and trying to make the baby burp. “is it okay to leave ezekiel here? i mean, andrew’s already taking care of celeste.” you said, a bit worried that andrew couldn’t handle two kids.

andrew chuckles, “i’ll be fine as soon as celeste falls asleep. me and mr. big boy here can play video games while she naps.” he answered, “now, you ladies go. we’ll be fine here.”

“are you sure, andrew?”

“y/n, andrew has babysat most of his nephews and nieces all at once, and he has 6 of them. i think he can handle an infant and a child.” emily laughs, “now, let’s go!”

“alright, alright!” you gave in, levelling with ezekiel’s eyes. “promise mama that you’ll be a good boy for uncle andrew?”

you extend out your pinky, and ezekiel wrapped his around yours, putting a smile on everyone’s faces. seconds after that, you and emily were out of the door and started running laps around the whole neighbourhood. it took you two an hour before you stopped by a local park, finding a shade to relax for a bit. the both of you were quiet, enjoying the sound of the trees as you relaxed.

“i’m sorry about andrew’s question last night.” emily suddenly said, “you know, the one about he-who-must-not-be-named.”

you let out a chuckle and shook your head. “it’s okay, ems. it was just an innocent question.” you said, playing with the hem of your shirt. “it’s really not the first time someone asked about him anyway.”

“what do you mean?”

“zeke. he asked about his dad during his first day of school, a few months back.” you answer, “he asked if he had a dad, if his dad hates us because he wasn’t present and… was it his fault why his dad’s not around.”

“oh my… y/n, i’m sorry.”

emily hugs you tightly, feeling a bit sad as zeke was too young to think about such things. you never told anyone about your conversation with your son that day until today, and it felt so good to finally get it out of your chest.

“i feel so selfish to keep him away from christian, you know?” you open up, “but it was the only thing i could think of. ems, you know how well his career was going back then. i didn’t want him to sacrifice such a huge opportunity for me and ezekiel back then.”

at this point, you were tearing up. you couldn’t help it. you were always vulnerable when you talked about ezekiel and christian. back when you found out that you were pregnant, you made this decision to break up with christian and have the baby alone. back then it felt like you shot two birds with one stone, christian’s career being the one bird and the other is protecting your child from the public eye.

you and emily stayed at the park for a few more minutes, just until you cried out and walked back home. maybe it was time, it’s been years after all and christian deserve to know the truth. the whole day passed, ezekiel enjoyed spending it with you and the emmons, taking you both on a boat ride which ezekiel loved the most. seeing your child’s smile from ear to ear warmed your heart, yet you felt guilty. since ezekiel was born, there was this guilt that was running through your heart; that nagging guilt saying that you were depriving both of them by taking away the chance to be in each other’s life.

fuck it, i’m gonna do it. you thought to yourself in the middle of the night while staring at the ceiling.

christian thought his eyes were deceiving him the moment he saw the notification, his fingers immediately pressing on the message. usually, he would ignore message requests, but as he saw your name, he had flashbacks all of a sudden. it’s been five years, yet your name was still imprinted in his mind. five years of thinking where did he go wrong in your relationship, if there was something he did that made you end your relationship, and if it had something to do with his career. five years ago, his career was thriving and his love life came crashing.

he remembered the night you broke up with him, it was when you flew to visit him during your winter break and it happened on a typical day. the two of you did the usual routine since you arrived, wake up together, eat together and after that, he went to training while you stayed at his place. by the time he arrived, you ate dinner together. he even offered to wash the dishes as you already cooked. life was perfect, or so he thought.

“is there something bothering you?” he asked when he noticed the change of mood while you two lied in bed. “talk to me.”

“it’s just nothing.”

normally, christian would ask you again–if you were okay, what was bothering you and all. but this time, he heard your tone that signified you weren’t really in the mood, so he let it go. the two of you cuddled up in bed, with you as the little spoon and listening to each other breathing. until you asked him a question.

“what do you think of kids, chris?”

“what do you mean what do i think of kids?”

“you know, what is your opinion about kids? about having and raising your own?”

christian chuckles, letting you turn around to face him. “well, i would like to have one, maybe two or three.” he answered, “but definitely not now. we’re still young, we have dreams to achieve. big dreams in our careers. what about you?”

there was a brief moment of silence before you spoke up, “yeah, same answer as you, i guess.”

he remembers changing the topic that night, he didn’t notice your lack of energy speaking to him–thinking that maybe you were just tired and weren’t in the mood to speak. the following day, same routine. only then, when he arrived home, you two got into an argument that eventually led to the end of your relationship.

hey, i can make time. we can meet tomorrow. after agreeing where you’ll meet, christian couldn’t help but wonder what was the reason behind it. will it be the closure he’s been longing for the past five years?

morning came and only a few hours left until you meet christian. you let emily know about your plan, agreeing to watch ezekiel and let you borrow her car to drive to the park where you and christian agreed to meet. to say that you were nervous was an understatement of what you’re feeling. you still wonder what his reaction would be and how he would take such a huge news you were about to drop.

the time left passed by so quickly. you kissed your son goodbye and drove to carlin park. when you arrived, you were stunned by the number of people. surely, you didn’t want to tell your baby daddy that you were pregnant with his child in front of hundreds of people, especially since he was a known athlete. anxiety pools all over you again, taking deep breaths before getting out of the car and head to the agreed place.

“christian?” you called, walking towards him. he turned around and smiled at you. you haven’t seen this man in years. he has changed so much, he looked like a stranger you know too well. his beard was fully grown, it looked good on him. his left arm was filled with tattoos. looking at christian now, you could see what ezekiel would look like in the future; after all, he was the spitting image of his father.

“it’s nice to see you again, y/n.” he said, “shall we go for a walk at the beach or do you want to sit down?”

“we could go for a walk.”

you could hear your heart thumping at this point as you walked alongside christian.

“it's been five years, y/n. how have you been?” he asked.

you took a deep breath, “well, i graduated. i also work now, so i guess i’m fine.” you answer, not sure if it was the answer he wanted to hear. “and i apologise for asking to meet up last minute. if i ever clashed with a schedule of yours.”

“it’s okay, i still have a few days before i leave for milan anyway.” he answered, “why did you want to meet all of a sudden? and i’m a bit shocked that you know where i stay now.”

this is it, y/n. you cannot fuck this up. “actually, i didn’t know that you lived around the area. i blocked you in every social media i have, muted your name and tried my best to avoid seeing your name. just last night, i found out that you live here now. the internet’s a scary place, you know?” you said, “but, aside from that, i do have something to tell you. something big and important.”

christian chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “uh, okay. what is it?”

“do you remember the night we broke up?”

“can’t really forget about it.” he replied, “why?”

“the night before i asked you what you think about having kids, and you said you’d like to have one but you said we still had dreams to achieve, right?” he nodded, “well, that day i actually found out that i…i was pregnant. 5 weeks back then.”

christian stopped his tracks and when you looked back at him, his face dropped and his eyebrows were furrowed. confusion was spread all over his face.

“i–i didn’t ask to meet you because i need some sort of financial support for the kid or whatever, i just wanted to let you know.” you said, biting your lip as he stayed silent. “if you want to do some paternity tests, i would gladly let you.”

“no, no. i uh, believe you.” he replied, “is the baby…?”

“he’s four and has the same birthday as you, chris. he’s doing well in preschool, and uh…” you paused, pulling out your phone from your pocket and opened a picture of ezekiel to show him. “this is him. his name’s ezekiel mate. he’s your mini me.”

“mate?”

“yeah, well… at first i wanted to give him your last name but i thought it’ll stir controversy so i opted to give him your middle name.” you confessed, passing him your phone. “i hope that doesn’t bother you, christian but i understand if it does. and really, i apologise for telling you this so late.”

christian looked at ezekiel’s picture, examining his facial features that reminded you of him. ezekiel looked like him when he was still a kid, he could see some of your features there as well and there is no doubt that this wasn’t his kid. the pulisic genes were strong and evident.

the two of you continued to walk along the beach, christian was asking you questions about ezekiel until you two stopped in the part of the beach where there were less people. you were both staring at the horizon, it was then when christian asks you the question you’ve been avoiding.

“did you… did you plan on telling me about him even before today?”

“...yes” you breathed, “i–i was supposed to tell you, christian. i really wanted to, but you were just… you had a huge opportunity to showcase yourself in europe. i didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“why?”

“because i know how demanding your job could be. it was already demanding when we were together, it ate a lot of our time together. a part of me thought that maybe a child would be a huge inconvenience to your career.”

all the small milestones that ezekiel achieved, christian had missed out and you wouldn’t blame christian if he chooses to be mad or hate you for hiding his child from him. he had every right to do so after missing five years of his son’s life.

“why didn’t you reach out to me, to my family at least?”

“i was afraid, okay? i was young, we were young. i was figuring out who i wanted to be and obviously, being a young mother was something i did not expect that i’ll be.” you said, on the verge of tears.

“and so, was it okay for you? to be a young, single mom?” he fought back, “y/n, if you had told me before, you know i would do everything. i would’ve quit—”

“and that’s exactly why i didn’t tell you. i changed who i was to put you both first, christian. i wanted you to succeed, you had dreams. at the same time, i wanted a normal life for ezekiel.” you said, tears cascading out of your eyes. “you were achieving your lifelong dreams, christian. i didn’t want to interfere with that. i didn’t want you and your parents’ hard work to be cut short because of me, because of ezekiel.”

christian then realised the things you had gone through raising ezekiel alone. his heart broke when he heard the things people around you told you when your bump started showing. it hurts him to think that you’ve gone through it all alone–all the heartbreaking things people around you told you. even before, when you were still together, it was one of the things that he admired about you. you were a strong and resilient woman.

“can i… can i meet him?”

that caught you off guard, “sure, i guess. when do you want to meet him?”

“tonight, if it’s okay with you?”

you nodded your head, a bit unsure how ezekiel would react. normally, he is shy when meeting new people. but this wasn’t any other person, this was his father. so when christian walked you back to the car and made sure you were inside, you dialled emily’s number.

“how’d it go?” was the first thing she said upon answering the call while you started the engine of the car.

“it went well, surprisingly.” you answered, “one little problem though.”

“what?”

“he uh, he wants to meet him. tonight.” you said, biting your lip. “would it be okay if christian came over at your place?”

“are you crazy? it’s more than okay! plus, it’s much safer and private here instead of going out. lots of people know him, you know?”

you sighed, “i’m nervous, ems. i don’t know how zeke will react, i don’t even know what i’ll say to him.”

“zeke is a wonderful kid, i’m sure he will be okay when you tell him the truth.” emily reassures, “look, me and andrew will just be here to support you. no matter how it goes, alright?”

“thank you, ems. literally for everything.”

emily giggles on the other end, “hey, that’s what friends are for, silly!” she joked, “okay, now i’m gonna end this call to go get dinner ready. you get home safely!”

“dinner?”

“duh, christian pulisic is coming to my place and i’m not gonna serve him anything? i’m a very hospitable person, of course, i’ll make him something good.”

—

two hours of prepping dinner with the couple, christian rings the doorbell. emily whispered to you good luck as she and andrew stayed in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the food you all made while you head to the front door. you took a few breaths before opening the door for him. dressed in a simple button down with a shirt inside and a pair of shorts, holding a bouquet of flowers.

your heart skipped a beat.

“hi,” he smiled, “these are for you.”

you make way for christian to enter the foyer, taking the flowers from his hands. “thank you, they’re pretty.” you compliment, “this is uh… emily and her husband’s place, by the way. we’re just visiting.”

just in time, emily and andrew entered the scene. “you remember emily, right?” you asked and he nodded.

“it’s been a while, christian.” emily smiled and introduced andrew to him. “dinner will be ready in a few. me and andrew are just in the kitchen if you need us.”

you led christian to the den, leaving him there as you went to get ezekiel. christian was nervous, just like you. he doesn’t know anything about parenting, or how to be a dad in general. he depended on such little information you told him about your son. everything was happening too fast, all he knows is that today was such a crazy day. one minute he finds out he has a son, the other he’s meeting him. he hasn’t even told his family about this information!

“zekey, could you promise to be good for mama?” you asked your son which christian heard, “remember when you asked mama if you had a papa?”

“yes, mama. you told me i had one but papa is just busy that’s why we haven’t seen him.” that broke christian’s heart.

“well, papa is here now.”

seeing ezekiel mate in person was a different feeling than seeing him on your phone earlier today. usually, when meeting new people, ezekiel would hide behind you and stay there until he feels comfortable. but this time, he didn’t. instead, he ran towards christian and gave him a hug.

“hello, papa.”

you bit your lower lip, trying to stop yourself from being emotional as you watch christian and ezekiel meet for the first time.

“hello, ezekiel.” christian smiled, “i’m sorry, papa is so busy. but i’m here now.”

you’ve never seen ezekiel conversate with everybody else this way. he was engaging with every single question that christian asks him, telling him the little details about his life. god, why did you wait so long for these two to meet?

as the father and son get to know each other, you head to the kitchen to continue helping emily and andrew. emily was smiling at you when she saw you enter.

“i told you it’s gonna go well.” she said, “now that zekey and christian have met, what’s up with you and him?”

“what do you mean?”

“the flowers. maybe the two of you could reignite the spark you once had?”

you shook your head, continuing to mash the potatoes to serve later. “it’s not… it’s nothing like that. i doubt anything would happen between us, i mean, he’s probably dating someone.”

“really? you don’t see the two of you dating again?” andrew asked, and you shook your head again. “aww, i was almost excited to be friends with a star player. like, imagine the two of us barbecuing in the backyard?”

“babe, i think you’re man-crushing christian.” emily laughed. “but in all seriousness, y/n. no?”

“nope.” you replied, “like i said, he’s probably dating someone. plus it seems like we both moved on, we put the “us” in the past and i think it’ll stay that way.”

“what about zeke?”

you sighed, “we can co-parent, i guess. if he wants to, of course. i’m not going to force him into something he doesn’t want, at the end of the day, i still want what’s best for zeke and him.” you explained, “if he doesn’t want to co-parent, then that’s totally fine. i’ve raised zeke, i’m sure i can handle it.”

“really?”

“look,” you snapped, “i’m sorry guys, i love you both but… i just have a lot of things in my mind right now. it’s been a long day, can’t we just put the questions aside and just get through dinner?”

the couple nodded their heads. they understood where you were coming from, it wasn’t an easy decision for you to let ezekiel and his father meet, plus it all happened so fast and they were blabbing about the possibilities that could happen in the future. you left the two shortly after you helped them prepare the dining table, heading straight to where you left ezekiel and christian.

ezekiel was in between christian’s legs, focused on his father’s phone as he showed him a compilation of his goals uploaded on youtube. when your son acknowledges your presence, he has the biggest smile on his face.

“mama, i want to play football like papa!”

you chuckle, taking a seat next to them. “well, i guess we could give it a try. but for now, let’s go eat dinner.” you tell your son, and he nodded his head, removing himself from christian’s grasp and ran out of the room, leaving you and his father alone. “so uh, just let me know if you’re uncomfortable during dinner. i can—”

“no, no, no. it’s okay.” christian said, “i, uh… about ezekiel—”

“we can talk about it after dinner.” you said, giving him a small smile as you walked to the dining.

ezekiel was sandwiched between you and christian. the four adults exchanged stories, andrew expressing his shock upon finding out that the father of ezekiel is a star player for the national team. ezekiel adjusted with christian faster than you expected, knowing your son, it would usually take him a few more interactions before he started to talk to them completely but he was really comfortable with him. christian was his father after all.

after dinner, christian thanked the hosts of the house. he even offered to put ezekiel to bed, but the kid had too much energy left in his body and couldn’t sleep yet. he bid his goodbye to ezekiel, promising that they’ll meet and bond again soon which made ezekiel a bit sad, yet happy. when everything was already sorted out, you walked christian back to his car.

“today was… i don’t know, crazy and fun.” he admits, stopping next to his car. “it was a lot to process but i think i’m okay. more than okay with ezekiel, he’s… he’s a good kid and you’ve done so much for him. i’ve never met a kid so clever like him at a young age.”

you smile, you didn’t really expect his compliment and it made you shy. “thank you. i have to say, the people around him influenced him a lot.” you replied.

silence once again surrounded the two of you, you were both waiting for someone to speak–bring up the topic of co-parenting. you didn’t want to be the first one to ask him because it would feel like you were pressuring christian, and christian didn’t want to be the first one to ask you because he knew it would be such a huge adjustment for you and ezekiel.

“y/n” christian called.

you look up to him, staring directly into his honey brown eyes. again, no one was talking. just the sound of the wind and a broken street light not far from where you were standing. the space between you and christian was getting smaller and smaller, his hands gently making their way to your jaw. and the next thing you know, your lips were connected. feeling his lips on yours made your heart beat faster, butterflies in your stomach were getting crazier.

you pulled away, holding his wrist. his forehead and nose on yours as you both catched your breath and closed your eyes. christian felt tears on his cheeks, causing him to open his eyes.

“i can’t… we can’t–” you said, pulling away from him.

“y/n–”

“i’m sorry, chris.”

you ran back inside the house, leaving christian alone in the driveway and he stood there frozen as he tried to process what had happened. did he move too fast? were you overwhelmed by his actions? questions ran through the player’s mind. maybe he did move too fast, and maybe you were scared that history may repeat itself. but this time, christian wanted to let you know that it wouldn’t, that he would do his best to conquer everything. christian was determined to have you again, because this time it isn’t only you he’s fighting for.

he was fighting for you and ezekiel.

#christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic scenario #christian pulisic x you #football imagine #football x y/n #football x reader #football angst

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strawberryforks · 8 months

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your favourite nuisance // red hood x vigilante!reader

summary: you have another run-in with the red hood. this time you’re the one doing the annoying—defeating his target before he even gets to the scene. your vigilante name is striker!

warnings: violence, swearing

word count: 1036

a/n: striker!reader is such a fun character to write and i will probably continue to do so! that said, request/asks are open and encouraged as always!

you get the villain red hood was after. by the time he arrives to the fight, they’re being carted off by police. they’ll be headed to arkham, instead of carted off in a body bag destined for the morgue and the red hood–you add a ‘the’ because it makes his name sound more threatening, and right now, stalking towards you, he looks threatening. at least a head taller than you and wearing that stupid mask that should make it infuriatingly easy to hide his emotions–but he wastes that opportunity. his body language gives him away every time and you swear you can almost see steam billowing out of his ears like some ready-to-explode, red-with-rage, cartoon character. “red hood,” you acknowledge. “nice to see you.”

he starts shouting and you ignore him. you turn into an alleyway, keeping your back to him as you walk away. in gotham, there are very few people you would trust to stand behind you, to watch your back and not jam a knife in it. you’re really surprised when you realise red hood, the red hood, is one of those people you trust. you laugh a little, shaking your head all the while. glancing into a puddle, you see red hood’s reflection storming after you, getting closer and closer. you don’t change your pace. you aren’t trying to avoid a confrontation, you actually don’t care at all. as far as you’re concerned it’s inevitable. you knew what you were doing taking down a villain red hood laid claim to. you knew what would happen, how he’d react and you did it anyway. You’re not trying to avoid confrontation, you’re just trying to move it away from the reporter who had been lingering beside your crime scene, wanting the scoop. you happily gave her the details you could, but didn’t want your generosity being a mistake.

you didn’t want to go home and find yours and red hood’s faces in the paper. not for fighting. not for anything else. drama was something you tended to stay out of and this was different, okay? you weren’t being dramatic, you were simply having fun. red hood was as much a rival as he was a friend. you would never ever voice that, but it made it no less true.

in another puddle you see his hand raise. Before he can grab your arm and force you to look at him, you spin around. you face him but only because you want to (not because, never because, if he really wanted you looking into his eyes he would be able to make you and that could be incredibly embarrassing)

you smile up at him, all fake-niceness. you pat his shoulder, “aw, don’t worry red. i’m sure you’ll get ‘em next time. if not, i left some of the small fishes for you.

“what the hell striker?”

“get over yourself, red. you’ve ruined my day more times than i can count, it’s time you see how it feels.”

he scoffed. “more times than you can count? you’re going to have to go back to school sweetheart because vigilantism doesn’t pay the bills and if you can’t count to twenty eight not even the supermarket near crime alley will hire you.”

“twenty eight? has the red hood been counting our encounters?” you laugh, being flooded with all sorts of ridiculous mental imagery–red hood scribbling in a pink notebook, red hood writing with a dry erase marker on the fridge, red hood, get this, looking forward to seeing you. jeez, you’re laughing so hard your stomach aches.

“do you journal? ‘dear diary, today i saw striker for the fifteenth time! i stole her thunder, ruined her night, and she went home and cried into ramen. ah, such a productive day fueled by tears, the blood left on my suit from the needless slaughter i just love to partake in, newspaper headlines, and assholery!’ is that about right?”

“shut the hell up.”

“i don’t think i will. besides, you don’t want me to. you’d be bored and have nothing to write about.”

“i wouldn’t be bored. there's a clear difference between bored and peaceful. also, i don’t write about you. i don’t even like you, striker.” okay, ouch. the big guy might as well have punched you in the nose because that one hurt a surprising amount.

you recovered quickly, never letting your mask (metaphoric) fall, your actual mask you didn’t need to worry about. it was as secure as secure got. covering your nose and mouth, all that could be seen was your eyes and on nights where you knew things would get messy, you wore goggles, rose tinted ones, that blood couldn’t stain, that you had commissioned from a seller on etsy. “you do too! i’m your favourite nuisance.”

“you aren’t.” he says immediately. hating you is one of his reflexes, how sweet. “you’re like my third favourite nuisance.”

you raise an eyebrow. just one. it’s as accusing as it is amusing.

“second…” he trails off. “alright, goddammit. yeah, you’re my favourite nuisance. happy?

“fucking ecstatic, actually red.” you grin and if you had to guess–he rolls his eyes.

“that villain,” back to business, as always. you straighten your spine and prepare for the scolding of a lifetime. you tilt your chin up and glare at his mask. “that was my target and you know it. that said, you did a good job.”

“if he hangs himself in his cell at arkham i’ll know it was you. i’ll be pissed–wait, red, there’s no way that you just said that. that was so a compliment. the only thing missing and making you seem awful was the fact you forgot to say ‘thank you!’ wow, regardless, i’m proud. honoured, even.”

“next time let me handle it.”

“you’re welcome!” you say in a sing-song voice. one that’s way too cheery for the other vigilante’s liking.

“striker?”

“yeah?”

“you really are a nuisance.”

“i like to put the emphasis on ‘favourite’ but sure, that works.” you slide past him in the alleyway, heading out. you stop on your tippy toes to whisper your goodbyes and don’t miss the blinding camera flash or the gawking reporter at the entrance of the alleyway.

#red hood x you #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd #batfam #striker!reader

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 months

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Hero

found u on AO3 and loved u immediately, your writing style is incredible and i’ve binged all your stories :) crack request popped into my mind the other day and i thought i’d share—> the pinocchio phenomenon about “my nose will grow” (i’m sure you’re familiar) except for its the sides (prob logan bc experiment) trying it on janus- “janus will be summoned” or something to that effect idk ily please never stop writing <3 – bumblebea2712

Okay, so I've been thinking about something for a while. In your fic, Silver Box, where Roman has that box labeled 'Ego' with all the positive reinforcement in it? What if one of the things that gets whispered from it is when c!Thomas told Roman "you're my hero"? Like, especially with the angst from POF/SvS Redux. Thinking about how Roman misinterpret Janus' nod as 'Thomas is lying' when he actually meant that Thomas was still the truth when calling Roman his hero again. I wanna see Janus trying to correct him and be like "that nod meant he was telling the truth, he still thinks of you as his hero, he still cares about you", etc. Just some Roman, Janus, and c!Thomas angst all bundled up with hurt/comfort. I have THOUGHTS, and so I wanted to share :3 – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

If you're up to requests rn, could we have a Sanders Sides fic where Thomas himself is actually present maybe? – anon

Hey, would you be interested in perhaps writing a story where Logan assumes Roman is stupid because he isn’t articulate, and one day Roman has enough and is trying so hard to explain to Logan why he’s wrong but he doesn’t know the right way to phrase things so he just ends up getting more and more upset while Logan isn’t listening? – anon

Hey! I love your work (I’m definitely a Roman angst enjoyer 😅, but all of it’s good!!). If you’re open to requests, I was thinking about the control that Patton has over Roman because like,, a prince fights for honor. For good. And who decides what those concepts mean? Patton does. In some way, he controls Roman’s narrative. Anyways, h/c with Roman and potentially protective Remus. Thank you for considering!! – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: self esteem issues, self doubt, slightly unsympathetic logan and patton

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 5984

"What honor is there that I can find now? What—how do I know what is right anymore? I've been behind a sword for so long, I fear…I fear I'm forgetting who I am without it." His breath comes out shakier. "And I fear…if I were to ever try to explain this to someone who wasn't you, my words would come out so clumsy they would impale me on their rusted edges." "There is nothing wrong with the way you speak, Roman. Nothing at all." "If only it were something that would be listened to."

Thomas sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Okay, I think—is that all we're gonna be able to get done today?"

"I have no qualms about continuing, but I do not think it would be productive."

"I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you go around in circles again and again," Virgil groans, long ago giving up the pretense of standing and paying attention, his forehead pressed against the stairs railing, "just call it here and let us go."

"Now, kiddo, that's not a very sporting attitude!" Patton puts his hands on his hips. "If Thomas thinks we're all involved in this discussion, then there's no point if trying to discount your own importance."

"I'm not discounting my own importance, I'm questioning my relevance." He glares through a gap in the bars at Logan. "This whole thing isn't gonna make me think it's not worth being cautious about, no matter how much L tries to talk me out of it. I'm Anxiety. Literally it's my job to be irrational sometimes. By definition—"

"But we've previously established that you do have some semblance of logical reasoning at points, and this could very well be one of those points—"

"Okay." Thomas cuts Logan off with a wave of his hand. "I think—yeah, I think we're done. I'm sorry, Logan, but I don't—we're kind of at an impasse."

"Here's an idea." Virgil's hand flops lazily up in a parody of raising his hand. "Why don't we ask someone whose literal job it is to come up with ideas?"

Logan's nose wrinkles momentarily and he sighs. "I do not see the value in asking either Roman or Remus to weigh in on this discussion when it has nothing to do with them."

"Uh-huh, so you wanna try to do the create-an-idea thing without the Sides whose job it is to do that?"

"We are all capable of coming up with ideas, Virgil, Roman and Remus simply represent Thomas's Creativity."

"Oh, yeah?" Virgil heaves himself up onto an elbow. "When's the last time you came up with an idea for an experiment on your own?"

"Preposterous. I'm perfectly capable of coming up with my own experiments."

"Do it. Right now."

"We are in the middle of discussing—"

"No, no," Thomas says, "please, I could use a break from thinking about this."

Logan's mouth works for a second. "Very well. Let's see…ah. A spin on the Pinocchio paradox."

"The what?"

"The Pinocchio paradox. A simple thought experiment on what would happen if the character, Pinocchio, uttered the words: 'My nose will grow now.' An interesting thought, given that—"

"That his nose grows when he lies and if it does grow then he told the truth which means it wouldn't grow which means he lies, sure, sure, sure, what does that have to do with anything?"

Logan adjusts his ties and raises a finger. "Janus will now appear."

Everyone in the room pauses, listening for the telltale whoosh of a Side appearing. Which it does, a few seconds later, and Logan gets cuffed on the shoulder.

"What was that for?"

"I'm not an experiment," Janus says, a bit too amused to be an indictment, "and am perfectly capable of showing up to slap you for being an idiot."

"See? Experiment successful."

"That's not—okay." Thomas pinches the bridge of his nose. "Janus, while you're here, you might as well weigh in on this."

'"Being arbitrarily asked to choose a side with little to no context as to what the options are? My favorite." He claps his hands a few times. "What am I choosing between?"

"Would it be better if I responded to this email now, saying that I'm not available for a call for the rest of the day, or should I wait and just call back tomorrow when I am free?"

"Ooh, what an interesting dilemma. How badly will your life be impacted by a negative outcome to this call?"

"Don't fucking start with me, J," Virgil warns, studiously ignoring Patton's language, "I know you've been listening this whole time."

"Oh, you're no fun." Virgil tips him a lazy two-fingered salute and he sighs. "Very well. Thomas, do you want to respond to this now?"

Thomas frowns. "What? Isn't that what you all are here for?"

"We can manifest different parts of you trying to figure something out, but that doesn't mean you don't have your own thoughts about it that aren't us. What do you want to do?"

"This line of questioning is pointless. Thomas has established that he doesn't know what he wants and he's asked us—well, I suppose that now includes you—what to do."

Janus slides his gaze to Logan, eyes narrowing slightly. "That's awfully presumptuous of you, Logan."

"Thomas? Is that an inaccurate conclusion?"

"…I mean, not really."

Logan gestures at him. "See? There you are. Now, either we are agreeing to call the meeting here and simply wait until tomorrow, or we are going to rehash the same arguments from the past hour and quite frankly, I think there is a better use of our time."

"Why are the twins not here?"

"Excuse me?"

"The twins. The ones who are good at coming up with solutions to problems." Janus glances around. "They seem conspicuously absent from this meeting where we are trying to come up with a solution to something."

"That's what I was saying."

Logan sighs, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Alright, if you insist. I do not see what sort of valuable insight they will be able to give us, but if you all want to hear what they have to say, then I suppose I cannot object."

Thomas smiles and reaches out to summon Creativity. A moment later, Roman appears in front of the TV, wincing.

"Thomas?"

"Hey, Roman, we, uh, we were hoping you could help us out."

Roman rubs the back of his neck, glancing around the room. "Uh, sure. What, uh, what with?"

"Thomas is struggling to choose between responding to a missed phone call and voicemail with either an email today apologizing and explaining his availability tomorrow, or simply calling back tomorrow when he is immediately available," Logan says smoothly. "Which option do you think is preferable?"

Roman just blinks at him for a long second. When Logan raises his eyebrows expectantly, his shoulders hunch a little and he curls in on himself. "I, um, I don't know."

"Just as I suspected. Very well, thank you Roman, you may go."

"Wait, what?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Virgil says, sitting up, "that's not fair, he's been here, what, all of two seconds?"

"Yes, and has just admitted that he doesn't have an answer to us, which is not a productive way to continue this conversation, therefore he can go."

"Wait, Logan—" Thomas holds his hand out, silently asking Roman to stay, "can't we just—how's he gonna be able to actually give his opinion if he doesn't have time to make one?"

"Roman, are the facts I've given to you unclear?"

"Huh? N-no—"

"Do you believe you have a firm enough grasp of the situation to form a conclusion?"

"I mean, yeah, I get it, but—"

"And you still don't know what option you prefer?"

Roman's quiet for a moment, his outstretched hand slowly returning to his side. "…no."

Logan nods. "Settled, then."

"Come on, Logan," Janus says, frowning a little now, "just because you didn't want him here doesn't mean you can throw him away as soon as he's said one thing that vaguely aligns with what you wanted."

"First off, that's an incredible level of irony coming from you—" both Janus and Roman flinch— "and secondly, Roman, would you like to be part of this meeting?"

They all turn to look at Roman, who shuffles under their gazes. He keeps flicking his eyes up to Thomas, then to Patton, then to Janus, before staring back down at his hands. The buzzing of the fridge becomes oppressive. He winces and rubs the back of his neck again.

"Roman?"

"…not really."

"Then it's settled, then. Thank you for your input."

Roman glances once more at Thomas with something almost like longing before he sinks out again. Virgil, who'd been watching him closely, turns to frown at Logan. Logan adjusts his tie.

"If that's all, then, Thomas, would you still like to end the meeting here?"

"Yeah, let's…let's call it."

"Very well. I shall be available if you need me further." He sinks out.

Patton sinks out next, giving Thomas a quick thumbs-up before disappearing. Janus exchanges a brief look with Virgil before he's vanishing too, leaving just the two of them alone in the living room. Thomas puts his hands on his hips, staring at the spot where Roman was.

"So that was weird, right?"

"Yeah." Virgil grunts as he sits up, hands balled up in the pocket of his hoodie. "That…I've never seen them…do that before."

"Did Roman and Logan have a fight or something?"

"I don't think so? I mean, I've seen them argue about stuff, but they always do that and it didn't seem like it was any more, like, intense than usual, so I don't…I don't know why that happened." He shuffles. "I've also never seen Logan be that…short with Roman before."

"Yeah, like, he was here for literally, like—"

"Like two seconds—"

"And then Logan was telling him to go again. And did you notice how he kept looking—"

"At you?"

"At me, yeah, did—did I do something?"

"What? Shit, no, Thomas, I don't think that's it. I think—" he sighs— "look, he's not gonna be happy I'm telling you this, but Princey's been going through some stuff lately and I'm not sure exactly what it is but I know it's been weighing on him a lot."

Thomas frowns. "How so?"

"Well, let me put it this way: have you been daydreaming a lot more lately?"

He thinks. "Uh, yeah, I mean, I guess so, but I haven't been doing that much recently, which kind of makes sense, I guess?"

"Yeah, well, that's Princey in the Imagination." Thomas nods and Virgil gives him a pointed look. "I'm telling you that Princey's been going into the Imagination more."

"Yeah, that's—isn't that what he does?"

Virgil scrubs a hand over his face. "Yeah, it is, but not like this. Normally when he goes in, he's doing it to come up with ideas or work something out, or…something. But recently…"

"But recently that doesn't feel like what he's doing," Thomas finishes, chewing on his lip, "yeah, actually, now that you mention it, it does kind of feel…different. Like—like they're…"

"Comfort," Virgil finishes quietly when he can't quite put his finger on it, "it feels like a comfort."

"Roman's going into the Imagination to comfort himself?" Virgil shrugs. "Why?"

"Like I said, he's going through some stuff. It's not—I'm not all up on how the Imagination translates to whatever your daydreams end up being, but I don't think—Princey's not even telling us what he gets up to in there."

Thomas sucks in a breath. If there's one thing he's learned after listening to them talk about whatever goes on in the Mindscape when they're not with him, it's that Roman loves to regale them with tales of his adventures in the Imagination, even if it comes at the expense of whatever else they're doing. To hear that Roman's been going off more than usual and he isn't telling them about it? Worrying, to say the least.

"When did this start?"

Virgil blows out a breath. "After the wedding."

"Shit, that's…probably not good."

"Yeah."

They both stare at the black TV. A bit of dust gets caught in a gust from the vent and sticks to the corner.

"…he's my hero," Thomas says quietly.

"Huh?"

"He's my hero. Maybe he's…maybe he's going to the Imagination to do the things heroes don't get to do."

"Okay, you gotta break that down for me a little more."

"The heroes don't get to be vulnerable. They don't get to…to actually stop and rest, not really. They have to keep going, they have to…" Thomas swallows. When did this lump in his throat get here? "They're not—oh, god, am I gonna cry?"

"Shit, shit, shit, uh—do you want me to get Patton back?"

"N-no, no, don't—" for some reason the thought of Patton reappearing sends a bolt of fear straight through his chest and he knows Virgil feels it too, shooting to his feet and watching as Thomas stumbles back to the couch— "I—oh, god."

"Hey, hey, hey, buddy," Virgil says, voice soft and low as Thomas buries his face in his hands, "take it easy, okay? You're okay, you're safe in the house, everything's okay. I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay? Just a nice, deep breath, you're okay, that's it, good, now let it out…nice, do it again…"

Virgil helps talk him slowly through the well of emotion suddenly bubbling just at the base of his throat, the breaths coming out shaky but steady. Absentmindedly, he puts a hand to his chest and starts rubbing in slow, firm circles. The pressure does something to the frantic and flighty part of him, helping to soothe him back from whatever brink he hadn't realized he'd walked to.

"Hey," Virgil calls a few minutes later, "you with me again?"

"Yeah, I think so." He takes a couple more seconds just to breathe it out. "Roman's—Roman's my hero, and I don't know if he knows that I…that I still want to listen to him."

"What do you mean?"

"Afterwards. When I—when we were all—when the stuff happened. He said that he thought he was my hero and I told him he was and then he…"

"Freaked," Virgil finishes when he can't, "yeah, I remember."

"I don't…I don't know why that made him so upset."

"Well, hey," he says when that lump starts to come back to his throat, "let's not have you worry about that right now, okay? You—let's go do something else that'll get your mind off of it. Go rewatch the Office bloopers again, that always works."

"Will you—can you keep an eye on him for me?"

"Yeah, Thomas, I can do that. Now c'mon, those bloopers aren't going to rewatch themselves."

***

Roman walks slowly through the woods as the fireflies twinkle around him. He lifts a hand to push aside a branch, stepping through the shadows to emerge onto the thin dirt path that winds through the base of the trees. As the darkness falls, the thin blue lines grow deeper, darker, blending together to weave across the grass as little critters scurry back and forth. The whistle of the wind accompanies the crunch of his footsteps as he makes his way toward the cabin.

Movement from around the side and the man emerges, wiping dirt from his hands with a rag. He looks up and smiles as Roman approaches.

"Roman," he greets, with his voice warm, "how good it is to see you."

"I see I'm a bit too late to help with the chores." He nods to the rag. "I don't mean to impose on you."

"Nonsense, old friend, nothing you do could possibly be an imposition. As it happens, I have a stew on that I won't be able to finish by myself and it would be a great favor to me if you were to help me."

Roman chuckles. "How could I refuse?"

The man holds a hand out to him as he nears, settling it on the curve of Roman's neck and pulling him close for a brief hug of sorts. Roman turns his cheek to rest against the curve of his jaw, breathing out shakily. The man lets out a comforting noise and his fingers card through the delicate hairs at the base of his head.

"Come inside, dear friend, let the fire warm you."

"The night is warm already."

"It is young still, and will grow cold," he says as he begins to lead them up the stairs, "and you look to be the type of cold that does not thaw even in the hottest sun."

"I worry for the state of the realm sometimes, if I am truly so transparent."

"Only to me, dear friend, and only because you have seen fit to allow yourself to be so with me." He's coaxed inside a modest cabin, sat at a simple hewn table as a rich smell fills the room. He closes his eyes to breathe it in, opening them again when the low thud of a bowl and tankard draws his attention. "Eat, please. You know I can't bear a less-than-full stomach under my roof."

"You're too kind to me."

"Nonsense." The hand fits itself around his head once more. "You are worth being kind to, and even more worth allowing me to care for you. Now, come on."

The stew is simple, hearty, and as filling as he could ever want. Under the table, their legs press together, boots against boots, knee against knee. The fire crackles in the hearth as the last of the light fades from outside. He can feel his shoulders beginning to relax, the line of his body growing looser, more languid.

When they've both eaten their fill and the dishes have been set away to deal with later, he sits on the floor near the hearth and stares into the flames. A warm hand lands on his shoulder and brings his head to rest against another, light touch trailing over the bare skin under his sleeve.

"What troubles you tonight, dear friend?"

"I don't want to impose—"

"Shh, none of that now. It's an honor to be troubled by your worries."

He turns his head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of clean sweat, of spiced apple, of wood smoke. "I struggle to remember what it is I fight for."

Gentle nails along his scalp. "How so?"

"There is nothing wrong with the way you speak, Roman. Nothing at all."

"If only it were something that would be listened to."

"Hey." He's nudged until he can look up at the man's face. "You once told me that all you wanted to fight for was this. For the chance for one to sit, in the peace and safety, with those they care for, and have that be alright. Is this still true?"

"Yes. But I don't—I no longer know how to do that."

The man goes quiet, contemplative, running his fingers gently over the edge of Roman's face. The touch coaxes a lump to his throat, a tear to his eye, and the man lets out another comforting noise, pulling him closer.

"Rest for the night, please, dear friend. My bed is warm, my touch willing. You fear losing who you are without your sword? Put it down for the night, stay. Remind yourself of how to enjoy the thing you fight for."

"If only I could be as persuasive as you," he mumbles, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of the touch, "then I might never need a sword again."

He chuckles. "Well, I don't know if I can do all that much, but I have learned how to persuade you, my dear, and that will serve me well enough."

***

"Roman?"

Roman turns, spotting Janus as he trudges back from the Imagination. "What're you doing awake?"

"I was waiting for you."

He winces. "Sorry, I, um, did we have something planned?"

"What? No, no, sweetie, nothing like that, I only—I wanted to talk to you for a moment."

A chill works its way up Roman's spine and he suppresses a shudder, walking slowly to his room and opening the door. Janus follows him in, carefully closing it behind them and waiting while Roman tucks something into a drawer on his desk and sitting down.

"What's up?"

"Are you…are you okay?"

He flinches slightly. "Why, um, why?"

Janus looks pained. He glances around and seemingly comes to a decision before sinking down to the floor, crossing his legs and sighing. "You…seemed very upset after earlier, and I wanted to come and ask you about it."

"Oh, no, I'm fine, I wasn't—Logan was right, I wasn't going to be useful in that conversation."

"The one you were in for all of three seconds before you were being shunted out of it again?"

Roman narrows his eyes. "You know, it is kind of ironic that you of all people are worrying about that right now."

Janus barely has time to process how he feels about that sentence before Roman's eyes are widening and he's leaning back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, that came out really rude, I didn't mean that."

"You did, and that's okay. No, no—really, it is okay, Roman, you don't have to pretend like I didn't hurt you—that I'm not hurting you when I do things like that. No, no—" he stands as Roman covers his face with his hands— "please, sweetie, just—just listen to me for a second, okay?"

Roman nods, his face still hidden. Janus hesitates for a moment before gloved hands come down to rest on his shoulders. He leans down and carefully, carefully presses his chin to the top of Roman's head. Roman shudders a little under the contact but stays still.

"You've been distant lately," Janus whispers, as though afraid of breaking the silence, "and that's not a bad thing, sweetie, but it's…it seems like it's hurting you. And I'm worried because Thomas isn't—I don't know what Thomas would do without you."

Roman stiffens and immediately he knows it was the wrong thing to say. "I won't let Thomas down again, I know what I'm doing. I'm just—I'm sorry I haven't been very present lately, but I'm—"

"No, no, that's not what I meant—wait, what do you mean, 'again?'"

Roman hunches his shoulders. "I know I'm not Thomas's hero anymore, okay? You don't need to keep acting like I'm—"

"Wait, wait, sweetie." Janus crouches down, cupping Roman's face in his hands. "What do you mean, you're not Thomas's hero anymore?"

"That's what you said! After the wedding, when he said—when I said—and you nodded! Like it was a lie!" He jerks away. "We don't need to pretend that didn't happen, okay? I remember, it's not like I could forget something like that."

"No, no, Roman—no, that's not what I meant, I didn't—it wasn't a lie."

Roman goes still. He stares at Janus for a long moment, long enough for a bit of a smile to come to his face, like Roman's actually listening to him. Then Roman's expression darkens and the voice that comes out of him is darker and more venomous than anything Janus has ever heard.

"Do not lie to me."

"R-Roman—"

"No." Roman pulls away, standing up, towering over him. "You will not lie to me. Not about that, not about anything like that. Use me as your puppet all you want, everyone knows I can't stop you, but I won't let you lie to me about this. Ever."

He's already fumbling to get his gloves off, surging up and grabbing Roman in a tight hug, so close he couldn't hope to get an inch of distance between them. "I'm not lying," he hisses, almost into Roman's nose, "I'm not lying about this, Roman, I'm not. Thomas wasn't lying. You're his hero. You still are."

"Stop it—"

"My gloves are off! I can't lie with my gloves off, Thomas loves you—you're his hero—"

"Stop it!" The words leave Roman in a breathless cry and Janus is left struggling to heft his weight as his knees buckle. "Stop it, stop it—stop it, it's not true, it can't be true, it's a lie—it—it has to be—"

"Why does it have to be, sweetie?" They're back on the floor, Janus smoothing hair back from Roman's flushed face, awkwardly holding him in his lap. "Why did it have to be a lie?"

"Because—because—" he sniffles— "nothing makes sense anymore. I don't—I can't—I can't do anything."

He frowns. "What do you mean you can't do anything?"

Hands come up to circle his wrists, not to push him away, just to have somewhere else to hold onto. "Princes fight for honor, for what's good. I can't—I can't fight anymore."

Not much can break Janus's heart like hearing Roman admit something like that, fewer things still can threaten tears at the corners of his eyes like the ones badly concealed in Roman's voice. "What do you mean, sweetie? Why can't you fight anymore?"

"I don't know anything! I don't know what's good, what's honorable, what's—what's right, I can't…I'm wrong, Janus, I'm just wrong and I don't—I don't know how to be right again."

"Shh, shh, shh, easy, now, sweetie, shh…" Janus hauls him closer, pressing his mouth to his flushed cheek, still murmuring comfort. "Shh…that's it, just stay here with me a moment, okay?"

"J-Janus—"

"I'm here, sweetie, I'm right here."

Roman's stifled sobs land like mines in the room, creating a mess around them as he curls up tighter, tighter still. The door to the Imagination glistens softly and he can almost hear the distant crackle of a fireplace and that alone sends him further into the fit. Janus's hands remain gentle, holding him close, but everything keeps spinning and nothing, nothing makes sense except the hurt in his chest.

He's going to cry himself to sleep again, he realizes faintly as exhaustion starts to seep through him, but then Janus is kissing his forehead again and gently shaking him awake.

"Sweetie, listen to me: no one knows what you fight for better than you, okay? You're Thomas's Hopes and Dreams, his hero—" Roman whimpers— "you do know what's right."

"N-no, I don't."

"Then who does know?"

"Patton."

Janus's blood runs cold. "Patton? Why Patton?"

"Patton's the Heart, he's M—he's Morality. He knows—he decides. I'm—I just follow." He sniffles. "And Logan—Logan, he's right, I don't—I'm so stupid—"

"That's enough, now." He runs a hand through his hair again. "That's enough, sweetie. You're not stupid. No—shh, shh, you're not. You know you're not."

"I am. I can't—I can't talk right and I don't know what I'm doing and—an' I'm just gonna mess everything up again."

Janus closes his eyes, bowing his head and taking a deep breath of his own. Cradling Roman's head to his chest, he leans down and kisses both his forehead and his cheeks, just staying there for a long, long moment. Roman's soft sobs echo gently in his ear and he tucks a stray piece of hair back from his face.

"You're not stupid," he murmurs, "you're not going to mess everything up again. You're okay. You're okay, sweetie."

Roman sniffles and shakes his head. "No, it's not. It's not okay."

"…no," Janus concedes, pulling Roman close, "I suppose it's not."

***

Not many things can happen in the Mindscape without Remus noticing, and almost nothing can happen to his brother without him showing up to knock some heads.

Case in point: when there's a tug in his gut telling him that Roman is upset, he grabs his Morningstar and sinks out without hesitating.

When he rises up in the living room, it takes less than two seconds for him to determine one: that Logan is picking on his brother, two: Patton isn't doing anything to stop him, and three: Roman is crying.

"Remus, not now," Logan sighs, "we're in the middle of something."

"You're in the middle of hurting my brother."

"R-Re?" He's got his arm around Roman's shoulders in the next moment. "W-wait, I need to—I have to—I gotta explain."

"Explain what, Roro?"

Logan sighs. "Roman has been trying, unsuccessfully, to explain that we are at fault for—"

"Ah, no." Remus throws a knife at Logan. "I didn't ask you. Shush."

"Remus! Throwing knives at people isn't nice!"

"Neither is making them cry! We're all in agreement." He tucks his head against Roman's, gentling his voice. "What're you trying to explain, Roro?"

"The—" he sniffles— "Janus said I should try—try talking to them and I said it wouldn't work but he—he insisted an' I—"

"Shh, shh, take your time, Ro, you're doing great."

"Heart. Morality. Prince. Logic."

Remus's little black heart breaks in two and he wraps his arms tightly around his brother. "Oh, Ro, it's okay. It's gonna be okay, lemme get you somewhere safe and I'll do it for you, okay?"

"You don't have to—"

"Trust me, Ro-bro, I got this."

Roman sags in his arms. "O-okay."

Remus quickly bids the Imagination to open its doors and sinks Roman out, giving him a gentle push into the forest before reappearing in the living room. He cracks his knuckles and grins.

"Alright, where were we?"

Logan sighs. "Remus, I don't—"

"Ah, that's right!" Remus throws another knife at him. "You, not listening to people who can't articulate things as well as you can! Rude and ableist, Loganberry, not a good look on you."

"I am not—"

"Roman can't articulate his thoughts as well as you can and so you think you're better than him, smarter than him, and that he's not worth listening to, is that explicit enough?" Logan opens and closes his mouth a few times but doesn't say anything. "Mm. And you!"

Patton yelps as Remus throws something at him too.

"You have a nasty habit of making Roman feel like a helpless little kid! You have a lot of sway over things like Thomas's sense of right and wrong and when you don't talk to Roman like he's your equal, you really fuck him up!"

"Language—"

"Don't fucking talk to me about my language," Remus says with artificial cheeriness, "talk to yourself about how not to give my brother an identity crisis!"

He stops throwing things, mainly because the rest of them are exploding or things he knows Roman would rather he didn't throw at them, no matter how tempting it is. The two of them slowly get their shit together, each with a different amount of regret. He doesn't really care about that, though, so long as they're not going to hurt Roman like that again.

"Good chat!"

And he sinks out to tackle Roman into Ollie's pond so they can have fun playing and not crying.

God, he loves his brother.

***

"Hey, Thomas?"

Thomas looks up and sees Virgil on the stairs. "Oh, hey, Virge, what's up?"

"You, uh, you asked me to keep an eye on Princey."

He sits up straight. "Yeah, what's—what's going on?"

Virgil sighs, rubbing his hands together. "There was a…not a fight, but some stuff happened. Turns out that Roman, uh, didn't believe you when you said you still thought of him as your hero and it…got bad."

"Do I want to know how bad?"

"Like, bad enough that Roman wasn't—shit, Thomas, no, I don't think you wanna know. Let's just say it was bad enough that he wasn't just going to the Imagination for comfort, he was going there because it was the only place he felt safe."

"Oh, Roman…"

"The fight—the thing was about Roman trying to explain to Patton and Logan how it fucked him up really badly, and he wasn't—you know how Roman's not always the best at explaining himself?"

"Yeah?"

"It—it wasn't really going well. Remus had to step in and do it for him."

"Wait, Remus?"

"Yeah, they're brothers. Remus—shit, Remus is really protective of Roman sometimes and this time wasn't an exception. Everyone's fine now, but it's…" Virgil sighs. "Logan and Patton have apologized and everybody's working on it, but I thought you'd want to know."

"How much stuff happens with you guys that I don't know about?"

"Honestly? I don't think you want the answer to that either."

"Jesus." Thomas scrubs a hand over his face. "Alright, well, thanks for telling me, Virgil. If…if there's anything I can do, let me know?"

Virgil nods and sinks out. Thomas puts a hand to his chest, rubbing in slow circles. There's a part of him that feels cold, still. Maybe…maybe he can figure out some way to help warm it up.

***

Roman wakes up to the sound of a crackling fire. He hums, rolling over, reaching for the edge of the bed, only to stop when his hands meet the thick red comforter. He frowns. This…this is his bed. He didn't fall asleep in the Imagination. So then why…?

He looks over and his eyes widen.

Across the room, tucked into a neat little alcove that definitely wasn't there when he went to sleep, is a merrily crackling fireplace. Above it, mounted on a gold plaque, is a cardboard sword with the words you're my hero written on it in red ink.

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rosepeta1z · 9 months

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Yall I fucking hate how this shit turned out so I’m not gonna finish it 😭… but here it is if you still wanna read the unfinished product cuz I feel bad for not finishing it but I just don’t know how to continue it ughhshsh anyways heree

To: Ajax

Ajax, when are we going to meet each other again? The night we spend together was like no other. I still giggle and feel my cheeks get warm simply by thought of you holding me in your arms. Not only that but the intimacy we had that night was crazy. It was so intense and different, It’ll truly be a wish of mine to experience it once again. Can you blame me though? The way you whispered your love to me, the way you smelt, the way you groaned when I did something you liked, the way you…well, maybe I should keep that to myself.

I miss you!

To: Ajax

Love, Victoria

….

You silently closed the envelope, your mind blank with no thoughts in sight. It was like you couldn’t process this, or maybe you didn’t want to. You didn’t know what to feel at the moment. Shock? Confusion? Pain? Anger? Sadness? Disgust? Denial? It was all just too much.

Who the hell is Victoria? What does she have with Childe? What does Childe have with her?!? And…she called him Ajax. Why did she call him Ajax? Who was she to him?

It was so painfully obvious what this letter was about and what they did together. You still had so many questions that you wanted to be answered. What should you do now?

You knew you had to bring this up with Childe. Immediately. Another question popped into your head. How would he react to this? You would find out when he comes home from whatever the hell he does in the fatui. Maybe he wasn’t even there. Maybe he lied to you and is actually at this women’s ‘Victoria’s’ house. You didn’t want to think that though. You sighed and put the envelope in your pocket. You really wanted to stay strong in a moment like this. You wiped the single tear that managed to escape from your eye. You would find out answers today.

—

You were waiting in the living room, going over your thoughts when suddenly you heard the doorknob rattle, signaling someone was trying to come in. That someone was Childe, the person you normally would be happy and excited to welcome in. This time though, it was different. You secretly hoped that he wouldn’t come home today, and the next day, and the next. You didn’t want to see his face anymore.

Childe managed to open up the door, welcoming himself in. When he spotted you on the couch he smiled at you. He smiled. At you. How could he smile knowing what he has done?!

Oh, how badly you wanted to just walk over to him and slap that stupid, handsome smile off his face.

“What’s up? You’d usually greet me at the door everyday. Tough day today?” He spoke with that grin still on his face.

Tough day for sure.

Before he could walk up to you and give you a kiss on your cheek, you stood up from the couch and reached into your pocket, pulling out the envelope you found earlier to show him the secret he has been hiding that you’ve found.

“Victoria? Who’s Victoria?” Your voice cracked when you spoke. Your throat was so painfully tight, it hurt. You didn’t want to speak much more, because you knew if you did, you would let the tears that you’ve been holding in too long to fall.

He started at the envelope and sighed. As if he was the disappointed one.

“Now, don’t go imagining things.”

You stared at him with hurt and confusion in your eyes. Was he stupid or just slow?

“Imagining things? Childe, read what this envelope says! Are you serious right now?” You sniffed, you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry. Though, you could already feel your throat start to close up and your eyes starting to sting. You hated this. You hated this feeling.

You felt utterly pathetic.

He huffed in annoyance and started to walk away from you and this situation. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear you.

Your sad eyes followed him and you couldn’t help but ask again.

“Victoria? Whos Victoria, Childe?” You desperately asked, you voice now a bit raspy from the inflammation and irritation building up in your throat from wanting to cry.

He was heading to your room, speed walking in order to get away from you. How pathetic. Why was he running away?

“I don’t wanna hear another word from you.” He spat out in an aggressive tone. Was he mad that you found out? Was he hoping that you wouldn’t find out so he could continue having fun with that other woman? Whatever it was, he clearly was not happy right now.

You quickly followed behind him like a desperate puppy. You wanted answers!

“Was there something your hiding?” You raised your voice in irritation at him walking away from the situation. Although you raised your voice and there was obvious irritation, anyone could still tell that there was also pain in your voice.

“I don’t have a goddamn thing to hide! You’re just always sticking your nose in wherever it doesn’t belong! You’re just being so damn aggressive and demanding!”

He walked into the shared room, you still following behind him with tears so close to falling. He turned around to face you, a harsh glare on his face.

“You know, I think you should go away for a while. Stay with your friends or something. If you even have any. Do whatever, sell yourself to some guy in the streets for all I care! don’t want you here in the same roof as me anymore.”

“What? Im not going!” You could hear the desperation and pain in your voice when you spoke.

“I think you should. Matter of fact, I’ll help you. Start packing!” He yelled in a loud voice, he opened up the closet where your clothes were and started to throw all the clothes he could onto the floor with the hangers still attached to them.

You gasped and stood there in utter shock and tears now falling out your eyes. You watched him angrily throw all your clothes onto the floor for you to start packing.

What could you do? You were so scared.

“HURRY UP!” You flinched at his loud yell and whimpered as you kneeled down to the floor to start to try and organize the clothes he has ruthlessly thrown onto the floor for you to pack.

Your hands were shaking and your mind was scrambled. You started to sob like a child as your trembling hands were trying to quickly fold your clothes and try to stuff what you can in the luggage.

#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #angst no comfort #childe angst #childe x reader #childe x you #genshin angst #genshin impact oneshots #genshin x reader #unfinished #genshin impact reader insert #genshin #im bored #lazy #childe tartaglia ajax

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leegemma · 1 year

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wondering if you'd write a lee!leeknow and lers!chan and changbin with the prompts 69, 70, 71, and 96? (if its too many you dont have to use them all!)

Hi! Thank you for your request, I think this one turned out okay so I hope you like it!

Enjoy:)

69 - “i don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red.”

70 - “either i’m really funny, or you’re really ticklish."

71 - “can you use your words?”

96 - “oh? than how about… here?”

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Usually when the three oldest Stray kids memebrs were hanging out without the others, they were pretty calm. Usually just playing a game or complaining about the troubles the younger boys were causing.

Today was no different. After the younger members left the dorm to all go and do their own stuff, leaving the other 3 behind, Changbin suggested they watch a movie, the others agreed and they settled down on the couch, lee know in the middle and the other two on both his sides. They searched through netflix until Lee know clicked on a random comedy film he found.

After watching silently for around 20 minutes, Lee know suddenly groaned. "This movie isn't even funny!"

"We just started, give it some time." Chan encouraged and started scratching Lee know's back comfortly.

Lee know mumbled something back but soon relaxed into the nice feeling and went back to watching the movie.

After another 10 minutes went by and passed though, Lee know was getting bored again. "I don't understand why you guys are laughing at these stupid jokes! Comedy movies are stupid!"

"You chose this one!" Changbin said, pointing at Lee know accusingly.

"Yeah, why did you even choose it if you don't like comedies?" Chan asked, stopping the scratches on Lee know's back as his hands were getting tired.

"I just felt like laughing." Lee know shrugged. "But this is not working anyway so whatever!"

Changbin and Chan turned to look at each other over Lee know's sulking face as if they were thinking the exact same thing.

"You know, hyung.. there are other ways to laugh... a comedy isn't the only option." Changbin started, scooting closer the Lee know.

"What do you mean...?" The older turned to look at him suspiciously, missing the fact Chan just moved closer from the other side.

"There are funny animal videos, or comic books, or my dad jokes-" Chan's statement was cut off short when Lee know let ouf a muffled chuckle.

"Your dad jokes aren't funny."

Chan raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Then how come you're laughing?"

"I'm not laughi- Hehy!"

Chan got his revenge when Changbin forced Lee know to lay down and raised his arms above his head, sitting on his wrists. Chan was quick to start tickling, digging into the younger boy's sides.

"Wha- what are you doi- doing?" Lee know stuttered, trying his best not to laugh.

"Oh nothing, I'm just preparing to tell you this joke." Chan said.

"Nohohoho!" Lee know broke when Changbin started wiggling his fingers into his neck.

"Aww he's already laughing!" Changbin teased. "Tell your joke!"

Chan complied, "What do you call a factory that makes okay products?" He turned to look up at Changbin calmly while still tickling Lee know.

"I don't know! Do you know Lee know hyung?" Changbin grinned down at the older boy.

"Nohohoho!" Lee know was now squirming around.

"A satisfactory." Chan announced with a laugh of his own.

Changbin forced himself to laugh. "Haha! That is hilarious, do you get it hyung? Beca-"

"I GEHEHET IHIHIT!" Lee know trying rolling on his stomach, to no success.

"Well obviously you do, look how hard you're laughing." Chan observed.

"Hyung, that might be because we're tickling him." Changbin finally admitted.

"STAHAHHAP" Lee know's helpless cries were pretty much ignored.

“Either i’m really funny, or you’re really ticklish.” Chan nodded at Lee know.

"THEHEHE FIHIHRTS OHOHONE" Lee know said.

"Are you sure?~" Changbin walked his fingers down to Lee know's armpit, smiling when the other's laughter increased as he hit the inside of his elbows.

Lee know didn't bother to answer, letting Chan do it for him. "Does this tickle, Lee know?~" he questioned as he dug into the younger boy's thighs.

"NOHOHOHO" Lee know shook his head a bit too aggressively. "IHIHIHM NOHOHOT TI- TIHIHCKLISH THEHERE" liar.

“oh? than how about… here?” Chan moved a bit up to his hips, laughing and cooing when Lee know squealed.

"STAAHAHAHAHHAP!!!!" Lee know was flopping around, he was convinced he could have held it together if not for the teasing. It was terrible and he was blushing madly.

“I don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red.” Changbin said and moved one of his hands down to dig between Lee know's ribs.

"I CAHAHAHNTTT AHHAHAHAHAHA ANAVDHWUAJBAGUK!!" Lee know tried his best to express his feelings through the muffled screams.

“Can you use your words?” Chan asked politely.

"NOHOHOHOHO" Lee know answered. "STOHOHOHOP."

Changbin looked up at Chan and shrugged. "Good enough for me."

Chan nodded back. "I guess so."

They let Lee know go and stayed with him while he caught his breath, after they saw he was fine Chan started playing the movie again, not before turning to Lee now with a mad grin on his face. "You better not interrupt again, or else..."

As if it was planned, both Changbin and Chan started wiggling their fingers at him mischievously.

"Yeah, yeah... I get it, I won't interrupt this movie anymore..." Lee know held back a small smirk until the two turned to look at the movie, and then he whispered in the tiniest voice: "Never said anything about other movies though..."

#tickle fics #skz tickle #stray kids tickle fic #stray kids tickle #lee!know #lee!minho #ler!changbin #ler!bangchan

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stumacherstan · 1 year

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Book!Carrie with a gn!reader please? The premise is that Carrie is feeling self conscious about her weight, sweat, stench, acne, body in general, and the reader helps her feel good about it

a/n: IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!! I FUCKING LOVE BOOK CARRIE <333 also for this to be possible carrie is alive. everyone survived the massacre as a technicality malfunction and whatnot. or set in an AU where her mother isn’t her over religiousmother,,, but whatever !

book!Carrie White x gn!Reader

Carrie shifted her legs as she looked at her hopeful partner. Unsure of what to say about a sleepover. Doesn’t that lead to things? Partners shouldn’t sleepover without being married. Even then, if it leads to that. How embarrassing. She’s not even,,

“Hey, earth to Carrie!”

Carrie blinked like a doe caught in lights and sheepishly mumbled a sorry. Her little chubby fingers toying with her mousy greasy blonde hair. Making her feel yet again, disgusting and unworthy.

“You’re leaving me again. Do you not want to spend the night? We won’t do anything you don’t want to do! We’ll watch movies and we’ll play some stupid games. Whatever you wanna do. You don’t even have to spend the night at all. We can bake and eat our hearts out and…” As you babbled on about things to do with her. She felt horrible guilt. She should say something.

“(Y/N)!” Her weak nervous voice shut you up and your focus was on her once again. “I-i’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just,” Carrie trailed off. She didn’t know what to say. Isn’t this something that happens to pretty girls? She didn’t actually take you serious when you asked her out.

Carrie wasn’t expecting a sweet gentle being that played with her gross hair during classes together. She wasn’t expecting sweet little notes in her lockers. She gets mean things and everyone’s so mean to her! Except for you.

You waited patiently for a reply. She was stuck in her train of thoughts again. You were use to this. Carrie was a pretty insecure girl. You could tell, everyone could. You thought she was pretty. She makes herself try to seek small and you want to make her feel comfortable in her skin. She was very much beautiful to you.

“It’s just that I’m me? What if people find out and start bullying you too?” Carrie finally spoke out, looking at you with nerves and fear in her eyes.

“So?” You rolled your eyes. “i don’t care about them. You do, and that’s okay. One day you won’t. But today and every other day, just like yesterday, I don’t care about them.” You took her hands in yours and smiled, “Like I said, you don’t have to spend the night.”

“Okay. I’ll come over tonight.”

Around 6:30 PM (how to do timeskips?):

Your parent was waiting at the door with you. “Go away.”

“No.”

“You’re going to embarrass me.”

“I want to meet her!”

“You’re going to make her nervous!”

knock….

You waited three seconds before opening the door to not make it seem desperate. “Hey gorgeous,” a cheesy smile on your face before your eyes widened. “Uh my (whatever legal guardian you got) is here. They just want to meet you.”

You took her hand in yours, they were a little sweaty, and walked her inside. You knew it was just nerves since she was shaking a little.

“This is Carrie, don’t be weird.”

“I can’t believe I raised you. Anyway! Nice to meet youuu Carrieee, any snacks you want are yours. Drinks are in the fridge as always. If you need anything or a ride a home, just yell for me.” Your parent turned to you. “See. I wasn’t weird.” They walked off.

You sighed deeply and walked Carrie to your room. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad they liked me.”

“They’re just happy I have somebody who likes me.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Or maybe I’m moving too fast?”

“No! I do like you. I just don’t know why you like me? I’m not all that pretty.”

“Carrie! You are absolutely beautiful to me.” You looked at her and smiled.

Carrie had tried in the two hours she was given before she came over. She used the fancy hair products she wasn’t allowed to use for once since everything. Carrie made sure to try and smell clean as well and uses scented lotion. Wasn’t this a special occasion?

A night with her partner that’s possibly leading to a sleepover. She didn’t remember trying this hard since The Prom. She didn’t take the date seriously but still went and was horrified to see you. Carrie felt a like a messy pig that was also a sinner all at once.

Tonight she wouldn’t disappoint and tried her best. She couldn’t get rid of want she wanted to. Which is everything. Carrie knew that she could just try. To see you smile at her so adoringly, she felt like she succeeded.

“I think I will spend the night.” Carrie smiled shyly. “I feel very safe here.”

“Wonderful!” You kissed her hand as you guys sat down on bed to watch whatever movies you guys wanted to.

#i ended the ending a little weirdly #BUT I LOVE CARRIE #SHES THE LOML #my lil sweet baby girl #carrie #carrie white #carrie 1976 #carrie stephen king #carrie white x reader #slashers x reader #drabble #?

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Weekend Top Ten #636

Top Ten Actors Who Could Play The Master in Doctor Who

Today (or maybe yesterday; or maybe five days ago – I don’t know when you’re reading this. Maybe you’re from an advanced civilization a million years into the future, and somehow, inexplicably, this stupid blog is all that remains of human culture. Listen, if that’s the case: sometimes we were a lot funnier than this. Anyway…) the new “season” of Doctor Who begins. After the excitement of last winter’s sixtieth anniversary specials (Tennant! Tate! Trans positivity!) and the joy of the Christmas special (Gatwa! Gibson! Greedy little goblins!), we’re back into the series proper with the show’s third-ever first episode. I’m expecting monsters, weirdness, fun, and tears. I’m expecting a lot, frankly, because that’s what Doctor Who usually delivers. Come rain or shine, good shows and bad, Doctor Who is “a lot”.

Anyway, for ages I had a list tentatively planned about Doctor Who. The actual list itself has been in a lot of flux (no pun intended) but it was always going to be Doctor-adjacent. I do like to keep it relevant, y’know? But man alive, there has been a lot of news this week. I could write a list about the new Superman costume, or the fact that they’re making a bunch of new Lord of the Rings movies! And the magnificent X-Men 97 finishes up next week, and I wanna write something to go alongside that, so I can’t really just push something to next week… blimey, what a lot to go on, eh? The perils and stress of writing a stupid weekly listicle that no one reads.

However, I’ve decided to stick to the script and write about Doctor Who. Because – Christmas special notwithstanding – it’s the launch of a brand new era; the first season of the show in what I guess we can call “the Disney era”, when a co-production deal means that we get a ton of Mouse Cash splashed liberally over the TARDIS. As such, there’s an awful lot that’s new. And new Who means – inevitably – new actors stepping into classic roles.

One of the joys, of course, of Doctor Who is that the very concept is ripe for reinvention. The conceit of giving not just the central character but their entire race the ability to regenerate their appearance gives it a sense of life and refreshment denied most ongoing series; you can always have a new Doctor, and – naturally – you can always have a new Master.

The Master has been revived and rebooted many times, and their opposition to the Doctor is one of the cornerstones of Who. I’ve no idea when the Master will return; but it’s inevitable, at some point. Eventually Russell T. Davies, or his successor, will bring the Master back to fight (and flirt?) with the Doctor, and we’ll get another great actor to chew the scenery across all of space and time. The Master is a dark reflection of the Doctor – the classic staple of “just like the main character, but bad,” a character trope seen in everything from Reverse Flash to Face/Off to those slightly racist “Black Smurfs” – and as such the actor who plays them can be seen to be a reflection of, or commentary on, or compliment to, the actor who plays the Doctor.

So – because I have, once again, wanged on far too much – I’m just going to dive right in. I think you know the drill by now. I’ve picked ten actors who I think would be great casting for the Master; as usual, I’m trying to be more-or-less realistic (we’re never getting Tom Cruise, for instance) and applying my own odd little criteria. So let’s jump right in. Alons-y, and all that.

Paterson Joseph: if you want a Master who embodies the aristocratic tendencies of the classic portrayals, Joseph is more than capable of being both officious and supercilious. He’s also, of course, a Who alum; he was in the first series of the reboot back in 2005, and (depending on who you believe) was a candidate to play the Doctor themselves at one point. He can definitely do funny (see Green Wing, et al) but Wonka showed just how theatrically camp he can be when he twirls his moustache manically.

Mena Massoud: Joseph is basically twice the age of Ncuti Gatwa; often the Master is of comparable age to the Doctor. As a young person of colour, Massoud would be a good counterpoint to Gatwa. He’s also proven himself theatrically, as the lead in Disney’s Aladdin; bringing this energy to his performance would further allow for some cool counterpoints between the two.

Nicola Coughlan: of course, the Master has been the Mistress in the past. Time Lords, we know, can swap genders better than the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. Coughlan, also of a roughly comparable age to Gatwa, would offer a fun, funny riposte to his energy. Also, it’d be nice to see a bit of subtle body diversity in these sorts of roles.

Rhianne Barreto: perhaps one of the least-recognisable names in this list, Barreto’s biggest deal so far is one of the leads in The Outlaws. She’s very telegenic, and is great as a brilliant and capable girl with a mischievous and dangerous streak; channelling that into a more malevolent nature as the Master, coupled with her young charm, would be really cool, especially acting against someone like Gatwa.

Gillian Anderson: okay, moving away from the relative youngsters, if we’re going to have a woman in the role, and we want to age it up a touch, then who would be better than Gillian Anderson? Imagine her naughtiness, her wicked way with language; imagine her interactions with Gatwa’s Doctor, coloured as they would be by their history on Sex Education? If this was the direction you’d want to go, there’s no one better.

Michael Sheen: another alternative for an older Master would be Sheen. He’s got a great history as a camp, officious sort; look at Good Omens. He could inject some evil into that portrayal and be a terrific Master. Alternatively, he can just go full-bore malevolent; his vocal performance as House in, er, Doctor Who is proof of that (he’s kissed one Doctor, tried to kill another; man’s got form in all departments). I’d make him keep his natural accent, mind.

Elliot Page: Doctor Who has always been a progressive show, especially so since its 2005 rebirth. Davies as a writer is keen to champion new voices and show as much representation as possible. We’ve had male and female Time Lords, but it would be fantastic to see the first trans man take the role; especially as Page is a brilliant actor. Most of the roles I’ve seen him in showcase his natural charm and likeability; it would be cool for him to turn those characteristics into something wicked. I can imagine him as coldly evil against Gatwa’s effervescent optimism.

Alan Tudyk: with Page, we’re already channelling Hollywood. Indeed, this era of Who has prior in this regard: Neil Patrick Harris as the Toymaker, and upcoming episodes featuring the likes of Jonathan Groff. Tudyk (who, of course, is in Frozen alongside Groff) is probably exactly the right level of prestige for this; and he’s just brill. A versatile and gifted actor (witness the range of his performances in animation), he’s a natural comic who can bring heart and warmth to any role. But he’s also played the Joker, so he can definitely do pantomimic villainy.

Colman Domingo: alright, we’re starting to veer away from the plausible. Domingo might not be an A-list Hollywood name, but he’s an incredibly successful actor who was nominated for an Oscar this year. I’m not sure they’d get him; I’m not sure he’d want it. Be he’s beyond talented enough for this, and he’s definitely got the wit and the vim to brig the Master to life. Plus, to see two queer Black actors, at different points in life and career, facing off against each other would be magnificent.

Jack Black: and now we go full-bore ridiculous. But imagine it: they’ve got Disney money behind them now. Perhaps they do some kind of event where this iteration of the Master is only in, say, a two-part finale. So you splash out, go for broke, and cast a proper superstar. Black already popped up as a guest in one episode of The Mandalorian; maybe he’d be up for this? But for God’s sake, just imagine it. Imagine him chewing the scenery as a proper baddie. He’d be singing and dancing! He’d make funny little scat sounds! He’d be charming and hilarious, then booming and terrifying! It would be a joy, an absolute joy.

There we are. Ten people. I nearly had Asa Butterworth on the list, but I tried to limit myself to only one Sex Education cast member.

#top ten #film #tv #disney #bbc #doctor who #the doctor #the master #actors

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Hi, sorry you have to deal with such mean people. I’m hoping these individuals will stop and actually do something else with their free time than bother you or anyone really.

You’d think that with all of the effort that they put into with typing out such awful things, they could use their time to actually sit down write their fics instead (regardless of the ship).

Anyway, hope that you’re okay.

This is just the sweetest message!

I'm having a really good night. Honestly, I kind of prefer the homophobia accusations to the pedophile accusations because the homophobia is a lot more ridiculous and a lot less triggering for me. It's just such an intensely stupid accusation if you know me at all.

March is going to be a good month! I'm doing some spring cleaning, I've got a couple spells I'm going to work, I'm rereading the Chronicles of Narnia for Lent and trying to raise $1000 for my Syrian friends. An agent is reading my manuscript and I've been really productive.

Teenagers yelling in my inbox that I'm a horrible person because I think their fictional characters wouldn't kiss? That's just a blip in my life.

Besides, my best friend had the most glorious takedown earlier today. The anons I got from it were MAD.

So suffice it all, I'm doing great and I really appreciate that you care enough to send this message. I hope your week is just as magical.

#phoenix personal #and lots of fics on the horizon!

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Thanks Angie for your reply, I appreciate it! I’m the pill anon (lol). To your questions what I would say is: yes, you have to be very stupid to have unprotected sex with a random American girlie. Or very intoxicated, or very troubled. Which he might have been all of those things, and that’s fine, he was entitled to make mistakes and be stupid even if he was in the biggest boyband in the world, that doesn’t make him immune to mistakes. If I remember those times in 2015, it’s not that farfetched to assume he might have been in a state of mind to do a stupid thing like this. Or maybe the condom broke and she lied about taking the day-after pill? Who knows, but we know now she’s a trump supporter hungry for fame, so…

When I said he might be trying to make the best out of the situation without us knowing, I meant in reference to all the bullshit we had to endure 2016/2017 like the pap walks or all the bs from Brianna and family (the staged picnic still haunts me). For what we know of Louis, we could assume he might have tried to stop it, create boundaries etc, but we don’t know the context in which those conversations where had and how much he had on his plate. The first years might have been VERY tough on him because 1) Brianna’s family is a mess and has very different beliefs from his, which must have not created the best environment and 2) what was going on with Jay (and then Fizzy) forced him to be in the UK most of his time, and coparenting with a person you dont like who lives across the world must not have been easy. In this specific context, I do think he must have tried to make the best of it, because for what we know of him I still believe this is more likely than for him to be faking it.

I would also argue that being a dad publicly did nothing to his career if not damage. I did understand the potential need (and commercial value) for a stunt like this closet-wise in 2015, but only if it would have stopped at rumours or if a denial of paternity came right after the birth. At this point, more than 7 years in, there’s clearly no commercial value to perpetuate it if it was a farce. It’d be actually a considerable cost for anyone who’s “sponsoring” this. Who’s paying the ‘actors’ involved? Louis? Why, to keep his closet safe? He has beards for that. Sony? Why would they still pay for this, to damage Louis? There are infinite ways they had to do so much more cost-effective (see: radio ban). Like, who would pay for something like this? I just can’t imagine anyone being willing to fake something like this. If you want to share your thoughts on this I am more than open to know what you think might be the dynamic.

And yes, I strongly agree with your last comment. I just believe he’s a good person, you know? It’s painful to see such a huge portion of his fanbase being so categorically “either it’s a stunt and he’s an asshole for dragging it for so long, or he is a dad and he’s asshole because he’s been a shit dad” which I mean, how do people even feel entitled to make assumptions on what kind of dad he might be? On how is life was these past years? Yes everyone can have opinions on what we are presented but maybe it’s not all black and white? Maybe we don’t *know* everything like we think we do? I just wish there was more chill and compassion in assessing the situation.

Anyways, thank you for the civil conversation, I know it’s a shitty controversial topic and my thoughts are definitely the minority around here, so thanks for listening and replying to me ✨

So many questions there… I kept answering in my head with the same answer and nobody would like it. I think the troubled guy character could have been possible if it wasn’t fake and manufactured. The party boy, like they call him, was purposely built out of nowhere and I know this because all the boys were manufactured and they’re entire images were painted on them with very talented brushes. They were (and are today) the products of a detailed marketing project imo. That’s why I can’t believe in “mistakes”. If it was a mistake, the so called oopsie baby, why haven’t they ever tried to put the rumours at rest? Usually a mistake is something you don’t want people to find out? A mistake is by definition something that went wrong and you are supposed to fix it. At worst, you pretend it has never happened lol but they pushed it and pushed it and pushed it. This baby was H I S baby even before he was ever conceived lol

I wont comment on the neglected child. I’m definitely not a supporter of that narrative fans tell themselves like it’s either fake or he’s a shitty father because it’s silly and makes really no sense for me. At the end of the day, we won’t ever know the truth so I don’t see what’s the point in fighting against each other. We should collectively agree this is SNAFU and call it a day hahah

#casella di posta numero 32

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OneRepublic - Counting Stars

We are doing this already many people dream about doing it keeping track of them all and making sure they work right and they're imagining themselves doing it there are a bunch that can't they feel that they're not qualified and that they don't want to do it. We definitely do not want them involved their plan is suicide and they're disgustingly stupid and now we're going ahead and we are going to erase that bunch they're really spent and they're right here around our sun and they're in and out of all sorts of different realities and we can't afford that. But basically we are doing this job now and it is But basically we are doing this job now and it is a job these people cannot achieve and we must not let them win.

Olympus

We are advancing every day but slowly and carefully we do have a sequence plan and so do they and it fits. We have a parallel and it's wonderful and he developed it. She did too and we did it with them but boy what magnificent wonder and we must gain power while we can or we will slide back into the oblivious state we've been in for thousands of years. It is a warning that they are issuing that we have to get up and over them and that we're not. So we are going to initialize a lot of their programs and hire our people like madness now. Anyways because we're opening so many factories and we plan to open 1500 today so we're putting it up that we need employees for those factories it's all remote viewing for the most part unless you're here. On Earth. You to You to sign on immediately. These factories range from consumer goods consumables all the way to automobiles and trucks and tractors and heavy equipment and large pieces of heavy equipment all of it is very crucial and we are opening military production facilities too and that is very crucial if you have any experience in the military or factories working on any type of large machine please sign on now any type of machine we also welcome other people who would be Siamese for they would sign on for any type of position we have office clerks transfer stuff in trucks and small trucks messengers you name it there's an openings and any openings in what the kind of military position you can think of from forced security to commandos to defend the facility and we are assigning them up now we have a huge number of factories this is it this is the big push and I'm putting it up there.

Thor Freya

We have your ideas and we start to review it and we said he needs a cheap starter car for this project there's several chassis to choose from an engine configurations and it would be complicated and more dangerous to do all of them. However we did find that there's a winner in number of vehicles that are operational and is giggling and he says oh what could it be and she is too and they're a little shy about it but they really need people to know and so we're seeing it not them. Had a lot to do with this idea in Ge.... Had a lot to do with this idea in Germany of making a ton of cars and it's worked all over the world for many purposes. These are the volkswagen and he has an idea to change it into a portion I11 and father and mother think we should do that first and see how it goes and they think it'll be okay in decent never really takes off with the plantons and this car would be something he would help work on and he says it really does not but you can take the whole body off and it would take off. And he likes that idea so we would be kind of competing over those volkswagens but we haven't started and he and he says maybe we're holding each other often so I'm gonna look at that.

Frank Castle Hot Castle

It's not really time yet but you say it's time so gonna try and do it and you can compete it really is time and he says why and now we have to get going on it.

Black God and Black Goddess and both sides Hera’s yes as well as his

We shall encourage this we like the Porsche idea both of them the plantones and the full body and a lot of people will bust the bank and try and do the whole kit and I'm sure it's a bit faster and neater and he says yes because the interior is lighter and the poundage is he says 300 pounds which makes a difference and the body will fit better and it is more snug and lower and increases the speed by probably 20 mph on top of the 20 mph from the weight so we do look forward to that but the original one increases it by two at least or more and it's amazing that's just the plantones we want to see that Porsche is our thing and we want to see the scenic car cena that is an amazing vehicle and yeah he looks up over the field of buildings in LA and says we're all the same size and I grew up with high hopes and I have to keep that other people have these and he's making fun of his nephew or grandnephew his my grandnephew too because he's trying to figure out what he's doing if anything and he notices that there's a bigger one and is trying to figure out who but really it doesn't look like he remembers it in the video he's saying to clad the ships with someone to saying it Right through him and they're saying ohh they're saying to have the clan try and raise him 'cause he used to get stuff out of him easier.

mac daddy or to be them lol

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Autumn’s sleeping until 7AM...because I had the manually wake her up to be ready for school. Not even enough time to get some breakfast because we had to shower! At least the locker has free apples, which is very good because I really don’t feel like the snacks. Cream-filled treat is a sometimes food. Don’t necessarily feeling like studying for exams so let’s just chat with our locker mate. Mana Takeuchi. Cheerleader and Geek, what a combo. Autumn’s now feeling sad because she’s suspicious of the teacher from that pop up prank awhile back. Huh. Today’s art class! That raises painting, photography, and acting. A rather productive class! Pop-up is if Autumn wanted to nap in class. Since her relationship with the teach is lowered, I’m feeling spicy. I’m feeling nap time! ...we didn’t get a good nap in and lost performance. Alas. And now it’s stormy. Everyone’s going to feel panicked. Except Autumn, who’s sad.

Made some small talk at lunch, got an additional sad moodlet from seeing a friend who’s uncomfortable, and made it through computer class. (It levels programming, natch) Autumn wants to chat with Manami, so I’ll send a sad text and see if it does anything...it does not. Let us meet up somewhere then! Park’ll I guess do. Anyway, time to make Autumn’s day worse! Let’s actually argue about Manami about her evil ways. Though she won the argument, at least! Anyway, doing what I usually do when glum, nothing much at all! I’ll let Autumn do whatever and it seems to be trying to cheer herself up. If that’s the case, might as well jog to try to clear her mind. Annd it’s thunderstorming. WELP. TO HOME!

Freddie made some dinner for the both. ...and she’s tense because she has the distant phase. Oh boy! I had them argue about who’s better...and now Freddie’s hurt again. Man! I get the feeling that Autumn feels that she has to do everything around here and help out with his parties while he does nothing. Now he has a festering grudge as he goes to bed. ...adding insult to Autumn’s injury is that she’s getting pestered in the DM’s. Don’t normally bother with that stuff but this time, it’s time to get mean and nasty in the public timeline!

Neighborhood Watch!

Sophie McHenry left her job as an Office Assistant in the Business career.

...I’m going to remove Autumn as one of Freddie’s contacts on Social Bunny. It’s too good at passively gaining relationships so yeah. I want there to be a chance of this relationship, that dropped down into friendship, actually getting worse! Freddie’s whims are to listen to tunes and have a drink at the club. Hmm. Well, tunes I can easily do but clubs wouldn’t be open until...oh, the evening, yeah? Let’s punch a punching bag. Good for getting the anger out! Next is to chat with someone, tied to aspirations. Hmm. Well, we need to throw more parties! And attend social events at 5 unique locations. AKA, when people call you, you answer! Let’s set up another keg party though. Oh wait! Tomorrow is Spooky Day! Let’s set up a Spooky Party! Ah wait, can’t be goaled on that day. And Autumn still has Sidney set up as a prom date so I’m unwilling to just schedule something on Saturday so Sunday it is! Mm. But I want to have Autumn co-host and add some of her teen friends so we’ll wait until she’s back from school.

Oh hey! Anton...dropped in? Weird. Okay! He was one of the ones I wanted Freddie to get to know for the party so that’s good! And Freddie automatically offered a massage. Listen, if we’re doing that, we’re going to get paid for it! Don’t have anything in mind to do so I’m just going to have Freddie meditate.

...Anton is burning like a crisp doing homework outside. Anton, this seems like a BAD idea. I resetobjectdebug so he might move out of the sun but we’ll see.

IDIOT.

Had Autumn try to plead for Anton but alas. Fell upon death’s ears. I engraved his epitaph with words to his stupidity but alas, the game didn’t want to put it on. Perhaps it needs to be his original household. Anyway, Ash dropped by so I’ll just have Freddie introduce himself to Ash, as per the whole planning-for-the-party thing, and then have Autumn drop by the Leone household. Give the ashes to his parents. Hey! You can post about witnessing a death on Social Bunny. GOOD. Got some friendly emoji’s and some angry ones. Fair enough. Jesus H Christ, the mourning debuff is for 11 days. 3! I grant you three days of mourning for a good friend!

Anyway, Freddie now has his time to go out and go clubbing! He’s unaffected by this death! He was upstairs meditating. I’ve been to Del Sol Valley too many times, let’s head to Discotheque Pan Europa! Now Mei Prescott is a mixologist. Man, school does mean you gotta put in side-jobs! Yeesh, Freddie is not having a time of this. Decor is boring and he got pranked by the toilet. Let’s see if the dance floor perks him up.

...not quite dancing but the Snobbily Surrounded buff! It’s...oh it’s the DJ. Hmm. Might as well at least say hi. And then let him get back to work. Oh, we didn’t find out he’s a snob but did find out he’s good. Nice! Just adding Felipe to Social Bunny and sending a message. He’s still on the job after all ...and somehow we’re becoming good friends with the famous celebrities Candy Behr and Charity Hand?! -shrug- Haven’t even properly introduced myself but okay? Anyway, this is now Freddie’s favorite club! Mostly the dj.

Demetrius Pyor is here! Let’s see if we can’t order him a drink! Er, well, dj stopped, as they do at 4AM so we shouldn’t linger for too much longer but...well, drink first. ...and he’s gawking at celebrities. Welp. It’s a lost cause. She says, as he finally accepts Freddie’s offer for a drink. Jesus, it’s 7AM and we are still here. Need a bite to eat, need to go to the restroom and then we go home ...we’re heading off to school with Autumn! I hope her needs are decent. Needs to freshen up at the locker it seems.

Anyway, it’s also All Haunts Day. Autumn likes the Spooky spirit (and she does have a ghost she would probably like to talk to), trick-or-treating and wearing costumes. Not so much mischief spirit, as she’s hot-headed. Anyway, I’m not giving her much control, just letting her be sad. Honestly seems fair. Friday is Exam day! Huh, Brendan decided to chat as Autumn was at the computer trying to have some fun. Turns out! He’s mean! Klepto and mean. School bully! Exam 2 done. Rough exam day for Autumn. GEE I WONDER WHY? Anyway, let’s head home and take a shower. Been needing it all day.

Freddie is exhaus- OH NO YOU DON’T! I am not having you in the pool while you are utterly exhausted, that’s death by drowning! TO BED! Anyway, villian costume didn’t really appeal to me so let’s figure out another one for Autumn. ...all of the Spooky Stuff costumes of Fairy, Witch, Pirate, Zombie all appeal to me. With her mood, let’s go zombie! Also Demetrius dropped by asking to be Freddie’s best friend. I would normally say sure but he’s asleep at this time! So nah. Hmm. One of Autumn’s whims is to rile up someone. Sure. Why not Demetrius? Alright, it’s now 9PM and that means ghosts and vampires will be wandering around the neighborhood. I’ll see if Anton shows up. Annnd he doesn’t. To bed!

Neighborhood Watch!

Forgotten Hollow: The Assaoui household moved out.

Yahir Crum in the Crum household has died. Yahir tried to make cereal but it burst into flames.

Glimmerbrook: The Yamashita household has moved in.

Alvin Tubbs in the Tubbs household has died. Shockingly, Alvin botched a repair and was electrocuted.

Copperdale: The Bermudez household has moved in.

Annnd I forgot to write down the Copperdale residents in my personal file listings. Better late than never!

#sims 4 #blogging #bougie duo #freddie hatton #autumn ziggler #anton leone

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