#household: ruben

[katatty]

Martin does a little freelance progamming during his time off. This is a really cool little object, I never noticed how much detail was in it!

#Pleasantview Plus #Hood: Strangetown #Household: Ruben #PP: Martin Ruben #tech wise this game is set in multiple time periods at once lmao

[didilysims]

Pine Lake Farewell: Ruben

Silas became a highly successful business-sim, yet was always bitter that he had never made it into Science. He built a lab in his basement, but never had as much time to pursue it as a hobby as he would have liked, due to his other commitments with career, family business, and army of children.

Sarah was also in business, but quit to focus on raising her children. With her staying home full-time, Silas saw no need for a Servo anymore, and had Tik-Tok dismantled.

Nathaniel the animal lover spent most of his free time over at Auntie Sophronia’s and eventually took a job as her assistant until taking over the shelter as an adult. He and Erika Swain had mutual crushes but never acted on them, and he wound up dating Francesca Jane Worthington-Rai instead.

Sebastian grew up quietly in the shadow of his much friendlier brother, and was quite happy for Nate to get all the attention. Somehow he caught the eye of the far more outgoing Elise Frost, and the unlikely pair are going strong. Silas wishes his son would find somesim more prestigious like his brother did, but isn’t excessively vocal about the situation.

Roderick grew up to be very business-minded and plans to study economics. Although the family business is promised to his sister, he doesn’t mind, and is excited at the prospect of starting something new to build from the ground up.

Josephine is the tinkerer and most interested in machines, much like her grandmother, Jane. She also inherited her great-uncle’s athleticism, though and an interest in history learns her toward exercising in martial arts and ancient weaponry. She found the scrap-pile of the family’s erstwhile Servo and has been trying to figure out how to put him back together.

Uncle Josh died peacefully at the seniors home, mercifully before seeing Tik-Tok disassembled. He was mourned by friends and family, but especially his girlfriend Eowyn.

Martin lived slightly longer than his older brother, making sure to visit his grandchildren regularly, and be sure that they were all taking their vitamins and a healthy dose of comfort soup during flu season.

Cordelia moved into a suite of her own and turned to serial dating to—in her words—make up for lost time and experiences. She suffered a major demotion at work, followed shortly by a breakdown and general feeling of unfulfillment. She took a vacation to Takemizu Village and met a mysterious old man who advised her to discover herself first. Coming home, she swore off dating for one season and saw a therapist. That season led her to find out more about who she was on her own, which led to another season of singleness and self-awareness...although she did adopt a puppy to keep her company. She moved to the city and found a new position at a bigger publishing house, eventually working her way up to senior editor. She occasionally called up her siblings to say hello but never visited Pine Lake again.

Sophronia happily remained at the animal shelter all her life. Even when her nephew took over running the place, she worked part-time to make sure every furry, feathered, and finned friend got plenty of love and attention. Dating somesim new remained her number one source of off-hour fun, and even in her old age she managed to find plenty of first-datees. She occasionally visited her daughter, when remembering her existence, and always laughed when William tried to lecture her.

#bacc #pine lake #pine lake farewell #household: ruben #household: ruben 2 #household: animal shelter #household: seniors home #silas ruben #sarah ruben #nathaniel ruben #sebastian ruben #josephine ruben #roderick ruben #martin ruben #joshua ruben #cordelia ruben #sophronia ruben #my goodness there are so many of them #i had high hopes for josephine so i'm disappointed i'm never going to see her grow up

[tamtam-go92]

Martin: Joshua? Wow, that's a surprise. - Downtown? I don't know... I've got a ton of homework to do. - I don't know if they want to come... You know Allegra thinks not so good about frats. - Okay, I'll try!

#the sims 2 #the uberhood #ub: sim state university #ub: bright household #ub: martin ruben #ub: round 1

[ludsims]

A typical day in Gordon King's life, from repairing a car to pick pocketing strangers at the park.. and poor Martin Ruben was one of his victims.

#sims 2 #hood: pleasantview #household: king #round 3 #gordon king #martin ruben

[embrosegraves]

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader The season starts and it's a relatively calm affair, until it's not. Some things can be predicted while others show up like an unwanted Force Ghost from Star Wars.

Warnings: As per, explicit language and grammatical errors. I'm limited by the emojis i can use on my computer so if you see a Oceania World emoji, it's because theres no aussie flag :'(

i'm gaslighting everyone into thinking that the tweets have no dates or timestamps. they don't exist i don't know what you're talking about.

also, for the sake of the plot, anybody can see your ig story even on priv accounts :D

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Bahrain GP

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oscarpiastri First race with redbullracing and a P7 in Bahrain. Pretty proud if I do say so myself tagged: redbullracing, yn.horner, danielricciardo

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redbullracing Absolutely MEGA drive Oscar 🔥😎 -> liked by author

fan1 Starting the year off strong 💪💪

fan2 Oscar looks so much happier already 🥹

Saudi GP

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redbullracing The faces of two BOYS who thought it was a good idea to wake Admin up at an UNGODLY hour

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fan5 FELT OMGGG

oscarpiastri It was well past noon don't even -> redbullracing "it wAs WeLl pAsT nOoN" stfu 😒

maxverstappen1 but I got a coffee peace offering -> redbullracing uhuh, a 'coffee' offering. -> redbullracing IT WAS DECAF -> max33verstappen the though counts???

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oscarpiastri Ruben let me use (steal) oscar's phone so i can expose the memes oscar sends to the RB groupchat. yw - redbullracing admin

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yn.horner #op81 stans, this is who your pookie is??? -> oscarpiastri when I catch you -> yn.horner "when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you"

redbullracing ayo rubenholtt is a real one frfr -> rubenholtt you promised me double coated timtams what was I supposed to do? -> oscarpiastri maybe not let them use my phone and just buy them urself?? -> rubenholtt yeah nah

maxverstappen1 why are they just me and charles? -> charles_leclerc I would like to know as well ☝️ -> oscarpiastri uuhhhhh -> oscarpiastri 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

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oscarpiastri I couldn't let logansargeant be the only '23 Rookie hosting a podcast this year (Admin held me hostage to include that last pic 🙃) ((also, first ep coming soon!)) tagged: danielricciardo, aussiegrit and redbullracing

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logansargeant welcome to the club bro 😎 -> oscarpiastri you 🤜🤛 me

redbullracing only the coolest kids host podcasts 🔥😎 -> redbullracing also you weren't held hostage, you were ✨persuaded✨ -> oscarpiastri whatever helps you sleep at night

maxverstappen1 I thought I was the rb driver with a podcast?? -> oscarpiastri okay?? Logan and Alex both have a podcast? -> maxverstappen1 they're on the same podcast????? -> oscarpiastri your point?????????????????? -> maxverstappen1 ???????????????????????????????????????? -> yn.horner girls girls, you're both pretty -> oscarpiastri omg you think we're pretty? 🤭🥰 -> maxverstappen1 omg both of us 🥰🥰🥰 -> yn.horner oh ffs

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yn.horner We don't tolerate cheating in this household tagged: oscarpiastri, danielricciardo, maxverstappen1, gplambiase

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christianhorner behave -> yn.horner wdym? I'm a saint compared to some people

oscarpiastri I won uno fair and square -> maxverstappen1 still can't believe you stacked two +4s -> oscarpiastri 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

fan45 Red Bull Admin is the cuntiest admin of them all -> yn.horner I try my very bestest for you guys 🥹🥰

very upset at how long this took for me. incredibly frustrating to have everything planned out and then have nothing get done because of writers block but here it is regardless

I sincerely hope that you guys are enjoying the series and that you can forgive how tardy this update is.

(I'm not gonna be home for a bit so I will repost with the taglist when I get back <3)

Love you all so much 🫶🫶

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #formula one #formula 1 #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #redbull!oscar piastri #red bull racing #red bull f1 #red bull team #oscar piastri angst #oscar piastri fluff #op81 #op81 x reader #op81 x you #op81 imagine #op81 fanfic #oscar piastri #op81 angst #op81 fluff #Aussies Belong In Navy

[devilishchaos]

BABYYY drop the daddy Ruben fic, don't be shy <3

Calls | Dad!Rúben Dias imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben goes on a business trip. Me and our son George are sad he is away, so we face time him.

Warnings: use of pet names "babe", "baby"

Word Count: 1 347 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

While begging my husband to go on this 3 day business trip, I thought to myself "What can happen in the span of 3 days, right?"  Well, a lot. 

I'm currently 27 weeks pregnant with twins and have a year and a half year old baby-toddler that needs my attention 24/7. Not that I am complaining but the pregnancy alone is being hard on me and my beautiful son throwing constant tantrums about missing his dad doesn't help my situation. Now, I was usually the preferred parent, but George had the tendency to not want to eat and nap while Rúben was away.

Today was going to be a long and hard day for me, I just knew it. I woke up from my nap at 7:00 am, got ready and headed to wake George up because I had an appointment with my OBGYN in an hour and had no one to look after him while I was gone, so I had to take him with me. 

It was a battle but I somehow managed to get him ready for the day, made it to my appointment safely and on time and both of us were back in the coziness of our household before we knew it. 

The moment we stepped through the door - the nausea hit me. And my head started spinning. I somehow made it to the bedroom and laid down on the bed and tried to take deep breaths in hopes for it to go away faster. I closed your eyes for a second and out of nowhere a loud cry pierced the silence. 

With eyes wide open, all my senses on alert, I sat up in the bed and looked at the door to see George standing there, tears falling from his eyes and his tiny hands holding his favorite stuffed animal close to his chest. 

"What happened baby? Are you okay?" I asked, holding out my hands in his direction. 

"Dada.." he managed to say in between wheezing. 

I gave him a sad knowing look. Ever since he was born he was a mama's boy but ever since I got pregnant again he looked up to Rúben more and more, and wanted to do everything that he was doing whether it was directed towards me or other people. And Rúben was the happiest person on earth, soaking in every moment because he knew that it could be taken away from him just as fast as it came. 

"You miss daddy, huh bud?" I softly asked as I helped him get up on the bed to join me. 

He nodded, the movement making his tiny curls shake a little. 

"How about we call him? Would that make you feel better?" 

"Yeah.." George mumbled, while wiping his eyes.

I was already reaching for my phone before I got an answer from him. Since Rúben is in New York and we are in Manchester there is a 5 hour time difference, but it was now way after noon in Manchester and knowing Rúben, he had been awake for some time, so that's why I suggested calling him. Okay and maybe because I miss him too and want to talk to him, but that's another topic. 

I dialed his contact and gave George the phone. After two rings I saw Rúben's gorgeous face and he saw a head full of curls and two big dark eyes watching closely the screen, since George held the phone so close to him. 

"Hey, gorg-" your husband started "-oh, hello big man. What are you doing with mama's phone?" you saw him smiling widly. 

"Dada, miss you." George said and started crying again. 

"Oh, no. Don't cry buddy. I miss you so much too." 

"Home." 

"I'm coming home tomorrow, baby and I'm not going anywhere after that, okay?" Rúben asked as a sad smile made its way on his face. 

"Home now?" George asked as he tilted his head slightly the exact same way Rúben does and it made your heart throb. 

"I wish buddy, but I have one more thing to do and then I promise I'm gonna catch the first flight back home and I'm coming straight to you. But I need you to do something for me, okay. You have to eat lunch and dinner, and you have to go to sleep when mommy says. Can you do that for me? That way I'm going to come home faster. Do we have a deal, G?" Rúben asked, slightly raising his eyebrows. 

"A deal.." his son responded while rubbing his eye "Now play." 

"Okay, you can go and play now. Loves you." your husband said as he leaned into the camera and kissed it, your guys's little tradition that now George did too. 

"Loves you." George said cutely and kissed your front camera. He gave you the phone and ran out of your bedroom and into his playroom. 

I took the phone and positioned it against my big water bottle in front of me as I greeted my hansome husband "Hi, meu amor." 

"Hey, mama. How are you holding up? Big man giving you a hard time?" Rúben asked you giving you sad eyes. 

"He just misses you." I exhaled "Nothing changed after the call yesterday, we're going to see what happens today. I miss you too, tho. We miss you too." I simply explained rubbing my round belly.  

"I'm sorry babe. I miss all of you. Can't wait to be back home. I'm never leaving again." he shook his head as to make it more believable.

"Rúben, we talked about this. What you're doing right now is for your career and for us. So that you can take more time off while the twins come, just as you did when we welcomed George. Don't feel guilty, you're not doing anything wrong, babe. We'll get through this. We have to. In fact it's almost over." I smiled at him trying to lighten the mood. 

"This is why I made you my wife. Eu te amo muito." Rúben said looking lovingly at the screen in front of him. 

"I love you more." 

"Period." he said while snapping his fingers, which made both of you to start giggling.

"Stop. I'm gonna pee my pants!" I said in between laughing. 

"Okay, okay. So how did the appointment go? Everything alright?" Rúben's face went completely serious in a spare of seconds. 

"Yes. Babies are doing just fine." I said and took a breathing break "I however, am struggling. Babe, I'm 27 weeks into this pregnancy and do you know what my doctor told me? That I'm measuring full term compared to a singleton pregnancy. That's very overwhelming considering that I hopefully have 8 or 9, 10 weeks left in the absolute ideal case scenario. And technically I am still 6 months pregnant. At the very end of my 6th month. Can you believe this?" I looked at him with a questioning face. 

Rúben's eyes went wide "Wow." 

"Wow indeed. I mean..that's what I get for having children with a freaking giant, I guess." 

"Hey. You looooove this giant. And the babies that you both made." Rúben winked at me, eyes going soft and a smile appearing on his lips "Everything will be okay. Just try not to overwork yourself. And no, I'm not saying don't do nothing and just lay in bed all day. But you are very pregnant and are taking care of a fussy baby-toddler. Please, just take it easy while I'm away. When I come back it will be different." 

"I'm gonna try my best. Now I have to go to make a snack because I'm starving and you have work to do. So talk to you later. You also take it easy, okay." I lovingly smiled at him, damn I can't wait for it to be tomorrow already. 

"Alright, talk to you later. Loves you." 

"Loves you." both of us said at the same time, smiling at each other, leaning in and kissing the front cameras on our phones, sharing a virtual kiss and ending the call.

#ruben dias #ruben gato dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #football imagine #football imagines

[zx-ta]

From Sim State University to Britechester/Foxburry, I haven't shared where they live yet. I'll try to make a post tomorrow.

The Freshman household with Ty Bubbler, Sam Thomas and Jared Starchild.

The Bright household with Jane Stacks, Allegra Gorey and Martin Ruben

To @aliengirl and @applesaucesims: Like I said I tried the pick me girl look with Sam? I didn't go with the hoodie because the other guys would know her true identity. Instead I went with the "girl next door bun I spent 30 seconds to do because I don't have time for hair stuff unlike the other girls". She knows how cute she looks like that. I still really like her.

PS: Her shoes are signed by all her bros.

About Allegra: Back in the days, I thought she looked so badass. At first I went with a more goth look for her and realized that I have already too many goth folks and that a simpler style would fit her too.

About Martin, I can't wait to create his twin brother/fraternity alter ego, because yes, I'll tackle some fraternities/sororities as soons as I can.

#ts2 to ts4 #ts4 #sims 4 #zx premades #maxis match #zx britechester #britechester #ty bubbler #jane stacks #martin ruben #sam thomas #jared starchild #zx preades index #allegra gorey

[come-hell-or-high-water]

The list of what needed to be done on the farm was always long and unattainable, especially when Ruben was away all day looking for work. Norma was not an issue - she always behaved in an exemplary manner. The boys, however, kept Esther busy all day with their shenanigans.

Most of the time she felt overwhelmed and fell asleep exhausted on a couch as soon as she sat down. She often found herself getting tired over the easiest tasks, probably because she never got any proper rest.

On such occasions, it was therefore fortunate that Frances was available. She didn't mind taking care of the children. On the contrary, she felt that she had a great responsibility for the upbringing of the children since she couldn't contribute to the household in any other way.

#esther calloway #frances fernsby #billy scholl #bertie scholl #1930s #fernsby legacy #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge

[oh-saints]

airport

rúben planned the trip to end up with sliding the 4-carat diamond ring he hid in his back pocket onto his girlfriend’s finger. spoiler: they broke up instead. and now the footballer was stuck in the airport until the bad weather cleared off. lovely, isn’t it?

rúben dias x female!OC

word count: 5.6k

note: happy new year to everyone but especially my boyfriend who’d once asked if i could make something out of our first meeting (i did meet him on a plane) so here it is! [thanks for breaking my writer’s block & enjoy ruben as he’s the only one you’d let me cheat on you with.] as usual, i happen to always write around dawn so ofc this is not beta-read but feedbacks are always welcome!

sorry bro, the ENTIRE city’s closed until the sandstorm goes away.

rúben groaned as the notification bar showed his manager’s newest message. things went spiralling down the drain so fast in the last 24 hours, his head couldn’t wrap up which one’s reality and which one’s not. he just wanted to go back home as soon as possible and throw himself to work—the only reality he knows very much real and sane—the very next day.

but they got to have a fucking massive sandstorm on the day he was returning to manchester.

rúben’s mood went from very bad to super sour in a split second.

he wouldn’t be like this, though, if his girlfriend of 2 years said yes to him last night, when he popped the million-dollar question every woman would love to hear from him, on the very place they met the first time. it didn’t make sense to him at all as to why she flat-out said no to him and scurried off like she’d caught fire on her ass when 2 days before flying out to their beautiful destination, they’d been seriously—and positively at that—talking about the possibility of marriage.

was it too fast? nothing was too fast, at least for rúben’s standard. if she was keen on spending the rest of her life with her, as she proclaimed to be, they could discuss more possibilities of what happens in their household as they go. no?

rúben had, in fact, contacted her to come back to the spacious villa he’d rented over the weekend so they could sit down and run over this like a pair of adults. after all, it always takes 2 to tango in a relationship—whatever relationship it is. rúben was willing to apologise first for acting rash, if it was the case, and made amends to what he did but instead, he found out she blocked him on every communication channel they used 15 minutes after he sent his first train of messages post-refusal.

maybe she wasn’t ready to talk it out like a mature adult solving problems. maybe she wasn’t the adult he was expecting her to be. maybe she wasn’t an adult at all.

his head was heavy and throbbing, his heart was pounding irregularly, his breathing was shallow. he wanted to scream out whatever he was feeling inside, in hope it could lessen the inexplicable emotion and the bitter taste left in his mouth.

the sound of a crying baby from afar nearly split his skull to pieces like he was being thrown a nuclear bomb.

he should’ve listened to what his brother said this morning; to not delay his departure after such a disastrous ending to yesterday’s evening. he should’ve taken the offer of flying private his brother could easily pull off with a call, if only the idea of being confined inside the small plane alone appealed to him.

he had the luxury, why bother flying couch?

it was the very question rúben had been dying to ask himself. was the loud noise of the crowd the one he looked for to drown in all the voices in his head, the very one kept asking and blaming himself of the outcome his relationship didn’t work well? was the uncomfortable plane seat the one he was searching for to ease off the niggling ache of his heart?

wait, since when was rúben gato dias a sappy boyfriend?

he knew he wasn’t heart-broken—it would’ve hurt him even more than what he was feeling—so he knew he’d survive this. give him time to work tirelessly and it would be the same as when a smoker puffed his nicotine intake out of his lungs. quick and easy to forget. but until this damn sandstorm walked away from the surface of the earth, would there be anything to distract him? anything to make his day at least better by a miniscule?

“sorry, is this seat taken?”

rúben looked up at the feminine voice, the difference to other hushed voices in the hustle-bustles of the airport was striking. a good surprise, as he could direct focus on his brain to be towards this lady instead of pondering endless what-ifs in his head, but a surprise nonetheless.

rúben wondered how she could ask such inquiry without a hint of questioning tone; she was all smiles, borderline confident the seat across him was vacant, but it didn’t come off as annoying. she was friendly, for the lack of words, and rúben sensed she’d only want to have a seat, as the café they were in was packed with people affected by the sandstorm.

so rúben shook his head to answer her question before unlocking his phone to let his family know he wouldn’t be coming back as scheduled. but as he was placing his fingers over the keyboard on his phone, he sensed someone was watching him, it wasn’t intently but it was enough for rúben to not ignore it.

the woman was still standing in her place, her hand remained on the skeleton of the chair. the smile faltered a little, however. “do you mind, though, if i sit here?”

rúben casted a glance up to meet her eyes once more, half confused as to why she didn’t sit on the chair in front of him right away—unlike what he expected her to be—another half was confused about her question in general. rúben couldn’t recall his memory of a time someone bothered to ask such thing to him, or any other person, regarding an unoccupied chair.

and weirdly enough, the woman had asked the question with an underlying concern behind her tone. as if it truly mattered to her about what he thought; that if he wasn’t comfortable enough sharing the space with her, she’d gladly move somewhere else rather than having her presence rubbed him off the wrong way.

was him sulking that palpable to everyone else in the room?

“no, please,” rúben managed to give her a tiny, pressed smile—the best he could muster with the energy he had left—and gestured his hand to show he didn’t mind her, in hope she’d feel more comfortable around him. after all, they might be spending the next several hours face to face. “go ahead.”

the smile went up a couple of watts again, and her relief unknowingly relieved something inside rúben too. “thanks.”

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rúben thought he would be spending his spare time bored as hell but boy, did the mother earth prove him wrong.

they didn’t share any words after their last interaction; rúben busied himself with his phone, the woman straight away pulled out her laptop and a notebook. the silent went on for at least 30 minutes before he noticed the woman going mildly berserk with whatever she was writing on the white paper from the corner of his eyes. hands furious, brows knitted together, eyes blazing crazy let-me-prove-you-wrong determination, lips bitten down white.

suddenly she went deflated like a swimming tube losing pressure, sighing so hard it blew the poor paper over. eyes closed in resignation, lips pouted deeply, valour escaped her entire being. she then stared at the numbers she scribbled down for a full minute, like it’d mean something to the eyes now devoid of everything, before starting to start afresh on another page of white.

scratched couple of number, jotted something else. a dozen times with a dozen of different facial expressions before she finally surrendered to whatever it was. secretly, rúben enjoyed the mini show the woman opposite him had been presenting. it reminded him of a pantomime show at a circus—entertainment of various expressions without words—but in a good way. but at that point, he was more concerned she was going to join another baby who was wailing from another side of the café.

so he decided to buy her one of the cake on display, in hope it could cheer her up, as well as apologising for the hostility he displayed the first time the fate introduced them to each other. maybe as a gratitude on the side too, rúben realised as he went on, that she was simply existing. in the rúben’s world, where everyone and everything almost felt intrusive and overwhelming at the same time all the time as they disregarded his privacy, people rarely ever did something without a hidden agenda.

maybe it was a huge leap of faith on itself but what did he get to lose now when it felt like it had been that way since last evening?

the moment rúben slid the small white plate towards her direction, those expressive eyes flashed him unspoken confusion. he couldn’t help but wonder what else and how far those orbs could convey words without words.

“you look like you need it,” rúben regained his place in front of her once more. “i hope you’re not allergic to chocolate.”

the gratitude gleamed from the same eyes—and she made sure he looked at it—threw him off guard, to be honest. he was expecting her to say something along the lines he said to her, not puss-in-boots eyes. “thank you soooooo much! you don’t know how much this means to me,” she picked up the utensils in a rush, eyes devouring the praline cake already. “i was actually thinking of buying you a coffee or something because i can be handful when i’m working.”

she was afraid she’d disturb his peace, on top of being scared she’d take up too much of his space earlier, when she barely made noise? but before he could voice out his curiosity, she handed him the fork, already scooped up with a cut piece of the chocolate dessert.

“where i grow up, we always hand the first cut to the person we’re thankful of,” she answered the question underneath the look he threw her. it amazed him that it didn’t take her five seconds to figure them out. “otherwise it’s considered rude.”

her way of thinking intrigued rúben immensely immediately, so he decided to ride off the high wave. “i hate to break it to you but my job requires me to clean healthy until i retire.”

“what the hell…” the face she pulled on resembled a famous are-you-kidding meme he usually found on his social media timeline and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “i hope they compensate you well.”

rúben was about to throw a banter into equation but she stepped her foot on the throttle before he could. “what do you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking? because i can’t think of a job that has strict and painful criteria like that.”

the footballer stared her down, a bit intensely this time in hope he could break off her character, should she turn out to be a deceit. this was one of the classic trick in the book; fake it till you make it. shockingly, she didn’t waver under his pressure and continued looking at him expectantly, like a student waiting for his professor to answer their question.

“i’m an athlete.”

it took her 10 seconds to digest he wasn’t kidding, that sports industry actually was that rigorous. she went white in aghast. “no way.”

rúben was stunned that she was stunned at his admission. “i don’t look like one, huh?”

“i was expecting you to say you’re a model or something.”

this time, the footballer couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth. “is it too late to say that i model too sometimes?”

“you’re joking.”

the mirth and amusement stayed behind in rúben’s eyes as he shook his head one more time to answer her doubt. because heck, this woman deserved more than just a slice of praline cake for grazing her refreshing existence in rúben’s world.

“i’m so googling you,” the woman pulled her laptop closer, fallen papers be damned. “when you’re an athlete but you have modelling gigs already, you must be a hotshot.”

“eh, hotshot would be an overstatement.”

the woman shot him an incredulous look. “that’s exactly what a damn good athlete would say when praised. but drop your name, mister, so we can test out if it’s over or understatement.”

“the name’s rúben dias but at this point, i’m just flattered you consider me a hotshot,” and rúben wasn’t lying. he knows when a woman says one’s hotshot. “i can now rest in peace.”

“i can’t be the first one to call you—holy fuck,” her eyes enlarged so wide he was afraid it might pop out soon and dropped down to the gaping mouth. “you play for manchester city?”

she seethed an emotion he couldn’t recongise as she spelled out the name of the club he was now representing, and rúben detested the feeling already. one when he couldn’t pinpoint what she was feeling or thinking from what her facial features were displaying. “uh, i hope you’re not a manchester united fan.”

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praise the gods above, she wasn’t.

unfortunately, her ex-boyfriend was. it was how she’d come to know the world of football, including but not limited to his current club. she stopped watching when she got accepted for her job; the very reason she was flying out today of all days.

rúben learnt her name was adriana and she was a petroleum engineer, which explained a lot to her condition. the reason she broke up with her ex was due to the long distance and lack of communication. (in her defence, she couldn’t work on it because how am i supposed to search for another source of signal when i’m like one hour away from the nearest land?) the lack of signal resulted any form of entertainment to get limited, thus her not being able to watch football despite growing fond of it as the years went by. the last time she watched anything football-related was before the season 2019/2020 started off, and it showed why she wasn’t able to recognise his face.

but the work she was currently doing wasn’t something rúben regretted out of her job, unlike her ex, because he truthfully couldn’t imagine the boredom he’d have to go through if she wasn’t stuck with him in this sandstorm. if it wasn’t because of a work emergency that came up 2 days prior, he wouldn’t have discovered the world of engineering. she was forthcoming enough when he asked the details in what she does on daily basis, even went as far as showing the source of her mental breakdown earlier—which coincidentally confirmed his guess and he couldn’t contain the butterflies in his stomach for nailing the bull’s eye.

despite coming from 2 different worlds, literally and figuratively, rúben thoroughly enjoyed the endless conversations that flowed between them. it went from their jobs, to football in general, to f1 talks, to music, movies. she was genuinely curious to the healthy eating he’d been doing for years, he was equally interested about the things she did to pass time when staying on the off-shore facility or about the things she had to do to survive when a hurricane or some sorts came crashing down her unusual accommodation. she intended to download all his netflix recommendation before all earthly-pleasures were rid off, he aimed to make a spotify playlist to contend her liked songs.

when they found out the sandstorm would still be ongoing by the time dinner fell upon, they unanimously agreed to move out of the café to somewhere else where they served proper food. she needed her caffeine fix to fight the jet lag and he needed his protein fix before his trainer blew off his ears.

(lies. he did it because he wanted to take her far away from the eagle eyes that was starting to show their true form the past hour, complete with their DSLR cameras pointing at them. and away because he wanted to listen to her intently, for she could never bore her, and he’d hate it if anyone else got to eavesdrop how much of a wonderful conversationalist she was.)

she laughed when their chosen food served—she was only having swedish meatball and he was adamant on having chicken breast for his stroganoff, on top of ordering smoked salmon salad—because only then did adriana realise each of them lived off very different lives.

“i eat because i want to, whereas you…” adriana shook her head in disbelief. rúben contemplated for so long over the menu the restaurant provided because he was looking for ones that fit his diet and, in the end, adriana hadn’t seen so many greens as rúben’s plate. “i really hope it’s all worth it.”

“it is.”

with the way rúben looked at her when he said it, adriana could only pray for her life before rúben took all of her breaths away.

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“… announcement for passengers of Emirates Airlines on flight number 431B to Tokyo, Japan.”

adriana’s eyes perked up at the airport announcement, recognising it was designated for the passengers belonging to the same aircraft as her. a small panic rushed over her bloodstream, as it now dawned her how much time had passed swiftly, afraid that she wouldn’t catch her flight in time.

although she didn’t miss a bigger, more painful pinch on her heart that she had to end whatever this is she was having with rúben. she didn’t want this to be a one-time occurrence because it had been a while since the last time she was genuinely interested in an opposite sex—she’d been bereft of a figure with face she could tolerate and brain that could keep up with her to be called her boyfriend for years now—but she did realise that with them living two different lives in two different countries with thousands of miles and oceans apart, it would only be a futile attempt to ask him to try and work this out.

“that’s your flight, isn’t it?”

adriana’s eyes zeroed back on the very person that had filled her layover hours with so many anecdotes and stories from his footballing days that she felt as if she lived through those moments with him too. rúben was sporting back the tiny, pressed smile she found the first time she interacted with him hours ago but managed to vanish as they spent more time together. she hated it immediately. she missed rúben laughing and smiling so freely like he didn’t care if they got eternally stuck in this airport.

“yeah, that’s me,” adriana couldn’t help but give him an apologetic smile. she was apologetic for living 10 hours away from where he lives, for not being able to spend longer time with him; for this particular situation they couldn’t control, in general. “unfortunately.”

rúben muttered, “unfortunately, indeed,” under his breath and another pang in the chest didn’t escape adriana.

adriana couldn’t help herself; her hand reached his before she knew it herself, as if it was her second nature. “don’t be that sad, rúben,”

one moment he was pitying himself for meeting such a wonderful woman in the wrong circumstances, one moment his heart was galloping so hard at the way her tongue rolled his name perfectly. like she had known how to for so long, like she owned it.

maybe she had, effortlessly so.

“it means your flight’s coming up. you can go home, too.”

adriana didn’t know that for rúben, his now-burned-to-ashes home had now shifted into the very one rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb softly but firmly with enough pressure, just the way he liked it. he couldn’t help but wonder how her flimsy of a hand would look prettily with the ring that sat disturbingly at the bottom of his backpack.

the silent revelation stopped rúben’s heart for a second.

he must be going crazy. or desperate. or worse, both.

maybe he was indeed acting rashly to his ex-girlfriend, for jumping into conclusion she was ready for the lifetime institution of marriage when they had only spoken of it days before. he really should slow down this time around. he blew off one chance, he didn’t want second time—especially with a woman that felt so much like someone who would drape a blanket over him after a disappointing match, be it ucl final against real madrid or not, despite only meeting her hours ago.

“you know that if i could follow you, i would, right?” adriana’s heart skipped a beat, both at his submission and at his hand enveloping hers back. every inch, every angle, every curve of their hands fell together, perfectly fitting against one another, and it scared her because how could it be when their hand sizes were kilometres different? “i mean, you still owe me so many stories of your co-workers jumping off the rig for fun.”

“you can always visit me anytime for that.”

“or you can always visit me anytime for that,” rúben threw her a mischief smile, just to rile her up—and she laughed at him, pulling her hand back so she could tidy up her things scattered across the table—but deep down, he was serious. he already planned in mind to send her jet as soon as she was back on shore. “i miss you already.”

and he wasn’t lying. he hated the cold that swept over the palm of his hand as soon as her hands went back to the respectful owner.

“please don’t,” adriana chuckled at his words, hands slipping her macbook to its leather sleeve. “i will only annoy you if i’m around you 24/7.”

“better than spending the rest of my flight without a spectacular companion.”

“i’m sure there are tons of people dying for your attention now,” adrianna’s eyes signaled people behind them that took liberty to take pictures of him as if he was another of the world’s 7 wonders. he was amazed that she kept her cool the entire time, knowing the fans could be such a disturbance. “you can always pick one of the bunch.”

“but none of them is you.”

rúben harbored the tiniest satisfaction when her entire body went rigid at his words before the eyes he was starting to love slowly focused back on him. fuck speed dating, adriana was about to leave in less than an hour and he didn’t know how long it’d take him to see her again.

adriana had always appreciated when people went straightforward with her—her mother said it was the effect of hanging out with too many boys and men alike in the rig—but hearing rúben’s each and every direct take on her was a whole new level of game. she liked it, but she really needed to step up her arsenal and fast at that.

rúben’s one hell of a handsome face didn’t help to her advantage, though. she was glad she’d be boarding a plane soon because if she stayed for an hour longer, her mind would probably go astray every time she thought of a good comeback. god damn, those brown eyes that reminded her of dipping into a chocolate fondue and the tiny smirk only he could pull off and those stubbles she was itching to run her hands through and the unique accent that tangled british and portugese—they’d be the death of her.

“let me walk you to your gate.”

adriana was thankful rúben spared her the pain of giving him a reply to something she wasn't sure there was a comeback statement to that. “that’d be lovely.”

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rúben’s father always said the right woman would prove herself worthy of him the same way a man would prover himself worthy of her. he used to believe it when he was a kid but as he grew up, now entering the stardom especially, he concluded that what his father said was only applicable to the lives of ordinary men. it had always been him proving her worthy instead of the woman doing the labour her own.

however, as rúben and adriana walked down the airport towards her gates with people flocking them as they went, rúben couldn’t help but get reminded of what his father used to say. adriana took the stride with pride, embracing this ugly side of rúben’s life that people always breached and forgot he was also a fellow human with a need to protect his privacy also.

she kept engaging him in small conversations like it was another day for her, as if it was actually that easy to be around him with cameras pointing towards them. she made it look easy in the process to tuck away the reality and instead focusing on rúben and rúben dos santos gato alves dias only. the one that adriana got to know the past hour, not the manchester city’s number 3 everyone else got to see from the silver screen.

that was when he knew she was worthy of the life he could give her in the future. because frankly enough, not everyone was ready for the consequences nor did they willingly accept the baggage that came with dating a footballer playing under a name as big as manchester city.

“this is me, then.”

they had to go through almost 40 gates to reach hers, yet they’d arrived? rúben started to question the concept of time his physics teacher used to teach him. “what a short trip, i expected 15 minutes.”

adriana scoffed. “it is 15 minutes to get here, rúben.”

for once, she hated her job, too, for making her a frequent flyer to a land so far away from everyone’s reach. whoever said distance makes heart grow fonder surely had never experienced living in an off-shore rig. she hated that the very particular fact already distanced her from rúben, whose hands were now tucked in his jeans. awkward, and rúben dias didn’t suit awkward at all. not after having him around her for hours without a moment of awkwardness.

oh, how much adriana wanted to reach those hands of his again. despite the crude surface due to grazing the hardness of green grass, it brought safety and comfort to her. a feeling she’d definitely keep deep down her heart.

“aren’t you going back to your gate?”

“nah, i’m staying until i know your plane’s taken off safely.”

another pregnant pause.

and rúben hated it. but he didn’t want to touch adriana once more, for he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from purchasing a one-way ticket to tokyo. or wherever adriana was staying.

“alright then, suit yourself, champ,” adriana corrected the sling of her backpack, and rúben was glad he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to do with the tension between them both. “i’m going now. thank you for the amazing time, rúben. i genuinely enjoyed it.”

rúben could only nod, terrified of the other things that might escape his mouth so loosely. so he chose his words wisely, “have a safe flight.”

adriana smiled to his words, but rúben noticed the smile didn’t reach her eyes. she was sad, and rúben badly wanted to suggest that they should be sad together instead.

the airport announcement boomed throughout the building once more. rúben watched she took a peak of the line behind her, the boarding counter now almost deserted from people, and when she returned her sight to him, he saw resolution behind her eyes. it was then he knew he was out of time to convince her to stay, nothing else would waver her.

but before he could act upon his thoughts, adriana beat him to it once more.

fuck it, she thought inwardly. it’d be at least christmas before she could see him again—that is if he still wanted her around by that time. rúben had shot his fire, might as well shoot her own bullets while he was in front of her. so she stood on her toes, in order to reach rúben’s face, but to no avail, it resulted her to only reach a small part under his chin, full of light stubbles but his manly smell intoxicated her beyond words. she was glad she could only plant a featherlike peck there, or else she’d be spinningly dizzy.

the movement was as fast as a thunder struck but being a professional ball kicker, rúben had trained his reflexes all of his life. before adriana could notice, rúben had placed his hands on her waist, steadying her so she wouldn’t fall back on her ass disgracefully from the loss of balance, despite being caught off guard.

her hand remained on his cheek, as she bid her farewell of “take care, rúben,” but he could take the impression she’d wished to elongate the moment. so she could take in the feeling of having him under her hands, so she could take in the feeling of having him wrapped around her for the first and the last time today, so she could take in the feeling before she had to be deprived of this until the next time they met.

so he leaned in, doing the very one thing he had been dying to do. he eliminated the thames-long distance between them, relishing the liberating feeling of finally having what he had been desiring since the first time she popped up in front of him, for he wouldn’t have the luxury to do this as much as he would want to. not until the next time they met. with his year-long schedule, she’d be lucky if he could sneak off sometime between christmas and new year.

despite their lack of time, rúben kissed adriana deep and slow, like they had all the time in the world. his hands were now respectfully settling on her waist and the back of her neck, angling her to a comfortable position for them both, ever so gently yet full of passion. like they had done this thousands of times before.

her head was officially spinning around to the point of no return.

rúben was taking everything she could give, no remnants left behind. every gasp, every suppressed moan, every hidden groan, every nip, every desire. he didn’t care if he came off like a dementor sucking a soul out of another human; he wanted this, he needed this. so soft, so sweet, so adriana yet her lips had a streak of him across them now. she was now tasted like him, sweet temptation and danger, all in one. exactly like the dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

adriana pulled away first, her brain alerted her it was time to go and that she also required air if she wanted to live another day. she opened her eyes only to see his already staring at her, grinning like they were not going to different directions, his thumb grazed her wet lips that was covered with them.

“text me before you take off.”

and adriana had already planned to spend the last of this month’s earning to buy the on-board wifi. “i’ll text you whenever i can.”

with one last kiss between them, adriana reluctantly let go of rúben and willed herself to take a step towards the boarding counter.

gone was the warmth she would now associate this city with, both the usual sunny weather and rúben himself. adriana wasn’t a fan of cold weather herself to be honest, today just added another reason to the bag. she had even longed the pricky sensation of his sheer, unshaved beard underneath the palm of her hands.

being taller than average, rúben stood tall above everyone else’s head and watched as adriana’s figure slowly blended between the crowd lining up for the plane they’d been waiting for. call him impossible but even from afar, rúben still couldn’t take his eyes off her the way they met the first time tens of hours ago—doesn’t matter to him if it was the small of her back, the back of her head. it was still adriana, it was still parts of the amazing person he got to know the past several hours.

as rúben prayed for his feeling to not falter soon, that whatever they were having were not just some withering memories like summer breeze, adriana looked back to his direction. spotting the gigantic portugese amongst the crowd, still standing and waiting for her until she boarded the plane like he promised, she grinned and mouthed see you soon as if they’d meet again.

rúben took it as a sign for the universe to act upon it and not just prayed it wouldn’t be a fleeting moment. he’d make sure they will meet again, as soon as his schedule allowed him to be, because this time, he believed what people said; with great sacrifices comes great results. and he, for god knows why, believed this time adriana was worth everything he did, does and will fight for.

maybe a delayed gratification was what rúben was looking for as the answer to his initial question.

#ruben dias #rúben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fic #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias smut #ruben dias fanfiction #oh-saints writes #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias blurbs #ruben dias fanfics #ruben dias oneshot

[katatty]

“So, um... I could make us some tea? Or-”

“Come on, Martin. You really think I came out all the way out to Strangetown for a cup of tea???”

“Right, right. Do you... maybe want to stay the night?”

“Yes, please.”

#Pleasantview Plus #Hood: Strangetown #Household: Ruben #PP: Martin Ruben #PP: Sadie Wilkie

[didilysims]

Pine Lake Farewell: Moritz & Davenport

Frank had amazing success in his career, making it big in ballet almost immediately. Nosim who knew him was surprised: Frank’s unquenchable optimism plus ridiculous good luck always resulted in success. His dance club also became the hottest spot in Pine Lake, especially after the grand opening where Charlie Davenport made her big breakthrough.

Charlie moved to the city shortly after the club's opening to pursue full-time songwriting and performing, but visited often to check on her used record shop.

Frank finally persuaded her to go out with him, and they are now married, living in Pine Lake with their son. They both took a break to look after him, which gave Charlie the opportunity to write even more. She plans to get into the recording studio when he's a little older, and then go on tour with the new album. She and Frank talked about having another child, but they’re waiting until after the tour to decide for certain. Simoleons flow like water for the couple, so they donate regularly and generously to music and dance camps for youth.

Eowyn lived happily in the seniors home with her boyfriend, Joshua Ruben, until her relatively early death. She never retired, leaving big shoes to fill in the police department.

Allegra thrived more in her senior years than she ever had in her life. Focused on painting, she started teaching classes for fun, and was a major influence on Jamal Bratford. She and Martin Ruben put past hurts behind them and married, remaining happily so for the rest of their days. Her relationship with Charlie also improved, and though she wished Charlie would visit more, Allegra fully supported her daughter pursuing the career she loved.

#bacc #pine lake #pine lake farewell #household: moritz #household: davenport #household: seniors home #frank moritz #charlie davenport #eowyn moritz #joshua ruben #allegra gorey #martin ruben #i am honestly still 50/50 on charlie and frank being friends forever or married forever #i went this route because it was easier but i am equally happy with them being excellent influences in each others' separate lives

[tamtam-go92]

(I was looking for a good "Losing your Virginity" song for like an hour and couldn't find one that hadn't had an undertone I didn't want to. We have a great one in German by Echt so I just drop that Link here:)

CLICK

#the sims 2 #the uberhood #ub: sim state university #ub: bright household #ub: martin ruben #ub: allegra gorey #ub: round 1

[juniper-simblr]

My Uberhood dormies

Castor Nova, Allegra Gorey & Stella Terrano Castor and Allegra are originally students from Sim State University, while Stella is from La Fiesta Tech. Now they're in the townies/dormies bin.

Joshua Ruben & Martin Ruben Originally from Sim State University and living in two different households, the siblings Joshua and Martin are also in my townies/dormies bin.

Gunnar Roque, Jasmine Rai & Zoe Zimmerman A premade household in La Fiesta Tech. Gunnar, Jasmine and Zoe are in a band called Shifting Paradymes.

Robin King & Laura GilsCarbo Robin is a premade from La Fiesta Tech. In my game she's the little sister of Gordon King. Laura is also a premade townie from La Fiesta Tech. She's the little sister of Goopy GilsCarbo.

Phineaus Furley, Marla Biggs & Tom Freshe All three are originally premade students from Académie Le Tour. Now they're in the townies/dormies bin.

#sims2 #ts2 #uberhood #ts2 hood

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek words: 1685 request: Ruben / You / 500 – 900 / You are from LA so you never got to experience a white Christmas as a child and build a snowman so Ruben and his family have a snowman building contest with you❤️

(which Ruben wasn't specified so I tried not to elaborate too much on specifics which could be for either. I also tweaked the request slightly. either way, I hope this is ok)

You’d seen the Hallmark movies of it snowing on Christmas Eve. You’d heard of the issues that snow brought, how it could bring cities and towns to a complete standstill but having lived under the hot LA sun almost all of your life, you’d never even seen a snowflake with your own eyes, let alone the inches of white stuff that December was supposed to bring. 

Ruben had shown you pictures of him in knee length snow, and others of him at home with his family growing up and during his club playing days.He always looked happy, cold but the smile rarely slipped from his face.  He promised you that at the first sign of snow approaching, he’d do what he could to ensure you had the best experience with it and you’d sworn that you’d hold him to it. 

So far, December has proven to be freezing with Ruben constantly reminding you that “this is still autumn, sorry. Fall,” he’d say in an exaggerated accent, “and you still have time to go before experiencing a real winter.” He’d head out, thick coat unzipped and no scarf on while the tip of his nose and his fingers resembled ice cubes while you trudged behind him in a sweater, thick coat, gloves, scarf and hat and still felt the cold seeping into your bones. He’d warm up within ten minutes or so once in the warmth but it felt like an age before you’d defrosted and could feel your limbs again comfortably. If this truly was still fall, Winter was not a season that you were particularly excited for anymore. 

Everywhere the two of you have visited has been incredibly busy. streets were flooded with bodies scrambling in and out of shop doors and spilling out into the roads as more people grew impatient with those who preferred dawdling. Shopping here was a whole new experience but Ruben kept you close to him at all times with an arm protectively wrapped around your back and guiding you to where you both needed to go. 

“It’s going to snow soon,” Ruben stated, looking down at you with a big grin. 

“You can’t know that.” you’d challenged, sniffing at the air but only taking in a ridiculous amount of coldness which seems to burn your sinuses. 

“I can. And it will. I can smell it in the air.”

You thought he sounded ridiculous and you backed up your belief by betting him a weeks worth of household chores. By the time you returned home, your feet ached more than you thought possible and the bath that Ruben made for you helped to both warm you back up and soothe your aching body. Climbing into the bed, you vaguely remembered Ruben saying something about the first snowflakes of the year beginning to fall but you were too exhausted to fully take in what he was saying before you slipped into the land of nod. 

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The smell of breakfast and coffee coaxes you slowly from your sleep. Your eyes still feel heavy and giving a little stretch only confirms that your muscles still haven’t forgiven you for yesterday. Opening one eye only, you glance around and note that Ruben hasn’t joined you back in the bed yet. Testing the waters a little further, you stick a foot out and immediately pull it back under the duvet as the cold hits your skin. 

“Please put the heating on Ruben,” you groan to yourself as you pull the duvet up and over your head and you snuggle back down into the warmth as you come around properly. You may have fallen asleep again, you may have just taken a while to fully awake, which one it was, you’re really not sure but by the time you’re pulling back the duvet and sitting up while wiping sleep from your eyes, you can hear Ruben making his way upstairs. 

His large size takes up the doorframe impressively as always, and in his hands is a drink for himself and a hot caffeinated drink for yourself if the smell was anything to go by. It’s only once your hands wrap around the mug that he offers you that you also realise that the bite in the air has now disappeared thanks to the radiators being in full swing now. It was bliss. 

“I was right by the way.” Ruben states proudly as he takes a sip of his drink and perches himself on the edge of the bed. 

“Hmmm? In what way?” you ask before blowing over the surface of the drink and tentatively taking a small sip. 

“It snowed.” he says, a grin spreading across his face as surprise contorts your expression. 

“For real?” You make quick work of putting down your mug and heading over to the window. The chill alone through the glass makes you shiver but there it is, just like Ruben promised. Blankets of thick white covering the lawn, patio, the tree branches and bird feeders. The football posts and net that is always assembled has an impressive amount across the bar and more continues to fall from the sky. The clouds are a dark grey and it doesn’t appear like it’ll stop any time soon. “Can we go out in it?” 

“Not before you’ve drunk your drink and there’s breakfast downstairs. Trust me, you’ll need something warm in your belly if you’re going to be going out there.”

And Ruben wasn’t wrong. Even beneath the multitude of layers which you’d piled on before stepping outside, the moment the door was open, the coldness took your breath away. You’ve taken several photos for you to look back on and maybe a few to upload to your social media for those back home to see. It really was beautiful. Freezing cold but beautiful. 

“I feel guilty for ruining it.” you comment, turning to look at him as he stands behind you equally wrapped up.

“You don’t need to go out if you don’t want to.” he offers you another solution. 

“And what if i never get this chance again?”

“You’ll see snow again.”

“It’s taken me this many years just to experience this. But to get snow this close to Christmas? How often have you had a white Christmas?” 

“You’ve got me there. Rarely. Maybe once, twice max.”

“Exactly.” You say sternly and turn back to the white garden. You lift your foot and hesitantly take that first step, not wanting to ruin the picturesque scene before you but you couldn’t deny that first crunch of the crust breaking is incredibly satisfying. 

The next step was just as beautiful. And the one after that. And the one after that. Pausing, you pull your phone from your pocket to take a quick snap of the footsteps imprinted and find yourself looking into Ruben’s camera as he takes a picture of you too. 

“Look how happy you are.” He notes, a boyish grin on his own face from watching you. You hadn’t noticed you were smiling but now he’s pointed it out, you can feel it oh too clearly. 

“I feel like a child at…well, Christmas.”

“Consider this an early present then.”

“I want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight but I don't want to mess it all up.”

“Why don’t we walk right up to the back there and make our snowmen and then come back a-”

“Can we try and walk back in our footsteps so we’re not disturbing it too much?” you ask him, eyes large and pleading. 

“Of course baby.” He says and steps into your prints. 

Despite being outside less than five minutes, the cold is already penetrating your skin and chilling your bones. Your fingers ache within the softness of the gloves that Ruben made you wear. He’d stood you in front of him and dressed you like he would a child. He’d tucked your scarf in, adjusted your hat and ensured that your gloves were pulled up high on your wrist to be tucked into the sleeve of your coat. “I know these weather conditions better than you. I don’t want you being sick for Christmas because you weren’t properly dressed for this.” he’d said before kissing your nose. 

You trudge up where you know the path is but unable to currently see it and keep going until you find a good open space which seems ideal for snowman building. Ruben appears beside you within a few seconds and stares at the space alongside you. 

“How should we tackle this?” You ask and look up at him. 

“Do you picture a snowman with a head, belly and base where the legs should be or just a head and belly? Do you picture two or three balls?”

“Two. I don’t think I could manage three. My hands are too cold, I fear they may fall off before I finish making him.”

“At least I could add them for authenticity.” Ruben jokes then swallows back his laugh when catches your facial expression. “The bottom ball needs to be bigger than the top. We can start with a snowball and then keep adding to it and adding to it until it’s the right size. Then we’ll add these,” he pauses to pull out something out of his pocket. Unbeknown to you, he’d scoured the house for things that could be used for this exact reason. He also retrieves a carrot too. “for the snowman’s face and buttons. I can put on my hat and scarf.”

“But then you’ll be cold.”

“We’ll get a few more English winters into you and you’ll barely feel it at all.” He grins, before bending at the waist and scoops up a handful of snow. “We better get going. Knowing English weather, it’ll start raining soon and all of this will be washed away.”

You’re not sure if he’s joking or not, but you’ve had your fair share of rain so far and you’re not about to start doubting him now. You mirror him, bending to scoop up your own handful and cast him a warm smile, “then let's begin.”

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[manykinsmen]

current drivers and their grid dads

(for anyone that doesn’t know what a grid dad is, it’s when your first/one of your early teammates is a seasoned racer and substantially older than you and you have a positive relationship with them. this is sometimes extended to include reserve drivers, in both directions. it may also include a non-teammate, if the relationship is positive enough. retired drivers are not grid dads, but may be mentors. not everyone has a grid dad).

max - daniel and nico hulkenberg both shared like a weird teen grid dad co-parenting situation with max. neither of them were really old enough to grid dad but max was so young.

checo - jenson was his teammate at mclaren in his second season.

charles - seb! and what a grid dad to have.

carlos - no one expected hulk to be as prolific a grid dad as he was and yet here we are.

lewis - it could have been fernando, but no, instead we got the trauma.

george - general wisdom suggests lewis but actually robert kubica was reserve driver at williams during george’s rookie year.

lando - fernando! he was reserve driver during fernando’s final year at mclaren.

oscar - not yet established. but he has a mentor in the form of manager mark webber.

fernando - brazilian driver tarso marques is kinda teen grid dadding here.

lance - now a lot of people want to say seb or checo here but the first one was actually Felipe massa back at williams.

valtteri - felipe strikes again! he was valtteri’s first teammate in f1, at williams. he also had a mentor in the form of his manager mika hakkinen.

esteban - checo takes this one on a technicality, although many would argue his role as mercedes development driver actually makes it a lewis/nico rosberg combo. functionally it’s lewis though.

pierre - poor little abandoned pierre grew up grid dadless. and is now a grid dad himself, so so young.

guanyu - valtteri is his first and only teammate in f1 and he’s doing such a good job of looking out for guanyu.

k-mag - jenson strikes again! he was at maximum grid dad levels for k-mag and people used to ship them quite a bit.

hulk - ultimate grid dad rubens barrichello (who was also grid dad to jenson and felipe, making k-mag, checo and valtteri his grid grandkids and guanyu and lance his grid great-grandkids).

alex - look the red bull driver program has really left a lot of grid kids without grid dads.

logan - i am hopeful a grid dad will be forthcoming for logan.

yuki - high turnover rates in the red bull/alphatauri household mean that pierre gasly is teen grid dadding.

daniel - now a bunch of people would suggest seb but seb is in fact far too young and they never had that relationship. similarly mark webber never had that relationship with him either. this one is actually gonna go to jenson button, who did have that kind of relationship with daniel, even if they were never at the same team.

LIGHTNING ROUND (FOR DRIVERS PAST)

mick schumacher - sebastian vettel

sebastian vettel - michael schumacher

antonio giovinazzi - kimi raikkonen

nicholas latifi - robert kubica

romain grosjean - fernando alonso was a teen grid dad (and oh god what a time to be alonso’s grid kid).

nico rosberg - a lot of people want to say schumacher but the reality is that they did not have that relationship. mark webber was just a smidgen too young as well. no grid dad here, but nico did have a mentor in mika hakkinen.

#f1

[sleepknoot]

Can you tell us more about Cici please?

Of course :3. This is going to get really long because I'm going INTO IT, so we're going under the cut!

WARNING FOR POTENTIAL MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE!!

Cici's actually one of my oldest OCs ever! She's existed in some way, shape, or form for around fifteen years now! She's only recently been introduced into WoD but in her main writing, she's actually the archdemon of decay! The actual spawn of Lucifer!

Her full name is Carolina-Medorah Warren but her loved ones simply call her Cici. Her second first name is meant to be a little touch of irony as it means "mother's gift" and her mother/Sire is listed as her enemy on her character sheet.

Within her VTM canon, she's currently 203 years old and essentially the matriarch of her household despite being the third oldest. She lives with her older brother Ruben, older sister Rhiannon, and younger sister Fausta, all of whom are also Kindred. Though they have a lot of other siblings and half-siblings running around. All of them were raised in a cult that was led by their mother, Ursula-Morgana.

Ursula was Embraced further along in life but she'd been around Kindred for a long time, so Cici grew up around them as well, witnessing various horrors as she did. Being made to participate in her mother's occult rituals left a major impact on her, being put on a pedestal greatly influenced her personality for the worse. This instilled an overinflated ego within her

Ursula went on to Embrace the rest of her favored children, but she didn't treat her favorites any better than she treated her un-favorites. She'd always had a temper and a need for control. After all, her hoard was her following which included her children. She never responded well to them exercising their autonomy and Carolina being who she is really started pushing back against her mother.

By the time Ursula had been Embraced, Carolina had become "too old" for her mother's ideal ritual setting anyway. She was Embraced at 26 and married off to a Toreador known as Gideon Green who Carolina disliked because "He had an extremely unattractive cry and cried incessantly". This marriage happened because Gideon worked under Ursula and she intended to use him as surveillance.

Fausta replaced Carolina in ritual and was unfortunately Embraced at 16 for the sake of "preserving her youth". She received similar treatment, inflating her ego but being stuck as a teenager, she doesn't have the full mental capacity to check herself. None of the siblings liked this and when she got the news Carolina left her husband high and dry, to go collect her little sister and skip town which spearheaded the majority of her siblings following suit.

Rhiannon and Ruben tagged along with her. This landed her right on her mother's shitlist and whenever their paths cross again, Ursula makes a point of trying to trip her up, hence being Enemies.

There are various Coteries of the Warren children scattered across the globe, each branching off into their own dynamics, ways of unlife, and politics. Carolina's Coterie left for San Francisco and things went smoothly for a while, save for her second husband, a Ventrue named David Lee came into the picture. He became a massive pain in the ass some time after the wedding. He simply disappeared one night, though nobody can prove he was killed, but Carolina disappeared for a while after he did. :)

Smooth sailing again for a long time after that until Fausta had a Masquerade slip which resulted in them leaving for New Orleans. This is a recent development. While she's got her hands tied up in the fashion industry, she does do "plastic surgery" on the side with her brother Ruben. Primarily on other Kindred, Ghouls, or her hoard of models. From this point on, her story is still currently developing!

She's a lot grosser and meaner than she looks. Her primary motifs are pearls, rubies, serpents, black widows, and she-devils.

#Ciciposting #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :3