#maxis did something right with the lighting for once

[violettssims]

the morning of the festival 🎆

#fridays after work spent building and listening to a podcast with a hot coffee #loving life #also was loving the godrays #maxis did something right with the lighting for once #let's applaud them on that #the sims 4 #simblr #v #my gameplay

[onboardsorasora]

I made a random post a few weeks ago about Daniel needing to have an existential crisis over a grey pube hair (if I find it I'll link). Weeks later @yesloulou made this post and I was immediately compelled all over again.

Dedicating this brain rot to @arturleclerc. I hope you enjoy it💕 (also I haven't reread it so hopefully it makes sense and is actually good. If it's not good we can pretend it didn't happen lmao)

Max paused in the doorway of their bedroom, eyebrows pulling to his hairline the longer he watched Daniel turn this way and that in front of the full length mirror. 

Naked. 

“Uhm, Daniel?” He asked, biting back his grin when Daniel jumped in surprise and slapped his hand over his dick to cover it. 

“Jeepers Maxy.” Daniel held his chest. 

Max tilted his head when Daniel’s eyes strayed back to the mirror. He never took Daniel to be the ‘check himself out in the mirror naked’ type. Considering he hadn’t seen him do it once in the entire time they’ve been dating. 

Daniel furrowed his brow as if annoyed before grabbing a pair of shorts from his drawer, what he had attempting to do in the first place. 

“What are you doing?” Max asked again, walking further into the room. 

“Nothing babe— can’t a guy check himself out? Still good looking, hot, sexy.” Daniel replied, Max knew him long enough to clock his uncomfortable babbling. 

“Are you looking at your gray hairs again?” Daniel had been weird for the last week, ever since Max pointed out a couple grey hairs that had started growing in his beard. 

Daniel stilled and unconsciously glanced at himself in the mirror again. He didn't look any different than he did a minute ago but clearly time and his age were catching up to him. He was 34, 35 this year. And greying.

Sure his job was stressful. Sure the last three years of his career were particularly stressful among other heightened emotions. But for his body to outwardly tell him that he wasn't providing a proper working environment for his cells was a slap in the face.

And his balls.

A handful of grey hairs in his beard by his jaw. He can handle that. Eventually. He eventually learned to accept it. Ok he hasn't accepted it yet but he was getting there. 

Sure he was shaving his beard more so he didn't have to see it but Max liked him with a mustache so it was all great.

But this was just egregious. 34 wasn't like all that old. He didn't even know that greying ‘early’ happened in his family! Grey hairs on his head he could manage (eventually). But grey hairs anywhere else should be illegal. 

It was fine, his day was going great. He had a productive meeting, went for a run, and came home to manscape a little in the shower, hoping to maybe lure Max off of the sim for an hour or so. 

Sure, Max didn't care if he had pubes or whatever but Daniel didn't like his shit growing too wild and free. A trim here and there was fine for him. Max made him promise not to wax anymore.

Anyway, he was just about to go through his almost meditative process when he saw something that he hoped was maybe just glare from the light. He'd almost fainted dead away right then and there when he'd brushed the hair with his finger and it continued to glint grey against the rest of the dark hair.

He had a grey hair beside his dick.

He had a grey hair beside his dick!

His dick had a fucking grey curly q.

“Daniel?” 

Daniel jumped, surprised to see Max so close. He hadn't even realized he'd spaced out.

“Daniel you are not old, of course.” Max smiled, cupping his cheek and swiping the stumble at his side burns that had started to betray him.

“Maxy I'm old as fuck apparently.” Daniel grumbled, soothing the ache in his chest with Max's giggle.

“Well I still love you.”

“Maxy...” Daniel trailed off because he wasn't yet willing to admit that his greatest fear was Max would come to his senses and realize that Daniel was too old. That these greys would be a warning sign to Max that Daniel's best years were officially behind him while Max's were yet to come.

“Daniel, you are being silly I think.”

“Maxy you say this now but I don't think you're ready to deal with old man balls.” 

“Daniel!” Max's eyes crinkled as he laughed. “You do not have old man balls.”

“Nah yeah. I like really do Maxy.” Daniel sighed.

Max rolled his eyes, Daniel was being so dramatic. He dropped to his knees in lieu of saying anything else.

“Max!” Daniel squawked. Sure this had been his plan maybe a half an hour ago but he hadn't gotten rid of that pesky grey hair and he couldn't let Max see.

“Daniel, you are being silly and I love you and you do not have old man balls.” Max started tugging at Daniel's shorts, snorting when his boyfriend grabbed at the waistband.

“Max– it's– no.” Daniel struggled, biting his lip when Max looked up at him curiously.

“Daniel?” Max furrowed his brow, Daniel was being more squirrely than usual. Something wasn't right.

“I–” Daniel's mouth opened and closed a couple times and no more sounds came out. He sighed explosively and his shoulders slumped. Max's eyes widened.

“Daniel what–”

Daniel bit the inside of his cheek, there was nothing for it. He may as well rip the band-aid off and just let Max see. He let go of his shorts, allowing the fabric to fall down his legs.

“I really do have old man balls Maxy.” Daniel said morosely. “A whole old man dick!” Max bit his lip so he wouldn't laugh at his boyfriend who truly was going through it. He couldn't figure out the trigger though.

“I don't understand, Daniel.”

“It's there!” Daniel, aggrieved, pointed aggressively to the thatch of hair surrounding his still soft dick.

Max followed his finger, stopping himself from leaning in to suck it into his mouth or to kiss Daniel's still lovely non old man dick. If only to apologize to the organ for how ungrateful Daniel was being. 

He mentally rolled his eyes and paid attention to what Daniel was trying to show him. Max didn't see anything wrong, Daniel's pubes had grown out a bit and Max wanted nothing more than to just press his face into the wiry hair– feel the burn of it against his chin. Then he saw it, and oh.

“Yeah– oh. Old man dick and balls. The whole package. I'm ancient Maxy. A fossil–” Daniel continued to babble, dragging a hand down his face.

“Daniel you are being silly. You are not old.” Max gave into the urge to press his face into the crease of Daniel's thigh, pressing a kiss to the section of skin that the lone (and apparently offending) grey hair was growing.

“Max–” Daniel was exasperated that Max wasn't getting it. Wasn't picking up what he was putting down. Even though he didn't want him to…he was confusing himself. The fact was he was old and Max finally knew and he was steeling himself for the inevitable.

“Oh!” Daniel shuddered when Max licked a wet stripe along his soft dick that wasn't very soft anymore. Max smirked and continued, sucking Daniel's half hard dick into the warm wet heat of his mouth.

Daniel gripped Max's hair to steady himself, moaning when Max swallowed him whole and pressed his nose into the curls at the base of him. Max looked up through his lashes, humming long and deep.

“Fuck.” Daniel hissed and Max clutched at his thighs. He created a rhythm, coaxing Daniel to fuck his throat. Daniel snapped his hips forward eagerly, groaning as he watched Max swallow his dick in the mirror. Max winked up at him before doing that thing with his tongue that Daniel loved. 

Daniel was a goner, curling over Max's head while he came– hard. 

After, he staggered backwards, watching dazedly as Max licked his swollen, pink lips. Daniel wanted to swallow him whole.

He dragged Max to his feet and planted a sloppy kiss to his lips, tasting his come and Max's lips. He was about to push him onto the bed so he could eagerly return the favor when

“Of course it's exactly what I thought.” Max said smugly. Daniel raised a brow curiously.

“What do you mean?” 

“I don't know what you're talking about earlier, Daniel. Your old man dick still works.”

Daniel couldn't help it, he laughed. Because in his own way, Max just alleviated Daniel's fears.

“I love you, y'know?” 

“I know Daniel.” Max pressed a deep kiss to his lips before pulling back. “My young man dick needs attention, of course.” 

Max grinned when Daniel laughed.

#maxiel #max/daniel #literally stopped everything to write this lmao #😂🥴🥴 #my ficlet

[maxybabyy]

They came down from the mountain yesterday.

Max leaves tomorrow, would’ve left this morning if Christian hadn’t convinced him to wait for the car that comes in the morning with a new round of supplies.

“I can of course walk to the town myself, always it will be not a problem,” he had said as they came down, the horses close behind them. Their rucksacks light on their backs, weary and tired with the signs of a hard summer.

“Nonsense, kid. Seb won’t mind giving you a ride,” Christian said with his arm around Max’s shoulders. “And I mean, with everything you’ve done for us, we best send you off right. Don’t we, Daniel?”

Daniel had barely look at Max as he laughed, agreed with whatever Christian was telling him.

His heart had felt heavy as he walked towards the chicken pen, but it was better like this. One day and Max would be gone, would be a year before he came back, if even that. Maybe he would find a real job in town, something more than the silly convenience store his dad had him working in.

“But what do you wanna do, Maxy?” Daniel had asked, the rain coming down hard around them.

A rare rainpour had taken them by surprise, and by the time Daniel had come into the tent, he had been soaked to the bone. His spare set of clothing had helped little, and it wasn’t until Max had scooted forward, movements slow but confident as he invited him into his space, into his warmth and heat, that Daniel could breathe again.

“I want, I think, to work with horses,” Max had told him, lips pressed against Daniel’s chest. They hadn’t been naked then, but they would be. Soon. “Always, I have liked the farm. But my father, it did not make enough money, and he would rather sell than make it work.”

Daniel has known nothing but farm work.

He used to dream of the big city, of the stories Scotty would tell when he came to visit, of the freedom and lack of responsibility. But he’s in his thirties now.

Christian may have kids, but none that could take over the farm, or at least not now. Not like Daniel could.

“Did something happen between you and Max?” Christian asks when he doesn’t come in for lunch. “I was going to ask him to come back next year but –“

Daniel shakes his head, “Nah, he was fine. Just, a hard run, you know? Lost a few sheep, long nights, that kind of stuff.”

“Because if something did,” Christian continues, hard set in his ways. “You can tell me.”

Daniel licks his lips, looks up from Laurie the cow, tries to look less miserable than he feels. “He can come back. Good effort for the pay, I’d say. A shame we can’t hire him full-time, he would do well around here.”

It’s Max’s second year on the mountain. He hadn’t come last year, but the year before that he did.

A lanky lad with softened hands but a better attitude than most Daniel has worked with. He spoke still with an accent, the lisp even more pronounced than it is now. Daniel hadn’t known what to do with him then; doesn’t know what to do now that he has to leave.

“He came with good recommendations,” Christian says, nods along as they walk through the pasture. “Too bad about last year, yeah? Would have saved us a lot of trouble, I reckon.”

Sergio had been alright. Fine on a horse, experienced, but in a way that hadn’t come to fruition on the mountain. Max had been the better choice, even back before they had started to –

Daniel shrugs, turns to look at the sun. It’s going to be cold soon, the wind will pick up and the leaves will fall, autumn nothing but a wink before winter will be here.

“It’s hard to know what will happen up there, can’t really prepare yourself before you’re in it,” he says. Every year is different, he knows that now.

He’s done eight summers now, and only once has he dreaded the descent.

“If you say so,” Christian says, claps him on the back and leaves. He had been with Daniel for his first two years, just enough time to show him the rope and make sure he wouldn’t have to do it again.            

The sun has gone down before he comes inside. Food waits for him in the oven, but Daniel isn’t hungry. The house is quiet as he sneaks upstairs for a shower. It’s his second of the day, but it’s fine, Christian would understand.

He scrubs himself raw, a never-ending itching underneath skin that doesn’t stop; worsens when he thinks of tomorrow – of Max. He misses the cold water of the creek, the two of them drying on the shore, Max’s eyes heavy on his body.

Max had made the move then, knee-deep in water and still only a few feet apart.

Daniel had watched him move with his breath caught in his throat, Max’s hand on his arm, on his waist, his hip and then finally, on his dick. He hadn’t stopped looking at him, eyes steady even as Daniel had started to shake, closer than he’d been before with only a few strokes.

“Will you come?” Max had asked, hoarse but confident. Daniel had known then that he wasn’t Max’s first. Not in this, at least. “For me, Daniel?”

Daniel had, but so would everyone, he thinks. If they had been where Daniel had been.

Max waits for him when he comes back to his room. He hasn’t been there before, not before they left for the mountain, but he looks at home in the bed. 

Max reaches for him, and Daniel goes, crawls between his legs, and kisses him like he did the first time: desperate and frantic, unsure if it will happen again.

Sex, he finds, is easier if you aren’t stuck on a mountain, but it isn’t necessarily better.

Max is still just as sweet for him as he opens him up, quicker like this, with something other than repurposed lubricants taken from other scarce supplies. His sounds are the same, quieter now that they share a house with their boss, but still Max falls into the same ecstatic state when he’s close to coming. Begs Daniel for more until he does with a hoarse shout.

Daniel follows quick, a quiet prayer that this won’t be the last time.

“Will you be here next year?” Daniel asks, watches Max as he readies himself to leave. Seb will come by in only a handful of hours, and Max must be back in his room by then. “Will you come back to me?” He doesn’t say.

Max breathes softly as he pulls on his sweater. It isn’t the one he came with, but the one Daniel had worn on the mountain. Soft and knitted by his mother, loose enough in the shoulders that it fits him well.

“I will of course try, but always I have to make sure it is right for me also, for my family.”

Daniel nods sharply, bites his tongue so he doesn’t ask what he shouldn’t.

“Will you go back to the Netherlands this time?”

“I will see after the winter. If I can find good work, maybe. It would be lovely, I think,” Max says, smiles when he meets his stare.

Max had told him about how his sister had given birth to a new son this spring, that he hasn’t been home since he was seventeen when his father brought him overseas to find new work. He knows Max sends part of his salary back home to them, to his mother, knows there’s more to it than just what Max wants. That if Max could, he would of course come back to him.

But life doesn’t always work out like that. Not for guys like them anyway.

“If you do, or like, even if you don’t. You could give me a call sometime,” Daniel says and gets up to follow him to the door. “Let me know how you’re doing, if the tulips are still there.”

“The tulips are there of course every year, Daniel.” Max says, but even he sounds sad, voice soft. “Always they come in spring.”

Daniel laughs, but it comes out hollow. He squeezes Max’s hands that hang between them. “Yeah, well. You go off see the tulips, see your family, Maxy. And when summer comes, then – then you come back to me, yeah? Back to the mountain with me.”

Max kisses him.

It isn’t a yes, but it isn’t a no, and Daniel knows it’s all he can give.

“Goodbye, Daniel.”

#brokeback mountain au #ish #inspired by lana del rays cover of take me home country roads #maxiel #maxiel fic #max/daniel #my fic #my writing #fic

[alltoolewis]

Bubble wrap- Max Verstappen 🍃

Back again writing for this one! This isn't my best piece or longest but I hope you all enjoy it regardless (p.s I know you wouldn't be just allowed to go home if you cut your head open but for this story you can lol) 🤍

Request- After you have a small car accident, you call your overprotective boyfriend for help... Prompt- "I'm on my way, love..."

When people ask you what your favorite part of dating a world champion driver is, they expect you to say the typical... traveling the world, attending every race you could, meeting A-list celebs in the paddock e.c.t. But in reality, they weren't anywhere close. The real answer was the summer break! Spending every single night together for 3 weeks without the stress of traveling, intense training, or missing out on monumental moments of your lives together. This season has been the hardest. You had just started your dream job in the biggest journalism company in the world & it was safe to say Max was ecstatic... and although you were both proud of the achievement and your career was heading in the right direction, it also meant that you weren't able to attend as many race weekends as you did when you were a student! Although he claimed he didn't mind and that your career as a journalist was just as important as his, you both knew there was a part of him that wished you were with him more. So when the summer break is grew closer, you didn't hesitate to book 2 weeks off, promising your manager that the work from another week that you spent away would be done remotely.

You never denied that it was hard work... having an athlete boyfriend who travelled for a living and having a just as demanding 9 to 5 job. But as you felt his tight grip on your waist, head nuzzled in the crook of your neck as soft snores fell from his mouth you knew that it was all worth it...

"Where are you going?" Max groaned as he felt you tug away from his grip, voice full of sleep as the morning light shadowed through the gaps in the blinds making him keep his eyes closed. You didn't want to leave him, especially when he was this comfortable but you wanted to do something special for him, especially after all that he had done for you this holiday. For the last 2 weeks, he had been waking you up every morning with breakfast in bed, a fresh cup of coffee on the tray spoiling you rotten. So on this rare occasion where you were awake before him, you knew it was your turn to treat the driver instead.

Running your fingers through his brown locks, you whispered softly "Go back to sleep handsome, I will be right back..." Normally he would try and protest, dragging your body closer to his as he'd mumble something about being lonely. But today, he was the complete opposite, like he knew it was your moment to shine and didn't want to ruin it... and in less than minute later he was fast asleep, allowing you to sneak away from him without feeling guilty.

After you were done with your usual routine you skipped down the stairs excitedly, however it was cut surprisingly short as you saw the near-empty fridge. It wasn't abnormal for your fridge to be empty near the end of the holidays, you didn't see the point in stocking it up and putting all the food to waste when your busy schedules kicked in once more. But in this case, you wished it was different.

Knowing you couldn't leave it, you ran back upstairs to your sleepy boyfriend, trying your best to wake him up peacefully. "Maxie..." You mumbled, kneeling on the side of the bed as you rubbed his bare shoulder gently, the motion causing him to stir slightly "I'm going to nip out to the store, we've ran out of grocery stuff... do you need anything?"

Using the arm that wasn't buried underneath the thick duvet, he dragged you down causing you to screech slightly "you!" His comment made your heart burst with adoration and for a moment you were going to stay with him, wrapped in his arms like a safety blanket, but when you heard his stomach slightly groan you knew that wasn't possible. "You'll have me later bubs" You giggled, trying to move his heavy grip from you but failing miserably "But I really need to go... it won't be long till you get up and be disappointed that there's nothing in.." "There would be if you didn't have the last bagel last night..." He mumbled, slightly letting you go.

"Shut up and go back to sleep..." You giggled, knowing there was no point arguing with him on this one cause he was right. "Let me drive you.." He breathed sleepily, slowly trying to get up but you pushed him back down, chuckling as a small pout graced his lips. "I won't be long bubs I promise” smiling you give him one last kiss on the head “you keep the bed warm for me, okay?” You could barely make out his reply as he muffled into the pillow a distant “okay..” Deciding to leave him to sleep in peace, you finally went back downstairs grabbing your keys & wallet before making a dash to the store, wanting to get back into the arms of your sleepy lover as soon as possible!

The whole trip was rushed, securing everything you needed to make a delicious breakfast in bed in a record-breaking time. But the trip didn’t end as smoothly as you thought it would…

Just as you were about to make the corner to the busy roundabout, a car came from nowhere! & like an opening of a grand Prix, you were pushed off the road and into a car sign. Your head bounced off the stirring wheel as your heart stopped... never in your 5 years of driving have you ever had a crash! You were always safe, avoiding collisions or conflict on the road.. but like they say it can happen in a flash. You're breath hitched as you felt liquid run from your forehead, your glossy eyes just making out the slash on your head through the rear-view mirror. It wasn't the biggest cut but you knew it wasn't something that could easily be fixed with a plaster.

The ambulance arrived within 10 minutes, immediately checking you over as they seen to the gash on your head. You never realized how many people you had to speak to after an accident, the list was never ending... within 20 minutes you spoke to the police, paramedics, causer of the accident, insurance company... But there was only one person you needed to speak to, one person you needed...

"Right your all done, honey..." The paramedic spoke, giving your forehead one last wipe "Is there anywhere else that is hurting you..." Still not finding enough words to say, you shook your head. "Okay lovely... is there anybody we can contact for you to go home with or would you like someone to escort you?"

Without hesitation, you breathed out his name "Max, my boyfriend..." Giving you a smile and a quick nod, she turned around, ready to go get his number "Can I call him..?" You mumbled nervously. "Are you sure honey, you took quite a hit there?"

"Yes.. I'm sure..." You smiled, dishing out your phone with your shaking hands "I'll give him a ring now.." Leaving you in they went to the front of the vehicle, still keeping a close eye on you as they left you to phone him in 'private'

Max stirred awake as his phone buzzed against his bedside table, & although he was exhausted he couldn't help but smile as he saw your name flash up upon the screen. Thinking you were just asking going to ask him what type of juice he wanted for breakfast, he chuckled softly down the speaker "Hi baby... you okay-" He stopped as he heard your heavy breathing and the faint sound of sirens leaving in the background "(y/n)… what's happened?"

"Max..." You breathed out, breathe hitching "Can you come pick me up please?"

His eyes grew wide as he heard the panic and worry in your voice. "Why baby, what's happened?" Already in the process of getting ready, he listened to your sighing voice "I've been in a car accident... I'm okay I promise, just a small scratch on my head but my car can't say the same.."

Not needing to hear anymore, he grabbed his keys dashing out the door just like you had done this morning, but this time it was necessary "I'm on my way, love... stay right there.."

Max drove down to your location more anxious than a grand Prix, and although you told him that you were okay and it was just a knock he couldn't help but to panic that it was more than that. You always downplayed your injuries or illnesses, not wanting to make people fuss over you, which made him panic even more. But as he arrived and noticed you sat on the curb next to a paramedic with a dressing on your head, he knew it could of been worst as your car got pulled away completely destroyed!

Hopping out of his car, he immediately ran towards you "Oh my god, schat..." He sighed, pulling you into him gently not wanting to hurt your fragile body anymore "Are you okay...? what the hell happened..."

Feeling a little bit calmer now you were in his arms, you smiled looking at him shyly "I'm fine Maxie, just a small cut on the head that's all..."

Giving you a stern look, his finger hovered over the blood-stained dressing on your forehead "It doesn't look fine (y/n)… it's still bleeding.." Looking at the paramedic, he sighed "Are you sure she's going to be okay... she doesn't need to be checked out or anything?"

"I told you he was a panicker.." You giggled to her, causing a huff to fall out your boyfriends lips.

"She's going to be fine sir.." She smiled friendly "We had all the facilities to deal with her injuries in the ambulance... in total (y/n) had 8 stitches.." Max flinched as he heard the number, looking down at you as you gave him a sincere smile "But we don't believe to think there is any internal damage to her body, he Obs came back totally normal and she passed the cognitive test... of course, if you would like to go get a CT scan to double check we can take you both down to the local clinic.."

Before he could speak, you interrupted "No thank you... I'll be okay.." "Are you sure baby?" He sighed, giving your shoulders a quick squeeze "Don't you think we should just get it checked, just in case it is anything more..."

Shaking your head, you smiled leaning up to kiss his lips "I just want to go home..."

"Very well then.." The paramedic smiled, handing you over a leaflet "If you change your mind your local centre is here.. just pop in anytime for a check over..."

"Thank you so much.."

"No worries, take care..."

As they walked away, you looked up to find Max looking at you with a worrying look "What's up handsome?"

He didn't want to be the vulnerable one right now, not after what you had just gone through. He didn't want to cry or break down in the middle of the road about how he could have lost you. How the accident could of been worst and he'd once again leave in a world were he didn't have you.

Pushing the unthinkable thoughts away, he shook his head, putting his hand on the small of your back as he guided you to his car "Nothing baby..." He sighed "I'm just happy your okay that's all.."

"I'll always come back to you.." You giggled, getting in as he pecked your cheek "Not even a speeding car or a lamppost could stop that.."

His heart melted at your words, even after all of your years together you still made him feel exactly the same... "Stop it.." He chuckled, fastening your seatbelt before going over to his side "You could of killed out there... your never driving alone again!"

"You going to wrap me in bubble wrap to.." You teased as he made sure you seatbelt was tight "I just want you to be safe that's all.." He mumbled over the starting engine.

"As long as I'm with you I'll always be safe.." You smiled "Even if your job is driving a car more than 200 mph!"

"At least your funny bone wasn't damaged.." He chuckled, shooting you a playful glare as he went past the store "Did you get everything you needed anyway?"

"Max!" You gasped, causing him to look at you panicked "They took the groceries! We need to go back so I can make you breakfast.."

"No we're not.." He laughed, placing his hand on your thigh "We are going straight home and your going to rest on the couch while I order us something... you are not doing a thing missus, you hear me?"

"Yes Max..." You groaned, giving him a salute as if he was your master "When did you get so bossy, officer Verstappen.."

"Since my girlfriend decided to crash into a lamppost.." He chuckled teasingly "Besides it's not even time for breakfast anymore... you'll have be gordan ramsey tomorrow now.."

"Fine..." You groaned "But promise me I can do it for you!"

"I promise!" He smiled, leaning over the system to peck your lips "I'll get the bubble wrap ready!"

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen one shot #red bull #formula one #f1 #f1 blurb #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen

[ronearoundblindly]

Sweet requests 💙 I would love some sweet Jake Jensen or Steve Rogers. Reader and then have been fighting, and reader is ready to give up, but their man won’t let them. Please and thank you!

Rerouted, a Jake Jensen x Reader tale

Warnings for some language and innuendo, angst, kinda hurt/comfort due to miscommunication and insecurities. WC 2.7k

Summary: Vacation with your boyfriend is a disaster.

You’ve had smoother starts to vacations, that’s the truth.

Delayed flights. Turbulence. Arriving before check-in with a raging headache.

Jake did his (awkward) damnedest to sweet-talk the desk clerk to let you both into the room early, but his attempts failed and you put those thick headphones right back on and crashed on a lobby chair. You feel his bouncing leg shake the cushions gently as he sits guard over your luggage.

Though your head feels a little better, you need to shower before any real relaxation can happen. You shuffle your feet on the industrial hallway carpet and stare at the back of Jake’s sneakers.

The heavy steel door smacks you hard in the arm when he lets go just at the moment you turn to adjust the rollers of your bag.

“Dammit,” you hiss.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?”

It takes every fiber of your being to simply respond, “yeah.”

You immediately announce your intention to hog the bathroom for a nice long cleanse of your body, mind, and soul.

Jake asks for five minutes first.

Sure. Poop all you want, bud. It’s not like your very first international getaway as a couple has gone swimmingly so far…

You try some stretches to relieve a kink in that weird place below your neck and between your shoulders but not quite over your spine. Worst spot ever. Maybe the shower can heal all travel wounds?

Your boyfriend gives you the all-clear, but you didn’t even hear him close the door or flush. Whatever. He knows it’s your territory now. A forfeit is a forfeit.

A long while later you emerge a modicum improved with a clear head and the memory of not charging your toothbrush overnight. You had to sacrifice a cute beach coverup to make space for the charger. No matter because you’ve got time now.

You change into one of your swimsuits and a light maxi dress, throwing out a comment that some drinks poolside might be a good jumpstart to the trip, but Jake doesn’t move. He’s playing on his laptop.

That joke? The one where ‘you can take the man out of the tech but you can’t take the tech out of the man?’ Yeah, that doesn’t apply to Jake Jensen. It’ll be a cold day in hell when he leaves it all behind, but you check things on your phone all the time, too. Fair is fair.

You unplug what you think is one of the hotel’s complimentary devices—sad blow dryer or shitty coffee maker or something—and set your brush up. 

A quick glance in the mirror gives you a boost. Your skin looks pretty great, all things considered, and you have that new lip gloss to—

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

You jump in alarm, barely able to get to the bathroom door before Jake is right there.

“JESUS FUCK, WHAT DID YOU—fuck.” He rips your charger out of the wall to replace the other black plug. Jake doesn’t even look at you before huffing out “don’t TOUCH that” and racing back to his open laptop on the bed.

“Fuckfuckfuck, come on,” he mutters.

“Are you working?” you screech once it hits you that the device is some sort of signal amplifier. You aren’t tech illiterate, but you aren’t Jake’s level. He knows the golden rule is no work on your together time though.

“It’s important. I have to…there—“ he scrambles to type something out, zoned entirely into his computer.

His computer. Open to work. On your vacation. Which he brought extra equipment for.

Then you see another router on the small desk, and another on his bedside table.

And you’ve suddenly had enough.

“One day, Jay. One day,” you burst. “You couldn’t even give me one damn day of our own vacation.”

That momentary zen you felt flushes right down the toilet with your composure. Tears immediately sting the corners of your eyes. It’s all you can do to snatch sunglasses and a room key from the desk corner and walk out.

“Babe, wait, I just need a—“

The door shuts, fast as ever, loud as fucking thunderclap, and you’re barefoot in the hallway.

You do not fucking care and keep walking toward the pool.

One overly sweet and dangerously delicious cocktail later, Jake still hasn’t come to find you. You sit at the shaded bar with your hand over your eyes to take in the view since these are Jake’s prescription sunglasses you’ve taken. Either option is not great for the last dregs of a headache.

Cocktail number two it is…

Mercifully, clouds roll in. Not the kind that deters guests from the pool or beach. Nothing threatening the splendor of this perfect destination.

You walk to the edge of the pool deck and sip, waiting, alone.

Several times your brain tricks you into turning back, thinking Jake’s come out, thinking he’s groveling behind you. Do you even hope for that? Do you want him to sweep you off your feet? Do you believe him if he comes up with promises upon promises to put the work away, to instead put all that effort into you two?

You have no idea, so you just keep sipping until slurping on air and plunking the empty onto a free lounge chair.

Sputtering and coughing ring to your right.

“Dear god—” Jake wipes his mouth, holding a full coconut husk of your drink of choice “—is that what diabetes tastes like?”

He tries to hand you his peace offering, the peace offering he’s now taken some of and insulted. You turn back to the ocean, and Jake continues to squint harshly, nose scrunched so hard that you can see his teeth.

“Got something in my pocket—“ he smirks “—or maybe I’m just happy to see ya.”

Silence. He can’t hold the gag.

“It’s Tylenol. I grabbed Tylenol for your head.”

When you still don’t cave, he starts twitching, fumbling around with his watch, and clearing his throat.

“I wasn’t—there wasn’t supposed to be a—“ he swivels to look around him and steps closer “—a gig today, but then…boss, um, he—“ Jake waves his free hand out to help illustrate his lack of euphemisms for classified ops “—bungled a…a staging and—fuck it. I give up. He’s an idiot, and I’m a dick, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want them to get hurt if I could help.”

“You always have to help them, Jay. It never stops. I don’t see this working if you can’t step away for one damn day. I’m not this girl,” you fuss, “and I don’t want to date that guy.”

The wind picks up a little, swishing your hair around the makeshift headband of Jake’s sunglasses. You take pity and return them. He doesn’t put them on immediately though, his look guilty, replying in a soft and broken tone.

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I’m trying.”

“I am, too.” You square your shoulders to his and rip the drink out of his hand. “But isn’t trying and trying and not succeeding just failing in slow motion? Because that’s what it feels like to me every time you choose a machine over me.”

“That’s not fair.”

Your glare stops that line cold.

“What I mean is—ok, this is too…” Jake puts on the dark sunglasses. “Imagine my very sincere, partially-blind eyes when I say this is the best I’ve got. You know I don’t know how to be—“

“I swear to god if you say ‘lovah,’ Jake Jensen.” Little shit is always making a joke out of everything.

Since that is exactly what he was about to say, Jake cocks his hip and scratches his goatee. “Fine. Boyfriend. I’ve never gotten this far with someone, but I want it. I want this. I want it with you. I can’t be better until—ya know—try shit to do the best I can and maybe, actually, get better.”

You bitterly sip your sweet treat, saying flatly, “Charming.”

“I only had my job before—“ he pets his big hands down your bare arms “—you know that. It’s hard to switch off. And I am sorry. I did not intend to jump onto a…call the second we got here.“

Poking at the ice in your drink isn’t distracting enough. You’re mad and hurt. This vacation was supposed to cut you off from all that, to give you and Jake time to hang together uninterrupted, and most importantly, to feel like you were enough excitement and company for the guy inoculated from excitement by years of intense shit.

You do not feel like enough now.

“You brought an entire suitcase worth of equipment,” you say flatly.

“Force of habit,” he counters, trying to move his hands to your waist, but you step back. “It’s like a safety net. You pack an extra outfit per day and I come with…an extra router, couple of splitters, a sat phone, and…whatnot. Same sorta difference.”

“I don’t want to be on vacation with a sat phone and a split couple of wires.”

“Right. I understand that. I know it’s not…ideal.”

“And the next four days are going to be?”

“Ooh,” Jake hisses and makes a face, “if Pooch can survive that long without me, it’ll be a miracle.” He scratches the back of his head while you stare him down again.  “What?”

You clutch your drink, bunch up a bit of your skirt, and storm off down the boardwalk to the ocean.

It takes Jake a hot second.

“No. Hey! Come on,” he pleads quietly, hoping not to attract the attention of other guests while he chases you to the beach.

When Jake first approached you at a bar with the worst pickup line you’d ever heard, it was cute, endearing in an ‘I can fix him’ kind of way, but maybe you aren’t strong enough. You can’t just be training wheels while he gets his shit together. You’re not going to be some fucktoy in the corner and wait for him to get sick of you—or yell at you for doing something wrong—because then he’ll only associate you with being some sort of practice, a relationship that was doomed since he’ll want to start fresh with someone else who never fights with him, someone who understands this tech shit, someone who never gets angry, someone who isn’t insecure about—“

“I’m sorry I yelled,” Jake says, finally grabbing your arm to spin you around. “You are not practice.”

Did you…were you muttering all that…out loud? How strong are these drinks??

He jumps in front of your path when you attempt to flee, embarrassment warming you more than the shaded sun.

“No. No, I am not great at this. I’m doing everything wrong, and, babe, I know that.” Jake wildly talks with his hands and walks backward while you slog through loose sand. “I also know that you have put up with every stupid ass stunt I’ve pulled trying to impress you or be the guy I think you deserve. Which I am also convinced is some dude way better than me anyhow. Please don’t. Please don’t say you’re done with me. I can’t ruin this. You’re the best girl I’ve ever b—“

Jake cuts himself off with a wince.

Your head snaps up.

“Oh my god,” you shriek. “Were you just gonna say banged? I’m the best bang, REALLY?”

“Bagged,” he corrects with a sad flick of the wrist, “I was saying bagged, but then I knew it was wrong so I stopped and I’ve made it worse, haven’t I? Seriously if you just give me five minutes, I can look up the most spectacular apology. I can deep fake that cat from the Tiktoks you like reciting Shakespeare if you want just please—”

“Damn it, Jay. Get it through your head. I don’t want your rehearsed version of being a boyfriend, and for one weekend, I didn’t want to share you with your whole team.”

His eyebrows shoot up over the dark lenses. “Kinky,” he whistles. “Wait, no, I’m sor—”

“Go fuck yourself.” You walk away down the resort shore.

He infuriatingly does not follow this time, and instead, you hear his pathetic call “You look nice by the way. I like that dress.”

When that’s all you’ve gotten by a few seconds later, you glance to see Jake, too, walking away. That’s not right; he’s supposed to grovel. He’s supposed to keep following to convince you he loves you.

Sucking your drink down, you dump the ice, umbrella, and straw onto the sand and lob the coconut at Jake’s retreating form. You don’t have great aim.

It bounces straight off his ass and makes him yelp in surprise.

“What the—did you just…”

You puff out your chest, unashamed, as Jake’s mouth gapes open. He slowly stretches to his full height and adjusts his glasses.

“Why you little...“

“Yeah? What are you gonna—eek!”

 He’s after you.

You squeal and bolt down to the water in a zigzag to evade him.

“I’ll get you, minx,” Jake roars into the wind.

You can’t help but laugh as you barely dodge him. It’s easy for a special ops guy to catch a civilian in a long dress trying to run on wet sand, but Jake grins the whole time and lets you have a few extra moves before his arms wrap your waist.

He lifts you off the ground.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” he growls playfully in your ear, holding you tight as you thrash a little. 

It’s a fit of giggles for him to wrestle you into a hug, facing him. Jake’s still smiling, breathing heavier but not from any great exertion. He rests his forehead against yours, the wire rim of his sunglasses brushing your eyebrows.

“How’s your head feeling, baby?” His hands stroke your sides tenderly, and you sigh, a few more toxic fumes of anger releasing into the breeze.

“Um,” you assess, squinting, “better than my feet.”

You’ve dug the wrung of a barstool into your arch, stood on hot cement, traipsed across a sharp-shelled beach, and run over the solid, water-logged shore, all barefoot.

“I can help with that.” Jake kisses the tip of your nose and sweeps you up bridal style.

After an involuntary scream of alarm, you clutch at his neck. “That’s not necessary.”

“I know, but that’s the point. How else are you supposed to know how unnecessarily crazy I am about you?” For a complete nerd, your boyfriend is quite built. “And I’m gonna guess you are ‘throwing coconuts’ crazy about me, maybe?”

“God help me, I am.”

“Yeah? Glad you dig losers, babe, because I’m the biggest one you can find.” 

As he makes his way up the wooden steps back to the pool, you grip his flexed bicep. “Yeah, you are…”

He puts you down by the tap to rinse your feet, spraying first yours, then his.

“See,” he whispers, standing and moving you both out of the way for a large family to use the water, “I like ‘em frisky, too, so we’re a perfect match.” He keeps his voice very low. “I can think of at least one thing to do to keep you off those poor feet for a few hours.”

You bite your lip, and even though you can’t see his eyes through the mirror-finish, you know he’s affected by that move. “What’s that?”

He gets bashful and ducks his face off to the side--he’s not very smooth with dirty talk. He knows you love to tease him though. He also…loves being teased.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze, your own small ‘I’m sorry.’

Jake pushes up his sunglasses and beams with a snort of approval. “Well, it starts with ordering room service and then unplugging everything…”

A/N: Thank you for waiting since mid-December for this one, but I'm finally pleased with how it turned out. Sadly, I thought of the fight scenario way back when, and just kept blanking on a way to dig them back out of it. I really, really did not want a bunch of promises and excuses and it was important to me that it not be a one-sided issue. Relationships are, in fact, a two-way street after all!!!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @peyton-warren and I don't really know anyone else for a Jake tag, but yeah, let me know...

#ro answers #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x you #the losers fanfiction #jake jenson x reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[ssweeterthanfiction]

The grammys; 1978

Billy had seen her on the carpet earlier, and she looked stunning. Wearing a sparkling light purple maxi dress with a matching shawl in a darker purple shade draped over her shoulders, and her hair in an elegant updo, she outshined everyone on the carpet.

The papers had been calling her the “pop princess” and with her recent wind of fame, she was living up to her name. With her hit single, “Read Your Mind” hitting no. 1 on the billboard charts. She was finally getting everything she had worked for and deserved. And she really deserved it. After a tumultuous relationship with Billy Dunne, the frontman of Daisy Jones and The Six, she needed this.

Well, it wasn’t much of a relationship. He could hook up with as many girls as he wanted to, but she could never be with anyone but him because she was “his” girl. Between the girls, the drinking, the drugs, she finally had enough and disappeared from his life for 3 months.

And when she did come back, it was in the form of a radio station announcing her new album “Midnight’s Regrets.”

Billy was livid. She just disappeared, she never called, never left messages, she was just gone. And now she comes out with an album?

Bullshit.

What sucked most, the album was actually amazing. Debuting at number one, she was basking in the glory. And after the nominations for the grammy’s were announced…Billy wasn’t…happy to say the least. Sure, being nominated for record of the year was great and all, but he really wanted album of the year. But that honor would go to Midnight’s Regrets. As well as song of the year and best new artist. So while Billy’s band got 1 nomination, she got 3 nominations.

And now here they were, walking the red carpet. So close yet so far.

It was rumored that she was supposed to be performing, but she hadn’t confirmed anything to the media. But as the night went on, as everyone exited the carpet, they were seated, as groups and artists received their awards and gave acceptance speeches, Billy kept glancing back at her. They hadn’t spoken since she left him. Everytime he looked back at her, he was reminded about what he lost. He was reminded at how he would tell her she was replaceable, how she was like every other girl.

As the ceremony broke for commercials, Billy decided he was going to at least attempt to talk to her. But as he walked to her table, she was gone. After looking around for a few seconds, he decided to just go back to his table. There was some work going on the main stage but he payed no mind to it. But right as the ceremony went back on air, and once the host announced the next performer, that’s when Billy found out the rumors about her performance were true.

There she was, dancing, spinning and singing the lyrics to Read Your Mind on stage. The song was obviously about the so called “relationship” she had with Billy. With the mixture of her snarky lyrics and her attitude, she had the audience in the palm of her hand. And her outfit. Oh god her outfit. In a pink mini satin dress that had black lace trimmings as well as platform white gogo boots, she stole the show.

Billy could swear that she would look at him from the stage. And when she did, it was like she was singing the song directly at him. He couldn’t help but smirk as she stared him down as she hit her high note. Sure, she was singing about how he treated her badly, but after a “talk” with her after her performance, he was sure that her next album would be full of love songs, maybe even a song that featured the six.

check out the full billy fic here :)

(omg first time i have the confidence to write something and post it!! anyways ik it isn’t the best but i swear the next one will be better 🙏 anyways got super inspired by mrsnancywheeler and her little posts abt billy so yea :) live laugh love billy dunne)

#billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #djats #djats x reader #djats fic

[scenetocause]

hiii i was just wondering if it was you that wrote the max/ lando/ luisa fic where they changed genders? and max like stays a girl? i’ve been back reading nortrell and absolutely loved reading this one the first time. i can’t find the fic anymore and if it was you that wrote it, did you delete it?

it was me! it is here. also your other ask led to me looking at it and being like on what planet did i rate this mature it's got like, several dp scenes haha what.

for something that was pure whimsy cus someone on a discord server was like lol there should be mandinha sex swap fic it's one of my favourites. in retrospect it probably should have been clearer to me that i am not at all cis earlier on lol.

here's a little drabble to make up for making my own fic completely fucking unsearchable with my bizarro rating assessments. ("nsfw i guess" there)

It's not exactly news that Lando likes tits. Especially Max's. So she could've thought through wearing a bikini a bit more thoroughly but Lando's been away for weeks and Luisa's been on Strictly or whatever and there frankly hasn't been nearly enough attention on her from either of them.

And it's the first sunny day in London for ages. She'd definitely have her top off if she was a boy right now, so she can lie on the sofa in a sunbeam soaking up the warmth if she wants.

Until Lando's blocking the light, anyway, eyes crinkled with glee. "Maxy, oh my god."

"What? Get out of the sunbeam, mate, you're in the way."

Lando ignores her but does at least crouch down so he can trail his hand up Max's waist, cup his stupidly massive palm over her tit. "You're so hot."

"I'm fucking freezing actually, it was nice in the sun but some bloke's fucked that up."

Lando just rolls his eyes, picks Max up off the sofa with an ease she's still not sure if she's jealous of or can't help enjoying. It takes her breath away a little bit, sometimes, that the guy so tiny he had to be velcro-ed into a fucking kart could throw her around, now.

Even if the way her body changed was different (sudden, all at once, no years of carving muscle in the gym) it's crazy to think how much they've grown, still with each other. Makes her a bit soppy about it, maybe, so she has to hide her face in Lando's hoodie while he's putting her down on the bed and then tucking her in.

"Warm now?" He's a fucking weapon, this guy. Lying on top of the duvet, on Max, so she's basically pinned down.

"Be warmer if you got in, Bob." She's missed him. Got to into her own head while he was off driving laps of Bahrain and making heart-eyes at a more successful ex-Renault junior.

Lando relents easily because she's going to let him fuck her. Might even be up for anal, if he wants that. Sometimes they like it, as a throwback to how they used to fuck and Lando's dick feels pretty good anywhere.

Under the duvet his hands get everywhere, undoing the ties on Max's (well, Luisa's) bikini and slipping it off her, down into the foot of the bed somewhere.

"God. Your tits are so great." Lando's doing something with his mouth, between them, that's really not very far off motorboating and Max would object but it's the weird attention she's been craving. All Lando shit, unfocussed and a bit mental.

"D'you think you could do F1 Academy?" Obviously that's the kind of mad thing Lando asks when they're about to fuck.

"Bob, no. I don't know? Maybe." Callum could probably ask. She might, just to race again. Maybe. Maybe she could actually take a fight to Doriane. Or, mortifyingly, find herself massively off the pace. It's a big gamble.

"Could be the Silverstone wildcard. Be all sexy, we can both win." Alright, Mr confidence.

"Don't think they're racing there." Max kisses him, tries to get Lando's brain back on the job at hand by stroking his dick through his joggers. "C'mon, make me come and then I'll show you what Connor's done to his hair."

#emptyhalf fic

[sourstroll]

From the Five Word Sentences prompt list :]

Tags: Maxiel, blood, descriptions of violence, pain kink, bar owner!Max

14. “No need to be gentle.”

Daniel’s doubled over, hands on his knees, blood gushing from his nose when he spits the sarcastic remark. He can taste his own blood, can see it seeping into the dirt below them. He doesn’t have to look down at himself to know he’s probably covered in it, too.

Max is shaking his hand vigorously, not having expected the punch to hurt him more than it hurt Daniel.

“Shut up,” Max groaned, already seeing the way his knuckles were bruising, smeared with Daniel’s blood and shaking with adrenaline. He’d never punched anyone before, but Daniel brought it out of him, this fiery temper that couldn’t be roused by anyone else.

Max took a step towards Daniel with purpose, grabbing his jaw firmly and forcing him to stand back up, making him look at him. “The next time I see you talking to that prick, it will be worse, do you understand?” Max barked.

Daniel gave Max a bloody smile in return, cheeks squished between his nimble fingers. Max’s accent is thicker when he’s angry, something Daniel can’t help but love even as Max threatens to hurt him again. I deserved it, Daniel thinks fleetingly, because he does. He’d been chatting up that prick all night, shamelessly, right in front of Max. Daniel wants to say he doesn’t know why he does it, why he flirts like he’s single, why he makes sure Max can see it all unfold before him, but he does know why. It’s moments like these where he feels Max at his strongest, at his most devoted to him, cursing him yet giving him another chance, just because he loved him.

Daniel nodded, eyes half-lidded and dark as they gazed back at Max. “You know I like it when it hurts, Maxie,” Daniel teased, gasping when Max let go of his face to instead push at his chest, forcing his back to slam against the brick wall behind them. It’s darker in this alley than he’d like, but it’s the only quiet place to air their grievances when the bar was especially packed tonight. Max looks scarier than usual in the dimness of the night, shadows casted on his face just so to make him look especially insane.

Max grabbed a fistful of Daniel’s shirt, looking crazed for a second, like he might just punch Daniel again. He surged forward instead, lips hitting Daniel’s in a searing kiss. He kissed Daniel hungrily, not minding the slippery feeling of blood against his lips, or the taste of it as Daniel reciprocated, welcoming it all as he shoved his tongue down his throat.

They’re both breathless when they pull away, now both equally messy.

“I will see you at home,” Max said lowly, wiping his face on the brown leather of his jacket and digging through his pocket, fishing his keys out of it and putting them in Daniel’s hand. He could get a ride from Charles later, since they’d both be closing up tonight. Max doesn’t say another word as he opened the door back into the bar, loud music and neon lights flooding the alley for a moment before the door closed gently behind him.

Daniel was left in silence, a face-splitting smile spread across his face. He looked down at the keys in his hand, his line of sight catching the unseemly bulge in his jeans, pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. He’d make sure Max did something about that later, once Daniel cleaned up and made sure his nose wasn’t broken.

#sourwrites #maxiel #Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo #333 #five word sentences

[my-soupy-brain]

ted would be SO lovely if y/n were pregnant with their child

Oh yes he would. What an absolutely doting, protective, caring man he'd be. Waiting on your every whim. So excited to be a dad again. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Smut: A lil smut but mostly fluff.

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You woke in the morning to Ted watching your belly, poking out from your nightshirt, your pants around your hips, and your belly on full display.

His warm hand was gently on it, and he was smiling.

"G'morning, honey," you say dreamily opening your eyes. "What are ya doin'?"

His eyes are big with wonder.

"I can feel them kickin' away in there, like they're in a match against Man City," Ted answers, chuckling lightly.

You smile, putting your hand over his.

"They must be showing off for their dad," you reply brightly, Ted leaning up to kiss your lips.

"I can't believe it... that we made a life... that I get to be a dad again..." Ted murmurs, his hand stroking your tummy, a couple of ripples under the skin of the Little Lasso moving around, doing bicycle kicks or whatever they're up to in there.

Ever since you and Ted got married, you were eager to start a family but not too soon, wanting to enjoy the honeymoon period. Exactly two years and 34 days into your marriage (but who's counting) you found out you were pregnant.

Ted could've launched into space with excitement.

He called Henry right away to tell him the news, and Henry - well, he's taking big brotherdom very seriously, already deciding how he'll protect his little sibling from anyone who tries to hurt them.

And once your morning sickness set in, Ted was always at your side. Beard and Roy were good colleagues, letting him sit out some mornings to stay home with you. He came to every doctor's appointment, knowing the answers to the questions already but still wanting to be there every step of the way.

Dinners were always something he wanted to take on, making sure you ate properly and didn't stand on your feet too long, especially now that they're swelling.

"Can I get you anything, sugar? Breakfast in bed?" he asks hopefully. You smile.

"I'll take some buttered toast in cocoa if you're offering, I've got a bit of heartburn this morning..."

Ted's eyes worry immediately, and then relaxes. He knows you know what to do, and what you're asking for will help calm your stomach.

"Be right back in two shakes!" he says, hopping out of bed. He pulls on a white t-shirt and leaves the room in his boxer briefs, making you smile and whimper -- your hormones are doing lots of crazy things but how you've wanted your man has never changed.

He comes back with a bed tray, propped and ready to set over you, except your belly won't allow it.

"Little Lasso is just not going to be contained!" you joke, rubbing your stretched skin. Ted removes the tray and instead holds the plate for you while you nibble on the toast.

Once you finish your light breakfast, you pad your way into the bathroom, holding your back and waddling. You're still a month away but the pain is real and uncomfortable sometimes. You hold it together because you can't wait to have a family with the man of your dreams.

When you emerge from the bathroom in one of your long maternity maxi dresses, Ted smiles from ear to ear.

"Darlin', you're absolutely breathtaking," he says, leaning in to hug you and kiss your cheek.

"Thanks... I feel... not breathtaking," you murmur with a giggle, holding your tummy. You love the little life growing inside but all of these changes also make you feel...undesirable.

"You're radiant, glowing. Golly...how did I get so lucky..." he murmurs almost to himself.

Ted brings you back to the bed, kneeling in front of you, picking up your foot, and massaging it. It feels so good to have some blood circulation in your toes.

"Honey, I told you once and I'll tell you every day for the rest of my life -- you're the most beautiful creature that walks this fine earth, and just as much if not more because you're carrying our little one with you," Ted says gently but firmly, moving to the other foot to massage.

"I know the mystery of life is beautiful, but it... has changed my body so much," your lip quivers, your hormones kicking off ALL THE THINGS today apparently.

He kneels up to you, cupping your face in his hands as he looks into your eyes...

"You're the most beautiful thing in my world," he whispers to your lips. "When we met, yesterday, when you're head's in the toilet, this morning, when you're screaming in the delivery room, and the days that follow... you'll always be the most gorgeous, perfect woman I've ever met..."

...

Ted decides a date night is in order. Staying in, so you don't have to walk too far. He orders takeout pasta to meet your craving and puts a movie on to snuggle up with you.

His hand settles on your tummy, where Little Lasso is again kicking like a maniac.

"They're really active today, huh?" you ask, laughing at how it feels. "I bet they'll be a good dancer like their daddy."

Ted chuckles again.

"And with your good looks and beautiful brain, they'll be a triple threat of talent," he adds.

When you look up, he leans down to kiss your lips, running his tongue along them, deepening the kiss. It sparks a fire in you and before you know it, the movie no largely ignored as you pull him in by his soft hair, your hands touching every inch of him.

He coaxes you to his lap, sliding your panties down. You're worried you're too heavy.

"Are you sure about...this?" you ask pensively. You can't help but look down at your stomach, feeling self-conscious.

Ted, again, holds your face in his gentle hands.

"I want you every time I touch ya, doll, but if you aren't comfortable..." he says, his hands stroking your back.

"No, I want you... more than anything, Teddy...but..."

"God, you're just beautiful. Just... the most beautiful woman on earth." "And you, Little Lasso. Ears closed. Mom and Dad need to take care of something..." he says, winking at you and kissing your neck.

His joke makes you relax, he returns soft, stready kisses, his hands caressing your every curve. He touches you sensually, sparking all the right sensations.

And your worries melt away as you make soft, sensual love on your comfortable couch, whispering beautiful things, sighing, and smiling as you kiss.

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TA-DA! Not only would Ted take good care of you while you're pregnant, but he would also be such a doting husband and find you so incredibly attractive. I had to work that in somewhere. Hope you enjoyed - thanks for the prompt!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #pregnant reader x ted lasso #oh goodness he'd be such a good husband and father

[bibs-world]

Promises | 1

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Words: 1500-ish?

Summary: Max has won many consecutive races, now and it's not leaving that good of an effect on him from your prespective...

Warnings: Ansgt, sadness, heartbreak, tears and mention of a heart disease and I'm sorry

Notes: I love Max, istg but I just got the idea and I couldn't resist, I'm sorry, again 😭

Part 2

You smiled lightly as you watched your boyfriend take a picture with his team after his win in the Netherlands, his home. You were very happy for him, he had the champion in his hand now and in the next few races he could already be the world champion if luck is on his side.

Gulping lightly, you turned around only to find Jos right in front of you.

"Mr. Verstappen, hey." You chuckled awkwardly at the man, taking a step back or else you'd be in his embrace.

"Hey, Y/N." He greeted you back. "Why aren't you celebrating with Max?" He questioned light-heartedly as your breathing stopped, chest squeezing painfully.

Well, he hasn't acknowledged my presence the whole time we've been here since I've been distancing myself.

You shrugged it off, wrapping your arms around yourself for self support and warmth. "I don't wanna be that clingy girlfriend." Shaking your head, you looked down at your feet.

"Alright." He nodded skeptically, patting your shoulder gently as he walked past you.

You sighed to yourself, blinking away the moisture in your eyes while raising your head up slightly, only to lock eyes with Sergio who's been asking very, very strange questions to you this whole weekend.

Your eyes widened slightly before you walked off, fetching yourself a coffee since it's been your only loyal companion.

***

"Yeah, I'll see you there, for sure...Alright, bye." He hung up the phone while you rested your head against the window. You've just landed in Belgium and he's off to meet some old friend who you were too tired to ask about.

"Y/N!" Max called, a bit...harshly as you snapped your head towards him.

"Yeah?" You asked, frowning at him with a weird feeling building up in your stomach.

"I've been calling your name for ages. Are you okay? You're sweaty." He asked, glancing between you and the traffic before him.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You mumbled, wrapping your jacket tighter around you from the coldness you felt.

"Are you sure? I could turn on the A/C-"

"No!" You snapped, realizing your mistake before you cleared your throught. "Don't turn it on. I think I have some kind of fever, or something." You waved him off, leaning your head back against the window.

"We could go to the hospital if you want." He suggested, looking over at your overly pale complexion worriedly. He was a bit guilty, having been busy most of the time and not paying enough attention to you, and when he had a free time and went to look for you, you'd disappear into thin air and no one would know where you are, it upset him and made him think of the worst. Not you cheating, oh no, he was afraid that you were bored of him, maybe and you wouldn't wanna be with him anymore after the two years you'd spent together.

"They won't be able to do anything, Maxie." You sighed sadly, "They did what they could and the rest is left in the hands of fate."

"What are you talking about?" He chuckled nervously, sensing a double meaning behind your words.

You turned and smiled at him slightly. "Nothing, love. Just get us home."

***

"You alright?" Sergio asked you, coming to stand at your corner.

You nodded cautiously. "Yeah, why?" You didn't dare look up at him, he was way too good at reading you.

"You don't seem it. Why are you hiding it from us?" He asked you, his voice was stern and a bit scary to you.

"Hiding what, Checo? There's nothing to hide." You chuckled, leaning against the wall while watching Max talk with GP.

"I've seen you take the medicine. And you should tell Max before its too late." He warned you, glaring down at you.

You gulped, finally looking up at him. "You didn't tell him, right?" Your once happy voice, the cheerful one that would make anyone smile once you start talking to them, was fragile and weak; afraid.

He sighed. He couldn't blame you, at all. It wasn't something you could control, but you could at least tell Max, he deserved to know.

"It's not my place, but its yours. Tell him, Y/N."

You shook your head vigoruosly, tears brimming at your eyes but, thankfully, refusing to fall. "I can't. He's happy, now. I don't wanna be the one to ruin that and make him worry about me. He should focus on his track and car-"

"Who should?" Fuck.

"No one." You and Sergio both said at the same time, not turning to meet Max.

"There's obviously someone and I think I should know." He demanded, crossing his arms.

Sergio nodded. "I have to go. You sort it out." And then, he was gone. He just left you there like that.

Max turned to you as you looked up at him. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him, definitely not at his home race. You'd wait, until you were back in Monaco.

"Are you going to tell me, Y/N?" He asked you, frowning down at you.

You shook your head. "I can't, Maxie. Not now. I'll tell you when we're home, okay?" You put your hand on his chest reassuringly, but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand away slightly.

The action broke your heart slightly, but you let him. "Are you going to break up with me?"

It was like a silver arrow shot to your heart and then someone took it and began stabbing you, over and over and over and over again...

"No. God, no, Max. I'd never ever think of that." You shook your head at him, the tears that you'd just rid coming back full force again.

"It seems like you are." He dropped your hand, taking a step away from you.

You wouldn't let him. You wouldn't let him leave you or think that you're leaving him. Yes, you are slowly leaving him, but it's out of your hand.

You took that step towards him, placing both your hands on his cheeks and tilting his head down so he'd meet your eyes.

"Never, ever, think of that, Max, okay?" Your voice was cracking as you spoke, a lone tear rolling down your cheek. "I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts me sometimes. Get that through your thick head and never forget it, okay? Even if you don't love me anymore, I'd still love you, Max and that's a promise. You're my man, my protector, my angel, my champion and hero, okay? I need you like I need air to breathe and I'd never even have a passing thought of leaving you."

The tears were falling down your cheeks silently as you frowned up at the love of your life who was on the verge of tears as well. He knew there was something up and it thankfully wasn't what he thought, but now he feels its something worse, something that could scar his heart forever.

"Okay?" You demanded, shaking his head slightly to prove your point.

He nodded rapidly, leaning down till his forehead rested against yours. "Okay."

#max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1

[thetruearchmagos]

The Commonwealth Calls

An Excerpt: Steel Clad Coffins

Well, damn if it hasn't been a hot minute since I did a Prose! Writing's been a real pain recently, but I just can't resist this particular WIP. Still trying to figure out how it'll go once the shooting starts, but I hope you enjoy the 'calm before the storm'.

Tagging @athenswrites @theprissythumbelina @caxycreations @hessdalen-globe @nerdexer

Major Hilda Goyan spent the drive back to her squadron’s assembly area in silence. Sergeant Klein, sitting at the wheels of the LUV-412 light utility vehicle, was happy enough to oblige. Both hussars had been on their feet for nearly three days straight, and it wasn’t hard to savour silence when you spent eight hours a day inside a screaming metal box.

The staff car pulled into A Squadron’s current assembly area just as night began to fall. Fourteen Champion armtracks and a dozen or so attendant auxiliary vehicles were nestled in a shallow valley between two wooded ridges, as safe as they could make them from prying eyes in the sky. War had a habit of complicating maintenance schedules, and Goyan’s mechanics were working overtime whenever they could snatch the chance to keep the battle wagons in fighting condition.

Klein pulled up at the foot of one of the ridges, where two armtracks sat apart from the rest, nestled in the trees and covered with green netting. A squat metal box of a vehicle was even deeper into the woods, and its lack of a turret or any armament at all marked it out as a mobile command post. Figures scurried about here and there under the netting, and as Goyan stepped out of the car and waved away her driver, one of them took off towards her.

“Evening, boss! How’s ol’ Shah doing?”

“Well enough, Maxy. I’d say the threat of sudden action’s put a kick in him again.”

Lieutenant Maximillian Schafer smiled. Goyan’s executive officer tossed her a cold can of beer, from his rapidly dwindling personal cache, and fell in two steps behind his Major and to her right.

“Guess that explains why 2nd Platoon's just come back. I’m guessing none of the other squadrons need ‘em?”

“Not with how the Colonel’s planned things. Shah wants his armour in one piece for the raid. This time tomorrow, we'll either be charging through once they hit something interesting, or covering them if it all goes to shit.”

“Lovely, boss. I’ll tell the troopers the good news.”

#writing #writeblr #my writing #my wips #worldbuilding #original writing

[virtualpeople]

Your Sims look amazing! Can tou share some resources for skins, face masks, sliders, etc. you are using? Do you have any advice for making Sims?

Thank you so much :D and sure, always happy to share resources!

Sliders: I download every single slider I see because I love messing around with them (even if it does the same thing as another one I already have, chances are it does that thing in a slightly different way that could be useful), so that’s basically everything from here or here

Skins: All the ones I currently use are in this reply here, though every sim I create gets a ton of face shaders, nosemasks and the like so half the time the skins end up looking notably different

Face masks: I've hoarded a ton of stuff over the years, so I'll only include stuff like face shaders here so I actually get to sleep tonight, but here's a few of my favourites (or at least, the ones which I can find, some are proving to be a bit illusive):

simplelife's face shadow, highlights, wrinkles and face kit

rensim’s Old Facekit & Circonflex Anti-Shine

rensim’s Curved and Triple Threat Blush

sleepytabby’s unbeauty parlour

nopke’s subtle wrinkles

mina’s chin masks

mistyblue’s bits ‘n’ bobs part 1

mistyblue’s bits ‘n’ bobs part 2

amaryll’s miranda facemasks

alfredaskew’s advent 2012 shaders

alfredaskew’s CiJ 2020 shaders

alfredaskew’s 28 shaders

digi’s CiJ face shaders + more

pooklet’s collection of face things

(and likely a lot more I’m forgetting at the moment)

and as for advice? I’ve no idea what’s generally common knowledge when it comes to sim making, so hopefully something here will be actual advice and not blindingly obvious :D

Well, kinda obvious one first though: ingame CAS is... not great. Bodyshop is a million times easier to create in, especially once it's modded to brighten the lighting. Maxis why did you make it so gloomy by default :(

The default sims 2 face sculpt has some interesting anatomy, shall we say. It makes it a bit tricky to get proportions right, and if you're going for realistic faces, proportion is the most important thing. It can really help having a photo up on screen at the same time of someone who looks like what you're going for with the sim you're making (that might be obvious too though haha)

Saying that though, thanks to the strange mesh anatomy and the fact that the poor sims 2 sims have <1000 polygons to their faces, sticking 100% to a photo and trying to replicate it exactly never seems to work very well (in my experience anyway). If using a photo I usually get the basic proportions and general feature shapes looking good, so maybe about 60% of the sculpt? going on the photo, then freehand the last 40% or so just shunting around sliders until I'm happy with the sim

I usually try and get as much face sculpting done as possible with the sliders before adding any makeup or face effects. It tends to be a bit easier to see what bits are going to play nicely with the sim's face shape that way. (not a definite rule though, I have been known to completely re-do a nose because I wanted to use a particular nosemask haha)

Adding the makeup/shaders/etc is basically 70% a really long-winded game of trial and error, throwing a ton of things at a sim's face and seeing what metaphorically sticks until you stumble on something that looks good, 30% knowing what you have in your CC collection that might do the trick. It's also fun using things in unintended ways, like using a shader designed for pale skintones as highlights on a darker skintone, or layering nosemasks.

Wish I had some advice for speeding up making sims though, it can take me forever trying different stuff haha

I'll add more stuff if I think of it later since damn am I sleepy right now, but hopefully something was useful in all of this!

#sims #sims 2 #ts2 #ask #reply #the sims 2 #resources #long post

[thelazybard]

Instead I Pour the Milk. [Alejandro Vargas x fem!Reader] Chapter 4: Guillermo

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The next morning was a bit chillier than the previous few. That's when you knew the seasons were beginning to change and summer was decelerating into autumn. It was only a matter of time until the leaves on the deciduous trees up in the mountains began to burn into shades of brown, crimson and amber. That was a sight you had yet to see in Las Almas, and you hoped to find the time to camp up there when it finally did happen. You dressed a little warmer than yesterday in a maxi skirt, tank top and a cardigan that you could remove when it inevitably heated up in the afternoon.

You'd been so used to not getting anyone in the shop until at least late morning that you were shocked to see a line of people waiting outside the shop that following Monday. Five people were waiting patiently. When you cut the lights on and unlocked the door they found seats at the counter and looked around.

They were all dressed in various attires. Business casual, nurse scrubs, construction vests. Then there was the elder man you assumed to be retired as he was wearing simple clothes and didn't seem to be in a rush like the others who all asked for very specific specific beverages.

It was now time to truly test yourself in how fast you can get out orders to people. David was upstairs getting ready for his own job, so it was up to you to make sure these folk could have their coffee and be on time for work. The elder man on the other hand was content with you pouring him regular coffee from the pot with a side of cream every once in a while.

"So, what brings you all in today?" You felt the need to ask once nearly everyone was served their orders.

"We heard Abuelita talking about this place." One of the construction workers answered.

Abuelita. Bless her.

"Yeah, her and her friends came in yesterday for brunch. Sweet ladies." You said with a smile.

"How long have you been here again?" The nurse asked.

"Almost a month." You answered.

He nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I remember seeing you on the street when you and your husband first moved in."

... Well, shit.

You thought you cleared that up! The other old ladies you didn't speak to about it must have said something.

You shook your head as you set his latte in front of him. "Oh, David's not my husband. He's my cousin."

"Well that's not what my sister said." The elder man commented. The others nodded.

Great. Just how many people thought this? It seemed to have spread like wildfire if five people from all different walks of life came into your store with the same exact idea. Now if it could extinguish just as fast that would be great. The very notion that everyone thought your cousin was your husband was making you nauseous.

"I think there was a mix-up yesterday. " You explained.

"So you're not married?" The nurse asked.

"I can't say that I am."

He looked you up and down. "Interesting."

The two construction workers, nurse and business woman left after their coffee, leaving you with the old man. He seemed like a kind, old soul. He had a set of wise hazel eyes behind a pair of thick lensed glasses, and there was still some semblance of black amongst the gray in his hair and beard.

"What's your name, Señor?"

"Carlos. And yours?"

You told him and he shook your hand. His hands were calloused from years of hard work but his grip was gentle.

"So which Señora was your sister?" You asked.

"That would be Rosa. Tall, skinny, a bit rude..." He described.

The image of her immediately came to mind. "Does she um... Have a green hat?" You asked carefully.

"Only the one she wears every single day." He joked.

You nodded with an uneasy grin. "Then yes, I met her yesterday."

"I know, she talked about you. Said you were sweet and that it was a relief that you were married."

"A relief?" You echoed.

"Mhm. She's been trying to get my niece and that Alejandro together since they were little, and thought the new girl might ruin her plan."

This is now the third time Alejandro's desirability has been brought up in conversation.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why– How could I ruin that plan?" You asked.

"Because he's seemed to have taken a liking to you. Word gets around here fast, you know. Elena hasn't been the only one to gush about your shop."

So Elena was Abuelita's name.

"So... because Alejandro likes my coffee, everyone thinks he's going to try to get with me instead of their daughters?"

"Pretty much." He laughed.

Had Alejandro been that sought after in the community that you coming around posed a threat? Why you in the first place? Not that you weren't gorgeous. Anyone could see that the moment you hopped out of your moving van. But you hadn't interacted with Alejandro enough times to justify in your head that he'd want to pursue you so soon after meeting you.

Carlos sighed happily, clearly somehow enjoying his sister's misfortune. "Rosa's not gonna be happy to know that you're single. Or Roberta."

"R-Roberta?" You stammered.

"My niece, her daughter. Roberta and Alejandro have known each other their whole lives, and that girl's been set on marrying him since they were little."

Okay, now marriage was in question. This was making your head spin; it seemed like all talk concerning you and Alejandro did that. You felt like you were being found guilty for a crime you didn't get the chance to commit. Sure Alejandro was attractive and kind and apparently well-loved by the community, but you didn't even get to learn his name from him. You didn't want to make enemies over some guy you barely knew.

"Well, tell them they have nothing to worry about." You said.

"I won't lie to them, mi hija." He said.

Whatever that means, you thought.

He had a muffin to go with his last cup of coffee before he paid and left. He tipped rather nicely, everyone seemed to. That was something you could certainly get used to around here.

People periodically came in that day, much to your absolute pleasure. All with similar reasons as to why. Because Abuelita or Alejandro said to. It was weird that Alejandro seemed to like your coffee shop so much yet has only been to it once, and didn't even buy a stupid concha. You found it odd, but chalked it up to him being a busy soldier. He did come in on a Saturday, maybe that was his only free day.

There was a pause of customers in the early afternoon long enough that allowed you to take out the garbage accumulated throughout the morning rush. You went through the backdoor located in the kitchen to your trashcans and lifted one of the lids. Before you knew it, a flash of black and brown jumped out of your can and scurried around the corner.

"Ack!" you screamed, dropping the garbage bag and running back into the store.

What was that? A raccoon? A freakishly giant rat? You didn't get a good look before you both ran from each other.

"Ay, the garbage." You groaned, realizing you still had to put the bag in the can. Equipping yourself with a broom for self defense, you stepped back outside and finally tossed the trash. But now with your weapon in hand, you felt some semblance of bravery to peak behind the corner of your home and see what it was. If it was even still there.

Slowly, you walked over and peaked around the wall.

It was a fat cat!

A big brown tabby was staring at you from underneath one of your empty pallets David had leaned against the back wall. His yellow eyes watched you carefully as he began to back further under the pallet.

You suppressed a gasp. "Here, kitty. Pspspsps." You beckoned. He didn't move an inch.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." You slowly move closer but the kitty took off. You cocked your head to the side in confusion then looked at the broom in your hand.

"Ah, I'd be scared of me too." You said aloud. You went back into the kitchen and came out with a can of tuna and a dish of cream. After setting it down by the door, you returned to the storefront just in time to greet another customer.

Throughout the day your mind was focused on the tabby you'd named Guillermo in your head. You hoped he was safe, that he had a home to go back to. But you also wondered how he managed to get inside your trashcan with the lid on. You periodically peaked outside to see if he had eaten the tuna or cream, silently celebrating when you saw a significant amount of tuna gone from the can that night after you closed up shop.

Monday was a fantastic day for profit, and you assumed it could only get better from here since word travels so fast. You prepared for the inevitable influx of customers by spending the last few hours of the evening before you went to sleep making dough for several batches of cinnamon rolls.

The next morning you went out to see if you could find any sign of Guillermo. To your surprise, he was waiting by the back door, meowing loudly when he locked eyes with you. He was hungry. You opened another can of tuna for him and this time gave him some fresh water instead of cream. He was happily eating when you closed the door and preheated the oven for your cinnamon rolls.

"Damn, who closed last night?" You asked jokingly to yourself as you cleaned up numerous spots on the counter you missed when cleaning the night before.

David walked into the kitchen groggily and rubbed his eyes. "Hey, do you think the cinnamon rolls will be done before I have to go to work?" He asked

You glanced at the clock that read 5:47. "Why are you up so early? You don't have to leave until 8:30 right?"

"I couldn't sleep. I think our neighbor behind us cheated on his girlfriend so I was listening to the drama outside my window. She was maaaad."

You laughed. "You're messy."

"You're messy." He shot back, pointing at you.

You looked down at the flour on your favorite shirt. "Puta madre." You cursed.

"Whoa, language woman."

"Oh hush, I don't open for another hour. Now if you want a cinnamon roll before work you oughta wash your hands and start making the filling."

"You sound so much like your dad."

"Don't remind me." You said with an eyeroll.

With David's help you were able to finish a batch of rolls just before you opened up shop. He ate at the counter while you started on a pot of your breakfast roast.

"So I take it business was good yesterday." He started.

You sighed contentedly. "It was, all things considered. I think the town is starting to warm up to me."

"About damn time, the mortgage is coming up soon." He said before sipping his coffee.

"I think on my break I'm going to go to the market. Anything you want while I'm there?"

"Mangoes."

"Done."

Around noon you locked up shop and made your way to the market with a tote bag on your shoulder. You were thankful David didn't ask why you were going to the market. David doesn't like cats, and you wanted to get cat food for Guillermo in hopes that he'd want to stay for good and let you adopt him.

You picked out a few mangoes, and was in the middle of smelling the rind of one when someone tapped your shoulder. Turning to your right you saw a woman a tad older than you. Her eyes and hair were black as night and she had the cutest button nose you thought.

"Are you the owner of the coffee shop?" She asked.

You nodded. "I am, why?"

She smiled. "You walked past me and you smell like coffee beans."

You'd been around coffee for so long you hardly noticed the smell anymore, but you reckoned there were worse things to smell like.

"Besides, everyone has been talking about you." She added.

"Don't I know it." You joked, "What's your name?"

"Nanami. I was the new girl once upon a time."

You introduced yourself after her. "What brought you to Las Almas?" You wondered.

"My wife. We initially met in California on Spring Break some years ago. We did long distance for as long as we could but I couldn't stand being away from her."

Your heart felt warm from the sheer romantics. "That's so sweet, I'm happy for you both!"

"Thanks. What about you? What brings you to the City of Souls?"

"Oh, I found myself unable to forget this place after visiting a few times. I just had to move here."

"It certainly has a pull, doesn't it?"

"Absolutely."

The two of you talked for a good thirty minutes there in the market, and it was pleasant conversation to say the least. Nanami had to go eventually, but she gave you her number. "Don't be a stranger. I'd love to get to know you." She beamed.

You mirrored her expression. "The feeling is mutual. Come stop by the shop when you have time, yeah? You and your wife, first drink is on me."

"That's awfully sweet of you, but what's the saying? Support local business?"

You giggled. "If you insist."

Guillermo was waiting by the backdoor when you got home. But this time, when you opened the door he dashed in.

"Guillermo!" You shouted, chasing after him after locking the door. He dashed through the kitchen all the way around the bar to get under your green couch in the lounge area.

Okay, he was only in the kitchen for like ten seconds. That's not a health code violation... right?

You got low to the floor and talked to him through the gap under the couch.  "Guillermo, you can't stay here yet! I don't even have a litterbox!" You groaned.

He wasn't budging.

You growled and began walking away. "Fine. After work, I'll get you a litterbox. And maybe some toys. But if you shit in my store I'm kicking you right back out. Fair warning!" You shouted over your shoulder.

You would have preferred Guillermo shit under the couch over what he actually did.

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#alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x oc #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x fem!reader #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #cod

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I'm married and have children with WHO?!

Summary: Francesca and Violetta meet up with a magical girl named Roxy who takes them through different universes, where in every universe, something is always different and not everyone is with the same person they were with previously. Things get weird. And confusing. Send help.

The Violetta and Francesca we meet from this story is from what I would call "universe 1". It's a universe where Leonetta, Diecesca, Luty and Camila has children. Pablangie also has a kid, and Maxi and Andres is hinted to have kids. There is also a "universe 2" where everything here is the same, except that Franletta instead are married with kids. Often when I write fics, it either takes place in universe 1 or 2, the ones Vilu and Fran are together with determining it. Every other universe shown in this fic is simply made up for the occasion.

Violetta and Francesca sat in Violetta's backyard, clinking their glasses together. They were wearing their bikinis, and sunbathed as they had a careful eye on their respective daughters. Violetta's daughter Isadora and Francesca's daughter Diana were 2 years old, and played in the pool. A kiddie pool, don't worry, they did not let their toddlers go loose in a big pool.

It was soon time for the girls' naps and Violetta and Francesca hoped to let them tire themselves out. 

"Vilu, do you ever think you want to have more kids?" Francesca asked.

"I don't know. We'll see what the future holds. Right now I'm so pleased with just my little Isa."

"I feel the same. You know, I wanted to have three kids initially. But... you know how much Diana inspired me to write more songs."

"Yeah, your songs were beautiful on that album." As Vilu and Fran had gotten their kids just around a month or two apart, they spent a lot of time together taking walks and hanging out as they took care of their little ones. Similarly to what Violetta's mom did for her, both her and Francesca felt inspiration to write songs based on motherhood, and their love for their children. They released an album together and often sang songs from it as lullabies for their girls.

"I've realized just how much I wanna continue with my music career," Francesca said. "So, I think, once Diana is a bit older I'm gonna go back fully. I don't think I'm gonna have time to have more kids right now."

Violetta nodded. "I feel the same. I think it's so luxurious we can be home and work on music, but I wanna get out again."

Their daughters seemed to grow tired, so they saw it as a perfect opportunity to get them to bed.

Just 10 minutes later, the toddlers had fallen asleep, cuddling in Isadora's crib. It went smooth today.

"What do you wanna do now?" Violetta asked.

"I don't know, relax?" Francesca chuckled.

Violetta gave her a smug face. "I have a new wine."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had to hide it really well, because Isadora is in a phase where she likes to open and close and grab onto everything she sees."

She dug out the wine bottle. It had the name Roxy on it.

"Camila gave it to me," Violetta said. "You can imagine why..."

"Did she make it herself? It seems a bit homemade..."

"Yeah, either she did it or her witch aunt. So let's hope there's no weird spell in this. She didn't say anything about it, though."

"Let's taste it and see what happens!"

They both poured up a glass each and took a sip.

"It tastes like regular wine," Francesca shrugged. 

"Yeah, it was fine..."

Then suddenly, and without warning, there was a flashing light. At first, they thought it was just the sun getting brighter, but no... it was something else. 

Something seemed to emerge from the flashing light... a red haired person? Blood red. Like... the wig Violetta had when she was... 

Suddenly, a carbon copy of Roxy, Violetta's alter ego, stood in front of them.

"Uh..." Violetta let out, "Who... are you?"

"I'm Roxy!" Roxy exclaimed.

"Yeah, but like... how? Who are you really? Roxy doesn't exist."

Roxy giggled. "Oh, in this universe, I don't! But you see, from my universe, I do exist!"

"Violetta, am I drunk?" Francesca asked. "This is not good, I can't go home later drunk with my toddler, I have to spend the night..."

"If you're drunk, I'm drunk," Violetta said. "But wait... I've never hallucinated when I'm drunk..."

"Are we drug tripping?! Was there drugs in Camila's witch spell wine?! Jesus Christ, keep it away from our children!"

"Take it easy," Roxy said. "Take my hand."

Violetta and Francesca unsurely looked at her.

"Take my hand," Roxy repeated. They did. 

As Roxy held both of their hands, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Then suddenly, they traveled through this... void... it kinda looked like the digital world the three friends entered in that australian kids show. 

"Do you feel calmer?"

"Kind of?" Violetta asked. "But where are we?"

"We're traveling through the universes."

"Ok, but like... why?"

"Because it's fun."

"Hold on," Francesca said, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Roxy took a deep breath, "Ok, you see... you live in what my device calls 'universe 1'. The ones you're married to, the ones your friends are together with, it's all supposed to be like that in that universe. But in other universes, things may be a little different... you might be married to completely other people, have completely other children, and live completely different lives. In some universes, you might not even know each other. Francesca, there's a universe in which you never moved from Italy! Violetta, there's a universe in which your mother never died when you were young!"

"Okay..." Violetta said, "And are we gonna see those universes?"

"Nope! That would take too long! We're simply gonna look through the universes in which you had the exact same upbringing as you had now, only that your current life is different!"

"I'm still very confused," Francesca admitted.

"You won't be for much longer! We're now entering universe 2!"

-

They ended up at what appeared to be Camila's house. 

"Who lives here?" Roxy asked.

"Camila," Vilu and Fran said in unison.

"Alright! Checking my device, she... still lives here. And she has a child named..."

"Kim."

"She does in this universe, too! Huh! So that's still the same."

They teleported to a new place.

"Ludmila and Naty lives here," Violetta explained, "In our universe."

"According to the device, they still live here, with their daughter... Stella?"

They nodded. This was the same.

Roxy went through the list. "Ok, I'm comparing universes here. Many similarities to your universe... Camila is the same, Ludmila and Naty is the same... your families are all the same... Maxi and Andrés have their twin boys in this universe, too..."

"Wait, what?" Violetta asked. "Maxi and Andres... they aren't even together!"

"Oh..." Roxy then started giggling. "Well, spoilers! They're gonna have some twin boys down the line!" Then she gasped. "Oohh... there is one thing that sticks out from this universe!"

"What?" Violetta asked.

She smirked. "Let me show you!"

They teleported to a brand new house.

"Who lives here?" Francesca asked.

"You."

"Me?"

"And you," Roxy pointed at Violetta aswell.

"We both live here?" Violetta asked. "Why?"

"You'll see..."

They suddenly noticed a little girl running out from the door. 

"Aww... she looks like you, Vilu!" Francesca said.

Then a slightly younger little girl came running out.

"And she looks like you!" Violetta said.

"Wait, girls!" a voice called. It sounded like Violetta.

Indeed, the Violetta from this universe stepped out on the porch. She was holding a little baby, with red curly hair. Francesca from this universe stepped out, too, standing next to her.

"Is that my kid?" Violetta asked.

"It is. He's adopted."

"That black haired little girl looks like me," Francesca said, "But she doesn't look like my Diana."

"And that brunette looks like me, but she's not my Isadora," Violetta said. 

Roxy turned to Francesca. "Have you ever wondered how it would be if you had three kids, like you originally planned to have before you settled with just one?"

"How do you know I-"

"I know everything. Anyway, in this universe, you do have three kids!"

"What? Where's the other two?"

"All three are in front of you!"

"But... aren't...?"

Suddenly, the Violetta and Francesca from this universe turned to each other with a glance. They then shared a kiss.

"Eww!" the brunette girl exclaimed.

"You have to accept that your mommies love each other, Elina!" this universe's Francesca said in a sing-song voice.

Meanwhile, the Francesca and Violetta from universe 1 stared in shock.

"Are we...?" Violetta said, lost at words.

Roxy smiled. "In this universe, none of you could really work it out with any of your boyfriends, and you instead started dating each other. This lead to a marriage, which led to three kids. Two of them produced with IVF, your beautiful daughters Elina and Carolina, and one adopted son named Oliver."

"I don't know how to feel," Francesca said. "I mean, I..." She smiled awkwardly at Vilu, "I wouldn't mind it... but..."

"I get it," Violetta said, smiling back. "We seem very happy together in this universe. But... where's Leon? And Diego?"

"The device does not say," Roxy said. "Literally, it just gets an error message. Maybe the universe has not decided yet..."

Violetta and Francesca weren't sure they wanted to know what that meant.

"But even if our kids in this universe look very adorable, I miss my Diana!" Francesca exclaimed. Violetta nodded, missing her own daughter aswell. 

"Well, then I have happy news, because you'll see your respective daughters again in the next universe we travel to!" Roxy assured them. "The next universe is called the 'canon endgames universe'."

"What does that mean?" Violetta asked.

"Don't worry about it."

-

As they entered the new universe, they ended up outside the house Violetta and Leon lived in with their daughter. Violetta sighed in relief. "Am I married to Leon?"

"You are," Roxy assured her, "And your little Isadora exists here. And your Diana exists, because you're married to Diego in this universe, Francesca." 

"I'm glad," Francesca said, "Mostly because of my daughter, but my husband isn't so bad either, hehe..."

"Well, while you two are back at the status quo... basically everyone else you know have it quite different."

They teleported to a park. Roxy immediately pointed at a teenage girl walking further away. She resembled Broduey in a way, but there were other genes mixed in too.

"Broduey has a daughter?" Francesca asked. Broduey didn't have any kids in her universe.

"Mhm... and guess who he has a daughter with."

Violetta and Francesca thought for a moment.

"You can go up to her, we're invisible," Roxy said. So, Francesca and Violetta did just that. 

"Is it just me, or does she also look a bit like... Camila?" Violetta whispered. She didn't know why she whispered, as no one could hear her as they were invisible.

"I know!" Francesca said, "But that's impossible! Broduey and Camila never worked out!"

"Maybe not in your universe," Roxy said.

Suddenly, a middle-aged looking Camila and Broduey ran up to the girl. Both of them were carrying toddlers. It seems like they had four kids in total, but the other three seemed to be triplets. Twins and triplets ran in Camila's family, so it wasn't too surprising. But oh boy, they seemed to have their hands full. 

"I don't wanna talk to you," the teenager said. 

"Sweetie, please," Camila said.

"I'm gonna go meet my friends," the teenager snapped and walked away from them. Broduey and Camila sighed. They were clearly stressed, holding three toddlers who wanted to wiggle out of their grip, and also a moody teenager at that. 

"I wanna hope that their marriage is healthy and good," Francesca said, "And that we just caught them on a bad day."

Broduey and Camila then started arguing, the way they always argued when they themselves were teenagers.

But then, like a minute later, they stopped, catched their breaths and put down all three toddlers so that they could share a kiss.

"I'm sorry," Camila said.

"I'm sorry," Broduey said.

They then noticed all three toddlers had ran off in different directions.

Camila took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Broduey took her hand. "Always."

They then ran in opposite directions, catching a toddler each, and then with the two toddlers on their grip, both went towards the third and grabbed them quickly. 

All in all, it seemed like their life was chaotic, but they seemed to manage.

"Ok, they seem to make it work," Violetta said.

"I say the triplets might have gotten their marriage a new spark," Roxy said, "Before they were born, and they just had their daughter... I don't wanna speak about it. It's why she is the way she is. Anyway, let's move on!"

Francesca and Violetta didn't have time to even say anything before they suddenly got teleported to a new house. 

They noticed a child around 12 years old standing by a car. "Mom! Hurry up!"

Out came Ludmila. She was also looking pretty middle aged.

"Is everyone older in this universe?" Violetta asked. "Camila and Broduey have a teenager."

"Yes, I forgot to mention, this universe is 10 years ahead. Your kids are almost teenagers, but I didn't want you to see them," Roxy explained, "I wanted you to watch them grow up for yourselves, in your own universe."

"Well, that's nice," Francesca said. "Is this Ludmila's... kid?"

"Mhm!"

"And let me guess... not with Naty."

"Not with Naty, no."

"Who, then?" Violetta asked. "A girl she met later in life, maybe?"

Roxy shook her head. 

Out came Federico. He wrapped his arms around Ludmila and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"She and Fede...?" Violetta asked. 

"Is Ludmila closeted in this universe?" Francesca asked. "Or does she have a different sexuality?"

"Now, universes may be different, but people's personality and sexual orientation always stays the same," Roxy explained. "But Ludmila is not bisexual, nor pan, nor likes any other gender other than girls. She is closeted."

"Yeah, we know... she had a rough coming out with her mom..." Violetta said. 

"There is a universe in which Priscila Ferro married a woman named Sharon instead of your dad," Roxy said.

"What-"

"We won't visit that universe, as that does not have anything to do with you. But it's fun, Ludmila got a stepsister that was in a similar situation to her and the two bonded together and stopped their moms from taking over the world, which they were fully capable of doing because both Sharon and Priscila are dangerous women... anyway, in that universe she at least didn't push you down the stairs, Vilu, but she did push another teenage girl down the stairs. But I'm getting off topic, that universe as I mentioned has nothing to do with you!"

"Mom, you're so slow!" the kid sighed, "I wanna go to the mall!"

"We will go to the mall," Ludmila said very calmly, "You just have to be patient."

"She never raises her voice at her kid because she wants to do everything opposite from her own mother," Roxy explained.

"That makes sense," Violetta said. 

"While you go to the mall, I'm gonna go make some dinner for my two stars!" Federico said in a cheerful tone. Ludmila smiled at him. There was kind of a sadness in her smile, but it was there.

"They do have a happy marriage, they do," Roxy assured them, "But their kid definitely suspects Ludmila. I'm sure in a few years it's gonna be some drama with that. Anyway, wanna see who Naty ended up with?"

They teleported to a new place. Immediately, they saw Maxi and Naty together in the backyard of a house. They had two little children, one boy and one girl, running around. Naty sighed in relief.

"At least they don't destroy everything in our house now," Naty said. 

"Only our backyard," Maxi chuckled.

"Now, Naty is also closeted, but so is Maxi, so it's ok," Roxy explained. "And they have a decent life. They got twins a few years back. Wild little things, they like to run around a lot, Maxi and Naty are often exhausted. But hey, that's parenthood."

"So Maxi gets twins in every universe?" Francesca asked.

"Maxi does get twins in every universe, yes. In every other universe he has them with Andrés, but in this specific one, he has them with Naty."

"I'm still so surprised him and Andrés are gonna be a thing," Violetta chuckled. "But it also makes sense."

"They seem to be doing ok together," Francesca said, "But I still think Naty and Ludmila are happier together."

"Yeah, and Maxi and Andrés."

"Maybe in your universe," Roxy shrugged. "Despite what I've told you, we have only seen a small glimpse of their relationships. But I can tell you there's one relationship that I'm happy is only in this universe."

They teleported to Violetta's childhood house. 

"What are we doing here?"

Roxy put a hand on her shoulder. "Violetta... I don't know how I'm gonna put this in the best way... your aunt and your dad are married."

"What?!"

"Mhm. And you support it in this universe."

"I-"

"Wait..." Francesca said, "Do they have children?"

Roxy shook her head.

"That's a relief," Violetta said, "I can't imagine them... but also... poor Angie... she really wanted kids. But I can understand she doesn't want to have kids with dad."

"Let's look at a glimpse of their marriage life," Roxy said, teleporting them inside the house.

Germán sat on the couch, as Angie came inside with some tea.

"I decided to give you some tea while you work," she said gently.

"Thank you, Angie." Germán laid back, "Ough, could you give me a massage, too? My back really hurts."

"Of course." She smiled and started giving him a massage.

"Aaah! That's the spot! Ooh, you're so good at this, Angie! I love you!" He kissed her arm that was leaning over his shoulder. 

"I love you, too."

Violetta stared at this in disbelief. "I have to admit I had a dream they'd be together once... but that was before I really knew how bad my dad was and I just wanted Angie to stay with me forever. I don't care if they have a happy marriage or whatever, I don't... like it. I think it's weird! Am I a bad daughter?"

"Yes," Roxy said. "But it's ok, he's a bad father."

"He really is," Francesca said. Violetta stared at her. "What?" Francesca asked, "It's true!"

"But it might also be weird because I know just how happy she is with Pablo in our universe," Violetta said. "And they have their daughter... and Angie is happier than what I've ever seen her."

"Can we go to another universe?" Francesca asked.

"Sure! Let us spice it up!" Roxy exclaimed. "Now, how do you feel about polygamy?"

"Uh-"

"No time to speak, we're gonna travel now!"

-

They ended up in a large room. It appeared to be a party of some sorts.

"Who's birthday is it?" Violetta asked.

"It is very unclear," Roxy admitted. "It might not be a birthday at all, but just a gathering."

"Look! Naty and Ludmila are together with Stella again!" Francesca exclaimed, pointing at Naty holding baby Stella, as Ludmila was cooing at her.

"And Camila has Kim!" Violetta added, noticing Kim sitting on Camila's shoulders. They were happy to see their friends have their kids back.

They then noticed Maxi and Andrés leaning against each other in the corner.

"Oh, they're together?" Violetta asked.

Roxy nodded. "In this universe, they just got together, but the twins are not here yet! But the important thing here is you four over there."

They noticed this universe's version of Violetta, Francesca, Diego and Leon stand over at a table. Violetta and Francesca were holding two girls that appeared to be their separate daughters at home. 

"I wanna say right off the bat, that's not Isadora and Diana," Roxy explained.

"Why?" Francesca asked.

"Because Isadora and Diana can never be siblings. Neither can Stella and Kim."

"Why not?" Violetta asked. "And what do you mean with siblings?"

"When your daughters turn into teenagers, something will happen with their relationship that would make any other universe very weird if they were siblings. And about that... these two girls you see in front of you were conceived with the ones you are married to in your universe... but they have other names here, and while they aren't biologically siblings, they... are."

"Hold up, what?" Francesca asked, feeling super confused. 

Roxy formed a mischievous grin. "Violetta, do you notice that you're pregnant?"

Violetta looked down on herself and frowned. "What?"

"No, not you, the other you! This universe's you!"

Indeed. This universe's Violetta handed over the toddler she had carried to Leon, and the second she did, you could see her bump. 

"Me and Leon are gonna get another baby?" Violetta asked.

"Not you and Leon. You and Diego."

Violetta stopped her tracks. "But... who's the black haired toddler that Francesca is carrying?"

"That's also Diego's."

"You lost us," Francesca said. 

"Remember when I asked you how you felt about polygamy? Well, in this universe, the four of you got very close on your trip to Madrid that one time... and you became so inseparable that you all four decided to date each other!" 

"Uh..." 

"None of you are married, that is still illegal. But you wanted to start a family, so you got yourself two kids, paired up Violetta and Leon and Diego and Francesca. But now, you're ready for a third, and so Diego decided to try mixing his genes with Violetta. Who knows if you get a fourth mixing Leon and Fran's, that all depends on how much you can handle three children."

"I..." Violetta tried to figure out how to react to this. "... ok..."

"As long as we're happy...?" Francesca said, raising an eyebrow. 

Roxy lit up. "Oh, if you say that, you're gonna love the next universe we're visiting! I call it the 'nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe'!"

-

They arrived in a living room. Violetta looked out the window. "Huh. We're in Madrid...?"

"Yes, you live here now," Roxy said. 

"Okay... why, and also with who?"

"You live here with your husband who missed his home country so much, and you were happy to move here for him!"

Right then, this universe's Violetta came in with groceries. She turned around. "Come on, can't you help me carry at least one bag?"

"They're so heavy!" a whiny voice replied.

Violetta and Francesca stiffened. They recognized that voice. It sounded like Sniff from the Moomins, but more a much darker voice. 

Out came Tomas, and gave Violetta a kiss on the cheek. ”Can you be a dear and get the rest of the grocery bags?”

”Okay,” This universe-Violetta playfully rolled her eyes. 

”How did I end up with Tomas?” Violetta asked.

”Well, you never forgot about him after he moved, and he never forgot about you either,” Roxy said as she wiggled her eyebrows. ”You kept in contact and eventually started dating… and now, here you are!”

”Do we have kids?”

”You don’t. It’s not that you don’t want them, but making them is hard, because Tomas has a tendency to… finish quickly?” 

Both women scrunched their faces up and shook their heads as they waved their hands around. 

”Thanks, I don’t wanna hear!” Violetta exclaimed.

”Why not, it’s your husband!”

”My husband is Leon and he’s the only one I can picture be a father to my children!”

”Is he the same as Tomas in bed?”

Violetta went silent for a moment, not sure if she would share such intimate details. Then she remembered Francesca practically knew everything as the two of them talked about intimate subjects a lot, and Roxy was this weird all-knowing universe bender. ”I’ll have you know Leon knows exactly how to satisfy both me and himself. Thank you.”

This universe’s Violetta came back upstairs with the last of the groceries.

”You can at least put them where they’re supposed to be,” she told him, ”I’m gonna go shower.”

As she left, Tomas started packing up the groceries. Right away however, they noticed he was putting things all wrong. Things supposed to be in the fridge was put in the cupboard, he put apples in the freezer for some reason, and just left it very disorganized.

”He’s doing it on purpose so that he doesn’t have to do it in the future, because you’d think he’d ’only do it wrong’,” Roxy explained.

”Lazy ass fuck,” Francesca mumbled. Everyone turned to her, as she usually didn’t swear. ”What? Let me!” 

”I’m annoyed,” Violetta admitted, ”Why does me in this universe stay with him?”

”Because you love him in this universe,” Roxy said. ”When you come out of the shower, you’re gonna go give him a massage because you love him so much.”

”Oh my god, I’m Angie in the universe where she’s with my dad! Quick, can we go see where Francesca is instead?”

”Sure thing!” Roxy snappad her fingers and suddenly they were in a new living room. This time, in what appeared to be Milano. Francesca was cuddling with someone on the couch.

Walking forward for further inspection, it appeared to be Marco.

”Marco?” Francesca asked, surprised. ”I married Marco in this universe?”

”Yes,” Roxy said. ”You never broke up. As Marco went to London, you wanted to be closer to him, and thus moved back to Italy. You had your singing career here, and as he was done with his studies, he moved her with you and now you’re married and go on vacations with Violetta and Tomas around Europe.” 

”Aww,” Francesca said, ”Well, that’s nice. Except I’m still skeptical about Tomas, but otherwise than that, it’s nice.”

”Imagine if I had ended up with Clement,” Violetta joked.

”You never will or have in any universe,” Roxy said, ”There was never a chance you and Clement ever would be romantically involved.”

”I’m guessing me and Marco don’t have kids,” Francesca said. 

”Well, check yourself.”

Francesca checked her alternate-universe counterpart and noticed that there was a bump sticking out from her. She gasped.

”I’m pregnant!” 

”You are,” Roxy said, ”Congrats!”

Francesca wasn’t sure she was supposed to say thanks, considering it wasn’t her that was pregnant, but it was still her from another universe, so it was her.

”Marco, can you get me a soda?” this-universe Francesca asked.

Marco got up. ”Anything for my princess!”

”He’s still a Ken to your Barbie,” Roxy remarked. ”But hey! You might wanna know what happened to your husbands from your own universe!” 

She snapped her fingers. They were now in Buenos Aires, in some garage. Diego and Leon were sitting down on a couch, holding a beer each. 

”What do you say we rehearse later?” Leon asked. ”After I walk the dog.” 

”If I have the energy,” Diego chuckled.

”You have the energy, you’re just lazy.”

”I’m not lazy!” 

”You are. You are so lazy!” After Leon said this, he gave Diego a quick peck.

”Ooooh…” Violetta said, ”They are ones married to each other this time.”

”Correct,” Roxy said. "Since you were so busy with Tomas, Diego spent more time with Leon than with you, which lead to them having a relationship and also lead to Francesca staying with Marco! But I don’t really know how all events led up to each other, but I guess it can make sense…”

Violetta and Francesca nodded. 

”Leon and Diego don’t have kids, but they do have dogs! And they’re planning on getting a parrot, too.”

”I have a weird question,” Violetta said, ”Is there any universe which Diego and Marco are together?”

”According to my device, they are together in the same universe as Priscila marrying a woman named Sharon. Possibly other universes too, but it won’t load. Anyway, that universe also has Angie being together with Jade and Ludmila and Camila being together.”

”Who’s Angie with in this universe?” Violetta asked.

”Jackie.”

”Our old dance teacher?” Francesca asked.

”Yes. Also, in this universe, Naty and Camila are together. Should we go meet them?”

"Sure...?"

They teleported to a kitchen. Immediately, they saw Naty stand by the stove, cooking something. 

"Mami!" someone shouted. A little child soon came running inside. It was a little girl, but it was not Stella. 

"Dinner is ready soon," Naty assured the child. 

"Guess who woke up from their nap early!" Camila said, making her announcement by saying that. She was carrying a little baby.

"Did you?" Naty joked. "Good thing the baby woke you up!"

Camila went up and kissed her. "What's for dinner?"

"It's a surprise."

"CHICKEN NUGGETS?!" the little girl exclaimed.

"No, not chicken nuggets," Naty laughed.

"I want chicken nuggets!"

"Tomorrow," Camila promised.

"'Morrow?"

"You'll get nuggets tomorrow."

The little girl seemed happy with this promise. 

"They might get a third child eventually," Roxy explained, "And even a fourth. The universe has not decided that yet."

"What a cute little family they have," Violetta said. "I know both Naty and Camila are great mothers from our own universe, so I'm happy they still are here."

"Yeah, even if it's weird not seeing Naty with Ludmila..." Francesca admitted.

"Yeah, where is Ludmila?"

Roxy tried to look it up on her device. "It... doesn't say."

"It doesn't say?"

"No... maybe the universe has not decided what she's up to."

"What does that even mean?" Francesca asked. "Does that mean she... doesn't exist in this universe?"

"No, no! She does exist! It's just that we don't know what she's up to or if she's with someone. She might not be with anyone! She might be single! She might be with Broduey, it doesn't say what he's up to either."

”I doubt Ludmila is with Broduey,” Violetta admitted.

”Ok, you’re right. In this universe, she’s either single or with another woman. We don’t know.”

”May I ask,” Francesca said, ”Any of these pairings we’ve witnessed here… do they exist in any other universe?” 

”Yes. There’s a lot of universes that mixes these together. We for example have universe 22 where you two are married, as well as Naty and Camila AND Diego and Leon. I don't know why this is called the universe in which nothing in the same as the others, maybe because there's not two or more pairings that both is the same in another universe?”

”Why are some universes numbered and others have a title?” Violetta asked. 

”Don’t question it. There’s also a universe in which you and everyone you know are a part of a tv show and are played by actors, and then people in their 20s write fanfiction about you!” 

”I have decided to not question anything anymore…” 

”And then those people in their 20s who write fanfiction about you are fictional characters in one of your universes and you might write fanfiction about them!”

Roxy then stared right at you, the reader, and smiled as she asked you: ”Which character would you want to write fanfiction about you?”

-

As they entered the white void that was in between all the universes, Roxy took the women’s hands.

”We’re soon gonna travel back to your universe again. But before I need to ask you: Did you see any similarities between the universes?”

”Well…” Violetta said, ”I don’t know…” 

”I’m gonna give you a hint: In every universe, there was a couple that always remained, and never changed, not even in the nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe.”

”What?” Francesca said. Both her and Vilu tried to recount all the different universes. Some had the same couples as the previous, but not all of them. 

”No, I’m lost,” Violetta admitted. ”Please, who is it?”

Roxy smirked. ”It’s two that you seem to have forgotten about. Makes sense, you only hung out with them for a year and then seemed to move on from them. But they were there…”

”Huh? Who?”

”Braco and Napo!”

"Braco and Napo?" Vilu and Fran exclaimed in unison. 

"Are they together?" Francesca asked. "I mean, I always had a feeling about Napo being gay, but Braco?"

Roxy shook her head and tutted disapprovingly. "You clearly have not kept in contact with them."

"No... I guess we haven't," Violetta admitted. "They're dating in our universe, too?"

"Yes. And in the universe where you two are married, and in every other universe! There's always them!"

"But how come they're an exception to the rules?" Francesca asked.

"Think about it, Fran... when you picture Napo or Braco with anyone... who do you picture?"

"Uh... I guess... I don't really... have thought about it."

"Exactly. In the universe in where you are fictional characters in a tv show, Braco and Napo disappeared after one season."

"Did they do that because we lost contact with them in our universe?"

"Probably. Oh well! We're back in your universe now!"

-

They were back in Violetta's kitchen.

"We're back to our universe?" Violetta asked.

"We need to get our kids," Francesca said, "We've been away for such a long time..."

"No, no time has passed at all in your universe," Roxy assured them. 

"I feel very odd," Violetta admitted.

"Yes, you feel that after seeing yourself living in different universes. And we didn't even visit all of them! Did I tell you about the one where you changed your name to Tini?"

"Why did I do that?"

"No one knows."

"Can I ask you something?" Francesca asked, "My brother Luca. In this universe we're in, he's not with anyone, nor has he any kids. Does he in any universe?"

"Yes, in several of the ones we visited! But I forgot that you'd be interested in that," Roxy admitted.

"Oh... okay..."

"Maybe next time!"

"Maybe next time, yes..." 

Roxy put her arms up in the air. "Well! I better go!"

"Where are you going?" Violetta asked.

"I'm sensing someone else needs some universe-travelling... in another universe."

"I see..."

"But it was very fun hanging out with you!" Roxy exclaimed and shook both of their hands at the same time.

"I'm just surprised that you even exist," Violetta said, "Considering you're my alter ego in this universe..."

"I'm your alter ego in a lot of universes! It's your fault, or your credit, that I exist as my own person in my own universe!"

Violetta stared at her, slightly confused. "How does it look in your own universe?"

Roxy shrugged, "I live in a universe where alter egos exist and always have existed! We are not born, we just come into existence as the age we were when we were created. Our universe is just a void that bends and changes, which is why we like to travel to other universes!"

"Ok, makes sense..." Violetta wasn't sure it made sense, but she was just too dazed by everything she just decided to accept it. 

"I need to go now!" Roxy said. "Goodbye!" 

She jumped and with a pop, she was gone.

"I wanna travel through universes again sometimes," Francesca said, "I wanna know what Luca's doing."

"Yes, although it feels weird to see us being with other people and having other children..."

"Yeah... wait, what were we talking about?"

"What?"

"What?"

What Roxy didn't tell them was that, as soon as you come back from a multiverse trip, you soon forget all of it. 

Maybe it was for the good, because you could easily get driven insane by knowing what you did in other universes...

Violetta and Francesca in universe 1 just thought they had been tasting a wine they friend had made, and that Roxy was simply a character Violetta came up with. They thought their daughters were children they had with Leon and Diego respectively, and forgot all about universe 2, in which they instead were the ones married and had three children of their own. Violetta never remembered visiting the universe where she was married to Tomas instead, and Francesca never remembered seeing herself in that other universe married with Marco and expecting a child with him. And none of the two remembered the universe in which, instead of being married to Leon and Diego separately, they had a polyamorous relationship with them.

They didn't remember their friends being together with anyone else than who they currently were and weren't together with. 

And all the Francescas and Violettas from all the other universes had no idea either that things were different. They all lived their lives happily unaware. 

Although, despite forgetting everything, Violetta and Francesca from this universe would always and forever have this feeling that they were going through something, but they can't remember what... and they would wonder that for the rest of their lives.

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Camila, or her witch aunt, did not only cast a spell on the wine. One of them also cast a spell on the text you're reading right now. Don't ask me how they did that. 

Roxy is coming for you right now. You should be lucky the universe you're in is one of the few in which teleportation is illegal, because otherwise she'd appear directly next to you.

She just landed 100 meters from your location. She's running. Lock your doors if you're at home, and if you're not, then... have fun on your multiverse trip! You won't remember much of it anyway when you're done!

You could make it a drinking game every time "universe" is written... /j So, as I mentioned in the beginning notes, in my fics I only keep it in two universes, where the only difference is if Franletta or Leonetta + Diecesca is canon, and all other ships remain the same. The plan was that they'd just visit each other between these two, but then I decided to go completely chaos with it. A long time ago, I tried to figure out next gens for many of the canon ships, and it was those that showed up in the "canon ships" universe. The other universes were just me toying around. And there's probably hundreds of universes left... I don't have next gens for that many ships, so many of these were either "IF this ship had kids, this is how I could picture it", or "this ship would not have kids together". The only actual next gens I have are the ones that are mentioned by name. I also mentioned some ideas I've had about writing someday, like "the universe where Violetta is not relevant" ;) We'll see if I write it someday. Hope you liked this fic! Also, Roxy is by your door now. If you have it locked, she'll leave soon. If you see her or open the door, she'll come in, but the second your trip through different universes where you live your life differently ends, you'll forget it all, and it will just feel like a repressed memory that you can't recall.

#violetta #leonetta #diecesca #franletta #luty #camila torres #natila #tomletta #dieletta #leonesca #dieleon #germangie #pablangie #fedemila #brodemila #naxi #maxi x andrés #braco x napo

[fourmula1]

happy halloween!

max/daniel. 781 words. the ricciardo-verstappen's first halloween in america!

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Daniel shifts Zoe in his arms as Max unlocks the door, pets her wild curls back out of her face where she’s mostly asleep against his shoulder.

“Thanks, babe,” he says as he slips inside the house, Max following behind them. He toes off his shoes and nods his head toward the stairs before quietly heading off to take Zoe to bed. He can hear Max locking up and puttering around downstairs as he enters Zoe’s bedroom, careful not to jostle her too much.

Gently, carefully, Daniel cradles her head as he leans over her little bed to lie her down, heart clenching at the sight of her in her Moana bed sheets. He smiles, watches her sleep, hears her mumble something unintelligible. He knows he should get her out of her little costume but he doesn’t want to disturb her any more than he has to.

He moves to peel her shoes off, however, sets them down on the floor by her bed and unzips her little jacket to wiggle her arms out of it. Beneath the jacket he can’t help but laugh, smile fondly at the sight of her adorable dalmatian costume and the facepainted black nose and spots on her face. He doesn’t want to wake her to clean her up so he leaves her be, knows there’ll be a right mess in the morning but that’s okay.

Her first Halloween in America went perfectly and he’s happy to let her sleep the excitement off.

Once Daniel’s content that she is settled he gets up, presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Sleep tight, honey,” Daniel whispers as he closes her bedroom door, heads for the stairs again to go find Max.

“All good?” Max asks him when Daniel emerges into the living room. Max is sat on the floor, Zoe’s candy dumped out all around him as he sorts it.

“Out like a light,” Daniel affirms as he comes over to join Max, sits down across from him to take a look at the system Max’s has got going. Multiple big bowls; for chocolate, for lollipops, for gummies. “I didn’t have the heart to disturb her so I think there’s going to be face paint all over tomorrow, but we’ll live,” Daniel says as he starts sorting with Max.

Max laughs, nods his head, a little smile on his face. This was his first Halloween, too. Daniel didn’t really celebrate as a kid, not very big in Australia when he was little, but he’s lived in America for long enough that he’d gone to parties as an adult, gone around with his friends’ kids Trick-or-Treating. Since they left Monaco and came to Los Angeles Daniel had been so excited to take Zoe and Max out. It went perfectly.

“She was so excited,” Max says as he works through the piles. “Not shy at all,” he continues, and Daniel laughs. She wasn’t. She’d proudly hollered “Trick or Treat!” at each door they approached, said her pleases and thank-yous to each house, wished everyone they encountered a Happy Halloween. So like Daniel in many ways – bubbly, open, eager to interact with anyone who’d give her an audience.

“Did you have fun?” Daniel asks as he sets aside some Skittles for himself. Zoe will never know.

“Lots, yeah,” Max agrees, all smiles as he looks up at Daniel.

Daniel loves him. He knows Los Angeles isn’t their forever home and he doesn’t want it to be, but he’s grateful Max agreed to spend some time here before they settle in Australia. He knows what a big sacrifice Max is making to leave his family, leave Europe, to make a life for their little family a world away.

“I love you, you know,” Daniel tells him, never wants to miss a chance to say it. He loves the way it never ceases to make Max a little shy – to duck his head a bit, smile, glance up at Daniel through his lashes. His beautiful, sweet Maxy.

“I know,” Max agrees and Daniel can’t help the big grin on his face as Max leans over for a kiss. It is never less exhilarating, less exciting, less wanted no matter how many thousands of kisses they’ve shared over the years. “I love you, too,” Max tells him before pressing their lips together.

When they’re settled in bed together after all is said and done Daniel rolls into Max’s side, grins devilishly as he grinds his hips against Max.

“Trick or treat?” He asks, grinning up at Max as Max laughs, nods his head.

Tomorrow they’re going to have to wrangle a sugar-drunk five year old but for now Daniel’s going to get his treat.

#maxiel #halloween #my ficlet

[house-of-slayterr]

How The Mutuals Get Turned!

Me:

I was sitting on the counter of the comic store, talking to Alan as Edgar stocked the shelves.

“Stop chatting them up Alan, we’ve got work to do!” Edgar groaned.

He hated his brothers crush. Alan rolled his eyes and offered his hand to me, letting me hop down.

“Wanna help us shelf?” He asked.

“It’s not like I had anything better to do.” I shrugged.

Besides, the quicker they finished their job, the quicker we could get out on the boardwalk. So we’d shelved the comics and talked a lot about different vampire lure. Edgar was pleasantly surprised by my knowledge.

As night fell, the boys had dragged me along outside.

“Let’s put your knowledge to the test newbie. See if you could spot a vampire.” Edgar challenged.

“Easy!” I bragged.

I scanned the crowed of the boardwalk for a few minuets before my eyes landed on a few suspicious bikers.

“Them.” I stated simply.

“How did you-“

“We already knew about them” Alan assured. “I’m impressed you caught on so quickly. It took us months to figure them out. But hunting them is a different ballgame.”

I rolled my eyes at the sports reference. It’s not like either them had ever picked up a ball.

“Use me as bait, we’ll make a ambush.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Alan asked.

“No, they’ve got a point. That could work. Paul would throw himself at anyone with legs.” Edgar defended.

“Gee thanks Ed.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s not a good idea, we can’t take them all on at once.”

“Then we try to get them alone.” I offered.

“I still think it’s an awful idea.”

“Lighten up Ally, there just some vampires, what are you, chicken?”

He huffed. But before either of them could stop me, I made my way over to the group of boys. I approached the tall one with dark hair.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

They all turned their eyes to me.

“Well hello.” The blond with wild hair greeted.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to his friend.

“I’m new in town, and I was wondering if you boys knew anything fun to do.” I lied.

“What, the rides not look fun enough for you?” The blond with a cigarette in his mouth asked.

“Eh, looking for something a little more intense. You boys think you can deliver?” I smirked.

It was all part of my plan. If I got them to show me where they lived I could report back to my boys. Edgar would finally stop thinking I’m useless. But what I wasn’t expecting was for them to have so many others in their cave with them. Seems I got conned into “drinking the kool aid” and I’d have to explain to my best friend why I was now the very thing he was hunting. At least I could still help them out. What better way to destroy the vampires, than to be just as strong as them?

@oceansrose2002

Paul spotted you from across the boardwalk with ease, his eyes instantly landing on your figure. You were dressed in a pretty navy blue maxi dress, and you’re hair fell lazily on your shoulders. He admired how effortless you looked. He nudged Marko and nodded in your direction.

“Damn, you always get the best picks man. You should go talk to her!” Marko encouraged.

Paul didn’t need to be told twice. He walked past a stand, stealing a rose from the vendor and marched over to you.

“A pretty rose for the pretty lady” he said, doing a mock bow.

You giggled, blushing slightly. Nobody had ever given you this sort of attention before.

“The names Paul, Dollface, what’s yours?”

You laughed slightly. “It just so happens to be Rose, how ironic.”

His eyes light up at that. It was right then that he decided you wouldn’t be his meal. You were too damn cute. He invited you to hang out with the other up in the cave, and let you ride on the back of his bike. He’d turn you that night up in the cave, he knew you’d say yes. He’d simply have no fun without you.

@tohuntafreak

Marko was salty that Paul had already found someone for the night. Especially since they seemed to be hitting it off more so than usual. Rose wasn’t throwing herself at him like all the other girls. He moped around, trying to find someone who sparked his interest. And that’s when he found you.

He could spot the shine of your piercings in the dim street lights. This excited him instantly. People in Santa Clara were boring, normally didn’t have more than their ears pierced. He approached you casually, “accidentally” running into you. He caught you as you were nearly knocked off your feet. You starred up at him.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” He said.

“You use that line a lot?” You joked, rolling your eyes.

He steadied you on your feet.

“So what if I did?”

“Then you need better game. I’m Devan.” You greeted, a smirk gracing your lips.

He couldn’t help but stare at the way your piercing strained against the plump flesh there.

“Marko. You looking to have some fun tonight?” He asked.

You looked back to were he was looking with his friends on bikes. They didn’t seem half bad in your opinion.

“Will there be alcohol?”

“There can be anything you want Sugar.”

You rolled your eyes at his flirting. After seeing his best friend hit it off with Rose, Marko decided he didn’t want to be alone either. And you were a mighty fine choice for a new friend. There was plenty of mischief in your blood.

@queer-and-utter-chaos

You were an easy choice really. Tall, handsome, Dwayne was smitten. When he watched you help a vendor hang up some string lights they couldn’t reach, he knew you were sweet too. But he wasn’t quite sure how to approach you. Perhaps he could use Laddie to his aid.

He instructed the young boy that they would be playing a game of hide and seek. He could hide anywhere on the boardwalk, and he closed his eyes as the boy ran off. Not that it would make a difference, he’d still know exactly where he was at. He put on his best acting skills and began walking around looking helpless. And like a moth to the flame, you were drawn in.

“You alright?” You asked.

He faked a nod sending you a smile. You watched for a moment as he looked around.

“You looking for something? Maybe I could help?” You offered.

“I can’t find my kid.” You paused.

He didn’t seem old enough to have a child.

“I was supposed to be watching my little brother, and he must of ran off when I turned my back.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” You said, giving your best smile.

He had you right where you wanted you. After spending nearly half an hour “looking” for laddie, you two had talked about the most random things. And it only made him like you more. And when you found Laddie, the little boy was obsessed with you. He asked you to pick him up, and of course, how could you say no.

“Can we keep them Dwayne, can we?” He begged.

Dwayne looked at you as if asking for permission. Little did you know what you were committing too. But in the end, you’d be happy by their sides.

@auntvamp

David’s eyes latched onto you before the end of the night. And they didn’t dare leave. He took a long drag of his cigarette as he watched one of the Surf jerks try to flirt with you. And that was his last straw. But as he was about to step in, he saw you slap the man, and hard.

Marko chuckled darkly. “She’s got some fire in her, good luck David.”

David rolled his eyes at the younger vampire. He made his way toward you, cause it seemed the bastard didn’t get the message.

“I believe they lady asked you to leave her alone.” He said.

“What are you her boyfriend?” The guy scoffed.

It was then you really turned to look at him. He was quite the site, you had to admit.

“Yeah, he is, so unless you want to get your ass beat, by the both of us, I’d suggest you scram.” You said.

David just smirked. “You heard her.”

The guy scoffed. “Whatever, come to me when you want a real man.” He said.

You rolled your eyes, flipping the guy off as he left.

“Thanks.” You said.

David just smiled and silently offered you a cig, which you gratefully took. He lit his first, than lit yours with the end of his.

“Come hang out with me an my friends, we’ll call it even.”

And with a face like that, how could you say no. David wouldn’t be letting a pesky little thing like human mortality take you from him. Not when things just got interesting.

@vechkinfan

Laddie was actually the one who picked you out of the crowd. He was sat on top of Dwayne’s motorcycle, and from this higher vantage point he had a better view. Something about you seem fun. Before the boys could stop the younger vampire, he was running off into the crowd.

Laddie had gotten really good at his “lost boy” routine. He could lure in anyone the boys wanted if he just pretended he didn’t know where they went. He walked up to you and gently tugged at your sleeve. You looked down to see the cutest little boy you’d ever seen.

“We’ll hello there!! You alright little one?” He shook his head no.

You crouched down to look at him, see eye to eye.

“What’s wrong.”

“My brothers were supposed to get me ice cream, but when I turned around they were gone.”

You feigned shock.

“That’s awful. Tell you what little buddy, why don’t I get you over to the ice cream stand and see if we can find them, yeah?”

“Ok.” He said.

He took your hand and the two of you walked over. After about 15 mins of waiting he still couldn’t find his brothers.

“Now I’m never gonna get ice-cream.”

You laughed. Of course that was what the boy was worried about. You were sure he brothers were probably worried sick about him and searching for him. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a little longer. One little ice cream cone wouldn’t hurt your wallet too bad.

“You like sprinkles little man?” You asked.

His eyes lit up brightly and he nodded.

“And chocolate!”

You laughed. “And chocolate. Alright stay put ok. Can’t have you getting lost even more.”

Laddie babbled about random things as you two are your ice cream. And a guy in a cool jacket with a cheetah on it approached.

“There you are!” Marko announced. “And what have you found for us little man?” He asked, looking you up and down.

“They got me ice cream Marko!”

“I can see that. Thanks for keeping him safe.” He thanked you.

“You should really keep a better eye on him. He could have gotten hurt.” You stated.

Dwayne overheard your care for the boy and joined in on the conversation.

“Don’t blame him, Laddie here is a slippery bugger, isn’t that right? We told you we’d take you for ice cream later didn’t we bud?”

Laddie smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, but I brought us a friend!”

“It seems you have. Perhaps you would like to join us, that way you can help us keep a better eye on the kid?” Dwayne offered.

You rolled your eyes. Following them back to the cave was a choice you were uncertain about. You never expected your life would change forever after that. But you didn’t mind the new you.

@frenziedslashers

No! No way! Your brother shouted. Edgar would never let you join them! He was ridiculously overprotective of you. You’d help him and Alan on their vampire hunting adventures for a while now. But this time you got sloppy.

David had you in his clutches, and your brothers could only stand and watch in horror. They were completely surrounded.

“Stop hunting us, or I swear to god I will rip out your brothers neck right here!” David growled.

Alan tried to think of anything he could do to help. But he couldn’t think of anything. You were totally and utterly screwed.

“Fuck you bloodsucker!” Edgar seethed.

David grip tightened on you. You didn’t know what to say. Should you say goodbye to your brothers? Tell them it would all be ok and beg them to run? You wouldn’t make it out of this one, at least they could leave unscathed. But then an idea hit you.

“If you really wanted to torture them, why kill me? You could turn me you coward!”

You knew the leader would find the idea intriguing. Sure your brothers would hate you, but you’d be alive. That was better than nothing right? And you’d read blade! He became a better hunter after he was turned. It evened the playing fields.

“Don’t give me ideas little hunter. This won’t end well for you!”

“You’re stalling.” You taunted.

Edgar looked at you like you were crazy. What the hell were you doing. But you gave him your signature smile, one that assured him everything would be alright. Maybe being a vampire wouldn’t be so bad.

“We put our weapons down, you let our brother go.” Edgar demanded.

“You see, I would, but all this talk about a new fledglings got me excited. New trade, I’ll let you both leave here alive after I turn him.”

“No way!” Edgar yelled.

“Orian, please.” Alan plead.

“Just go! You can’t save the world if you’re dead right?”

And those were the words that sealed your fate. Your brothers got to live to see another day. And you’d outlive them.

#the lost boys #mutuals #vampires #vampire squad #david tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #laddie tlb #star tlb #max tlb #Edgar frog #alan frog #paul tlb