#mini pauline

[breadbuggenius]

(Drawn in 2021) I played Mario 3D World and Mario VS DK: Mini Land Mayhem in 2021, and drew these to commemorate that :]

[vintagestagehotties]

Mini Poll!

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

Pauline Ducruet || Miu Miu

[echoeternally]

Whoa, guess what I pulled back out from beyond the grave!

It's the series that started a little Peachline fever! And...I never followed up on that appropriately. Ah well.

Hope you enjoy some lovely Pauline adventuring to rescue her precious Princess Peach! She's the hero of this story.

[sims2veronaville]

In lighter news my sims 3 sim Gabe had kids with Monika Morris. They're called Herring, Tetra & Codwin 🤗

[hotdogs4breakfast]

Just a little cute idea I had ;)

I watched a YouTuber play this cuz I wasn’t paying 60 for that, but I really liked the cutscenes and the mini Marios to make a little something. I know that dk, Luigi, peach, and Pauline get their own toys in a later game but I like to make up in-game realities so what can I say

Also, WHEN IS NINTENDO GONNA RELEASE A LUIGI TOY FIGURE/PLUSH!? OR OF ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS!?

[inlovewithregencyera]

In Bloom: Mini-Regency Set

Hi, I have a miniset for you all which I've called ✨In Bloom✨, why you may ask? Because I couldn't think of any other name and my nirvana playlist was playing while making this...now proceeding to what you shall get:

You will be getting an Adult Female early 1820s formal/party dress, which was the first piece of cc I ever made last summer. I said I wasn't going to release it, however I've changed my mind. I used @peebsplays Sophia Dress, @gilded-ghosts Fanny dress, and some bows from @miikocc to make it. Here is the dress I was inspired by when making it from 1820, (It doesn't look like it but it that much was my first project sooo)

I'm sorry it only has 9 swatches and I can't seem to find the PSD I had for it. Otherwise, it's functioning and works for all body types.

Secondly, you will be getting a child regency dress, which is just a mesh edit of @peebsplays Caroline dress, and then I stuck my edited variation of @linzlu's Kirsten pantalettes onto it. Works for all body types and has 30 swatches.

Third, which is my favorite thing, child ringlets! I have struggled for the past few months trying to make accurate ringlets and I finally did it the other night. I used @the-melancholy-maiden's Caroline hair as a base, then used ringlets from @sixcirclescc's Serena Hair to paste and mirror around it. These ringlets are 18k poly, which is a bit high. Here is the little girl I was inspired by to make these ringlets, her name was either Pauline or Clementine so the ringlets are named Clementine Pauline. All natural swatches, minus the grays and salt and peppers because it's a child's hair.

I said they're regency for the sake of it but they can literally work for the vast majority of the 19th century, at least for the first and middle part of it.

Now, here are more pictures of everything in game, with and without my reshade from different angles.

Annddd here are some 1810s/1820s portraits

Please read my TOU before downloading.

As always, let me know if you have any issues! @alwaysfreecc

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[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

I determined this by a roll. Caden is the lucky Sim and gets a knitting basket, in his favourite colour. Maybe he’ll be joining Agnes in the village square as she cross-stitches?

We add an easel to the lot which turns out to be less popular than the Watcher anticipated.

Another day, another pixel that despises cooking. And what’s this occurring in Moojito’s shed? Spencer! You’re supposed to be an IRRESPONSIBLE Sim - not that we’re complaining.

Piper rejects Avery’s cooking in favour of some grilled eggplant (and seems to be having a better time), while Caden receives a hug from our main girlie.

For some reason in spite of the general bonhomie of everyone else, she’s in a bit of a funk today so we leave it to GOOD traited Spencer to lend reassurances while Pauline looks on encouragingly.

Then she refuses an embrace from him. Yikes. 

Even though Lilac’s in a strange mood, she’s bringing all the attraction alerts to the yard.

In spite of last night’s party pooper Patchy in the background - not to mention Piper’s hand going through the back of Avery’s head - I think that everyone’s outside for some fresh country air and wholesome bonding time. But Lilac evidently had another kind of bondage in mind, and makes Avery an offer that they can’t refuse.

Evidently it was just ‘hugs’ that she wasn’t in the mood for today.

We’re going off-site today so with our bachelorette occupied, chore montage hour kicks off early. Spencer and Pauline were our gardeners, Aubrey fished, and Lilac eventually took care of Moojito with her job much easier thanks to Spencer.

The second to have his embrace spurned is Caden, who is so embarrassed that he goes upstairs to cry in the closet. I make him play chess for a skill building activity, while Piper swims.

No Aubrey, you cannot 'attempt to swipe' from your own residence. Just hang in there a few more minutes.

For this household’s mini competition to see who gets a solo date with the bachelorette, we are putting our singing pipes to use! Doubtless anticipating the humiliation that awaits, our pixels are very reluctant to go inside. 

Even the promise of nectar isn’t sufficient to lure them, so the Watcher temporarily sacrifices her screencaps and activates the social club.

Oh hey, it’s Lilac’s old buddy Jacques. Who takes the opportunity to steal Avery's drink.

Caden and Lilac are looking like a couple on date night until they’re joined by Lilac’s crush Avery - then Aubrey disrupts the mood as only a KLEPTOMANIAC sim can, attempting to swipe the… wall graffiti.

Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t work. I love Klepto sims.

When’s a better time to sing in public then after some failed theft embarrassment? Everyone is at such a low level of singing that we can only do that one country ballad. Pauline and Piper take it outside, while Caden discovers what many femme sims have known for decades and that the bathroom is the perfect place to make a new friend.

Caden must have received some encouragement from the toilet bot, as he becomes inspired and is the first sim to reach Level 2.

(part ii coming soon! when canva is back up)

@plasmafruittree @x-digitaldollhouse-x @mdshh

@invisiblequeen @sleepyselkiesims @akitasimblr

[luveline]

oh god Eddie and roan requests are my kryptonite (i must re read the stories once a month or I'll perish so i guess opposite of kryptonite) and i think it would be so incredibly stinkin cute if Ro made some like mothers day art/gifts whatever at school and she gives them to the reader without saying they're for mother's day and reader is so thrilled they put it up on the fridge or whatever

thank you for your request, my love! eddie and roan ♡ (step)mom!reader, 2k

Eddie would one day like to pick Roan up from school without smelling like the shop, but today is not that day. She vaults into his waiting arms like a firecracker despite it, her arms around his neck, the sleeves of her red vinyl coat cold on his skin.

"I've wanted to hug you all day," she declares, her eyes bright with love. 

Eddie gives her a squeeze. "All day? You poor thing!" He eases her back to check her over, her cheeks already rosy in the cold, her hair a mess despite his best efforts that morning to avoid it. "Did you miss me?" 

"Like my head," she says. She's an animated talker, nodding with each word. 

"A hole in the head, is the saying," he tells her, punctuating with a kiss to her cheek. 

"But I don't want a hole in my head, so that doesn't make sense," she says. 

He smiles and steals another quick kiss. "That's the point, mini me," he says fondly. 

"Silly points don't count." 

"Who said anything about silly?" he asks, checking her water bottle is in her bag as he talks. 

Roan tells him exactly who's been talking about silly as he walks her to the car. She's heavy enough to make his arms ache despite doing the same thing near enough every day for years. He's relieved to set her down when they get to the car in her seat, tossing her backpack and strapping her into her seat. 

Eddie gets behind the wheel. He has to pick you up from work while your car is in the shop, so you're finishing early today. 

"Daddy?" 

"Yeah?" he asks, checking his rearview. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

Eddie starts the car, pulling out of the lot carefully and turning onto the road leading away from the elementary school. "Yeah, babe. You can always ask me something." 

Roan leans back in her chair, toying with the string coming from her coat hood. "Well, it's about Y/N." 

"That's my favourite kind of question." 

"But I don't want you to tell her that I asked you," she says hesitantly. 

Eddie divides his attention between the road and his daughter carefully. "Ro," he says, reaching back with his hand to squeeze her knee. It's quite acrobatic. "Listen, baby, if you ever wanna tell me anything just for my ears, that's no problem. I'm good at keeping secrets." 

Roan grabs her bag. "Well. Well, I made her some things today for arts and crafts, but– but Pauline said maybe Y/N wouldn't want them 'cos she's not my real mommy, and I said that's not true, because I call her mommy, and Pauline said that's not how it works." 

Eddie winces. He knew eventually someone would have something to say about you, but he hadn't expected it to be tiny Pauline. It makes sense, though: Pauline's mom is a mean gossip. 

"How do you feel about it?" he asks.

"Well… well, I don't know." 

"Do you want me to tell you a secret?" 

Roan makes a confused noise. "Okay." 

"Okay. A week ago, when you went to Uncle Wayne's for a sleepover, you kissed Y/N on the cheek and you said, 'bye mommy.'" Eddie's tone goes soft as he remembers it. "Remember?" 

"Yeah," she says. 

"When you left, she turned to me and she was so, so happy. She gave me a hug and she said to me, Eddie, I'm the luckiest girl in the world," Eddie recounts, taking the turn that leads to your workplace, knowing he doesn't have a whole lot of time to explain. "Ro, she loves you, and she loves being your mom. She didn't have you in her tummy, so sometimes people will say she's not your real mommy, but it doesn't matter how they feel, it matters how you feel. Like, sometimes you want to call her mom, and sometimes you call her Y/N, and those are both okay. That's perfect, really, because you should call her whatever you want. Does that make sense?" 

He peeks at Roan in the mirror. She's smiling, relief clear as day on her face. "I want her to be my mom forever." 

Eddie can't see the future, but with a ring on your finger, and the amount of times he's seen you cry or be emotional over how lucky you feel, he doesn't think it's a lie when he says, "Then she will be." 

"Really?"

"Babe, you should ask her yourself. I know she'd tell you the same thing I'm telling you. You don't need to worry about what Pauline thinks, just what you think." 

Roan hums, noncommittal. 

You're waving as soon as you see the car outside of work despite the coworker you're standing next to. "Roan!" you yell, voice muffled by the closed door between you and them, fast walking to the car where it idles. "You're never gonna guess what! I got you something!" You pull open the passenger side door and climb in, nearly closing it on your foot. You don't have eyes for Eddie as you wield three paper stubs from your purse. "I didn't tell you because I had to wait, but last week I asked Madeline from work to do a favour for me if she could, and– and–" You put the paper straight and point to the words with a neat fingernail. "Can you read that, princess?" 

"Uhm," Roan says, clearly startled by your excitement, "it says, Princess Polly," —her voice takes a noticeable hike— "the muss–muss…" 

"Do you want me to tell you?" you ask. She nods. Your simmering happiness comes to a boil. "They're tickets to go see Princess Polly: The Musical!" 

Roan's brain takes a second to catch up. When it does, Eddie wishes he had the foresight to bring his ear defenders home with him. 

In all the excitement, Eddie and Roan's discussion gets put on pause, as does dinner. The car ride is a babbling, giggling mess, and all Roan wants to do when you get home is change into her Princess Polly dress and watch the movie. 

You're pleased with yourself and her reaction, Eddie can tell, shifting gently from foot to foot in your stockings in front of the countertop chopping broccoli while Eddie washes his hands to help. 

"That went well, yeah?" you ask. 

"I think it went more than well. How much did they set you back?" 

"Eddie," you chastise lightly. "I thought we were going to stop talking about money." 

"It's kind of impossible to not talk about money." 

"Right," you agree, shovelling broccoli into a colander. You start on the carrots next. "But we were gonna stop talking about individual costs now because we have the budget book. I don't like how stressed out you get, you'll get a migraine."  

Eddie makes himself sweat worrying about money and you hate seeing him like that. You're a bleeding heart. You care about him deeply. You love him, of course, but there's a second layer to that Eddie feels not everyone is lucky enough to have. Case in point —you towel your hands off and reach for him, scraping the hair away from his face with tender touches. 

"Please don't worry, Eds. They fit in our budget very nicely, I promise," you say, fingertip trailing a tickling path up his cheek.

He trusts you and he knows you're more than clever enough to be smart about how you're spending money so close to the wedding. 

"Not worrying," he says, forcing a smile that turns authentic the longer he looks at you. 

Your returning smile is saccharine. He thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen, especially looking as happy as you do. "You're drying your hands in my blazer, aren't you?" 

He presses a cold hand under your blazer to your shirt. "No?" 

"It's okay… I'll be your dish rag," you wrinkle your nose, laughing at your own joke with self-disgust. "Yikes. I love you." 

"I love you too," he says, turning into a melty mess of a man, burying his face in the side of your neck. "How was your day? Was your lunch okay, with the new croutons?" Eddie's chief lunch maker.

"The croutons were just as good as the other ones, thank you thank you. You're tickling my neck like that," you whine playfully, leaning back in the circle of his arms. "Come on, I wanna hug you more than anything but I need to get the veggies in to roast and- Hey baby! Oh my gosh, look at you!" 

Eddie turns away to see what has you fawning. Roan's put her Princess Polly dress on, the newer one with mesh sleeves intact, matching tiara perched on hair she's brushed and frizzified. She looks gorgeous. 

"You have to watch the movie with me, you need to know the words to her song," Roan says, spinning in a delighted spin. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna!" you agree. You look around her, having caught sight of the paper in her hands she's now put behind her back again. "What's that? Is that for me?" 

"They're for you," Roan says. She hesitates, looking at Eddie. 

He nods encouragingly from your side. He doesn't care what Pauline's mom thinks, if Roan loves you as a mom, and you love her as your daughter, that's real. 

Roan smiles and comes forward. Eddie already got you a bunch of stuff for mother's day, but he thinks he probably should've gotten Roan involved for some homemade crafts when he sees the look on your face. You rub your thumb over a card made of purple craft paper. There's pink and white feathers arranged in a heart shape, the PVA glue still heavy and damp in splodges. Your eyes track to the centre, your smile wide enough to apple your cheeks. 

Happy Mother's Day has been written in the teacher's pencil and copied meticulously by Roan's red felt tip. 

"I wanted it to be perfect," Roan says. 

You laugh breathlessly. "It is," you say, lips parting as you open the card. "It's perfect, Ro. Oh, gosh." 

To my Mommy is in huge letters at the top. A poem about mothers and guardians has been stapled to the middle, and Roan's signed off with her name and three hearts. 

You close it and hold it to your chest. "Thank you so much, Roan. This is the best card I've ever been given." 

"And there's this too," she says. 

She feeds a paper crown into your hands. You put it on immediately, setting aside your card with utmost care and gathering her into your arms for a silk and tulle hug. 

"Do we look good, dad?" Roan asks, her shoulder pressed to yours as you crouch for a squeeze.

Eddie scrambles backward for the third drawer under the cutlery. "You look so good! Stay there, I think I have a camera down here." 

"We need to go watch the movie," Roan objects, though she's turned to a floppy weight in your arms, giggling as you run your fingers through her dark hair. 

"I need to take a picture! This one can go up on our welcome board at the reception," he says, digging through the drawer fruitlessly. 

He finds ìt. Bringing it to his eye before he misses the perfect shot, Eddie lines the finder with your hug, stepping back to fit your arms doubled around her waist, and the frills of her pink socks on the ceramic tile floor. The kitchen glows with early evening light, and Eddie can smell washing detergent, hand soap, and the freshness of chopped greens. He barely notices the smell of diesel lingering in his hair. 

You close your eyes, nose pressed to the top of Roan's head. Eddie gets a jolt of love and pride like an extra spoon of sugar in a warm cup of honey tea. This is as good as it gets, he bets. 

"Say cheese!" he commands. 

Roan bears her baby teeth. "Cheese!" 

You slide your cheek next to Roan's and smile. It's a million miles from that unsure, awkward grin you used to give him, but every iteration of your smile is perfect to Eddie. He takes three whole pictures in case the first two don't come out.

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[sugarmasonmearii]

[Repost] Mario Pokémon Trainers Series

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Almost a year ago, I started this mini drawing series, where I drew the eight well-known human main characters from Super Mario in outfits of the player trainers from all Pokémon regions, in (almost) their official 2D art style, by Shigeru Miyamoto. It's actually hard to capture the full essence of the 2D art style, so I could only get as close as I can. But I think I did okay.

The inspiration behind this series was the stickers from Mario Party Superstars, and since I had been drawing so much Pokémon and missed drawing some Mario, yeah this was the result.

Three months of work, and I did all of this before on computer mouse so it's no easy task. Although after I did Yoshi, I closed off this series and moved on to making more Commissions and finishing my own projects. Despite that, these still get the attention of many in DeviantArt, not so much on Twitter anymore cuz these are literally my first art entries in that site.

I chose a Pokémon from the region assigned to each character:

Mario - I chose Kanto for him, as well as Pikachu because the first Generation is the mascot region of Pokemon, reflecting Mario being the mascot of Super Mario ofc.

Luigi - Johto is actually a region beloved by a lot of people, and Luigi is almost the same, sometimes even more preferred than their counterparts. Although Chikorita's there cuz... green.

Peach - My origin region Hoenn. I chose Skitty for her cuz pink and cute, and perfect for a princess like her.

Daisy - Ironic for a Princess living in a hot biome to be assigned in the coldest region, but at least she has a shiny fellow warm-biome friend Luxio.

Wario - Unova, like Wario and Warioland series, two things that only get the love they deserve way later. Picked Tepig for him, although there are other Unovan Pokémon that'd fit along.

Waluigi - The least loved region, paired with the unloved Luigi Clone. Inkay is due to its evolution method, which also alludes to Waluigi's emblem being an inverted L.

Rosalina - Frankly it's due to the Minior why I assigned her to Alola.

Pauline - Same thing with Grookey that's why she's assigned to Galar.

Yoshi - Someone begged and guilt-tripped me nonstop from the comments in DA, that's why this thing happened. 😑 This too is why I had to strictly implement the "No Free Art Requests!" rule.

Will the series continue? Apparently it did because of this commission. But again, I don't intend on voluntarily continuing this series. So if your character didn't came out, you can always commission me :) ...

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If you're interested in a commission from me, [do check here] for details. Or you can check my [Carrd art commissions.] Or you can DM me too.

You can support me via [Ko-fi] and/or [Patreon] too!

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Fanart: Me Super Mario and Pokémon: (c) Nintendo and Game Freak

Do not rip, trace, steal, copy, distribute, or use without consent please!

[fandomgirlz01]

Holding Onto You Pt.1

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Mini Series 

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content. 

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,885 

Post Date & Time: November 27th 2024 at 9:34PM

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Masterlist

Warnings Here

Listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}.  

Summary:  When the Reader goes through something very hard she tells Pauline about it, but begs her not to tell Timothée. However Timothée learns about it and is determined to go and be there for his best friend. 

PSA from Faith: I {Faith} have not learned any French so if it any of the French is off please let me know. I {Faith} have however learned a little bit (by a little bit I mean a very little bit…) of Italian and am still learning and am not well versed in it yet, but I hope I can be one day. For now just please let us know if any of it is off and we will fix it as soon as we can. For now I’ve {Faith} used what very little I do know as well as a LOT of google translate as well as a LOT of research too.

Why must love suck so much? You think as you walk down the aisles, only seemingly able to find romance books while playing with the small T necklace around your neck. You don’t want a romance book right now, not after just being cheated on. All you really want is your best friend, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what happened. He’s been so focused on his newest movies, having to film for Wonka and Dune 2 back to back and you know for a fact that if you’d told him he would jump on the first flight home just to be with you. 

You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him and make him leave what he’s been so focused on and so passionate about lately. So you’d told his sister Pauline, who has always been just as close to you as Timothée has been. You sigh at the memories of the FaceTime call from the previous last few nights. 

You sit on the couch after just having a big blow out fight with your now ex boyfriend, Malcom. You’d come home for the night all happy and giddy to have a nice dinner with your boyfriend, but that’s not what happened. You walked into the strangely, eerily quiet apartment and thought about it for a moment before shaking your head. You dismissed the weird atmosphere and walked up to your room where you’d found your boyfriend on top of another woman. You then yelled and screamed back and forth for a good two hours before you’d kicked him out. So now you sit on your couch with a box of tissues and you're on a FaceTime call with your best -girl- friend Pauline. 

“You should tell Timmy. He’d wanna be there for you and you know it,” she tells you and you just sniffle before blowing your nose again. 

“No. He’s so focused right now. I don’t wanna ruin it for him. His career is just getting to the point he wants it to. I’m not gonna be the one that pulls him away from that,” you reply and she just sighs, clicking her tongue at you while shaking her head. 

“Well, I still think he’d wanna know…” she gives you the side eye, trying to change your mind. 

“He won’t know, not till he’s done filming,” you stubbornly tell her, making her sigh again. 

“But-” she started to go on and you shook your head. 

“I’m not telling him and you have to promise you won’t either,” you cut her off before sternly telling her not to utter a word. 

“Fine. I won’t tell him, but just take care of yourself, okay?” she asks and you don’t hesitate to agree, giving a false promise. 

“Do you pinky promise…” you ask, giving her a side eye and she groans. 

“Not this again…” She rolls her eyes. 

“It’s the most solemn of vows. Now pinky promise,” you push and she sighs, shaking her head. 

“Fine. I pinky promise,” she relents as she lifts her pinky to the camera before kissing her thumb. 

“There, happy now?” she asks and you shrug halfheartedly. 

“Yeah. I guess I am,” you tell her and she shakes her head. 

You snap out of the memory and sigh. It’s safe to say you didn’t do as you’d promised her, you definitely aren’t doing well. You haven’t fully eaten anything except a little bit of snacking since it happened, but you’ve done your absolute best to make yourself seem as normal as possible so people wouldn’t catch on that something was wrong. That means going to Barnes and Noble like you had planned about a week before everything fell apart. So here you are, trying to seem normal to all of the people around you as you silently curse at romance books you would have once picked up with a giddy smile while you fall apart on the inside. 

You scan a few more before reaching out for a book that actually catches your eye. You carefully slip it off the shelf, looking over the front cover before flipping it to read the synopsis on the back. You read over it only to roll your eyes before putting it back with an annoyed scowl when you realize it’s another romance book. After a few minutes you pick out another book with an interesting spine and turn it to look at the cover. 

You roll your eyes again and let out an annoyed, almost angry huff. It’s only another love story with a couple kissing passionately under the sunset on the front cover. You shove it back into place where it once resided. Romance and love is all just bullshit, it doesn’t really exist, you think to yourself before shaking your head. You were here to forget about all that stuff, seeing as it was the absolute last thing you wanted to think about. You walk down another aisle with the new intention of leaving the store and heading home to read the few books you did find interesting in hopes of it getting your mind off of your discovery from a few days ago. 

You can’t help but continue to think about it though. You thought you’d known him well, but you were proven wrong when you found him in bed with the other woman. How naïve could I have really been? All the signs were there, how did I not see them? You think to yourself with a permanent frown on your face as you continue walking towards the stairs to the bottom floor of the store, but soon one last row jumps out at you and you make a last second decision to stop and look down the shelf.

You set down the books you hold on the edge of the shelf to look for a moment before you see someone out of the corner of your eye on the opposite side of the shelf, but you pay them no mind as you continue looking through the books. You assume they’re just looking at the books on the other side of the shelf, but after you finish looking at one of the books it’s clear their eyes are on you and not the other books on the other side. Oh, what the hell does this person want?! You think to yourself when after a moment they still don’t move and your eyebrows pull together in frustration. 

“Can I help-” you start in a ticked off tone as you move the books out of the way to look at the person, but all the words on your tongue die off when you actually see who it is. 

Timothée, your lifelong best friend (and love of your life, but that’s for a little later) stands there with a small, shy yet hesitant smile. You gape at him though the books that have been pushed aside for a moment, trying to get words to form, but your brain doesn’t want to seem to work. 

“Hi…” he breathes out softly as he smiles sheepishly at you, but all you can see is happiness in his eyes at just seeing you. 

He comes around the bookshelf, making you turn to him and stare displeased at him. The look in his eyes changes, holding a look of pain and guilt as you refuse to let up on your displeased look. He shouldn’t be here and he knows that you know he knows what had happened as you cross your arms. You stand there with an eyebrow raised and arms still crossed, waiting on him to give you anything as to why he’s here. 

Finally after a moment of silence, you throw your hands up with a sigh and turn away from him. You want to smile, throw yourself into his arms and hug the life out of him, telling him how happy you are to see him, but you couldn't because he isn’t supposed to be here. He’s supposed to be filming for Dune 2. Most importantly, he wasn’t supposed to know about you being cheated on, he wasn’t supposed to see you as this person you were right now. 

“What are you doing here?” You finally hiss out at him, staring him down with wide eyes that make him a little nervous, but he also notices that even when mad you slightly move closer to him, almost as if you were a compass needle and he your cardinal direction. 

He shrugs as he keeps his hands in his pocket so you won’t see how balled up he keeps them when he sees just how broken you are. He tries to keep himself from right out telling you right here right now how he feels and he sure as hell fights himself on wanting to go hunt the jerk down. No, he won’t do that. He keeps reminding himself he needs to be there for you more than anything else right now, not professing his undying love for you or rather beating your now ex, who had made the biggest mistake he could: he hurt you. 

“I heard about what that dick did. I couldn’t just not come check up on you, Il mio angelo {my angel},” he informs you with a soft look as he tries to read your emotions. He knows how good you’ve gotten at hiding them, but has always been able to read you like an open book; his favorite book. 

He watches as your jaw ticks ever so slightly and anger rolls over you as you clench your fist. He watches as the anger flows, but he can tell you’re not really angry at him, you’re just misplacing your anger. 

“I’m going to kill your sister,” you growl as you cross your arms once more, shaking your head in disappointment that your best (girl) friend would go behind your back and tell him when you specifically made her promise not to. 

“Now, don’t do that. I forced her to tell me,” Timothée admits with a small shrug of his shoulders as he kicks lightly at the ground. 

“It’s just… When we were on the phone the other night…” he trails off as he feels himself get choked up at his own memory and you give him expectant eyes, telling him to go on. 

“You weren’t yourself, okay?!” he grumbles with a frown, but he has to take a breath to steady his own rising emotions as he pulls his hands from his pockets to press his palms into his eyes for a moment. 

“I got worried and asked her if she knew if anything was up. To her credit she said no for a good while, but I know when my sister is lying to me and I know when something is up with you…” he continues to explain as he finally pulls his hands away from his face to look at you once more and his stare feels like he’s looking into your soul. 

“So I knew if you wouldn’t tell me, you’d tell her. So I pushed and pushed,” he explains some more with another small shrug and you don’t even seem to understand how you affect him as he stands there, almost pleading with you to understand. 

“Finally she saw just how worried I was and broke. After she told me, I was on my first flight back,” he finishes explaining and watches you contemplate it for a moment. 

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not important. I’m not that important. You should have stayed and focused on the movie,” You try to sound as assuring as you can so he’ll stop worrying, you hate worrying anyone, but especially him. 

It never felt good to have him worried, you always would have a terrible gut wrenching feeling when he was worried about you. In your mind he always deserved and deserves to be the happiest he can be, but he can’t exactly be happy if you’re worrying him all the time. He holds back a groan as he reaches up and frustratedly rubs at his eyes again. He pulls his hands back down as he lets out a huff and frowns at you, hating that you even remotely feel that way. Have I not always made it known that she’s my number one priority? He wonders sadly to himself as he tries to figure out why you feel like you can’t tell him everything anymore. 

“It is a big deal and you definitely matter, dolce ragazza {Sweet girl}. Please don’t say that. You’ll always, always matter to me,” he protests as he reaches up, grabbing you by the elbows and tries to get you to look at him. 

“But… but you have a lot going on with work. You need to focus on the movie…” you mutter out as you try to keep up with the façade that you’ve built up, but it slowly starts to crumble along with your resolve and he softly shushes you while shaking his head. 

“We’re not talking about me. It’s you, I'm worried about la mia goccia di sole {My sundrop}. All of that can wait. You come first,” Timothée parrots his words from earlier. 

“I came because I wanted to make sure you were okay. Pauline would have too, but she has a lot more going on then I do,” he explains as he rubs your arms softly as he continues to try to look in your eyes. 

You finally sigh as all the emotions start to show on your face and he moves his hands down your arm until he’s holding yours. He slips his fingers through yours until the palm of his hand is flat against your very own palm. Finally you look up at him and he smiles a sad yet soft smile at you as he searches your eyes for the answer you still won’t give him. 

“There you are, ma chérie {My Love},” he whispers sweetly to you and the nickname is the one that finally breaks you. 

Your lower lip begins to tremble and you curse yourself for letting him break you. You trap it between your teeth in hopes he didn’t see it, but he definitely did. With a shaky inhale, you nod at him as he asks you if you’re okay with his eyes, but he gives you a knowing look as you slowly spiral. You always cave for him, always crumbling with just one stern look from him. It’s always been hard to lie to him, no matter how hard you try you just never can.

“I’m not okay…” you mutter out as you finally admit it out loud and tears start to fill your eyes. 

“And I’m breaking down in a Barnes and Noble, I’m such a wimp,” your voice cracks as you put yourself down and Timothée is quickly shaking his head with a frown as he shushes you. 

“You've just been cheated on. You’re not a wimp for crying about that. Come with me…” he tells you as he reaches up and pulls you into a hug before he’s turning and walking with you tucked under his arm. 

He quickly walks you out of the store and looks around. It only takes him a moment before he spots your car and guides you over to it. You unlock and he opens the back door, dramatically bowing and you giggle which makes him smile proudly at the fact he’s made you giggle through your tears. You step in, dropping your bag to the floor below you before making yourself comfortable and he soon follows. 

Soon there’s a serenity that falls over the car as the two of you cuddle in close. You sit comfortably pressed up against his side, his arm slung around you as your head rests on his shoulder and his head rests softly against your own. His hand grabs yours and you hold his, resting both on your shoulder as you keep a light death grip on his. His thumb draws circles on your hand, only giving you more serenity the more you relax against him. It almost feels like no time has passed the longer you two sit there, saying everything and nothing all at once. 

He’s always been so good at getting you calm and relaxed, you missed him and this so, so much. Your anger slowly flows away as you sit cuddled up to your best friend and you start to feel a little upset with how you’d treated him inside. You want to open your mouth and tell him how sorry you are for being angry and how much you’ve missed him, how much you’ve missed this, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, making your eyes well up more and more with tears you refuse to shed. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, mon fleur {my flower}? I could have been here sooner,” Timothée whispers, being the first to speak up and you stay quiet, making him frown. 

“I’ll admit it, miele {honey}, it did hurt when I found out that you told Paulie first and broke down to her when the two of us have always been closer out of the three of us. I promise I'm not jealous, I just want to know why you didn't want me to know. Would me knowing about it have been so bad?” he continues and you can hear the shakiness to his tone as he asks you about it, making the tears you’ve been holding back finally fall like a river before you could stop them. 

You hiccup as the tears slowly start to turn into sobs, making you turn and bury your face into his neck. He lets out a soft “oh tesoro {sweetheart},” his lips pressing a firm kiss to your forehead as he starts to whisper comforting words. His other hand comes up and cradles your head, his fingers carding though your hair as he massages your head softly. The thought of you not knowing what to do without him makes you cry even harder and again he’s shushing you softly. 

“Shh, dolce ragazza {sweet girl}. It’s okay. I’m right here,” he softly promises you as he continues to massage your scalp. 

You really don’t know what you’d do without him, with his hands and his wonderful touch. Not to mention the soft voice he always without fail used around you. To you he was the most beautiful man on the planet. You always wonder what you did to deserve him, because honestly you feel like you don’t sometimes. To you he’s a literal angel and what are you? You’re just a fool who fell for love only to be crushed by it. 

“Please don’t cry, sweetheart. I hate it when you cry. Means I haven’t been taking good care of you,” he mutters out as his own emotions take over. 

“Plus. He’s not worth it,” he adds on as he continues to hold back his own tears back. 

You sniffle as you come to the realization that you’ve just been hurting him too. You lift your head with a frown, looking into his mossy green eyes that you’ve always loved, seeing that you’re right, you’ve been causing him pain and you hate that you have. Why couldn’t I have just been with him? It’d be so much easier with him. You wonder to yourself as you reach up and wipe at your own red and puffy eyes before shaking your head in denial. 

“You’ve always taken care of me. Timmy. This isn’t on you. I’m so sorry for being angry at you for showing up. I was just angry that this happened. I really thought he was a good guy,” you immediately apologize.

“And for the record, I hate seeing you cry too. It’s rather sad to see your baby face contort when you do,” you joke, calling back to his SNL skit with a small smirk when he gasps, looking shocked at you. 

He looks at you shocked for a moment before his lips stretch into a smile and soon you're smirking proudly as he laughs a good long laugh at your joke. Soon you start to laugh too and for a moment, you completely forget why you’re even sad. After the moment ends, though, your face falls again and so does his. 

“I really am sorry I didn’t tell you, but I knew that if you’d known about it you'd be worried and concerned for me. I knew you wouldn’t sleep at all while filming Dune until you knew for sure I’d be okay…” you explain as you look away from him again, not able to look him in the eyes as you admit it all. 

“I also knew you’d get aggressive once you did know. You would have gone and tried to do something reckless for me and I didn’t want you doing that,” you admit as you think back on the last time you were in a bad relationship. 

“So I told Paulie before I told you and I begged her not to say anything so you could focus. I can handle anything, but I didn’t want you to look at me differently. Paulie looked at me with sisterly sadness, and that I can handle, but when you look at me in any different way…” you try to explain and trail off, not fully able to explain where your head's at.

“Anyway, that’s why I asked her not to tell you. You needed to focus on the movie and I didn’t want to be seen as this broken sad girl to you again. I’m sorry I tried to hide it from you and I’m sorry I was more angry about you being here then happy about it,” you finish explaining and giving your apology, but it only makes you start crying again. 

“Oh, mon amour…” he whispers out the nickname, giving you butterflies as he shakes his head and his hand reaches up and he gently grabs your chin, pulling you to look at him. 

“Don’t apologize. I get it now and you're right. Paulie will always give you more of a sisterly look. You definitely can handle anything, I'll give you that, but we all need extra help sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with that,” he tells you as he squeezes your hand while looking into your eyes. 

You feel a magnetic pull to kiss his lips, but you resist and force yourself to look away again. After a moment, though, you look back at him with a big grin taking over your face and a look of fondness rolling off of you. 

“Thank you, Timmy. I needed that. You know me. Sometimes I just forget to accept any help. I actually really missed you,” you tell him, pulling him into a hug and he lets out an oof sound before chuckling as he wraps his arms around you. 

“I missed you too. More than you know, Il mio piccolo girasole {my little sunflower}. With my baby face contorted up every night without you. Ask Zay, it’s true,” he jokes with you and you can’t help but blush as he holds you a little closer in the hug. 

You take a deep breath in and subtly take in a whiff of his cologne, smelling only what you could describe as your best friend and it soothes you. He only soothes you more as he rubs your arm up and down with the tips of his fingers. Damn him for knowing exactly how to calm me. You think to yourself as you fall farther into a serenity that only he brings you. 

“Have you by any chance eaten at all since it happened, angelo {Angel}?” he suddenly asks and you pause for a moment. 

“A snack here or there…” you answer with a small shrug as if it’s nothing and he sighs. 

“Coccinella {Ladybug}, you need to eat,” he chides you and you shake your head. 

“I’m fine. I swear,” you whine out like a petulant child and he gives you a scornful look. 

“Give me your keys,” he lightly commands, holding his hand out and you give him a defiant look with crossed arms. 

“Timmy. I’m not a kid…” you mutter out and he shakes his head. 

“Says the girl acting like a kid. Now give me the keys, y/n,” he demands and you hold your defiance for a moment as he gives you a persistent scornful look. 

Eventually you break and sigh before leaning forward to dig around in your bag. Once your hand finds them you pull them out and plop them into his hand. He smiles proudly at you and squeezes your shoulder as you lean back into his side. 

“Must we-” you start to ask in an annoyed tone, but your own stomach cuts you off with a growl and Timothée chuckles. 

“By that sound your stomach just made… yes, tesoro mio {my darling}, we must,” he jokes before groaning when you smack him in the stomach. 

“Don’t patronize me,” you tell him with a pout that makes him smile. 

“Ahh, come on. You're my favorite person to patronize, though,” he playfully whines out as he grabs your chin, moving your face back and forth. 

“Timmy…” you groan, carrying out the m sound of his name as you move your face away from his hand before hiding in his shoulder so he won’t see you blush as madly as you do. 

“Okay. Okay. Let’s go get that stomach of yours some food,” he lets up with a chuckle before laying a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“Okay. What does that stomach of yours want?” Timothée asks once you both are settled into the front seat of your car. 

“I really don’t know… anything is fine,” you halfheartedly say with a shrug, refusing to look at him again. 

“Miele (honey), you know I can read you like an open book,” he softly but firmly reminds you as he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Now you know I know you don’t mean that. There’s gotta be something you want after almost a week of not eating,” he continues, giving you a stern look that he hopes will show that he’s not taking no for an answer and soon he’s smiling ever so slightly as he watches you squirm in your seat for a moment. 

“Fine… I could really go for a good burger from In-N-Out…” you finally relent and he grins, proud that he broke though your stubbornness.

“See, was that so hard? Now let’s go get you that burger,” he declares as he starts your car up before backing it out of the parking space. 

He drives and the two of you talk the whole way to the restaurant until he finally pulls up to the man standing at the end of the drive through. He recites your order so easily and you smile softly at him as you nod when he turns to you for confirmation that it’s right. After the food is ordered it feels like it takes absolutely no time for you to receive said food and then he’s driving to your apartment. Again, the ride seems like no time passes and soon you are unlocking your front door for both of you to step into your humble abode. You toe off your shoes next to the door, as does Timothée. 

Together you walk to the kitchen and you pull out two plates, handing one to him. Both of you plate up your food, before walking over to the couch. 

“What do you wanna watch?” You ask Timothée and he shrugs. 

“I’m good with whatever,” he tells you and you sigh dramatically. 

“That doesn’t help, because I don’t know what to watch either!” You groan out and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“How about we don’t watch anything and just enjoy each other’s company, mia cara {my dear}?” he playfully questions and you sigh. 

“I guess we can do that,” you agree with a playful roll of your eyes. 

You guys then proceed to eat and talk, just catching up after not seeing each other in person for a good few months. After you’ve finished eating you set your plate aside and pull your legs up onto the couch as you turn to look at him. He too sets his plate aside and turns to look at you. The two of you talk for hours and hours with you changing positions again. You lay your head in his lap and he smiles as the two of you continue to talk, but slowly you get more and more tired. He seems to notice as he starts to massage your head, carding his fingers through your hair. Soon you fall asleep and he’s gently carrying you to your bed and kissing your forehead goodnight. 

“Goodnight, amore mio {my love},” he whispers out to you softly before going to stand, but he lets out a quiet yelp when you pull him back down, breathing out a soft “stay,” and he blinks at you for a moment before silently agreeing. He pulls you close and you cuddle into him with a sleepy sigh. He can’t help but smile softly, soon falling asleep by your side.

To Be Continued…

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Good luck, Babe! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pauline Peyraud-Magnin

"When L/n found out that her husband was trending, she didn't expect it to be about cheating. Now trying to balance retirement and parenting, it was difficult to not think of a certain french woman." TEASER! FIC IS NOT COMPLETE YET

Mini playlist: Idfc, Good luck Babe, dinner date

featuring:

Y/n L/n

Toni Kroos

Pauline Peyraud-Magnin

Alex Scott

Leah Williamson

Author note: guys I am a slow writer but I also just wanted yall to get a glimpse on how the fic is, I will probably post this on new years lollll but please don't lose faith or hope on me! I genuinely sat and wrote today because I didn't want to let yall (only 3 people) down ❥

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Mini Poll!

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Pauline Ducruet || Miu Miu

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i should be asleep, quick post angsty TF2 AU art

silly thing that has been marinating in my mind since my tf2 hyperfixation rose from the dead and gripped me by my throat. thank u emesis blue and lil pootis :3

basically, the idea is that this au takes place in a not so distant future, where the two merc teams have been merged into just being Team Fortress under the employment of Saxton Hale, (who just wants to see them beat the crap out of whatever weird, otherwordly beings always tend to pop up around them) and their new Administrator, Miss Pauline, (who is far nicer to work with and gets them, like, actual mercenary and espionage work.) following the death of the Mann brothers and the old Administrator.

(lore continued below + scout's injuries)

The two teams actually get on really well, (really really well if you're Blu Soldier and Red Demo, or Red Spy and Blu Engineer ;) ) and they end up dropping their defenses a little, because surely no one would be stupid enough to target an eighteen strong pack of near feral, borderline insane mercs, as well as their two incredibly fierce, very scary lady associates, Zhanna and Pauline, right?

Well, apparently not, because an old enemy of the Red Spy figures out that the man's son is working with him, and he has a personal grudge against both of them due to something that happened when Jeremey (Red Scout) was a baby. He rounds up a few ex-Conagher Industries employees who have just enough insider knowledge to help him steal and rebuild a functioning respawn machine. Once it's complete, he picks three Mercs to kidnap in order to test the machine, as well as figure out what exactly it is that allows the machine to work on them.

First, lets talk about the Red Scout, Jeremey. Spy's old enemy used to have a brother, until the fool accepted a job that involved him sneaking into a small home in Boston and taking out the son of one of the best spies currently active. Obviously, Spy took care of the issue, though this was the reason he actually ended up leaving. Revenge is only half the reason Scout gets picked, though, with the other being that he's incredibly immune to the effects of radiation on the human body, and actual seems to thrive off it, reaching speeds that really shouldn't be possible. His kidnappers really end up pushing this resistance, and end up leaving him with an incredibly nasty burn that was left too long for respawn to fix.

Next up is the Red Medic, Ludwig. Medic ends up getting nabbed purely because they need someone with the medical knowledge and technology to keep Scout and Soldier alive while they get taken apart in an attempt to figure out exactly how respawn works. He's only allowed to heal them if their kidnappers deem it necessary, or if he gives them the information they try and beat out of him about how he and Engineer managed to have the technology they do. Weeks spent either in isolation or listening to/seeing the people he's grown close to get tortured or killed for other's amusement makes it so that, when they finally get free, he's gone almost feral, and isn't afraid to take a chunk out of anyone who gets too close to him, Scout, or Soldier, be they friend or foe.

Last, but certainly not least, is Blu Soldier, John. Now, unlike Scout and Medic, Soldier wasn't actually supposed to be kidnapped. It was actually supposed to be one of the Engineers, but his kidnapper only received the instructions to grab the "loud, helmet-wearing American with the metal weapon" so. y'know. 😬

Trying again isn't really an option, though, so poor Solly gets to be a science experiment and a human punching bag/ gun practice target. Lucky him! He is also who they test the limits of respawn on, which results in him loosing his sight by the time help arrives.

also mini headcannon that Red Scout has his dad's black hair, he just dyes it. By the time he gets out, he really looks just like a younger Spy.

id like to do a fic for this au one day. and also maybe pick a name for it

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pt.3 BOOK 2!!!!

Halt is a Dad. He is such a Dad. I loved him in this book. Sending Will away on a "safe" mission (honey, you've got a big storm coming) so he can relax even in a time of war and regain trust in himself is so sweet.

He was so like, idk loving? when talking to Gilan about this mission. The vibe to me was just "I'm proud of you and trust you, you have nothing to worry about. I've seen what you've become and know you can do this"

All three of them ribbing on each other when Gilan first arrives, they're so comfy with each other!

Also recommending Horace in part because he's Will's friend and he wants to let these kids just, be kids together? I have cavities.

And THEN. They've gone on the mission. His two boys are out of the house, off on a journey and he's stuck in Araluen. And he's coping. He's coping in a very healthy and normal manner.

He's coping by throwing people into moats. Hilarious.

Arald, Rhodney and Lady Pauline put their heads together, figure out that it's empty nest syndrome, and decide to shove a happy child who needs a little bit of reassurance in his general direction: Alyss.

They think this will solve him chucking people into moats.

She tells him to do it again. Beautiful, this is so fun. Half the time they're on this mini journey Halt's thinking about Will. It's great.

I have a lot of feelings for this family can you tell?

The romance is clunky. That's like my big negative for this book. Alyss declaring when she was young that she was going to marry Will? Very cute. Her telling his dad that? Why? that's my only complaint with it why would she tell him that?

Also everyone being hung up on Pauline and Halt maybe being a thing in the past? It wasn't really confirmed, heavily implied maybe, and I think that two people who are dedicated to their jobs drifting apart and ending a relationship, then years later getting back together as they've both grown and missed the other person in that way and coming out of it stronger is a super sweet story. It'd be adorable. But it's like, thrown in there by other characters? and it's out of place almost? especially since their country just entered war?

I had a similar problem with the kiss in book one. Objectively? very sweet, i didn't mind it. But their was a lack of build up that made it a bit shoehorned in? It was a lot more obvious in this book though.

Thankfully, we don't spend all that much time on the romance subplots because those were not working at this moment.

I was very surprised when the war kicked off immediately. I was expecting it to build for at least a few books, and it to take like six to get sorted or something, but no. We're just in it now.

It didn't feel too sudden though. It felt very much like this was something Morgarath had set up over that past fifteen years, and the events of the story only started because He was finally ready, not because our heroes were ready to confront him.

I like that. He wasn't dragged out as the ultimate evil of the world, nobody can stop him except these young upstarts. He's a warlord, and he's acting like it. He didn't have much of a character, just a menacing presence for our protagonists to shiver at, but he did serve the story well.

pt 4 incoming super fast, that one will focus on the goings on in Celtica, and then pt 5 should be focusing more on the end of the book. I had a lot more to gush about in book 2 then i thought.