#nia 😏

[shallotparadise]

We'll do it together! We'll find out together! We'll find your place in this world! Find out where we're headed... And see what our future holds. So believe me! I won't let the world burn a second time!

The Tomorrow With You plays twice in Xenoblade Chronicles 2, once in the above scene and again when Pyra and Mythra sacrifice themselves to destroy the collapsing World Tree.

Submitted propaganda for The Tomorrow With You

One of my favorite songs of all time

It hits me right in the feels every single time

Prison Island is a Mod Addition

[darkfictionjude]

So hard choosing a investigation route!!!!! Why Jude???? I WANNA HAVE ALL OF THEM !!! So these are my favs:

- Candace's mom (yess Queen fuck the rich and their incest breeding justice for our queen)

-Imre being cringe in every route (""ugh 😩 bc she is in love w meee"" THAT WAS SO EMBRASSING EVEN IF IT WAS TRUE!!! AND GROPING MC AFTER THAT CHEESY LINE???? WHA)

- Teasing Lorcan in every route (I HOPE AMANDA GOES TO SCHOOL AND TELLS EVERYONE HOW LORCAN IS GETTING FUCKED BY IMRE AND MC PISSING MYSEF IMAGINING LORCAN AFTHER RUMORS)

-As always the way you can write and make me feel horror and creep and unsafe in my own home

-Ol' Pru getting her own sad backstory?? Honestly HOW DIMENSIONAL YOU WANT THESE CHARACTERS TO BE??? HOW CAN YOU BE SO SMART AND CREATIVE TO GIVE LIFE TO EVERY CHARACTER??? CUS THEY DO SURE FEEL ALIVE

Now onto the things I didn't like:

- I AM HAVING NIA WITHDRAWALSS :((((

Thank you for your amazing work. You can't imagine how happy I am when I see an update by you big or small! Hope you have a wonderful day and my ramblings make sense because I'm eepy.

I KNOW I MISS HER TOO SHE DESERVES A GOOD SHAKING FOR BEING SO SCEPTICAL! (Yes I know she has her reasons 🙄)

Lorcan getting fucked by imre and mc 😭😭😭

I like how you mentioned Anna haha I know the ROs are great but I really like when people mention the minor characters too like Anna’s life is very sad and losing a child is probably the worst pain in the world

On Pru’s stuff I remember someone told me that mc’s parents felt too one dimensional but that’s the thing we only know about them from mc’s own memories, we saw them through the eyes of their child who they didn’t like. Pru had a life before she became Mrs. Victor Crown. She wasn’t always like this and I never want to make a female character vapid and vain and nothing else, that’s a stereotype rooted in sexism. This isn’t here for you to like her or have sympathy it’s here to create a fuller picture of who she is, she can’t be a moustache-twirling villain

[wildflowercryptid]

* wakes up in a cold sweat * peony/larry would make penny and giacomo step-siblings in mjv...

[somethingscft]

closed starter for nia | @coconvtfm

everything happened so quickly. it took sophia a couple of days to process her emotional reunion with nia and seriously consider her suggestion: the DNA test. for years, sophia had tried to avoid it. she hoped that her daughter would let the idea of even having a father go-- that they were more than enough on their own. but zorah was just as headstrong as her mother. she was determined to find out, regardless of what sophia told her. it left the surgeon with no other option. sophia told zorah the honest truth — that she was never completely sure who her father was and never cared to but nia was interested in testing. it took them a week to send off the samples, leaving them both in an anxious state.

they all kept in touch during the wait, making informal introductions on facetime, before deciding to meet up on thanksgiving when zorah was visiting from school. sophia hosted the dinner. it was a beautiful spread of soul food that was half-catered and half-prepared at home. regardless of the results, sophia wanted them to spend time to each other. she had a feeling nia would be in her life for a while. they were splayed out on the sectional, watching a movie they've all seen before, when zorah got the notification to her smartphone. eighteen years of not knowing, of shame and guilt and anger — it all came to an end with one sentence. it had been a week since then, with zorah back on campus, and calling every day. sophia and nia finally found some down time at their local lounge — just the two of them.

“you know, i was kind of right all along…she never did have a father. zorah’s one of the lucky ones, with two biological mothers,” sophia beamed, bringing the glass of wine to her lips. “you’ve been…incredible through all of this. she loves you. thank you, nia — really. i wouldn’t have been able to even…consider doing this without your care. and your patience. and your excellent guidance,” she reached for the other woman’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. the last thing she wanted to do was cry and ruin her makeup. "to parenthood," sophia raised her glass.

[kafkaoftherubble]

@karasukarei

God protect these dilfs 😩🙇‍♀️ (quick drawing)

[jobean12-blog]

At First Sight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (maybe he's a Mafia/Mob boss, maybe CEO- either way he's too delicious to ignore)

Word Count: 2,248

Summary: You're out to celebrate with friends when something unexpected happens.

Author's Note: We all know I love Mob/CEO Bucky and skirting that mystery line so you can use your imagination here! Honestly, if he approached me like this I'd just be putty in his hands haha 😏thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: flirting, Bucky is pretty forward, fun, drinking and mentions of alcohol but everyone is coherent and able to make clear choices, fingering, semi-public sex, curses

“I’m not sure…?”

You look between your two friends, Sadie, and Nia, and blink several times. “Too much?”

They look at each other then back at you.

“Definitely not!” Sadie squeals.

“And besides,” Nia adds, “the limo’s here. Too late to change!”

The space is dark, loud, and filled with moving bodies. You shove your way up to the bar and shout, “excuse me!” hoping to get the bartender’s attention.

With the music so turned up and so many other people slamming the bar, the bartender doesn’t even look in your direction.

“Heyyyy!” you shout with a slap on the bar.

“I’m not sure he heard you.”

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, you look up at the man pressed close to you at the crowded bar.

He’s tall. And sexy. And gorgeous. And wearing a smirk that screams trouble…in the best way.

“Yelling won’t work doll,” the man says, motioning to the bartender. “It’s just too damn loud.”

You purse your lips as you try to think of a witty comeback but before you can he continues.

“But lucky for you, he’s my friend so I’ll help you order another round of those shots you seem to love.”

“How do you know what I love to drink?” you start, batting your lashes. “Maybe it’s a Whiskey neat.”

You lift your chin and smile sweetly, waiting for his reply.

“You’ve been ordering the same blue shots all night beautiful.”

Your mouth falls open to respond but nothing comes out.

Has he been watching you all night? Creepy or…amazing?

Instead, you stare and take in his features. Perfection.

The bartender comes over and looks at the man beside you expectantly.

“Three fingers of Whiskey, Steve and whatever the beautiful woman is having. She’s been waiting a bit.”

He turns to you, wearing a lopsided smile. “Will you be having Whiskey too?”

“I think I just might,” you tell your new friend.

“And how many fingers would you like doll?”

He watches you with an innocent expression as he spreads his long fingers out on the bar.

“Did you just…?” you stammer.

“Maybe just start with two,” he says.

A playful smile teases his lips, and you can’t help but stare at them.

“Fine, two fingers,” you say the bartender, “of whiskey…,” and then you give the man beside you a demure smile, “and more shots please.”  

“First time here?” the man asks, his gaze sweeping over you.

“How did you know?”

“I’d remember seeing you angel.”  

Even with his flirty forwardness you can’t seem to find anything that makes you uncomfortable. His eyes are friendly, and he’s standing close but not too close, just enough so you know he wants to be there to talk to you and only you.

You glance back to search for your friends but can’t find them anywhere.

“What are you celebrating tonight?” he asks when your eyes find his again.

“What makes you think I’m here celebrating anything?”

You raise an eyebrow and hold his stare.

“Do you ever just answer a question?” he counters.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your smile and fire back with, “do you ever stop asking questions?”

He laughs, the action lighting up his face and making his eyes crinkle flawlessly at the corners. It makes your stomach flutter.

You hold each other’s gaze for a beat before he continues.

“All the dancing and drinks…seems like a good time…a celebration.”

“Well, you’re right. My friend just got an amazing promotion at work.”

He smiles triumphantly and you smile back.

“So, there’s no chance you’ll be leaving here with me tonight.”

The bartender sets your drinks down in front of you just as your new eye candy finishes the sentence and you grab for your glass, downing as much as you can before you start to choke.

With a laugh the man takes a long and slow sip of his Whiskey, watching you. You put your half empty glass down on the bar with a dramatic bang and exhale.

“I…what? No!”

“That’s too bad,” he replies.

“You just met me,” you argue.

“And since the moment you walked in you’ve had my full attention,” he admits.

The shots seem to hit you all at once and you sway on your feet. He steadies you with a gentle but strong hand on your arm.

“Easy doll.”

“Ok…stop being so charming. The smiling and the touching… I like it way too much. It makes me want things…and we’ve only just met.”

“What kinds of things?” he asks, voice smooth like silk and deep.

You swallow hard and he tracks the movement of your throat before his eyes linger on your lips.

You gather up the shots for the girls. “We’re going to do these.”

He nods, slowly, his smile growing.

“So…um. I’ll see you later…?”

You wait, hoping he’ll give you his name.

“James, but you can call me Bucky.”

“Ok then, see you later Bucky.”

“I sure hope so angel.”

You find your friends at a table, catching their breath, and set down the shots.

“I met the hottest guy.”

Both friends pause with the drinks halfway to their mouths.

“What the hell are you doing here then?” Sadie asks.

“Girl’s night, we’re celebrating,” you say. “Duh.”

“Fuck that, go dance with the hot guy!” Nia shouts.

You lift your glass to your lips and shake your head. “No way, I’m here to dance with you all! Let’s go!”

You polish off the shot, wait for them to do the same then hold out your hands to pull them onto the dance floor.

The beat of the music surrounds you and you let go, forgetting routine and responsibility and just enjoying the moment.

Sadie yells something to you about the song that just started but you don’t quite catch it. Just behind her, set in the shadows off the side of the bar stands Bucky.

Your eyes meet and neither of you look away.

He doesn’t seem the least bit surprised to be caught staring at you. Every inch of your skin heats and when he lifts his glass, takes a sip, and smiles, you smile back…and start to move…just for him.

The hem of your dress inches higher as you lift your arms above your head, swaying your body to the rhythm of the music and getting lost in it. Your friends move closer and lean in.

“You’ve attracted an audience,” Sadie chuckles.

She whips her head to the side to point out the group of guys moving closer. You ignore the group and search the shadows for Bucky but he’s nowhere to be seen.

With unexpected disappointment you grab Sadie and tell her you need to use the ladies room, weaving your way though the crowd and off the dance floor. You follow the signs to the second floor, which is essentially a balcony overlooking the rest of the space.

After freshening up you walk out of the door and right into something hard. Bucky grips your biceps lightly, holding you close.

“You ok?” he asks.

You were standing close to him at the bar, but not this close, not close enough to smell his skin and feel the rise and fall of his chest. It makes you heady, but you manage a nod.

“Hi angel,” he smiles.

“Hi.”

“I was enjoying watching you dance.”

“I noticed.”

You hold his gaze, unable to look away. Down at the bar it was hard to tell the color of his eyes, but here, hidden away, even in the low light you can see they’re beautiful. The blue is like the ocean on a sparkling sunny day. Mesmerizing.

“Do you know what watching you does to me?”

You blink, trying your hardest to keep up with his directness.

He reaches down to take your hand, his grip loose and his movements tentative, waiting for you to tell him to stop.

When you don’t he presses it firmly to where he’s hard and aching.

“All this?” you ask in a breathy whisper. “Just from watching me?”

“Come home with me.”

You let out a little giggle.

“No. I can’t.”

“Come to my car then.”

“I’m not leaving this club with you.”

Even as you hear yourself say the words you know they aren’t holding the force you want them to.

He bends and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“But I’m dying to touch you.”

It’s impossible to pretend you don’t want the same thing and you place your palms on his chest and push him backward into the darkness.

“Is that a yes?” he asks as he runs a long finger over the curve of your shoulder.

“You aren’t some psycho are you?”

With a chuckle he moves closer, brushing his lips along your cheek. “You make me feel a bit crazy doll, but no, I’m not.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head, whispering against his lips, “something tells me I can trust you.”

He moves willingly, and meets you with a smile, pressing his lips to yours.

“You taste as good as you look angel. What’s your name?”

“My name?” you whisper, so caught up in the feel of him you almost forgot.

“You know my name, so you’ll know what to call me when you’re about to come. It’s only fair I do the same.”

You let out a little gasp and hold onto his shoulders more tightly.

“I…,”

You feel his smile against your mouth before he turns you and presses your front to the edge of the balcony overlooking everything below.

He takes your chin between his fingers to turn your head and steal another kiss, lingering until you whisper your name against his lips.

With a satisfied smile his fingers tease the edge of your dress and then he lifts it, sliding his hands down between your legs to rub along your panties.

“You’re so wet. And all for me angel.”

You moan loudly when he slides a long finger inside you and presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs into your ear as he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit.

You turn and look at him. His eyes are wide open and clear. He teases you more, watching your every reaction then turns you to face him and drags you against the wall, bending to kiss you, hard and hungry.

“Someone could come down here,” he reminds you, meeting your eyes, giving you one last out.

You don’t care. He’s too perfect. He feels too good.

When you don’t protest he kneels at your feet and carefully pushes up your dress, hooking his thumbs into your panties to slowly drag them down.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, standing and lifting your leg to spread you open.

Reaching between your bodies, you open his jeans and push them down along with his boxers. You grab for him, rubbing him through your arousal.

“Fuck doll, wait. I need to put this on.”

He reaches behind him and fumbles for the back pocket of his jeans, pulling a condom free.

“You’re big,” you whisper, loving the feel of his warm, silky skin.

His grin is wolfish. “That’s the best thing you could say to me.”

You run your closed hand along the length of him again, letting the tip just bump your clit.

“Fuck, keep that up and I’ll be coming all over your hand.”

His fingers are unsteady as he works to slip the condom on.

“Have you done this before?” you ask, unable to keep your eyes off his cock.

“Have sex with a beautiful woman in a public space?”

He starts to push into you, achingly slowly. “No angel, I’ve never done this before…but with you, I’ll take what I can get.”

His words die away when he’s fully inside you, rubbing against your clit with each stroke and filling you so completely. You grip his shoulders as his thrusts grow faster.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

He leans back and looks down between your bodies, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second before he starts to move faster.

When he leans down to kiss you he slows his movements, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in. The slow pace doesn’t last long, and he hitches your leg higher to go deeper.

You feel your release building in your stomach and it’s only a few seconds more before a cry falls from your parted lips.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, his hips moving jaggedly and rough before he comes with a deep groan.

He leans heavily against you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You’ve wrecked me angel.”

His hand is gentle when it smooths along your leg, and he pulls out. You straighten your dress as he rolls off the condom.

“That was perfect Bucky,” you hum, meeting him for a kiss.

He nods, dazed. “You’re ok?”

“Better than ok,” you answer. “And I think I’m ready for another dance.”

His lips twitch with a surprised grin and you turn away before he can respond, leaving him standing with his pants still unbuttoned.

A few minutes later you find Sadie and Nia, both ready to head home. And it isn’t until you’re sitting in the quiet of the limo, reliving every second of what happened with Bucky, that you realize you’d left your panties on the floor at his feet.

[fairyofshampgyu]

nia nia nia how are u ~~?

hehe so like;; gyu who can’t hide his bulge for his life, and just is now shameless about it <3 king of being unsubtle about wanting to fuck, so, so handsy n is such a brat to try n get some ><

mille mille hii hi !

so true beomgyu would so be like that 😭 what a brat 🙄

Just imagine you're trying to study really hard and beomgyu just comes in, rests his head on your shoulder to see what you're looking at on your laptop screen and he's like "whacha doingg?" and you say studying and he asks how long you're going to be and you're like "bro I still got so much left to do" and then he just pouts at you, saying he wants to hang out (he actually wants you to fuck him but he's not gonna say that), he eventually gives up trying to persuade you to stop studying because you're too persistent so he sighs and just lays down on the bed watching something on his phone.

But it's been so long (in actuality it hasn't, beomgyu is just dramatic and has no perception of time) and he's getting restless now and he's so turned on by you just studying ?? I'm telling you beomgyu is probably the most horniest out of all the txt members and so by now he's not even gonna try and hide the fact that he wants to fuck and that his dick is hard and he goes up to you again, sitting near you and being very handsy and touchy and like kissing your neck in a not very innocent way.

“beomgyu, i need to study”

and he puts on his best puppy eyes bc he’s good at acting and getting what he wants and he’s like “I want youu ☹️”

“But-”

“Please y/n 🥺☹️”

And you are trying you’re hardest to resist, you really are but he’s always so good at persuading you—“No I can’t.”

And he literally makes a ‘hhmmp ☹️😒’ noise and he’s like “…Fine then I’ll just do it myself🥱🤷‍♂️😏” bc he knows that will get you to do what he wants and rile you up. At First, you don’t stop him even though you’re literally fighting every urge in your body to do so.

And he gets a little annoyed his plan isn’t working and starts whining your name and purposefully moaning so loud and pretty. And you’ve finally had enough, getting up to put him in his place and fucking the absolute brattiness out of him and you won’t be done until he’s a fully crying weepy mess underneath you 🥰🥰

[put-a-keep-are-you-foo-dell]

Ok but what if Nia joins Solo and then Roman and Jimmy are like we have to recruit someone to go against Nia and Jey is like:

I know someone who can take Nia 😏

[daydreamgoddess14]

Salvation pt. 3

Full Masterlist

Roy Kent Masterlist

Roy Kent / Reader - general rating for now... set to increase 😏

Meet the woman who stole Roy Kent's watch... We finally get to some Roy x Reader deep conversation and messy history... This one is ALL OF THE ANGST guys! But the reward in part 4.... whooooo boy! The spoils (🔥) are coming lads, fear not!

This also helpfully covers one of the prompts from my 200 Followers Celebration 🎉! From a lovely Anon who requested Roy and "I won't let anything bad happen to you".

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You pick Sammy up. It’s an excuse really to see Nia, your mother/sister/best friend stand in of the last few years. Even if she is practically the same age. If Sammy’s the one who gave you a job and some semblance of financial security, Nia’s the one who recognised the dark hole you were in and lowered down the ladder to you. You hadn’t realised how close you could feel with someone in only three years, but she’d become your ‘person’ almost immediately.

“Darling, morning.”

“Hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Like my ribs have become a xylophone.” You grimace at that. The human body is a magnificent and terrifying thing. When she’d shown you in her baby book how her organs shifted to make space for her growing baby, you’d declared auntie duty would be just fine, thanks. There would be no babies moving your organs around. 

“Nice. Brought you breakfast.” You pass her a bag of pastries. “Is he ready yet?”

“Nearly. Must have changed either his tie or his turban about four times trying to find the perfect combination,” you both roll your eyes and laugh at his commitment to the flawless matching pair. You both knew the answer already - 

“Blue floral.” You confirm together with a nod.

“The fabric is just beautiful. I do feel sorry for the poor bugger who has to make a matching tie for every turban though.” You muse, knowing it’s his mother in law who takes up that mantle.

“I know, right? And he complains that I buy too many books? I think not, pal.” She sniggers.

“You show him who’s boss. Cos if you don’t, then a certain someone else will.” You point at her growing belly. 

“Come on, Sam. You’re going to be late!” She shouts up the stairs. “Dinner tonight?” She asks you, she knows you might need company after the day ahead of you. You’ve disclosed a lot more of your past to her than Sam so she’s already up to speed on the last few days. You nod gratefully. “You’ll be fine. You need to talk to him though, apologise properly - explain what was going on back then.”

“I know. I will.” You hug her tightly and pester Sam out of the door.

Rebecca Welton is a gracious host. Warm, welcoming… you knew the lies the tabloids liked to spread so you knew the whole ‘cold, old Rebecca’ name tag was a load of crap.

“So, I think if it suits you both, I’ll have a cup of tea with Sam and we can get caught up while I get Roy to give you a tour and then we can arrange some smaller interviews with key staff and players?” Sam is beside himself,

“Sounds perfect Ms. Welton.”

“Yep, I’d love a tour.” You accept with a tight smile. 

“Wonderful! Here’s Roy now,” he steps through the open door and is clearly not expecting to see you.

“Thought we had reporters coming?” He grunts.

“We do, Sammy’s here from the Gazette. This is his… apprentice?” Rebecca tells him, “Something like that.” Sam laughs. You take a deep breath before holding your hand out,

“Nice to meet you again.”

“Hmm.” His warm hand engulfs yours and shakes it. The feel of his skin against yours is enough to trigger memories through your brain at top speed - his hand in yours, his hands on your face, your legs, in your hair. You snatch your hand away. “Come on, tour.” You follow him down the stairs and through mazes of rooms, “ticket office, finance,” then out into a wide corridor, “hall of fame.” You stop to look at the collection of memorabilia, making your way slowly past each piece and reading the accompanying cards. You stop fully at the couple of shelves dedicated to him, fingertips resting lightly on the glass. He clears his throat and you follow him deeper into the building. “Locker room, physio, boot room.” He pauses at the boot room. More memories come flooding back. “Remember when we -”

“Yeahhh,” you breathed, “I remember every single time.” You turn away to avoid his gaze.

“We were good together?”

“The best.” You reply quietly, a little sadness creeping in. He pushes the door open and holds it for you to follow. You sit shoulder to shoulder on the bench, both looking straight ahead.

“How have you been?” He asks quietly.

“Better recently. You?”

“Well no one has stolen my fucking watch lately.” He bumps you slightly, there’s the barest hint of amusement in his voice that you latch onto.

“They haven’t tried hard enough then,” you reply with a wry smile. He lets out a breathy laugh that he can’t quite disguise as anything else.

“I wish I could be more fucking angry with you than I am.”

“You have every right to be angry with me. I fucked up. I’ve been angry with myself for as long as I can remember.”

“You really fucked up. I just can’t understand why. I’ve spent this whole time trying to understand why. Because we were good together.”

“I know.” You agree, again. You were good together. You’ve been single since the day you walked out on him, haven’t even kissed anyone else in all that time. He’s the one you think of when you’re alone - he’s the only one you need to think of when you can’t sleep and you let your memories guide your hand down your body. These are obviously things you can’t say aloud, illicit memories you shouldn’t lean on but do. You sigh, he’s so expectant beside you, “How are you so… calm?” you wonder aloud. 

“Therapy,” he mutters with a short laugh.

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, you?”

“No. Not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”

“Much as I hate to admit it, it helps.”

“Do you remember when you were angling for an invite to Christmas at my mums?” You ask, he frowns a little at the sudden change of subject. You feel him nod next to you.

“That’s when it started, that’s when you started to pull away. I never met any of your family.”

“My brother. You never met him, I never wanted you to meet him. He was there… he’s an addict. He has been for a really long time and we’ve tried everything to help him, everything. He told me that he was in some money trouble with some blokes he brought off. I didn’t have much but I gave him everything I had saved. Then he needed more. And more, and more and I just didn’t know where I was going to get it from, or how to help him. I took the watch, changed my phone number and left.” You pause for a minute to take stock of what you’ve said, you can tell he wants to ask questions but he waits patiently instead. “He was a fucking mess. I made him tell me who he owed and went to see them on my own, told them I’d pay them back myself if they never went near him again. Worked about three jobs, moved back in with mum so I wouldn’t have to pay rent as well, and spent the next year and a half paying them back. I worked 18 hour days, 7 days a week. I literally kept back, like, a tenner a week for myself. I kept a record of how much I paid and when. When we were done I told them so and told them to never come near us again.”

“And?”

“They still turn up occasionally to try and get more out of me, they claim it’s interest.”

“And your brother?”

“We sent him to my uncle’s house up in the North West, he’s been there ever since but he’s clean now. Too scared to come home though.” Roy is quiet for the longest time.

“He must have owed…”

“About 130k. Maybe a bit more than that. I was pretty fucking knackered. I was doing early mornings 4-8am at Maccys, then 8.30-5 with Sammy at the paper and then bar shifts til about 10 or 11 pm most nights. Sam saved me, let me get an hour's kip at lunchtime, and brought extra food every day for me to share with him.”

“Fuuuuuck.” He slumps where he’s sat next to you.

“There is something else.” He looks over in disbelief. You reach into your bag, pull out a sleek, matt black box and put it in his hands. 

“Fuck off?” He slides open the box to find his Rolex, in pristine condition - still ticking. “Fuck off.”

“I went to hand it over to them and… I couldn’t. I didn’t want them to have something of yours. I didn’t want to know that I’d done that, sunk that low.” Your voice gets even smaller, “they tried to suggest other methods of payment but…” you feel his shoulders tense, see his fists ball tightly in his lap, “I told them to give me a couple of months and see that I was good for the money, and if I ever missed a payment then we’d have that conversation.” He wants to know if you ever had the conversation, you can feel it in the air between you both,

“You never have to justify yourself to me.” He says firmly.

“I didn’t do it. Never missed a payment. Had to borrow a bit from Sam occasionally when I fell short, but I was never going to have that conversation with them. Never.” The air feels weighty with the tension, like it's risen up from your shoulders where it’s weighed you down for the last three years and is now hovering around you both. You’re amazed you got through it without tears. It’s been so easy to fall into the trap of feeling sorry for yourself over the years and wallow in the self pity of it all. Roy on the other hand is still visibly tense, his knuckles white. You tentatively reach your hand across to cover his, using your fingers to unball his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds worse than he had when he asked the same question a few days ago. His voice is hoarse and tight,

“I couldn’t let them know about you. They’d have ruined you. I had to protect you.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I would never have let anything happen to you. We could have sorted it together.” You turn to face him, bringing your other hand to his cheek,

“No love, it was never your problem to fix.”

“If all of this was over eighteen months ago -”

“Don’t ask me why I didn’t come back, Roy. It’s never really over, I couldn’t bring this shit to your doorstep and these dickheads just turn up whenever they think they might get a bit of extra cash out of me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I took your watch and I’m sorry I walked out on us.” You can hear voices in the corridor outside, your times up and now you both have to be the epitome of professionalism while Roy is interviewed. “I’ll get Sam to interview the team and other staff first, give you some time.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve been living with this for three years, I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’ve got some happy memories of this place,” you admit, looking around the familiar boot room. “I had the best sex of my life in this very room.” He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “I would never expect you to forgive me, Roy, but I truly thank you for giving me the chance to explain.” You pat his hand gently and leave a cool space beside him when you slip through the door to meet up with Sam and Rebecca.

~~~~~~

[darkfictionjude]

It took me a while, but here's Dante in my style, I know it's probably not exactly how you have visualized it, but I still hope you like it. 👉👈

I took into account that his hair is a little longer than the reference you gave us, his good fashion sense, rings and necklaces.

The first drawing is a more semi-realistic style, it's not my best work but I haven't tried this style for a long time, so you can excuse me.

The second sheet has varied poses and you can imagine any context, but it's an anime style, which is my usual style and I'm better at it, I don't know if you or other readers like it, but again, I hope so. Hahaha

I plan to make more Fanarts, so don't get rid of me yet, the next target is Nia or Imre. 😉

Have a nice night and sleep!

Hey now, I love it. Not only do I take account looks but also effort when people do fanart because I know you do it out of love for my work and characters ♥️

But also…. Your Dante looks very similar to what I think he looks like, gold star ⭐️

Also I see that shot of his back 😏 (thanks for feeding his romancers)

Also… thank you for adding an earring☺️

[spalonyszlug]

poczatek roku szkolnego. wbijam spozniona do sali i poniewaz poszlam do nowej szkly usiadlam obok randomowej laski..zaprzyjaznilam sie z nia i sluchalysmy jak wycha pierdoli costam ze mamy sie ubierac jakostam cn kak wsm w kazdej szkl mowia i ona nagle ze dziewczyny maja jest sniadanie i brac cos do jedzenia do szkly bo juz byly przypadki ze mdlaly albo sle sie czuly. no i ja patrze na ta kol ona na mn i nagle patrzymy na wyche i zrobila taka mine typowa „😏” i ostatnio szlysmy do niej na lekcje i jemy cynamonki (zaluje) no i ona tak sie do nas usmiechnelq dziwnie jakby cchciala pojwiedziev „jestem z was dhmna” XDDD .. tez na rozpoczecie widzialam chuda dziewczybe wygladala jakby hyla motylkiem chcialam zagadac ale sie wstydzilam…

[steam-beasts]

Hello and welcome to my Tumblr page!

My name is Steam and I am a 17 yr old TTTE fan! I don't do commissions unfortunately, but I DO answer any questions that you may wanna ask about my TTTE au and fanfic rewrites I may be doing (currently TATMR). Just a heads up that I am a slow drawer and writer, so please don't instantly expect me to do things in a week.

Inspiring TTTE tumblr blogs that I know

@ohjeeztrains

@monstersteam

@theflyingkipper

@asktrio516

Check out these guys! They do wonderful art so please consider giving their blogs a visit as well!

Favourite TTTE characters

The entire Steam Team

Duck

Donald + Douglas

Oliver

Toad

Hiro

Logging locos (don't judge me, AAA–)

Skarloey

Luke

Rheneas

Duke

Smudger

Lady

Diesel 10

Ryan

Rex, Mike, Bert

Fanfics I'm currently working on;

Thomas and the Magic Railroad;

Favourite Ships 😏

None, I'm a multishipper lol

But..i mainly do Thomas x Lady, Donald x Duck, Edward x Emily, James x Molly, Toby x Henrietta, Percy x Rosie, Douglas x Oliver, Luke x Millie, Gordon x Rebecca, Henry x Nia

[multifandominfj]

A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Five: Asking Permission

Heading over to her bedside dresser, she opens the top drawer. Upon doing so, she moves aside some shirts and a few socks. What emerged: a small box that was a familiar shade of sea foam teal that was made synonymous with Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Lena then walks back over to the three, anxiously waiting.

“Is that…” Kelly nearly drops her coffee.

“Yep.” Lena started to blush even harder this time.

“Can I see it?” Esme’s eyes sparkled as she asked.

Lena crouches to her God daughter’s level. Inside the box, a simple silver band with alternating diamonds with Kara’s birthstone: Sapphire.

“Lena, this is gorgeous. Kara is going to not only be surprised, and practically fly into the sun…but she’s going to be so happy.” Kelly envelopes her friend in the warmest congratulatory hug.

“Thanks.” Bash fully curling some hair behind her ear, Lena turned to Alex. “I know this looks sudden, and…”

Before Lena could even finish her speech, Alex, with the biggest, teary-eyed smile, was hugging her future sister in law, “You absolutely have my permission. After everything you and Kara went through, even that period of time where it felt like you two were on opposite sides of the world after what happened at the Fortress, your friendship and love prevailed. And over these past few months, I’ve seen how happy Kara has been. I know she has her person, and I’m so glad that person is you.”

“I—I don’t know what to say. I give you my word that with every ounce of my being, and with a little magic here and there, I promise to love and cherish her.” At this point Lena couldn’t stop smiling.

“Does this mean I get to be your flower girl?!” Esme bounced with anticipation.

“It does indeed.” Lena could definitely see Esme’s enthusiasm resembling Kara’s. “Question…How do I get to Argo City? I can’t really ask Kara without raising suspicions.”

“J‘on.” Alex and Kelly say in unison.

“You also have to tell Aunt Nia, Uncle Brainy, Grandma and Aunt Sam.” Esme lists off analytically.

“Clark too.” Alex realized.

“I feel like getting a blessing from Kara’s other family may prove difficult. But I’m not going to let that stop me.” A quick glance at her watch. “Speaking of, if this going to happen, I need to hit the road.

“Why don’t we hit the Tower? Three people you need to ask are already there, and J’onn could take you to Argo City after.” Alex suggested, already helping Esme with her coat.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Kelly was beaming with excitement.

“Loving the energy.” Lena chuckled, locking the door, then headed out of the apartment to begin the next step of this magical journey. Not only did Lena have to ask everyone in their immediate friend group, from stories Kara had told her…She had a lot of other fellow “Super Friends” to ask as well.

Here is Chapter Five! I know it’s a bit short, but who knows…might have a surprise up my sleeve. 😏

[igotsnothing]

hey, butterfingers! you dropped this... oh? you didn't? details, schmetails 😏

break - Lawrence desire - Sabine failure - Jairo guilt - Henry hide - Sasha nightmare - Nia please 😇

You sly, sly...

Also important to note: you're the best! I mean, you're asking about my pixel children- is there a greater kindness for an obsessive storyteller???

Ok: STORYTIME

Lawrence- break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

The older the vampire, the quirkier- but here's the thing: when it comes to keeping their existential shit together, they do it very well. They've dealt with lifetimes of loss and crap, so they have it DOWN. They'll flip over little stupid stuff but are very good at navigating the life-and-death scenarios. HOWEVER! Being in a relationship with Julian has made Lawrence feel emotions he'd not dealt with for a very long time. He's very aware of his attachment to Julian. He's acutely aware that he's in love with someone mortal and he worries about something bad happening to Julian. The anguish is fierce. Julian has seen Lawrence break down over this and it's heartbreaking. The compromise they reached is that Julian carries a protective amulet with him at all times and they've agreed to revisit the idea of Lawrence turning him or his starting to take a longevity elixir in a couple years.

Sabine-desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Sabine's desire has always been- without spoiling much- to be independent. She's in a bit of a bind right now and fighting to stand on her own two feet (more to be revealed- plot, not feet...). She thinks of herself as a no-nonsense person and tends to be practical and pragmatic. Working for Hiram has opened her eyes to new experiences and awakened her curiosity. Would she admit that she is experiencing new emotions? That she finds her mind wandering when it comes to Hiram? No. Never. It'll pass, she tells herself.

Jairo-failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

HAHAH! JAIROOOO! Jairo is the kind of person who would try to bake a cake, it would fall apart, and then he would simply serve it as "cake crumble" or something as half-assed and somehow it would be great. If you asked him, he'd tell you that his greatest failure was that he did not manage to convince Mr. Lam to turn Erato Bookstore into a bookstore/petting zoo/crepe cafe.

Everyone else will tell you that Jairo consistently fails at READING THE ROOM.

Henry-guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Henry is honest and straightforward. He's good at articulating his feelings and doesn't usually hold things in. Since his and Lee's move to Tomarang, Henry realized that he did not notice how upset Lee was about uprooting them from San Sequoia, where they had a good life with lots of friends. He thought that because Lee was moving back to Tomarang, and near his family, there would be no qualms. Instead, Lee, who is extremely sensitive, felt insecure and mortified that maybe he'd acted selfishly in wanting to move. Henry felt terrible- and guilty that he hadn't seen the breakdown coming- when Lee opened up about his fears. He accepted the guilt and saw in it a lesson that helped him communicate better with his husband.

Sasha-hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

Oh, Sasha... Where do we BEGIN? This boy could be a case study. But...He hides his heart. It's been hurt and broken so much that he has perma-paywalled it more fiercely than some asshole content creators. He can't afford anything to be vulnerable and has rationalized his abrasiveness as a means to survive.

Nia-nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

AAAAAH!!! You remembered NIA!! I love Nia so much! I need to get cracking on Bite Me! so she and Sam can show up more (because they do). Ok, so Nia has been terrified of scary or sad clowns since she was a little kid. Ask Sam about the time they went to SpookyTown on Halloween: Nia screamed more than a D-list actress in a low-budget slasher film anytime a scary clown snuck up on them (but she claimed she was still having fun- go figure). If Nia hasn't been getting enough sleep OR if she overindulges in spicy food late at night, the probability of a clown nightmare skyrockets, and Sam knows they'll be consoling her and rubbing her back later. All their friends know about this because Nia will share the nightmares' outlandish plots with them in these mini-impromptu analytical sessions (Julian especially loves to offer his interpretation of the symbolism behind the imagery, and he and Nia feel oh-so-insightful and smart afterward, while Sam shakes their head in bewilderment)..

[pragmatic-optimist]

Sonia, I'm roping you in with an ask even though you're not always here (miss u, love u) 💜 we know you are the romcom QUEEN - give us your top 5 favourite romcoms!

Hi friend, thanks for this totally not difficult-at-all question. Lol.

Okay, as you know, I can’t ever answer anything succinctly. I am going to take this opportunity to plug this nonfiction book I’m listening to on audio, titled “From Hollywood with Love: The Rise and Fall (and Rise Again) of the Romantic Comedy.” –highly recommend it to anyone who is a rom-com nerd like me.

The book asks the following question to determine what can be considered a romantic comedy:

“If you removed the love story from this movie, would you still have a movie? If the answer is no, it’s a romantic comedy.”

With this question in mind, here is my list (not in ranking order, I’m just listing them as they come to me.) Also, yes, this means I can’t list the 2000 gem that was Miss Congeniality. That is my #1 favorite Sandy movie. Not to worry, though, Sandy B. still makes the list.

Here we go:

Serendipity: The trope. NYC as a character. The cast—John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, John Corbett, Molly Shannon, and the illustrious Eugene Levy who stole all of his scenes as the Bloomingdale’s employee making John Cusack’s life miserable lol. It’s just so good. It’s peak rom-com in the early 2000s. Those of you old enough to appreciate that era of rom-coms will know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s one of my all-time favs. 👏🏽

Two Weeks Notice: Sandy B. Listen, I had to work hard not to make every movie on this list a Sandra Bullock-starring film. I feel like choosing your favorite rom-com actress from the 90s/2000s is a little like choosing your boyband team from that same era. I am Team Sandy B. all the way. (No disrespect to Julia and Meg, and so many others who also made movies I loved.) I love Sandra in this movie opposite Hugh Grant, she’s so smart and so funny. The premise of this movie is actually one I still hold out hope for seeing written as firstprince fanfic someday. Sandra is an environmental lawyer who goes to work for a billionaire’s company in order to save a community center that is very dear to her. There are aspects of that plot that I think Alex and Henry would fit into, and aspects to tweak because I don't think Henry would be quite as arrogant or bumbling as Hugh's character. I could talk about this at length lol.

Definitely, Maybe: Again – the cast. Ryan Reynolds. Isla Fisher. Rachel Weisz. Abigail Breslin. The trope/premise?? So good. I love how it jumps through time and shows us how second chances present themselves in our lives. It’s just a really lovely film and probably my favorite Ryan as a rom-com leading man, though The Proposal is a close second.

Hitch: This movie had me in tears, both from laughter and emotions. Also, the scene where Will Smith is teaching Kevin James’ character how to dance. Iconic. "I'm making the pizza!" “Don’t need no pizza, they got food there!” 😂

My Big Fat Greek Wedding: Windex. Nia Vardalos and John Corbett, watching their characters meet and fall in love. Just so damn dreamy. 😍 I also really love how this movie portrays that when you choose a partner, you’re also choosing their family. 💖

Set It Up: I know this is six lol. But I had to add in a movie post-2010. I love this one so much. I know a movie has become part of my personality when I start adopting the dialogue into my everyday vernacular lol. “I overdicked” is said A LOT. 😂 Also GLEN POWELL. 😏

Thanks for the nice ask! 💕

[kmp78]

“When was this? 😭”

Here

https://kmp78.tumblr.com/post/724158545567875072

Dirty dog and pretty wild in bed 😏

Omg how did I forget that... 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Nia should do a Part 2, me thinks. 😊🍿