can ace attorney lay off like this. One really specific character trope for all their young female characters who aren’t in the main cast, where she’s introduced as being really sexy / cute and flirty and innocent and helpless and the judge is completely weak for her and the gallery yells at you for being mean to her but then you pick her testimony apart and her personality does a 180 and she’s abrasive and angry and snaps at you and the judge says something like “miss ___! you….your demeanor completely changed! you’re much less cute” and the gallery turns against her and she usually gets completely humiliated before being revealed to be the murderer/an accomplice to the murderer/ a minor antagonist.
like off the top of my head, i can think of april may, dahlia hawthorne, mimi/ini miney, betty de famme, and wocky kitakis gf all who fit exactly into this trope. and that’s just off the top of my head, if i looked for them i would probably find more. like aside from being annoying, it’s just boring and predictable like im playing through spirit of justice blind and geiru was just introduced as being sexy and ditzy with painful boob jiggle animation and im waiting for it to turn out that she’s a sadistic horrible person
also like every brown and black person in the ace attorney series is either the murderer or dead, im not even kidding like the only brown people i can think of are juan corrida, marlon from dual destinies, puh'ray zehlot, gant, and tah'rust inmee. maaaaybe the gavin brothers too. and they are all, respectively: dead, a murderer, dead AND a murderer, a murderer, dead, and a murderer. the only exception is klavier. the series is soooo predictable and terrible when it comes to women and brown/black men
The bruises on your body ached dully as you adjusted your position on the bed. Once again you were at the receiving end of one of his alcohol induced rages. He being the man that some called your father but that you no longer did. Not since your mother left him for someone else and he started directing all his feelings of anger and inadequacy at you. Never mind that you were abandoned too, all he saw in you was a scapegoat to place all the blame on so he wouldn’t have to face himself.
He constantly compared you to other people ever since you were an innocent and faultless little child. He yelled at you and beat you up for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, for not being pretty enough, and who should be the shining example that you were supposed to live up to? The one person you got the most grief for not being more like? It was Taehyung himself.
You went through hell because of him, because he couldn’t just be a normal guy who liked drinking and fucking around. No, he had to be Mr. Perfect, and the more perfect he got, the harsher your abuse became.
You’ve hated him for so long. Every day you fantasized about getting your revenge on him. You daydreamed about bringing the golden boy to his knees and ruining his life, but these remained just fantasies, mental devices designed to get you through the day, until the golden boy started showing an interest in you. He played himself right into your hands and you couldn’t be blamed for seizing the opportunity.
Moans wafted towards you from your phone. One the screen you could see a guy lying down on a bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants around his thighs. His hand was moving almost imperceptibly over his dick.
“___, please, I need to cum, please.” Taehyung’s voice was strained. You glanced at the time and saw that the video call was closing in on an hour already.
“You’ll cum when I say you can. Remember, stop touching yourself when you get too close. You better not pull any tricks.” You said sternly. It was 3:27 in the morning. You had called him an hour ago knowing that you had a very important test tomorrow, but also knowing that he wouldn’t dare ignore your call.
You watched the hands of the top student, the same hands that he used to ace tests and accept academic awards, move to the chorus of his moans that ended in a mewl as he pulled his hand off of himself, his stomach convulsing as he tried to fight off the orgasm he craved. You could see how close he was, his cock that rested on his stomach left a clear fluid where the tip touched the skin. This must be torture for him, and yet the second he took his hand off his cock, he pulled up his shirt that had inched down from all his thrashing and played with the exposed nipples for you.
“You’re such a good boy.” You cooed. He really was. He always did everything you asked of him and more, and that would be his downfall.
You ran your eyes over the part of Taehyung’s body that was exposed to your eyes and captured by the camera. You could almost feel the warmth radiating to you from his pretty sun-kissed skin, the skin you had kissed and caressed more devoutly than a pagan kisses his stone idol. He was pretty all over. If you weren’t doing this for revenge, you would probably still have had him as your pet. He was too pretty to pass up.
“Where is your pussy, puppy?” You chirped and he sucked in a breath. His ‘pussy’ is the name you gave to the transparent silicone stroker you gave him. It was a cheap toy and you rarely allowed him to use it, but he loved it so much. It was the only tight thing, besides the times you felt charitable enough to deepthroat him, that he got to feel around his cock. The camera jumped around as Taehyung moved to go get the toy. When he was back, he showed it to you and waited impatiently for your next instruction.
“Well, what are you waiting around for? Lube it up and use it.”
The moment the toy slipped around his cock, his body eased up completely like an ex-smoker who was taking his first drag in decades, before he started moving it over himself and tensed up again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he went for it.
“No, don’t do it like that. It’s a pussy, you have to thrust up into it.” You had specifically chosen a transparent toy for these purposes, you wanted to still be able to see Taehyung’s dick even while he used it. He obeyed, ass lifting off the bed to welcome the toy’s tight and wet embrace. His bed squeaked under him but he was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing him.
Seeing him fuck the toy like that made you envious. When you had first took him in, his moves were shy and sloppy, but you’ve since put him through enough for him to know exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and your hungry eyes watching him sent signals to your pussy to contract around the phantom cock you were imagining pounding into it to the pace of Taehyung’s thrusts.
This little session was intended as torture for him, so why were you getting affected as well?
“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.
“But I’m not that close yet. I can control it.” Oh, he definitely was close. He just wanted a few more moments of pleasure even if he wasn’t going to disobey you and cum without your permission.
“I don’t remember asking for your input. Move the camera closer to your cock, I wanna see all the precum you have for me.”
He moved the camera downwards until all you could was the engorged head of his cock bulging out from the open end of the toy, another quality you have carefully chosen, loving the sight of his perfectly shaped head. The amount of precum that had spilled out didn’t disappoint you, and Taehyung touched it with his finger then pulled them back, showing you the sticky strings it made.
“Good boy,” You praised. “That’s enough for today, put the toy away and go to sleep.”
“G-go to sleep? But I didn’t cum yet.”
“I can’t go to sleep like this!” He protested hotly but then remembered who he was talking to and said much more meekly, “We have a test tomorrow, I won’t be able to concentrate like this.”
“Are you questioning my judgement?”
“No, god, no!”
“Are you saying I don’t know how to take care of my pet?”
“No, you always treat me so well.” The way he said that, the sincerity in his voice, had you almost believing him. If only you didn’t know how untrue that was.
“I may be your dom but that doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to stay with me. If you think I affect your studies negatively, you’re more than welcome to leave.” That wasn’t true as well. You only said that because you knew he would never do it.
And just like you had predicted…“No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. After all, you know best.” He backed down.
You had to add something in; if you kept on being this aggressive he might start suspecting your intentions. “You’re smart, puppy, everyone knows that, but I want to know just how focused you can be. If you can refrain from touching yourself tonight and still go on tomorrow and ace that test, I will give you something you really, really want.”
What was the thing that Taehyung wanted so bad he was willing to jeopardize his perfect academic record? Sex with you. You’d never allowed it to him before… and you weren’t going to allow it to him ever, but he didn’t need to know that. You let him believe that if he obeyed you, he’d finally have you completely, so he wouldn’t think about your real intentions of undermining him. It didn’t matter what he thought you’d give him, he would fail anyway. Taehyung always had to get a full night of sleep before any exam he took, and you disturbed that. Additionally, you made him painfully hard and left him high and dry, and that ought to really mess him up.
Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out
Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3
Imagine being taken captive by Negan but Dwight falling in love with you as he takes care of you
(Sorry if it’s messy :( BUT YAY DWIGHT!! I tried my best! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
After surviving the longest night of your life, you had found yourself trapped in one of the cells in the Saviors’ compound.
Negan and his men had taken you as their prisoner after you had caused a commotion during the line up. Seeing your friend Abraham getting his head bashed had angered you so much, you couldn’t think of anything else but to jump up and punch Negan for it.
You had wanted to keep going but was forced to stop as his men had tackled you to the ground. By then you couldn’t have realize how much of a big mistake you had made acting so rash like that.
Within a few words being said, the next thing you know Negan had bashed your older brother’s, Glenn’s head as well. You knew in that moment, you had to avenge his death and make him pay for what he had done to all of you.
You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed. Tears and screams came out of you and even more as you tried to get out of everyone’s grasps once again, only to be knocked unconscious and taken captive
Negan had his plans for you, seeing how tough you are and had tasked one of his men to handle you from the start.
After all the tears from seeing your dear brother go that way, suffering in such pain, you had shut yourself down completely from your surroundings.
You didn’t count the days since you had gotten to their camp, but every morning you woke up to the sound of a rather annoying song.
It was put on repeat until your “caretaker” would come over to fetch you your breakfast, if that’s what you could call him.
If you could remember well, his name was David and was a complete asshole to you. Requesting the strangest things from you, angering you and making you lose your mind.
If you happened to “disobey” him, you would get beaten and strangely enough, he had the audacity to muffle your mouth with his hand to keep you from screaming your pain out.
During the time you would be out of your cell, you were forced to work by the fences keeping the walkers off with the other prisoners there. Oddly enough, it was honestly your favorite part of the day, you were away from your nightmare and closer to your fantasy.
Killing walkers, imagining them as each of the Saviors, made so much fun for you to kill. Noticing how good you were at it, David had often wanted to “reward” you with his advances, making you puke at the thought and getting yourself in trouble.
Slowly, despite that you were still drained from all of it and would give up in the end but still, you weren’t ready to die. Your brother had left a widow, you needed to take care of and a future nephew or niece for you to raise alongside with your friends, you couldn’t give up in your life just yet.
And luckily, that light of opportunity came to you when, one morning, something was changing. You opened your eyes to darkness, only to finally see the light and some boots as you laid on the ground.
You looked up to see the face you had grown to hate so much and boldly, you decided to spit at the man. This time, it really ticked him off and the next moment you knew, you received a slap to the cheek for it.
“Fucking bitch!”, he said wiping his cheek.
His blow was hard enough to knock you down and as you tried to get up, he grabbed a fistful of your hair.
“Let go of me!”, you screamed, trying to fight him off. He laughed and raised his arm up, until someone else appeared.
“Let go of her, David…I don’t remember Negan ever asking you to beat her…”
The man turned to look behind and looking at him as well, you both noticed it to be, Dwight, the guy that had taken your brother captive in the first place.
Looking at him, you wanted to hurt him even more than you did David, for all of it, thinking it was as much his fault as it was yours but David’s grasp kept you from doing anything.
He scoffed at him and told him to mind his business as he turned to look back at you, only to hear a gun being charged from behind his head.
“I said…Negan doesn’t want her to beaten…So let her go…I ain’t gonna repeat myself after this…”
You groaned at the feeling of your scalp being tightened for a moment, before being relieved from the stinging pain.
David, clearly mad, left reluctantly and promised to report to Negan, only for Dwight to shrug and press him on to even hurry and do so.
It worried you to hear his threats but relieved you from his hold. You slumped onto the floor, catching your breath and realized, Dwight was actually just bringing you your breakfast for the day.
He walked closer and crouched down to hand you the plate, asking you to sit up and eat.
Although, you would’ve eagerly jumped at him to strangle him to death, you just didn’t have the strength to sit up and that he noticed.
Not being an inconsiderate man, he approached to help you. With hatred in your eyes, you protested to him, and told him to let go.
“Don’t you fucking touch me, bastard! I can handle myself…”
He backed away slightly, out of fear, but stayed close enough to get you up. He eyed you from head to toe, and realized it was worst than he had imagined.
You were bruised all over, apart from your face, most likely because David liked it or something, he thought.
He felt bad to see you that way and knowing that your brother had been killed that night, made him feel even worst. Guilt had washed him over since your arrival and hearing your screams down the hall at night and the ruckus from your rooms only accentuated that feeling.
He had come to realize his own personal mistakes he had done to your group and had reflected on Negan’s action for a while.
From the instant he had laid his eyes on you, he admitted to having a certain attraction to you. Whether it was your sweet tone he had heard, while spying on all of you, your fighting spirit or just your humor, it was comforting to see you.
But in this state, he stared at you for a while in deep thought on how he should approach you.
Not knowing better, he shoved the plate in hand forward, making you notice that it was a rather drab meal and obviously meant for a captive like you. You wanted to throw it at him but before you could, he put his hand up.
He spoke in a hush tone and looked around to check his surrounding. You listened to him and as he looked back at you, he took out a rather fresh looking sandwich instead.
“Don’t ever eat that, again…It’s dog food…and you’re not a dog…You don’t deserve that…”
You looked at him wearily, not entirely sure if you should put your trust in him already.
Carefully, you thought about it but your stomach grumble made you take it quickly and strangely made him smile.
You looked rather frail to him but the thought of what you had done the other night, came back to him and he couldn’t help but be impress by your fighting spirit as well.
He kept staring, making you self conscious and worried.
“The hell you looking at?!”, you said, with a glare and spitting out a little mouthful towards his way.
It startled him but he smiled for a moment, only to recollect himself, as he had gotten nervous. He stuttered and looked around to distract you from him.
“Nothing…Just eat…and careful not to spit at me…”
Without thinking, his words made you laugh as you realized what you had done earlier, truly throwing him off guard.
“What?! You never heard someone laugh at you before?!”
You didn’t seem to care anymore at this point and were just genuinely curious as to why he’d be so surprised from your laughter.
He shrugged and shook his head nervously, making you look at him strangely.
“Well yeah but…I don’t know…Not from someone who was just beaten a few minutes ago…”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him.
“Please…It’s not the first time he’s done that…At some point I have to forget the pain and laugh too…”
He nodded along with you and let you eat for a moment, thinking about how he should tell Negan to let you in his charge instead.
He didn’t understand as to why, he hadn’t been so from the start but never really questioned it, letting it go.
As he looked at you, he realized how dirty you were as well and got up to leave, telling you about how he was going to get some new clothes for you.
It was strange to you how “kind” this guy was and you couldn’t help but think it was part of Negan’s sick brainwashing methods again.
You backed away in your corner and told him what you thought of it, bluntly.
“Oh, I know what you’re doing…Y-you’re trying to get me to say the words, aren’t you? Acting like this…”
His eyes grew dark and slowly he shook his head.
“What’s the point of doing that…You’re not going to be better…”
He turned away to go get your new clothes, leaving you to think about your words and him.
From his tone and expression, you felt like you understood a part of him. Clearly, he wasn’t alright with all of this and something in him, made you think he was on the same page as you, he wanted out of this place.
With that thought in mind, you slowly let yourself be open to him at a certain extent, apologizing for earlier as he came back.
He accepted it with a nod and had to reluctantly walk you to your work. Gripping you by your shirt, he lead you out and whispered to you, “Listen closely…David is most likely going to come up to you after and try to take you…but i’m going to stay nearby…make sure that doesn’t happen…If anything does…You run straight to me…Go it?”
You felt comforted by his words and nodded at him as you stepped outside to the fence.
Without keeping his eyes off of you, Dwight stayed nearby to make sure things would go right.
Just as he predicted, David had cause some commotion to see you and for once, you ran to a man for protection.
Things hadn’t gone smooth at all at first, up until Negan had appeared and the problem had been addressed.
You and Dwight had successfully convinced him and your new “caretaker” was in charge of you until you said the words, Negan desperately wants to hear.
Carefully, enough, Dwight had made sure to seem and appear rough and tough with you while outside your cell, wanting to make the others think he was truly brainwashing you.
However, his demeanor would change the instant you were both alone and oddly enough, you didn’t mind him as much as you did. That was until you thought about your friends but you tried to keep that out of the way, since he would bring you clean and fresh clothes everyday, as well as your breakfast, only to change for a fresh sandwich he had hidden in his jacket, as others left him alone with you.
Each passing day, became tolerable to you and for him, you were the only thing keeping him from loosing his mind over everything he had witnessed.
To your surprised and his, he had managed to open you up to him and had done the same to make you trust him even more, not to mention he protected you from people trying to harm you.
He even protected you from the worst, making you fall for him, the reminder of your brother’s death.
Upon walking the halls, to give you your supper, he heard a rather unfamiliar yet familiar sound coming your way.
You were crying, sobbing, he could tell, he remembered it so much. His heart race in worried as to what might’ve happened and made him take faster step to understand what was happening.
He felt like the hall had grown longer and darker as he tried to desperately reach you in time to alleviate your pain. He dropped whatever he had in hand and finally stood by your door, opening it wide.
“Y/N?! Who the hell was hurting you?!” He didn’t knew what took him but that was the first thing he had in mind to hear you cry this much.
All curled up in your corner, you shook your head and he couldn’t resist to approach you. Without hesitating, he wrapped his arms around you, making you do the same to him.
It was the first time you both had ever been so close and comfortable, that he couldn’t help but stroke your hair, in hopes to help you even more.
You shook your head and tried to calm yourself but nothing came out apart the sound of your ragged breathing.
It was an inexplicable feeling to see what you had witnessed and been under that no words came out.
It worried him even more, making him check around you to see if you had any bruises. None, it relieved him to know that you hadn’t been hurt that way.
He looked around again and that’s when he knew what made you cry this much. It was cruel, maybe even more than a beating.
It was the polaroid of your brother’s dead body. Worst of it all, it had the words “Your fault” on it, clearly reminding you of that unfaithful night.
It angered him to see it and even more to know how much it pained you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this kind of emotional torture, the idea of being unable to protect you from any of it and the idea of you not being fine.
Quickly, he cupped your face, making you look only at him and shook his head and looking into your eyes, he said, “No…No…No, Y/N it wasn’t your fault…It wasn’t, alright…Tell me…Tell me the sick freak that made you look at this!”
Tears kept rolling down your cheeks and breathing heavily, you took a few seconds before being able to answer properly.
“I-It…It…Was Negan! He…He came over with the others…Th-threw the picture, saying how i should redeem myself for what I had done…”
You felt like a child, saying his name so loud and crying that way. Still you hugged him again to feel better and just let it all out.
You hated yourself for all of it and you couldn’t think of anything else. Hearing you say it so loudly, truly boiled Dwight’s blood and he had enough of it.
At this point, it was clear to him. You were the choice he was going to choose.
Lifting your chin up, he whispered to you, “Y/N…Listen to me…We’re getting out of here…”
You couldn’t believe your ears, and had let it out, “R-really?”.
He nodded and wiping your tears, he inched closer. “I’ll get you home…To your family…and hopefully…They’ll agree with me…”
You didn’t understand his meaning, until he pressed on.
“That Negan needs to die…”
Thoughts about how he had lost his wife and everyone dear to him, came to your mind and truly you understood he felt just as you.
As you nodded at him, he hugged you again and kissed your hair, whispering to you about how he loves you.
Your heart skipped a beat to hear him, and as you raised your gaze to look at him, you were surprised to feel his lips and scar on yours.
He backed away quickly, just as out of breath as you and whispered to you about his plan to leave this dreaded place forever and how you’ll get ready for the upcoming war.
This was my second time seeing Hamilton, the first time in Chicago. While the fact that it was the second time around with a different cast and theater certainly made it feel different than last time, one thing that was weighing heavily on me throughout the show was that… the country feels like it’s heading in a different direction than what I saw it last. My all-time favorite lines in the show are these that Hamilton sings:
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me You let me make a difference A place where even orphan immigrants Can leave their fingerprints and rise up
The first time I heard this I thought about the American Dream and how far we’d come in building upon the work these people had started. This time I thought about the weight of responsibility that is on all of us now to do so much better. I still found hope in the show but in different places than I had before.
With that, I’ll talk about the performances under the cut.
Disclaimer: Of course this is just my personal opinion but enjoy.
Jin: I feel like Jin would not use predictive text, although he wouldn’t be completely punctual he wouldn’t shorten words unless he was tired or a little busy. He’d definitely be a regular texter, though, mostly sending you funny pictures or jokes he’d come up with. If something particularly funny happened that day you’d be the first to know. He’d definitely send you little cheesy paragraphs when he’d particularly busy and felt as if he needed to remind his princess/prince he’s still thinking about them. Also anything you said that he found cute or funny would most likely be shared with the boys, whether you liked it or not.
Yoongi: Yoongi probably isn’t big into texting and certainly wouldn’t be one to start a conversation, I doubt he uses predictive text either. He’d probably only text you to ask you to come over or to grab him something while he’s busy and even then he’s more likely to call you than text you because he loves to hear your voice, not that he’d ever admit it. He’d text you asking about your day from time to time when he’s really busy and remembers that somewhere his significant other is on their own probably thinking about him too. So to show he cares he might on that occasion send a text first. Definitely not afraid to doubled or triple text you if he’s not busy but is 100% a slow replier either way.
Hoseok: Hobi, on the other hand, is probably big into texting, if he hasn’t seen you that day he’d want to know absolutely everything about how you spent it. He’d ask for pics of what you got up to and would definitely send random selca’s because he knows you like to see his bright smile when you didn’t get the chance to see it in person. I can completely see him as the person to send you links to websites he found interesting or funny because he wanted to share it with you, and when he’s finished with a dance he’d send you a video so you can see what he got up to whilst he wasn’t by your side. Unlike Yoongs he’s probably a speedy replier.
Namjoon: Namjoon is the type of person to leave you on read for about five minutes before actually replying, or will by typing for ages only to respond with a few words. Will, 100% send you good morning texts every day because he’s awake before you and wants to remind his Jagi that they’re loved and appreciated, they’re the first thought and the last thought. At random points, usually late at night, he’ll send you deep questions and although you’re tired you’ll always enter long debating sessions with him because he’s not always the quickest responder so you use this opportunity to get speedy replies. Plus deep joon always brings out sides to him he usually leaves in the dark so no matter how much you think you know him, 2 AM texts usually make you reconsider.
Jimin: Jimin is the one guy to respond within seconds of you sending the message until you’re actually texting him something important, then it’s Russian roulette with the read recipient. When its been about two minutes and you’re still standing in the shop waiting for a response to your question of whether he wanted a bag of sweets or not it’s then that you have to call him and hope he’s not in the middle of dance practice. Chim is the go-to guy for selca’s though because he’ll give them to you before you’ve even asked, most mornings will start with a sleepy Jimin selca and a good morning to which you have to respond with your own pic otherwise he feels it’s unfair. He’ll be the guy to send a million x’s and be pouty if you send even one less than he did.
Taehyung: Tae is probably the most frequent texter out of all of them, emojis are a must and even if he’s got nothing to say your phone will be blowing up with pointless things that make you smile. Your chats are like an Instagram feed as you get sent pictures of his food, outfit of the day and of course sleeping members. If something funny, bad, good or even low-key boring happened within the last few minutes he’s typing the ordeal into your chat. He’s probably like Jimin, replying within moments and when you’ve failed to do the same unhappy emojis will cause you to do so. Heart emojis are usually sent after most texts but he always forgets to so quickly sends one after he remembers and you’re probably the one to say good morning because you know he squeals and gets all happy about it. Will definitely text you even when you’re sat right next to him.
Jungkook: Kookie is probably the laziest replier of them all, he loves texting you though because when he’s on tour or not with you for longer than he thinks necessary he’ll pull up your chat and scroll through all your old messages. He’s probably got millions of screenshots of conversations between the two of you that he had meant to send to the rest of Bangtan but got distracted and never got round to it. He’s got the first texts he sent you still saved in his phone and has a special folder for the cute things you’ve sent just in case they’re too much effort to find. He definitely sends you multiple pictures he found funny or relatable and will only send selca’s when you ask for them. Will be super sassy over text but in person, he’s a little shyer around you because you make him turn into a little school boy all over again. 100% will use the ‘send nudes’ meme to try and get them out of you.
Since some of you seemed to like it, I wrote part two. You’ll have to wait to find out what’s going on with Anxiety though.
Roman sank back down into the mindscape feeling pleased with himself. Despite his troubles last week, he had rallied magnificently, and this next video was sure to be a hit! He appeared in the common area smiling, still riding high on his success.
“Well that sure went well, didn’t it?” Morality said cheerfully, appearing next to him.
“Indeed my fellow compatriot,” Roman replied, “We were unstoppable tonight. A creative force so great that all the world will be in awe of our talent.” Getting more entranced by his daydreams of the future, he continued, “They will laud us left and right, throwing flowers before our very feet and-“
“Okay, now you’re just being unrealistic” Logan cut in dryly, adjusting his glasses.
Roman lowered his arms from where they had been lifted in a dramatic pose, frowning a little, annoyed that his jubilant monologue had been cut off. But before he could reply, Morality spoke up.
“Well all that really matters is that we’re all proud of our accomplishments, right?”
“I suppose you are correct.” Logan conceded, "This video did seem to go rather smoothly, and Thomas is feeling confident about its reception.”
“Exactly” Morality cheered.
Roman decided to rejoin the conversation. “I concur, my friends, and I further propose that we celebrate this achievement. Perhaps with a Disney movie marathon!” He looked expectantly at the other two sides, sure that they would agree.
And just as he had predicted, they did.
“Well I suppose a move marathon could be enjoyable,” Logan said, “Although I must insist that we include Big Hero 6 in it.”
Morality was a little more open in his enthusiasm. “A movie marathon sounds great!” he gushed. “Tell you what, you guys pick the first movies and I’ll get the popcorn.” And with that he rushed out of the room.
Roman smiled, and began debating with Logan over the first movie. Eventually he convinced the other to start with a classic, Cinderella, with the promise that Big Hero 6 would be next. By the time they finished talking and were putting in the DVD, Morality had returned.
“Got the popcorn,” he said, holding up two bowls. “I tried to make as much as possible.”
“And we appreciate your efforts,” Roman replied, taking one of the bowls. ‘Now come, let us begin!”
Morality went to sit down, but then hesitated. “Do you think we should ask Anxiety to join us?” he said uncertainly, looking back and forth between the other two sides. “It’s just, I haven’t seen him around recently, so I thought maybe it’d be nice to invite him.”
Roman frowned. It was true, Anxiety hadn’t been around recently. He hadn’t even shown up to nitpick or poke holes in Roman’s ideas today. Not that he was complaining of course, but it was odd. Come to think of, Roman wasn’t really sure when the last time he had seen the darker trait. Perhaps the video last week?
“I don’t know Morality,” Logan’s words broke his uneasy train of thought. “Group bonding doesn’t really seem like Anxiety’s thing, and neither does a Disney marathon.”
Well, that last part wasn’t true. Roman could easily remember the debate they’d had about Disney a while back. In truth, it had been rather fun, if a little frustrating at points. Still, Logic may have had a point about the group bonding aspect. Anxiety was a bit of a loner.
“Oh, I guess you may be right,” Morality said, looking a little crestfallen. “Still next time we see him, we should try inviting him to do something with us, just in case.”
“That sounds.. good.” Roman replied, hesitating over his words a little. “Now, let’s get on with the movie.”
And with that, they settled down, all comfortably sprawled out on the couches, watching as the opening credits rolled. But despite his love of Cinderella, Roman couldn’t quite focus on the movie, still unable dismiss the flicker of unease in the back of his mind.
I think we can officially call these Euros the “Surprise Bitch Edition”. Kovacs and MDJDS becoming AA medalists, Coline Devillard winning VT and Boglarka Devai getting bronze, and to top it, Eremina runner-up on UB and Ellie Downie third. Who would have predicted this just two months ago?
of the events in “Morning, Darlin’”, Steve and Y/N haven’t spoken in ages.
Unresolved issues and arguments lie bubbling on the surface, and it’s only a
matter of time before the ticking time bomb goes off. The two are unknowingly
and unwillingly forced to work together one more time, although the situation
is a lot more dire this time around.
A few hours
later, your journey took an abrupt pause. The car was silent apart from exhales
and inhales, as well as the odd cough or sniff. Suddenly, a horrible clunking
noise sounded from somewhere in the car, causing all of you to frown. The
clunking didn’t stop, and Bucky decided to pull over before something bad
the car and walked to the front, where the three others were standing, bent
over the opened hood. They seemed to be discussing something, but you didn’t
feel the need to listen what they were talking about. Smoke poured out of the
car, and you moved a few feet to avoid getting it in your face. A few minutes
later, with thoughts clouding your mind, you snapped back into reality when their
voices started to increase in volume. Sighing, you looked around and found a
large rock a few metres to your right, and decided to sit down there and wait.
around at your surroundings, but there wasn’t really much to see. Golden sand
covered the sides of the road for miles, with the occasional cactus here and
there. You quickly became bored, and decided to watch the guys do whatever they
were doing. They were still arguing, and you sighed. Sam quickly raised his
hands in surrender and turned around, trying to see where you’d gotten off to.
He made his way towards you, shaking his head in annoyance.
said, and you moved over to give him room. He let out a large huff and crossed
his arms, watching as Bucky and Steve continued to argue.
they arguing over now?” you asked, exasperated.
gonna get to be the man and fix the problem,” he replied, and you scoffed.
Typical. Steve’s gestures were rigid and stiff, almost robot-like in precision,
while Bucky was rubbing his temple in frustration. With one careless wave he
seemed to have surrendered as well, and started walking to the boot of the car.
Steve seemed happy enough as he leant over the car, inspecting its contents,
while Bucky fetched the tool-box from the boot.
as he started tinkering, trying to fix whatever had gone wrong. You quickly
became very aware of the fact that every movement he made caused his muscles to
become visible beneath his T-shirt, and you swallowed thickly at the sight. The
heat and sweat didn’t help much either.
staring,” Sam remarked quietly, leaning over towards you as if to prevent
anyone else from hearing, even though they were far away. You quickly averted
your gaze and cleared your throat as discreetly as you could.
Summary: Phil has always known that he loves Dan more than Dan loves him. Rating: Teen Word Count: 4.2K Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Self-Esteem Issues Author’s Note: Even on vacation in Hawaii, I can’t stop writing fic! This story was inspired by a very emotional scene in “Doctor Who” between Amy and Rory.
Love You More
Phil pressed close to Dan’s sweat-slick skin, running a hand down along his waist and hip, stroking him gently as they both calmed, Dan’s breath still coming fast but slowing under Phil’s gentle touch. Dan rolled to turn toward him and their lips met, softer now than they had been, still eager but no longer desperate. Dan smiled against Phil’s lips but did not speak, simply nestling closer into Phil’s arms until a shiver wracked him and he leaned down to pull up the sheet and duvet to cover them both.
Phil’s hand rose to stroke through Dan’s hair, which was damp and curling with sweat, and Dan hummed contentedly, his eyes closing and his breath evening out as he drifted toward sleep. Phil continued to comb his fingers through the curls, his eyes still open, looking past Dan’s shoulder into the darkness.
He wished this was all he wanted, but it wasn’t enough.
When you began dating Roman you never thought your relationship would come to this point. You didn’t expect things to go so well, with each man that you had seen as soon as they got any sort of information that you had a three-year-old daughter they disappeared. Gone. Without another word. But Roman was different. When you told him you had a three-year-old Daughter he didn’t run out of the door as fast as his legs could carrying. It was the total opposite, he sat down and began to question you about your Daughter. He actually showed interest in her. After you had left the restaurant that evening, you feared that you were never going to hear from Roman again, you were shocked that next morning when you noticed a text from Roman. You had to acknowledge that Roman was indeed sincere when you had dinner the night before.
Some time passed and Roman had asked you out for coffee which was why you currently sat in the cafe waiting for Roman to appear. While the meeting or date was completely out of the blue you were content while you waited for Roman to show up. You casually flipped through your phone until a bell rung high above the door, you turned observing Roman walking through the door lifting his sunglasses to sit firmly on the top of the head. Roman searched the coffee shop for you, he noticed you he manoeuvred through the collection of tables before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table reaching for your hand instantly.
“Hey, baby girl.” Roman slipped off his jacket placing behind the back of his chair.
“Hey, how’s work going?”
“Good, WrestleMania’s just around the corner so I’m busy. It’s part of the reason why I asked you to meet for coffee.” A young waitress came over and you and Roman both put in your order before returning to your conversation.
“So you didn’t want to spend time with me?” You puckered your lips as you playfully pouted at Roman, rolling his eyes he leant over the table kissing your lips passionately, Roman’s warm soft lips covered yours making you forget what you had been doing.
“Baby girl you know that I always want to spend time with you. Just like I want you to be there for Wrestlemania but when we spoke about it before you mentioned that you wouldn’t be able to come because no one will be able to have Y/D/N but recently I’ve been thinking.” The young lady returned with your order as she placed it down in front of you and Roam. You quietly thanked her before she left.
“What if you didn’t have to find someone to look after Y/D/N? What if she could come with you? With us. You’ve told me that she’s a big fan of mine and it would be an honour to give Y/D/N her first live wrestling experience. Now I know that meeting Y/D/N for the first time at WrestleMania could certainly overwhelming, so how about we meet for the first time before Wrestlemania, I even have a few suggestions as to what we could do.” Looking at Roman you felt an uneasy feeling beginning to twist and turn in your stomach. You knew at some point that the two were going to meet at some point. You wanted to go to Wrestlemania to support Roman. Yet the thought of Roman and Y/D/N meeting terrified you. What if they didn’t get on? You had heard the saying never meet your Idols? What if Y/D/N meet Roman and she disliked him?
“What if something goes wrong? What if Y/D/N doesn’t like you? You know no matter how much I love you my Daughter comes first. What if-” You babbled on through your concerns Roman listened to every word. He knew that you were bound to have your concerns yet Roman wasn’t going anywhere. Roman knew that he was going to have to prove himself in order to become a regular feature in Y/D/N’s life.
“Baby girl, I know you have concerns but haven’t we waited enough. You and I both know that I can be a great addition to Y/D/N life and it’s okay for you to have all of these concerns. Please just here me out.” Perhaps you were jumping ahead negatively.
“Okay, I’m listening.” Roman began discussing what he wanted to do when he met Y/D/N for the first time as Roman went further into his plans you grinned and became convinced that it was officially time for Roman to meet Y/D/N.
The day before Roman and Y/D/N were set to meet for the first time. You were set to tell Y/D/N about tomorrow’s big adventure you had prepared her favourite kind of sandwich and cut it into triangles just how your Daughter liked before heading to the living room where Y/D/N sat at the coffee table colouring a picture of a Dinosaur. Slowly you crouched beside her as you stuck her tongue to the side, to show just how much she was focussing on this dinosaur.
“Hey Honey, can I talk to you about something?” Y/D/N quickly finished the section of the leg that she was colouring before putting the crayon down.
“Yes, Mummy. Did I do something wrong?” Y/D/N. every time you needed to talk to her she always presumed she had done something wrong it was almost as if she had a guilty conscience or something.
“Not unless you’ve done something wrong that I don’t know about.”
“No. no. I haven’t done anything wrong.” You decided to ignore your Daughter’s sheepish grin, whatever she might have done will probably get out in the open sooner rather than later.
“Okay, well do you remember how I have a boyfriend and that we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”
“Yeah. what about him?”
“Well, I and my boyfriend think its time that you should meet for the first time. However, there’s something I need to tell you before you meet…. my boyfriend’s name is Roman. He thinks you might know him.” You watched as the clogs steadily working in her brain. Your Daughter had luckily been given your intelligence.
“Oh. My. God. Your dating Roman Reigns! Mum! Why didn’t you tell me? Oh, my God. I get to meet Roman Reigns. My Mum is dating Roman Reigns!” Your normally quiet five-year-old Daughter was now running around the living room. You couldn’t have predicted just how well she would react as per usual she proceeded to excel your expectations.
“When can I meet him?”
“Tomorrow.” More squeals came from your five-year-old Daughter as she gushed over the revelation. You laughed and then suddenly realised that until tomorrow morning you would have to deal with an over excited daughter all by yourself.
The following morning, Y/D/N seemed to have more energy than yesterday she was running around the house, there were clothes thrown everywhere as she decided what to wear, the house had honestly looked like a tornado had blitzed through your apartment, you had no time to collected and tidy the mess that Y/D/N had made. You were relatively calm, you had prepared everything for your day out made both of you breakfast, gotten ready. Y/D/N had gone overboard, she had changed multiple times, asked a thousand questions that you frankly didn’t have the answers to. She often complained that you took too long to get ready but in reality, it was her that was taking the time this morning. It was a very welcomed change.
A hard knock on the door signalled that Roman had arrived, hearing bumping and tumbling around in Y/D/N room.
“Y/D/N! Roman’s here” You called, the thundering of Y/D/N’s footsteps echoed through the apartment.
“Can I open the door?” You nodded as soon as the door was open Y/D/N lunged herself at Roman, Roman laughed as he hoisted Y/D/N into his arms like it appeared to be the most natural action.
“Well hi there. I didn’t expect to get such a warm greeting and what’s your name Princess?” Y/D/N smile could have lightened the darkest of rooms. You hadn’t seen her this happy in a very long time.
“Y/D/N.” Y/D/N replied in a small voice, Roman caught her attention again.
“Well, that’s an awfully pretty name for an awfully pretty little girl. Did your Mum tell you what we’re going to be doing today? Your Mum mentioned that you liked going to the Mall so I thought we could go to the Mall, do some shopping, grab a bite to eat and if it’s okay with Mum perhaps if things go well then maybe I can stay over and we can have a sleepover.” Y/D/N certainly perked up.
“Mum can Roman stay over, please? I’ll be good.”
“We will see.” With that you, Roman and Y/D/N headed to the Mall.
You had often been scolded by many people. You spoil your daughter too much. She’s going to grow up and become a brat. Blah Blah Blah. Today was not your fault. In no which way could you be blamed for everything your daughter had got at the Mall. It was not your fault. It was Roman’s. Whatever Y/D/N remotely showed interest in, he brought for her. No matter how you complained and told Roman that she didn’t need it, Roman shushed you and brought it to her. You sat in the living room eating pizza and watching a movie as Y/D/N began to fall asleep on Roman’s chest.
“You know I think today went great,” Roman whispered to you, you looked up and nodded happily. After all of that initial worrying and stress, everything had gone off without a hitch. Roman kissed you softly as you melted deeper into the warmth of his body.
“Does this mean you can come to Wrestlemania now? I’m definitely going to need both of you in my corner.”
“Yeah we’re coming to WrestleMania but you have to be the one to tell her and help me deal with Y/D/N, she was bouncing when she met you and I’m pretty convinced she’s gonna be worse when you tell her about Wrestlemania
“Deal.” You snuggled back onto Roman’s chest getting back into the movie, you were grateful that Y/D/N and Roman’s First Encounter had gone off without a gone off without a hitch….
Summary/Prompt: Imagine you got abducted with Claire, Marcia, and Casey in Split, but you’re not high schoolers - you’re grad students. Your area of study is Psychology with your focus on DID. Can you work with Kevin and all of his identities to survive?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SPLIT - if you haven’t seen the movie, and want to, don’t read this. Language, abduction, mental disorders, (if you watched Split, it’s all of the content in there).
Word Count: 5695
Notes: I saw Split the other day and was inspired. I am a psychology student so I loved the film and this is how I wish it would’ve ended, haha. If you haven’t seen it, this may be hard to follow what’s happening. beta’d by my best girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
When you, Casey, Claire, and Marcia woke up, you had no idea what happened. You were in the car, when that man had gotten in and–did he spray you? Everything was so fuzzy right now. You sat up as Claire and Marcia gripped each other and Casey sat on the end of the cot you were on. You were closer to Casey than the other girls, but you were all friends none-the-less. It’s hard not to be when you share an apartment for grad school.
Terror was hard to swallow, but in this situation, panicking would get you nowhere. Thinking of all the things that could happen to you, you just pushed the fears down. After Marcia had wet herself to fend off your abductor, Claire had started to suggest to just attack him but Casey didn’t want to. They asked for your vote on the matter and you thought four against one were pretty good odds, but it still scared you regardless.