sorry if this is bad its my first time lol


Tokyo Ghoul || Through the Years「2014-2018」
↳ Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn’t mean they are bad people. It means they’re human.


well is a silly comic.. but  i was thinking in how did King Dice started to suspect the Cupbros were up to something else; you know that they were not going to deal with the devil once they meet him again

so i though at the Die House II, these dorks don’t know how to hide their enthusiasm that they are going to kick King Dice and the Devil’s butt XD thus the King starts to suspect… hehe

also sorry if the english is bad.. X3



Sorry for the half-assed BG–I wanted to do something a little less half-assed but I’ve been planning and drawing and coloring for something of a month, battling bad vibes and the desire to draw other things, and I really just wanted to draw the DS girls in my favorite skins.

Oh and Walani is there. She’s in my version of a Rose Skin, inspired by Abigail Campbell Kawānanakoa, who was a Hawaiian princess. She always shows up in a specific dress that I found inspiring, probably why she’s not in pants instead.

anonymous asked:

Could you do the RFA (plus Saeran if your willing to) of an SO/MC with insomnia but like they stay up for days and sometimes just pass out from sleep deprivation instead of just staying up really late? I haven't seen anyone do it like that and that what I suffer with but sorry if it's uncomfortable or you won't write it I understand (ps sorry for the bad English it's not my first language)

Eh, nothing uncomfortable there don’t worry ~

I went with hcs again and I guess it’s kinda linked to the s/o with nightmares I wrote before (Saeran’s got a bit angsty lol sorry, he’s easy to write angst for) ~

Yoosung : 

  • he’s had times where he had to put all nighters until morning because of an essay to write or a test to study for but it was occasional and he would always get his sleep back the next day but his s/o’s situation is different and that would worry him; knowing it wasn’t occasional but rather a common occurrence.
  • He’d do what he can to get them to sleep at the same time as him (read : initiating cuddle session) but he wouldn’t know what to do if they really didn’t want to lie down and try to let sleep overcome them.
  • The first time they pass out, he uses everything he knows from his classes – sure, animals and humans aren’t the same but it’s better than not do anything – but he would be so scared even though he was expecting this to happen with the lack of sleep they were suffering from.
  • No way he’s letting them go another day without sleeping again, he doesn’t ever want to see them faint once more – he’ll guilt trip them into staying in bed until they get at least an hour of sleep, if it’s what it takes.

Zen :

  • He’s very insistent on getting his beauty sleep and would try to get his s/o to sleep with him too but if they really couldn’t sleep, he’d always ask if they want to ‘tire themselves out’ by partaking in some 'nightly activities’ and he wouldn’t stop until they were too exhausted to do anything – that or ask them if they want to exercise (the normal type of exercise) together before bed.
  • When they faint for the first time, it’s probably when he’s at work so when he comes home to them lying unconscious on the floor, he’s terrified. He’ll try to be calm but he would immediately call for an ambulance and would constantly ask questions as to what happened and if they were alright.
  • He asks the doctors what they should do to get some sleep or get rid of their insomnia; but from now, he asks they send him a text every one or two hours to make sure they haven’t passed out – and exercise (the naughty or the normal kind) is not an option before going to bed.

Jaehee : 

  • She knows what it’s like but because of the amount of caffeine she always has in her body + the years of resistance against sleep deprivation she’s endured by working for Jumin, she hasn’t really experienced passing out from lack of sleep, even though she’s been close to it more than once. However, she’d be very concerned for her s/o, especially if the reason they couldn’t sleep was because of insomnia and not because they 'had to’ stay awake. 
  • She would make them coffee but eventually, when it was time to sleep, she wouldn’t accept their refusal to lie in bed and try to sleep. She’d be very motherly and firm about it – she might even lecture her s/o – because ’how can you even expect to sleep if you don’t try to’.
  • When they faint, mom-mode goes to extreme level and she will tie them to the bed (not in a kinky way geez) until they finally get some sleep – she immediately thinks of the worst situations and locations where they could pass out and it scares her; in the middle of the road, in the subway, in the shower, while cooking…

Jumin : 

  • I mean, assuming he already made his s/o go see every single professionals there are before hand and it didn’t work – which would be very upsetting to Jumin, he’d be willing to bring them to the other side of the world if he heard of a miraculous remedy to their problem – he wouldn’t let them get out of the bed just because they couldn’t sleep – and he certainly won’t allow them to not go to bed
  •  = which would lead to a very long and scientific explanation on the effects of not sleeping, the consequences on their body, head and health, and all that. (so s/o will probably just lie down in bed, at least to make him shut up)
  • Like Zen, he’s more than willing to indulge in some intimate activities but he would also suggest more relaxing stuff like drinking a glass of wine (if they drank alcohol) or cuddling Elizabeth since her purring is a calming sound to him.
  • When they faint for the first time, he’s also probably not there – however, the body guards at his penthouse check on them quite often and they would have to take care of Jumin’s s/o. At his request, they would bring them to the best hospital around while he left the meeting he was in to see them. He’d pretend he’s alright but it’s obvious that he’s very distraught and worried for them and their health; he promises both himself and his s/o that he would do anything to make sure this doesn’t happen again – and he always stays true to his words.

707 : 

  • He goes through the same thing more or less everyday and he also does have a habit of passing out from exhaustion but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for his s/o to do the same. Which will lead to an agreement between him and his s/o : 'I’ll try to sleep everyday if you do too’.
  • 707 doesn’t care about his own health but he will try to make an effort for his s/o’s sake and that will end up in naps in the middle of the day; the both of them on the couch, probably with him lying on top of them. He’d actually fall asleep quickly so if his s/o doesn’t follow suit, he won’t realize it until he wakes up.
  • When they faint for the first time, he’s in the same room when it happens and he sees them fall through the reflection of his monitor. It takes less than 2 seconds for him to bolt out of his chair and rush to their side – he has a more or less extensive knowledge about everything and that include what to do when someone passes out. He’d take care of them the best he can and wait by their side until they open their eyes; he’d feel guilty that they never got any sleep and ended up in this state ‘because of him’ but he’d use all the knowledge and resources he has access to in order to help them.

Saeran : 

  • Like his brother, he’s used to it – if anything, he fears sleep a bit because he feels vulnerable when he has his eyes closed + he doesn’t have any control over what happens in his head when he sleeps and judging from all the nightmares that leave him in tears, it’s no wonder he tries to stay awake all the time. But still, he’s trying to get a better, more normal life and his health is weak enough as it is, he can’t afford to make it worse, not now that he has a s/o who cares for him – so he’ll be there for them when they can’t sleep and they’ll be there for him when a nightmare tears him away from his slumber.
  • The first time they pass out, they’re probably together since he doesn’t like being alone and while he’s next to them and able to catch them before they hit the ground; he’s terrified at seeing his s/o, unconscious in his arms – it reminds him of a recurrent nightmare he has except they are usually covered in blood and no longer breathing. He’d have to take a minute to calm down, clutching their body close to him to reassure himself with the sound of their beating heart. Once he’s able to think properly, he’d call an ambulance and keep a hand around their wrist, making sure he can always feel their pulse. After that episode, he asks for help to everyone – even his brother – and won’t give up until they can finally fall asleep without insomnia holding them back.
A little defensive

Bruce Wayne X Black!Reader

Summary: You’ve had your fair share of assholes to deal with so the snide and rude comments don’t bother you anymore, Bruce however?  that’s a whole nother’ story

Warnings: Your favorite internet trolls, Bruce’s ability to be petty

Author note: This is my first request!!! I hope it’s what you wanted, this was my first time writing for the big bad bat himself so i’m sorry if its wack :’) Feedback is welcomed and encouraged and of course, requests are absolutely open so request away

tag list @mirajanestrauss1999

“Bruce Wayne can date who he want but at least make her pretty lol.”

“(Y/n) is such a strange choice for a fling, not to be racist but black is so not his usual type.”

“Interracial dating is low-key ugly lmao”

“She’d be prettier if she was lighter.”

My eyes rolled hard at the keyboard warriors latest onslaught of bitter words directed directly at me, I knew I’d only work myself up but I couldn’t help myself, a sick curiosity possessed me to look through my mentions on Twitter.

I leaned into the warm sheets surrounding my body with a sigh, I weeded through the tweets for something actually relavent to me before tossing the device away from my reach, usually I wouldn’t be tempted to be on the device but  Bruce wasn’t with me so I was left to my own devices.
The rare moments Bruce and I did get together were spent just like that, together, away from the rest of the world and their problems. I smiled at the thought of the usually stoic man, today was supposed to be one of those sickly sweet days spent draped around one another like cling wrap, but he was pulled away to the office, some kind of emergency that required his presence. With some pushing fro me, he very reluctantly climbed out of the nest of blankets and pillows a few hours ago.

“Baby you gotta go.”
“I think they’ll survive without me for a day.” He mumbled into my shoulder making no effort to get up, I felt him smile against my skin, his arm quickly latching around my midsection.“Nuh uh I see what you trynna do over there- no starting something till you handle your business.” He laughed as I pushed  away from him.
“Are you kicking me out of my own bed?”
I pushed myself up on my elbows to look him in the eyes,


He rolled over on his back with a sigh, I shamelessly watched his body stretch out, the muscles expanding as he moved.His body was more like a machine than anything, after so long of being the bat, scars were bound to litter his warm  skin, sometimes I think he forgot he was human, that he wasn’t just a nameless figure of Justice who stuck fear in the hearts of his enemy’s, it took me almost two years to break the two identities apart, and now there was a fine line between the two, so fine even he could see the difference, the real Bruce Wayne had been buried under an endless quest to clean up Gotham, but now, he was beginning to shine through.

 Like this moment for instance, as he begrudgingly got ready, pouting all the while. That was Bruce Wayne, despite being a grown man he had these rare moments where he acted like a teenager, almost like the lack of childhood peeked through from time to time. He fastened his tie in the mirror, meeting my eye in the reflection. “See something you like?” One of his thick brows arched, a playful smirk resting on his lips.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, what are you gonna do about it?” I spoke walking over to try and wrap my arms around his large form, he laughed finishing his tie before turning so we faced each other. I leaned up to rest my hands against his chest.
“Now look who’s trynna start something.” He spoke breaking our stare off. I pulled away with a laugh, making my way back to the bed.
“Hurry up and come back so you can finish what you started.”
He grabbed his suit jacket, sliding the expensive material over his arms before leaving with a smirk and a quick kiss to the forehead.
That was a solid two hours ago and he still had yet to return, as tempting as it would be to just lull myself back to sleep until he arrived, the bad taste those comments left in my mouth forced me up for the day.

Knowing Bruce, he’d give me that stupid glare he reserves for criminals if he knew what I did. See the thing is, he’s told me a million and one times to avoid all things social media, he knew how nasty the world could get, how lies spread faster than the truth and people would always believe what they wanted to, but I refused to run away from my life, I wasn’t about to let some close minded twats have that much of an impact on what I did, so I went through my morning routine of deleting all the negativity I could stomach to scan through on my timeline and slowly drinking some of Alfred’s famous tea to warm up my body.

When Bruce finally returned to me I was half way through a novel I borrowed from the manor’s library, it was an old annoyingly, spooky Stephen King novel so when the bedroom door slammed open I couldn’t fight the Yelp that left my mouth.“Christ Almighty you almost gave me a heart attack.” I laughed lightly putting a hand to my chest, my smile fell when I saw the expression on his face, his face was set in unmovable stone, almost as if he was still wearing the cowl, I shivered at the unspoken anger in his eyes.
“Baby?” I asked hesitantly rising from my seat, I placed the book down on the nearby table and met his gaze. “What’s wrong?” Usually when something bad happened he would try to carry all the weight alone, not wanting to bother another with the responsibility of resolving whatever the problem was.
One of the things we overcame with separating Bruce from the bat was this very issue, from the look on his face I couldn’t help but worry something happened between this morning and now so bad we’d end up fifty steps back.
He was silent as he pulled out his phone, he typed away before handing me the device.I scanned over the collective of negative headlines, all different but all surrounding me and him.Mostly me.I stared at him even more confused.
“Baby that’s nothing, you told me yourself to ignore that kinda stuff.”
He finally spoke. “The reason they pulled me in today was to talk about this- my PR representative showed me that and then some.” He scoffed leaning heavily on his knuckles against a dresser. “Did you know people were saying all horrible these things?“I sighed walking over to his tense form, I placed a hesitant palm on his shoulder, 

"Well yeah-”

“How long?”

“Since we’ve been dating, but baby it’s nothing new, I don’t let it bother me.”

“Well it bothers me.” He hastily loosened his tie, tossing it somewhere off in the room, now beginning to pace the shiny marble floors. “I don’t care if they trash my name, or my company, but you?” He scoffed, anger shining through in his tense actions.“I won’t sit back- I can’t.” I watched him, my worry clear before I forced myself to calm down. I made him meet my eye, grabbing the sides of his face, stopping him in his tracks.“Hon I know- but you need to calm down, don’t act when you’re angry, you may do something you’ll regret.” His expression softened for a moment as he leaned into my touch subconsciously. “You’re one of - if not the most- incredible people I’ve ever encountered, you’re naively kind but all the same stubbornly intelligent, you’re what keeps me sane. So it’s hard to watch idiots who have no idea what kind of amazing human being you are judge you for something as ridiculous and trivial as the color of your skin.” He quickly worked himself back up so I wordlessly pulled him to his bed. He landed on his back with a huff, I pushed myself off of the soft mattress to get up and close the blinds, I took both our phones and silenced them, before putting them across the room. He stared at me with a face that asked what I was doing but I said nothing. I pulled his shoes off before kicking off my own. “What are you up too?” He spoke, the words were still serious as ever but slightly amused.I sighed with a sad smile. “Growing up- and sometimes to this day- it felt like a crime to be brown, anything and everything you did was wrong or not enough, so when the world got just a little too bleak for me to handle, I would shut it out for a little while and collect my bearings so I could face the challenges with a clear mind.”
He stared at me as I climbed my way up his stupidly big bed until I made it to him. I hovered over his body, a small grin on my face as I stared at him.
“We’re gonna shut the world out, because they don’t deserve our attention right now.” He said nothing but them smile growing on his face told me everything I needed to hear. His eyes turned soft, his body finally un-tensing and Bruce, had finally come back to me.

We laid there for hours, curled into each other’s bodies, hands never leaving the other persons as we  talked about anything and everything, the conversation never had a direct direction but that’s what made it nostalgic, like we were both seventeen again, and our biggest worries were senior year. 

The butterflies raving in my stomach never left when I looked at him, no matter how long we’d been together, I could always fall a little more in love with the man who laid before me.
Thankfully, the drama from before was pretty much forgotten as we settled into the night, at least I thought it was.
I woke up later in the evening searching for his warmth in my sleep but coming up empty, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I aimlessly walked down the manor’s extensive hallways until I found the door I was looking for. I’d been down in the cave a handful of times but I never got used to opening the secret door in his study, I always felt like James Bond afterwards.
I made my way down the steps, my bare feet almost stung with every step down, I forgot how cold it could get in here.I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between one of the boys and Bruce.
“Remind me again why I’m hacking into Twitter accounts on a school night?.” The loud sound of typing was heard before Bruce responded. “Recon.” The other voice laughed- I now realized who it was.

“Tim?” They both looked up, the younger man smiling at me.“Hey (y/n)! Fancy seeing you here, Couldn’t sleep?”
I crossed my arms, trying my best to look intimidating in my robe and bonnet. “I was asleep, but my Bruce-is-about-to-do-something-stupid senses were tingling so I figured I’d come check it out.”

 Tim barked out a laugh before covering it up with a cough at the Bat glare™ he received. He turned back to the computer with an awkward whistle.
Bruce turned to me, removing his cowl so we were face to face.“You should go back to bed, I’ll be in later.”

“Oh I’ll go back to sleep, if you tell me what you’re doing over there.”

“That’s confidential.”

“He’s making me hack into some random Twitter accounts.” I could feel the glare he gave Tim all the way across the room.
“This is justice.”
“This is petty is what it is.” He crossed his arms, smirk ever present on his smug face.“Cyber bullying is illegal, I’m just doing my job. "Tim peaked his head out from behind Bruce 

"Wait who got bullied.”

“No one" 


 Bruce and I spoke simultaneously, Tim made some sort of noise of acknowledgement before the typing noises intensified.“Yeah they got this coming."I sighed into my hands. "Tim not you too! You’re supposed to be the smart one.” He leaned back, satisfied with whatever it is that he did. “Exactly, that’s why these jerks won’t be bothering you or anyone anymore.” I sighed walking past Bruce’s smug figure to kiss Tim’s temple, “I don’t agree with either of y'all but- Thank you, I appreciate it.” I then leaned over to give a quick peck to Bruce and question him"Are you done being petty or do I have to worry all night?“ He grabbed my hands bringing them to his mouth for a sweet kiss."I’m done.” I squinted at him before shrugging and heading back to the warmth of his bed.

“Tim, look up how much it would be to buy Twitter.”

“Dear god Bruce.”

biritapotato  asked:

How does RFA treat a very insecure MC who always covers up and keeps low profile?

This is my first work in a loooong time pls dont be too hard on me lol



He would’nt understand why MC is so insecure??? Like HIS MC???? His MC is a freaking goddess tf MC is u blind??

He’d try to convince MC that she’s  a gift but MC wouldnt change or belive Zen.

Zen would understand but he would compliment MC all the time to try to slowly change mc’s mind


He thinks its not thaaat bad that mc triest o keep a low profile because he does it too. Its better becasue then people wont have much stuff to glossip about.

He’d buy the prettiest clothes or clothes MC feels good in so its boosts her confidence, he wont push MC but he will try to push her in the right direction.


He wouldnt understand at first but then hes like “oh im like that too”

Hed shower MC in compliments and do cute things for her. Sometimes he might come on too strong but he has good intentions


Hed make jokes about how much he hates  himself but when he sees that it  makes you feel like crap he understands why. Hed make cute robot cats that give you positive messages and he would always compliment you each day. He knows how it feels but he hopes youll believe him someday.

Richie Tozier working at Jungle Cruise (Stozier)

Authors Note: Hey guys! So this is my first try at writing ANY type of fan fiction, so be nice! (: this wouldn’t be here without the encouragement of @sinningtozier so big thank you to her 💞 I got this idea in line for this ride and everything I was thinking of made me giggle, so hopefully it’ll make you laugh too. If you dont know, jungle cruise is a ride at Disneyland where you go on a boat and see animatronic animals while the driver tells veRY cheesy jokes that aren’t that funny… hence why this is a Richie fic lmao(;

Ship: nothing just the boat HAHAHA I’m funny, just kidding! This is stozier because I’m a hoe for stozier (who isn’t though?) 

Warnings : animals ? Idk ? Bad jokes ?  One kind of ? Sexual innuendo? Couple curse words.

 Description: Richie works as a skipper (driver) of one of the boats on the jungle cruise ride. He loves his job, but he discovers he loves it more when a certain curly haired boy comes along.


  •  Richie Tozier is a person no one would ever imagine working at Disneyland 
  • When his best friends Beverly and Bill found out they died laughing
  • “What did you do to get that job, fuck Mickey?” Beverly had said which made bill erupt in another fit of giggles
  • But at work he manages to hold off on his cursing and sexual jokes because the kids actually love his accents and find his jokes no one else finds funny absolutely hilarious
  • Bill and Bev were so shocked ??
  • Tozier Trashmouth and kids ? unheard of until now
  • So one day he’s on driving duty and it’s during the holiday season so it’s extra crowded but richie doesn’t mind, it’s more people to tell his jokes to
  • He drives the boat up to the dock and waits for the girl to help lower people in, but then he sees this boy coming and his whole world stops
  • Now richie isnt one to believe in happily ever after or love at first sight even though he works in a place that has movies based on that whole idea
  • his parents had ruined the idea of love for him
  • but when he sees this boy walking and laughing wearing possibly the ugliest sweater that hes ever seen he doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a beautiful boy before in his life
  • Richie panics because he’s coming and his curls are bouncing as he’s walking and he’s laughing with another boy who’s wearing a Fanny pack and usually he’d laugh at that because we even wears those anymore? but right now all he can do is watch in awe as this boy climbs into the boat wearing a Hanukkah sweater that says its lit with a menorah and is somehow pulling it off?  And all he knows is that no one else would look so good in something like that
  • Richie doesn’t realize he’s staring until the sweater wearing boy looks right at Richie and smiles
  • Richie KNOWS he’s never seen anything so beautiful, he thinks his smile could cure everything bad in the world 
  • But the thing is, richie isn’t even aware of what’s going on around him, he doesn’t realize that the boat is filled up and he should be greeting them and starting the ride
  •  he’s so preoccupied with watching the boy and wondering his name, and who his parents are because he needed to thank them for blessing the world with such a perfect boy
  • “Richard are you going to start the ride or just stand there zoned out while there are hundreds of people waiting to get on the ride?” the ride operater said making richie jump and mumble a quick sorry
  • “o-oh hey guys! Welcome to the world famous jungle cruise where we cruise the jungle haha. My name is Richard, but since we’re going to be together for possibly a few weeks you can call me Richie. For the time we’re together ill be your Jungle Cruise skipper, your alligator wrestler, lion tamer, and if you dont laugh at my jokes - very likely your swimming instructor!” He says quickly and winking at the end glad he got through that and managed to not only stare at the curly haired boy he now knows has dimples because of him laughing at what Richie had said
  • when he laughed Richie knew he was fucked, how could someone be so cute ? he had no clue how he’d get through the ride without saying a sexual joke now that he was completely distracted by this boy and getting him to laugh, not the kids he should be telling baby jokes. 
  • “Alrighty then folks we’re off!” he says starting to drive the boat and using his British accent making the little kids giggle
  • “How is everyone doing today?” Richie said in hopes that he’d get a unique answer from the curly haired boy and have an excuse to talk to him
  • everyone mumbled a few goods, great, but the one that caught Richie’s attention was the small “Better now that im here with you.” from the curly haired boy followed by a smirk and Richie just about spontaneously com-busted right there on the spot. 
  • if it weren’t for the small blonde blue eyed girl sitting by him yelling about how she liked his big glasses he doesn’t know what he would’ve done
  • “Why thank you princess!” Richie yelled blushing slightly and he told himself it was from the compliment not from the boy who was still smirking at him from across the boat
  • Richie turned around to steer for a bit and try to compose himself. he reminded himself that he was at work and that he couldn’t flirt back, it was against the rules, especially with all the other passengers around. He turned back around when it was time for his next joke that went along with the ride
  • “Ahhh would you look at that, we’re currently riding on top of the Nile river. This river is the longest river in the world, it goes on for niles and niles and niles.” he said earning a few chuckles
  • “How long is the Nile river actually?” the boy wearing the Hanukkah sweater commented sending a wink to Richie that made Richie’s heart beat so fast he thought everyone would be able to hear it through the microphone he was holding to his chest
  • “W-what?” he responded trying to buy time to figure out what he was going to say and silently cursing for sounding like Bill..
  •  he had no idea what to say because who the hell would know how long the Nile river is exactly ? so he stared blankly as the boy asked his question again
  • “Um im not sure, after all i’m only supposed to drive and make jokes, not know actual facts” Richie finished with a laugh which earned a bright smile from the boy across the boat
  • The boy who was sat next to the one with curly hair opened his fanny pack and whipped out his full sized hand sanitizer scolding the boy for touching the pole they sat next to mumbling about how he could get an infection from the amount of people who have touched that same pole
  • Richie turned back around smiling a bit at what the boy was saying and starting steering towards the part of the boat ride where everyone saw the animals
  • Everyone in the boat stares out looking all around at the animals but the curly haired boy just stares intently at Richie and Richie stares back and they both smile at each other and Richie swears he would spend every hour of everyday tying to get that boy to smile.
  • “Look mommy an elephant!” a little boy exclaimed making Richie snap out of the trance the boy held him and and acknowledged the Small boy and his surroundings realizing he should probably do his job and make the crappy jokes he needs to make.
  • “You’re right! That is an elephant, these are African Bull elephants. You can tell by their big floppy ears and rough trunks. They’re really smart too. Watch.” Richie says as he yells for the elephant to speak and the elephant squeals (a/n is that the right terminology? squealed? lol?)
  • “Now splash everyone in the boat!” Richie laughs as everyone attempts to duck and the elephant begins spraying water up into the air. This gives Richie a minute to process everything, everything being the fact that this boy who he doesn’t even know the name of is making him blush and not be able to think of any comebacks to the things he’s saying. What would bev and bill say to a quiet richie tozier?
  • Richie knows he needs to step up his game, so he does and he doesn’t even care if what he says next gets him fired because all he knows is that hes surrounded by water but the only thing he wants to swim in is the dimple of the boy who was still smiling up at him
  • “Look everyone, those are some big pussy cats.” he says as a lion growls 
  • “whoa calm down there, i swing the other way- OH look kids those monkeys trashed that campsite!” he finishes quickly, knowing he shouldn’t have said that judging from the amount of judgmental stares parents gave him, but he relished in the fact that now the curly haired boy was smiling brightly and nudging his friend’s shoulder roughly
  • “so where is everyone from today?” Richie says trying to change the subject of what he had just said
  • the rest of the ride was a blur of Richie forgetting to tell most of his scripted jokes after he learned that the boy who left him speechless was named Stanley, Stan for short, and was from Los Angeles, just like Richie.
  • “Looks like our adventure together is over… As we approach, please notice that there’s a dock on the left and one on the right. Dont let that confuse you its a paradox…” Richie says his last joke waving as everyone gets off the ride
  • he watched as Stan waved his friend bye and felt the breath leave his throat as he stepped in front of him.
  • “Hi.”

Authors note again: ahh! this didn’t come out exactly as I wanted it to, I wanted it to be more of Richie flat out flirting with Stan, but I knew that’d be weird considering he works at Disneyland lol. REMEMBER this is literally the first fanfiction ive ever written. I only ever write for school or personal poems ill probably never post because they’re embarrassing lol. I hope you enjoyed this, sorry if its cringy i tried my best guys! Feedback is appreciated, and let me know if i should write more (if so of what, send requests) or just stop because this was bad ? If you took your time to read this, thank you! Ask me some questions, or something. Ive had this account for less than a week and only made it with the intention of reading fan fictions so I havent done any “blog stuff” or whatever hahahahaah… 

Much love!! - Zoe (:

the-sarcastic-cosmonaut  asked:

In the single parents with kids AU, could you do something about Percy meeting Uncle Chiron? Or Annabeth meeting Percy's mom? (Your work is amazing btw. Big fan) thank you

single parent au

  • they had been together for 4 months when Annabeth’s uncle announced he wanted to meet her mystery man 
  • “Chiron, he’s not a mystery man. You know almost everything about him that I do.” 
  • “Oh I know, but it makes me feel better when I pretend to be an authoritarian. Did it work?” 
  • “About as much as it did when I was 15.” 
  • Annabeth decided to have dinner at her house, that way she could control the environment 
  • Marshall was helping her set the table when there was a knock at the door 
  • the little boy sprinted towards the sound before Annabeth could say anything 
  • as she followed, she could hear him shouting, “WHAT’S THE PASSWORD?” 
  • “OWLS ARE THE COOLEST”, a voice returned 
  • Marshall swung the door open and tackled Percy who was standing on the other side, bottle of wine in hand 
  • he scooped the boy up and met Annabeth at the end of the hallway, handing her the bottle of wine and placing a kiss to her lips 
  • “Hey beautiful,” he said with a smile 
  • “Hey handsome,” she returned happily 
  • Percy and Marshall set the table while Annabeth put the finishing touches on dinner 
  • as soon as she announced that everything was ready there was another knock at the door 
  • “POOOOOOOOPS!” Marshall yelled while once again sprinting towards the door 
  • he reemerged in the arms of a man about the same height as Annabeth, with thinning brown hair, a well trimmed beard and a cane to help him walk 
  • Marshall was beaming and Annabeth walked up to meet him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek
  • she suddenly realized how nervous she was for things to go well, and held her breath as Percy walked over from the dining table 
  • “Chiron, this is my boyfriend Percy. Percy, this is my uncle Chiron a.k.a. Pops.” 
  • Chiron put Marshall down so he could shake Percy’s hand, Annabeth and Marshall both watching the exchange intently 
  • “It’s nice to finally meet you, sir. I’ve heard a lot of great things. Plus, Marshall doesn’t make you say a password to get in, so you really must be great.” 
  • Chiron laughed heartily, “Annabeth always made me say a password to get back into my own house, so I’m glad to see it’s a hereditary trait. And it’s great to meet you as well.“
  • they sat down to dinner and as nervous as Annabeth was before was how annoyed she was now 
  • the two were getting along so well, talking about anything and everything, that Annabeth could barely get a word in edgewise 
  • after almost two hours they started winding down and Annabeth put Marshall to bed and Percy announced he should get to bed himself, as he had 5 school visits the next day 
  • Chiron helped with the dishes as Annabeth tried to avoid jumping straight into his opinions of Percy but Chiron, ever in tune with her emotions, took he leap for her 
  • “He seems like a good man, and Marshall adores him.” 
  • “He is a very good man, and you should see Marshall with Percy’s daughter Jane. You’d think they’ve known each other their whole lives.” 
  • Chiron finished drying the last dish and turned towards Annabeth, “He makes you happy?” 
  • “Honestly? I can’t remember the last time someone made me this happy.” 
  • Chiron placed his hand on Annabeth’s cheek, smiling at her as if he was trying to memorize all of her features, “Then, my dear, that is all that truly matters.” 
  • she goes to bed feeling the most complete she had since the first time she held Marshall 

anonymous asked:

um sorry if this is daft but how do you deal with sexist women? For the first time since getting into feminism I'm living with women who've got a lot of internalised and pretty overt misogyny going on and it's a shock and messing with my anxiety cause I'm not confrontational but I literally got called a sexist for saying I wouldn't invite a guy in if I was alone lol that's minor though they've been slut shamey and relentlessly mock a male housemate for feminine mannerisms I'm so uncomfortable

YIKES. That sounds like a bad situation, anon. I’m so sorry you’re stuck in an environment like that. My parents and some of my relatives are also quite sexist/racist/biphobic/etc. and I know how hard it can be to talk to them about since they often get defensive.

I usually make a gentle joke (since I too hate confrontation) to point out that it’s messed up, but I don’t push too much. If they’re making fun of your housemate in front of him, I might step in though and try to de-escalate while pointing out that it’s not very nice. Sometimes framing things as “sexist” puts shitty people on the defensive because they might not understand what sexism really is; that’s why I try to frame things as mean or not nice so they might be a little more receptive.

It takes time to get people to confront their biases, so I usually just plant the seed and hope that it grows over time. Good luck :/

1/100 days of productivity
01/31/17; 3:10AM

aaah finally my first attempt for 100dop!! i really hope i can make it through a hundred😁😁 sorry for bad quality pic again lol its midnight here😅😅🌃🌌
i cant sleep again and i finally make some notes again omg i feel great😅
its a geography note anyway🌏🌊
oooh its february already tomorrow;; well time flies so fast as always;; 2017 be mine?🙏

anonymous asked:

Hello can l request a Baekhyun hate sex smut like y'all can't stand each other, but fuck like it's your job? Thank you!!!


This is my first request AND my first smut so sorry if it’s bad lol - it was pretty difficult to do and sort of long (???) but it’s nearly 3am so… ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, ANON!!! Im sorry if it’s not exactly what you were looking for - I’ll try hard to improve along the way! :)

‘Oh my god, Baekhyu- OH!’ My head fell back, and I groaned as he chuckled. How I longed to glare at that stupid, smug face that he had and tell him for the thousandth time how much I absolutely loathed him. But there were two issues with that. The first, was that I couldn’t see anything, because the arsehole had blindfolded me against my will (and tied me to the bedposts as well), so I couldn’t see to direct a glare at him. The second, was that Baekhyun, the worst man in the entire world, who had messed with me a million times, who I’d hated since we were small and used to be classmates, who was now a goddamn IDOL with thousands of confused and hormonal teens pining after him, could make me feel so, SO good. I shuddered beneath him as I got closer and closer to reaching my highest point, trying not to love the constant smashing of in and out, in and out that Baekhyun was delivering. I may have hated him, but he was about to make me cu-

'Y/N. Y/N. Y/N… HEY, Y/N!’ My eyes shot open to the sound of someone yelling my name into my ear. It didn’t take me long to narrow my eyes as I realised that the only person stupid enough to risk bursting my eardrums was a Byun Baekhyun. 'Fuck you, Baekhyun, you could’ve deafened me!’ As if he would’ve cared… 'Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that - what was the first bit you said?’ 'I’m not repeating myself, Baekhyun, you know what I said, and you know that I didn’t mean it in that way.’ Baekhyun scoffed and moved away from me, stretching his arms out, 'Of course you didn’t mean it that way, I’d be disgusted if you did. I mean, really Y/N-ah, I wouldn’t touch you with a pole, let alone my pole.’ 'In that case, get out of my house. Why are you even here?’ I grumbled, sitting up in my bed and wrapping myself in my duvet, glaring murderously at him. 'I’ve got the day off.’ 'And?’ 'I have nothing to do today.’ 'And..?’ I felt satisfied as Baekhyun scowled in annoyance; I loved not cooperating with him. I mean, why should I? Everyone knew he hated me as much as I hated him, which was absolute proof that he was just using me for sex. Of course, I was using him the same way.

Baekhyun and I fucked like we were paid to do it. Hell, we’d have been billionaires if we were paid every time we had sex! It was easy. No strings attached. We used each other to get off, to relieve stress or anger, and could go off with other people if we do wished. By this point, I’d slept with plenty of people, but I never denied Baekhyun. It wasn’t my fault that he was the best in the business at what he did. I may have hated him, but even I could admit that he was an excellent shag. The way we slept together would look like love making to anyone else. We fit perfectly together, and moved perfectly, too. But there was no love - not real love, anyway. We’d fake it some times, just to see what it felt like, but it’s hard to do that with someone you hate. I enjoyed playing hard to get - especially since Bakehyun would never leave without doing what he came to do in the first place. So, acting as if I didn’t know what he wanted to do with his day off was very amusing.

'Look, you know exactly why I’m here, Y/N, and I know you want me to fuck you,’ Baekhyun grinned slyly at me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. He wasn’t wrong. After that dream, I was craving sex with him. Of course, he couldn’t know that. 'What do you mean, you know I want you to? What in the world makes you think I want that, especially at such an early hour?!’ His Cheshire Cat grin widened, and my feeling of discomfort heightened. 'I heard you.’ I stared at him blankly. What? What was he saying? 'You wanted me… In fact, you were getting me, by the sounds of it! Boy, you were moaning pretty loud, in between reminding me of your undying hatred for me and your artificial love for me.’ 'Baekhyun, I really have no idea what you’re talking about, please leave before I kick you in the face.’ 'I know I was in your dream, Y/N…’ I stiffened. Oh, please no, please, please no. 'And in your dream I was fucking you, isn’t that right? I bet I was doing a great job, I mean-’ 'Who said you were doing a great job?!’ I snapped, blushing a deep crimson colour. Baekhyun just laughed and pulled the duvet off of me, ignored my shivers and whines of protest as he left just my bottom half covered. 'Don’t worry, Y/N we’ll both warm up in a minute… You’re really going to hate me after today.’ 'Yes, because I don’t hate you enough already, do I- oh…’ I let out a soft moan as I felt his fingers slip into me. I’d been so into telling Baekhyun that I hated him that I hadn’t even registered his hand slithering under my duvet. This had probably been his plan. Now, my back was involuntarily arching as Baekhyun’s fingers worked their magic.

You know, Y/N…’ Baekhyun began as he watched me writhe in response to his merciless fingering, 'I’d usually ask for something in return for doing this for you. However, I’m willing to let this one slide, if you suck me off twice as well next time. Plus, I’ll be picking how I fuck you, today, and you won’t be able to stop me.’ It took a lot of effort for me to take in all his words in my dazed state, but I got them. I swallowed as I tried to gather the energy to shoot him down. But I failed, letting out a weak moan instead as he slipped his fingers out from inside me as I approached my peak. 'That’s what I thought,’ he chuckled darkly, reaching up and forcing his fingers into my mouth. He watched me suck on them for a moment or so before reaching into his pocket. What he pulled out made my heart skip a beat. A blindfold and restraints. Fuck, we’d fucked three days this week already (and that wasn’t just one fuck a day), but I knew already that this would be the best one yet.

Usually, I’d have put up a struggle as Baekhyun tied me up and took away my sense of sight, but the thought of my dream coming true was too much for me to handle. 'Excited, Y/N? You want this, don’t you? Look how wet you are… Beautiful.’ That was one thing I appreciated about Baekhyun; he hated me, but thought I was beautiful. He claimed that he wouldn’t even kiss me if I wasn’t pretty. 'Well, I’m looking forward to you satisfying my needs, if that’s hat you mean by excited. I could get anyone to do it, but since you’re here, you might as well.’ 'You’re lucky I’m so hard, or I’d leave just because you said that.’ 'Ah, I’m such a lucky one.’ 'Very lucky indeed…’ I heard Baekhyun mutter under the sound of his belt being undone. The heat that was already dominating the area between my thighs grew even more intense as I anticipated him.

It was funny. Baekhyun would usually dirty talk and humiliate me before fucking me, and I would shame him back - part of our mutual hatred, you know? But this time, I didn’t even hear him finished taking his clothes off. He was silent. For a moment, I panicked, thinking he might have taken an embarrassing photograph of me in my sleeping attire, aka NAKED, and left me tied to the bed. These thoughts were pushed from my head as Baekhyun’s length suddenly rammed into me.

I let out a loud cry, forgetting I was tied up and trying to grab onto his shoulders. Baekhyun let out a soft laugh and gave me a slap round the face, one that made me hiss in pain.

'Bastard,’ i growled wishing I could soothe my poor stinging cheek. 'I didn’t say you could make any noise. Learn your place,’ was his flippant reply, and my anger soared. However, I kept quiet for now, thinking of what I could do to annoy him, back.

Baekhyun continued his rhythmic thrusts, slamming into me and hitting my spot each time. We’d fucked so many times that he knew exactly where to aim for. Soon, he got bored of my silence, and he spoke up again, 'Say my name. Moan.’ I kept quiet, smirking ever so slightly. 'Y/N, you’re supposed to be doing as I say… Fuck, Y/N moan for me!’ I was basking in his frustrated tone, revelling in the way that his thrusts got deeper and faster in order to try and get a noise out of me. It felt glorious, and I was unashamed to think so. The problem was, that this glorious feeling that Baekhyun was giving to me was making me want to do as he said, making me want to make noise for him. All it took was for him to reach done and start rubbing at my clit while he fucked me for me to break and shout for him.

'Oh, Baekhyun!’ 'That’s it, Y/N, say my name, tell me how good it feels…’ 'N-No! Fuck, no, I- I won’t!’ God, I wanted to tell him, tell the boy I hated that my body, if not my head or heart, loved him to pieces. The longer we argued, the harder Baekhyun’s thrust delivery got, and the weaker I was beneath him. I had been close to cumming for a while, but I had decided to hold it, to make him think he couldn’t make do it as easily as he thought. Now, my arms were limp, and my breathing was uneven, and even Baekhyun had been quiet for a while. He seemed to be stopping himself from cumming, too, to make me feel like I couldn’t make him. This was getting ridiculous.

'Baekhyun…’ 'Y/N…’ 'Baekhyun, you’re making me feel so good, baby…’ 'I know… I mean… Y/N…’ 'Shall we do it together?’ My body was shaking beneath his, and I was sure that I would have a mental breakdown if I didn’t cum soon. I wasn’t about to give in to Baekhyun, but it wouldn’t be giving in if we finished together. Baekhyun’s thrusts slowed slightly as he considered my offer, and I was pretty sure he would deny it. But, suddenly, he was fucking me better than he had ever fucked me before, pounding into me harder, faster, deeper. He tore the blindfold off of my face, and his eyes met mine. They wouldn’t look away. 'Okay. We’ll do it together. When I say so. I’ll count to three.’ And I smiled at him. I’d never smiled at him before. He grinned back. He’d never grinned like that before. 'One…’ 'Baekhyun, hurry up, I can’t hold this in anymore, please!’ 'Two…’ Okay, nearly there, I would be able to cum soon, and I knew I’d cum hard. 'Two and a half-’ 'BAEKHYUN, IF YOU START FUCKING ME OVER NOW, I SWEAR-’ 'ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT… Thre- oh, holy fuck, Y/N!’ Holy fuck was exactly right. As I came, pleasure surged through my body, and the shooting of his load inside of me made it all the more heavenly. Heavenly. Baekhyun and he word heavenly shouldn’t have mixed.

As the two of us caught our breath, Baekhyun continued to look down at me. 'Y/N?’ 'Mm..?’ 'I fucking hate you.’ 'I hate you, too. Don’t come back for a couple of weeks, alright? I don’t want to have to endure your face anymore.’ 'Fuck you.’

Temari's Little Habit....

K,so i kinda imagined Temari having a habit of poking Shikamaru, so he would give in and cuddle with her ….

Temari: *Starts poking Shikamaru’s Face.*

************** 5 minutes later**************

Temari: * Starts poking his body *

Shikamaru: Oi, Temari stop, I’m watching television.

Temari: No.

Temari: *Continues poking him . *

Shikamaru: *Looks at her, then sighs*

Temari: * Pretends not realise how annoyed her boyfriend is.*

Shikamaru: *Sighs, then pulls her head to his chest *

Shikamaru: Happy now? Troublesome woman…..

Temari: *Giggles* Yup.

Lol, Sorry if its bad, its my first time writing this type of thing….