even though he can be obnoxious

anonymous asked:

What type of girl do yall think the boys are into? (like personality wise and look-wise?)

Yong: Keeping asks gender neutral at all times.


If they’re not interested or willing to learn about volleyball, that’s definitely a damper on the potential of a relationship. He’s gotten dumped over it but seriously, if you can’t love and support your partner through the thing that they love the most, can you even be lovers? In terms of appearance though, he just isn’t that bothered.


Someone who has a sense of humour is so important to him. If they can’t take a joke, then they obviously won’t be able to take him. Out of all the guys, he’s most likely to accept someone who doesn’t fit the exact mould of the Japanese ideal; anyone with piercings, dyed hair or small tattoos are still on his radar. Though, he is turned off by people who are far too loud and obnoxious. 


Someone who’s calm and grounded and can give him somewhere to lean on would be nice, since he’s always shouldering everything by himself.


He doesn’t have a type. Someone who’s average in all areas is fine, as long as they’re a genuinely good person. He loves people who are always motivated to succeed in whatever they set their minds on; those who are fixated on their goals and never lose sight of them. Iwaizumi will always find love for the people who can inspire others.


“I’m not picky” he says as he really likes long legs and soft pretty hair and things that take too long to list. Maybe his standards are high from watching too much anime or something? He likes cutesy girls and guys that like hand holding and all the fluffy stuff. His ideal person is too perfect; it’ll be hard for him to find someone that fits his ungodly standards.


He’s not particularly picky, at least he says he is. His ‘specifications’ if you could call it that, would be “someone cute and shorter than me.” Personality wise, someone who’s bright and peppy is nice, eager to go to lots of places with him is someone he’d really like.


If you’re not an animal lover, you’ve gotta go. Kindaichi absolutely loves animals. If you don’t respect the fact that he definitely wants a dog in the future (and that you wouldn’t actually consider staying with him in the future) then he’s not gonna be into them. Terms of appearance? He doesn’t really care, he’s just glad that someone actually wants to date him.


Someone who’s just as laid back as he is would be great, but not someone who’s as lazy as him is necessary to get him on his feet. He likes guys/girls with plump cheeks so he can hold them in his hands; he doesn’t know why, but it’s oddly comforting. “And yeah, someone who’s warm is good too,” even if that doesn’t count towards personality or appearance.

I guess relationships are defined by thermodynamic equilibrium.


He just really wants someone who can put up with him, since he does know he’s a difficult person. They’d most likely be someone who’s thick skinned and can take him when he’s at his worst. While he does want someone who looks pretty cute and refined, he’s very conscious of how his own appearance will affect them as well.

The Accents of the Seven and Reyna and Nico and Calypso

Percy: He lives in Manhattan, for fucks sake. His accent is loud and very thick, but you wouldn’t expect it because he’s mostly quiet since the Stoll bothers started to make fun of it. Tartarus made him even quieter, to the point where it’s barely a whisper. Now, he barely has an accent

Annabeth: After living in Virginia for some time, and I know what the accent is like after being there myself, it’s a dignified, subtle southern accent. She tries to hide it when talking, but getting very emotional or sleepy brings it out heavily. Like Percy, Tartarus has basically wiped it away as if it weren’t there to begin with

Jason: Living in California for 16 years doesn’t go away, I also know that because I’ve lived there myself for 15. It’s a cool, sorta laid back accent. But after being with the Legion for nearly literally his whole life, he has it clipped and you could barely hear it when he was praetor. Now, the fucker could be a surfer kid for all you know

Piper: An Oklahoman accent is a little tricky to spot. It’s not as twangy as a Texan accent nor as drawling as a Virginian accent, but somewhere right in between. It kinda reminds you about summer days and warm nights even when it’s below 0

Frank: He’s Canadian, so unless he’s flustered, you don’t hear the stereotypical accent that most Americans poke fun at. You do hear it on occasion in his Z’s and long O’s

Hazel: She lived in New Orleans, Louisiana for quite some time. That accent can never go away. A friend of mine told me that it’s called Sweet Southern. Because when you hear it, it sounds like honey being dripped into your ears. Supposedly

Leo: Even though he’s lived in Texas most of his life, I like to think he has a bit of a Spanish accent underlying the Texan twang he has. It’s not obnoxious, but you do kinda expect some Spanish guitar to come in out of nowhere when he gets worked up over an invention

Calypso: She is as Greek as you can get. The arm/hand gestures when she gets passionate in her conversation, the thick Grecian accent in every syllable that has Leo hanging onto every time she talks. It’s not going away, even after 3,000 years

Reyna: Since she’s from Portugal, she has a thick Portuguese accent in her English. And since we all know how terrifying it is to hear Spanish being yelled at you, just imagine hearing Portuguese being calmly spoken to you with rage simmering underneath

Nico: He was raised in Italy for a while in his youth before the Lotus Hotel and Casino. Don’t even try to get me to think that he doesn’t do the hand thing when he gets frustrated by Will when Nico needs to have a physical done

Request: My Whole World

Request: Can you write one where the reader is being really petty towards dean for something he did and he gets fed up in a cute and fluffy way please.

Request: Could you write one where the reader is taking a nap and she’s pregnant and wakes up to dean talking to her stomach and it’s just all fluffy and cute

Word Count: 1,673

Thank you! I hope it’s what you were hoping for. Lots of love<3

“So anyway,” You continue, dipping the spoon back into the ice-cream carton and digging out another generous mouthful, “I get into the kitchen and he’s sat there, just munching on the last cookie. I’m not even kidding. I’d been craving them for weeks and I’d finally managed to convince his protective, overbearing ass to take me out to pick up the ingredients and he eats the last bloody one.”

Sam eyes the carton, balanced precariously atop your growing bump, and smiles a little, “He can be rude sometimes.”

“I know, right? And he acts like it’s nothing, like I haven’t been dragging his spawn around inside me for… what, seven and a half months?” You sigh dramatically, “All I wanted was a cookie and now all I have is…”

“Ice-cream?” Sam quirks an eyebrow with an amused smile, but you just shoot him a sardonic glare.

“It isn’t what I want. And you and Dean are so close, this might as well be your spawn too, so watch what you’re saying.” You manage to get the spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth just in time to point the spoon at him accusatorially, but he only laughs at you – it’s been like this for nearly three days now, considering that you’re not exactly on speaking terms with Dean unless it involves backrubs or food.

“I’m sure he feels awful.” Sam attempts, picking up another plate and setting it in the warm, soapy water of the sink – baby-proofing efforts are fully underway in the bunker, which, according to Sam, means turning the place into a clean, half-decent child-rearing environment. The brothers are so concerned with making it completely perfect and safe that you’ve barely had anything to do with it, which you’re perfectly fine with at this point.

“No, he doesn’t. He feels bad that I’m grumpy with him. But he enjoyed that cookie, and I know it.” You narrow your eyes, “They were damn good cookies.”

Sam turns to you after a moment, “Y/N, can I say something without you… spontaneously bursting into tears or throwing your ice-cream at me?”

“Probably not, but go on.” You nod, scraping out the bottom of the carton and giving him a roguish grin. He offers a small, though hesitant, smile, drying his hands off on the towel draped over the oven door handle.

“I think you’re scared. About Dean, about the baby, about everything.” He watches warily as your eyes narrow, and you sit forward slowly, a protective hand moving over your stomach as if his words could somehow hurt the tiny, helpless infant inside, “And I can’t help but wonder if you’re finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length so that if something does go wrong, he doesn’t blame himself. So he isn’t so hurt by losing one or both of you.”

“Sam-“ You try, but he has a way of reading you that not even Dean has managed to grasp – he really is your best friend, your brother in all but blood – in the least weird way, considering you’ve been with his biological brother for years.

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. All three of you.”

“All four of us.” You correct, and he gives a conceding nod.

“All four of us. We have heaven and hell on our side, Y/N. Trust me on this one, alright?” He moves half a step closer to you, the smile on his face reminding you that he’s as excited as you are for this, and has mulled over every single one of the same possibilities, “We’ve gotten through everything else. This is just another adventure.”

You let the silence hang between you for a few moments, before hauling yourself to your feet and fixing him with a look that lets him know that he’s absolutely right, but that you’re less than impressed about it.

“One of these days, Sam Winchester, you’re going to tell someone a home truth that they really hate and you’re going to get punched.” You tell him, though the smile on your face instantly negates any kind of seriousness in your statement, “And fair warning, I am going to laugh.”

“Fair point.” He smiles, stepping forward to take your shoulders in his hands and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “Go on, Y/N, get some rest. I’m almost done here.”

He can tell how obnoxiously tired you are, and even how hard you’re trying to hide it. It’s been a difficult transition, and one you’re still struggling with, going from reckless, active hunter, to careful, nurturing mother – though it’s one you’re more than willing to make.

“Alright, Sammy. I’m going for a nap.”


Naps have recently – even over the last three or four weeks – have become your primary source of sustenance. Depending on the hours that Winchester junior decides to make your bladder/ribs/kidneys into his or her personal trampoline, you’re not getting as much sleep as night as you perhaps should be, which means that the couch is your new favourite spot – these days, if either brother or anyone else needs to get a hold of you, that’s usually where you can be found.

When you find that the something pulling you from the warmth and comfort of sleep is Dean’s voice, you’re less than surprised – for a man who pretty much makes a living out of being sneaky and stealthy, he doesn’t half know how to make a racket (and then some) when he wants to. What you are more surprised to find is that, from where his voice is, he’s sat on the floor in front of you with his face up close to your shirt – more specifically, to your stomach.

“… And she’s stubborn; don’t ever try to get in her way. I’ve known her forever, and I’ve only actively disagreed with her once or twice. She’s clever, too. Probably too much for her own good. And beautiful – hopefully you’ll look a lot like her, but not too much, because then you’ll be charming the living shit out of everything in a five mile radius from the minute you’re born and none of us will stand a chance.”

He’s speaking in a low, soft tone that is difficult for even you to pick up at this point, but what you do feel is his hand lightly ghosting over your stomach – at first, you thought it was a bit odd, the way he’d like to randomly feel you up, but it eventually became more endearing than anything else.

“Another thing you’ve gotta watch out for with your mom is that she’s funny. Too funny, sometimes, like when we’re in a life or death situation and she comes out with a comment and man, does it piss off whoever – or whatever – we’re hunting and it distracts us all but it just makes the whole thing more bearable. But you’ll never know any of that, anyway, if we get our way. You deserve better, and I’ll be damned if that’s not what you’re going to get. Then again, I’m probably damned anyway.”  

He sighs softly, and after a moment, you feel his nose up against your skin.

“God, kid, I hope I don’t screw you up. I hope you get the childhood I couldn’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if you were scared for one minute of it.” He’s choked up, you realise, your heart skipping a beat and stomach lurching, “Kid, you are so, so loved. Whether your mom is pissed off at me or not; whether you know it or not, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I promise you, you’re not going to forget that. And neither am I.”

There’s a long moment, and he takes a deep breath, obviously trying to collect himself – you’ve heard him speaking to the bump before, of course. He’s played music to it, cranking the volume up in the Impala as soon as he’d read in one of those books that the baby had hearing organs (‘Have to get their tastes refined early, Y/N. I refuse to have a child who can’t appreciate a bit of rock.’) and belting out lyrics even when it was just the two of you – but never like this. Never with that… vulnerability; never with that kind of feeling.

You prise one eye open, watching him for a few moments, “You really just can’t let me be mad at you for more than three and a half minutes, can you?”

His head snaps up and his eyes widen as he realises that you’re awake, and have been the whole time – his eyes are still shining and slightly glazed, but he plays it off by clearing his throat and giving you a small smile.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore? I can’t keep up.” He says softly, searching for your hand, and, once he finds it, he twines his fingers with yours sweetly.

“I was never mad at you. Well… not once the damage had been done.” You concede with a smile, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting position so he can come and sit beside you, one arm around your shoulders and the other hand still laced with yours.

“I’m sorry about the cookie. I’ll go and find more, Sam and I were thinking about-“

“It’s not about the damn cookie, Dean. Not even a little.” You interrupt, pulling your hand from his to hold his palm to your stomach, “I… was being dumb. And stupid. And rude. And it was uncalled for, whether I was being funny and petty over a cookie or not.”

“Is that an apology?” His eyes widen, but a grin spreads over his face as the baby kicks against his hand. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Don’t push your luck. And whether I’m mad or not, you owe me cookies.”

He doesn’t hesitate to nod, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “Anything you want. Everything you want. I don’t care, Y/N. You – both of you – you’re my world now.”

can you even imagine greed going to the palace ling ends up living in though like.. the guy would lose it. he’d be so obnoxious and complacent and trying to desperately play it off like it isn’t impressive bc “well i’ve lived for uh, over 200 yrs, i’ve seen a lot, this is nothing” and trying to slide in little things like “well it’s not the whole world but i GUESS it’ll be fine for awhile… i can stay… for a bit…” all the while just being.. very satisfied. and very proud. of ling. who is now the emperor. of xing

anonymous asked:

Bar fight?

crud, this was the last one in my inbox and it nearly got buried under all the other asks



It’s the kind of sleazy, dingy bar where people start fights for fun–the kind of place McCree liked when he was younger, though not so much anymore–so he’s not surprised when the man who’s been shouting abuse at him and Hanzo for a solid minute gets angry and shoves him. 

“What kinda asshole are you, blowin’ into town dressed like some dumbass cowboy?” the man spits, while McCree situates himself back on his stool and checks to see if he spilled any whiskey on the bar. “Shit, both of you are some kinda weird fuckers–”

Hanzo quietly sets his beer down, gets to his feet, and walks behind McCree to the obnoxious man; before McCree can even say anything, Hanzo hooks his foot behind the man’s ankle, trips him forward, and slams his head against the bar, letting him crumple to the floor afterward. 

“He doesn’t just get to stand there and insult you,” Hanzo says mildly as he sits back down, and McCree’s heart swells with warm, if perhaps extremely misplaced, affection.

anonymous asked:

I'm so sic and tired of the same hp tropes. Have you read anything weird, cross? Not like, crack, but just off the beaten path? Please, I'm suffering here.

Hmm, well I haven’t had time to read all that much fanfic period lately but here are some that felt kind of… unique to me? Not exactly ‘weird’, just really good and not a trope I read all the time. Also included a few FBaWtFT fics so if those aren’t your cup of tea, just skip past the first four. Hope you enjoy :)

The Cigarette Case by AgentMalkere

Apparently even Gellert Grindelwald isn’t immune to a niffler’s sticky paws.

(In which Newt was not expecting to find Percival Graves in a stolen cigarette case.)

Menagerie by prosodiical

Newt comes to New York with only one purpose in mind: find out what happened to the real Percival Graves.

They’ve tried it the hard way; Theseus has been pressing MACUSA for weeks, but they won’t do anything against the word of Graves himself. Newt’s approach is a last-resort, but he’ll do anything to save the man he loves, and so - he opens his case.

Dearly Beloved by prosodiical

or: Five times Percival Graves said he was married, and one time Tina believed him.

When Director Graves starts elaborating on his supposed husband, the entire department is even more certain he doesn’t exist - an author and a dragon tamer, who’s somehow captured a creature that can kill a hundred wizards at a time? And what sort of name is Newt, anyway?

Tina’s one of them - at least, until Newt Scamander, magizoologist, shows up in New York and lets a Niffler loose. And when he realises Graves has been replaced by an imposter, things only get more complicated from there.

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn’t remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn’t remember his past doesn’t mean it can’t come back to haunt him.

This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I don’t even have my O.W.L.s. Between everything I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts’ newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

Charlotte the Great and Powerful by Evandar

Her whole life has been about gaining power through struggle and sacrifice and manipulation of the only thing she has going for her (Charlotte’s a terrible person beneath the pretty face and she knows it).

Charlotte wants to be more than the girl from the cupboard and she’s not above using others to gain power.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort’s Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery

History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle’s heart. Assuming he has one.

Influence of Souls by Nia_River

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Hell To Raise by Tozette

All Harry knew that day was that his Aunt Petunia had begun to scream. When he came from his cupboard to see what was wrong, he found her sitting pale and distraught on the spotless kitchen tiles. She was gibbering as that evening’s three-kilogram chicken dinner did a rather acrobatic tap-dancing lap of the room, squawked loudly, and then fled through the window and out into the back yard.


In which Harry Potter animates the dead. Dumbledore disapproves. Other forces… not so much.

Don’t Fuck With Florists (They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

the girl who lived (again) by dirgewithoutmusic

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of Harry’s Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her.

Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

Rise Above by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton

For once, Harry has taken advantage of his enormous wealth and used it to talk to a solicitor. He finds out a few things— namely, the fact that his participation in the Triwizard Tournament has rendered him an emancipated minor and the last Lord of the Potters. Being the Lord of the Potters means a lot of things, but most importantly, it means Harry can get the hell outta dodge, and his friends can come along, too.

Thus begins the new life of the Golden Trio. They’re in America, they’re in California, they’re in Berkeley. Let the good times roll.

Harry Potter and the Really Round-About Way of Finding a Horcrux by floweringjudas (manipulant)

One should know better than to involve oneself in Weasley Family Skirmishes, even as a messenger. It always ends badly. …Or really well, depending on your perspective.

A Lightning’s Tale by Riddle_Master_101

Harry Potter is abruptly thrown into a different world upon receiving his letter from Hogwarts. Danger stalks him at every turn, light and dark are locked in a constant, eternal battle, and weaving it all together is this substance called magic…

Requested by Anon
John Shelby X Reader Smut. (nonspecific plot).
Warnings: X-Rated. Smut, cursing, fluff.

I’ve never written this type of smut/act, please heed the warning – hope you guys enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated.


“(Y/N)?” John’s voice echoed down the stairs and through the main door that connected the betting room and the rest of the house.

Though everyone lived elsewhere – the house on Watery Lane would always be a headquarters for everyone. Especially since the betting shop still opened daily during racing season.

“Down here, babe!” You called back. The shop wasn’t open yet – and none of the other Shelby’s or Blinders had yet to make an appearance.

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How to Deal with Park Chanyeol

Summary: In which Kyungsoo makes a list of all the different methods he tries to deal with Park Chanyeol.

Note: So, I love exosexo, right. (She’s my literal favorite, one of the reasons I plucked the courage to make this blog) and she uploaded a “How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer” yesterday and I felt inspired to write something based of it. I hope you will all enjoy!

Credit:  exosexo
Video: How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images/videos used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Originally posted by drugnamedexo

1. Ignore him

Kyungsoo closed his eyes tightly shut as his head rests in the crook of his own arm that lay against the table. With each call of his name, his teeth sunk deeper into his lower lip, he had to stop himself with the metallic taste of his own blood flooded into his tongue. It was days like this that he literally considered killing Park Chanyeol.

“I’m going to stop bugging until you respond to me~”

Kyungsoo could practically hear the smirk Chanyeol was wearing from the words he spoke. It was so unbelievable he could just punch him… though he promised Junmyeon he wouldn’t fight, and that’d he’d try with everything in him to just get along with-

“Kyungsoo- ah~”  

“What?” Kyungsoo jumped up, his voice uncontrollably snappy as his fist banged against the table in annoyance. His large, fiery eyes landed on Chanyeol’s smug face as he said, “Hi.”

Then, Chanyeol stood up and left, laughing as he went.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by ignoring him

2. Kill him

If Kyungsoo wanted to murder Chanyeol, he could probably do it. An accidental slip of a knife to the heart while he’s cooking, or incidentally leaning on something that could fall and crush Chanyeol to pieces - no, actually that would never work, his ego was too big for anything to crush it.

Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol in the corner of his eye, observing the way Chanyeol was smirking to a reflection of himself in the mirror as he ran his long fingers through his freshly cut brown hair. In a certain light, he almost looked attractive, that was until Kyungsoo realised he was slowly starting to lose his mind. Chanyeol’s always talking about how handsome he is, maybe Kyungsoo has heard it so many times he’s starting to believe it.

The thought made him want to kill the idiot even more.

Though even though it was idealistic, it wasn’t practical - and spending God knows how many years in prison was not worth it for the sake of Chanyeol.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by killing him.

3. Tell him to “fuck off”

A photo shoot should be easy. Compared to dance routines and performing live, it should maintain a low stress level for any normal idol group. But of course, EXO isn’t a normal idol group, especially when it includes Park Chanyeol.

Every time the idiot insists on opening his stupid mouth, the words that escape are either bigging up himself or stomping someone else down and Kyungsoo is sick of it.

He’d distanced himself from the others, seeking a moment of peace and quiet outside the studio to let himself take a second to breath, that was until Chanyeol’s voice tore his final nerve.

“What are you doing out here, it’s cold -”

“Chanyeol, fuck off!”

Kyungsoo looked back at the other male, who had a big, kicked- puppy expression on his face. The expression passed as soon as it appeared though, and his smirk was soon riding back on his lips.

“Fuck off? Right now? Are you sure, there’s a lot of people around, Soo, I wouldn’t want us to get caught. Nice to know you think of me like that though -  and that you’re into doing it in public, I’ll consider that in mind for future reference.”

Kyungsoo wished he’d have used his last option by killing him.

Because you cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by telling him to fuck off.

4. Kick him

The fourth attempt of dealing with Park Chanyeol is kicking him. Though even that was also proven completely ineffective.

“Didn’t the photo shoot pictures come out great? I knew I looked amazing, Kyungsoo- ah even said he wanted to fu-”

Kyungsoo struck his foot under the table and slammed his foot into Chanyeol’s leg.

“Ah~ you want to play a romantic game of footsie under the table now? You’re so cute~ See, I have an admirer everyone.”

As Kyungsoo seethed in anger, he realised that:

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by kicking him.

5. Ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo thought it would be a good idea to take his frustrations to his trusted friend Baekhyun. The two sat in Baekhyun’s room, the two of them venting about how irrational and annoying their band mate was.

“He said, ‘be grateful I gave you the cup’” Baekhyun ended his story about the time Chanyeol had told him to get himself a nonexistent cup of tea.

“I will kill him for free!” Kyungsoo raged in response, throwing a pillow from the sofa beside him onto the floor, some sadistic thought in his mind imagining it was Chanyeol’s head.

“Worst comes to worse you could break his heart, since you’re apparently so infatuated with him. You know, he talks about you a lot these days.” Baekhyun mentioned, as if he was slowly trying to break something to Kyungsoo.

“Yah! Be thankful he’s not talking about himself for once.” Kyungsoo spat as Baekhyun smirked - somehow it was worse than Chanyeol’s, or maybe it was the words that went with it;

“Maybe he’s starting to like you as much as he likes himself, Soo.”

And that’s how Baekhyun became number 2 on Kyungsoo’s hit list.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

6. Never ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo decided to repeat this fact twice on his list, because seeing the smirks Baekhyun now gives him from across the room painfully reminds him that he needs to get better friends.

You can DEFINATELY not deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

7. Stay with him

It wasn’t until this pivotal moment that Kyungsoo eradicated the idea of killing Chanyeol. It seemed that despite his self-loving exterior, there is a human and emotions in him somewhere, something Kyungsoo found out while it was just the two of them in the dorm when everyone else went out.

“Kyungsoo, I thought you and the others all went out.”

Chanyeol looked startled, like a deer in headlights, and it was the first time that Kyungsoo had seen him in such a tearful state. Kyungsoo never did find out what Chanyeol was upset about, but he did learn that to shit with Chanyeol’s head in the crook of his neck as he seeks support in someone with such a vulnerable state is more satisfying than it should be.

You can start to deal with Park Chanyeol by staying with him.

8. Talk to him

After that day Kyungsoo had found Chanyeol crying, it seemed as though Chanyeol was more of a person than Kyungsoo had ever imagined than a demon from hell who purely existed to torture him on a daily basis.

Even though the other members teased them, befriending Chanyeol seemed much easier than Kyungsoo had ever found it. By talking - even about the most insignificant things at 3am, you find that Chanyeol isn’t always cocky, it’s always obnoxious - in fact, he may even be a little insecure, under the thick layers of false senses of confidence.

“Do you want some help cooking Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol asked from the counter he just sat himself down on.

“No, stay out the way, you’re practically a walking hazard.” Kyungsoo reminded him as he moved the pan onto the hob.

“Alright, I’ll just admire you from afar, then.”

You can deal with Park Chanyeol slightly more by talking to him.

9. Understand him

Kyungsoo found himself lay on his back in Chanyeol’s bed beside him, both of them looking up at the ceiling at they talked. They’d been like this for hours, palm to palm and talking as if there was no limit on time. Talking to Chanyeol means you can understand him, and understanding him leads to so much more.

“Do you think I’m a pain in the ass too?” Chanyeol asked, smiling, as if he already knew the answer Kyungsoo would give him.

“Yes, more than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Oh Kyungsoo-ah, you won’t know pain in the ass until I give it to you.”

Kyungsoo turned his head to see Chanyeol grinning at the ceiling, his cheeks flushing red like a teenager confessing their crush. Chanyeol flicked his head to look at Kyungsoo too.

They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, and it wasn’t until Kyungsoo’s lips were sealed with Chanyeol’s that he realised;

You can deal with Park Chanyeol by understanding him.

10. Love him

Despite knowing smirks and teasing comments, it’s the perfect life dealing with Park Chanyeol. Kyungsoo is happier than ever before as he writes his final stage for dealing with Park Chanyeol, putting his list to a final close.

You can happily deal with Park Chanyeol by loving him.

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner (part 2)

Breakfast Lunch

Yeah, you and Steve have been roommates for two years. And yeah, you consider him your best friend. But you know that Bucky was Steve’s friend first, and now that Bucky has moved in to the third bedroom, it’s about time that you accept being the third wheel.


Steve is out of town so you and Bucky hate fuck.

Part 2

author: sugardaddytony stark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 2385

warnings: AU, vaginal fingering, spanking, excessive cursing

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any angst headcanons? -atypical anon

Let’s talk about their fights…

  • They don’t fight all that often; when it does happen, though, everyone knows. The team knows. Their classmates know. Heck, even the teachers know.
  • They don’t talk. You can physically feel the anger radiating from Yams, who is much more irritable than usual. Tsukki, on the other hand, remains calm and seemingly normal.
  • …but he’s the one who cries when he gets home, all snotty-nosed and obnoxious sobbing. He doesn’t sleep and he hardly eats because the thought of what he could’ve wrong is nearly unbearable.
  • Yams, on the other hand, takes all the pent-up anger out at practice. He improves his serves and his playing but the sight of Tsukki makes him throw up right after because all he wants to do is talk to him but he’s supposed to be angry.
  • The team tries to get them together to make up, but it ends in one of them storming out of the club room, the door being slammed, while the other sits speechless.
  • The fight—whatever it’s about, it usually has more to do with bottled-up stress triggered by some stupid passing comment one of them make—could last for a day or even a week, and it hurts both of them although they never let it show.

- mod ri

A Shoulder to Lean On

This is for @fictionallylost. It ought to have been finished by your birthday and posted as a birthday present, but I’m slow, so I’m a few days late - sorry!

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Blaine installed himself in his window seat with a happy sigh. He was exhausted and his head throbbed painfully, so he wanted nothing more than to sleep until they reached Ohio. He folded his sweatshirt into a makeshift pillow, laid his head against it and drifted off at once.

He woke up to loud voices, and winced.

“No respect for celebrities these days,” a woman whined. “A window seat, that’s all I ask! But no… ‘Wait until everyone is seated, ma’am. Then we’ll see if there’s a window seat left for you.’ Ugh!”

“Rachel, you’re blocking the aisle. Come, let’s sit down in our seats, and you can swap afterwards.”

The second voice was high and clear, and Blaine appreciated the no-nonsense tone. He felt the both of them sit down next to him, and hoped they’d stay quiet now. No such luck.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still doing the microfic thing (I somehow think you've already been overrun by prompts), but if you are: Lance and Keith - bonding?

(Still going, no worries!)

“I need you to teach me how to shoot.”

Lance nearly chokes on his food, and breaks into a set of hacking coughs as he tries to recover. After a moment he finally manages to breathe deeply, and stares at Keith. “Sorry, what was that?”

Keith scowls for a moment, until he realizes Lance isn’t trying to rub it in, or anything. He really is actually surprised by the request. “I need you to teach me how to shoot,” he repeats, a little slower this time. “Better, anyway. I know the basics, but…” he shrugs.

Truth be told, he doesn’t really want to fully admit it out loud to Lance, but after the assault on Zarkon’s ship he’s been painfully aware of exactly where he’s lacking in combat skills. In hand to hand he’s unrivaled by any of them but Shiro, but when it comes to shooting…well, he’d been more than a little disappointed in his aim while covering for Thace. He’d known how to properly hold the Galra blaster, but it had taken three or for shots for every single sentry he’d managed to bring down, and most of the time he’d just hit the walls around them.

He’d never bothered with ranged target practice in past training sessions, really. He’s always had a sword bayard, and close combat suits him and his combat style best anyway. Lance and Hunk have always been there for the range. But that mission made it painfully clear that sometimes Lance or Hunk won’t be around, and sometimes he’s going to have to go outside his own comfort zone to get the job done.

Besides, fighting is one of the few things he’s good at. He’s not tech-savvy like Hunk or Pidge, and he’s not really good with people like Shiro or Lance. He doesn’t want to leave any weaknesses in the one area he considers his major strength.

If it means biting the bullet and asking Lance for help, he’ll do it. He’s not to proud to ask for help where it matters, even if Lance will probably be obnoxious about it.

Lance is regarding him suspiciously now, like this is some sort of trap. “Why are you asking me?” he asks, looking disbelieving and uncertain. “Why not ask Hunk? He uses a cannon. That’s ranged.”

“Hunk’s is more like a machine gun,” Keith says. “Lots of blasts, lots of damage, but not a lot of accuracy. It’s dangerous because it just chews up anything in front of it. I need better precision. That’s your specialty.”

Lance still looks partly suspicious, but Keith can see him preening a little under the attention, too. Keith’s he’s gotten better at noticing the teams’ strengths and weaknesses, and figuring out how to work with them better ever since his temporary stint as leader. Lance always did best with praise, and Keith had been genuinely shocked the first time he realized Lance’s bravado and constant needling had been the result of insecurities rather than genuinely being a self-absorbed ass. He’s tried to work around it a little better since, and there’s mostly no harm in admitting when Lance is genuinely good at something, or even better than him at it.

“Well, I am the team sharpshooter,” Lance drawls after a moment.

“Right,” Keith agrees, since that’s not exactly wrong, and adds quickly, “So. Will you help?”

“Help you what,” Lance asks, with a wide grin, and okay, this time it is definitely to be annoying.

Keith sighs. “Train in sharpshooting,” he repeats, trying to keep the annoyed edge out of his voice.

Lance smirks. “Well, I guess I can,” he agrees. “Since I am the best at it, after all. Even better than Keith.

His expression grows more serious then, though, right before Keith throws up his hands and decides to fight a training gladiator instead because it has to be less obnoxious than this. “But you gotta actually listen to everything I say, okay? Shooting’s dangerous. If we’re gonna make you a better sniper I want you getting the right habits so you don’t get yourself or anyone else killed. I’m not going to teach you anything if you’re gonna use it to just rush in like you do with swords.”

“As long as it’s related to the shooting training, that’s fair,” Keith agrees. He can tell that for all Lance’s fooling around, this is definitely something he takes very seriously, and Keith can respect that.

“Great.” Lance pauses. “Do you even have a firearm to practice with? I’m not sure you could use my bayard.”

“We’ve got a couple captured Galra blasters,” Keith says. “And I think there’s some Altean ranged weaponry in their armory somewhere.”

“Awesome.” Lance shoves the rest of his bowl of food goo to the mice waiting on the table, and grins. “Then let’s get sharpshooting, yeah? As long as we’re aware I’m always going to be the best at it.”

He probably will be, actually; Lance very rarely misses. “You’re throne’s not in danger,” Keith promises, with a roll of his eyes, but also partly to assure Lance that he’s not out to oust Lance from his “thing” on the team. “I’m just learning so I can make decent backup if needed. Clear?”

“As crystal,” Lance agrees.

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clotpolesonly  asked:

Stackson for the ask game?

  • Who worries about how they will look when they’re older: they both do, but Jackson is less subtle about it.  Stiles always smiles fondly and says that he’d love Jackson even if he grew scales and a tail, and even though Jackson always rolls his eyes and shoves at his shoulder lightly, he’s always smiling too. 
  • Who makes the mix tapes/cd’s: Stiles, mostly to annoy Jackson because “a CD, really, Stiles? What century are we in?” (he pretends he doesn’t hoard them and listen to them, but Stiles totally knows, so he always makes more). 
  • Clings to the other during scary movies: Stiles is more noticable with it, though Jackson’s 90% sure most of it is for show so he can practically climb on Jackson (not that he minds). 
  • Gets into the shower with the other randomly: Both of them do it, but Jackson does it more often, usually when Stiles has slept over.  He likes to grab his own body wash and gently wash Stiles. 
  • Flashes the other when they walk by after taking a shower alone: Stiles usually, and he usually does a ridiculous laugh with it that has Jackson laughing even though he tries for exasperation.  When Jackson does it, it’s with this obnoxious wink because he knows he looks good, and it pisses Stiles off almost as much as it turns him on. 
  • Initiates hand holding while the other is driving: Jackson.  He likes to reach over and hold Stiles’ hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles.  Stiles never comments, but Jackson notices the smile on his face every time. 
  • Secretly tries to touch the other in naughty places during public/family events: Stiles is a total asshole for it, smirking at the look on Jackson’s face and the way he squirms.  Jackson definitely gets his revenge, though. 
  • Asks weird questions in the middle of the night: Stiles, until Jackson throws a pillow at him and tells him to shut up and go to sleep.  Sometimes, though, Jackson will ask questions, but not weird ones; in the quietness of the night, when it’s just them, he’ll be brave enough to ask, quietly, “do you still love me” and Stiles’ reply every time is “always.” 
  • Asks “what are you thinking about?”: Jackson, when Stiles goes quiet, but Stiles asks it more often just to get Jackson talking sometimes. 
  • Always has to be touching the other, (if either of them do): usually Stiles; he’s tactile and likes to kiss Jackson and hold his hand and lean on him.  But sometimes, Jackson needs just that, to be touched and held, even if he can’t let himself admit it, and Stiles is always there to give him what he needs. 

Thank you! 

Viktuuri Wedding Headcanons

Welp, like most people on here, it seems, I’m at the very bottom of the very deepest level of Yuri!!! on Ice hell, and loving every second of it. I can’t stop fantasizing about Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding, and I can’t get much else done at the moment, so here, have my headcanons about it, lol:

  • Phichit is Yuuri’s best man, but really he winds up becoming more of a crazy amalgam of the sassy gay wedding planner and overeager maid of honor stereotypes. (He also calls dibs on being in charge of the photography, obviously.) He goes full ham Bridezilla for Yuuri, who himself is totally fine, aside from nerves. No one particularly minds, because Phichit is, rather unsurprisingly, kind of fantastic at all the wedding stuff, but they are all scared shitless of him, whether they admit it or not.

  • Chris is Victor’s best man, and predictably throws what is quite possibly the lewdest bachelor(s- everyone conceded to a joint party because Viktor and Yuuri are just too goddamn inseparable, and Viktor in particular would sooner die than miss any event in which Yuuri might give a repeat performance of his GPF banquet shenanigans) party that anyone in the world has ever attended, or ever will. Yurio tried to get out of it, but wasn’t allowed, and wound up thoroughly traumatized. He got his revenge, though, by getting trashed in the hopes of being able to forget everything that had transpired, and then puking all over Chris’s shoes.

  • Axel, Loop, and Lutz gleefully share the role of flower girl, while Yurio is made the ring bearer, which he is vocally and violently fucking indignant as all hell about, but once again, is not allowed to back out of. Viktor, Yuuri, and Phichit were all very insistent that he had to participate somehow.

  • Georgi sobs uncontrollably throughout the entire ceremony and uses up an entire box of tissues and Yakov’s handkerchief.

  • Leo DJs the reception, and does a fabulous job. Phichit gives him a somewhat lengthy playlist of super corny romance songs that he demands must all be played at some point, but otherwise says he trusts Leo’s judgement, and no one is disappointed.

  • During dinner, Phichit surprises everyone with a video montage of Yuuri and Victor’s lives, featuring as many embarrassing clips and photos as he could get his hands on, naturally. At first, Victor has no idea how he even managed to get most of the ones of him, until the end credits roll, complete with Phichit’s extra-special “thank you”s to Mila, Yakov, and Yurio. His loud, tearful accusations of betrayal faze none of them. Mila points out that it wouldn’t have been fair to only embarrass Yuuri, Yakov claims that this is well-deserved and frankly very merciful payback for all the years of strife Victor has put him through, and Yuri just laughs evilly, sporting the most delighted, shit-eating grin anyone has ever seen. (“Hey, you were the one who said that I had to participate in your dumb wedding. If you don’t like my method of participation, that’s not my problem. Be careful what you wish for next time, stupid old man!”)

  • A small, temporary ice rink has been established at the reception venue, and Yuuri and Victor’s first dance as a couple is actually a pair skate, of course.

  • It’s hard to tell whether he means it as retaliation for the unflattering photos and videos, or whether he’s just being his usual, innocently tactless self, but Viktor casually steps on a hell of a landmine when he cheerfully asks Yurio how he and his “date” (a.k.a. Otabek) are enjoying the party. Otabek winds up having to physically restrain Yuri to keep him from strangling Viktor. (However even with Otabek’s considerable advantage in size and strength, an angry and embarrassed Yuri is a force to be reckoned with, and he does manage to land one good kick before Otabek can pull him away and calm him down.)

  • Though, it’s also possible that Otabek might not have tried quite as hard as he maybe should have to hold Yuri back, because he might possibly have also been feeling a tiny bit embarrassed and spiteful, because Viktor really could be a tad obnoxious sometimes……..and also because he might have been ever so slightly considering maybe, just maybe, trying to find a chance tonight to ask Yuri out for real, and Viktor had definitely not helped boost his confidence at all. (Just how the hell was he supposed to interpret that reaction, exactly?!)

  • After a few awkward minutes and a glass of champagne each to help settle their nerves, though, both he and Yuri calm down and wind up having a great time. Otabek can’t even be bothered to feel rude about agreeing for once when Yuri complains about Viktor, and they basically end up just talking and laughing the whole night.

  • (Though, unbeknownst to them, Viktor, Yuuri, and Phichit are all watching with fond amusement and gossipping about how cute they are, although Yuuri does scold Viktor for teasing them. Viktor and Phichit choose to ignore this, too busy discussing a wager over how long it will take for it to become official.)

  • Mari, Sara, Mila, and Georgi all dive desperately for the bouquet….and wind up fumbling it right into Guang Hong’s lap, who picks it up on reflex and then screeches at what he’s done. Leo, who had been trying to get a shot of the action on his phone, not only drops his phone, but trips right off of his DJ platform and kind of just….lies there. Luckily, Yuuri was one of the only people who seemed to even notice- most people are still focused on the beet-red and stammering Guang Hong, the miffed girls, and the once again sobbing Georgi (and Mickey, who is crying tears of relief that his sister missed. She smacks him upside the head, while Emil just laughs and tries to calm both of them down.) He discreetly snaps him out of it and helps him up, and Leo resolves to send him an additional wedding present later on.

  • Unfortunately, Phichit also not only noticed, but somehow managed to react quickly enough to snap a picture of his spectacularly inelegant tumble and subsequent dazed sprawl- that boy does not miss anything, damn. He proceeds to tease him mercilessly about how he’d obviously “fallen head over heels” for the other boy. Leo only manages to keep the pictures off of social media by threatening to pack up right then and there, and throw a huge wrench in Phichit’s perfect wedding plans. If anyone else notices that he and Guang Hong can’t even look at each other for the rest of the night without blushing, well….at least no one mentions it to Leo.

  • Seung-gil does not understand why he was even invited, or why he accepted said invitation, but it’s clear to him now that it was a stupid idea on both counts. Yuuri tried to hug him again, twice, and Sara keeps trying to catch him and get him to dance with her, and he is rapidly running out of excuses, hiding spots, and dignity. (Having to exchange apologies with a very flustered Minami, after the boy had accidentally kicked him in the face, because he had been hiding under a table was a definite low point in his life thus far. He’d managed to talk his way out of it by claiming he’d lost a contact lens, but still.) He wonders how long he has to stay before it’s considered socially acceptable to leave. (In the end, no one knows when it even happened, but sure enough, by the time the party is winding down, they finally notice that Seung-gil is already gone without a trace.)

  • The next day, pictures and videos from the wedding are already spreading across SNS like wildfire, mostly courtesy of Phichit and the triplets, of course. Almost everyone who was there is online gushing about how sweet and beautiful and perfect it was, and how the reception was the most epic party ever, and how the whole thing was basically just the best fucking wedding that it could ever be humanly possible to have, and the fans are all eating it up and just going absolutely nuts. (JJ and Isabella are positively green with envy, and pretty much triple the amount of lovey-dovey posts on their own accounts, but nobody outside of JJ’s fan club really notices.)
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“My dear,” your aunt says, lifting a hand to adjust her shawl and causing a cloud of her expensive perfume to waft towards you. “Don’t take this the wrong way but we all knew your relationship with that young man of yours would not last.”

“Okay,” you say, unsure how else to reply. “I mean, we haven’t broken up. We’re just going through a thing.”

“He was incredibly good-looking and intelligent,” your aunt continues, ignoring you. “And the two of you just had so very little in common .”

Ouch, you think, torn between taking offence and marvelling at your aunt’s masterful dig at you.

“Too true, aunt,” you say, standing up from your chair and giving her a pat on the shoulder. “But, you know, plenty of fish in the sea and all that.”

Your aunt nods. “Yes, take comfort in that, my child. I, myself have never found that saying to be accurate but maybe you are the exception .”

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Fightstarter Karaoke (DC TV)

Oh, I have an idea for a silly, quick fic! 5K words later… Title from the song by Dropkick Murphys.

Title: Fightstarter Karaoke (AO3)
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5237
Characters: Len, Mick, Lisa
Summary: Mick does not approve of Len’s diet and decides to start up a wager.

Living with Mick is the fucking worst. It’s not actually- even trying to cram two grown men into a shitty one bedroom with a crappy sofa bed and crappier mattress, it’s better than living with Lewis. But staying in the same place as someone he doesn’t have to tread lightly around quickly became a game of ‘Is This Habit A Previously Unknown Pet Peeve of Len’s’. Mick is horrendously good at that game. He leaves wet towels on floors or counters, switches television channels in the middle of a show, puts his dirty projects on the table and hoards trinkets both valuable and not. Which isn’t hypocritical of Len at all because at least Len organizes his stolen hoard and not just shoves them into whatever free space is available.

Len’s aware, of course, that this is a two-way street and Mick doesn’t hesitate to bitch about which of Len’s habits is driving him up the wall this time: talking- making legitimate criticisms! -over shows and movies, putting his booted feet on everything, letting Lisa stay over for days at a time. Her staying Mick never actually minds, it’s Len’s tendency of informing Mick of this by dropping Lisa’s bag on his stomach and kicking him off the least lumpy side of a sofa.

And his eating habits. Nothing gets Mick fuming like seeing what crap Len puts in his mouth. It comes to a head one day when Mick gets back from a grocery run and catches Len squeezing ketchup packets into a bowl of macaroni. Mick glowers at him and says, “You better be done with that by the time I finish putting refrigerated stuff away.”

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Cinderella (Part 2)

Summary: AU. After the tragic passing of reader’s father, reader is left with a cruel stepmother and two miserable step-sisters, who not only don’t care about her, but they use her for their own gain. Will a handsome stranger offer her the freedom she longs for?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,234

Warnings: language, mentions of cruelty, mentions of crime, some harmless sparring

A/N: This is my entry for the @stories-from-stark-tower ‘s AU movie challenge. It’s based off of the 2015 Disney adaptation of Cinderella, only with a bit of my own spin on it. Some things have been changed.

This chapter introduces Steve and Sam! Everyone needs some friendship.

Parts 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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I worked at a popular wing restaurant in a college town and it was surrounded by bars and we stayed open until 3am so when all the bars closed at 2am, we get a ton of business. So I’m working my first “bar close” and have no idea what to expect.

1am rolls around and a couple guys wander in and they come up and order some wings to go and even though i can tell they’ve been drinking, they don’t seem obnoxious. One of them calls me pretty in a polite way, and i just say thank you and tell them they cam have a seat while they wait for their food.

Then, his buddy, who seemed to have gotten 10xs more drunk in a matter of minutes since the moment they walked in, blurts “she’s hot yo.” The guy who said i was pretty just nodded and shoved his friend to the table.

He keeps barking “compliments” at me through our opening to the kitchen (you can see right in from the dining area) and his friend keeps telling him to hush. Then he starts to get lewd with his comments, my managers notices and tells them to quite down or he’ll kick them out (which we can’t do yet because they paid for food and haven’t received it). The more sober of the 2 apologizes while the other rolls his eyes.

My manager leaves to deal with an issue at our bar, and the comments continue. I’m back in the kitchen just trying to ignore him, but i have to go up front. Drunk guy sees me moving and gets up himself and beelines to the kitchen, hands kind of reaching towards me, and for some reason my only reaction is to punch him straight in the gut, mini uppercut, not horribly hard though. He loses his breath, more out of surprise, and he looks at me wide eyed and then all i can do is shrug and give him this look that says “what did you expect, pal?”

Sober guy is behind him and yanks him back to the table. I turn around to see my manager and instantly think “shit, I’m definitely fired,” but i was greeted with a high five and a “don’t ever let anyone fuck with you. Proud of you.”

Sober guy tipped me nicely and apologized over and over for his friend. Felt good knowing i have such a good reaction to being approached forcefully like that.

Commas (Herc x Alex)

AN: It’s short and idk if anyone ships them but me but 

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars

Request: Anonymous- Can we just have mulligan writing some sort of letter or essay and Alex is leaning on his chair reading over his shoulder pointing out every possible flaw until mulligan snaps and does… IDK u decide

Warnings: Swearing 

Word Count: 1,409


Hercules had been sitting at his computer all day working on an essay that he had left until the last possible minute, which was standard procedure because, apparently, he fucking hated himself. The paper was on immigration, a topic he was passionate about. Unfortunately, his roommate was also very, very passionate about it. Unfortunately, his roommate also had a rare day of no classes. It had gotten to the point that Hercules had to send him out for food to get him out of the room and away from him and his fucking essay.

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