and everyone comes in with him

Pro Wedding Revenge

I’m a photographer, and was working with a super sweet couple. Everything was normal up until the cocktail hour. My partner and I were setting stuff up for the reception, and the groom comes up to us and asks the DJ if he can play a video for his wife. We assume it’s some cute slideshow or something.

Toasts happen, then the video starts to play. Turns out the bride was sleeping with the best man, and the video was from a PI. The whole room went silent. Bride runs out, best man goes to follow her, groom’s father punches best man out.

Everyone else ended up staying and having a great party. Super nice people, I ended up shooting the groom’s second wedding.

I asked him why we went though with it, apparently they had a prenup. At the time of divorce, if adultery could be proven, the offending party owed the other 15k.

can you believe that sana’s dad is a quite busy man, but he always makes sure he doesn’t miss any of his daughter’s basketball matches? and he’s always there in the stands, cheering for her, telling everyone around him “that’s my daughter right here! isn’t she so amazing?” and he’ll tell his colleagues and his friends and family all about her matches, about how “there were just two minutes left, and she scored the winning points!” 

but honestly? he treats all of her matches like victories, not matter if her team won or lost, no matter if she scored or not. he’ll great her with a huge grin when she comes to him at the end of a match and he’ll clap and say “well done, you!” and he’ll wrap an arm around her as they walk to the car, and he’ll tell her that he hopes she had fun today, because that’s what matters the most to him, his daughter enjoying what she does. and he thinks she’s a star, really, with or without shiny medals and trophies, and he’ll always, always be proud of his sana 

i'm glad i married you (m)

part one: marry me.

pairing: taehyung x reader 
word count: 5.8k 
genre: fluff & smut 

prompt: I know you not taking requests but can u pleassseeee write a continuation for the Tae fluff you’ve posted?? 💕😫 only if you want to and got time, if not just ignore please maybe one where they got married and are on honeymoon and you can add smut since you don’t have any Taehyung smut 😉😉 thank you fighting 🎀 

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Summary: When Meg possesses Sam, she lets a couple of his secrets out.

Warnings: Wincest, dirty talk (I guess?)

Word Count: 1800

A/N: I love me some desperate first time Wincest. Enjoy! XOXO

Sam’s still in the bathroom.

It’s become Sam’s habit to stay in the bathroom until he thinks Dean’s fallen asleep. Or to stay out, needing to grab some food or something. Or to just not say anything at all, just disappear from the room and come sneaking in once the lights are off.

Anything to keep from talking about it.

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Songbird-Ch. 5

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU 


Word Count: 2,407


~A/N: I was going to add the smut in this chapter but I decided I would separate it into it’s own, that way people that don’t want to read the NSFW can just skip it! Sorry it’s been soooo long, guys! My life is just hectic so it’s hard for me rn but I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

     "I heard you the first time, Saeyoung,” V spoke softly, his hand gripping the head of his cane as he sat unmoving in the chair.

     “Y’know, a good way to indicate you’ve heard someone is to actually reply. Just a tip,” Saeyoung snapped. “You’re being alarmingly calm about this, considering the shit storm that’s decided to roll it’s way through us.”

     V sighed, though his vacant gaze was unwavering. “I’m anything but calm. However… acting out in hysterics isn’t going to solve our problem. Talking like adults…deciding our next course of action. That’s what gets things done. Point a finger at me again, Saeyoung, and I’ll pop you in the mouth myself.”

     Though they both knew he would never, but still Saeyoung slumped down in the nearest chair with a sour face. V could barely make it out, but he knew the expression well. It had been the same since he was a child. The corners of his mouth pulled down and his brow pinched together with fury, like it’s the last face he’ll ever make, and V tried to hold back a fond smile.

     “Do you have any inkling on who it might be?” Jumin finally spoke up.

     “If I did, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, now, would I?” Saeyoung huffed, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

     “Sorry to interrupt,” an unexpected voice found its way into the room.

     “Jaehee, what is it?” Jumin straightened up as she closed the door behind her.

     Her face held hesitancy and she cleared her throat before finally speaking.

     “It’s about the latest bootleg shipment. Apparently, it’s gone missing,” she reported.

     “What the fuck do you mean, missing?” Saeyoung sat up from his chair.

     “I don’t know how to make it any more clear…” she made a quick glance at Saeyoung before returning her eyes to V. “The truck never made it to the drop point. No one has seen it or heard from the driver.”

     “This is not good,” Jumin hinted.

     “No shit,” Saeyoung said, the look on his face making it clear that his gears were turning.

     The room was silent as a church, everyones eyes on each other as if thinking the same thoughts. They were in good standing with the neighboring families. Everyone knew their territories and happily stuck to them. Plenty of police force names lined their payroll…so why now?

     “It could be the coppers,” Saeyoung said with a serious face.

     “It could,” said V, “it could be a number of things.” Jumin nodded in agreement. “ First things first. Jaehee, bring me more info on this missing shipment. I don’t care if you have to knock down the drivers’ mothers’ door, I want info. Find Frank, see if he’s heard of any recent booze busts.”

     “Of course,” Jaehee nodded and left the room as quickly as she could.

     “Saeyoung,” V continued, “you know what to do. I have my hands full as it is with this wedding situation.”

     “Oh yeah,” Saeyoung peeked through the blinds onto the courtyard. A crew of men were still setting up tents and tables in preparation. “Is this really the best time for this?”

     “It’s Marcos daughter, of course it’s a good time. When things get rough…that’s when we need celebration. There’s no better time to boost morale. Besides, he’s one of our best, and I seem to remember him saving your ass from a pinch more than a few times,” V smiled.

     Jumin decided to chime in. “Like his first soup job?” Both V and Jumin gave a hearty laugh. “Driving around the whole damned city with the safe in the struggle buggy,” Jumin continued, “before Marco showed up to save your ass. And how much did you end up cracking for, again?”

     “You know damn well how much,” Saeyoung sneered.

     “Then there’s no reason you can’t say it. Go ahead, hot shot. Remind us how much you swiped.”

     Saeyoung’s face turned sour, like the words were bile in his throat. “…Ten dollars,” he finally barked.

     Both of the men roared with laughter for a moment at the memory, so much so that Jumin seemed to wipe a tear from his eye.

     “Okay, okay,” V breathed in deeply when he stood from his chair, “leave the poor kid alone. Come on, let’s get some dinner.”

     He began to trail behind Jumin but paused for a moment, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of Saeyoung and squeezing just once. His body was stiff and serious.

     “I’m trusting in you, Saeyoung. Find that son of a bitch,” V’s voice was almost a whisper, and as quickly as he had faced him he was now turned around, satisfied with his message.

     Saeyoung watched as they left, taking note of the fact that V seemed to be favoring his cane a lot more in the last few days. The weight of what that could mean fixed heavily on his shoulders, but his body remained stiff and strong with his resolve.


     There were joyous smiles all around as the sound of Zen’s singing filled the tent. Suddenly everyone was a hoofer, even the tough burly men could be found rolling up their sleeves and dancing with their gals to the music. It was strange to see the cities most dangerous criminals laughing and jabber-jawing, seemingly carefree. You had to admit, even you couldn’t help but get out there, taking Yoosung for a time as your partner. Now you took a break, fondly overlooking the bride with her done-up chestnut hair, her and her groom with goofy smiles as he spun her around.

     “How about that food,” Jaehee walked up beside you.

     “Look at you, all dolled up!” you smiled as you grabbed at the lace of her dress, “is it because…” you gestured with your eyes to Zen.

     “It’s a wedding,” she huffed but a pink tint spread on her face, “last I heard, you were supposed to dress nice,” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

     You gave her a shy thanks before she thrust a bottle into your hands.

     “Say, do me a favor and bring that bottle to my table? They’re dry but…I wanna sit and listen to the rest of this song,” she mused.

     “Whatever you say, boss.”

     The table was half empty, two women you didn’t recognize and a guy you’d seen before on various jobs. He was portly with a kind face, practically jumping for joy when you placed the bottle on the table.

     “Join us, have a drink!” he shouted and poured you a glass quickly, sliding it in front of you as you sat.

     “I’m Betty,” the blonde girl to your left produced a perfect smile. “Isn’t this party just swanky? I’d love to get a look inside that house,” she sighed, sloshing the liquid in her glass before taking a sip.

     “She means inside the bedroom, particularly,” the brunette piped up. She had quite a bit of rouge on, or perhaps she was just that drunk, you couldn’t quite tell. The waves of her hair pressed neatly against her oval face.

     “Will you quit razzing me, already,” the blonde stuck her tongue out.


     The source of the voice was none other than Saeyoung. He and two other men approached the table in earnest.

     “Boss,” Anthony stood from his seat at once.

     Saeyoung gave him a few enthusiastic taps on the cheek as a greeting.

     “You haven’t come to say hi! Now I see why,” he laughed and winked at the ladies sitting in their seats, their bodies leaning in interest at the exchange.

     Saeyoung snatched the glass from Anthony’s hand, draining the contents into his mouth with one solid gulp. He gave an immediate look of disgust, shaking his head as he placed the cup on the table.

     “How can you drink this foot juice,” he pat the man’s broad back, “come on. I got the good stuff inside. You don’t mind if I steal him away, do you, ladies?”

     “Rhatz! No…go ahead,” they both nodded despite their pouty expressions. They were clearly hoping to be invited.  

     “Excuse me, then,” Anthony remarked before being led off by the men.

     Saeyoung tipped his hat to you before joining the other three in a laugh about something you hadn’t quite heard, their voices trailing as they made their way to the house. Something about the way that went made you feel cold. You’d never seen them interact much before. So, while everyone got lined up, occupied with giving their gifts to the happy couple, you decided to sneak off and see what they were up to. You couldn’t miss and opportunity to hear important information, and if anyone caught you, you’d just say you were looking for the powder room.

     Sure you had seen them go around this exact corner, but the grounds among the house were vast and confusing. You’d been here less than a handful of times, and never were you allowed to just wander around V’s house. The sounds of the music and chatter faded more and more, until you found a door slightly ajar.

     Your chest tightened with adrenaline and you stilled your breathing before peeking in the crack. The first thing you saw was Anthony, bloody faced and curled over on the floor, followed by a low hum of voices. A swift kick landed on his chest, the foot belonging to none other than Saeyoung.

     “It’s just like I said,” Antony hacked between his words, “the c-cop is my neighbor…our…our daughters play together…that’s all,” his hand gripped at his chest and his large frame began to shiver with pain. “I don’t know n-nothin about-“

     Saeyoung cut him off, bending down and grabbing Anthony by the collar.

     “You know what I think? I think you’re a fucking liar. I think you know a lot of things, things you might have told that cop friend of yours. And I just can’t have that,” he puffed a heavy breath of air before bringing his fist down thrice on the side of the mans face. “You fucked with my money.”

     It was a pain like no other creeping inside of you. Watching another person get beat, knowing it could be…should be you, instead. The guilt of it all was too much to handle. This man had a wife…a daughter. Sickness threatened to rise up and spill from your mouth.

     Saeyoung pulled a gun, his fingers readying it with a harsh click. Piss soiled the front of Anthony’s pants, streams of pleading words jumbled together through tears. However, the gun pointed swiftly towards the door. Towards you. All you could manage was a gasp before the trigger was pulled.

     The bullet blast through the door just above your head, raining shards of wood into your hair. After taking a moment to remember how to breathe, you kicked the door open, letting your rage take over.

     “Did you seriously just fucking shoot at me?!” you let out an exasperated scream.

     “Depends,” he stood up, dropping a now passed out Anthony back onto the floor and facing you with a calm expression, “did you seriously just fucking eavesdrop.”

     “Are you out of your fucking mind?” you said shakily.

     “Relax,” he drew the word out in a joking manner, “it’s not like I hit you,” he said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

     “She’s right,” another man spoke up, “what if V heard…we’d be in a shit load of-“

     “Ugh,” Saeyoung groaned, “you guys are too serious. No one heard, the music is too loud and they’re all drunk anyway.”

     He nudged at Anthony with his foot, the body still limp and unmoving.

     “Get him out of here and finish him, he smells like piss,” Saeyoung said.

     The two men each carried an end, hastily removing him from the room. And then it was silent for a moment.

     “Are you gunna keep staring at me or you gunna say what you wanna say?” Saeyoung broke the silence.

     “You have blood on your sleeves,” you quietly pointed out.

     Saeyoung inspected his arms. “So I do,” he rolled them up to conceal the stains before grabbing a towel to wipe his knuckles.

     More silence hung heavy in the room.

     “What if you’re wrong?”

     “About?” Saeyoung replied curtly.

     “Anthony. What if you’re wrong…won’t you feel bad?”

     “Now why would I go and feel something like that?” he smiled quizzically.

     “You can’t possibly be that cruel.”

     “And how do you know what I’m like,” he threw the towel before turning to you. “One mans life means nothing in comparison to what we have built. I’ll do what I have to to keep us alive.”

     “Even if that means killing the innocent?”

     “Doll, none of us are innocent.”

     That may be true, but it didn’t mean someone deserved to die. Laws are in place for a reason. The way they operated was barbaric, but of course you couldn’t say that. Not unless you wanted to end up in the same body bag as Anthony.

     “You’re too trusting. That’s how you end up dead, don’t forget that. Why do you care so much how I feel, anyway?” Saeyoung asked, stepping a bit closer to you.

     “I…I don’t know,” you admitted.

     Why did you care? You had a desperate need to know he had some good in him. Something about his character drew you in. Sometimes, when you were together, you could even forget that you both were on opposing sides.

     “Why are you here?” his voice was bold, his feet carrying him even closer to you.

     “I don’t know,” you said once again.

     His hand brushed the soft skin of your cheek, wiping at the rouge. “Are you stuck on me?”

     His face softened and the corners of his mouth formed a small smile. He held still, waiting for you to say something, anything. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the rapid beating of your heart at his touch. The look on your face must have said it all.

     Ever so slowly he pressed his lips against yours into a surprisingly gentle kiss. When you didn’t pull away, each kiss became rougher, all the built up tension releasing into this single act. He pressed himself against you and you moaned softly, realizing you had wrapped your hands around his neck at some point and pulled him closer.

Jessamine commissioning herself a sharp fancy-looking pin to wear on her hat, or her hair, floral-themed like the hairclip and the buttons on her black jacket or shaped like a swan, for a case of emergency, so she she can pull it out and stab Daud right in his neck when he begins to choke her

I work at one of the only remaining major book retailers but ours is in a TERRIBLE location and I mean terrible. Super high traffic but not very profitable, a ton of tourists who expect the world on a platter, and people are constantly getting arrested, starting fights, doing drugs, u name it in our store. Anyway the company is scrambling so we have been rlly pushing email captures and I’ve been asking everyone if they want digital receipts bc we can do that now. About a month a go this elderly p normal looking guy comes in and buys a book, gives me his email, and I ask him if he wants his receipt that way. The first time he doesn’t hear me, so I say it a second time, and then a third time and explain what I mean. He says YES. So I finish up the transaction email him his receipt and give him his stuff at which point he’s like “is the receipt in the bag??” I explain that I sent him a digital copy like he asked. He then claims he never asked for that, didn’t want it, and doesn’t know what it is and is clearly getting agitated as he demands I print him a receipt so he doesn’t get stopped leaving (even tho we are right next to the door, the security guard is seeing this and he has clearly purchased the item). I explain that he won’t get stopped or set any alarms off and he can still use the receipt to make a return if that’s his concern but the guy just wants a receipt. I offer to print a gift receipt but that’s not good enough and unfortunately I can’t print a regular one so he starts calling me stupid and asks for my manager. She comes over and is immediately on the offensive bc he’s acting like such a dick to me and also what he wants is literally impossible! So he starts yelling at her telling us both we are stupid and disrespectful, gets a little racist w it and VERY sexist and ends up leaving the store while he screams at her to drop dead. All over a receipt. He comes back in all the time and just acts like it never happened.

Tl;dr customer loses his shit at me bc I send a digital receipt when he said it was okay and then tells my manager to drop dead and comes back in and acts like a normal person! Fuck customers truly

BotW Age

So Link grew up in/around Zora’s Domain, right? Like knew everyone well enough that even 100 years later a good number of Zora are like “Oh my god, Link?!” when you come back. I just like to imagine there was some off-screen time where a bunch of them just… kinda mob him. Like sit him down and are all sharing stories from when he was a kid that he doesn’t remember, trying furiously to jog his memory?

I like this idea that while he was able to jog things looking at all of Zelda’s pics, it actually takes a group effort from the Zora to get some of the older stuff back for him. Like just imagine a huge circle of Zora all yelling, “Remember that time Deza told him not to eat that fuckin Octoroc and he just scarfed it?” or “You nearly drowned like five times because you wanted to swim with your friends and forgot to come up for air.” and “When you were five you puked on the king. It was amazing.” also “Sidon used to attack your ankles because you called him an ‘ankle biter’ as a joke and he took it at a challenge.”

And Link is horrified and so fuckin relieved, because he’s starting to remember and the Zora are actually really important to him. Low-key adoptive fish family overly protective of their weird Hylian hero-boy. 

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Ares: Come on, Eros? Pfft, he's what, five foot nothin'? I can take him. Everyone: Hoe don't do it. Ares, going up to Eros in his adorable mode and flicks his forehead: Hey. Eros, fluttering eyes: What? Ares: You suck. Eros:*Eyes turn gold and the doors closed and there's Ares's muffled high screaming for the next ten hours*

love hurts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

So, I really love hugs. HCs about Akira's hugs?

  • Seems like he’s be stiff when hugging but that’s far from the truth (if you’re close to him)
  • Actually very affectionate when it comes to hugs; he doesn’t give them to everyone
  • Is also kind of picky when hugging people, like if you’re randomly asking for a hug in a shopping mall he’s probably going to turn you down but if you ask him for a hug when at LeBlanc, he’s probably going to say yes
  • Absolutely loves to rest his head on you somehow, whether it be on the top of your head or your shoulder, Akira loves to have that support on him
  • He also really loves it if you smell of something nice, like tea or chocolate, or perfume
  • You both share the duty of initiating hugs, especially after learning each other’s boundaries
  • His arms are usually around your waist during a hug, instead of your chest or neck
  • If you let him, he’d fall asleep in your arms because this boy needs to rest
  • If he falls asleep when hugging you, his arms won’t budge. It’s like they’re made of metal. You can’t really complain though because it’s such a nice feeling to be encircled in his arms.
  • Akira’s hugs are honestly just super nice and warm that it’s hard not to get addicted to them
  • The only thing that tops his hugs are his kisses tbh
  • Give him lots of hugs and let him hug you please this boy needs in (in private though!!)
notable things i said aloud when playing the ARMS global testpunch

“Did min-min just say “I love ramen in chinese”??”


“helix is a squishy boy”

“That volleyball game is shit. I didn’t come here to punch a volleyball. I’m only here to punch a body”

“I like to think everyone is exercising from this game right now…kinda like that Wii sports boxing game….Man, that was my favourite.”



“Is this game silly and dumb? Yes. Is it fucking fun? ALSO YES”

“They should put a character with a sock ARM. That way, they can literally “sock” an opponent”

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string-cheese  asked:

keith is trans

this isn’t even a hc anymore it’s the word of god

  • he’s terrible when it comes to binding. he wears his binder way too much and falls asleep in it about once a week. everyone gets together to try and confiscate it during the nights but when keith finds out about it he gets just a bit too close to stabbing all of them 
  • he explains that he understands how bad it is, but the thought of not having his binder with him at all is terrifying. he does agree to try and fall asleep in it less, though
  • he started hormone replacement therapy about two months before they found the blue lion, so going into space where he wouldn’t have access to testosterone was really scary at first. but as it turns out, pidge is able to help him continue transitioning in space. she is literally a genius and no one knows how she did it but no one questions it since it works out
  • the first person he came out to was his dad, whose first response was literally “yeehaw!” 
  • keith didn’t know what he’d expected from his dad, but when he thought about it, that was really the only response imaginable for him. he was a little nervous at first but two days later his dad said “son, could get the phone?” and keith had never been more willing to pick up the phone before. he was 9 years old
  • the next time he came out to someone, it was to some of the friends he made before going to the garrison. he’d expected them to react just as his dad had, but it didn’t go so well. that was when he started to have attitude problems.
  • coming out at the garrison didn’t go as well as he wanted it to either, but he managed to get the word out that his name was keith. after a while, the instructors got used to calling him keith as well. none of this helped his attitude problem, though
  • there is a myth that the green paladin of voltron will electrocute anyone who misgenders him. this is not a myth. she will do it and she will not hesitate
  • the other paladins stick up for him too. if someone misgenders keith, hunk will burn their food. shiro will give them the death glare. lance purposefully annoys the hell out of them until they take it back. 
  • anyways keith starts to feel really supported and having friends is actually really cool? one night, while he’s giving his knife a bath (washing it) he smiles to himself because he really loves them and he could never have imagined having such supportive friends before
  • also red is extremely defensive of him. as we all know, you do not fuck with keith unless you want her to actually tear you apart for offending her son
Justlex Headcanon

Originally posted by foleyxstandall

  • Justin and Alex are high and pretty drunk at some party
  • And they both end up in some empty bed room and kiss
  • But they don’t hook up they drunkenly fall asleep in eachother’s arms
  • After that they both become kinda loving towards each other and everyone can see it
  • Justin’s arm will be slung over Alex’s chair as if it’s a normal occasion
  • Alex will casually play with Justin’s hands, tracing patterns on them and twiddling with his fingers
  • Justin is in love with Alex’s hair and is always just softly running his hands through it
  • Alex will 100% turn into a cat in Justin’s lap when he plays with his hair
  • Finally Justin admits his feelings to Alex and just kisses him in the middle of the hall
  • Like full out making out with him in front of everyone
  • That’s the closest either of them actually comes to coming out
  • Everyone just accepts they’re dating
  • They never actually asked each other out though Justin just referred to Alex as his boyfriend
  • Alex smiled softly and kissed his cheek
Hot (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

A/n: So this heavily based off a really old song that I was obsessed with in 8th grade. I hope you enjoy this little fun one ;)

Requested: No

Word count: 462

Warnings: Possessive!Reader , like a few cuss words

Song: “Hot” Avril Lavigne

Summary: She watches a girl flirt with her boyfriend. She shows everyone who he belongs too. (Like come on lowkey gunna be great)

Originally posted by ithereckless

Her smile was wide as she walked down the hallways with her best friend Jess. They had been talking about how amazing their boyfriends were. But Jess stopped in mid walk. Causing her to do the same and follow her gaze. Her eyes narrowed at the sight. A girl, a girl she knew quite well, Jenny was flirting with her boyfriend. A rage of possessiveness took over her stomach. She heard Jess laugh.

“You really are obsessed with him.” Jess said with a wide grin.

“Shut up.” She jokingly said. Jess gave her a little nudge.

She nodded and began walking towards the two. Her steps were purposeful, causing heads to turn her way. Zach did a double take when he saw her. Anger radiated off of her and he had a shy smile on his face.

“Excuse me?” She said as politely as she could. She saw Jenny’s confidence flatter and her body shook with fear.

“Can I borrow Zach for a second, you know, my boyfriend.” She said as she flashed a friendly smiled that also screamed for her to back the fuck off. Jenny nodded before stepping away a little.

She took a step, bringing her hand up to Zach’s head and pulled him down for a kiss. Jenny squeaked, making her smile a little.

Zach got lost in the kiss, his hands gripping her waist and pulled her closer. Kissing her harder. She never knew the trance she had Zach in. After a few minutes of completely making out in front of everyone they pulled away. Zach’s cheeks grew a soft pink when he realized everyone was staring in shock.

She turned to Jenny with a wide grin on her face, “Oh and by the way, stay the fuck away from him okay hun?” She said. Jenny nodded before running off.

“Wow,” She heard whispered. She looked at Zach with wild eyes. She giggled a little at her actions.

“Too much?” She asks, Zach shakes his head.

“You should act like more often, it was fucking hot.” Zach breathed, making her grin once again.

She smiled timidly before taking his hand and walking to their next class. She couldn’t help but get that way sometimes. She was hopelessly in love with the man that is Zachary Dempsey. They were meant to be and she didn’t want anyone ruining her fairytale.

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after either subtly/not so subtly flirting with their crush for various amounts of time- the us and sf skelebois finally ask out their extremely oblivious crush!! only to find out that (after their crush admits/confesses to liking them back and apologizes for not getting the hint) their crush hasnt been asked out on a date before- or ever, really. how do they react? and i hope this made sense lma o-

“Their crush hasn’t been asked out on a date before - or ever, really” do you mean me?

Seriously though, I’ve never been on a date xD Perhaps I am uniquely qualified for this…

    ~ Underswap
Sans (Blue/Blueberry)

Blue is already pretty oblivious when it comes to the affections of others. Though that’s mainly because he has a belief that everyone loves him as much as he loves them! You were different, though. He loved you in a different way from his brother and friends. After consulting his dating manual, he got to work!

But nothing worked. No matter how hard he tried, you always just joked around with him or laughed. It was never in a mean way, he could tell, but it was sorta upsetting. After a whole two weeks, he sat you down to share a private lunch of tacos with him.


“Aw. I like you, too, Sans.”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT,” he managed, face flushing bright blue. “I WANT YOU TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME.”

As you flushed nearly brighter than him and managed a small nod through your embarrassed mumbling, he lit up! He jumped from his spot and gave you the best bear hug you’d ever received, lifting you clear off the ground. Once you both calmed down some, Blue started telling you of all his efforts. He froze when you apologized, explaining why you probably hadn’t noticed.


“Never been on a date. Never been asked to go on a date.”


You’ll be going on dates whenever the two of you are free. He’s calling everything a date, including the times you hang out with him and Stretch.

Papyrus (Stretch)

Stretch is a flirty guy by nature. He was shooting flirty jokes your way long before he realized that he wanted to date you. After he realized the connection, he started laying the jokes on thicker. He made a habit of ‘finding’ something you’d like and giving the multitude of objects to you. Eventually, he seemed to realize that it wasn’t working. You were both relaxing at one of his part-time jobs when he decided to go for broke.

“knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”


“Honeydew who?”

“honeydew ya know how much i like ya?”

When you laughed and responded with the fact that he was your closest friend, he deflated. Plan A; failed. Time for Plan B. He reached inside his hoodie and produced the small bouquet he had picked for you before heading to work.

“ya know, i’d wilt without ya, honey,” he purred, handing you the flowers.

You thanked him for the gift, complimenting him on the pun, but giving no indication to whether you saw it romantically. Sighing softly, he got onto the last plan.

“hey, honey, i think i’ve got a stomach ache. mind checking for me?”

You raised an eyebrow but raised his sweatshirt as he suggested. His face was colored a bright orange as you carefully extricated the hypo-allergenic kitten from his pelvis and cooed at the cute little thing wearing a cute little bow similar to Blue’s.

“i think we’d make the purrfect pair, honey. wanna go on a date?”

Thankfully, you finally got the idea. He breathed a sigh of relief as you finally agreed to go on a date with him. Breathless laughter escaped him as you blushed harder and harder. As he continued to joke about your obliviousness, you stuttered out the excuse that no one had ever asked you out before. He stared blankly before leaning forward and putting his jaw in his hands.

“then i’ll be your first and last, honey.” He wasn’t planning on letting you go.

     ~ Swapfell
Sans (Black)

Subtlety isn’t in Black’s vocabulary. It’s amazing that you haven’t realized he’s trying to ask you out since literally everyone else knows. Muffet makes fun on him for it whenever he picks Rus up from the bar. Even the guardsmen needle him about it. And gosh darn it, he’s had enough! He’s been ‘hinting’ at it for a whole two days!

“DATE ME.” Yeah, he’s not that subtle. If you ask why he’s joking about something like that, he’ll screech and demand it again. When you finally agree to go out on a date, he’s scolding you.

“NO ONE I CONSIDER WORTHY OF MY AFFECTIONS SHOULD BE SO OBLIVIOUS. WE WILL HAVE TO WORK ON THAT.” As he hears the reason why, he goes silent for a minute. “REPEAT THAT.” You do. “WHY?!”

“Why what?”


As you turn to a blushing mess, he decides its time to show the world how great you really are. someone please make him relax a little

Papyrus (Rus)

Rus doesn’t really believe himself good enough for you. The only reason he ever finds the ability to flirt with you is because he’s afraid that someone else with snatch you up. Whenever he’s not around to protect you, who knows how many suitors are attempting to romance his deity? So, despite his fear of rejection, he manages a few flirts here and there.

After a month of trying to get a read of you, Rus sort of gives up. He figures that you must have a partner of some sort, otherwise you would have returned his affections by now. So, despite his reservations, he decides it’s only right that you know of his love and adoration for you. He sits you down one night and tells you outright that he loves you. While you seemed confused, he continued on to apologize since you likely already had a significant other.

He got confused in return when you asked about his apparent affections. As he explained his flirting, you quietly mentioned that no, you weren’t dating anyone and no, you had no idea that he’d been flirting. You did however, feel the same.

“b-but, how did you not notice…?”

“No one’s ever asked me to go on a date before?” you quietly admitted, blush spreading across your cheeks.

“oh… wait, what?”

Rus would have pampered you regardless, but now he wants to make sure that you know how special you are. Expect small gifts to appear randomly at your doorstep. How does he leave them without you noticing, though?

anonymous asked:

people talking here about yousana having kids before elias turns 30, this is so canon bc we know mr. "i love kids" acar and sana would be expecting first kid right after their wedding and everyone'd be rooting for them, especially the whole balloon squad would be proud future uncles™ and yousef would be the most caring future dad ever, sana would have 5 star service + can we imagine how iconique would be yousef's reaction when sana tells him the news? that boy will have christmas coming early


anonymous asked:

One of the Imperial Problem Child-verse posts brought up Luke's name and face becoming well known, which brought up the thought "What do the people who knew Luke as a child think about him being the Imperial Prince (sort of)?" And then I realized there's no way the space paparazzi are going to ignore Tatooine in their quest to find out everything possible about Luke Skywalker. (1)

Somebody has the news on in Tosche Station most of the time, but nobody actually pays attention to it. Until one day when Windy spits his drink out all over Laze (who shoves him away in disgust) and yells for everyone to come look.

“That’s Luke!” he shouts, punching Deak in the shoulder, “I told you he didn’t die in the fire, I told you!”

“Alright, alright, you did. Not all of us go sifting through criminal rumor mills. Now shut up I can’t hear it!” Deak grumbles and turns up the volume.

It’s a “spot the celebrity” piece, showing grainy holos of Luke in strange places – a roof on Ryloth, an open market somewhere in the Mid Rim, halfway over a pile of logs in a forest somewhere. Camie laughs until she snorts at Luke’s baffled expression in the last one, proclaiming “Yep, that’s our Wormie!”

But then they start actually listening to the broadcast. They don’t understand this talk of estranged fathers and intergalactic politics. But when the newscaster refers to Luke as “the Imperial Prince”, Fixer drops a wrench on his own foot, Camie has to sit down, and Deak just plain faints dead away.

  • Bonnie: If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings. *places her hand on Elena's* You feel... love!
  • Elena: Yes, I suppose, yes. I feel general, unselfish love for just about everyone -
  • Bonnie: No! Romantic, sexual love!
  • Elena: No, no I don't-
  • Bonnie: For him! *points at Stefan*
  • Elena: No!
  • Caroline: BwuaAHAHAHAHAHA! She just told everyone your deepest, darkest secret!
  • Elena: Come now, I think you're overreacting a little bit!
  • Caroline: You must be so embarrassed! Ahaha, AHAHAHAHA! Do me! Do me, do me!
  • Bonnie: I never felt so much humor!
  • Caroline & Bonnie: *pointing at Elena* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I was thinking about my wolf/gang Au and realized, the power that comes with having something as strong as The Shadow by his side totally gives Taehyung like the biggest boner ever.  Like Taehyung isn’t a leader in any of the gangs he’s done business with, nor does he want to be, but he totally has the respect the leaders have because everyone underground knows just how dangerous he is. 

Just looking at him, dressed in his Gucci silk suits, as he stands with his head held high, demanding respect, as this giant black creature of death circles his legs slowly is enough to have anyone gulping in fear. Taehyung shudders in pleasure when people take a step back to avoid the wolf that growls at them as they get too close to his human.

Yoongi makes fun of him for it later when he’s in his human side.

“You got aroused when I almost bit that guy’s arm off, I could smell it.”

Taehyung, always so shameless, just shrugs.

“I like when people are scared of us.”