I just realized I am wearing 0 make up in this

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen, who is older than you, and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, walking in on the two of you doing it.

“Jens” you planned to say in a warning way but it only came out as a moan when the older man sucked on your neck “Jensen please.” you whined a little and you felt him grin as he bit down on your neck, making you throw your head back to actually give him more access.

“I’m right onto it, sweetheart.” he said with a small growl when you shifted, the fact that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your hips pressed flush to his already, didn’t help at all.

“N-no” it certainly was as weak as it could be with his arms and lips all over you “I don’t mean that Winchester.” you said with a small groan and he sighed heavily.

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Pentagon Reaction to you usually being cute but having a sexy performance on stage

A/N: I'm sorry if this is not good I hope you like and the request are still open srry for the delay also                                                                                  **************************************************************************************

Hui: Tbh he was busy judging your singing to notice your performance       Backstage after your performance: *lecturing you about your singing*

Hui: Hey y/n you did a great job out but during your solo you were a little off key, so I am going to coach from now on.

You: *thinking back to the last time he tried to coach you and the huge fight you got into and stop talking to each other for like a month*                  “you know I think it would be best if I do this myself it could help me grow as a singer” 

You make up some random excuse so you guys don't have to go through that again.

Originally posted by jniho

Jinho: Hein be would be giggling and laughing because he felt awkward, he had never seen this side of you before.

Kino: You’re really enjoying the performance, huh? *weird look*

Jinho: No this is just weird; do you think it’s weird? 

Originally posted by definitelythis

Hongseok: He would just be really confused

“She was doing agyeo like 2 minutes ago,. Does she have a split personality?” 

Originally posted by madtwn

Shinwon: He is actually enjoying the performance and he is happy to see a different side of you. He’s is also happy that you are comfortable with the concept and you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Originally posted by won-an

Yanan: *gif* he is just so cute ahhhhhhhhh!

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One: He would just be questioning everything and he doesn't get how he never saw how sexy you are.

*in his head* “What is happening? What is she wearing? has she always been this sexy and I've never noticed? Am I not a good boyfriend? What is life even?”

Originally posted by neweraidols

Yuto: Honestly he did realize it was you up there until tour solo came on and he recognized your voice.

Originally posted by jjaebs

E’Dawn: Like Hongseok he would be really confused.

E’Dawn: *babbling to himself* “Why is she like this? She was just making me look at cat videos with her. Now I feel like I am watching one of Hyuna subnae’s performances.”

Originally posted by 94dawn

Wooseok: Y/N are you gonna dress like that all the time now. Well, I already intimidate a lot of guys with my height so you could if you want to but I want the old y/n back.

to say the least you would have to spend the next hour explain that this was just a concept and you were really changing.

Originally posted by woozeok

Kino: Dancing along to your performance and actually really enjoying it.

“That's my girl!”

Originally posted by j-1-n-h-0

Hwang Minhyun Mafia AU

warning: violence, drugs, guns, drinking, sexual harassment

  • you were a college student, working part-time at a restaurant downtown to earn some extra money
  • the pay was good, but there weren’t many waitresses so you would often get called in to cover extra shifts
  • the other waitress once explained to you that not many people wanted to work at that restaurant because the owner was involved in some “shady business”
  • you weren’t sure about shady business, but every once in a while, maybe once a month, the boss would clear out the restaurant except for a couple guests with large, heavy briefcases and crisp black suits
  • your boss would instruct you to serve the guests no food, just glasses of extremely expensive bourbon with ice
  • it was suspicious, but you were a college student and you needed money
  • one night, your boss pulled the team together to inform you of such events happening again
  • but for some reason, he warned you that if guns got pulled out, you were to head outside to the alley and escape
  • you traded worried glances with the rest of the serving team, heading to the back where you normally stayed during visits like these
  • “(y/n), you’re hostess for the night.” he called sharply, signalling for you to stay
  • normally you just got the guests their whiskey and left; being hostess meant checking on them and asking them how they were
  • “what? why?”
  • “i’ll pay you double”
  • “fine.”
  • the men arrive, clearly in two different groups
  • one of them is heavily tattooed, obviously carrying weapons on their bulky frames
  • the other group is much more crisp, neat, clean, with no visible tattoos or weapons
  • you ask them what they’d like to drink and a slender man smiles charmingly at you
  • “we’ll take whiskey, my dear”
  • you nod, hurrying back to the kitchen to get the drinks from the bartender, who tries to calm your shaky nerves
  • you bring the whiskeys back out, setting them down on the table in front of each man
  • you’re bending down to set the glass in front of the last tattooed man when the slender one who ordered snapped his fingers
  • “her eyes are up here, not on her ass” he said coolly, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance
  • you did your best to keep your cool and not glare at the guy who had been apparently staring at your ass
  • you checked on them periodically, trying to smile through your teeth
  • every time, the charming man sent you a gentle smile, obviously aware of how nervous you were
  • just as you began to collect the glasses from the table, you heard a gun cock behind you
  • you felt like fainting right there and then when you saw, out of the corner of your eye, one of the burly tattooed men holding up a pistol
  • everything is still, even the air feels still
  • you hear someone shout for you to get down, and you collapse to the floor as gunshots begin and glass shatters loudly
  • you crawl towards the back kitchen as fast as you can, not taking care for the broken glass, all you can think about is the gunshots echoing in your ears
  • one of the burly men fell next to you with a thump, clearly passed out at least, if not dead
  • you screamed in surprise, trying to scramble away from him
  • in the chaos, you spotted another one of the tattooed men striding towards you
  • panicking, you grabbed the gun that the man who had passed out next to you had in his hand, lifting it up
  • the man coming towards you cursed, reaching into his belt, presumably to pull out his own gun
  • hoping to dear god that the magazine had bullets and that the movies were right, you pointed to the ground and squeezed the trigger
  • the backfire of the gun felt like a punch to the chest, knocking the wind out of you, but you managed to hit the guy in the foot?toe? and he collapsed to the ground with a shout
  • “very good” you heard someone chuckle into your ear
  • the charming guy was standing next to you, calmly shooting at the remaining men
  • once all the tattooed guys were down, either passed out or tied up with zipties produced by the manager, you looked down at your hands
  • they were shaking, your hand still tightly gripping the gun you’d taken
  • “hey, love, you’re okay now” the charming man said gently, reaching out to you and gently sliding the gun from your grasp
  • “let’s go sit down”
  • you let him lead you to one of the barstools, the shock of the whole situation hitting you
  • there’s a lot of commotion around you, the other men trying to clean up the broken glass, round up the tattooed men, but you can only focus on the man’s hands, holding your own
  • a small tattoo crept around his wrist from under his sleeve
  • “was that your first time firing a gun?” he asked gently, letting you wear his suit jacket
  • you nodded wordlessly, sipping a glass of water
  • he turned to the owner of the restaurant angrily
  • “i thought you said all your employees were aware?”
  • you didn’t even realize it, but hot tears started falling down your face, making you sniffle and blow your nose into the closest thing, which ended up being the guy’s jacket sleeve
  • whoops
  • “hey love, no need to cry” he said gently, patting you on the shoulder
  • “what just happened?” you whispered, eyes darting all over his sympathetic face “what happened? why am i involved?”
  • “we’re the 101, love,” he said slowly, “i’m minhyun, and you just witnessed what happens when another gang tries to get smart with the 101″
  • because you witnessed what you did, you’re required to at least have affiliation with the 101
  • you quit your job at the restaurant in favor of keeping minhyun’s office tidy and clean
  • he knew how shaken up you were about it, and he’s pretty much the only person in the 101 that you trust
  • he doesn’t really need someone to keep his office clean, but he feels bad that you got dragged into the 101, so he just makes up the job
  • you realize that you’ve started falling for his nice mannerisms and politeness, despite his rough exterior
  • sometimes when you’re cleaning while he’s in his office still, you’ll feel him staring at you intensely
  • you brush it off though
  • one night you were organizing some of his files when he stumbled into his office
  • he’d been gone on a raid outside of the city, and wasn’t supposed to be back until that morning
  • he was super beaten up and bloody, limping slightly
  • you gasp at the sight of him, rushing towards him 
  • “you need to get to a hospital, minhyun!”
  • he grabbed you by the hips, holding you close
  • “(y/n), i almost died tonight” he whispered, breath fanning across your lips
  • you felt your heart almost escape from your chest
  • “it made me realize how much i love you”
  • “m-minhyun, love is a strong word”
  • “i know” he stared at you deeply, eyes flickering from your lips back up to your eyes
  • you leaned in the rest of the way, kissing him deeply
  • your kiss was like the first time you met– violent, rough, passionate, and yet somehow sweet and charming
  • when you parted, lips swollen, he leaned against you, clutching his side
  • “minhyun, really, let’s get you to a hospital”
  • the whole way there, minhyun wouldn’t let go of your hand
  • when he got a quick operation, you had to pry his hand out of yours
  • let me tell you, you’re not escaping the 101 now
  • your relationship would be lazy mornings, random acts of love from minhyun, giving him massages after a particularly difficult night, him buying you a special, expensive pistol so that you can protect yourself, him going crazy when you press kisses into his tattoos, deep, lazy makeout sessions

narrating action scenes is hard for me since i tend to imagine things as though it were a movie with cinematographic shots and stuff, so describing what i see in my minds eye can be challenging and frustrating; i hope it all made sense nevertheless! 

absolxguardian  asked:

If you need me to narrow the prompt down I can, but can I have some canon era trans enjolras content? Most of the ones I can find are in modern aus.


Enjolras realizes he’s trans because he was going through his father’s clothes to try and find something to make him look masculine so he would be more respected. He ends up frequently wearing male clothes and is just accustomed to being recognized as a man. He doesn’t realize that he’s male tho. He just thinks he’s a really good actor.

Finally, someone at a protest realizes he’s female and calls him out on it. He automatically yells “CITIZEN I BELIEVE YOU ARE MISTAKEN, FOR I AM AS MUCH OF A MAN AS YOU ARE A HUMAN!” He only realizes later that what he said was facts. He begins to take away all traditionally feminine clothes from his wardrobe and replaces it with clothes his father doesn’t want. He does keep around a few dresses to keep up the act for his parents.

Courfeyrac and Combeferre are a bit weary when they find out. They are supportive, but they just don’t understand. Their friend group is very different from anyone else and they just don’t understand. Enjolras tries his best to explain but he’s not the best with emotions and it’s hard to say “I feel like a man.”

It’s finally Jehan who is like, “I am not a man, nor a woman, yet you all seem to understand. I know you think it’s because I am a poet, someone who observes the world around them, yet does not participate, but no. I am not a man nor woman, for I am just me. You must understand that our dear friend Enjolras is as man as Adam. He was born as Eve but no, the universe has made a mistake, and now he is correcting it.”

Everything cleared up after that. When it comes to his relationship with Grantaire, it’s complicated. He never denies the man anything, for he truly loves him, but he is unsure if he can provide for what Grantaire is looking for. It’s only when Grantaire wants to die along side him does he realize that physical form is not what Grantaire was looking for. He was looking for Enjolras. In his last moments he prays that in whatever comes after life, his spirit, the whole being of Enjolras, can be alongside Grantaire.

(I love it whenever you come into my ask/interact with my blog, bc it’s amazing. I hope this satisfies your needs :) )

i was your typical tomboy as a child (wearing boy’s clothes, being mostly friends with boys, having what was seen as the time as “boyish” interests like football or video games) and my mother was pretty supportive and let me e.g. wear suits instead of dresses to Important Events and stuff like that

of course there was opposition to it but not enough to make me feel like what i liked and felt comfortable with was intrinsically wrong (which is much more privilege than other girls in my position are afforded)

that only started when i hit puberty. suddenly people were tapping their watches and asking me when i would “grow out” of this childish phase and become interested in Real Woman Things like make-up and… boys lol

i forced myself into femininity and make up (and dating boys!) and it made me absolutely miserable

and in all honesty? when i got into Baby’s First Feminism and saw all this writing about how women only hate the colour pink and femininity and all that because of internalized misogyny and accepting your womanhood means accepting you like these things after all, it made me feel like all those people who scolded me for not growing up like i should have were right. like not being into femininity as a girl is failing to adequately grow into womanhood, on top of betraying your fellow women or whatever

there was never any acknowledgement that, sure, for some (maybe even many) women deriding feminine things is a defense mechanism, but some also are just genuinely tired of having those things forced onto them all the time

what i am saying is: i don’t understand how people don’t see that the idea that “tomboys” need to grow out of this childish phase and the idea that hating femininity is just not being adequately feminist yet are related. how it’s harmful to not take into account the many women who’s antipathy to femininity in themselves is as valid as the many women who did realize that they were posturing.

years later, when i cut my hair off and stopped wearing make up and threw away most of my skirts and dresses, even though i felt happier and more comfortable in my skin than i had in ages, i still felt like i had Failed Feminism somehow. that the years in which i forced myself into femininity were a test and i didn’t pass.

you need to think deeply about the kind of rhetoric you let young impressionable girls see. a lot of it reveals a complete lack of perspective when it comes to what society actually let’s women get away with

A Million Tiny Pieces

Intro: This was requested by anon: Do you mind Spock x Reader?  

Okay okay so I never thought I would like writing Spock x reader but this was way too much fun.  When I got this request I panicked thinking I would never come up with a good idea but once I got one, the words just started flowing and I wrote it basically all in one sitting.  I love this piece so much I read it over and over again instead of writing new fics (sorry @outside-the-government I know your request came before this one but I needed to give this one to the world first - yours is almost done!)

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Word Count: 2410

Triggers: none really, attempt at slipping something into reader’s drink.

Summary: Reader goes to the bar after a long day and some crewman tries to slip something into their drink.  Spock comes to save the day and ends up walking reader back to their quarters.  Fluff ensues. 

Also: I kept picturing the reader in a leather jacket for some reason when I realized that Uhura wears leather jackets in aos so I guess I am not that original lol. 

Also (p.t.2): This is my first Spock fic so please be gentle :)


You had a bad day and just needed something to make you feel better.  So you made your way to the bar and practically crashed onto the bar stool, leaning your forearms heavily on the counter in front of you and laid your head on the cool surface.  

Letting out a deep sigh you closed your eyes and thanked the stars that this day was over.  You pulled the collar of your favourite leather jacket around your neck tightly as you continued to lean against the bar. 

“Long day?” You heard a deep voice ask, but you didn’t know if it was directed at you so you pretended to ignore it.  

Only when the cool exterior of a glass pressed against your elbow did you pick your forehead up off the counter and look up.   A small glass of brown liquid rested in front of you, standing there alone, like a lone soldier.  You turned your head and fixed your tired eyes on the bartender who offered you a weak smile as he picked up a cloth and started cleaning glasses.  

He nodded and gestured with his eyes between you and the person you assumed bought you a drink and you looked over to the stools beside you.  

One stool down sat a rather handsome, if not a little burly, looking crewman in a blue shirt.  He flashed a flirty grin at you and you smiled back.  You really were not in the mood for company, but if he was going to buy you drinks, you weren’t going to stop him.  He slid to the stool beside you and leaned on the counter as you lifted the glass to your lips and downed it in one shot.  Whiskey.  You hated whiskey, you were more of a ‘beer’ type of girl, but you soon felt it taking the edge off your bad mood and you turned to face the crewman.  He gestured to the bartender to fill your glass again before looking at you, his eyes flicking to your bag that had the medical insignia sewn onto it. 

“Medical, huh?  You a nurse or something?” He asked and suddenly you didn’t like him anymore, you hated when people asked if you were a nurse like it was a bad thing to be.  Like they were saying, “You not-a-doctor or something?”

You grimaced and knocked back the newly filled glass, slamming it back down on the counter with a 'tink’.  
“Yep, I’m a nurse, and a damn good one at that.” You replied dryly, but he still looked at you like you were naked and in his bed.  You shifted uncomfortably and crossed your arms over your chest. 

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This is Part Six in “Together”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Jared
Words:  1081

Read “Needy”
Read “Deserving”
Read “Loving”
Read “Vacation”
Read “Try”

A/N: The “Our Girl” series will be back after the first 6 parts of “Together,” (So…after this one) but I’m not taking anymore requests for it.
A/N2: If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know.

Jensen’s Point Of View 

           Jared and I could only hold Y/N’s hands as she remembered what happened the night she got stabbed. It was hard to watch as tears streamed down her cheeks. But it was good that she remembered what happened. Maybe it would help the police find who attacked her.

           “I was walking, just enjoying the beach at night,” she said, starting slowly, “Everything was so beautiful. And I was thinking about how lucky I was to be here with you two. How lucky I am to have both of you in my life. I heard someone coming up behind me. I got spooked and turned around. He was wearing a mask. He told me to give me all the money I had. But I didn’t have anything with me. He kept coming closer to me and I couldn’t make myself run away. And when he realized I really didn’t have anything to give him, he stabbed me.”

           “Hey,” Jared put his hands on her shoulders, trying to ease the shaking, “It’s okay. We got to you. You’re going to be okay.”

           “He just . . . didn’t care. I was just some random girl walking around and he didn’t care. He stabbed me. I could have been anyone. What if he stabbed someone else? What if he does it again? What if he kills someone?”

           “They’re gonna find him,” I said, putting my hand on her back, “They’ll make sure no one else gets hurt.”

           “How do you know?” she asked.

           “I believe they will.”

           “Come on. Let’s get you back to the house. You need to rest,” Jared said, trying to take her mind off of the panic.

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anonymous asked:

"Is that my shirt?" BurrLaf?

When Lafayette heard that Aaron had fallen ill, the first instinct he had was to make hot chocolate for him. 

Alex had made fun of him for it, saying that people don’t drink hot chocolate when they’re sick. He should bring Aaron tea. Or orange juice. But Lafayette just waved the advice aside, not really trusting Alex when it comes to caring for people or making them feel better. Alex isn’t patient enough for things like that.

Besides, Aaron is Lafayette’s boyfriend, he knows what he likes.

Even before they started dating, Lafayette noticed how Aaron would always eat some kind of chocolate at lunch, whether it was a Hershey bar or some other form. And Lafayette had seen the bag of Hershey kisses in the man’s room whenever he went over under the guise of needing to study.

So he’s pretty sure he knows what he’s doing as he walks over to Aaron’s dorm holding a thermos of freshly made hot chocolate. He just hopes Aaron is awake. He hadn’t technically called to make sure it was okay to stop by. But Aaron is always happy to see him.

“Aaron!” Lafayette calls out as he knocks on the door, making sure to keep the hot chocolate steady. “It’s me, I brought you something! A surprise!” He knocks a few more times when no one answers, leaning in the press his ear against the door. “Are you all right in there?” 

He’s considering going to find an RA when he hears movement on the other side, and then he’s leaning back, a smile already on his face before he even sees Aaron standing there looking tired and slightly confused. 

“Gil?” He croaks out, voice hoarse.

Lafayette immediately wants to swoop down and wrap Aaron up in a hug, but he refrains, remembering that Aaron is not always a big fan of affection, and probably especially so when he is feeling under the weather.

“I have brought you something to make you feel better,” Lafayette says, holding out the thermos. “Hot chocolate!”

Aaron actually lets out a soft moan at that, and he reaches out to take it, fingers curling around the thermos. “Thank you. That’s…very thoughtful.” He sounds surprised, as if Lafayette is not always thinking of him.

“Anything for you!” Lafayette exclaims, meaning every word. He slides in beside Aaron and shuts the door, already making his way over to the bed to sit down, figuring Aaron won’t mind. “Alex did not believe me, that you would like it, but I knew.”

“Well, Alexander will take any opportunity to argue,” Aaron mutters, coughing into his hand before taking a sip from the thermos, humming as he does. “This is good.”

Lafayette beams at him. “I am glad you like it. Are you feeling better now?”

Aaron laughs at that, the sound crackly and rough, but it makes Lafayette’s stomach flutter all the same. Aaron has such a nice laugh. “I wish it worked that fast,” Aaron says, taking another sip. “But it’s helping.” His eyes move to Lafayette briefly before flicking away. “You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.”

“Where else would I go?”

Aaron blinks at him a few times, seeming unable to answer, but eventually he just shrugs and smiles into the thermos, eyes still on Lafayette’s. Then he’s moving over to the mattress, sitting down next to him.

And Lafayette takes the time to inspect Aaron, taking in the bags under his eyes and the slowness to his movements that isn’t usually there. He really is feeling sickly. Lafayette wishes he could take it all away. But then Lafayette’s eyes move down to Aaron’s clothing, and he feels his heart leap.

“Is that my shirt?” He asks, smiling, but Aaron chokes on the hot chocolate, spluttering as he turns to Lafayette. “It looks very good on you!”

“I-it’s not, I mean, I…it’s mine!” Aaron says all of this quickly, and Lafayette watches him in confusion. He picks at the shirt which is hanging off him, the sleeves slipping down to cover his hands. “This is mine,” he says firmly, not looking at Lafayette.

Lafayette stares, taking in the familiar navy blue sweater he has worn multiple times. That is definitely his. “It is yours,” Lafayette repeats slowly, wanting to laugh when Aaron nods frantically. “From when, little Burr? Back when you were six feet tall before you shrunk?”

Aaron opens his mouth but then snaps it back shut before ducking his head, realizing his mistake. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I am not,” Lafayette tells him softly, reaching out to run his hand down Aaron’s back. “As I said, it looks very good on you. I think I like you in my clothes. Perhaps you should wear them all the time.”

Aaron’s lips quirk up at that, and he turns his head to look at Lafayette. “I think I might look a little ridiculous if I wore them all the time.”

Lafayette just shrugs, disagreeing completely. But he humors Aaron and lets him drink the hot chocolate in silence, keeping his hand on Aaron’s back and rubbing small circles against the fabric of the sweater. 

Eventually Aaron finishes, and he licks his lips as he puts the thermos down on his desk, and Lafayette is tempted to lean over and kiss him, to taste the chocolate lingering on his tongue, but then Aaron sneezes, and Lafayette just smiles at him, pressing his lips to his forehead instead.

“Do you have any medicine to take?” He asks, frowning when Aaron shakes his head. “I will go buy you some!” He’s not even standing all the way before Aaron is tugging him back down, looking hesitant for some reason.

“I’m just tired,” he assures Lafayette. “I should sleep. Can you…will you stay?”

Lafayette reaches for Aaron’s hand, squeezing it with both of his. “Of course I will stay. You do not even have to ask!”

Aaron rolls his eyes at that, shifting on the mattress so he’s lying down on his back. “Well how would you know I want you to stay if I don’t ask?” he grumbles, but he smiles when Lafayette moves to lay beside him.

“I just assume that you always want me to stay,” Lafayette says, wrapping his arms around Aaron and moving him so he is pressed against Lafayette’s chest. “Because I always want to stay with you.”

“Cheesy,” Aaron murmurs, but the word gets lost in his yawn, and he scoots closer to Lafayette, eyes already fluttering shut. “Why’re you so nice to me?”

“Because I care for you.”

Aaron only hums at that, but Lafayette peers down to see him smiling, so he chuckles and starts to rub at Aaron’s back again. They are quiet for awhile, just listening to each other breathe, but then Aaron shifts to look up at Lafayette. 

“I’m sorry I stole your shirt.”

“Do not apologize. I told you, I like you in it.”

“I just…” Aaron pauses, brows furrowed, but then he continues. “I wasn’t sure if it was weird. We haven’t…we haven’t been dating that long. And I should have asked, or-”

Lafayette shushes him, trailing a finger over his lips. “Stop worrying so much,” he whispers. “You may wear it any time. Keep it. I will take one of your shirts and wear it so we are even. Then you will see how nice it is.”

Aaron snorts, moving one of his hands to squeeze at Lafayette’s biceps. “I doubt you would fit into one of my shirts.”

“I accept that challenge.”

Aaron laughs, but then the noise is cut off by another cough, and Lafayette holds him tightly until it stops. Then Aaron sighs, pressing his face to Lafayette’s shoulder as he curls against him.

“Thank you, Gil,” he murmurs a few minutes later, his breath tickling Lafayette’s collarbone. 

Lafayette is about to tell him he has nothing to thank him for, but Aaron’s breathing is steady and slow, and Lafayette smiles, angling his face to press another kiss to Aaron’s forehead.

And he stays, more than happy to hold Aaron until he wakes. 

anonymous asked:

Ooooh requests are open?? The v3 boys minus Ouma, Kiibo, and Saihara and s/o wearing their favorite item of clothing (like kaito's jacket etc) :3

Ahaha alright (Oh darn it, you took out the easiest for me to right for haha)


  • You take and try on one of Amami’s baggy shirt
  • Amami was sitting on his bed, staring at you while you moved your arms around, seeing the sleeves move everywhere
  • He thought you looked adorable with his shirt
  • ‘Hey S/O, you can keep that shirt, I got so many of them anyway.’
  • Amami didn’t want to take it away from you, you really seemed to enjoy the shirt
  • ‘Aw, thanks Amami!’
  • You then continue to act like a little kid moving your arms around frequently and giggling happily
  • ‘Yeah, you look too cute for me to take it away~’


  • You steal his space jacket while he was sleeping
  • The jacket reached mid-thigh when Kaito wore it, so it almost reached the floor
  • You then smile and cough a little, ‘I am Kaito Momota! Luminary of the stars, I am the ultimate astronaut even though I have never been to space!’
  • You then continue to make a pretty good impression of your boyfriend, not realizing you woke him up in the process
  • Kaito was just staring at you as you pranced around the room
  • ‘You look adorable in my jacket S/O!’ You freeze in your spot and slowly turn to your boyfriend, who is grinning
  • ‘You should wear it more often~’ 


  • You go into his room and take one of his suits
  • IT’S HUGE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • But the jacket reached below your knees
  • The sleeves went further than your fingers, you felt like a little kid
  • You then started to laugh and dance around his room a bit, and then the door opened
  • You turned around slowly to see Gonta standing in the doorway 
  • He was blushing rather heavily ‘Does this mean you belong to Gonta??’ 
  • He was interpreting you wearing his suit as you belong to him, which wasn’t meant in a sexual way, this is Gonta we are talking about here!


  • Since you could never get him to take off his mask, you take his hat
  • He noticed immediately that you stole his hat, and he quickly turned around to see you
  • Korekiyo smiled under his mask, he thought it enhanced your beauty even more, if that was possible
  • You then danced around the room a little bit, but Korekiyo was just taking in your beauty
  • ‘My hat seems to intensify your beauty my dear, it looks amazing on you’
  • He then compliments everything about you, you end up blushing a lot more than usual.


  • Somehow, you were able to sneak behind Hoshi to steal his cute little hat
  • You then quickly sprinted away from the ginger, and into the bathroom
  • You then proceeded to lock the door and put the hat on
  • You giggled and touched the ‘cat’ ears on the top, it looked so cute
  • Hoshi didn’t run after you, he just walked up to the door and knocked, and when you opened the door, he blushed a lil bit
  • He didn’t expect you to look so cute in his hat
  • He then attempted to pull his hat down to cover his face, but since he couldn’t, he just put his hand over his mouth
  • ‘Y-you look cute in that, S/O..’


I woke up at 1am last night to hike the Ijen volcano and admire the blue fire which you can only see here in Indonesia and Island. 

The views were beautiful but I had to wear a special gas mask because I had trouble breathing.

The men working there carry baskets of yellow sulphur weighing 70 to 90kg up a steep rocky path from the crater floor a few times a day. They make 5$ for one basket and it takes them about 3 hours to hike up, get the sulphur and hike down. 

Traveling makes me realize how LUCKY I am. Thank you God and bless these hard-working men.

My name is Anna Nadia Bandura, I’m from Poland and I’m traveling the world alone, just with Taylor Swift’s album 1989. I called this project #1989TravelsTheWorld. This year I’m going to visit 20 countries and spread Taylor’s music around the world. I’m going to the 1989 World Tour in Amsterdam or Germany ( I hope so!).

teosclub  asked:

How about 2nd job members of the Elgang trying to act younger by wearing their 1st job clothes? (The blog is my vitamin...)

LK: “Huh.  I forgot how uncomfortable these clothes were.”

RS: “Why are my gloves so heavyyyyyy-?”

IS: “I feel unprotected in these clothes.  Heeeey, this hairstyle makes me look younger, though!”

EM: “Eh… I definitely look younger.  This isn’t a good thing.”

VP: “I like these clothes.  I miss these clothes.  Angkor, can I wear these clothes again?”

DW: “Still sparkly!  Hah, guess I haven’t changed!”

GA:  “I forgot about these metal shoes.  Hmm… I look younger, but I want my slippers back.”

WS: “Haha, I look like I’m barely two hundred!  Look at these poofy pants!”

NW: “….I don’t look younger.  I just look like I’ve been demoted.”

BM: “Hmm.  I seem to have gained muscle mass.  These clothes don’t fit well anymore.”

RF: “What the fuck was I thinking with these bandages across my chest?”

VC: “This is an old uniform of the Crow Mercenaries, one that brings back memories.”

CEm: “I will never look younger, or older, but this is nice for nostalgia.”

CN: “This skirt is impractical for fighting.  I remember now why I switched outfits.”

CBS: “I have no strong feelings either way.  What does it matter?”

IP: “Oooh, this Freiturner configuration… Yes, I definitely look younger.  Go back to my normal configuration!”

DC: “Huh.  I don’t look too much different.  Go figure.”

TT: “My shoulder armor is gone…  I definitely look younger without it.  Ugh.  I’m childlike enough.”

SD: “Why, why, why did I used to wear so many frills?”

YR: “Huh.  I never realized how much older that dress makes me look.”

AS: “Who cares. Eun, let’s go kill stuff!”

GrM: “Oh, this outfit!  I wore it before I figured out how to properly tailor my own things.  But… it’s a bit tighter in the chest than before?”

BH: “Ha, this was back when I wore skirts!  Silly me. Skirts just get in the way of fire!”

CrA: “Hmm.  It has more coverage.  I can’t bleed as much.  That’s bad.”

LP: “No, shut up, I am not enjoying the floofiness of this coat.”

MM: “I forgot how great it is to have a floofy coat!”

DiE: “Haha, this would make me younger…. it doesn’t protect against time and space.”

Lu: “Uuu…!  Ciel, I demand you return to me my normal clothing at once!”

Ciel: “Hmm.  This chain around my neck weighs on my chest.  Lu, was this how the contract was at the start?”

ATh:  “If Ishmael wills me to look younger, so I shall.”

EE: “Is this the feeling humans call ‘nostalgia’?  I like it!”

AP: “There is no reason for me to participate in this.  I am a different person now.”

anonymous asked:

hi HB!! i was just wondering how you built up the confidence to not wear makeup anymore. i really dont want to and im okay with my face with no makeup when im at home or camping or whatnot but when i go to work i get super self conscious and people tell me how tired and sick i look i guess bc i have super dark circles :c thanks for all your help i hope you're having a great day!!

it was honestly soooo hard for me to quit wearing makeup, like it was such an emotional year and tbh it is still a daily battle! 

I only quit wearing it to work when I started a new job where they’d never seen me with makeup! because then it wasn’t like a surprise that i have a normal face underneath the foundation. if you & the people around you are used to the way you look without makeup, they won’t even notice it! 

The way I made the transition was I just started to wear a little less makeup to my old job and my classes, started to go on occasional days without makeup to gauge the reaction, and then finally transitioned to being fully makeup-free when I started at the bookstore! I took down the face mirror in my room (but kept a full length mirror lol) so that I’ll stop obsessing over my stupid face and looking at it and criticizing it and making comparisons. and strangely, “out of sight, out of mind” is a fact? I try to take fewer selfies. I try to dress in clothes that make me feel COMFORTABLE and also feel like MY REAL SELF, which helps to boost my confidence a lot! The fact that I don’t wear makeup doesn’t mean I don’t care at all about my appearance - I just wanna look like my most genuine and authentic self. i wanna feel in control of my body. tattoos help me with this too. for some people, their most genuine self can be expressed through makeup, which I recognize, but the things I take issue with in makeup obviously aren’t issues of self expression, and that’s a whole different discussion. 

unfortunately there are still tons of environments where women are considered unprofessional if they don’t wear makeup, which is part of what makes makeup so evil. and i recognize that not all women have the privilege/situations to help them step out of it.

(and I still sometimes wear concealer under my eyes, because sometimes I just can’t sleep and i look like a zombie in the morning.)

idk, there are definitely makeup things I still do. I wear lipstick to work, which i honestly think tricks most people into thinking i’m wearing makeup. i fill in my eyebrows (because i’m a natural blond and I dye my hair black, so my eyebrows just look SO blond unless i color them in.) And if we have a Big Event at work I’ll wear mascara and maybe a little highlighter. 

I don’t allow myself to conceal my acne or my scars anymore, because I realized:

1. even when the color is covered up, anyone with eyes could still tell that there is acne and a really uneven skin texture on my face, unless i wore like a literal mask of makeup

2. makeup 100% makes my acne worse and irritates it and causes more breakouts

so whenever i have a big old zit and i am tempted to put concealer on it i just remind myself that this big old zit makes me human, that everyone gets them, that men are NEVER told to cover theirs up (which will eventually make things worse,)  that skin makeup is a vicious cycle where the more I use the more I need. and that the way I allow my skin to heal is by giving it time and air and moisturizer, not by drowning it in chemicals. 

ALSO whenever I feel scared to be my authentic self, I remember what Adrienne Rich said: “When a woman speaks her truth she creates space for other women to speak their truth.” I just wanna create a more positive space for women in this world, and a freedom to be our truest self, and I can’t change the whole world, but I can start with myself!

The real kind of man

Prompt: Mission “Show Jimin hyung I am a real man” completed

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Park Jimin


A/N: This is for the anon who requested it :). I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing it and as you’ll see it started quite light hearted, but in the mean time, some stuff happened and I think it reflects a bit in it. I still tried to keep it happy and fluffy, but honestly, I’m not too sure if I’m too good at writing fluff. I hope the ending it’s not too cheezy. :)

Originally posted by nochuism

Hey you! Yeah, you! Let me get a few things straight before we start this…quest, no, mission. Yeah, mission sounds…cool.

So, first of all, I’m a real man. Like a manly man kind of man, if you get what I mean. But the thing is, you know, not everybody can see that. Don’t get me wrong, most people consider me a Hercules, son of Zeus and yada, yada, yada. But others, and they are few and far far far between, cannot. And that drives me insane. Bananas. Potatoes. Whatever.

To give you an example.

My mother. The Cerberus for my virginity. My Kryptonite.

How would you feel when, randomly walking with your mother to the supermarket, you run into one or two or three of her friends, and she would call you “My little bunny.” “My kiddo over here.” “This little one.”

You get my point. There’s nothing manly in those pet names. NADA!

The thing is, I can look past these names my mother gives me. I can understand it. But when it comes to the next example, I cannot.

Park Jimin.

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anonymous asked:

RFA with a delinquent MC? Can I request that?

(ο´ω`ο)ゝ I don’t see an issue with it! Since MC seems to be an adult, I’m going to make her an adult one? Like 20 or 21? Does that still work for you? If not, message me again and I’ll make another one where’s she like some young punk delinquent! I just won’t have her romantically involved with them tho.


-He never really expected you to be one to steal, especially since you were helping out the RFA and what they stood for

-So when he saw you pull out something from your purse at the store the two of you were just browsing in, in the car, he nearly yelled out at you.

-”D-did you just steal that??”

-You shrugged. “Yeah. It’s over-priced anyway.”

-He just gaped at you for a moment, before just keeping quiet until the two of you got back to his place.

-Now he was just questioning everything you owned. Was it all stolen? Did you just steal from people or from stores?

-”Mc, why would you steal? What if you get caught one day?”

-”I’ve never been caught-”

-”That’s…Not my point.”

-He just didn’t know how to talk about this. You kept acting so casual about it. It certainly turned him off from you, though.

-”Mc….I’m okay with you cussing and drinking, and maybe even smoking, but…Please don’t steal. From anyone. That’s something I can’t really stand.”

-He’d probably stop viewing you as a romantic interest, and just switch his feelings for you into feelings for friendship. I don’t think he’d like a delinquent mc much…


-Her big time realizing it was when she was assigned to help get you ready for the RFA party. 

-You looked like you had never worn a dress that was ‘girly’ in your whole life, and the glare you gave the piece of clothing helped proved her assumption.

-”Jaehee- No. No no. I am not going to wear that.”

-It took so many outfits until they found a simple black dress you agreed to wear, and even though she didn’t know much about make-up, the stuff you arrived in was not suitable as well.

-From that point on, she understood a bit more about your attitude from the chat around Zen and the others. 

-When the two of you went on little coffee dates (were they dates? Friendly dates? God, she didn’t know.) you always snapped at people staring at the two of you.

-You were…Very hot headed, to say the least.

-One night the two of you were walking in town- You were walking her back to her place- when a couple of rough looking guys blocked the way.

-Jaehee was a bit intimidated, but she had ages of Judo lessons behind her.

-She was not prepared when you started chatting them up, however.

-After an awkward few minutes of her nearly squirming and you and the guys talking about some…colorful subjects… You finally waved goodbye and continued your conversation with her.

-”Mc, you know them??”

-”Yeah, they’re pretty okay. You just gotta watch out for the buzz cut one. He has too much fun with the gang’s stash.”

-Stash??? oh lord. You kept proving her first assumptions wrong each day.

-She’d lowkey be constantly worried over you.


-He found out when he called you and mentioned his bike, and the two of you had a long conversation about it.

-He brought up his old highschool gang and when you did too, he panicked.

-”You still keep in touch with them? But they’ve changed, right?”

-”Kinda. The leader stepped down but everyone still respects him. The new guy is kinda annoying but. Whatever.”

-Oh god. What??

-”Mc….Isn’t that dangerous?? You still do these things??”

-You just rolled your eyes. This coming from the used-to-be wild card? Jeez.

-He didn’t know what to think. Every now and then he’d push the idea of you not really talking to your old gang anymore, especially since they were still punks, but you always shot it down saying they were family.

-Would explain how you could hold your liquor well though….

-As long as you didn’t steal or hurt anyone, or do any hard drugs, he’d be slightly okay with it. Just be nervous when you brought it up.


-He never thought much about it. You did dress a bit like a punk, but he pushed the thought away. He never really understood women’s fashion anyway.

-He didn’t realize or ask about it until one day you mentioned you dropped out of high school.

-”What? Do you want to keep going? I can send you to a better school than what you were going to-”

-”Noooo, no no no. I am not going back to school, especially high school. Jeez, Jumin.”

-You went on to lament on how stupid and boring it was anyway. The only good thing was your gang.

-”I’m sorry, your what?”

-Immediate disapproval. Just hands down. “Don’t keep talking to them, they’re just a bad influence.”

-”What, are you my dad now?”

-(He was last night)

-The convo would probably turn into an argument pretty quickly. He’d have to spend a while thinking of if he really wanted to date you or not…


-”Can you steal Elly for me?”


-He found out and was just. Littering you with ridiculous questions. Weirdest thing you stole? Why? Stupidest thing your gang did? Weird things?

-He’d think it was funny until he found out you were still doing these things.

-And that the weirdest thing you stole was…last week??

-”Hey, come on mc, stealing isn’t cool.”

-”It is when it’s all overpriced bullshit. I’m pretty sure I’ve taken a few things from C&R branch stores.”

-Oh my god. Okay, never tell Jumin about this..

-”Yeah, but like…You’ve already stolen my heart. Isn’t that enough?”


-Regardless, he’d slowly try to ease you away from harmful bad habits. Give you spending money, never let you near one of his damn cars, hack into gang member’s phones to make sure they don’t hang out with you too much…. The small things!

-Constantly, constantly, worried.

Here’s some nice punk hcs if you’re interested!

I Can Wear What I Want

Originally posted by daenso

Request:  Hi I loved your producer scenario it was amazing xxx please do a scenario where you and Chanyeol are about to go somewhere and you’re wearing something quite “revealing” so he gets angry and you get angry because he gets angry? Thanks, sorry if this is too long, plus I don’t feel Chan is the type to slut shame…

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Pairing: Kendou x Momo for @bnhararepairweek
Prompt: Day 2 - Bakery
Rating: G
A/N: Kinda sloppy and late, since I wasn’t planning to participate, and changed my mind at ridiculous o’clock last night, but it happened. Took awhile and I ran into some [anticipated] characterization issues but I hope it brings a tiny bit of attention to my underappreciated rarepair.

 "Whew,“ the sound whooshed out from parted lips as she hit the chair seconds after her tea tipped down to rest on the polished wooden table. The cafe/bakery smelled so strongly of coffee she had to wrinkle her nose for a moment, having never really acquired an appreciation for it. Her company wasn’t nearly as discreet or dainty, sitting down with a heart-felt groan.

For a long moment, the two dug into their drinks, relaxing off their feet for the first time in hours and hours. A faint reek of chemicals clouded the air between them – the ungodly amount of hairspray was finally airing out most likely – and Momo stuck her nose deeper into her cup to inhale the soothing aroma of the herbal tea she’d purchased. It wasn’t the best quality, lacking that tang underneath, but at this point she’d drink warm colored water and be grateful for it too.

"That was…” Itsuka paused and Momo’s dark eyes flickered up over the rim questioningly. The other young woman made a face and sighed, “An experience.”

“Oh? I think it was quite instructive.” After all, the school had set up the internship, so there had to be a lesson in their long day, even if it didn’t seem like the usual hero work.

“So you weren’t disappointed?” There was an edge there, testy and cranky, but Momo could tell it wasn’t directed at her. Itsuka dug into her plate of cake, the slice nearly the size of her head and dripping chocolate. Momo tried not to look at her own plate, which held two modest muffins. Since she didn’t use her Quirk at all, it felt gluttonous to indulge in front of this near stranger she had as a companion for the day. She wished she’d been a little less proper and also got a huge slice of cake.

Momo spun the teacup a bit, hesitating, “It was not what I was expecting but I do feel I learned more than I would have in the classroom. That is what internships are for, correct?”

“I guess, but I’m not going to lie, I expected to do… like hero things? Actually, it made me really uncomfortable that we were chosen because of our looks; it kind of makes me feel like a show horse. And I didn’t like being treated like an entourage rather than a student either.”

The slight tinge of bitterness seeped up, hearing it all laid out so bluntly. Usually she was the blunt one, at least in class, but that was black and white assessments of technique and style and Quirks. Itsuka clearly had no qualms about airing her social grievances, even at the risk of her opinion being unpopular. A bit of admiration poked through the bitterness.

“Hmm,” Momo hummed, setting down her tea, still eyeing the cake as a sugared cherry rolled off the top and landed in a puddle of chocolate. Discreetly licking her lips, she turned to eviscerating her muffin, which, for some stupid reason she’d gotten raisin-nut-something. The little chunks spent some time being scooted around her plate rather than being ushered into her mouth. “I… I suppose I agree that the treatment was… uncomfortable now that you mention it. I just assumed… well, I do not know what I assumed.”

Itsuka laughed, an honest, loud sound, “Well, if nothing else we’ll be on tv. My mom is going to ask why I don’t do my hair like that all the time! She constantly rags on my ponytail.”

Momo blushed, biting her bottom lip a bit, secretly agreeing with the opinion the side ponytail did Itsuka no favors. Not that it mattered to a hero! Not at all. But she was awfully pretty, especially her chestnut hair, and she hadn’t seem to notice the shy glances Momo’d been throwing her all day, unable to stop looking at how different she looked with make up and glam.

“Hey, we’re almost like ponytail twins,” Itsuka continued sociably as she tucked further into her cake and took a long gulp of her cooled Americano. “And class rep twins too, huh?”

“I am just vice.”

“It’s the same gig though! I didn’t realize how much we’ve got in common. It’s a shame we’re not in the same class so we could spend some more time together. But now that I think about it… maybe the silver lining to this stupid internship is getting to spend time with you, Momo.”

If she’d been wearing her costume, her face would be the same shade of crimson. Ducking her head bashfully, she mustered up her courage for an appropriate response. Despite gaining a lot of confidence with her own class, it was hard. Somehow she instinctively felt that the cheery, practical woman across from her wouldn’t mind at all.

“Same.” Weak, but it was the only word she trusted to cross her lips. “I truly… enjoyed spending time with you today…” And she realized as she said it how true it was. It made her a bit sad the internship would be ending soon.

“Don’t be mopey; we still go to the same school! We should go on dates outside of class…”


Itsuka paused with a bit of horror dawning on her face, “Friend dates! Go out like this and chat… spend some more time together… those kind of dates.”

The disappointment was a bit much. What did she want Itsuka to say exactly? Confused, she went to take a sip of tea despite it being lukewarm and didn’t answer. Picking up a piece of muffin, she unconsciously took a nibble and winced. Raisins were so distasteful.

A fork bearing a load of cream and cake hovered under her nose, tapping the end of it. Startled, she jerked back, nearly spilling the tea and coating her nose in cream.

“Here, you know you want it. I saw you drooling over it earlier. It okay, go wild, I won’t tell.” The fork waggled in invitation.

“Is feeding me a friend thing too?” Momo asked, eyebrow arching a bit, and Itsuka juggled the fork with a blush. Leaning forward, she deftly saved the cake then reached for a napkin to wipe off her nose. Her guilty pleasure was shoujo manga, and she’d read enough of them to know what happened next in a silly scenario like this. Itsuka grinned, obviously thinking the same thing, and pushed the whole plate over instead of answering.

Leaning on her hands, she was silent for a few moments before answering, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Momo took a bite with a small smile, “Then its a date.”

I am bisexual,
and that doesn’t mean
that I’m confused;
I think, no, I know
that I know more about my own
personal sexual attraction than a
perfect stranger who’s convinced
they need to define me
by their own standards.
I am bisexual
and that does not mean
I am compelled by greed
to have everything,
snatching it up with my grubby fingers;
I do not have a tally-mark on my back
of the people I have slept with,
I do not keep score,
it is not my goal to gobble up
attention from both men and women
when I meet them,
it is simply a matter
of who I am attracted to.
I am bisexual
and that does not make me easy;
I am not bound with loosely-tied shoestrings
falling open at the seams,
I do not bat my eyelashes at
every person walking by to
lure them into my bed,
I am not a set of revolving doors that
just anyone can take a spin in.
I am bisexual
and that does not mean
I do not have standards,
nor am I looking for attention.
I didn’t realize my life was a stage
meant for your entertainment anyway,
but let me make up my face
and play a role for you
if that’s what you expect of me,
or wear a mask
whenever I am with my partner of choice
because regardless of their gender,
you will erase me
based on that alone.
If I’m with a man,
you will call me straight;
if I’m with a woman,
clearly I’m a lesbian.
It’s one or the other, but no,
I am still bisexual
because the person I’ve chosen to be with
does not negate
what my sexual orientation means.
I am bisexual
and it does not mean
that I require your approval
but I do require that you acknowledge
that I am real,
that I exist,
that my sexuality is valid,
that I am a bisexual human being
who knows what she wants
and what she likes
and it doesn’t have to fit into
your standard definitions of what a sexuality
is supposed to be.
I know that my mind and heart
are as clear as a glass vase
holding my attraction within it,
a swirling mix of colors that are
just as real as your own identity,
so why would you deny me mine?
This vase will not become a glass prison
that I one day outgrow,
shattering around me,
and suddenly I will see the light
I was evidently blind to.
I will not dismiss this term
I slap proudly upon my chest
in my later days as a “phase”
because it is just a part of me
as my hair color,
my eyes,
the fumbling fingers that
write this even now.
I shouldn’t have to shout
into this void about how
ridiculous your notions of me are,
nor should I have to prove my existence
like some ancient God
when I stand before you,
flesh and blood,
and a pulsing, beating heart.
Where are my temples,
where is my prayer,
if this is the case?
Either acknowledge me
standing before you
or build a monument in my honor.
I am bisexual
and I am here:
I am not some stitched up doll
sewn into a faulty pattern
that is discounted
because it is damaged.
I am bisexual
and the word describes my sexual orientation -
it should not give you any conceived notions
of what type of person I am,
it should not define my promiscuity
if there is any to be had,
it should not determine the clarity
of my mind,
it should not convince anyone
which of the seven deadly sins
is my chosen vice,
and it should not conjure any judgement
whatsoever by those determined to have a say
in what it means.
I am bisexual,
and that is an important element
to who I am,
one you cannot dismiss,
cover up,
or erase,
but it is not the most intriguing
thing about me,
it is simply one rather
relevant piece of a far more
complex puzzle.
Best and Worst of: Block B Photoshoots

Looking at Block B photoshoots is such a wild ride because on the one hand half of them look like this:

Thrift shop meets witch aesthetics and Park Kyung is holding a fake bird but it still looks good?

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anonymous asked:

I thought of another amazing one and im so excited for it! You obviously don't have to do it anytime soon but imagine poly!Binu proposing!!!! Eek ~binu anon

Hey babygirl I hope you like this! Also, excuse the shamless SanJin I put in here, I ship them so much it makes me emotionally unstable.

Originally posted by moon-hyuks

“Darling, are you free tonight?” You heard your oldest boyfriend, Eunwoo, ask over the phone as he was at the grocery store and you were staying at the dorm keeping the maknae company while he was sick.

“I should be, Jinwoo says he’s going to come over to check on Sanha later.” You said to him, as you stroked the apricot colored hair off his sweaty forehead while he slept.

“Good! Moonbin said he wanted us tonight. Apparently it is very important that we go see him at home.” Eunwoo continued to speak to you, the business of the store in the back ground accompanying his voice in a surprisingly comforting way.

“Aren’t you heading home soon?” You asked your boyfriend, waving silently at the group’s leader who walked into the door of his apartment.

“In a little bit.” You watched Jinwoo go to his younger boyfriend, check his overall vitals before lying down next to the tall maknae. You smiled at the couple before you walked out of the room and into the living room.

“Do you think you could pick me up, oppa?” You asked him as you sat on the couch, propping your feet up on the coffee table.

“Of course darling.”


When you and Eunwoo made it home, the first thing you noticed was the rose petals made into a semi-perfect line that lead to the stair case. The lights were off, the only light sourcing from the candles placed beside the rose petals.

“What is all this about?” You wondered out loud, your left hand tightly secured in Eunwoo’s.

“It’s not our anniversary, or any of our birthdays… I have no idea babycakes.” Eunwoo spoke, and the two of you took off your shoes, before you both walked the pathway up the stairs.

“Is that the bed room?” You asked, seeing the door closest to you ajar, the rose petals leading into the room.

“Did you forget where you slept?” Eunwoo joked, chuckling as he pulled you into the room, immediately gasping at what he saw.

“What? Is everything alri- oh my gosh Moonbin.” You covered your mouth with both hands, tears immediately prickling the back of your eyes as you saw the younger boy on one knee in the middle of your bedroom, both hands up with velvet boxes settled in his palm. In the boxes were rings; a simple rose gold band for Eunwoo and a rose gold ring with your birthstone nestled in the middle of it.

“I had a speech planned out, but I forgot it because when you walked in I realized how in love I am with the both of you. I love you both so much, I utterly adore every breath you take and laugh you make. I love the way you look when you first wake up, so innocent and pure. I love the way you look when you are all made up and when you wear the same clothes for a week. I love the way you love and take care of me. I love taking care of you just the same, so that’s why I want to do this… Eunwoo, Y/N, will you marry me?” Moonbin spoke, a shiny tear falling down his face as he smiled widely, standing on both of his feet again.

“I would love to marry you, Binnie.” Eunwoo spoke, his cheeks making his eyes squint as tears slipped down his porcelain skin, before he attacked the younger boy in a hug, the two of them sharing a few short kisses before they both looked at you.

You nodded, a sob escaping your throat from utter elation as you ran up to them, hugging them tightly. Moonbin slipped your ring on the ring finger of your left hand, doing the same for Eunwoo when you noticed the rose gold ring on a chain around his neck.

Moonbin saw the cute smile on your face, and followed your gaze to his chest, a fresh pink blush raising on his face.

“I wanted you two be the closest things to my heart.” He answered your silent question, getting in the middle of you and Eunwoo as you teased him.

“I love you guys, so much.”

“We love you too, Binnie. So much, forever and always.”