yes go get your woman boy

anonymous asked:

{reaction} the reader *a girl* is the new member of nct 127 and is openly bisexual, then the female interviewer begins to fondle the reader's thigh and blink at her (everyone realizes it), how would the member of the group that is her boyfriend react to that?

Oooooooo this is a good one! Here you go! (I hope I could do this request justice) eeee


 Most of the time in you, and Taeyong’s relationship, he is a super sweet angel. But when he sees this happen before him, he’ll want to take control of the situation. He would move her hand away from your legs, not roughly or rudely (respecting that she is a woman) and saying sternly:

“Excuse me, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t touch my fellow member, or my girlfriend so much.”


Originally posted by neotechs


 Taeil would be very jealous. He would wait for the first break in camera time and go to you, grabbing your hand. He would then directly speak to the interviewer, you by his side.

 “You should be a lot more respectful and professional with your guests, don’t touch her again.”


Originally posted by neotechs


 Johnny would be EXTRA. Once he saw the interviewer touching your thighs, he would get up and grab your hand to help you stand up from your seat. He’d walk you over to his seat and motion you to sit down. Then he’d sit by the interviewer.

“I think this seat arrangement is a lot more appropriate.”

e x t r a

Originally posted by dansphil


 Yuta would be confident in your relationship. He would notice this and interrupt the interviewer a lot so she would get distracted, and stop what she was doing. Yuta would give you looks, letting you know he was cautious about his. Afterwards he would pull you aside.

“I don’t have to worry, do I?”

You would tell him that you’re only his, and he didn’t have to worry about the interviewer.

cocky hoe

Originally posted by victorianera


  Doyoung would feel the situation was out of his reach. He would feel heartbroken, and scared during the whole interview. He would fear you could be taken from him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. After the interview, he would pull you aside and ask about it. You would see how upset it made him, and would assure him that you can’t be taken from him, and not to worry about the interviewer. He would look at you with the sweetest smile.

“I was really scared, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you to someone else.”


Originally posted by dovounq


   Jaehyun would be uncomfortable, and wouldn’t know how to react at first. Then, his eyes would shift from you, to the interviewer. In the middle of the interviewer speaking, he would turn your chair facing him, and try to show that you are HIS girlfriend, and HE was the only one who could be friendly with you. (He would be bold as hell)

“Hey, you know I love you more than anyone ever could, right?”


Originally posted by wonwoosvt


   Winwin would pretend he doesn’t care. Winwin is a sweet baby, but in situations where he feels threatened, he will try to be manly and confident. He would stay silent during the interview, looking clearly unhappy.  Once the cameras turn off, but everyone is still around he would speak to the interviewer:

“Miss, I’d appreciate that you acknowledge the fact I’m Y/N’s boyfriend. What you did back there was not okay.”

yes you tell him baby

Originally posted by dimplesjae


  Mark would be silent. He would do all the talking with his eyes. He didn’t want to be unprofessional, and ruin the interview for any of his members. He observed that you were the only member being touched so much, and would lock on to the interviewer with pure jealously in his eyes.  Once the interviewer caught his intimidating gaze, she would quickly stop and continue professionally.

He would pull you aside afterwards

“I didn’t want you to humiliated on an interview for the world to see, you’re so much more than some woman’s play toy. You’re my girlfriend, and you deserve a better image while your debuting with us.”

BITCH this is so much whaT am i writing

Originally posted by mxrksgf


  Haechan would be very sad. He would be worried that maybe he wasn’t good enough, and he wouldn’t say anything during the interview. He would automatically regret not saying anything though, and would feel even worse. He would be obviously unhappy, and you’d eventually have to check on him. You’d cheer him up and let him now that the interviewer was out of line, and that everything was ginger to be okay.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stick up for you, Y/N. I just love you so much, I can’t lose you.”

again we don’t deserve angels

Originally posted by haenyan

A day at the bea-Fuck! {Hamilsquad}

Prompt: @helplessforbroadway’s write-a-thon BEACH AU

Pairing: none

Word count:970

Warning: none


“Sunscreen, check?”

“I got the sunscreen!” John screeches,

“Snacks, check?”

“I got the snacks!” Herc pats his unisex tote bag, as he unwraps a Twinkie.

“Towels, check?”

“Towels check, chéri.” Laf smiled,

“Okay, Alex did you out gas in the car last night?”

“Yes! For the last time, I put gas in the car!”

“Don’t get so offended like I am wrongly accusing you, last time you said you put gas in the car you didn’t and we ended up on the side of the road.”

“Whatever! Can we just go?”

“Yay! Off to the beach!” John was the first one out the door and to the car.


Fortunately for us Alex did put gas in the car and we made it to the beach safely. It was when we got to the beach all the problems started.

“John stop trying to drown that little boy!”

“Well, he stole my floatie.” John pouted and the little boy threw the floatie at John before rushing off, sobs shaking his body.

“You’re going to jail for attempted murder.”


“Yes, hello?” I looked up to find a blonde woman standing over me the same little boy by her side. “Are you with that man over there?” She pointed to the water when the guys were playing chicken, more specifically to John.

“Yes, why?”

“My son says that man tried to kill him.”

“He did no such thing! I do know he was upset because your son stole his floatie, he’s a kind man he would never do such a thing.” I gasp, hand over my heart,

“Oh so you lied? No? Get your ass over there now, no more swimming for you.” We watched as he walked back to where they sat, “I am so sorry, have a wonderful day.”


“Y/N! Y/N!” I put my book down and looked to see Alex, John and Laf running toward me.

“Where’s Herc?”

“Come on!” Alex grabbed my arm and dragged to a somewhat secluded part of the beach.

“He got stung by a jellyfish.” I look down to see Herc holding his foot,

“What should we do chéri?”

“Well, I’ve read that you pee on it.” They all looked at me in disgust,

“No way! No ones peeing on me.”

“Fine then, let it sting.” I turn to walk away but Herc’s whimper stops me,

“Okay fine but…can you do it?”


Herc had decided to stay along side me, letting the others play in the water. “Why aren’t you swimming?”

“My hair! I just got it done.”

“I forgot how girls are with their hair, sorry.”

I was pulled away from the conversation by a violent cough. I look over to see Alex and John surrounding Laf as he basically coughed up a lung. “What the hell?” I race over toward him, “What happened?”

“He’s choking on salt water!” Alex explained,

“What do you do when someone is choking on water?” John panicked,

“This,” I stood over Laf and before to pat his back, until he slowly started to regain his breath.

“I’m alright! I am alright! Please stop, that hurts!” He rolls over on his back, eyes red with tears flowing down his cheeks,

“I can’t take you guys anywhere.”


Herc and I had been joined by Laf, “I’m going to use the restroom, I’ll be right back.” I stand up, leaving my coverup there in my spot as I walk toward the restrooms,

“Hot damn!” I look to see two guys staring at me, I shake my head at their childish antics, continuing to walk toward the restrooms.

“You not gonna stop? Me and my friend wanna talk.” Says the other one as the jog to catch up with me,

“No I wasn’t going to stop. I have to pee!” I keep walking until one of them grabs my arm,

“I said me and my friend want to talk to you, stop playing hard to get ma.”

“And she said she has to pee.” I close my eyes it was Alex, which meant nothing but trouble.

“Alex I got-”

“No, these guys don’t seem to get it.”

“Scram!” One of the guys stomp at Alex who doesn’t even bat an eye but steps closer,

“Leave her alone.”

“Maybe we should just go Jake-”

“No, he’s going to leave us alone so we can talk with the pretty girl. Alone.” Alex balled up his fist and I knew what was next but it still surprised me as Alex punched the guy square in the nose. “Ow! Dude what the fuck?”

“Scram!” Alex barked and they both ran off,

“I told you I had it,” I whisper softly, wrapping my arms around Alex,

“Pee, then we’re leaving. I think we’ve all had enough of the beach today.


"I can’t believe you packed the sunscreen and still forgot to use it.” I look over at the sunburnt John, who grimaced.

“I know, I should’ve listened to you.”

“Would’ve been smart. Herc how you holding up?”

“It doesn’t hurt as much, I’m sure I have your piss to thank for that.” I laugh,

“Alex are your knuckles okay?” I look back to find my scrappy little Alex knocked out. “I guess punching someone does a number on you.” I laugh but I only hear John and Herc chuckled, “Laf is sleep too?”


“I’m enjoying this silence, I have to take you guys to the beach more often.”


“Please don’t!”

“The beach is the worst!” Laf mumbles,

“You woke up just to tell me that?”

“Oui! I nearly died there, no more beach.” I look at the three in the back,

“No more beach.” I promise them and then I look over to the tomato red John, “No more beach.”

My Girl (Father!Negan X Daughter!Reader)

Based on the song ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations. Enjoy!

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.

Everyone rested on their knees kneeling to Negan, watching as he smiled at all of his people. Lucille in his hand, fingers gripped tight around the polished wood as he began to quietly chuckle. “Y'all can stand” his voice boomed, shifting his body 360 degrees as everyone began to rise from their knees. He then turned to his next victim, sitting right in the middle of the large room.

Negan smiled right at him, showing off his pearly white teeth before beginning to laugh. “What’s your name again?” Negan asked. “J-Jason” the man hesitated, obviously scared of what was about to come from the devilish man grinning right in front of him. “Jason, tell me, you see that girl?” Negan asked, pointing right at the balcony, right at you. Jason quickly twisted his head, before looking back at Negan. “S-Sir I-”

I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way?

Negan grabbed his face, cutting him off from his words and turned Jason’s chair around, making him stare right at you. “Her, right there. Do you see that girl, yes or no?” Negan shouted as Jason began to weep. “Yes!” He cried before Negan threw him onto the floor. You watched helplessly, knowing that no matter how much you would scream and cry for him to stop, Negan would never stop.

“Do you mind telling us who that girl is?” Negan bent down to meet face to face with Jason, watching the boy shake with fear. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered before Negan chuckled and smacked Jason’s leg with Lucille causing everyone, including you, to flinch once you heard his loud cries. “You don’t deserve to say her name” Negan spat. Jason was sobbing uncontrollably, his fear and pain pouring out.

“I am going to ask you again, who is she?” Negan grabbed Jason by the shirt, holding Jason’s face close to his as Jason trembled. “Y-Your daughter, s-sir” Jason stuttered as Negan threw him back on the floor, and raised his arms in triumph.

“Now, was that so hard?” Negan played, before glancing back up at you and smiling. “My girl, my precious not-so-little girl!” Negan exclaimed, trying to see if he could make you smile, but frowned watching you keep the look of annoyance plastered right on your face.

My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

Negan swerved his body away from you, turning and watching the frightened crowd of his people, all terrified of his future actions. “I know, I may not be the best father. I mean hell, in a shit time like this, I don’t think good fathers even exist. But I know, I’d be a completely shit father if I let this moron talk to my daughter the way he did” Negan spoke loud, his voice echoing within the filled factory. He turned his body back to Jason, looking down at the injured boy.

“I don’t know who raised you,” Negan began, “who fed you, played with you, wiped your fuckin’ ass, but I do know this;” Negan pulled Jason up from the floor, throwing him back into the chair that he was sitting in before, and whacked Jason’s torso with Lucille. Jason’s pained cries were like nails on a chalkboard, everyone flinched and covered their ears, unable to bear the shrieks of pain. You had enough and left, feeling hot tears of embarrassment and disappointment streaming down your face.

“You do not ever, ever speak to a woman like that, especially my fuckin’ daughter! Do you understand me, or do I have to repeat myself like I’ve been doin’ for the last 50 fuckin’ times!” Negan shouted. Jason could only get out the slightest of whimpers before Negan shouted for him to answer. “Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry! But p-please, let me g-go!” Jason cried before Negan scoffed. He looked back up at the spot you used to be, before leaning away from Jason’s face and looking back down at the boy.

“I’m not fuckin’ finished with you”

I’ve got so much honey The bees envy me I’ve got a sweeter song Than the birds in the trees

You were locked in your room, sobbing into a pillow, feeling your heart twisted and torn from Negan’s actions. You felt betrayed and alone, like both of your parents had died. Losing your mother at a young age, before all of this happened, was hard enough, but now your father acting like this, killing innocent people, to say you were disappointed would be an understatement.

Three loud bangs cascaded from the other side of your door, you shifted your body as the door slowly opened, revealing Negan with a bloodied Lucille slung over his shoulder.

I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

“Baby, I’m so-”

“Can you just leave? You are the last person I want to see right now.”

Negan frowned, setting Lucille down by your door before closing it and stepping towards your bed, sitting next to you. “You are so stubborn, just like your mother,” Negan chuckled “just like your mother.” he repeated softly to himself before shaking his head.

“I know you know I haven’t been the same since she died, hell, I haven’t been the same since she got goddamn cancer. But you, you’re the reason why I haven’t completely lost my mind. You kept me in place” Negan spoke softly, this was a side of Negan you haven’t experienced since you were a little girl, it felt like a completely different person.

Negan looked over at you, and chuckled. His smile was big as he continued to look over your facial features which he found completely identical to your mothers. “I know you’re not happy with the way I do things, Baby. But this is who I am, this is how I keep us safe!” You cringed at the use of your old nickname; Baby. Your mothers favorite movie was Dirty Dancing and she began to call you Baby after you had told her you wanted to dance just like Baby.

Though Negan despised the movie, the nickname did stick with him and he has used it ever since, but as you got older you began to hate the nickname, as it reminded you of the times that used to be.

I don’t need no money, fortune or fame I’ve got all the riches, baby One man can claim

“Don’t call me Baby” you muttered, before Negan was taken aback, his eyes widening at your fierce attitude. “What did you just say to me?” He grumbled, his short temper now sparked. “Don’t call me that dumb nickname, don’t even think about it! Only my dad is allowed to call me that and right now I don’t know where he is!” You shouted, as Negan furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who do you think you are, talkin’ to me like that, after I just defended you from that dick-wipe who completely treated you like a piece of trash!” Negan shouted back at you, his voice obviously louder than yours. “I’m not that little eight year old anymore, I can handle myself! I taught myself how to survive without a dad, because a dad is the complete opposite of what you are!” You cried, watching a rare look of horror play out on Negan’s face.

guess you’d say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

Negan grabbed you off of the bed, holding you in his arms, close to his chest. “No matter how much you hate me, I’m always gonna love you. You make think I’m unfair, but I’m doing what I need to do to survive and keep your ass safe, because keepin’ your ass safe is what your mother would want. I want what she wants. So hate me all you want, you can even kill me right now, but if you did, I’d still take a bullet right between the fuckin’ eyes to protect you” Negan spoke, as tears began to fill your eyes, you didn’t know how to react.

You couldn’t help but pull him into a tight him, whispering soft 'I’m sorry’s’ into his ear. You definitely have never seen this side of him for a long time, and you couldn’t have been more relieved to know that he still had his soft spot for you. His sunshine, his Baby, his girl.

That was really bad. I apologize. I might rewrite this.
Girls’ day out.

I was supposed to finish this up because this was requested months ago by @ cliss25 – probably one of the very first few requests I ever received via messages that is! – and I was checking through my messages to get to the requests! I’m awfully sorry this came up super late! I disappeared for a while from the blog between February to April and only recently became active again! I really have no other excuse for my absence so thank you for sending this in and I really do hope you enjoy this! As such, you are the first person to request a thing with Cass and Steph!

Hi, first sorry for my english, but is not my first language. Second, i love your fics, Batmom is the best, but i dont read much about the girls, can you maybe writ something about Bruce Batmom with Cass and Steph. Thanks!

You love your boys. Anyone who knows you knows that you absolutely adore your entire family and your entire absolutely adores you too. You are never seen without any one of your boys – most of the time, it’s the youngest Wayne that accompanies you everywhere you go. But what they do not know is that, as much as you really love hanging out with your boys, sometimes you can only take so much testosterone in a day so normally in a week, you always have a day designated just for the girls in the family only. No interruptions from your boys, no husband asking you where his favourite tie is and no son of yours calling in asking you whether he should get take-outs or have dinner at the manor.

Girls’ day always fall on a Saturday. Normally you would have everyone – all of the girls, that is – over but unfortunately for you, that week, only Cass and Steph are available. Not that you minded at all because you loved hanging out with the two girls as well.

Which is why that Saturday, you are lounging in your tea room – Bruce figured that you might need a room of your own where you can hold your Girls’ day and had an old living room renovated just for you – in your pajamas. Saturday also meant lazy days for you. Cass is currently basking in the sunlight by the window and Steph is just looking through the amount of nail polishes you have.  

“I’m starting to get bored,” You tell the girls, placing the glass of iced tea on the table. “What do you think of going to a spa?” You ask as you reach for your laptop – you had been wanting to go to a spa for the longest time and have yet to find the right time to do so but since you finally have some time to spare today and the girls are here too, you think it might be a good idea.

Cass is the first one to look away from the window. Ever since she has got to know you, she is starting to be more and more open – it took a lot of work and patience but you finally managed to get her to talk more than just one word sentences. “Is the new spa you recently talked about?” But her voice is still the softest ever though that’s one thing you do not want to change about your baby girl.

Steph’s eyes widen in glee. “Oh my god, yes, please! People think it’s easy being a woman – they have absolutely no idea just how much care we put in to being one.” She exclaims, excited at the thought of going to a spa. She could not even remember when was the last time she had treated herself.

You smile. “Well, that’s settles it then.” You immediately get your phone and dial up the spa, booking an appointment for that day. “Done; our appointment’s booked after lunch. So how about we get some brunch first?” You look at the two girls who simply nod their heads.

Thankfully, none of the boys came to bother you – every now and then, they would drop by to ask you questions you know Alfred could answer in lieu of your absence – so your brunch went by wonderfully. Not before long, the three of you are dressed up and ready to go to the spa.

The moment you get out of your car, you are greeted with a lot of paparazzi. Cass immediately goes to your side, trying to shield you and Steph is asking everyone to back away politely. You simply hold on to Cass’s hand and pull Steph away from the paparazzi, knowing very well that no matter what you choose to do with them, they will still run their stories the way they see fit.

After getting the three of you checked in, you started with the good stuff: mud bath. It was fun to be able to spend some time with your girls, laughing and gossiping about random things you could think of. You are thankful that the girls are very comfortable with you too.

“My skin is so smooth right now. Is this how you keep yours smooth?” Steph runs a finger down her own arm. “I should probably do some more mud bath in the future.”

You giggle at her adorableness. “Hit me up when you want to do it!” You tell her, fastening the white robe on your body. Cass is already beside you, looking kinda out of place. So you throw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to you. “How is it so far, Cass?”

Cass nods her head. “It’s really fun.” She gives you a small smile and you pat her shoulder, satisfied with her answer. “What are we going to do next?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Up to you girls, really. I just wanted to spend some time with the two of you.” You say earnestly and Steph blinks a few times before giving you and Cass a brief hug, chuckling happily.

“Well, can we get some facials then? I think I need some pampering for my face.” Steph tells you once she pulls away from the hug. You nod your head and let Steph take the lead. The three of you went for some facials after that and even got a face massage after some exfoliation. Then the three of you received manicures and pedicures and trying to choose colours that represented your alter egos were fun too, laughing at jokes that left the manicurist and pedicurist lost.

To be honest for you, the fun part about going to the spa is getting the massage at the end. Even though you don’t really go out in the field whenever your boys are, sitting in the bat cave, monitoring their every activity can get you tense. This was probably the best idea you have ever had in a while – you knew you had knots here and there but you didn’t know just how much everything hurts until the masseuse rubbed them away.

“That was so refreshing.” You say to no one in particular as you relax. One of the side effects of getting a massage is that you get lazy to move. “I am so contented I just don’t want to move right now.” Cass leans against you, she too felt really good after getting the massage. She never knew she was hurting in the areas until the masseuse did wonders on her. Steph on the other hand looks really energized and absolutely happy.

“Honestly, the rest of them are so going to regret not being free today of all days!” Steph shakes her head. “Thank you for today! It’s been a while since I have this much fun and care for myself.” You simply grab her hand, grinning at her.

“I am half-tempted to just call one of the boys to pick up the car and drive us home.” You let out a small yawn before taking out your phone. “You know what, I’m just going to call one of the boys and tell them to pick us up.” You quickly sent a message to your family group chat asking for the boys to pick you up, leaving a strict reminder that Damian should not be driving any of the cars just yet because he is still underage, to which your youngest simply tuts and gives you an exasperated sticker in return. “Okay, the boys will be here soon enough.”

“Thank you for today.” Cass snuggles against you and you smile at her.

“Anything for my girls.”


So Finally. Here it is, a very very very late birthday present for the most amazing abuela ever @piercethemarti  , you are amazing, remember that and I will fight anyone who says anything against you. 

If I should tag you in the next fic I post tell me, I will write it down.

(The idea came from the song Apologize - One Republic but it isn’t entirely based on the song)

Enjolras x Reader

Word Count: 850 (Kinda short but it’s one of the fics I actually liked while writing so yeah)

If you find any errors, ignore them, I will be too lazy to correct them, now enjoy:


“You are always in that café with your friends, never once thinking about how I am feeling. I stay up waiting for you to come home. And when you arrive at an ungodly hour, you don’t even bother to greet me, you always ignore me Enjolras.”

“Look Y/N, the revolution is bigger than both of us, we are not that important right now.”

You gasped.

“So I’m not important? I’m not important? Did you ever care about something other than France? No don’t answer that. Just go.”

Enjolras had never looked so hurt, and it broke you to say these words but you had to.

“Get out of the house. This is the house my father gave me after he died and you have no right to live here with me after what you just said. Stay at Combeferre’s house, or at Marius’ place, I don’t care, just go.”

This was your first fight.

Enjolras showed up at your doorstep three days later, a book and flowers in his hands. He fell to his knees and begged you to forgive him. You did. You never intended to kick him out permanently.

After that he had asked for your hand. You said yes.

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guggi04  asked:

Can I be a greedy little GaFou shipper and ask for 8, 11, 22, 27 & 45 😅😄

Yes yes yes!!

8. How many children do they want/have?

Lefou always looks at Dick’s family and tells Gaston he’d like that- just one baby girl, to spoil and dote on and dress up and generally just love forever. Gaston likes that idea. In reality, they have six strapping children and their home is anarchy. The only time they can ever get away for a nice vacation or a night to themselves to actually have sex once in a while is if they cart their asses up through the forest for a day to pawn them off on Adam and Belle (those two don’t mind, their daughter loves the company of other children) Belle fucking revels in the exhaustion etched in Gaston’s features whenever they come by- this is retribution. 

11. What are their parenting styles?

Lefou is definitely the worrier. He worries if one of their kids goes out to town for some jam, he worries when their kids start learning how to ride horses, he worries when Gaston teaches their eldest boy how to fix shingles on the roof (”What if he falls off and dies, Gaston, did you think of that???”) So he’s the kind of overprotective one in everyday life. Now, Gaston is very laid back when it comes to rules (”Papa, can I ride your horse?” “Sure.” “Papa, can I go with Jaqueline on a picnic in the woods?” “Bring a coat.” “Papa, can I borrow your chopping axe?” “Hold it blade side up.”) 

But once their three girls are grown enough to start wearing pretty dresses, (and they have the prettiest, most fashionable ones in town, Gaston won’t settle for any less for his children) and they begin to get courted by village boys? Hoo boy. Gaston is the father from hell, and Lefou finds this so ironic.(”Don’t you remember when you were that age? You courted every woman in this village!” “Yes, but that was me, Lefou, there’s a difference here.”)

 Like picture this: a nice, shy boy from the other side of Villeneuve comes to take Ana into the square for a night of dancing. He opens the door, and finds Gaston in his armchair by the fire, loading his crossbow. 

“Ah, Henri! You’re just on time.” He aims the bow, and fires it at the target on the wall, making Henri jump a mile. 

Lefou just buries his face in his hands, going up to help their daughter get ready. 

22.  Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the other’s butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Lefou initiates the hand holding, since Gaston is too busy greeting people in town and being his extraverted to even think of the gesture. He also 100% grabs Gaston’s ass all the time- it just looks so good in the tight pants his hunter always wears. It turns Gaston on beyond belief that his husband is so taken by his backside, and it always ends with him turning around and hooking his fingers through Lefou’s belt loops, dragging him in for the dirtiest kiss imaginable. So basically, if Lefou wants to get laid, all he has to do is grab Gaston’s butt tbh and it works like a charm.

27. Who’d give their child sweets behind the other’s back?

G A S T O N. Lefou has a strict not that strict, he literally never enforces it policy that they only get like two sweets a day, but Gaston gives no fucks about house rules and gives them candy when Lefou’s not looking. Seriously, they’re really good at being cute when they ask, as they know Gaston’s heart is easily melted (”How could I say no to those eyes, hm Marie?!”) Also, ever since the children caught him stealing cookies from the cookie jar behind Lefou’s back one night, they tell him it’d be hypocritical if he didn’t. 

45. Who pays at dates?

Also Gaston. He absolutely insists. Lefou tries to pay him back in creative ways, like hiding money in his jacket or his shoe or something, but Gaston is all the wiser now, and hides Lefou’s coin purse before they go out. 

Baby Sister [Sehun x Reader]

Rating: T+15

Warning: Language

Word Count: 471

Originally posted by bateribageti

Sehun’s hands ran up your body as you both laid in your bed.  His mouth on yours as you both rolled around for dominance.  You had the house to yourself or so you had thought.  Not hearing the front door open you moaned out loud as suddenly your door was slammed wide open.

“What the fuck is going on?”  Your older brother Yesung came running into the room pulling Sehun’s half naked body off of yours.  Quickly grabbing clothes you covered yourself as Yesung began to push Sehun out of the room.  You quickly grabbed Sehun’s clothes as you tried to hold back your brother.  

“Oppa!”  You yelled as he quickly turned glaring at you.  

“What the fuck are you doing with him?”  He yelled as you walked around handing Sehun his clothes.  

“None of your business.”  You yell back as you stand between two of them.  You quickly realize that Yesung was still wearing his police uniform.  

“What are you doing home?  Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”  You ask he starts to pace in the hall.  

“I was until I got a call saying a bike was outside my house belonging to a known gang member.”  He glared at Sehun who merely held up his hands.  

“My friends and I aren’t in a gang.”  Sehun defended as Yesung put a hand on his belt.  

“You’re not really going to shoot him are you?”  Your voice raised as you stepped forward.

“I didn’t bring my gun home.  I knew I wasn’t going to like what I found.”  

“Yesung, I’m a grown woman.  I’m going to be graduating from college-”  

“Yes, and you’re wasting your time with a boy that’s been in and out of our cells?”  Sehun walked up a little.  

“I’m 25.”  Sehun stated as you both glared at him.  “I’m technically a man, not a boy.”  

“Your a dumbass as is what you are.”  Yesung stated.  “Get the fuck out of my house.  And you baby sister, are in deep shit.”  You walked downstairs motioning for Sehun to go as Yesung followed.  As he put on his pants finally, and shirt, he grabbed his leather jacket as you walked him to the door.  “Don’t even think about leaving this house.”  Yesung stated as he pointed to his belt.  “I still have my taser.”  You rolled your eyes as you kissed Sehun goodbye.  

“Tell your mom I said hello.”  Sehun smiled as he nodded.  

“She wants you to come over sometime for dinner.”  He kissed your forehead as Yesung walked over and pushed him out of the house on the porch.  

“Stay away until I say you’re allowed back in.”  Slamming the door shut you glared at your brother as you walked back up to your bedroom more humiliated and mad at how unfair your brother was being.  

Originally posted by blondejongin

man talk

Nao: “Still enjoying the rat race son?”

Poe’s voice thick with laughter: “Yes dad.  Still enjoying sleeping till noon and spending your days fishing by the old pond?”

Nao chuckling: “I will let you know me spending my days by the pond fishing is what kept food in your belly my boy.  Now to more serious questions.”

Poe: “Oh boy, let me have them dad!”

Nao lowers his voice afraid the woman will hear him: “When are you planning to ask Pip to marry you”

Poe bursts our laughing: “PAPS! Really that is your burning question?  I have no plans yet pap’s we are still getting to know one another.”

Nao: “Do you love her son?”

Poe: “Yes Pap’s I do, very much so.”

Nao: “Then make an honest woman out of her before she gets away.  You will spend the rest of your life getting to know her, and still not really know all of her my boy.  She’s a woman they have many mysteries, it’s why we love them so much.”

Poe: “Wow that’s deep Pap’s, so deep.  In due time old sir, I know she’s the one, I will know when the time is right to ask her, don’t worry you and mom will be the first to know.”

Nao drinking the last of his beer: “Young ones” clicks his tongue, “seeing as you have all the time in the world I guess you won’t mind fetching me another beer?”

Poe: “One beer coming your way pap’s”

Usual Things | Ben Organa

Pairing: BenxReader

Warnings: None?

Word count: 2828 

I am a full believer in Ben Organa NOT Solo fyi. 

Thank maker for a nice day on Coruscant. Despite the sweat dripping down your bake, it is one of the cool days of the summer making your kitchen prep much easier. It’s an outdoor kitchen. And though you understand why your parents chose the set up they did, it still tends to be annoying more often than not. 

Suddenly something little hits your right shoulder before landing onto the large counter before you. It’s a little paper plane. 

Attempt #21… you shake your head at the dumb little paper airplane that just hit your arm. You know it’s from Ben Organa, son of the politician and smuggler. Infamous for his charm, wit and genius.

He never could really decide what he wanted to be when he grew up: smuggler like his father or politician like his mother. So despite his Force sensitivity (he had no interest in being a Jedi like his uncle) occasionally he traveled with his father and other times he went on diplomatic meetings with his mother until he finally decided he wanted to do something with politics. Only problem? He was a little too sarcastic and hyper to be a senator or anything so he mostly shadowed his mother. 

Your fingers unfold the plane to see if there is any words scribbled on the inside. 

There are. 

“meet me at the Nuku bar tonight xx Ben" 

"No!” You shout out, crumpling to note and shoving it into your pocket. You needed to work. 

“Damn it!” you hear, not sure from where, but somewhere nearby. 

You were no politician - nor related to one. But you work in Coruscants capital where all of the senators gather and hold their meetings. Your job was working at your family’s restaurant: the most popular and the nicest in the entire Galaxy. It was booked out nearly a year in advance; though you always kept a few extra tables open for some of the senators who visited often and enjoyed taking guests there. 

Making a run to go grab some fresh fruits and veggies from a local farmer was when you first met Ben. The unruly, hyper 23 year old had quite literally slammed into you as you tugged your cart back - spilling pounds and pounds of produce all over the dirt road. It was a desolate area that very few traveled, so you originally had no clue who could have even run into. The farmers and locals were smarter than that. Your eyes had looked up and locked with the nearly black eyes that were wide with “oh shit”. His slightly asymmetrical face and dark, wavy locks were mild mesmerizing. 

“I am so, so sorry. Here, let me help.”

The boy scrambled behind you, righting the cart before working to place everything back as quickly as possible. You couldn’t even help, you were too angry and too surprised that the stupid boy even bothered to want to help. It was as he helped you walk back to your restaurant did you discover who he was. And that he was staying in Coruscant for the next seven months to shadow various senators. And that he wanted to take you out on a date the next day to make up for the accident. Of course you had said no.
But here you are, a month after that, with Ben not slowing any time soon in his attempts to woo you. It is adorable, really, but you just cannot allow yourself to fall in love. Though you already are a bit. 

You can’t really help it. The boy is so kind and charming and so damn attractive. Also so insistent on walking with whenever he can when you go down to the local farmers with your cart (says he still feels bad, sure). And when he comes near, your heart beats a little quicker and a smile appears without you being able to control it. 

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Tommy x Reader

“No.” Tommy sighed as you got closer.

“You don’t have to talk to them.” You moaned and he smiled at you.

“I’m still not going to go anywhere.” He told you and lent back in his chair as a cold breeze lazed across the garden.

“But Tommy, everyone else is going.” You complained and he shook his head.

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little-mini-me-world  asked:

Loving the headcanons of the bros at asian parties! Think you can do one of them interacting with their s/o's fam if they were asian in general??? Like everyday stuff

The Chocobros interact with their Asian S/O’s family 

Ahhh! First ask! Thanks, Jan! You’re the best! I love youuuu 😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️

Here’s a continuation of this post, which became a lot more popular than I expected. I hope you all enjoy this as well! 

Noctis Lucis Caelum: 

  • “Why does he wear so much black?” Your mom turns to you. “It’s because you have such a grumpy face on all the time that you attract people like this.“ 
  • This Tiger Mom didn’t want you to date, so you kept it from her for the longest time, until you couldn’t hide it anymore.
  • You even rejected Noctis at first.
  • Noctis has been pinning for you for a couple months now, but has been in love with you for even longer. He just…didn’t act on it, so when Prompto finally encouraged him to try, he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.
  •  …Only to be politely rejected.
  • This boy was a mess. He was stuttering, his face was pure red, his stomach was in knots, and he kinda wanted to cry a bit too, but you’re quick to assure him that you do like him back, but you can’t date right now.
  • This makes him feel a little bit better.
  • So you leave it at that, but it seems as if the Fates had better plans and kept on pushing you in each other’s path. You were partners for a group project, he was lacking in a subject, so you helped him, etc..
  • Since you technically rejected him, he still turns red when he talks to you.

Originally posted by blackbootyler

  • Until it finally came out that you aren’t happy with the way things are, and you agreed to date him.
  • She automatically tells you to break up with him, even before knowing who it was, because “studies come first!!” (I’m speaking from real-life experience, people.) 
  • But then you tell her that you’ve been dating Noct for the past couple of months, and it didn’t make a dent in your grades, so she hesitantly agrees, and will want to meet him to judge him. 
  • Will interrogate the shit out of him. Yet she still doesn’t know that he’s the prince. 

Originally posted by mishasaurus

  • You facepalm when he says that his hobbies are sleeping and he doesn’t get good grades. 
  • She tells you in your language, “He doesn’t have any redeeming qualities.” (aka I thought your standards were better than this.) 
  • BUT HE’S BEAUTIFUL MOM  She eventually sees how happy he makes you, and sees how in love he is with you, and eventually relents. 
  • Stutters and blushes like a firetruck when she eventually realizes that she’s been tough on the prince this entire time. 
  • But then he smiles and thanks her for letting him date you, and it’s the most brilliant smile she’s ever seen. 
  • Is completely dumbfounded. 
  • Your dad is the passive, laid-back dad, so he didn’t really have an opinion on Noctis. His opinion is his wife’s opinion. 
  • He used to take you on fishing trips with him as a kid, but then you grew older and it wasn’t cool anymore. 
  • He now takes Noctis. 
  • This is why his casual outfit looks so Asian Dad Patented. 
  • You mom is still wary about him being a suitor, but “My parents will like you more if you ate the vegetables they made for you." 
  • He eats it because he loves you. 
  • You aunts will try to find you a suitor, because they don’t believe you when you say that you’re seeing Noct. 
  • "Um, Auntie, I don’t think that I should meet this guy…" 
    "What do you mean? Just give him a chance! He has connections in the Citadel, you know. Wouldn’t it be nice to rub elbows with royals?" 
  • Your intrusive uncle will slide on in and ask you, "Did you two have sex yet?” while your mom gives you that look in the background if you two say the wrong thing. 

Originally posted by dutchfruitjar

  • The fam always asks you when are you going to give birth to the Crown’s next in line.

Prompto Argentum:

  • “Did you eat yet?” is the question your mom asks him every time he comes over. 
  • Since he’s so happy-go-lucky, he will come off as annoying to your relatives and parents at first, but since he’s so sweet and sincere, he’ll grow on your family. His personality is very off-putting, especially since most Asian adults come off as stoic. 
  • Be careful, if he starts to hang out too much with your family, he’ll start to do that one Asian dad pose when he takes the pictures for your family. 
  • You have a strict mom, which is a step down from the Tiger mom, but even she melts when she sees the precious boy that is Prompto. 
  • But at the beginning of the relationship, be warned that if you two sit too close to each other, she’s going to make you two separate. 
  • This boy can’t handle strict Asian parenting, so when your mom is tough on him at first, he will be shaking like a leaf. 
  • He’ll almost want to cry. 
  • She’ll have to tone it down when you lean over the table and tell her to go easy on him in your native language bc o m g this child is about to break into tears and h e l p 
  • I want to protect and love him, mom." 
  • "Let me meet his parents." 
    "You can’t mom, he’s adopted and even his adopted parents are barely home." 
  • Other than using this for Juicy Gossip™ to tell the aunts, she basically coddles Prompto like her own in the only way she knows how.
  • By feeding him lots.  
  • Prompto doesn’t know why he always leaves your house wanting to burst at the belly. 
  • If he gets a red envelope, he’ll be so surprised and happy that he’ll legitimately hug the person who gave it him and pick them up. 
  • "You mean I get money just for being young?!" 
  • But the true kicker is his technology knowledge. 
  • Let’s say that there’s an issue with your mom’s phone. Your siblings are all busy and you can’t do anything about it because, from her words, "All you do is eat!" 
  • "Why don’t you ask Prompto, Mom? He knows about that technology stuff.”
  • Prompto politely and slowly goes over the issue for your mom and fixes it for her.
  • She’s going to sign that marriage certificate herself omg. Yes, join the family so you can fix all of their technology.
  • Welcome to the family, son. 

Gladiolus Amicitia:

  • Okay, seriously—If you brought home someone like him, your overprotective parents will think that you’re dating a gangster. 

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  • I mean he’s got the long hair, muscles that pop up even if he just lifts his arms, tattoos, and nipple piercings.
  • Your siblings didn’t even think that he was your type, and technically he wasn’t. 
  • You knew that Gladio was a womanizer, and you weren’t about to date him, just so he can get under your skirt, but this boy was persistent.
  • You eventually agreed to go out on one date with him, and he tried so hard for you to give him a chance that you slowly fell for him. 
  • Now it’s time for the real obstacle, your parents. 
  • “No dating until you get married” parents indeed. If you brought home someone like Gladio, they’ll think you’ve gone astray.
  • But then Gladio goes the extra mile to make you happy, and to make your parents accept him, so they have to reluctantly agree. 
  • Your parents will eventually grow to like him, because Gladio is a charmer. 
  • No one can protect you like he can, after all. 
  • Your aunts would totally do that thing where he says something, they giggle, and they pat his bicep just to feel him up. 

Originally posted by ihiphop

  • If you patch him up at your house after his spars or workouts with Noctis, and he gots hurt somehow, your mom is totally going to whip out that Asian Tiger Balm. 
  • Asian families know how to drink, and he will get totally wasted with your uncles.
  • If you were pure before, your mom will totally be onto you if you two finally did it.
  • “You started to walk more like a woman…" 
    "Mom, that doesn’t even make any sense.”
  • He can also kiss goodbye to not wearing a shirt around your family.  
  • “Put on this jacket!" 
    "Huh? But, babe, I’m not cold." 
    "Yea, you’re not cold, but my mom is." 
  • They’re going to be a handful, especially considering his appearance, but he puts up with it because he loves you. And if he loves you, that means he loves the whole family too. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

  • And also, the ever beautiful subtlety of a middle-aged, Asian woman: 
  • "He looks like he has a big penis." 

Ignis Scientia: 

  • He is everything an Asian parent has ever dreamed of. 
  • He’s smart, handsome, he didn’t go to regular school, but he probably would’ve had top-notch grades. He also does housework, and he already has an upstanding job. 
  • You’re starting to think that they’re more proud of him than they are of you. 
  • Whenever he comes over, he always leaves with at least three recipes to try out at home. 
  • When you take him out to the market, be prepared to stay there for hours on end, because he will be contemplating every new ingredient. 

Originally posted by marica-callate

  • Your mom is smitten with him, and sometimes she tells you that you’ll be going out for a family dinner, and you ask if you can invite Ignis: 
  • "Oh, I already invited him." 
  • It’s worse because he speaks your language. 
  • Usually the whole language barrier kind of prevents them from getting too in detail about your embarrassing moments. 
  • Not with him. 
  • He’ll probably know your whole life story. 
  • Not that she needs it, but Ignis will butter up your mom by buying her random gifts from designer brands. Like watches or purses. 
  • He doesn’t do it because he wants to buy his way into your family, but because he thinks that it’s a nice thing to do. 
  • Your dad was a different case, he was very indifferent towards Ignis, because he felt like Ignis was taking better care of you than he was. 
  • Ignis soon warms his way into your dad’s heart as well, and you see them share a cup of tea on the porch one night. 
  • I think the only time he would butt heads with your mom is when it comes to washing dishes. 
  • “But why would you have a dishwasher if you don’t use it?” 
    “It came with the house when we got it, and my mom refuses to use it.” 
  • Usually with boyfriends, the aunties will always refer to them as ”[Insert Name Here]’s boyfriend.“ 
  • Not with Ignis, he already won them over too. He goes on a first name basis with them. 
  • Your uncles will think that he’s uptight and prissy. Ignis always dresses up well, so they think that he’s just trying to flaunt his money. 
  • Then they’ll not-so-subtly drop some mean comments about him when he’s walking by, and Ignis will not hesitate to roast them. 
  • He apologizes to you later, since "I spoke so terribly to your family,” but then you said that it’s fine, and your hard-headed male relatives respect him now. 
  • Not only that, but he will also take care of your grandmother with you. 
  • He’ll drive her to places, buy groceries with her, chat softly with her, and cook with her. If he’s walking with her, he’ll be ever the gentleman and hook one arm with hers and walk extra slow to match her pace. 
  • He’s the most perfect man ever created. 

Reader X John X Michael

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The Peaky Blinders warn you that this imagine contains strong language.

A/N - I have included some dialogue from S3ep01 but I’ve altered it to fit the situation. I hope this is cool with everyone :)

Standing at the table where one of Tommy’s maids were pouring glasses of wine, you picked up a glass as you watched John saunter over to you wearing a flirtatious grin he saves just for you. It was Tommy’s wedding day and you were invited as a friend of the family, not only were you invited by Tommy and Grace but you were also asked as a date by both John and Michael. However you gently declined both of them for fear of causing further tension between them both. It was true that you did hold more feelings for John but until you were sure you thought it was best to not encourage either of them.

“Hey (Y/N) how’s it going?” John said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m good thanks, the wedding was beautiful wasn’t it.” You said blushing as you looked down at the floor.

“Yeah it was but not as beautiful as you’re looking right now.” John replied as you looked up and locked eyes with him. In that instance there was an undeniable connection and you knew you both felt it. The moment was however interrupted by Michael coughing, you and John were so fixated on one another that you failed to see Michael approach.

“(Y/N) do you fancy talking a walk in the gardens with me.” Michael asked choosing to ignore John.

Before you could answer John interjected. “No she doesn’t, as you can see she’s talking to me so go fuck off elsewhere!”

“I don’t recall asking you Johnny Boy.” Michael quipped back as they closed in on one another, getting so close that they almost looked as if we’re going to clash heads.

“Calm down the pair of you, I’m not going anywhere with anyone so quit it now.” You pleaded as you attempted to separate them.

“RIGH’ BOYS, KITCHEN, IN 2 MINUTES.” Shouted Tommy from somewhere in the room.


“Alrigh’ boys, you’re all here.” Tommy said as he stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the kitchen surrounded by the rest of the Peaky Blinders including John and Michael. “Today is my fuckin’ wedding day, now for Grace’s sake nothing will go wrong, those bastards out there are her family and if any of you fuckers do anything to embarrass her; your kin, your cousins, your fuckin’ kids. If any of you do anything, now that includes; no sport, no racing, no telling fortunes and NO FUCKIN’ fighting over that goddamn woman!” Tommy growled as he walked over to John and Michael pointing a finger of accusation.

“Yes John, Yes Michael I’m looking at you. I’m sick of you John getting all jealous like a sodding child while you go fuckin’ winding him up Michael. Don’t you boys think I didn’t see you arguing just now. I suggest you fight amongst yourselves in your own time and not on MY FUCKIN’ WEDDING DAY!” Tommy shouted as he slapped John and Michael around the head.


Elijah Mikaelson Imagine: We’ll Always Love You

What Your Wearing 

You were laying down on the bed you share with Elijah read your favorite book. When you hear someone walk through the door. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. 

“What do you want Kol?” You ask

“Guess what a little birdie told me?” 

“What that Nik finally came to his senses and is going to dagger you?” You say as you give him a sarcastic smile. 

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No pants party

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Anon request: Can you write a Peter ParkerXreader one where you’re Tony’s daughter and he throws a party and since you and Peter are under aged and everyone is drinking you get bored and ditch the party where you end up confessing to each other that you’re in love and then you lose your virginity to him. The next morning Tony finds you and gets all protective but then gives Peter his blessing to date you

Authors note: because I’m forever a pepperony shipper I actually made it so they get together in this fic. Also remember kids, safe sex is the best sex.

part two:

“My pride and joy come I have an announcement” my father took the laser I was working on out of my hands and dragged me into the living room.

“This better be good dad I was almost finished with the laser” I sat next to Bruce

“You’re almost? Didn’t you start that like yesterday?”

“Yeah I would of have finished sooner but I took a nap” I replied trying to remember the stuff I need to finish it.

“Wow you really are your fathers daughter” Bruce let out a small laugh. “Peter it’s nice to see you again” I watched as Bruce shook the boys hand.

“Hey dr. Banner nice to see you again as well.” Peter excitedly shook Bruce’s hand “oh hey y/n” I watched as Peter nervously waved his hand.

“Hey Peter” I sent him a small smile before he walked away.

“He likes you” Bruce playfully teased

“No he doesn’t, you’re just saying that because we’re the same age”

“Did you obviously miss the fact that he was nervous when he spoke to you” I looked over to where Peter was and noticed he was staring at me but turned away.

“You’re spending too much time with my dad Bruce” I brushed off his comment because I didn’t want to get my hopes up. See I’ve had a crush on Peter since my dad brought him into the team. Although I am Tony Starks daughter I don’t have his super confident personality or flirty nature. I like to keep to myself and my work, only talk to people if they start a conversation. So it’s no shocker that I’ve never had a boyfriend before. Sure many have tried but I’m always quick to call them out when I know they only want to date me because of my last name.

“And your too blind to see that he likes you” I was about to respond when my father started talking.

“Alright people I have gathered you all here today because I have exciting news. I’m throwing a party ! ! !” There were audible groans in the room. “Before you guys get pissy about it it’s to celebrate the fact that we have five new additions to the team. One of which is my pride and joy, my beautiful and equally smart daughter y/n. Honey why don’t you stand and wave to the people, I know they know who you are but still.”

“Do I have to?” I was about to my face against Bruce’s shoulder.

“No you don’t, as you can tell she doesn’t like being the center of attention like her old man.”

“And that’s why she’s our favorite stark” Bruce said under his breath.

“I heard that Bruce” my dad glared at Bruce. “There is obviously going to be booze at the party so that means you kiddos are not allow to go near the bar. All of your drinks will be in the kitchen” my dad pointed at me and Peter.

“I don’t even drink so I’m more than ok with that dad”

“If you didn’t look so much like your dad I would of never guessed you were related. You two are the complete opposite” Steve looked at me while talking.

“She has her mothers personality” my dad replied to Steve with a hint of sadness in his voice. My mother died when I was three of cancer. My dad would tell me that my mom was the love of his life and he was grateful that he still had me in his life as a reminder that a piece of her still existed in his life.

“I’m sorry Tony” Steve noticed he struck a nerve.

“It’s alright” my dad cleared his throat. “Anyways the party is on Saturday so get excited people and now you may go on with your day” I made my way over to my dad when he said that.

“Do you want to see the lasers progress, I could use your critique on how I can improve it?” I looked up at my dad, trying to distract him from what Steve accidentally brought up.

“I would love too kiddo, but knowing you there will be nothing for you to improve on. Everything you touch turns out perfect.” I felt him hug me tightly before we walked into my lab.

*time skip*

The party was in thirty minutes and I half way ready when there was a knock on my door. I turned off my straightener and went to go answer the door. “Dad what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you kiddo, I need to ask you something” I moved so my dad could enter the room before I closed it.

“What’s wrong dad?” We sat on my bed.

“There is no easy way of saying this y/n, how would you feel if I started dating” I let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh god is that it?”

“I’m sorry for scaring you” he held onto my hands

“Of course I’m ok with you dating dad, I want you to be happy” I reassured him. “Is it pepper?” I asked with a smirk. I knew he had been eying her from time to time and it would frustrate me because I knew they both liked each other.

“Yes it’s pepper”

“Then please ask her out dad, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You guys dare I say it, love each. You two just need to take a chance and see what happens”

“You mean like the way you and spider boy look at each other?” I was about to deny it “and don’t try and deny it I’ve seen you two make goggly eyes at each other when one of you isn’t looking”

“Whatever dad” I tried to change the subject “but to answer your question: yes I’m ok with you asking pepper out on a date. She’s a very nice woman”

“Thanks kiddo”

“No problem dad, now go I need to finish getting ready” I smiled before rushing him out of my room. An hour later the party was at full swing, I watched Steve apologize again to my dad about earlier but he reassured him that it was ok. I also excitedly watched as my dad asked pepper on a date and then asked her to dance. It was so nice seeing my dad be happy after all the crap storm he’s endured. Unfortunately the party was starting get boring because everyone was getting drunk. I was looking around and noticed Peter was sat alone on the couch. I decided to take a leap of faith and go to talk him.

“Hey Peter” I said nervously

“H-h-hey y/n” he scooted over so I could sit next to him.

“You’re not having fun are you?” I asked looking at him.

“No, are you?”

“No, everyone is getting drunk and acting like idiots” I pointed to Clint who was blindfolded and throwing darts.

“Yeah … Um do want to ditch this?” Peter asked

“Sure, I have a vinyl collection in my room. Do you want to check it out?” I bit the inside of my cheek, I’ve never had a boy in any of the rooms I’ve lived in growing up.

“Sure I love music” peters voice cracked when he said that.

“Come on, let’s go” I got up and lead peter towards my room. “You can make yourself comfortable, I’m going to get the vinyls from my drawer” I turned on the light in my room and closed the door. I watched as Peter took off his shoes and sat on my bed before I opened my drawer and pulled out all the vinyls I had in there.

“Wow” I heard Peter gasp as he notice the huge stack in my hands “do you need help?”

“Yes please” Peter got up and jogged to where I was, taking the top half of the stack and taking it with him back to my bed.

“Wow you can tell some of these are really old” Peter was holding a frank sinatra record.

“Yeah most of these were my grandfathers, my dad gave them to me when I was ten. He’d tell me if I wanted to listen to real music to listen to these” I slipped off my flats and joined Peter on the bed. “Of course he also insisted on me checking out music he liked when he was our age.” I pointed out the ACDC and Rolling Stones records. “I actually like my dad and grandfathers music over what’s on the radio right now”

“Yeah nothing beats the classics, wow is this actually signed by the beatles ! ! ! !”

“Yeah it is, I believe there are others that are signed as well” I replied casually.

“Oh my gosh my crush on you have gotten ten times bigger now because of this”

“Your what?” I wanted to make sure I heard him right.

“Uhh” I watched as peters face started to turn pink with embarrassment. “My crush” he repeated. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering.

“Really? ? ?” I tried to fight off a smile but failed. My crush likes me back.

“Yeah but I understand if you don’t feel the same way. You probably have dozens of guys lining up to date you.”

“That statement could not be more wrong Peter. All the guys that ask me out only do because of my last name. You’re different, a good different and I have a crush on you too by the way” I let out a shaky breath.

“Can I kiss you?” I bit my lip at his question.

“Yes” I watched as he leaned in so I decided to lean in as well until our lip met. It was like fireworks went off when our lips touched. I pulled away so I could grab the records that were between us and placed them on the nightstand. “Now we have more room” as soon as I sat back on the bed I felt Peter’s lips against mine again. This time we sat closer so now peters hands were on my lower back and thigh. “I can’t believe I’m kissing a boy in my room” I managed to say against peter’s lips.

“I can’t believe I’m that boy” Peter responded. One thing lead to another and now I’m laying on my bed making out with Peter. I got chills when I felt Peter’s hand sliding under my dress. His hand trembled as he reached the top of my underwear.

“Peter wait” I placed my hands on his chest.

“Oh crap I crossed the line didn’t I? I’m sorry y/n” peter started to apologize.

“No no it’s not that, it’s just if this is going where I think it’s going um” I paused because I didn’t know how to word it. “I have never, well you know” I was looking anywhere but his face.

“Oh ohhh” Peter realized what I meant. “It’s ok umm we have something in common”

“You’re also … .”

“Yup” he responded “we don’t have to you know”

“I want to, you’re a sweet guy. We both like each other and I know that if its with you I won’t regret it.”

“What if it’s awkward?”

“Isn’t it supposed to be awkward the first time? That’s what I’ve read at least” we stayed quiet for a bit until I felt Peter’s lips against mine again. This time the kiss was gentler than before as his hand went under my dress again. I didn’t stop him this time and his hand ended up on my clothed pussy.

“Is this ok” Peter asked as he started to cup it.

“Yes” I responded against his lips as ams were holding onto his back. My breath started to quicken when he pulled away and started to take his shirt off. I reached behind to unzip my dress and removed it from my body before throwing it on the floor. When I looked back at Peter he was down to his boxers, I couldn’t help but look away when I noticed he was checking me out.

“What” I asked

“Nothing, you’re just beautiful” I looked down and noticed I was just wearing a plane purple bra and underwear.

“Umm thank you” I felt my cheeks getting hot before looking at peter as he was removing his boxers, revealing his penis. I bit back a smile before reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and tossing it off the bed where my underwear soon joined the rest of the clothes. Looking back at Peter my heart started racing, we were both naked and we were about to have sex. Laying back on the bed I watched as Peter got on top of me again like last time, this time completely naked. Spreading my legs for him Peter settled himself between them as he was teasing me with his tip.

“Wait we don’t have a condom” we realized we were going to have sex without a condom. I opened my nightstand and pulled out a bunch that were in there. “why do you have so many condoms if you’re still you know”

“My dad gave me the sex talk when I was fourteen, these were in the bag he gave me after the talk. He said “safe sex is the best sex”“ Peter got a condom from my hand and put the rest back in the nightstand. His hands were shaking when he was opening to packet, I would of help but I didn’t want to make it more awkward. Once he opened the packet and slipped on the condom he was back in the position we were in.

“Are you ready” he asked. I nodded and slowly he started to push himself inside me. It was uncomfortable, seeing as this was new to me but I didn’t let my nerves get to me. Before I knew it Peter was fully inside me, he stopped for a minute so I could get used to his size.

“It’s ok Peter, you can move” I gave him the ok to move and slowly but surely he started to move. I was holding onto his back and closed my eyes. After a few minutes I was starting to feel pleasure so I started rock my hip trying to get more friction.

“Oh my god this is awesome” Peter grunted.

“Can you move a little faster Peter” I panted and soon he was going much faster than than he did before. “Oh yeah Peter just like that” I moaned as I bit his shoulder.

“Oh no no no no shit” I looked at Peter confused before I understood what he meant. “I’m sorry y/n” he apologized, could tell he was embarrassed.

“It’s ok Peter don’t worry about it, um you just got really excited” I tried to lighten the mood before I felt him pull out and took the condom off. He got up and threw it in the trash as I got under the covers.

“Again I’m really sorry, you didn’t get to finish” Peter got under the covers with me and I curled up next to him.

“It ok Peter, really. It was our first time honestly don’t worry about it, with practice we can get better at it”

“You still want to have sex with me” Peter looked shocked.

“Of course I do, Peter I really really like you”

“I really really like you too y/n” he kissed my lips before we drifted off to sleep.

*the next day*

“Hey sleepy head wake up, you’re going to- what the fuck” my dad’s voice woke me up, along with Peter.

“Dad ! ! !” I pulled the covers up to cover my naked body.

“Sir-” Peter looked like a deer in headlights.

“You and you oh god” my dad ran his hands over his face.

“What’s going-” Steve’s voice was coming from outside.

“Don’t come in here, there are two naked teenagers here. Oh god I thought I was going to be ready for this but I was dead wrong. Did you two use protection” my dad asked not looking our direction.

“Yeah, the condoms you gave me” I whispered.

“I’m genuinely not prepared for this, fuck I knew I shouldn’t of given you those condoms”

“Would you have rather us have unprotected sex” I asked

“NOOOO” he was quick to respond. “I just wanted you to stay my little girl”

“I am your little girl dad, I just. Well I like really like Peter” I looked at Peter who was pale from shock.

“Do you really like my little girl Parker” my dad asked Peter

“Y-y-y-yes sir I really do, she smart and caring and beautiful” he looked at me for the last part.

“As much as it pains me to watch you grow up, I guess Peter is the perfect kid for you to date. But if you” my dad looked straight into peters eyes “hurt my little girl, you will pay. GOT IT”

“Yes sir”

“Good, like I said hurry up you’re going to miss breakfast sweetie” I watched as my dad rushed out of my bedroom shouting that his little girl is a woman now.

“I’m sorry about my dad” I apologized as we started getting dressed.

“It’s ok” He replied as he slipped his shirt back on.

“Umm do you want to sit next to me at breakfast” I asked as we were finally fully clothed.

“Yeah I would like that” we held hands as we walked out of my room and made our way into the dinning room where everything was set up.

“Ah the teenagers have arrived have a seat, eat, just don’t have sex on the table” Steve almost choke on his coffee at my dads statement.

“Really dad” I let go of peter’s hand. I noticed Bruce smirking at my dads statement.

“Really, you’re a woman now”

“DAD ! ! !” I shouted, I could tell this is going to be a long day.

Imagine you're ashamed of your weight and the company confront you about it
  • Author: Ellie
  • Fandom: The Hobbit
  • Pairing: Bilbo x Reader, slight Fili x Reader
  • Gender: Female
  • Word count: 417
  • Triggers/warnings: Cuteness overload
  • Request:

You always knew you were different, you always they there was something wrong with you.You just never knew what it was until now.

Your weight.

You weren’t exactly fat, but you weren’t small either. You were a curvy woman and you always compared your body to others, like the elves. They had beautiful bodies, slim and long they were just.. gorgeous.

But you weren’t an elf,  you were just a simple human. There wasn’t much special about you.

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Tag Game

i was tagged by @klangst ty!

Rules: Tag 20 people

Nickname: mon-mon

Zodiac: leo

Height: 5′7 or 5′8 i dont actually know lol

Last thing i googled: thunder moon

Favorite music artist: uhhhh i think im still gonna go with Hollywood Undead

Last movie i saw: in theatres: wonder woman, at home: ice age collision course (it sucked so bad oh my god)

why did i choose my url: i got tired of my middle school url “mistyslayer” so i ended up coming up with spacegay but instagram had that taken already and then i thought of galra and made gaylra and u get the rest lol

do i have any other blogs: ye i have my art sideblog @dollstei and i do have one so that i can keep mistyslayer 

what did your last relationship teach you: that boys only wanted me to either win a bet or have sex with me and when they found out i wouldnt “put out” they left me

religious or spiritual: im not really religious i guess, like, i do believe in god and i like to believe in all gods from all religions, but i dont go to church and pray and all that stuff

Favorite colour: i like lots of colors but id have to say purple

average hours of sleep: idk now ive been getting around 8 hrs of sleep so (it went down from around 10)

Lucky number: idk

Favorite Character: keith, lance

How many blankets do i sleep with: 1, now ive been sleeping with a sheet because my room is the hottest room in the house

Dream job: right now im working to become an animator!

i tag: @time-unwinds-slowly, @eijuhn, @thecmaw, @magicsilly, @scorcherman13, @poisonedscarlett, @shiroganya, @softklance, @betti-boop, @kotoritori, @alwaysraineh, @little-bi-kingtrashmouth, @helios-one, @layspotatochiper, @attacus-atlasftw, @nanacka, @thendergirl, @izzythebordercollie, @speakboywonder, @void-and-pyramids

Four Times INTPs Parents Got Called to School for Her Bad Behavior.

Age 9:

INTP: *Hands teacher note saying her family is going on vacation during a week of school*

Teacher: You need to tell your parents that there is school that week

INTP: Woman, I am 9

Age 11:

INTP’s brother flipped off the bus driver and the following conversation occurred:

Bus Driver: What is that boys name?

INTP: I don’t know

Bus Driver: *puts hand out to block INTP from leaving* yes you do

INTP: *slaps hand and runs out the door* sorry, snitches get stitches

Age 12: 

Vice Principal: I got a note from someone on your bus who says you threatened to throw her in a dumpster, and then hit her brother with a seat belt 

INTP: I definitely didn’t touch her brother, because buses don’t have seatbelts

Vice Principal: … and the threat?

INTP: I think we both know what happened here

Age 13: 

Teacher: So how many of you love Spanish so far

Other Students: …

INTP: Everyone in here hates this class and thinks it is stupid 

Teacher: *holding back tears* Go see the dean of students, now

INTP: Hey! You Asked … 

Imagine losing your virginity to Happy.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of religion (this is purely for the story and not meant to offend).

This is a bit longer than what I usually write. I wrote this listening to the ‘Sexy Beats’ playlist on Spotify and I feel like it kinda wrote itself!

You were a good girl; always had been. You were a preacher’s daughter born and raised in little ol’ Charming town. You went to church with your parents every Sunday and volunteered for every community event when you were growing up. In fact, that’s how you met Happy.

You volunteered to help out at one of Charming’s local fund raisers and were put on the Sam Crow stall. There you met Gemma. She was, in all honesty, scary as hell. She was all witty remarks, smirks, leather and lace in one small but powerful package. Surprisingly, the two of you got along exceptionally well. You followed orders well, which you think Gemma liked, but she didn’t treat you like some little church girl who couldn’t pull her own weight and that’s something you appreciated.

Some guys in Sons of Anarchy kuttes showed up with some boxes for the stall and you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the guy with the pissed look on his face, toothpick between those perfect teeth and ink covering most of his visible skin. You tried to take sneaky glances as you helped set up, but the look Gemma shot you when she sent the boys to get more stuff from the clubhouse assured you that there was nothing sneaky about your staring.

“So, Happy huh?” Gem asked you, busying herself with some decorations.

“Happy? Well, of course I’m happy,” you felt a blush creeping onto your face as you stammered away. “Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

Gemma barked a laugh and shook her head. “That’s his name, sweetheart. The guy from the Club that you were checking out? His name is Happy.”

“Oh,” you said. “I was not checking him out!”

The older woman just shot you a smirk. “Yes you were; and it’s okay. God isn’t going to send a lightning bolt from the sky to smite you down just because a guy, and an attractive one at that, got you a little hot and bothered.”

The blush that had crept onto your face earlier was now in full effect, making your face redder than the roses at the florists’ stall.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” you told Gemma, arranging the Teller-Morrow business cards on the table. “I doubt I’m the kind of girl that would get a second glance from him.”

Boy, were you wrong.

Gemma had officially introduced the two of you when the men returned. You gave Happy a shy smile and shook his hand. You saw his jaw flex and he looked you up and down slowly, devouring you with his eyes. You saw him gulp as he lifted his eyes from your body to meet your face. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence after seeing the way he looked at you. The two of you flirted not-so-subtly for the rest of the day, then he asked you on a date and two weeks later, he finally asked you officially be his girlfriend.

Now, a little over a month into your relationship, the two of you spent the majority of your time together and you wanted to take your relationship to the next level. There was just one problem with that thought; you had never been on that level (while he had practically lived on it before he met you).

Growing up, you had wanted to save yourself for marriage but when you got older you realised how unrealistic that was for you. Still, you wanted to at least wait for the right guy and you had no doubts that you had found him in Happy. Not only did Happy treat you with respect, but he ignited feelings inside you that you didn’t even know existed. Now, you wanted to give him something special.

Naturally, you went to the Club’s Queen Gemma for help. She gave you a knowing smile and told you that she’d help you out.

Later that night, you felt like a whole new person when you walked into that clubhouse. Crow Eaters and MC members alike stopped and stared at you; Happy included. You tried not to let their stares defer you from your target, even though you were completely unused to this kind of attention and knowing that all eyes were on you (the outfit Gemma had put you in demanded the attention though) made you want to turn and go home.

Happy gulped, licked his lips and put down his beer to pull you into his lap.

“Damn babe,” Tig commented, taking in your appearance. “What happened to you?”

Happy shot him a glare. “Eyes off, Trager.”

“Easy boy,” you gave Hap a pat on the chest. You leaned into his body, pressed your lips close to his ear and whispered; “take me to your room, Happy.”

You pulled back and looked into Happy’s excited-yet-stoic eyes. You bit your lip, a nervous habit you had that turned Happy on before and was just making it worse now.

Without a word, Happy threw you over his shoulder (you let out an embarrassing squeak that you would deny in future) and Tig let out a wolf whistle as Happy carried you to his room at the clubhouse. He used one hand to open the door (the other was resting on your rear, keeping you firmly in place) and once inside he kicked it closed with his boot.

He set you down gently on the edge of the bed and stood back, arms crossed, to look at you. His eyes raked up your body from your heels (that were black and about six inches taller than what you normally wear), up your legs and the fishnet stockings that disappeared high-thigh under your short, tight dress. Your lips were a rich shade of Red Revival lipstick, your eyes smoky and your hair fell in large rings over your shoulders.

You wanted to squirm under his intense gaze, but didn’t want to ruin the confident, sexy exterior you had built up.

“What is this all about, baby?” He asked, after standing there silently looking at you for a while.

You looked down at your outfit, and this time you did squirm.

“Gemma gave me a makeover,” you told him. “Don’t you like it?”

Happy’s lips twitched up in a smile. “Yeah I like it, but why’d you let her give you a makeover in the first place?”

“I…” you stop to inhale and exhale in an attempt to calm your nervously racing heart. “I want you. I’m ready, Happy. You mean the world to me and I’m ready to let go of my virginity, but only with you. I thought that if I looked like this, well, it might help persuade you.”

You blushed and avoided Happy’s eyes, knowing how ridiculous you sounded. Happy took your hands in his and pulled you up from the bed and into his arms.

“Baby girl,” he said, a hand sliding up your back to toy with the zipper on the dress. “I didn’t need any persuading. If that’s what you want,” he pulled down the zipper, teasing you by trailing his fingers against the smooth skin that was slowly being revealed, “then I am more than willing to give it to you; no matter what you’re wearing.”

You gave him a small smile and kissed him deeply. He kissed you back with fervour, pressing his body closer to yours and pulling the zipper completely down, the only thing holding your dress up was the proximity of your bodies.

He pulled away from the kiss and let your dress fall to the floor. Happy’s eyes, filled with unconcealed lust, raked over your body as you stood in only your bra, panties, fishnet stockings and a pair of heels. You crossed an arm over your body to hide yourself but Happy caught it and pinned it to your side.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He ordered you softly, and you could only nod in response. He kissed you again and moved forward. You moved backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell onto it with an ungraceful bounce.

Happy was on you in no time, a leg rubbing between your thighs and lips sucking and biting your neck. You were his and he made sure to leave enough marks for everyone to see tomorrow.

You slid one of your legs up against Hap’s, causing him to moan. With a new-found confidence you repeated the action, only this time you added more pressure to Happy’s growing bulge. He let out a low growl and slid a hand between your bodies down to your panties. His hand found its way beneath your panties and he smiled against your neck at how wet you were for him. He gave a teasing stroke and a breathy mewl left your lips. Urging him further, he sought out your tight entrance with one of his long, skilled fingers. You bucked into his hand and he took the hint. You winced when he slipped the first finger into you. The sensation was new and slightly uncomfortable, but not at all unwelcome.

Happy whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he slid his finger in and out slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. His deep, gravelly voice was turning you on more and soon your wince had turned into a look of pure bliss. You were lost in ecstasy and didn’t notice him enter a second finger. He curled them, searching for the spot that would make you feel better than anything. He knew he had found it when you let out a particularly loud moan.

He brought his mouth to yours, abusing your G-spot with each prod of his fingers. You kissed him eagerly, wanting as much contact with him as you could have. You pushed a hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles contract under your touch. Your hand smoothed over his tattooed flesh up to his chest and then raked your nails back down his abs lightly. He threw his head back in pleasure and let out a lewd noise that you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I need you Happy,” your voice bordered on whiny but it only egged Happy on more; he loved seeing you so needy for him. “Please baby.”

He took his hand out of your underwear and stood up to pull his shirt over his head. You watched as his tatted torso was revealed. Your face flushed hot at the sight. Your gaze met his as he started to unbuckle his belt. You kicked off your heels and peeled off your stockings. He stepped out of his jeans and you took the liberty of removing his boxers, sliding on the condom and pushing him back onto the bed. He sat up on his elbows to watch you. You reached behind you and unclipped your bra. You pulled your arms through one by one and flung the lingerie toward Happy, who caught it with a cheeky smile on his face. Slowly, you hooked your fingers under your panties and, shaking your hips, you pulled them down your legs torturously slow. Once fully naked, you made your way over to Happy and straddled his waist.

He leaned up to kiss you, holding onto your hips to support you. As you kissed, you grabbed his hard member and lined it up with your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him and tears sprung to your eyes at the sting. Happy used one hand to steady you and the other to smooth your hair comfortingly while he kissed every inch of your face to distract you.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, the concern evident in his voice.

You nodded and started rocking your hips slowly. The pain eased away and was quickly replaced with pure arousal. Happy started to match the movement of your hips with small thrusts and took one of your breasts in his mouth. You bit your lip to muffle the moans that were trying to spill out of your mouth.

Happy used the hands on your hips to guide you, hitting the right angle to have you seeing white. You cried out for him to pound you there, again, harder, faster; all of which Happy obliged.

You didn’t think you would last much longer with Happy fucking you this hard and kissing every inch of your skin he could reach. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, crying out Happy’s name as you reached your climax. That was all it took for Happy to find his release inside you, shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

You let your head fall onto Happy’s shoulder and sat there as you caught your breath. You wiggled a bit so Happy was no longer inside you and rolled onto the bed, throwing a hand over your stomach as you stared at the ceiling.

You felt Happy get off the bed, heard him put the condom in the bin and then the bed dipped as he lay on it beside you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, studying your face.

You looked at him and grinned.

“That was amazing,” you told him and slung an arm over him. He pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You are amazing, Happy. I can’t tell you how happy I am that I did this with you.”

Happy smiled and pulled the covers over your bodies.

“You must be tired,” he said, tucking you into his side. “We can have round two in the morning, okay?”

You beamed and nodded. You kissed him once more and then closed your eyes, ready for sleep.

“I love you, Hap.”

You felt a pair of lips on yours briefly.

“I love you too.”

Every Letter (6/10)

Summary: A pen pal writing assignment connects a young Emma Swan with her best friend Killian Jones. Life sends many hardships their way, but their friendship remains solid through the years. As they both grow older and begin to realize what they want out of life, will their letters be enough? (On AO3.)
Rating: T
Word count: ~8400
Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3 - Ch4 - Ch5 - Ch6 - Ch7 - Ch8 - Ch9 - Ch10 [Pt1] - Ch10 [Pt2]

Emma had never really had a true “Girls’ Night” – capital G, capital N – before. When you grow up friendless (except for the one… but she didn’t want to think about him right now), there aren’t too many opportunities for such things.

And after Ruby and Mary Margaret had learned of this apparent atrocity, they immediately started planning. It didn’t matter how much Emma protested, they were convinced that she absolutely must join them for a night of drinking, gossip, and dancing.

The very next Friday, Emma was shocked, to say the least, when she heard a knock at her door and opened it to see David with a large backpack hanging off his shoulder and two fishing poles held in one hand. 

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A little boy runs up to you two and asks you to marry him (BOYFRIEND)

Donghyun: -he played along with the little boy because he even gave you a nice plastic ring with a big fake diamond- “well I lost to the better man didn’t I Y/N?” Hyunseong: -he thought it was the cutest thing in the world and would bend down to talk to him as well- “you’re so cute little guy, of course you can marry my girlfriend”

Jeongmin: -he was planning on doing it himself but a little boy tugged on your sleeve and asked you and you said yes. So he dragged you off to introduce you to his parents. He found it cute and annoying- “be safe, bring her back soon please”

Youngmin: -he’d get very jealous of the little boy who asked you to marry him, that he’d pick him up and look for his parents- “did someone lose a little boy?! He’s trying to steal my woman”

Kwangmin: -it was a little boy who was in your nursery class who asked you while he was there. He personally teased you as they both waited for your answer- “yeah baby are you going to marry this handsome brave little boy or not?”

Minwoo: -it was so cute when a shy little boy came up to you and asked you if you’d marry him. It was even better when people filmed it and you said yes. He was personally have a melt down from how cute it was- “this reminds me of how I asked you out sooo much”