What if... and hear me out... reader doesn't want to get married but each member of 141 wants to respectfully convince reader to let them put a ring on it?
Bonus points if you also include poly!141 arguing over who gets to be legally married to reader since a lot of countries don't allow polygamous marriages
Hello, my darling Vex!! This ask has me rubbing my hands together like a dubious fly, not gonna lie. Hunching over my screen like a creature as I write this.
"First of all," Johnny begins, flicking a finger out. "Who was it that picked our girl up? Hmm? Need I remind you that it was me? So, if we do manage to convince 'er that we should get married - legally - it should be tae me!"
"That's not how this works, Johnny," grumbles Price.
"If she's going to say yes, which I doubt, by the way, I think it would be to me," Kyle says.
Johnny shoots him a glare that could break glass. Kyle returns with an equally mean stare, crossing his arms over his chest. "I do not agree," Johnny scoffs.
"What do you have that I don't?" Kyle wrinkles his nose at Johnny.
"A good accent an' a good cock," Johnny replies confidently.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Price laughs. "Johnny, I'm not saying you don't have a nice cock. But you do not know that woman if you think she's going to marry you for your prick, you're dead wrong. Besides, if that was one of her deciding factors, she'd marry me."
"Sorry, Cap." Simon shakes his head. "Gonna have to refute you there. Since we brought dicks into this - ahem, Johnny - our little lady would marry me."
"Are we really bringing dick size into this?" Kyle rolls his eyes. "I don't think the size-"
"The size definitely matters," Johnny interrupts.
"Aren't we talking about who's going to marry her?" Kyle huffs.
"Yes, and the size of yer prick is a likely factor in deciding marriage!" Johnny exclaims, as if everyone else here is stupid.
"I don't think so," Simon says. "I think she'll choose who's the most logical man to marry in her mind. She might choose Price because of his maturity. Might choose Johnny because of his humor. Might choose Kyle because of his kind nature. It's up in the air."
"Well, why don't we try to convince her to actually get married first, then we can squabble over the legalities?" Price offers.
"That's the easy part," Johnny sighs like a man scorned. "The hard part is going to be convincing her which one o' us tae marry."
When you come home to your boys, they are all waiting for you in the living room. Usually, when you get off work, they're all off doing their own thing. It's rare to see them all lined up on the sofa and armchair.
"Hello, love," Simon greets.
"We'd like to talk to you," Price says.
"Jesus," you chuckle nervously. "Am I in trouble?"
"Nae, not at all!" Johnny exclaims. "We just wanted to talk to ye, as a family."
You narrow your eyes at him, but proceed to the living room. You sit on the coffee table so you can face all four of your boyfriends. God, that's such a bizarre statement, you think, scrubbing a hand over your face. Some girls don't even get one boyfriend. And here I am with bloody four!
"We want to marry you," Price says, calm and collected as ever.
Your brows shoot up. "I don't want to get married. And isn't that illegal? For people like- like us, anyway?"
"We were thinkin' that you'd get married to one of us," Simon explains, his voice like gravel covered in honey. "But still call the other three your husbands, if you will."
You scratch your chin, trying to wrap your mind around the logistics of that. "But then... you'd all be jealous of the one I married. And there would be fighting."
"We love you," Kyle says earnestly. "We love each other. I don't think there'll be problems."
"Whoever you choose to marry also recognizes that we're all equals in the relationship," Price adds. "Listen, love, it's been a year and a half. We want to put a ring on that finger."
You hum thoughtfully. "But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings..."
"You wouldn't be," Simon assures you.
"We discussed it." Kyle nods sagely.
You think about it. If they don't like the results, it'll be their fault and not yours. Usually, your boys are pretty good at understanding that. And you'd get the honor of calling all four of them your husband. God, it seems like the beginning of a TLC reality show. You pinch the bridge of your nose, weighing your options.
"Well, I'll marry whoever buys me the ring first!" you declare. "I want it to be a nice one, too! It doesn't have to be three months of your damn salary, but I also don't want a shitty one from a thrift store."
And that? That is when the race begins. You just made this whole marriage much easier on their hearts - and if you know anything about those boys, the competition will be heated
