#MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

[melancholickiss]

[ultravioletbrit]

“candle” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 338 words

 

Regulus just got home and he walks through the living room to the kitchen looking for James.

“James?” He calls when he doesn’t find him.

“Out back.” James answers. 

Regulus walks out the back door and his breath hitches and his eyes fill with tears when he sees James standing on their patio with his hands behind his back. He’s wearing a full suit and tie, there are twinkle lights hanging above him and he’s surrounded by candles.

“James?” Regulus whispers, he doesn’t trust his voice to speak any louder.

“Hi, love.” James smiles. Regulus slowly walks over to him and he feels a tear roll down his cheek. James brings one hand out from behind his back to cup Regulus’ cheek and brush the tear away with his thumb. “No tears.” He says softly.

“Can’t help it.” Regulus’ voice cracks. He’s overwhelmed with emotions and he can’t help it when words start tumbling from his lips. “Because you… and you look… and the lights… and all the candles…”

“One candle for every year I’ve loved you.” James smiles and Regulus quickly scans the candles surrounding James.

“We’ve only been together 3 years. There are 7 candles?”

“Regulus, I have loved you since the day I met you. And if you’ll let me, I’ll love you every day for the rest of our lives and then some.” Regulus lets out a sob as James drops to one knee and brings his other hand out from behind his back holding a small box. James opens the box to reveal a silver ring, and Regulus drops to his knees along with James.

“Yes.” He says and leans in to kiss James.

“Regulus…” James pulls back slightly with the biggest grin.

“Yes!” Regulus wraps his arms around James’ neck bringing him back for another kiss.

“Reg… I had a whole speech written.” James says, chuckling against Regulus’ lips.

“Read it to me later. Yes!” Regulus says again and James takes his hand and slides the ring on his finger and pulls him in for more kisses.

[mocchiixxx]

Seventeen's Ways of Saying 'I Do' Series# | 06 : When you're serious, I'll Be ready

Genre: Fluff, Subtle Humor, Soft Romance

Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: You teasingly tell Wonwoo that you like his last name and ask if you can have it. He doesn’t react the way you expect—no teasing, no flustered stuttering. Instead, he gives you a calm, logical response that somehow makes your heart race way more than it should.

You and Wonwoo are sitting together in a quiet bookstore café, your usual weekend hangout. He’s flipping through a novel while you sip your drink, the soft background music making the atmosphere even cozier.

Feeling playful, you casually glance up from your book and say, “I like your last name. Can I have it?”

Wonwoo turns the page. "Hmm."

That’s it.

No flustered reaction, no teasing comeback, just a neutral hum, as if you’d asked him about the weather.

You blink at him. "Did you hear me?"

He finally looks up, adjusting his glasses. "Yeah."

"And?" you prod.

He tilts his head slightly, as if deep in thought. Then, after a moment, he shrugs. "If you want it, sure."

Your heart does a weird flip. "Wait, what?"

He sets his book down, resting his chin on his hand. "You asked if you could have my last name. I said sure. I don’t mind."

You stare at him, searching for any sign that he’s joking. But no... Wonwoo is just sitting there, calm as ever, looking at you like this is a normal conversation.

"Wonwoo—" you sputter, "do you realize what that means?"

He nods. "Yeah. It means you’d be a Jeon. You do realize what you just asked, right?"

You feel your face heat up. "I—I was just joking!"

He leans forward slightly, his lips curving into the tiniest smirk. "Oh? That’s disappointing."

Now you’re really flustered.

"Wonwoo!" you hiss, smacking his arm.

He chuckles, finally closing his book. "What? You brought it up."

"I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously!"

He shrugs again, sipping his coffee. "You should know by now that I don’t say things I don’t mean, love..."

You freeze.

He meets your eyes, gaze steady, unreadable. And just like that, the playful joke suddenly feels… not so much like a joke anymore.

After a moment, he picks up his book again and flips the page. “Let me know when you’re serious. I’ll be ready.”

You don’t even know what you were reading anymore because damn it, Jeon Wonwoo.

Bonus:

Later that night, you receive a text from him.

Wonwoo: So… you never answered my question, love. You: What question? Wonwoo: Do you still want it? You: GOODNIGHT, JEON WONWOO. Wonwoo: Sweet dreams, future Jeon.

[hornsweetcouples]

[maybe-im-dark]

Before the adamantium procedure, when Logan still had his bone claws, they would sometimes break off in battle. The claws would regrow of course, but he kept the broken ones. And he would gift them to everyone he cared about, so they would have a piece of him even if he wasn't there.

So now imagine the TVA show up at Logans and Wades home, to give Logan some of his belongings from his old timeline. One of those is a mysterious bag. In the evening Logan tells Wade to close his eyes. He reaches into the bag and there is one last claw. He places it into Wades hand and tells him to open his eyes again.

"What is that, peanut?"

"One of my claws. From when they were still bone."

"Oh my god. Are you...proposing to me?"

"Uh...do you want me to propose?"

"Yes, Logan, the answer is yes! YES I WILL MARRY YOU!"

[jazzstarrlight]

Nuzi- The Proposal

A wholesome HFT* moment well deserved! (Meanwhile, it's past Lexi's bedtime.) Hope this makes you guys happy.

(*Happy Family Timeline)

[nonoel-art]

SaNami Marriage Proposal! 💕

A mini comic I drew for this years @sanamievents Secret Santa!

[foxtrot91]

sweet like syrup

The batter sizzles as Tommy pours it into the pan, the scent of the pancake batter wafting up and filling Tommy’s senses. Evan is still sleeping in the bedroom, having arrived home late last night after his shift ran over. He’d showered at the station and had practically collapsed onto the bed next to Tommy, barely managing to grunt out a greeting before being pulled under into a deep sleep. From the messages he’d received throughout Evan’s shift, it had been a rough one.

Which is why Tommy is out here now, trying his hand at pancakes made from scratch. He takes a moment to mourn the loss of his store-bought pancake mix that he used to have before Evan had taken one look at it, shot Tommy a look of disgust and declared it sacrilege before tossing it in the trash. So now Tommy has to troll Google for pancake recipes and thank whatever god might exist that Evan has also taken to expanding the ingredients Tommy has on hand even if Tommy barely touches them himself.

The Canadian Pure Maple Syrup has been a wonderful addition, actually, – “Bobby has it shipped in from Montreal, so you know it’s legit.” – and while he wishes he had the convenience of a premade mix to go with it, he accepts the trade-off. He still hasn’t figured out the whole maple syrup grading colour system, however, but he’d enjoyed listening to Evan discuss the merits of each grade and their best uses in the kitchen.

If he’s completely honest, Tommy doesn’t notice much of a difference between the light or dark syrups and is halfway convinced that the Canadian government is involved in a conspiracy with the maple syrup companies to hoodwink Americans into spending more money for their pretentious, robust flavoured syrup. Jokes on them, Tommy decides, because he would’ve bought it regardless of some made-up grading system just for the way Evan lights up whenever Bobby brings over their portion of his latest order. Also, and he is mature enough to admit this– it’s a thousand times better than the thick, artificial table syrup he’d grown up with as a kid.

You win this one, Canada, he thinks, eyeing the can of syrup with the proud maple leaf emblazoned on the label.

He's nearing the end of the batter by the time he hears a faint shuffling coming from the direction of the bedroom. By the time Evan joins him in the kitchen, Tommy has turned off the stove and has moved to set the table with two plates, cutlery, butter – real butter, not the margarine Tommy used to carry which was another quick casualty once Evan had moved in – a stack of pancakes, and of course, the can of syrup.

“You made breakfast?” Evan says, barely suppressing his yawn long enough to get the question out. He’s sleep rumpled, wearing one of Tommy’s slightly too big sweaters and a pair of sweats that he’s yet to tie up, and Tommy knows that if the sweater weren’t hiding it from view, he’d get a delicious peek at the sliver of skin and trail of hair that leads into Evan’s pants.

Small mercies, he thinks, because if it weren’t for the bulk of the sweater, Tommy is certain they wouldn’t make it to breakfast, and he’s spent way too much time putting this together to not eat it with Evan.

“I did,” Tommy says, smiling as he pulls Evan into his arms and gives him a soft, lingering kiss before pulling back. “Thought I’d surprise you… are you surprised?”

“You hate cooking,” Evan says in lieu of an answer, smiling when he looks over at the table. “It smells amazing.”

Laughing, Tommy ushers Evan over to the table and pulls a chair out for him. “Hopefully it tastes just as good,” he says with a wink as Evan sits down.

Tommy takes the seat to his right and serves up the pancakes onto both of their plates. Once adequately buttered and drenched in syrup, they both dig in. They’re definitely not as good as Evan’s – he really should ask him for the recipe he uses – but they’re still good, if Tommy does say so himself. And by the look on Evan’s face, he’d say they’re at least good enough to pass his muster. They’re quiet as they eat, the sounds of their utensils clanging on their plates the only real noises filling the dining room. It’s a comfortable silence, and given Evan’s rough shift the previous night, Tommy imagines it’s a welcome one as well.

Once they finish, Tommy stands to gather their plates, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of Evan’s head before he turns to wash up. There’s a certain domesticity to this that Tommy has never felt in any of his previous relationships. Evan isn’t the first boyfriend he’s lived with, not by a longshot, but he’s the first who’s ever made the kind of effort for Tommy that he is. The first to speedrun a sexuality crisis for the sheer fact that it was Tommy he wanted to be with, the first to cook him meals outside of any special occasion just because, and the first to make room for Tommy in every aspect of his life, to seamlessly fit Tommy in amongst the people he values most without a second thought.

He’s the first to make Tommy want to match his effort.

When he finishes cleaning up, he turns back to see Evan staring at him over the back of his chair. His elbow is rested on the back with his chin perched on top and he’s gazing at Tommy in a way that has a warm prickle starting up in his chest.

“What?” Tommy asks as he wipes his hands on the towel hanging off the oven handle.

“Nothing, it’s just…” He trails off, but Tommy doesn’t try to interject. “Nobody’s ever made me breakfast before.”

That can’t be true.

“What about Bobby?”

“That-he doesn’t count,” Evan says, like it should be obvious. “I mean like… in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Tommy says, a little stunned at the thought. Evan has had many partners; surely at least one of them would’ve–

“Yeah,” he says, smiling as he stands from the chair to join Tommy where he’s standing near the counter. “Usually it’s me,” he waves a hand vaguely towards the counter before looking back to Tommy. “It was nice, being on the other side for once.”

“Well, you better get used to it,” Tommy says, “Because I’ve got Google at my fingertips and a whole host of new ingredients, kitchen appliances, and fancy pots and pans at my disposal.” Evan laughs, ducking his head at the reminder of how absolutely batshit insane he’d gone overhauling Tommy’s kitchen when he’d moved in. “I hope you’re prepared for a lot of terrible meals,” he adds, because cooking the kinds of meals Evan is capable of has never been in his wheelhouse. Pancakes are about as good as it gets. Evan giggles and shakes his head, shoving lightly at Tommy’s shoulder in response.

God, he thinks, I fucking loves this man.

“I love you,” Evan says, eyes bright.

I love you too. He thinks it; goes to say it in return as he takes in the bright blue of Evan’s eyes.

“I want to marry you,” is what comes out instead.

Evan’s eyes go wide as saucers and Tommy has a split second to think – fuck fuck fuck… before landing on, fuck it. – as Evan sputters in shock, “T-Tommy, you can’t mean-”

“There’s a ring in my sock drawer,” he says on a slightly panicked breath, “I had it all planned out for our trip next month.”

“Wait, what trip?”

“It was going to be a surprise, Bobby put the PTO in for you,” this was the one piece that Tommy had been somewhat anxious about, but Eddie had been adamant that Evan would be very much on board with Tommy’s surprise. “I’m flying us out to a private lodge a buddy of mine owns. Just you, me, and a whole lot of forest to hike through.”

“Fuck,” Evan says, eyes wide in disbelief and Tommy feels a curl of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach. He can’t help worrying that he’s stepped wrong here, that maybe it’s too soon. Sure they’ve been together for nearly two years now but really, what’s two years in the grand scheme of things– “Yes.”

Tommy’s brain goes abruptly offline as he processes, “What?” he asks, like an idiot.

“Yes, I will marry you,” Evan is grinning, chest shaking with barely suppressed laughter as his arms loop around Tommy’s neck and tug him in for a bruising kiss.

Groaning as they pull away, Tommy lets out a dry chuckle, “I had a whole plan,” he laments, shaking his head.

Evan isn’t having it; he takes Tommy’s face in his hands and draws him in for another heated kiss before pulling back. “Whether in some private lodge or here in our kitchen, my answer is still the same,” he says, and Tommy feels breathless.

“God I fucking love you,” he confesses, resting his forehead against Evan’s, noses brushing together.

“I know,” Evan says, and then, eyes sparkling with a little bit of mischief; “Wanna find out if engagement sex is better than normal, living-together sex?”

Tommy doesn’t have time to answer in the affirmative before Evan’s mouth is on his again, his lips still sweet with maple syrup. He feels a hand snake up his shirt as they start maneuvering towards the bedroom, losing articles of clothing along the way. He has more words to say, a whole speech he’d planned out that would show Evan just how much he means to Tommy. He’ll say them sometime, later, he thinks, when the desperation has worn off and they’re laying in the afterglow, sated, and happy.

Ao3

[exhaustedpirate]

there's gotta be happy trails ahead

so i needed to deal with bobby's death and i'm using the bucktommy wedding for it, bc it's my deepest, loveliest headcanon that they should go the bathena route! so this is what came out! angst and feels ahead, yall! no beta i wrote this in like 3 hours bc fuck it we ball!

rated G | 1962 words also on AO3

There is a ring on his finger. 

Buck’s still getting used to it.

It’s simple and beautiful and it fits exactly right. It’s perfect.

Tommy takes his hand and rubs his thumb over the ring, almost disbelieving, surprised. Buck can’t help but wonder how many times Tommy told himself he would say no. No matter how many times they are reminded of their love for one another, there will always be that seed of doubt. They’ll get there, though. Together.

There is a rom-com playing on TV. Buck is sprawled against Tommy’s chest. One of his boyf-fiance’s large hands rubs slowly up and down his back, comforting, steady. The other one holds his left hand against his chest, right over his heart. Perfect.

They haven't made wedding plans yet. It’s only been a day since Tommy proposed and Buck should really be paying attention to the movie they decided to watch after dinner. He’s thinking about their wedding instead, he’s sure Tommy would understand.

They talked about it before - before the proposal, before the ring-buying, before. Tommy wouldn’t have proposed if he hadn’t been sure it was something Buck wanted. They talked about a quiet ceremony, friends and family. They talked about colours and locations and their guest list and suits and wedding party. They talked about a lot.

They didn’t talk about all of it.

Because Buck is ready to walk down the aisle with Maddie by his side. Because Tommy is ready to do the same with Chimney. They are ready to look out at the crowd to their friends and family in the first row and to exchange vows.

They didn’t talk about who’d be officiating.

He doesn’t know why they didn’t. Why didn't he?

“By the authority vested in me by the state of California, and the Los Angeles Fire Department… you two just got hitched.”

And it’s like it hits him suddenly, without warning, without preparation. 

They didn’t talk about it before. They didn’t talk about how their wedding would always have an empty space, a big one.

Buck feels like he can’t breathe. 

Like his heart is both stopped and pounding against his chest. He feels hot. He feels cold. He wants to curl up within himself. He wants to scratch his way out of his skin. 

“Evan?”

He can’t. It’s not complete. 

“Evan.” 

It’s not right.

“Evan,” Hands hold his face, familiar hands urging him to look into steady, if scared, familiar eyes. “Breathe, baby, you’re alright.”

Buck shakes his head, his hands gripping Tommy’s forearms - he’ll feel bad later about the bruises he’s sure to be putting there. 

“Focus on me, Evan,” Tommy urges, his voice quiet but sure. “Focus on what you can see, hear, feel.”

It takes him a moment to find that he can talk. To feel like he exists. To breathe.

“H-He won’t be there.” His voice is choked up and his vision is blurry.

Buck really thought he’d have been done with tears by now. It’s been almost a year, 11 months and 6 days to be exact. He had cried so much all those months ago that he thought he was done. There were happy tears for his nephew’s birth, for Tommy’s proposal, but no more sad tears. He thought he’d cried them all.

“B-Bobby,” Buck manages, the name feeling like barbed wire on his throat. Tommy softens, understanding and distraught all at once. “He won’t b-be there. I always thought-I always-”

He buries his face in Tommy’s neck, sobs coming out in full force. He feels his fiance’s arms wrap tightly around him, his big hands rubbing his back and holding the back of his head. There are stuttered breaths that echo in Tommy’s chest. They are quiet, mourning still - probably always.

Buck stops feeling like every breath is going to break his rib cage.

“W-We don’t need to do anything big,” Tommy murmurs, low in his ear. His hand runs soothingly down his neck to his arm, to his hand. “We can figure something out.”

Buck shakes his head, a small movement since he still refuses to leave the safe cocoon of Tommy’s skin. “You don’t have to say that, Tommy,” His voice is equally quiet, a hint of shame at making it all about him. “You deserve the wedding of your dreams too.”

“The wedding of my dreams is the one where I’m marrying you, Evan,” There is no waver in his voice, his hand gripping Buck’s firmly. “We could get married in a-in a bowling alley,” Buck laughs, a soft thing, nothing more than an exhale of breath but he feels his body relaxing, softening. “All that matters to me is that you’re standing in front of me agreeing to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Buck takes a deep breath and holds his head up, leaving the comfort of Tommy’s neck for the comfort of his eyes. His free hand cups his fiance’s cheek, thumb rubbing against his skin slowly, a caress that he hopes shows how much he cares, how much he loves this wonderful man. Because he does. So much.

Buck speaks quietly, still with that surprise in his voice. “I love you, you know that?”

Tommy’s eyes sparkle the same way they do everytime Buck says it, everytime he sees his feelings returned. His thumb rubs against the ring in Buck’s finger.

“You letting me put a ring on your finger was a big clue.”

Tommy’s nose scrunches in that beautiful smile of his and Buck can’t help but return it. Can’t help but to break the space between them to press their lips together, a quick, chaste kiss. A perfect kiss.

“I would marry you anywhere, anyday, in whatever ridiculous circumstances we find ourselves in, baby,” Tommy speaks against his lips, their foreheads touching each other. “All I want, what I promise to do for the rest of our lives is to make you happy.”

The breath stutters out of Buck, tears gathering in his eyes, his chest feeling too small to hold him. He presses that into Tommy’s lips, feels the need to claim him in a way that can’t be seen by others, more than just a shiny ring, than vows said in front of friends and family. 

All he wants, all he needs lays sprawled on their very comfortable couch. All he needs holds him just as tightly at night in their large bed. All he needs is Tommy. All he needs is their future.

“So,” Buck whispers, their fingers interlacing. The ring digs into his skin, into Tommy’s, but they don’t complain. It’s a reminder, it’s perfect. “You’d be okay if we didn’t have a big wedding and instead went to the courthouse in the morning?”

He feels Tommy’s smile against his lips, his arm pulling Buck impossibly closer to him. Buck has a ridiculously fanciful thought that if he could, he’d crawl inside Tommy’s skin, live there. 

“We do have the suits from Billy Boils’ funeral.”

Buck laughs this time. How could he have ever doubted Tommy’s feelings for him when he accompanied him to a 200-year-old mummy’s funeral?

“Chimney is not working tomorrow morning.”

Tommy grins. “Maddie?”

“I could call Josh and ask him to cover for her.”

“The rings?”

Buck blushes and plays with Tommy’s fingers. “I-uh, I may have bought one for you when we started talking about marriage.”

Tommy’s smile is so wide and bright and Buck feels like his heart grows three sizes bigger. “Sounds like we have a plan.”

Buck looks closely at Tommy’s face, waiting for the mocking, for the rug to be pulled from under his feet. There is nothing. He knew there wouldn’t be. “We’re really doing this?”

“All I want is to marry you, Evan,” Tommy repeats, his hand coming up to his head, thumb caressing his birthmark. “I would do it right now if it wasn’t ten o’clock at night.”

Buck pulls him into a forceful kiss, smiling so wide that it’s basically all teeth. “We’re really doing this.” Tommy nods. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Their wedding photo sits on the dresser in their bedroom. 

The two of them holding hands as they say “I do” in front of a court official, the happiness in their faces shining through even through the picture. There is a ceramic bowl that Chris made in the pottery class he attended with Buck in front of it where they put their wedding rings before work, slipping on the silicone bands to replace them. Buck loves seeing the tan line in their fingers.

There is another wedding photo in the fireplace mantle. The two of them holding the marriage documents with big grins on their faces while Maddie and Chim do victory poses on either side of them. Buck feels his heart fill with love whenever he looks at it. 

Feels that tightness in his chest when he looks towards the picture beside it, Buck and Tommy flanking Bobby’s sides before the medal ceremony. There was fond exasperation in Bobby’s expression but so much joy, so much pride. There was another one, with just him and Bobby on the bookshelf. 

There is another photo by the entryway. 

They hadn’t wanted a big wedding but they still wanted to celebrate with their friends and family. They invited everyone for a barbecue, announced that they’d gotten married and grinned throughout the groans and complaints from the others.

Buck had leaned against Tommy as they witnessed the others. He understood, of course he did. But he’d never feel bad about it. Their wedding was perfect. He had told his husband - husband! - that many times after, thanked him for understanding his needs, for listening, for being him. 

The picture was of everyone standing side by side, Buck and Tommy in the middle. There was no formal wear, not like the courthouse pictures, there were sweaters, dirty jeans, messy hair. Jee’s face is blurry - she had noticed a squirrel walking across the branch of the large tree in their backyard. Karen is almost cut off by the photo, pressed closely against Hen. Only Eddie’s head can be seen behind Chimney and Denny, who hit a growth spurt over the summer.

It’s messy. It’s imperfect. It’s one of his favourites.

He is not there. Of course he isn’t. 

There is always going to be an empty space next to Buck, next to Athena, next to May and Harry. There is always going to be an empty spot at the firestation table, no matter how amazing of a Captain Hen is. There is always going to be an empty chair at every table.

He is not there.

“Are you ready?” 

He turns to find Tommy with his hand held out to him. He is wearing a suit that matches Buck’s, his wedding ring catches the sunlight coming through the windows. 

It’s a year today. 

“No,” Buck says but takes Tommy’s hand, lets his husband pull him into a tight hug, lets his husband kiss his head, his forehead, his birthmark, his cheek, his nose, his lips. Lets his husband pull back and look into his eyes, sharing his strength, his love, his care. Buck nods. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.” Tommy nods back, taking Buck’s hand again.

Buck lets the feel of the ring on Tommy’s hand settle him. 

It’s a beautiful day today. 

They are meeting the rest of their family at the cemetery. There are flowers waiting in the truck. 

He’s not okay. He’ll never be okay. There will always be an empty space where Bobby should be. But - holding his husband’s hand, standing side by side with his family, telling stories or letting the silence speak for itself - he thinks he will be.

Bobby said so himself.

[smutinlove]

"Can you take me home?"—Bruce Wayne (blurb)

Bruce's head hit your lap; his lower body was on the ground. You could smell the strong liquor on his breath. "Hey, babe," said Bruce. He gazed into your eyes. Love filled his expression as he crashed his lips against yours. You pulled away after a few seconds. His arms trailed up your upper back. "Can you take me home, darling?" he asked, his hand cupping your cheek. Warmth radiated off his hand. You tilted your head, leaning in, your foreheads touching. "I love you," you whispered with gentleness. "Mrs. Wayne," he muttered and slid a ring on your finger.

"Can you take me home?" (orig fanfic prompt post)

I, like the fanfic writer I am, decided to make myself do a fanfic challenge. I'm basically going to write a fanfic per prompt from @/creativepromptsforwriting

I'm doing this because I want to write more fics and because I want to test my skills 🤩

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Could you do one where the reader had been in a relationship with Hunter before being taken with Omega on Tantiss. Now that they're reunited, Hunter realizes that he wants to marry the reader?

With a little bit of Wrecker and Crosshair friendly teasing Hunter.

Marry Me?

Hunter x Reader

Summary- After an insufferable separation from you, Hunter realizes his true feelings. That he never wants to be apart from you- that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Part Two right here! Part Three right here!

A/N- SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF THE BAD BATCH!!!! You have been warned! Thank you so much for requesting babes! Hope you like it! <3 <3

Word Count- 1,755

Beautiful Screen Shot by @isthereanechoinhere96

"Omega... It's- It's been months. We don't even know if they're still aliv-"

You felt shame rise up in your chest when you agreed with Crosshair. He was right, time had gone by slowly and there was no way of knowing if Hunter and Wrecker were alive. Your sweet sweet Hunter. The man who only showed he heart for the people he deeply loved. You were lucky to be one of them.

"They'll be there." Omega stated. She was so sure... but all you could think about were the doubts. Omega was always able to be more trusting and optimistic than you. Constant fear of losing your family limited you severely.

You swallowed deeply and looked down to Omega, pushing your anxieties down. "They will be." Were you trying to convince Crosshair or yourself?

The next few minutes of hyper-space felt like days. You were so eager. Everything was either going to get a million times worse, or a million times better.

Omega guided the ship to a remote planet you had never heard of, a deep blue over taking you.

Picking at your nails nervously, you stood- ready to depart. Crosshair noticed this and eyed you. He was nervous as well, but for different reasons.

You almost sobbed when you saw the Marauder in the distance. Hope bubbled in your chest, all thoughts of doubt escaped you.

The second the door lowered with a steam, Omega ran out of the ship. You followed her quickly behind.

She stopped at the mid-point between the ships. Wrecker slowly exited the Marauder, "Now there's a sight!"

You laughed, the tension dissipated. Omega ran to him and Wrecker picked her up, spinning around. "Wrecker!" She responded.

The sight made tears of joy fall. To see Omega so happy was enough for you.

"And I wasn't even sure your message was real!" Wrecker half-joked, still holding Omega up.

"Wrecker, I knew you'd show up!" Her words made your ears ring, did Hunter show up? Well, of course he did! That would be dumb for him to leave Wrecker... Unless, unless he wasn't alive to leave.

Your brain ran wild, why hadn't Hunter come out yet? It was almost as if Wrecker read your mind, he rested a hand on your shoulder after lowering Omega.

Just then, another set of footsteps came out. Hunter skipped steps to get to you and Omega.

Your hands shot up to cover your gasp, tears falling fast now. Omega got to Hunter first- you knew she needed it more.

He crouched down and hugged Omega deeply, his words drowned out. What you did make out was him saying your name, an arm stretched out for you and an arm holding Omega tightly.

You met him as fast as your feet would let you. "Hunter..." You whispered, face immediately meeting his neck as he pulled you close.

His arm pulled you in, crushing you against him in a pleasant way.

He pulled back to pepper your face with kisses, then a deep one on the lips. A few of your tears dripped onto his face, mixing with his own.

Omega giggled and pulled on your arm, you pulled back to let her back in on the hug. All three of you were lifted when Wreckers arms grasped around the bunch of you.

Wrecker pulled everyone up, making the embrace tighter. It was like your perfect little family was back again.

That night, after abandoning the empire's ship, was filled with more hugs, catching up, tears, and awkward conversations with Crosshair. You couldn't have wished for anything better. Your family, all in one place. Save for Echo, but you learnt he was safe with Rex- that made you smile.

You helped Omega settle into her room. You noticed too many yawns and drifting off, she was worn out emotionally and physically.

You spoke with her softly, reminding her everyone would still be here in the morning. Picking up Lula, her doll, and tucking it under her arm gave out the last yawn.

"Can I talk to Hunter?" She questioned with big eyes.

"Of course, baby. I'll be right back" You pet her hair back and left to go retrieve him.

You stopped when you saw him, Crosshair, and Wrecker whispering in the cock-pit.

"Ahaha! Be a man, just ask!" Wrecker said as he patted Hunters back harshly. Ask who? What would he have to 'be a man' about?

"If you say it any louder he won't have to..." Crosshair remarked.

"Oh! Sooorry." Wrecker dragged out.

"Both of you hush, I'll do it when I feel the time is right." Hunter spoke, his husky voice immediately filling you with warmth.

"You got this!" Wrecker exclaimed again, this time he earned a "Shhh!" from both Hunter and Crosshair.

You slowly entered the cock-pit, this time making your appearance known.

"Oh! Hello!" Wrecker greeted loudly, signalling to Hunter you were in the room. Hunter just sighed and shook his head.

You were curious about the conversation, but thought it might not be any of your business.

Smiling, you started, "Omega wants you to finish putting her to bed, Hunter." The way his face lit up had you star-struck. Almost like he couldn't believe she wanted him. "Thank you."

He nodded and headed her way, a hand cupping and maneuvering around your waist as he passed you. His subtle but frequent small touches warmed your heart.

You took a seat in the co-pilot chair, swiveling to look at Crosshair and Wrecker. Both looked down at you with crossed arms and smug looks.

"What?" You wondered if there was something on your face, or if you just took someones spot.

"Nooothing, we will be heading off to sleep now. RIGHT Crosshair?" Wrecker spoke in a suspicious voice, elbowing him in the side. Crosshiar grunted but agreed, leaving you alone.

Weird.

But then again, nothing was normal on this ship.

You took this time to lean back and take a few minutes of rest alone. It was nice being able to relax by yourself, knowing everyone was safe.

After a handful of minutes, Hunter made his way back from Omega. He took the seat next to yours, turning to face you.

"How are you doing?" You asked, sparking conversation.

"Fine, I'm just happy you guys are here... I keep thinking i'm going to blink and you'll both be gone..." His words shook at the end. You sat up, understanding the seriousness of the conversation.

"Hunter, Omega and I are alive and safe. We are here and we are not going anywhere." You rose and stood between his legs, hands cupping his face.

He looked up at you, tears filling his eyes slowly.

"What if I can't protect you two again?" He brought up a hand to rest at your hip, the other on his leg.

You rested your forehead against his, "That was a freak accident, baby. No one could have stopped that. Now we have Crosshair, Batcher, and we are ready for anything. We will keep Omega from the Empire. I promise."

He took a deep breath in, like he had just decided something.

He started by saying your name, "You always know just what to say. I wish I had that ability..." He closed his eyes and breathed you in for a moment, then he spoke again. "When... When we were apart I was so lost."

"I kno-"

"No, I don't think you understand. I couldn't think of anything but you and Omega. I was so broken without you." He repeated your name.

"I-I never want you to be away from me again." His voice got huskier as he spoke, and your legs felt like jello. You just looked at him deeply, nodding.

He started for a second time with a shaky breath, "No one can take you from me again. I will claw my way back to you every damn time." He nods his head up, brushing his nose to the side of your cheek with closed eyes.

You let him speak, even when your mind was flowing with your own comments, "It- The distance, made me realize. There is no one that can compare to you. No other woman I would ever want to be with."

Ah, so that is what they were talking about. You smiled big, awaiting the special phrase.

Tears filled your eyes with his words, he was speaking as raw as he was capable of.

"I can't promise you money or luxury, but I will spend every waking hour fighting to make you happy. Fighting to keep you safe." He pulls back, steadying you with both hands on your hips.

You take in a teary breath to speak, but he cuts you off. "Don't say anything yet, just- Wait here, just a second." He stands, reaching to Crosshair's old storage compartment.

He rushes back with a small box. You raise your hands to cup your own face, bright red. He lowered onto one knee, right in the middle of the cock-pit

"Please, for my own sanity and happiness, will you marry me?" He asks.

"Yes. Yes Hunter, there are no other words than yes." You fall down onto him, arms grasping around his neck.

He lets out a sigh of relief like you'd ever say 'no.'

"Thank you, oh thank you." He whispers into your neck, holding you tight. He only pulls back slightly to kiss you. A kiss so deep and full of emotions your head spun. You just held him, never wanting to let go.

It felt like time stopped, just for you two. Just for a clone trooper and a small girl...

"I never planned on you..." He broke the silence, head placed on top of yours. "But I- you were so damn perfect. Too perfect." You gave a small laugh, looking up to see his handsome face.

You rested a hand on his tattoo, thumbing it. "Hunter, if anyone is perfect it's you. You have so much love for me and Omega... How do you do it?"

"I manage." He smirked, leaning down to smell your hair. Something he used to do frequently when you snuggled in the past.

"Am I now Mrs. Hunter? Or is it Mrs. Trooper?" You joked, pulling back to sit fully on the ship floor. Your hands still filled with his much larger ones.

He smiled at you, another reminder on why he loved you so much. "We can figure out all the fine details later... Just let me kiss you again..."

So, you did.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I loved writing this one, I hope it turned out as good as I thought! Sorry It took me longer to post than usual, I was pretty busy this past week. As always, i'm open to constructive criticism!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[mocchiixxx]

Seventeen's Ways of Saying 'I Do' Series# | 09 : Processing… Error 404.

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Playful Romance

Kim Mingyu x Reader

Summary: You jokingly tell Mingyu that you like his last name and ask if you can have it. Instead of teasing you back or getting embarrassed, he takes it very seriously—resulting in pure chaos as he scrambles to process what just happened.

You and Mingyu are in the kitchen, attempting to bake cookies together. Well—. you’re attempting. Mingyu, on the other hand, is covered in flour, looking like he just barely survived a food fight.

You watch as he struggles to measure the sugar correctly, tongue poking out in concentration. Feeling mischievous, you casually blurt out, "I like your last name. Can I have it?"

The moment the words leave your mouth, Mingyu freezes.

Like, completely stops moving.

His hand, mid-pour, remains suspended in the air. His eyes widen comically, and you swear you can hear the gears in his brain screeching to a halt.

You bite back a laugh. “Gyu?”

Silence.

Then, in the most panicked voice you’ve ever heard: “Wait, WHAT?!”

You snort. “I said—”

“I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID,” he yelps, nearly knocking over the sugar. “B-BUT—LIKE—ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind being called ‘Mrs. Kim,’ but—”

Mingyu squeaks.

You have never, in your life, heard a grown man squeak before, but here he is, looking like his soul just ascended. His face turns bright red as he aggressively fans himself with his flour-covered hands, leaving white streaks across his cheeks.

“OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!—” he mutters, pacing the kitchen like a man in crisis. “DO I GET A RING? DO I HAVE TO KNEEL? WAIT, DO I NEED TO CALL MY MOM—”

You double over laughing. “Mingyu, I was joking!”

He stops.

Looks at you.

Then dramatically clutches his chest like you just stabbed him.

“DON’T JOKE ABOUT THAT!” he cries. “MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE IT!”

You wipe away tears of laughter. “You should’ve seen your face!”

“OF COURSE I REACTED THAT WAY, YOU JUST LOW-KEY PROPOSED TO ME OVER COOKIES!”

You grin. “Well, what if I was serious?”

Mingyu blinks. His mouth opens— then closes. Then opens again.

Error 404. Kim Mingyu has stopped working.

After a few seconds, he blurts out, “Then I’d say yes. Obviously.”

…

Oh.

Now you’re the one buffering.

Mingyu smirks, crossing his arms. “What? You started it.”

Damn it. You just got Kim Mingyu-ed.

Bonus:

Later that night, you get a text from him.

Mingyu: Sooo… about earlier. If you were serious… do you want a big wedding or a small one? 🥺 You: KIM MINGYU, GO TO SLEEP. Mingyu: I CAN’T, I’M TOO EXCITED 😭

A/N: We all know he's a rapper-slash-yapper, so expect him to spam you with messages about this because he’s too excited to get it out of his head. You gave him the idea, now you have to deal with it. It’s cute, though, because if you tell him to stop, he’ll just pout.

[mk-wizard]

It's a follow up to this.

Hey, they got to test to see if the lipstick stays on lol! Plus, these two don't get enough love as a couple. For context, Optimus is significantly taller than Elita-One so he has to lift her up a bit in order to hold her like this.

[nice-and-accurate-fictions]

Weddings and marriage proposals

This list is only about weddings and proposals between Crowley and Aziraphale. I might make another list later with side characters weddings, just for fun. But for now, here you go.

Human AUs:

Courage (A Reverse Trope Story), by SpectrallyDistracted. Rated E, 30k. P. May 25.

This funny, deep, fluffy enemies to lovers human AU made me feel all the feels and ended safely on warm and fuzzy. Crowley and Aziraphale despise each other, but find themselves accompanying Maggie and Nina on holiday out of loyalty. It’s going to be a long week. Romantic and sexy, the fic explores the many ways courage can manifest, from the courage to recognise your mistakes to the courage to let yourself be vulnerable (and everything in between). Superfluffy ending.

My own fiction, Deluded, rated M, 27k. P. Apr 25.

Human AU rated M for Misunderstandings and Miscommunication (yeah, ok, and mature). Crowley agrees to go on a blind date with Aziraphale, but he doesn't really do dates. He tells as much to Aziraphale and leav... lea... leeeeeeavmmm... All right, stays, OK? I started off lighthearted, added a pinch of angst, skipped the smut, clumsily attempted some humour, and landed safely on fluff. These are literally the five themes of the five chapters.

There Was Never A Dream To Compare, by On1OccasionFork. Rated T, 3k. P, May 25.

A Sequel to Our Homeward Steps Were Just As Light, this fic touched me just as deeply. It’s no secret that I’m partial to young master Warlock, and this fic is narrated in his POV, although in a human AU version of our Ineffables. This story is tender and delicate, it exudes love in all its different forms and it just makes you want to hold on to things. And to people. And I’m not crying, YOU ARE! But dry away those tears, this story has a happy ending!

Married At First Sight, by Aracloptia. Rated T, 146k. P. Dec 23.

A new classic! I doubt anyone reading these lists might have missed this fic, but let me tell you how much I loved it anyway! As the title suggests, Aziraphale and Crowley take part in the reality Married At First Sight. It's hate at first sight for our two heroes, unfortunately, but the slow burn that follows must be one of the sweetest things I've read in fiction. Crowley and Aziraphale both come a long way to understand each other and let their guard down, and the whole process is just marvelous to witness. And, no, I've never watched a single episode of the show Married At First Sight either, you really don't need to on order to enjoy this fabulous fiction. Lovely array of side characters to top it all!

In-universe:

One Perfect Day by PirateFanatic. Rated T, 4k. P. Oct 23.

Canon universe story where Crowley and Aziraphale are safe. In fact, they are about to go to a wedding. As Aziraphale dresses up, Crowley moans that he doesn't want to go, but Aziraphale doesn't give him a choice. And, in the words of the writer, with good reason.

The Exponent Of Breath, by possibilityleft. Rated T, 8k. P. Oct 24.

This is another absolute gem that I loved so much this month! It shows us moments in time when Aziraphale and Crowley have attended weddings. It's a mix of past, future, better times, warm feelings and happiness. Deep and beautiful. Some fictions you can clearly put it into words why you liked them, and some just speak to you at a deeper level, they just touch something inside you, and this is one of those.

[typicalopposite]

Oh I should not be thinking about marriage proposals for a couple we have no confirmation will be long term…

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut…

Imagine with me, if you will, Buck getting ready for a date with Tommy and there’s a knock on his door. It’s Eddie and— and he’s holding a—

“What’s with the clipboard,” Buck laughs. Eddie flicks his eyes up from where he is busy scribbling something that Buck tries to see but Eddie pulls the clipboard up so he can’t.

“You… are late,” Eddie responds — matter of factly, albeit nonsensically because… late for what? Before he can ask, Eddie swoops the pen around elegantly like he does with his signature and then tucks the board under his arm. “Let’s go.”

And then they are off on a very wild (very confusing for poor Buck) adventure of Buck being passed — with the constantly hidden from his eyes clipboard — from person to person and place to place until he finally ends up at the 118 with Athena who hands the clipboard one last time to Bobby and after some sentimental fatherly speech he gives it to Buck.

On it is a picture frame boarder and what everyone had been scribbling the whole time were their signature and little messages. In the middle where a picture would go it just says turn around.

Buck does and there’s Tommy down on one knee and his whole entire family (his whole entire world) is watching as one of the happiest days of Bucks life unfolds.

And of course he says Yes!

And yeah…. Imma need to get a google doc going for this because it’s made me feel all soft inside!

[staytrueblue]

Part 1: not all who wander are lost

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Reader. tags: amnesia. established relationship. memory loss. happy ending (I promise) wc: 1019

Christmas music, the crinkling of wrapping paper, and the scent of musky perfume consumed Kyles’ senses as he waited for the salesperson in front of him to complete their work.

He prides himself on his patience; the ability to lay and watch through a sniper scope for days was arguably unmatched. But as the older woman carefully folded the edges of the sparkling paper around the box, pressing in each corner gently he felt like he was being tested.

Feeling himself start to fade he watches her work with glazed eyes. Now a measuring tape was being pulled out to adjust the length of the sparkly white ribbon that soon began to twist and wrap around the small box. Rushing white noise enveloped him.

“...Garrick?..Mr. Garrick? Sir?”

Kyle blinks, and the woman in front of him slowly comes into focus. Her forehead tense with concern, further creasing her already lined face. Barbara, her name tag helpfully stated, was holding out the pristinely wrapped present to him.

“Thanks love.” His mouth helpfully supplies as he slips the package into his inner jacket pocket, pulling his wallet from his jeans.

Barbara smiles, tilting her head in confusion as he pulls out his card, “You’ve…it’s already been paid for sir.

He blinks at her, fighting to pull the memory of the purchase forward. The season is busy, amongst everything not remembering an already paid purchase is the last of his concerns.

“Happy Christmas.” He murmurs, shoving his wallet back into his pocket. Bing Crosby croons through the overhead speakers as he makes his way through the maze of shoppers to escape into the outside. Finally breathing in the scent of pine and mulled wine he blew into his hands, willing them to warm against the winter chill.

“Kyle!”

He twists toward it, your familiar voice above the noise of the crowd and the distant jingle of bells, finding him. It wasn’t hard for him to seek you out among the people.

With a big grin on your face, cheeks rosy and bright you jumped on your toes waving at him. Kyle couldn’t help but smile as the red thick scarf burying you to your chin bounced along with your movement.

He shoulders by shoppers and tourists, meeting you halfway. He loops your arm through his as you begin to pull in the direction of some paddocks. “Look at them!” Your excited chirp emphasized your motion toward reindeer, brought in for an authentic Christmas experience.

Smiling he felt the small package pressing into his side as you clung to him. “Let’s see if they let you pet them love.” Smiling at your squeals of delight he presses a kiss on top of your head and pulls you closer to him, feeling his heart bursting full of adoration.

Traumatic Brain Injuries were weekly if not daily in the special forces, yet the entirety of the military has elected that an intervention or supportive medical assistance was not considered a priority for their soldiers, veterans, or otherwise. Leaving loved ones, law enforcement, and homeless shelters to deal with the cleanup.

It’s only been six months since Kyle was medically discharged and diagnosed with a TBI. He considered himself the luckiest man in the world to have you; you have been so understanding, so sweet, and yet firm when he needed you to be. Through brain-strengthening tests, games, and physical therapy you have been a steady presence in his healing.

It’s always felt natural with you. At this point, you had been together for three years, and Kyle couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else.

Heart thudding in his chest he felt the weight of the small package in his pocket. If he could wait this long he could wait a little bit more.

—

It is going to be perfect, he has timed it perfectly. The hike had been long and draining, but as you both made it to the last hill he could see the bright red sunrise peeking over the top.

Calls from morning birds and chirps from hidden forest creatures filled the silence as you set down your bag on the flat rock of the mountain. Kyle set his own next to yours as you approach the edge of the rocks, oo, and ahhing at the view of the mountain and sunrise.

Kyle pulls out the small box he had purchased months ago. He hopes you can forgive him for dragging you up the mountain so early, pulling you from your warm bed. He had thought a lot about where he would want to propose but realized all he really wanted was just to be with you.

You turn, eyes bright and cheeks glowing from the exertion and morning air, mouth opening to likely urge him to come closer when you see him.

Kyle kneels on one knee, willing his voice not to crack as he sees the realization on your face. Your hand covers your mouth slowly, not even looking at the ring he was offering but into his eyes as yours sparkle with unshed tears.

The box cupped in his hand trembled as he held back his own, willing his voice to be strong. “You have been my strength and my love since the moment I met you. There is nothing more I want in this world but to spend forever with you. Will you do me the greatest honor in marrying me?”

“Yes. Oh, Kyle yes of course!”

There was no hesitation as you accept his proposal. He slips the ring on your finger, hands shaking, the sunrise casting you both in a reddish hue.

You cling together in celebration and love, the sun rising in the distance casts the red away making the sky above brighter and brighter and brighter until Kyle forces his eyes shut against the light.

White noise rushes through his ears, filling his thoughts, and overwhelming his hearing.

His muscles lose strength, you slip from his arms.

He trips through light and sound as he reaches for you.

Distantly he hears your voice calling out to him, he stretches further, grasping at air until…..

Silence.

Part 2