can i marry him is that ok

can we just take a moment to appreciate this character and relationship development like when cas was first introduced on the show dean would insult him and he’d just tilt his head with a look of confusion like “humans are so strange” and now he’s been married to dean for 8 years so when dean insults him it’s like “fuck u dean at least i don’t look like a lumberjack guess ur sleeping on the couch tonight" and that’s just so beautiful


OK but like a genre staple of Romance Anime is that when The Love Interest touches The Love Interestee unexpectedly, the Love Interestee immediately touches the spot The Love Interest touched because it left you with Tingles and Fuzzies and Warms and Doki Dokis?

also i’ve watched this scene 25 billion times and I can attest that Victor’s breath hitches when Yuuri headbutts him and if that’s not love i don’t know what is

Musical Kuroshitsuji: Noah’s Ark Circus (Dress Rehearsal Clip 2)

Teruma as William T. Spears Suit

I’m just sitting here
dreamily staring at him
Teruma I’m so proud ;w;


so ever since i was a little kid i had this idea that the Hero of Time, despite all his adventuring, would want to settle down and live a quiet life afterward.

i can totally see him as the type of dude to just want to hang out with horses all day long. not a princess-marrying type, if you get what i mean. 

(i’ve had a lot of time to think about this ok)


Stiles x Reader

Requested by @niawoods


“Stiles this is so far out of town!” You sighed and Stiles glanced at you as the Jeep bumped over the dirt road.

“Look ok, it’s out of the way but it’s bigger than the apartment, you remember what you told me when you agreed to move in with me right?” Stiles asked and pulled up outside a large house.

“You gotta get us a decent place.” You sighed. “But this looks… ok I guess.” You admitted.

“Well it needs a bit of work and we’ll probably have to rent some of the rooms until we can… you know…”

“You’re sure we can do it?” You asked gently and Stiles nodded as he helped you up the badly pathed front path and into the building.

“Can I ask you something?” Stiles asked nervously and you turned to find him down on one knee with a dopey grin on his face despite looking so nervous he might faint. “Will you marry me?”

Things I will be oke with Yuuri ending:

•his singles career so him and Viktor can skate pairs
•their engagement by getting married
•Viktor coaching him so they can be #relationshipgoals by training and competing together

Punish Me [a James March smut]

Request: Can u please make a James March imagine where he’s married to the reader & someone flirts with her & she goes along with it to tease him & he takes her back to their room & “punishes” her for seducing other men ? (You’re the best page on tumblr ILY.)

a/n: ok so i did smut, first time writing it so tell me if its good or nah and i might do more REQUEST CLOSED


Recently your sex life with James has been nonexistent. He’s been too busy mentoring John to even have a nice dinner with you. Tonight is the last straw. He hasn’t shown up yet and you can’t take anymore. You grab your ruby red shawl, draping it around your shoulders while you descend down the golden staircase to the lobby. A handsome man stares at you, smiling, and begins to walk towards you.

He hands you a shot glass, which you gladly accept. “I saw you from across the room and I just had to come talk to you.” He flashes his sparkling teeth, sitting down next to you. His jawline isn’t as sharp as James’, nor is his eyes the same, instead a mix between blue and green. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks, putting his hand on top of yours.

“Y/N. And you, handsome?” You flirt back, moving your hand out of his and taking a chug of your shot. Your hand rests on his wrist as he tells you his name, slowly inching up his gray suit sleeve; his eyes follow your every move, watching with a smirk. “What would you say about going to your room to get to know each other?” You wink. He’s not your husband but you can’t help it, you need some release.

Before the man can answer, your husband towers over the two of you. His face is bright red and his brown eyes are a shade darker, appearing black. “I would highly appreciate if I could speak to MY wife in private.” He fumes, ripping your hand from the man’s suit and dragging you to the elevator. Teasingly, you wave your fingers over your shoulder; James rolls his eyes, shoving you in the small space. “When the doors open, I want you in our room, do you understand, dearest?” He purrs in your ear; you nod, sashaying out of the doors.

As you strut down the hallway, you make sure to sway your hips, smirking when you get in the room. Not even a minute later, the tan door slams behind James. His dress shoes pad on the carpet and he looks at you like an animal about to attack his prey. You cross your legs, sitting on the plush bed.

He peers down, pushing you back on the mattress forcefully. “Now, Mrs. March, what have I told you about seducing other men?” He grunts, running his big hands up your body; you gasp when his fingers plunge in between your breasts, ripping your black dress. A smirk tickles his lips, seeing you fully naked.

Whimpering while his nimble fingers hover above your breasts, you arch your back, aching for contact. “Not to.” You breath, raking your hands down his brown vest, popping the gold buttons.  “James, please, I need-” You gasp, feeling one of his long fingers dig into your sex.

Smacking your hand away, he tsks you, puckering his lips. The finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion and you cry out, balling the satin sheets in your fists. “You have been a very, very naughty girl. Disobeying my orders, flirting with other men in my presence… Tonight you will not touch me unless told otherwise,  or I will tie you to the bed and leave you, understood?” He snarls, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood; you scream, nodding. “Use your words, darling.”

“Yes, Mr. March!” You moan as he smacks your thigh. He smirks; loving the way his name drips from your lips. Ducking his head, he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth and sucking your juices. After they’re clean, they latch onto your hips tight enough to create bruises. His tongue soon collides with your pussy, licking a long stripe up the center.

Out of habit, your hand flies to his hair, tugging on the short black curls. His tongue retracts in his mouth and he peers up at you through his thick lashes. “Darling, you disobeyed me again tonight.” He sighs, standing up on his knees; you shake your head. “Ah, what a shame;  I was enjoying myself…” He grunts, undoing his ascot from his neck and grabbing your wrist. You struggle, pulling away from the bedpost. “Alas, I warned you, did I not?” He groans, slamming your wrist to the wood and tying it.

You pout, other hand cupping his groin, making his breath hitch. Palming him, he grows aroused, leaning on the bedpost. “Am I being naughty to Mr. March? Is he going to punish me? Hmm?” You smirk, batting your eyelashes as you unzip his trousers. He glares at you, watching you pull his pants down, letting his cock spring free; hard as fuck. “It looks like he wants me just as bad as I want him, does he not?” You mock, wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it once.

James moans, letting your wrist go. He lines up with your core, ramming into you at a fast pace, not giving any time to adjust to his size. A scream escapes from your lips and you tear his white dress shirt off, so you can drag your nails down his muscular back, surely leaving bright red marks. Sweat forms on his forehead with each thrust, slowly becoming sloppy. “You-are-mine!” He grunts, out of breath.

Whimpers leave your mouth while he empties inside you; his fluid mixing with yours. “James!” You shout; he thrusts into you one last time before pulling out. You both lay beside each other, gazing at the ceiling. “Mrs. March needed you to sex her up.” You pant as your husband smirks. Score one for James Patrick March.

  • me after finishing a kdrama: this is my favourite drama ever nothing can top this
  • me after finishing a kdrama: help I've fallen in love with the actor
  • me after finishing a kdrama: help I've fallen in love with a fictional character
  • me after finishing a kdrama: so where does my life go from here

anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons of the reactions of the RFA when a small child goes up to them and proposes to them with a bunch of picked flowers?

Yoosung: He stops and blinks and starts blushing, because it took him so off guard and he does feel flattered. “M-me? You mean… ME?! REALLY? Are you sure?!” stop screaming, you’re going to scare the child away, Yoosung. Who’s the kiddo here? “S-sorry, but… uhm… don’t look at me like that– OK FINE, YES!” he could never forgive himself if he made that kid cry, but he can’t actually agree to marrying A CHILD, can he? He’s so overwhelmed, poor boy.

Zen: Chuckles and kneels down to their level, accepting the flowers with the sweetest “Thank you, little prince/princess. I’ll make sure to take good care of these” and he takes one flower – the prettiest – from the small bouquet he was just given and hands it back to the child. He’s not an actor for no reason, so he half plays along, there’s no harm meant and/or done in it. “Keep one. Effort needs to be rewarded. ”

Jaehee: She’s so in awe, children are so pure and sweet, it really warms her heart and her entire expression brightens into this beautiful smile. “Do you even know what exactly that means?” she chuckles, finding it so endearing to hear “Marry me!” from a little child. “It is a little early for that, don’t you think? But one day someone will be so happy to say yes to those exact words and that person who gets to be with you then will be so lucky.”

Jumin: He’s confused mostly. “Well… That’s pretty quick.” It might sound cold, but he’s learned to tune into a Prince Charming vibe for many business meetings and conversations with clients and work partners before, so not wanting to disappoint the child, he puts on a small smile. He crouches down slightly and places a hand on top of the kids head. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.” and if the kid’s gonna be sad, he’ll point to the flowers and say “don’t fret. Listen, flowers last much longer if you smile at them.” to cheer the little one up.

Seven: He gasps, really overly dramatic and he fakes to tear up. “Oh my!” he bawls, holding the small bouquet to his chest firmly. “I thought you’d never ask! Ahh, they’re so pretty and smell so nice, too.” Just seeing the child giggle at his overjoy and super-excitement is worth it all. He can’t help but to rumple up their hair too. “I’m looking forward to the giant cake at our wedding. What color do you think is best?”

“tumblr is full of crybabys crying about social justice” ok… i remember a few dudes….. screaming about tracer being gay,,,, demanding a refund,,, we’re the crybabys,, bc we don’t want a ship where one party turns the other into a weapon and has to save him from his old playboy self,, ri ght,, a healthy relationship between tracer and emily is much worse,, bc boys can’t marry their pixel wife,, we’re crybabies for demanding healthy ships,, and complaining when we don’t get em,,

Last points I swear: 

- my headcanon of Carlos having Aspergers is just stronger after this episode, you can pry it from my cold dead hands.

- Steve getting emotional at weddings oh boy he’ll be a mess if Janice gets married

- Nobody remembers Earl, someone please save him

- Deb’s entire part made me uncomfortable

- RIP Violet 

- Ok but is Donald literally a robot/biomachine, are they both machines? I?

- Josie, Dana, too pure, too good for this world

- ‘Throat surgery’

- Sam stop threatening to hurt Steve he is a good man who deserves a break

- Leonard being obviously bitter that he no longer has his job

- Cecil and Carlos both getting emotional like same

- Everything about Kevin and Lauren

Crowns Before Gowns!
  • Crowns Before Gowns!
  • labyrinthofleah

Hey guys remember this well guess what I finally finished making

Glenn: ok so we obvs know we can’t date/marry commoners it just wouldn’t work out
Keith: well duh
Joshua: that goes without saying
Glenn: no
Roberto: BROS OVER BLOODLINES *attempts to chest bump Glenn*
Glenn: stop
Edward: ~*~*~*Ah, my lady friend guest for this ball has arrived, like a beautiful bud bursting into brilliant blossom*~*~*~
Roberto: yeahhhhhh whatever he just said!
Glenn: ok so who is–
MC: hi
Keith: o//A//o
Joshua: >//n//<
Glenn: .//_//.
Wilfred: .//3//.
Roberto: O//W//O
Edward: ^//_//^
MC: *casual hair flip* v//3//v
Roberto: y'know what I totally takesies that backsies, it’s ladies over mati–
Keith: *shoves him out of the way* MOVE
Wilfred: *wheels by on a hoverboard, scoops MC up in a princess-carry and rolls off like a boss*
Edward: ~*~*~*oh dear*~*~*~
MC: >//w//o


In the 75th episode of ‘88 Osomatsu-Kun, there’s this super cute exchange between 50-year-old Osomatsu and Totoko. Despite the fact that Totoko can’t seem to remember what exactly Oso gave her, she seems determined to prove to him that he was always super sweet to her (and try and justify why she’d much rather be marrying him instead)!!

You can find the scene (plus the entire episode w/ the subs!) here!

shinmeganetenseiapocalypse  asked:

If not corrin, who would you put kaze with?

-slowly sips orange juice out of a wine glass-

I’m really tsundere about other Kaze ships. But I won’t and can’t deny Kaze/Azura is pure and good. And, IF ANYONE, I’d prolly put them 2gether (although if I do that I gotta take into account I’m making him a widow at the end of the game and fam do I want to do that??)

I didn’t have this much of a problem in FEA with Frederick, who was my main man there. Because Frederick had a TON of good supports with other people and a few OTPs that I liked just as much or even more than MU/Fred (like Nowi/Fred, Sumia/Fred ect)

With Kaze I don’t really have that? I mean I think he’s good with a lot of other characters, like I feel like he could have a good relationship with them, like with Elise, or Sakura or Felicia or Camilla. Even Rinkah. I actually really like him with Rinkah lol (Kaze also says some of the sweetest stuff ever in that S rank)

but if you bring up Corrin it’s like???? nothing else matters lol

anonymous asked:

ok but how would sasuke propose ?

im 100% sure ive talked about this before but i can’t find that post anymore so i’ll just do it again

They’ve been together for a few years, and Naruto is content with the way things are, but Sasuke feels like there is something missing. He wants more. He grew up with his idea of marriage being what his parents had. A union of love, shared between two people who chose eachother for who they were, and to him, marriage still feels like something special. To him, being married means making an eternal promise to your partner, that you’ll never leave them and that you’ll always be there for eachother, and that is something Sasuke really treasures. Especially when it comes to him and Naruto. It’s something he wants, but simultaneously also something that scares the absolute crap out of him. He’s already lost everything dear to him once, and even though it’s been years and the nightmares are few and far between nowadays, there’s still a small part of him that’s afraid something like that might happen again one day. The fear never really goes away, but even so, he still wants it. 

Naruto, however, has never really thought about marriage before. There was no one around him married when he was younger, so why would he? Sure, he knows what marriage is, and he’s seen married people happy together in the village, but he’s never given it any thought besides that (especially not in regards of his own love life) so he doesn’t really hold that much value to it. If you’re already with the person you love most in the world, then why would you need a piece of paper to prove it?? He just doesn’t really get it. 

So it starts with Sasuke carefully telling Naruto about his views on marriage, letting him know it’s something he’d ultimately want out of the relationship he has with the person he cares for the most, and slowly Naruto starts understanding what it means, at least to Sasuke, and he starts considering it for himself. With the way Sasuke is describing it, it really does sound like something beautiful, something just for them, something he would definitely want for him and Sasuke. 

It’s three weeks later, and they’ve talked about it a few more times in the meantime, and Sasuke feels like now is the time to ask. The more they talk about marriage, the more he feels like it’s starting to become something Naruto wants as well, and he feels like now would be the right time to take the chance. He has his old hitai-ate melted down into two rings,  one with the Uchiha clan symbol engraved into it for Naruto, and one with the Uzumaki clan symbol engraved into it for him. He asks Naruto to join him at the old pier they used hang out at as children, and that’s where he asks his question. He doesn’t go down on one knee like he’s sure his father did for his mother, but instead sits next to Naruto at the end of the pier, their fingers entangled on Naruto’s knee, and he carefully lets the rings slide down into Naruto’s lap. 

At first, Naruto doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the rings in his lap, and Sasuke feels his throat closing up. What if this was all a big misunderstanding? What if this really wasn’t something Naruto wanted after all and he’d said no? But then Naruto carefully untangles his fingers from Sasukes’ to pick them up for closer inspection. He sees their clan symbols engraved on the insides, and he thinks about everything Sasuke told him about his view on marriage, and suddenly he can’t stop the big smile from creeping up on his face anymore. He wants this, just as badly as Sasuke does. 

He grabs Sasuke by the hand, and janks him up to his feet. “Put mine on me! And let me put yours on you!” And they do, Sasuke still feeling a little shaky and weak in the knees from when time had seemed to crawl to a stop when he’d first slid the rings into Naruto’s lap and Naruto had only stared at them, but now they’re both looking at the rings on their fingers with wonder, and maybe a little bit of excitement, because this is really happening, they’re really getting married, and then suddenly Sasuke feels himself getting knocked back by a heavy ball of blond excitement, he feels his foot starting to slide off the edge of the pier and before he’s able to process what’s happening, they’re lying in the water together. 

‘You usuratonkachi’, is what he wants to say, but what comes out instead is one of the realest, most genuine laughs Naruto has ever heard from him, and Naruto can’t help but kiss him silly.

I love how people are so quick to call Anora a bitch but conveniently forget that:

1-Alistair can be childish and naive and actually DOES turn out to be a crappy king if you don’t harden him, so she was actually right about being her being the best choice for the throne since she’s been running the thing for 5 freaking years, but nooooooooooo, Alistair is always the paragon of virtue (and I’m saying this even when I always marry them)

2-Even if she does recognize what he did was wrong, she’s still bummed about going against her father cause he’s, y’know, her father. She’s not exactly in a good situation, because either she’s stands with Loghain (who isn’t the most stable person at the moment) or she sides against him, which will almost certainly end with him dying.

anonymous asked:

If you are going to write arranged marriage hc you can make like that newt actually loves reader but she hates him(I'm the same anon)

Ok! Sorry for the wait! Also, I changed it just a bit! Hope that’s ok. Also, this is seriously my favorite fic I’ve written! Ugh…it gives me feels.

Master list

Imagine: Being in an arranged marriage with Newt.

Originally posted by wishfulromancing

Originally posted by sirredmayne

“But, I don’t want to marry him Rosie.” Your voice cracked at the end of your words, heart heavy in your chest at the thought of marrying a complete stranger. But, your sister, ever the happy one, simply smiled.

“Oh, don’t be dreary Y/N. You think father would match you up with some blaggerd?”

You trusted your father, with everything, but losing your free will was not something to be happy for. It seems your hand was a high price, and the Scamander family paid it in full. Rosie tied up the back of your dress, fluffing out the bottom, and looking up at you.

“There. You look so lovely! I dare say Mr. Scamander won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”

It was a dinner event in a few minutes, and on this day it would seem you’d be meeting your betrothed for the first time. A simple meeting before the wedding that was supposed to take place in a month. Your future was set before you, and yet it wasn’t something you wanted. This isn’t how you imagined falling in love, better yet it wasn’t even a promise there’d be love involved at all.

“Rosie…the man fancies himself a magizoologist. Whatever that is, I believe he made that title up.”

Your sister giggled at your cruelties, rolling her eyes and pinching your cheeks to create a blush. “Now be kind, sister. He’s actually the most prominent one in the beasts division at the ministry.”

“Rosie, he’s the only one…”

“Well, still. Better to be the best by yourself than the worst in the bunch.”

A smile formed on your features, and you pushed your sisters fussy hands away. “I’ll meet him. But, I won’t marry him.”

“Well, you’ll do as you please as you always do, Y/N. I, on the other hand, have heard quite the rumors about his older brother, Theseus. I hear he’s very handsome.”

Your sister trailed off about the older Scamander, and you couldn’t help but smile. If anything, her gaining some happiness from this situation was more than enough reason to just deal with tonight. She left the room, and you followed a bit after, entering the dining hall with a sense of dread. Every step closer to it, took you that much nearer to the future.

“Ah! My dear daughter!”

Your father, and the rest of the men stood from their chairs, awaiting your entrance. You smiled softly, not looking up because you were frightened of which man in here was your husband to be. Rosie motioned for you to sit next to her, and it was at least comforting to be next to a familiar face. With a sigh you sat down, looking up when a woman with red hair leaned over the table towards you. She was pretty, a slight bit older, but still ever the bit happy.

“Oh, my darling! I’ve been dying to meet you. I’m Your future mother in law!”

She clapped happily, taking your hand in hers as she stared at you. She was rather excited, and you’d be lying if you said her enthusiasm wasn’t contagious.

“My dear boy has been eager to meet you.”

At her words your heart fell, and you gathered as much courage as you could to ask. “Um…may I ask which one is your-”

She cut you off, pointing her butter knife towards a young, handsome brooding man at the end of the table.

“That is my oldest, and darling son, Theseus.”

Rosie leaned over to you, cupping a hand over her mouth as she whispered. “Isn’t he handsome, Y/N? Oh I believe he’d make a fine husband for me.”

A feeing of relief washed over you, for a moment you had believed him to be your fiancé. And as handsome as he was, his demeanor was rather off putting. You smiled at Rosie, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Go and talk to him.”

She did just that, hugging you tightly before excusing herself and heading in his direction. Just as you were going to ask about your fiancé, the doors to the dining hall flew open, and a young, handsome man stood there. His suit was of fine make, and his reddish brown hair was slicked back just enough to show off his features. He had a very freckled face, and you’d dare say he was a gentleman if not for the crooked bow tie he had on.

“Oh! My dear, Newton!”

Mrs. Scamander stood up, walking over to her son and kissing his cheek. Newton smiled back, fighting off his mother’s incessant affections.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too, mother.”

Your father walked passed you, holding his arms out as he went and shook the man’s hand. Newton’s eyes looked upon your father, and you couldn’t stop yourself from noticing how delightfully green his gaze was, sparkling brightly against the rays of sun that seeped through the windows.

Newton shook his hand quickly, scratching at his head as he spoke. “Forgive my tardiness…I was chasing my Niffler. Um, please excuse the mess in your ballroom, sir…I believe the chandelier might need some mending.”

Yet, your father hardly seemed to care for such things. He just laughed, and patted the man on the back and held his arm out towards you.

“Newton, allow me to introduce my daughter, Y/N.”

You felt the world crashing down on you, all the attention now on you as you slowly got up from your chair. The wobble of your knees betrayed the calm look you had, but you managed to stop just in front of Newton. His charming gaze met yours, and in that second your heart stopped. Maybe it was the few sips of champagne you had, but you ventured a guess that he felt the same that second.

“It’s a…” Your mouth felt dry, and you sighed as you bit at your lip nervously. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scamander.” You held out your hand, waiting for a shake of his, and instead he just stared seemingly entranced by you.

His mother pushed him gently on the side, interrupting his thoughts. He shook his head, and grabbed your hand in his, but instead he flipped yours over, kissing the back of it gently.

“Um…yes, a pleasure.”

It would seem the whole room became quiet, all awaiting the first moments of love to take place. And you two just stood there, your hand still clutched in his. It was Rosie’s giggle that brought you back to reality, and you tore your hand away from his.

“Well, shall we eat?”

Your father’s voice filled the room, and everyone happily took their seats, conversation starting up again. Newton took his seat next to you, eyes never leaving your form. It was making you slightly uncomfortable, and yet your stomach would not seem to settle around him. A fine blush spread across your cheeks, and you glanced in his direction.

“Is there something amiss, Mr. Scamander?”

He looked away, embarrassed a bit at having been caught gawking. “ no.” He smiled, grabbing for his cup of champagne. “Forgive me. And please…Newt is fine.”

With a smile, you nodded at him mimicking his movements out of nerves and grabbing for your glass. “As you wish, Newt.”

He seemed happy with the change in titles, and he took a quick sip of his drink before engaging you in conversation.

“May I ask what it is you do?”

You turned the potatoes over on your plate, the realization that you’re a total stranger to him covering the attraction you felt when you saw him. With a bit of a rude tone you answered him.

“I’m set to be a professor at Hogwarts this semester. Potions.”

He didn’t seem worried with your tone, and he just smiled actually intrigued by your admission.

“Hogwarts is the finest wizarding school, I’m sure you’re proud to be-”

But, this polite conversation was getting to you, knowing you were talking to your future husband without so much as a say in the matter. You slammed your fork down, everyone’s eyes falling on you. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming, and you gripped the edges of your dress and rose from your chair.

“Excuse me.

Your father got up to trail after you, but Newt held his hand up. “No, please allow me.”

He rushed after you, calling out your name as you ran down the halls of your home. It wasn’t like you had a plan in mind, you just wanted away from it all.

“Leave me be, Mr. Scamander!”

But, he didn’t listen, he chased after you until your heeled feet couldn’t take much more. You kneeled down against the garden walls of the outside, tears welling in your eyes. His footsteps came closer, and you waved your arm at him, willing him away.

“Please, just go away…”

Newt kneeled down next to you, eyes filled with worry. “Y/N…”

“I don’t want to get married!”

His eyes softened, and he gave you a knowing smile as he wiped a tear away.

“Then we don’t have to.”

His words took a moment to settle, but you gazed up at him in shock. “Truly?”

Newt nodded, and he grabbed your hand in his as he spoke. “I need you to understand, my intentions were never meant to cause you any ill will. I agreed to this marriage for my mother’s sake…and I won’t pretend that I’m…” He looked deeply into your eyes, a blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “That I’m not, um, entranced by you Miss Y/N.”

You felt those familiar butterflies again, only this time you did not panic at their formation. His understanding meant everything to you right now, and you gripped his hand tighter in yours as he continued.

“I don’t expect you to love me, not now, maybe not ever…but, if you’ll allow me the chance…” He looked down, not wanting to look you in the eye as he spoke the last part. “If you’ll have me, then I’d like to get to know you. And if marriage is in the future then, I would be honored to be your husband.”

It wasn’t the proposal your parents were quite hoping for, but to you both it meant the world. You smiled through your tears, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek in gratitude. He returned your smile, and he rubbed the back of your hand with a soft comforting touch. “Then will you take me as a suitor?”

You giggled delightfully, nodding your head and whispering.


Happy Valentine’s Day!
A little gift art for @rukazaya-senpai ^^ <3

P/S: Waiting for the new chapter so I can swim across the ocean to “meet” you, ohohoohohoho~ [wink wink]