*writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
*witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
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*writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
— Jinnie would make the proposal like something out of a movie, or a romance novel. He would stress over proposing for months, and he would keep on postponing his plans. Once the boys began to notice, they would give him a pep talk, stating that there’s no way you could ever say no. Once he had the boys constantly boosting his confidence, Jin would feel a lot better and set an exact date. He would be really worried, but Jin wouldn’t let it show around you.
Jin would ask you on the date a week prior, and you of course said yes. The date would be at fancy, rooftop restaurant, and he would rent the entire balcony for just you two. You would have your suspicions, but you would push them aside and enjoy the night. There would be a tiny bit of wine, and lots of gourmet food. Jin would keep his hand in his pocket, gliding his thumb over the silky, velvet fabric that lined the box with your ring inside.
Once he would give a sweet speech about how much you meant to him, his nerves would drift away. His speech would remind him why he was doing all of this, and the answer was simple: he loved you. Once he got on one knee, he didn’t even ask before you screamed yes. You two would be a giggling mess, your hands shaking as he slid the ring on your left ring finger.
His proposal would be straight out of a fairytale; the kind of proposal that little kids dream about having. He’d make sure that the proposal was one you’d tell your grandchildren. He would want the proposal to make you feel like a prince(ss), and let me tell you – you definitely would.
YOONGI ( SUGA )
— Spontaneous! He would wake up in the middle of the night, beside you of course, and know that he had to propose. The thought would have crossed his mind a couple of times, but his head was demanding him to propose. You had talked about marriage a few times, but nothing too serious. He would wake you up and tell you to put shoes on, and after a few minutes of helping the sleepy you, you would leave your humble apartment.
Yoongi would take you to where your first date was, which really was just the park across from where you two live currently. He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as you tiredly held onto his arm, wearing his jacket and sweatpants. He would talk softly to you, knowing that you weren’t able to react swiftly at all in the dark at two am. He’d be super sweet and fluffy.
Since he had decided to propose minutes prior to the moment, he didn’t have a ring ready. He’d take your hands in his, look into your eyes, and take a deep breath. You would be confused, being that Yoongi rarely is soft with you in public. Even in the dim light, Yoongi would feel a bit conscious. He would want the moment to only be shared between the two of you, and he feared the press finding pictures and exploiting them.
Once Yoongi would ask, you would be a bit stunned. His heart would beat faster than it had his entire life, and a goofy smile would form on your face. He would be so excited once a yes escaped your lips, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You two definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep after that, only laying in bed and telling each other everything you adored about the other person.
HOSEOK ( JHOPE )
— This boy would have everything planned since the day he met you. He would have known since you two made eye contact, and the concept behind your proposal was simple to him. He wouldn’t stress, being that you two had constantly talked about marriage. He would know how much you loved him, being that you would take a million bullets for him. He wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer, and that’s why yours would be the most casual out of the seven.
He would be away on tour, and you would be at your shared apartment. The time on your laptop would read four am, but for Hobi it was eleven pm, and he had just finished a show with the boys. He would want to tell you everything, and staring at you through a screen hurt his little heart. He would see the exhaustion in your eyes, and how you wanted to hear him speak about his experiences. He would be unable to hold back any longer, and that’s when he would burst. Jungkook was there to witness it all.
“Will you marry me?” Hoseok laughed, interrupting his own story. Jungkook would scream in the same room as him, and you would jolt up. You wouldn’t expect it at all, especially then of all times. Jungkook would be cheering and clapping his hands as you covered your face. Hoseok wouldn’t feel worried the slightest bit, knowing your answer, not even needing to ask. You would nod, tears brimming in your eyes.
The next few seconds was him buying you a plane ticket and talking to the managers. You would end up joining him on tour, not leaving his side unless you absolutely had to. Hobi would be super soft, picking you a better ring than you could ever imagine.
BONUS: Jungkook would speak at your wedding about how he was there when Hobi proposed, and be the best, best man, standing closest to Hobi.
NAMJOON ( RAP MONSTER )
— Nerves. Namjoon would probably be the most nervous out of all of the boys. He would constantly remind himself how dominant your personality is, and how you wouldn’t hesitate to deny him. But on the other side of things, he would tell himself how supportive you are, and how you constantly care for him and the boys. You both loved each other more than the world would ever know or understand, and he had to assure himself that when it came to proposing.
Namjoon would set up a rooftop picnic on the rooftop of your apartment complex. He would get the consent of your landlord first, being that he didn’t want to get in trouble. Once he got the okay, he’d set up the entire place with the boys to make it look like a scene from a novella. The trees in the garden would be laced with fairy lights, and candles lined the area he had set up for the two of you. He even went far enough to gather a bunch of pictures from throughout your relationship and placed them in random spots.
Once the time came, he would be smiling as you talked about what happened during your day. He would be zoned in on you, almost forgetting what the objective of the night was. He would tell you his thoughts, which always made you laugh. Then, he’d ask you to get the last item out of the picnic basket. You thought it would be dessert or something, but instead it was a ring.
Namjoon would almost begin crying once he told you what you meant to him, but he held himself back. You would have tears in your eyes, holding the box in your hands. You hadn’t even opened it yet, but you felt as if you didn’t need to. Once Joonie said the words you both had been waiting for, you would say yes a thousand times. The night was full of high spirits, and you both couldn’t wipe the smiles from your faces.
— Jimin would be a bit worried, being that you tend to be shy whenever you talk about your future. The few times you two have spoken about marriage, you would always express your feelings openly. Because of your parents being divorced, you would be terrified of marriage. But with Jimin, things were so much different than it was for your parents. You had told him that, and those were the words repeating in his head as he was shopping for a ring. He brought Tae along, who was your best friend since birth.
The night would be planned out to perfection. He would want you to be as comfortable as possible, enlisting Jin to make the most formal dinner he could. He would have candles and roses set up all over your shared apartment, and the dining room would be decorated with all of your favorite things. He would have the ring connecting your chopsticks together, wrapped in a cloth that was to be used as a napkin.
Once you arrived home from work, he allowed you to change before you two were to eat. He helped you pick out your outfit, being that you didn’t know what to wear for the casual date. Once the two of you sat down, you would talk for a bit before even looking at the food Jin had prepared. He would be tapping his heel nervously the entire time. Once you began to get hungry, you went to go unwrap your chopsticks.
Tears immediately fell down your cheeks, and Jimin laughed joyously as he rushed to your side. You would cover your face that carried a smile, Jimin kneeling beside you. His hand would be on your thigh, a grin on his face as he told you everything he loved about you. From your cuddles, to your ambition, he listed everything on his mind. The follow up was the beloved question, which you immediately answered without hesitating, yes.
TAEHYUNG ( V )
— There was only one thing you loved even remotely close to Tae, and that was dogs! Taehyung had an easy time throwing the proposal together, from the ring to which puppy at the shelter. The boys would be super supportive, and even go as far as hiding the dog for two months. They would do anything to make sure Tae had everything perfect, and offer any suggestions they could give. Taehyung didn’t need any of their words of advice, but he still felt grateful for a supportive group of brothers.
You would wake up one morning to a dog licking your face. You would jump up and see Tae carrying a smile as he leaned against the doorway. Your expression was enough to completely swoon him more, if that was even possible. Tae would smile and stand back for a bit as you seemed to be the happiest you had ever been. Once he decided to step in, he changed his mind about the happiest he had ever seen you.
He would instruct you to open the note attached to the dogs collar, in which would instantly bring the biggest smile to your face. Taehyung would laugh at your expression as you read his handwriting, covering your mouth with your hand. In the note, he would explain why he loved you, and he even mentioned that he didn’t know all of the reasons. He just loved you because you were you.
The last sentence was cut off, and when you looked up to ask what it was about, Tae was standing in front of you holding a small box, its contents being a proposal ring. You would be utterly shocked, as Tae finished up the letter for you vocally. When he would pop the question, you wouldn’t wait one second before saying yes.
— Kookie’s would be the most planned out. He would be shaking from nerves, but when you asked him why, he calmed down. He saw the worry in your face as you questioned him, and that was enough to ease his worries. He would latch onto your hand, which always helped him. A smile would be on his face as the two of you walked through the decorated forest that the boys had all pulled together. Jungkook simply had to say what he dreamed of, and the other members put it all together for you guys.
Kookie would hum to himself as you gushed over how beautiful the scenery was. You loved everything about the spot, and Jungkook could see it in your eyes. He was definitely going to have to thank the boys, and he knew that he would do the same for them if they were in his shoes. He wanted the proposal to be an entire surprise, which explained why you two were dressed so casually.
Once you reached the top of the mountain together, Jungkook would turn to you with a smile. Then he would express his bunny feelings, explaining how the best day of his life was the day he met you. He wouldn’t allow you to interrupt, jokingly scolding you whenever you did. Your cheeks would be red from all of the compliments he gave you, and he would be a smiling mess. He had no doubts in his head when it came to you.
Once he asked you to marry him, you jumped in his arms. Startling Jungkook, he stumbled back a bit, chuckling. He hadn’t even pulled out the ring yet, but the answer was clear. You squeezed onto him for dear life, his arms wrapping around your waist. You would laugh, nodding. He would feel your beating heart in your chest sync up with his, and he knew that he wanted to never forget those few minutes.
Make out session with Levi story/headcannon thing?
This got so out of control, omg. And the best thing about writing for Levi is not only making y’all happy, but making mod Spookzz happy as well since Levi is her bae. Anyways, takes place in a modern AU where Levi is a lawyer. Enjoy, anon!
The sound of the lock turning and the jingle of a set of
keys forcefully shoved you out of the reverie you had fallen into and you
glanced at the door in anticipation. A large stack of papers sat untouched on
the coffee table, but you paid no heed to it, too invested in your apartment
door opening; or, rather, just who
was walking through it.
It was fairly obvious that Levi was exhausted. The bags
beneath his eyes were dark violet in color, which only indicated that he
probably hadn’t slept on his ten hour plane ride despite having his own private
quarters. “Tough flight?” you asked rhetorically, taking his jacket from over
his arm in order to hang it up in the coat closet.
“A shit show,” replied Levi as he wheeled his suitcase off
to a corner and walked into the kitchen area. If he was in no hurry to unpack
his clothes in case they were wrinkled, then it was super obvious that he had a hell of a time getting home. You
watched in silent awe for a split second as Levi’s arm muscles stretched
against his shirt’s fabric, the sleeves rolled over his forearms while he
rummaged through a cabinet, searching for something that you could only guess
was tea. It wasn’t uncommon for you to step back and admire your boyfriend’s
physique because you were fairly positive he was, single-handedly, the most
attractive man you ever laid eyes on in your entire life, but this was only
amplified by the fact that you had gone for two
whole months without being able to see him save for infrequent Skype calls.
You crossed your arms over your chest and reluctantly pried
your eyes away from his ass in favor of looking him in the eye. “Crying baby? Turbulence?”
you offered in slight amusement.
When Levi finished placing the kettle on the stove, he
braced his back on the counter and revealed, “No. Every time the flight
attendant saw me placing the cushion down on the chair to try and get some
sleep, she’d insist on doing it and tucking
me in like a fucking five year old.”
A chuckle escaped through your lips, only to grow into pure laughter at the thought of how grumpy Levi must have been at the poor woman
who was only trying to do her job. Levi hated
being touched by strangers, after all. “That’s what you get when you fly first
class on a flight that’s longer than seven hours.”
“Erwin can shove it up his ass next time he forces me to go
out of the country,” Levi humorously stated, even if he wasn’t trying to be
You rolled your eyes at his typical antics and motioned
towards the microwave. “I made you lunch a little while ago, but it should
still be warm.”
“…You cooked and didn’t burn down the entire apartment?”
Although it was a question, Levi had worded it more like a statement, much to
you annoyance. Huffing, you pushed past him and opened the microwave, revealing
the plate you had made. While you weren’t the most spectacular chef to ever
live, your best friend had been delicately coaching you on how to make simple
things when Levi wasn’t home to cook. While your arrangement of cooking and cleaning
duties worked just fine, you had wanted to do something nice for him since he
had been eating out every night for the last two months.
“I already ate some earlier, you ass. It’s fine.”
In lieu of firing back and bruising your ego over its lackluster
presentation, Levi merely sighed and placed the plate back into the microwave,
heading towards the couch where he sat down with his freshly brewed mug. “I’ll
shower then eat. There’s some stuff I need to get taken care of at the office.”
Of all the things Levi could have said, the last thing you had been expecting was
for him to head back to work. He was tired and you were deprived for eight whole weeks; like hell was Erwin stealing
anymore of your time with him.
Before he could even protest, you marched towards the couch
and straddled his lap. Leaning in just a few centimeters from his lips, you
restrained yourself from tasting him
in order to declare, “No way. I haven’t seen you in two months. Erwin can
handle paperwork or whatever the hell he has to do on his own.”
Levi sighed and placed his mug off to the side, those
gunmetal gray eyes that you had come to know and love inching down to the shape
of your lips. Angling his head, his mouth brushed against your own and, just
for a moment, you reciprocated and melted against him. Just as one of his hands
carded in your hair and the other inched down to your waist, you reluctantly
pulled away from him and smirked. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything
until you tell me you’re not going anywhere.”
“You goddamn tease,”
he muttered underneath his breath, which did a lot to inflate your ego even if
it was just by a fraction. The defeat
in his voice sang true of your minor victory, but nothing could have prepared
you for the way he crashed his mouth back to your own in a desperate, heated
kiss. Turning your head to the side, you shivered as soon as his hand began to
trace down your spine, lingering close to the curve and dip of your lower back.
It was hot and it was needy, but you could tell just in that moment that Levi
had missed you just as much as you had missed him.
When his tongue traced your bottom lip, you complied with
vigor, your hands moving down to settle against the rigid muscles of his chest.
Against your lips, you felt Levi smirk as his tongue explored your mouth,
earning him a quiet noise of approval as his hand brushed across your thigh.
Wanting the upper-hand for just a minute, you playfully nipped at his lip after
he retracted his tongue before you braced your hands on his shoulders and
pushed down, using all of your weight to hover over him to grind your hips into
“Fuck,” he groaned
into your lips, breaking away from you in order to latch his mouth to your
neck. Bracing his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you down and
continued to pepper a line of hot kisses until he reached the junction of your
neck where he ran his hot tongue across the area where shoulder met collarbone.
You sighed in complete bliss, dark and lustful eyes meeting
his own underneath you. “You are not allowed to leave the country ever again,”
you declared, tilting your head back down in order to meet his lips for yet
another mind-blowing kiss. He parted and took a moment to hold the side of your
face in an almost uncharacteristically tender manner, studying your features as
if trying to map them into the back of his subconscious.
Tilting your cheek into his palm, you sighed and quietly
confessed, “I missed you.”
My favourite thing is when your cup of tea/coffee reaches that perfect temperature where it’s still hot but you can hold the mug in your hands without having to hold it by the handle and you feel the warmth seeping into your palms and the mug is warming your hands and the drink is warming you up from the inside and omg it’s just the best thing ever