#accidental proposals

[neva-writes]

Katsuki couldn’t sleep.

The clock from the nightstand marked 2:00 A.M. He sighed heavily, changed his position and covered himself again with the sheets.

Fucking insomnia.

How easy it would be to not feel hurt by just staying out of his duty with the city… Ignoring the news, his cellphone, and any social media available, but no…

Being buried under the safety of the blankets of his dark room is not enough, because he is feeling everything and nothing at all at the same time.

The truth is that it’s more difficult than it seems because the damn voices on his mind won’t leave him alone.

‘Dynamight is such a disappointment, he couldn’t save that pregnant woman’; ‘two lives were lost due to the incompetence of that bull-headed pro-Hero, if we can still call him that’; ‘with this we learnt that not even the number one can keep us safe’.

The venomous words repeated on his head, over and over again, burdening him with a hefty weight on his chest.

They have been haunting him since the day of the tragedy, almost six months ago.

How can the civilians forget all the other occasions in which he saved Tokyo? How is it that this one mess up defined who kind of person he is now? Is he so worthless? Is he never going to measure up to their expectations?

He wished his boyfriend could be here with him, but he was called for a very important mission abroad. He was reluctant to leave because of Katsuki's situation, but the latter knew that his partner was a crucial piece for having success on catching this new criminal. A week has passed, and Katsuki missed the greenette so much, he has been missing him since he closed the door of their shared apartment.

Deku has been taking care of him in a way Katsuki never imagined.

The blond was grateful to whatever force in the world brought Deku back into his life, more in these moments when he felt as if he was underwater, unable to resurface because heavy chains are holding him below. It was so effortless to breath next to Izuku, to forget about his depression. To feel free and secure when waking up on his arms.

Izuku always opened the curtains to let the bright light come in. “Kacchan, it’s good for your soft skin”, he would say.

Also, contrary to what everyone thinks, Deku is an amazing cooker. The thing is that Katsuki is better at it. Shut up, he is, and he enjoys being on the kitchen so much, but lately, he didn’t even have the energy to make a simple sad sandwich. The emerald-eyed man would spoil him by making his favorite meals, especially spicy curry.

When arriving from hero-work, Izuku always prepares the tub with warm water for both of them. He washes Katsuki’s hair and body so devotedly, as if it was a temple. And sometimes, they ended up making love just in the way they know, with so much adoration and affection in every single touch.

“I wish you were here”, Katsuki mumbled.

As if his petition was heard by an unknown entity, the blond heard how the lock from the front door was moved suddenly. He sat down briefly.

“Izuku?”, Katsuki said out loud from the bed.

“I’m home”, Deku muttered when entering the room. He was wearing Katsuki’s hoodie and sweatpants.

“C’mere”, Katsuki spoke with his arms wide open.

Izuku immediately fell on top of him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“Oof”, the air escaped the blond’s lungs.

“I missed you”, Izuku mentioned and Katsuki felt a characteristic sting on his eyes.

“Me too, babe, you don’t have an idea”, Katsuki’s voice cracked as he was held by his boyfriend. He reciprocated eagerly by hugging the other’s waist tighter and running his fingers through soft fluffy green locks.

The blond cupped Izuku’s face and met his lips in a tender kiss.

“You couldn’t sleep?”, Izuku questioned him once they were pressed chest to chest, cuddling into each other.

“I can now that you are here”, Katsuki answered honestly.

Izuku hummed.

“Tell me about your mission”.

Izuku rambled on and on, calming Katsuki with his voice and lulling him to sleep.

“Izuku… Please tell me I’ll be able to get over this… please”.

Deku knew what he was spouting of.

“I promise, Kacchan. You are going to heal. It’s okay to not feel strong right now, baby. I got you, and I’ll be by your side all the way. Do you believe me?”.

“Yes… Yes, I believe you… because it’s you”, the blond smiled.

No matter how many times Katsuki repeated him every day. His boyfriend would always reassure him that he was going to be able to find the light again. Hearing those words from Izuku made him have faith in that it was true, that this pain was temporary and going to pass.

When he pushed everyone away, Izuku stayed. No matter if Katsuki wasn’t even conversing with him or not giving him the attention he deserved as a result of his lack of mental and physical energy, Izuku always kept him company and comforted him through loving words and sweet caresses.

“Thank you for never giving up on me, Izuku”.

“You are always worth fighting for, Kacchan”.

“Deku?”, Katsuki whispered.

“Yes, love?”, Izuku responded.

“The old hag told me once that there was someone special for me out there, and I never believed her until I met you. Sometimes this feels too good to be true”. Katsuki cleared his throat. “You… you feel too good to be true, choosing to be with someone like me”.

Katsuki could feel how Izuku’s heartbeats accelerated. He glanced at him with watered viridian orbs.

“Someone like you? You are the best thing that ever happened to me, don’t you ever doubt that Kacchan. I’m sure that when you least think about it, you’ll be out there saving everyone again. No matter what people think, in my eyes you are amazing, and I hope that one day you see yourself as I see you. I’ll always stay by your side, I’ll be your anchor for as long as you need me to, for as long as you’ll have me…”, Izuku articulated.

Tears escaped Katsuki’s scarlet eyes.

“Fucking marry me”, Katsuki thought out loud.

“Okay, Kacchan”, Izuku affirmed.

“W-What?”, the blond stuttered.

“Yes, Katsuki. I’ll marry you”, Izuku replied with a confident smirk.

“I-I didn’t mean it!”, Katsuki panicked. “I blurted it out loud without thinking. I m-mean, shit! Please, don’t misunderstand me, of course I want you to marry me, you are the love of my life. Fucking hell, this is not how I wanted to ask you, I…”, the ruby-eyed man babbled endlessly in a very flustered state as his anxious brain ranted.

The greenette chuckled.

“You are overwhelmed right now, let’s talk about this in the morning, hmm?”, Izuku said before kissing his forehead.

“Yes”, Katsuki sighed in relief. “I love you, Izuku. So, so much”.

“I love you too”, Izuku countered back.

.

.

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Many months after, with lots of effort through ups and downs, therapy and the support of his loved ones, specially his fiance, Dynamight built himself up again and came back to the hero field stronger than ever.

Fin. 🧡💚

/// The song “You Say” from Lauren Daigle (particularly the cover from Kenna Childs), inspired me to write this little drabble.

[babyspacebatclone]

@kotatko-v-kosicku “Made Up”…

Exhibit A:

Raine’s earrings aren’t exactly Eda’s huge ones, but I’m assuming at this point in their relationship and the time skip, they went with something that was more comfortable.

Exhibit B:

She Ra and the Princesses of Power

This isn’t canon in the sense that it’s explicit in the show, but the head character designer deliberately used accessory swapping as a code when the series first started, and they weren’t sure how explicit they could make homosexual relationships:

Knowing this fact, it’s clear from the first season Spinnerella (left) and Netossa (right) are in a committed sapphic relationship because of the necklaces.

The final season canonically states they’re married.

And yes, the blog in the reply thread above is Rae Geiger, they’re old school Tumblr and have gone back to being old school Tumblr, great for them!!!!!!

And I frustratingly can’t find good images that make sense to non-SPOP fans, but in the final episode there is a vision to the future the two main couples are shown to have exchanged accessories, discussed in the link above.

So, B) TOH fans didn’t make this up, Rae Geiger did (lots of SPOP fans latched onto TOH for similar themes) and A) the show definitely gives us reason to suspect the designers for the future outfits had some ideas in mine as well. 😜

[nyxaffixed]

What if Narinder accidentally marrried the Lamb

(I have no idea if this has been done already, but i cant stop thinking about this)

In lamb culture, gifting jewelry signifies a relationship between the gifter and the reciever. Depending on where the jewelry is worn, it signifies the type of relationship formed.

Gold given by family is to be strung on the horns, or woven into the wool on the head. These are more permanent and intricate, with larger pieces being passed down family lines. Marriages are usually sealed with a ceremonial exchange of this type of jewelry.

Close friends give things that will be worn on the hands and arms. Small tokens that can be swapped out when friendships come and go.

Tokens from those outside of friends and family are usually charms that can be affixed to staffs and clothing, or placed around the house to be admired from afar.

Those that have been slighted put the respective jewelry affixed to the end of robes and staffs, or tied to the ankles, to metaphorically and physically drag that person through the dirt.

Only lovers exchange jewelry for the neck, and each piece is symbolic. It is tradition to propose with a bell, of which the quality is reflective to the love of the giver. Higher quality bells chime the most beautifully, and have a unique sound.

When The Lamb was given their bell, it was flawless, for it had been handcrafted by a god. When the Red crown was fitted on their head, the marriage was sealed. The Lamb did not protest, for who were they to deny their god? They were executed, engaged, married, and resurrected all in the span of a few mintues; loving their sudden husband came just as quick.

The one who waits was not suprised by his vessel's unflinching devotion to him. He accepted the golden jewelry they showered him with, as offerings were expected. He humored their honeyed compliments and long winded ramblings; they fought harder and worked longer when he'd done so.

The one who waits was completely surprised, when upon their betrayal, he still felt devotion from them. The Lamb still loved their husband, even if Narinder had no idea they've been married for the past 250 years.

[yohankang]

Later on, the hot topic at the office was how Manager had proposed to me that morning.

(Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen, ep. 3)

[alleiwentcrazy]

Eddie hates it when people don’t answer his calls. He hates it with passion.

It reminds him of too many things. It reminds him of manhunts and abandoned sheds, and no one on the other side of the line. It reminds him of cold, clammy hands, of hunger, of fear. Breaking bones and eldritch horrors he’d thought existed solely in cheap movies, not in real life, until he was brutally made aware of the fact that when people say everything’s possible, everything is possible.

Every time someone doesn’t answer the phone when he calls, panic starts to boil inside his veins and his brain immediately makes at least a dozen painful scenarios for him to dwell on. He knows that technically, they just don’t know that it’s him. But it doesn’t make him worry any less, so everyone’s learned to respect the rule. They just have to pick up. No matter what. Or he’ll freak out, drop everything he’s doing and come unexpectedly to check if everything’s alright.

There hasn’t been a single situation when things were actually bad—people go get groceries, take solid, deep naps, or they’re simply too lazy to pick up sometimes—but he always does that. Always.

Especially if it’s Steve who doesn’t answer. What if he fell? Or someone mugged him? Or he got into a fight? This brain can’t take any more damage. What if he’s in the hospital now, waiting to be anesthetized before surgery, and no one’s called Eddie yet, because to society they’re just some dudes living together?

There are too many options. Eddie doesn’t like taking chances anymore, so he slaps the “I’ll be back in a few” sign on the door, closes the shop and speeds through the town like he has nothing to lose. (And it’s quite stupid, because he has too many things to lose now—but he’s allowed to freak out once in a while.)

When he gets there and sees Steve pacing and gesturing animatedly in front of the window of their tiny but awfully cluttered kitchen, he finds out exactly what it means to have the whole world on your shoulders. Or, rather, to be finally freed from the pressure it creates.

It’s okay. It’s just a stupid phone call. It wasn’t even important, anyway.

Despite that, he takes his helmet off. Won’t hurt to remind Steve of the rule. And maybe kiss his pretty face a little while he’s here.

He doesn’t even have to enter their apartment to know that Steve’s not alone. First off – if Steve’s pacing and rambling, an anxious trait he’s picked up from Robin, wasn’t a hint enough – it’s loud. Their paper walls can barely hold back a normal conversation, let alone something resemblant of a heated discussion. Honestly, Eddie has no idea how their neighbors can stand them sometimes, with his metal, their late-night conversations and non-conversations alike, with the kids visiting so often. Although Steve is optimistic (they have some lovely neighbors, like sweet Gran Fran, but don’t ever let Eddie express his opinions about that old hag from across the hallway, Miss Hermans), he’s still waiting for that complaint to be filed.

Second, he smells coffee. Steve never makes coffee for just himself.

Eddie opens the door gingerly, remembering how easy it is to completely unhinge them by accident, and is about to scream something about getting home, when none other than Dustin Henderson cuts him off with a shriek.

“—because it’s actually pathetic, that’s why! Get a grip, man, just do it!”

“Oh, it’s so easy for you to say, because you’ve never actually tried—”

“And maybe I never will! If you won’t do it, how can I learn how to do it myself? You know that you guys are the closest thing to father figures!”

“Hey, don’t make it about yourself for once, maybe? Some humility?”

Dustin’s quiet for a second, but Eddie knows he’s not about to admit full defeat. “Yes, sorry,” he chokes out, finally. “But you’ve tried so many times, you should know that it doesn’t get any easier on another try. Just do it, it doesn’t matter how.”

“It does, though! To me, it—it does. It matters,” Steve mumbles back, and Eddie can picture his face in perfect detail. It’s Steve’s small voice, which means he’s worried about something, even though his worry doesn’t make any sense in everyone else’s eyes. He’s unsure: his brows are pinched, lips pursed, stare skittering around the room, never focusing on anything. Dustin knows this face too, because his tone gets softer.

“Okay, then walk me through it.”

“What?”

“Walk me through it. You’ll know what you want, how you want it, when and where, and it’ll be easier when you try it next time.”

“Dustin, I really don’t—I’m not sure it can get easier, ever.”

“Because you’re scared.”

Steve sighs deeply before he responds. “Yes. Because I’m scared.”

“It’s been eight years, Steve. What are you scared of?” Dustin’s voice is gentle, curious. He’s not judging, he genuinely wants to know the reasons, and so does Eddie. He leans against the wall, trying to sneak a peek of the kitchen unsuccessfully, and listens. A while passes before Steve speaks again.

“I think—There are so many things I’m afraid of. But the main one… It’s still rejection. Not being enough. Because it’s not like it’s anything formal, right? It’s only a promise, and if it ends up turned down…”

Chair legs scrape the floor and Eddie can hear two soft slaps – hands on shoulders, probably.

“Steve Harrington. Calm down. You know it’s not going to happen—no, don’t argue. I know it, and this alone should be enough. You are an amazing person. You’re great with people, you’re bright, you’re sweet, caring, you have so many talents. I love you, Steve,” the pause that follows is filled with something so heavy there’s a shift in the air. It has a different smell now. A little salty, a little warm. “And he loves you. More than you can imagine, probably. So just pop the question, Steve. And don’t back out with some stupid excuse like this morning.”

“Pop the question,” Steve says, his voice firm, only a little timid. “Yes, I think—I think I can do that.”

Eddie bounces off the wall and takes quiet, slow steps backwards. He can’t hear anything else, even though the conversation continues. He bites his tongue hard enough to make it bleed a little. A coppery taste floods his mouth as he closes the door.

Oh, it’s just so, so stupid. He would have said yes. Each and every time, he would have said yes.

*

Later that day, when they’re lying in bed together, with the sheets rumpled, their bodies warm and mushy from the nap, with Eddie’s lips on Steve’s and Steve’s hands in Eddie’s hair, Eddie remembers the overheard conversation.

Well, no. That’s a lie. Because he hasn’t stopped thinking about it ever since.

Every single second of what, at first, seemed to be yet another annoying Monday, has been filled with reverie and anticipation. Dustin’s right – Eddie loves Steve. He loves him enough to risk hell for him, enough to argue with anyone who’s in any way mean to him. Enough to take his hand and say “You don’t have to be afraid when I’m with you”, even though Eddie’s the biggest coward in the whole wide world.

Eddie loves him. Loves his goofy smiles and scrunched happy faces, loves his moles and the uneven mustache he grows out sometimes when he’s bored. Eddie loves how gentle Steve is, how thoughtful and kind-hearted he is. How he helps Gran Fran replant her flowers each month with more enthusiasm than Eddie’s ever shown to anyone. How he talks to children, how much respect he has for those undermined by everyone else.

Eddie loves how he’s learned to stand up for himself. He’s proud of Steve, of how much he’s grown, of how he knows how to express what he needs and what he wants now. Eddie’s loved him for ages, maybe even longer than he’s aware of, but every single significant and insignificant change in Steve’s behavior and point of view makes him fall a little bit harder, every time. In any shape, in any form, there’s one constant in Eddie’s life: his love for Steve.

He likes to think that they do that to each other, both of them. That they help each other through inevitable changes, painful regressions and euphoric victories alike. He likes to think that together, they make one, healthy, living being – and apart they’re good, because they’ve grown to be good people thanks to the connections they’ve made overall. He likes this idea of just being good, together and apart. And he loves Steve for giving him the opportunity to be just that.

Eddie wants it to last. Desperately, intensely, madly. He wants it to last and he needs it to keep happening – he knows that, and he knows he has the capacity to do that. To be there, to stay. His hands touch Steve’s thigh, not in the slightest covered by those silly Hawkins Tigers shorts he’s kept, then they touch Steve’s soft, scarred belly, then they touch his chest, where his heart is beating steadily and peacefully, and he keeps kissing him and Steve keeps clingling back to him, and Eddie’s so sure.

He wants this. He wants to experience growing old together, he wants them to get all wrinkly and bald together, he wants the fights over who gets the most comfortable chair in their grandkids’ living room. He wants them to experience the highs and the lows of the family that they already have, and the one they’re going to build someday.

Eddie wants this. He wants Steve. The whole deal; the promised forever. And he doesn’t want to wait another second.

“Steve,” Eddie says, cutting the kiss short so suddenly Steve actually pulls him closer, chasing after the warmth of his lips. “I’m saying yes.”

“Mm. Okay,” he mumbles back, too kiss- and sleep-hazy to catch Eddie’s intention right away. He tries to bump their noses together—which is adorable, really, but Eddie can’t let him hijack and self-sabotage this proposal too.

“No, Steve,” he squeezes Steve’s side until he looks at him properly. “I love you. I’m saying yes.”

In awe, Eddie watches as Steve’s face goes through confusion, true bewilderment, a bit of fear and fleeting exhilaration, to finally settle on disbelief.

“How did you—”

Eddie laughs a little at that. “I called and you didn’t pick up.” Steve makes a little oh sound, already looking like a kicked puppy. “But it’s okay, doesn’t matter, not the point,” Eddie jumps in, anticipating an unnecessary apology. “The point is, I love you, and I’m saying yes.”

Steve stares at him for a long second, his eyes wide and earnest. His fingers slide from Eddie’s hair to finally settle on both of his cheeks, cradling them lovingly. Eddie kinda wants to cry.

“You’ll marry me?” Steve asks, incredulous, his voice only a bit louder than a whisper. The way he accentuates the word “marry” gives yet another layer of meaning to such a simple question. You’ll love me? Forever?

“I’ll marry you,” he replies without hesitation. “You’ll marry me?” You’ll love me? With my flaws?

“I’ll marry you,” Steve says back. Then he grins with his eyes glistening in the bedside light, and squishes Eddie’s cheeks so hard it squeezes the unshed tear right from his eye. “We’ll get married!”

Steve giggles happily, and Eddie laughs with him. There’s so much joy inside him—them, the whole room seems to get bigger. “We will,” he adds through a smile, already peppering his fiancé’s face with kisses.

“Oh gosh, I have to call Robin,” Steve manages through his giggles and Eddie loves him so much. “And Dustin!”

So, so much.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[rocksanddeadflowers]

Anytime Lyf cracks a joint that area glows rainbow like a glowstick. Send post.

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Stuck on themyscria

Danny after finishing a gruelling mission for clockwork, gets stranded in the dc universe on themyscria, somehow unable to leave... he thinks its OK at first, he can treat it like a small vacation! there's a nice beach, fruit trees, he can go fishing and strangely he doesn't feel weak from the lack of ectoplasm in this worlds air.

However after a few brief encounters Danny decides to be extremly petty towards the Amazon's and pull pranks on them.

The Amazon's who have decided to kill him for being a man on the island (it doesn't help his case that he forgot aunty Pandora's teachings and what offering apples to women meant)

The Amazonians meanwhile can sense Danny's power and think if he's not mortal then he's probably Zeus or one of the other 'horny' gods in disguise.

(No turning into a goose here Zeus!)

Meanwhile Clockwork is confused, danny should have been back days ago but he can't find him anywhere... why is Pandora in his tower? Why is she grinning?

[ineffableteeth]

Crowley would spoil Aziraphale to no end if he had the chance

Not necessarily with material things since they could miracle them whenever but with romantic gestures he saw in films to make Aziraphale absolutely weak

[seafoamdew]

Haha new Hijack au!

The Haddocks and the Overlands are rival clans, sworn enemies for generations. Though Hiccup had no clear idea why that was, all he got from his father were curses and declaring that 'the Overlands were a bunch of no-good, thieving, rat-faced scum!' Hiccup decided not to open that jar of curdled yak milk.

A recent attack by Krogan and his fliers had left the Riders to take refuge in the closest island, which happens to be the once-secret home to his rival clan. Found out and imprisoned by Jack and his tribesmen, Hiccup is determined not to let whatever family history they have keep him from resolving things peacefully.

With the threats of Dragon Fliers finding out about Jack's island home, he reluctantly lets them stay...

If only their snaggle-tooth leader stopped trying to eagerly make friends with him like some puppy-eyed fool.

[helenofblackthorns]

thought about the livvy & jace/janus parallels again 378 dead 2992 injured... like wdym they were killed by the exact same sword, with jace being stabbed in the back & livvy stabbed in the front. wdym they were raised on the shores of the exact same lake almost exactly five years apart. wdym they were both came back wrong. the way livvy and janus share the common goal of just wanting to get what they lost too, and they both spend their gotsm stories watching their loved ones with no way to properly interact with them despite how badly they want to.

it's arguably one of the things that terrifies me the most going into twp like literally what does it all mean... what does this mean for livvy...

[yuwuta]

i can’t stop thinking about your waterbender!megumi au..,, like yes he’s more specialized in healing but would not hesitate in using waterbending to protect you from whoever or whatever (even if he prob loses😭) he might even learn bloodbending from the village’s hermit choso who knows🤷🏽‍♀️ and lmao him just giving you a betrothal necklace without verbally proposing you… i hate (love) this dork

even if he prob loses LOLL megumi is such a loser but it’s okay he fights valiantly <33 but yeah, him spending all his time with his mom and all the elders in the village healing and homemaking and cooking because his style of water bending is so soothing and calm, and also he’s a huge mama’s boy, and also because everyone likes to use his and toji’s strength to their advantage to get them to do the heavy lifting, but the second there’s a threat to you, he pulls out all the stops. suddenly he’s a trained fighter and master waterbender oh he’s so beloved to me <33

the necklace thing to me is like how katara was wearing her grandmother’s betrothal necklace without knowing it? he took a trip to the opposite pole where the tradition is engagement necklaces or bracelets or whatever significant piece of jewelry, and comes back with one for you and just. gives it to you, no explanation and then a day later someone else notices it and grins ear to ear congratulating you and megumi and you’re like ????? and it’s not until his mom is like “oh he did it! tell me all about the proposal!” and now megumi is dodging icicles you’re bending his way bc who proposes without proposing. but it’d also be equally hilarious if he also didn’t know it was betrothal jewelry and was just trying to be romantic and now you’re engaged LOLL

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[tommyscurls]

ideal bucktommy proposal: who proposes and what is it like, romantic? dramatic utterance????

Tommy proposes, and it's accidental.

Buck and Tommy are making dinner together and Tommy just takes a moment to watch Buck and he thinks I want to do this every day for the rest of my life and then breathlessly just says

"Merry Me."

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Okay so new accidental proposal idea for Bagginshield.

There's a big party in Erebor for reasons. Thorin is still not fully healed and when Bilbo asks if he's ready to go lay back down since he's been up way more for the day, Thorin says he must be the first to dance so everyone else can start too and dance at least a little more than one or two songs and glances tiredly at a group of dwarrow.

So Bilbo stands up, and being a well raised gentlehobbit, dramatically sweeps into a bow and offers his non dominate hand palm up and keeps his position as he asks if Thorin will dance with him. There is a huge pause.

NOW either Thorin can choke out a yes and take Bilbo's proffered hand and the hall erupts in cheers OR for comedy Balin can basically remind everyone that Bilbo is a hobbit and does not know their ways and Bilbo gets to be rather embarrassed that he technically proposed to Thorin in the most serious of ways for dwarrow, one that would only be done for a love match, and so publicly makes it way more intense. While Bilbo was just holding to proper Shire manners by not staring at the asked so they can feel less pressure to say yes if they don't want to.

I think if I had the health for writing that I would go with the first way as accidental proposals are so fun in my opinion but just wondering which way others would take it. So which would you pick if you were writing a story or would you have another way?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

OMG! Yes! Definitely the first one! That would be so hilarious for the crowd just to erupt in cheers and Bilbo is like "see! They think you're a wonderful king". "And you a wonderful consort." "And me, a wonderful...come again?!"

Absolutely if you wrote this I would 100% read it. I love accidental marriage/proposal tropes. I wrote a little drabble for one where Thorin eats from Bilbo's 'lovespoon' in the Shire before the quest and gets them accidentally married if you want to check it out!

To Spoon Feed You Comfort

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Sun, flirting the only way he knows how: HELLO FAVORITE HUMAN, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU,, A FISH! I AM GOOD AT HUNTING AND WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU AND I AM KIND AND GENEROUS AND VERY NICE. I THINK YOU, ALSO, ARE VERY KIND AND GENEROUS AND ARE VERY, VERY NICE. PLS FISH-MARRY ME You: Aww he brought me another fish! Hehe, he’s so silly and cute. Thank you, sunfish <3

Sun: WE ARE FISH-ENGAGED NOW. MY BROTHERS ARE GOING TO BE SO JEALOUS