#fiance

[fujoshirat]

Shouto Todoroki proposes with a fucking house (Be careful what you wish for ♡)

It was a Thursday night, chilly November air nipping at your nose as you walked out of the theater with your love. Shouto wanted to watch the new All Might movie, and who were you to say no to a date with your lovely boyfriend?

He seemed to enjoy it, the way his eyes lit up every time he saw his idol appear on screen. A boyish, childlike wonder present every time his eyes sparkled, he was so cute!!—wait a minute, that’s not the point!

The main point comes after this scene: after getting hot chocolate from a food stand with Shouto, you both sat down on a nearby bench. Sipping the much-needed warm drink, you let out a soft sigh.

“Isn’t hot chocolate so delicious, Shou?” Your boyfriend nods, small smile on his face as he watches your cheery expression. The cold brought a faint pink hue to his cheeks, making them rosy. He seemed contempt in the quiet moment, something you were used to with him.

But then, his gaze turned contemplative. Scooting a bit closer to you, he asked, “Can I ask you something?”

You look up at him curiously. “Sure, what’s up?”

His kissable lips pressed together firmly, like he was hesitant to say what was on his mind.

“How… do you feel about marriage?” The question caught you off-guard, and you nearly choked on your hot chocolate. “M-marriage?!?”

He nods shyly, though his expression was serious. “Yes, what do you think about it? I’ve been thinking, and… it’s something I want with you in the future—if you want that, too.” Your heart had melted at his honesty. You and Shouto have been dating for a while now, and sure, you didn’t mind marrying him, but you didn’t expect him to bring it up so casually.

Heart pounding in your chest, you turn your eyes from your drink and face him. Your breath hitches when you see his earnest expression. “Well, I wouldn’t mind marrying you, Shouto. And if we were to get married someday, I don’t want anything super fancy! I’m not into those huge diamond rings and over-the-top proposals, which all seem like a huge waste of money and a silly way to “show” that you love someone.” Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes widen at your statement, processing your words. “You wouldn’t want a ring?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’d want a ring. Just nothing extravagant, you know? I’d rather have something permanent.” Your boyfriend tilts his head confusedly.

“Permanent? What’s more permanent that a ring?” ‘Good question,’ you thought. Before Shouto brought it up right now, you never really thought about the specifics of marriage. Thinking for a moment, you decide to tease the boy and grin mischievously.

“A house,” you say proudly, half joking-half serious. No way was anyone in their right mind going to propose to you with a house oh how wrong you were babe. “I mean, it’s not something that sits on your finger until you break it or you lose it or you get too fat from aging or childbirth. It’s a place where memories are made, and…” You gently cup his right cheek with your hand, soft smile on your face, “hopefully if we do get married, it will be good memories.”

Shouto stared at you for a few seconds, as if you had just revealed the meaning of life itself. The man had already told you about his rough childhood a few years back, and you had already met his family a while ago. You knew what he feared, and you knew how to comfort him and make everything okay. Nodding slowly, Shouto gently touched the hand that was caressing his cheek. “A house,” he murmured, almost to himself.

You didn’t think of it much then. After all, it was just a silly, offhand comment that would never actually happen…

...right?

You had laughed off your “wish” not even a few minutes after you said it, and continued chatting about the movie and basking in your boyfriend’s company.

But Shouto? Shouto took it to heart. And everyone knows that Pro Hero Shouto Todoroki never does a half-assed job.

That’s why, exactly one year later, on another chilly November night, he drove you into a quiet, fancy neighborhood that you definitely had no business being in.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You both had just finished a pleasant, fancy dinner in the heart of the city and were driving back to your shared apartment. Perhaps Shouto was just taking a detour to tour the area. Perhaps Fuyumi-san was interested in moving out to a nice neighborhood with her boyfriend? As your mind drifted away in a daydreaming cloud, the black BMW M850i pulled up to the sidewalk and came to a stop. The warm hand caressing your thigh gently squeezed it, and Shouto put the car on park. “My love,” he spoke, voice smooth and low, “Would you like some fresh air?” You quirked a brow curiously but nodded and unbuckled. Your boyfriend came around and opened the door for you, holding your lower back gently as he guided you to the sidewalk.

Curiously, you looked around at the beautiful houses around you in wonder. They were a mix of traditional and modern. It almost reminded you of Shouto’s own household, though these ones were obviously new and had a better, modern architectural design to it.

Intertwining his fingers in his, he looks down at your figure and smiles softly. “This is a new neighborhood that I wanted to show you. It was recently completed in July.” His voice was calm, a soft smile on his face—with a hint of something that you couldn’t identify. Something… deeper.

You tilted your head and looked up at him curiously. “It’s beautiful, love, but, why are we here?”

And then,

Shouto got down on one knee—

a gasp,

and pulled out a small velvet box—

another gasp,

and opened it—

revealing a delicate diamond ring.

It was simple, elegant, and exactly what you had in mind one year ago.

But before you could say anything else, he pulled something else out of his pocket:

A small, silver key.

Your jaw drops, mouth hanging wide open, as small tears prick at your eyes. Shouto smiles softly at your expression, gaze never wavering. “I remembered what you said last year and-”

“Shouto. Himura. Todoroki. You didn’t!”

He chuckles, your knees feeling week as you stared at his amused yet sincere expression.

“I did.” Warm liquid falls down your cheek before you know it, yet all you can focus on is the man in front of you.

“I know that you said you wanted something permanent, and I want to give you something permanent too.” He glances at the house that you both were in front of, and then back at you. “It’ll be a place where we can build a life together, a place where you will always be safe, a home where you will always feel loved.” Your heart cracks even further at the sound of his voice, honest and genuine and vulnerable and raw.

“My love for you is permanent, Y/N, and if you’ll have me, I want to share this with you, forever.”

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to find words. “Shouto, hic are you— sniffle this—this house—” “I wanted you to have both a ring and a house.” Your boyfriend says that with full conviction in his voice, honesty and sincerity evident.

“Will you, L/N, Y/N, marry me?”

You nod furiously and desperately wipe some of your tears,

“Yes! God, yes Shouto!” Your new fiancé wastes no time scrambling up to his feet and sliding the ring on your pretty ring finger. Gently, he pulls you into his arms and tenderly wipes some of your tears.

“You’re sniffle incredible,” you murmur in his chest. Shouto laughs, but he is cut off by the second half of your statement. “And incredibly terrible!” He blinks, confusedly. “What? Why?”

“Shouto!” You chastize him with a huff, using your sleeve to wipe away snot that’s probably gross (Shouto doesn’t think it’s that gross). “Why would you spend 60 million yen on me!?!” (approximately $400,000 in USD)

He blinks again, confused, as if you had said something silly. “I’m a pro hero,” he says cooly, shrugging as if that and the amount of money he spent was no big deal (it really isn’t a big deal to him). “I’ve been saving, and…” Gently, he holds the hand with the ring up to his lips and kisses your knuckles gently, making your knees buckle and your cheeks even rosier.

“You’re worth it, my love. This ring, the house, nothing can compare to how happy and loved you’ve made me.” Tears well up in your eyes once again, threatening to spill over as your heart clenches. “That’s so unfair,” you murmur, voice cracking. Shouto’s lips quirk up into a smug smile, almost like a smirk, showing his blatant amusement.

“What is, darling?”

“Being this perfect,” you mutter, tears streaming down your cheeks again. Shouto laughs and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, but you deserve everything, Y/N. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that you know it.” His eyes widen when you let out a whiny sob, burying your face into his warm chest. His left hand gently rubs circles on your back as he chuckles. A cool autumn breeze blows by, ruffling your hair. Shouto sees you visibly shiver and strokes your head.

“You must be cold, would you like to go inside?”

He watches your puffy yet beautiful eyes sparkle, and Shouto can’t tell if it is from your tears or happiness. Yet, he understands that the answer is both when you interlace your hand with his and use your free hand to unlock the door to the brand new 60 million yen home with a brand new diamond ring on your finger in the brand new luxury neighborhood with your brand new fiancé and soon to be husband. ♡

[jarofalicesgrunge]

📸: Layne Staley Personally Owned this Rare Original Photograph with His Muse Demri Parrott.

[handsomejess]

I sent my fiance a link to dinosaur lights and this is the conversation we had after:

[delulu-sushi]

Mikey-Kun Wedding/Proposal HC!!!

Sry I haven't posted recently ;(. Requests r open!!! (Feel free to ask for any anime, I'll see what i can do) Future Motorcycle racer Mikey ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~~

✧ From the moment he saw you, he knew he wanted you to be his, his Sano

✧ After you guys have been together for a good while, he'll definitely start thinking about marriage and having a family

⋄❥ Although tbh, he would talk about it all the time, every year

✧ The first thing he'll do is slowly try to incorporate talks of marriage and family to see your reaction, he wants it to be a surprise

✧ When you answer with a smile, he knows, you're ready

✧ He will go to Mitsuya the next moment to get EVERYTHING ready - the man hasn't even proposed yet. He takes Mitsuya's opinion on color, designs, etc. bc ur Mitsuya's #1 consumer

✧ He will be super fidgety and start internally screaming when it's time to propose, but he knows you won't hurt him

✧ He loves you so much don't reject the baby boi

You make him the happiest man in the universe

❧ He calls all his friends to boast the new "Fiancé" status, and makes sure you're there to see his reaction

❧ He will immediately start planning the whole wedding scene and talk about it with you -> Late night bed talks

❧ He will start calling you "Wife" in his head, and blushes a little every time

❧ Midnight rides to all your favorite places

❧ He wants an extravagant Wedding to make it the most memorable day of your life

❧ He doesn't release the engagement to the public, and doesn't like gathering attention to his personal life. Fans are one thing, media is another.

❧ He will travel the world with you, enjoying your last months before becoming wife and husband

You went from his companion to princess to queen to empress to goddess, you're his everything

❥ The wedding is extravagant, and he makes you feel like a diamond

❥ A lot of white, but some hints of blue and purple

❥ LOTS of dessert, he has a dorayaki on the cake

❥ He looks his most handsome, hair combed how you like it, and a tailor maid outfit by Mitsuya that you absolutely adore. You feel proud that this is your man

❥ The moment you enter, his eyes land on you immediately, and he can't stop staring. The way your dress embodies your heavenly beauty, the way your hair enhances your face, and how the hickey he gave you last night peeks out a bit, despite the make up artists' best efforts to hide it

❥ He never leaves your side. He's not clingy, but he wants to spend every moment with you.

❥ Everyone is happy for you two.

❥ He sheds a tear when you get married and happy cries when you two are alone

❥ He has the first dance with you, in a beautiful garden, under the moonlight, lights shining on the two of you

❥ He records the entire thing and shows it to your kids when they are getting married

He's your world

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A/N: Kinda wrote this half-asleep... Would you guys like me to write this as a scenario?

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My fiance and I adopted Chibi Robo, and cried while holding him because we were just so happy.

[ashpluto]

MY LOVE 😍

[rat-at-heart]

Her boyfriend told her to get her lashes done, do we think he'll propose??

[relaxitseazy]

[cookimint28]

I really think they would proposed to each other at the same time🤣😂🤣

[amyysfics]

lee minho - flowers

pairing: lino x fem!reader warnings: fluff summary: your fiancé deserves to get flowers, too word count: 642

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"What is your favourite kind of flower?" "You are."

~~~

You closed the door to your shared apartment with your foot, making sure it wouldn't make loud of a noise. Your purse was heavy in your left hand, but what was in your right one was more important - a beautiful bouquet of orange and yellow flowers, handpicked by yourself.

One night, a few weeks ago, you were out with your friend Felix and listened to him be quite sad over the fact that he never got flowers as a gift, just because he was a man. It made you think back to all the gifts you had given to Minho, noticing that it was never simply, basic, good old flowers.

On your way home, you handpicked some flowers by a field close to your workplace and took them to a flowershop to get a professional to make the combination look more intentional.

The second the cats heard the door closing, they ran up to you. You assumed that your fiancé was already home, so you shushed them after giving all of them a soft pet over their heads - not that they listened. The further you stepped into your home, the more you could smell your favourite soup. It was a smell that reminded you of home. After putting your purse onto it's designated spot in the hallway, you hid the bouquet behind your back and made your way to the kitchen.

You figured that the dancer already knew you were home, because the cats would not stop meowing at you, ignoring all your shushing, so you didn't bother to warn him when you opened the door to the kitchen.

Without even turning to look at you, Minho sent a cheerful "Welcome home, jagiya." your way. He continued to cut some vegetables, even as you walked up to him and pressed a soft kiss onto his jawline. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he suppressed a warm smile. When he finally turned around, his eyes searched your face. It was a habit of his to look at all of your features, noticing the way your eyes were smaller from smiling. He saw the hair that got stuck on your eyelashes. And at last he leaned into your soft, chapped lips, kissing you. It was a kiss of honey. Of longing and love. It was pure and protective. It was home.

Only after you parted, did you greet Minho. He moved the hair that had been bothering your eyes for a few moments away. Just as he was about to get back to the cutting board you stopped him by grabbing his hand. "Wait a moment. I got you a little gift.", you removed your other hand from behind your back, finally revealing the gorgeous bouquet to him. "I walked by this field today and couldn't stop myself from picking some flowers for you."

Minho's eyes glistened. You thought, if you focussed enough, you could see the stars in them. They were filled with nothing but adoration. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a hug. Both of his hands wrapped around your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. He squeezed your frame tightly, "I'm never letting go of you." It was hidden from you, but a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Your entire body filled with a comfortable warmth. You took a deep breath, trying to savour the smell that was purely him - attempting to catch it to keep in your memory.

"Thank you, jagiya. Genuinely."

The tears on his face were visible to you, after you released eachother from your embraces. You didn't say anything - There was no need to. You wiped his tears with your thumbs, giving tiny pecks onto his cheeks. "I love you, too."

~~~

"In an endless garden of flowers I will always pick you."

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[phantomfairs]

You mentioned a fiancé at one point? Do they share your love for Candy/Turbo/Candybug?

She does indeed love Candy, Candybug, and Turbo, in that order!

I don’t wanna just tell you everything about her but there’s some fun facts in the drawing! Also I whipped up a little design for her until I can drag her into a chat about what she wants it to look like

[kursed-arcana]

[song-of-stardust]

Just another average conversation with my fiance lol

[goddessseris]

Love of my life 🖤

[basilicova]

taken from @tfortrace ig