Hey! I love your work and decided to download that demon game since you seemed pretty hooked 😉 Can I suggest UF Sans and SF Papyrus for some proposal headcanons please? I haven't seen much marriage stuff on your blog!
*squints at my masterlist* Do I really not have a single proposal or marriage headcanon on my blog after all these years??
AndalsotellmewhatyouthoughtofObeyMe!
Red’s been dating you for under a year, but it just feels right. You don’t live together yet, but you’ve claimed all of his chest of drawers as your own, and it feels like you spend more nights in his bed than yours.
He prefers it that way; he sleeps better when he’s cuddling you.
His proposal has him as a nervous wreck. He’s jittery, sweating, and seems to frequently stare off into space during your date, his hands continually shoved in his pockets. Something’s up, and when he finally blurts, “hey, can we... uh, can we talk a sec?” you’re so sure that he’s about to break up with you that you bite the hell out of your lip to stop from bursting into tears. All you can manage is a simple nod.
“w-well, i know we ain’t been together that long in the great scheme o’ things, but... uh, but it’s... it’s, uh, been nice. real nice.”
You’re holding your breath, waiting for the other sneaker to drop.
Conversely, he sucks in a deep, shaky breath, wishing he had a cig. “and i... want to keep goin’ like this. ‘cause honestly? i don’t see myself wit’ anyone else but you, an’ i really hope ya feel the same.”
You stare, not quite comprehending. Red shakes his head slightly, muttering beneath his breath, before he abruptly drops to one knee and thrusts a tiny box out toward you. “jus’ take it! er, please. if you want this, too, sweetheart.”
His entire skull is flushed red.
Inside is a ring with a ruby center, flanked by two skulls, and accentuated with little diamonds.
In Rus’s case, you’ve been dating for years, and you’re beginning to think he’s just not the marriage type. Any time you’ve brought it up to get his thoughts on the matter, he’s either circumvented the subject or dismissed it with an answer that wasn’t entirely serious.
You’re living with him and his brother by the time he decides to pop the question, and his desire to do so stems more from an honest conversation with Blackberry than anything else.
(”YOU REALIZE THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WAIT ON ME TO GET MARRIED FIRST, DON’T YOU? IF YOU ALREADY HAVE A RING, WHY NOT JUST GIVE IT TO YOUR HUMAN ALREADY?!”)
Yeah, Rus realized that you had been hinting for a while now, so he went ahead and bought a ring... but could never really find the right time. As much as he wants to be with you for the rest of his days, the idea of that also scares the hell out of him. He’s scared he’s going to mess it up, or something’s going to go wrong with Blackberry and your long-term relationship will effect that. They’re worries that have been ingrained in him through his many years Underground, and even if he tells himself that they’re foolish, preemptive worries, he can’t keep from dwelling on them.
That is, until he really starts thinking about what Blackberry says... while he stays awake and you fall asleep on his chest. He realizes just how much his guard and his walls have dropped since you’ve been in his life -- both of which he dropped because he’s never felt this way about anyone else before.
He proposes that morning, while you’re half-asleep and wondering if you’re still dreaming.
You wake up with a tiny box in your face, and Rus rolls over as your eyes adjust, propping himself up with his elbow.
“hey. wanna get hitched, darlin’?”
His smirk is lazy and teasing, as he drinks in the way your eyes widen and you can’t seem to form a complete sentence.
Finally, you muster, “Are you serious?”
“as a heart-attack. which i guess is pretty serious, but i don’t have a heart, so...”
“How the hell am I supposed to take that?”
He flicks open the box to reveal an engagement ring with a center heart-shaped diamond, the band accented with smaller diamonds and orange sapphires. “yeah, ‘m serious. marry me? make an honest skeleton outta me?”
