#proposes

[hudconfansblog]

“Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov, will you marry me?”🥹

[xbreadratx]

I need someone to propose to me but instead of a ring it's with one of those giant fluffy moth plushies

[justforwaifus]

Everyone deserves a proposal like this - Anime Art

Gomennasai a bit late to propose day post

Follow me on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/justforwaifus/

Follow me on pinterest - https://in.pinterest.com/justforwaifus/

Follow me on DevianArt - https://www.deviantart.com/justforwaifus

[dumblr]

Everybody cry when they get proposed to, I just feel like I'm gonna laugh.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Marry Me, Today And Every Day - Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Title: Marry Me, Today And Every Day

Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,080

Warnings: Nervousness, and almost burning an apartment down

Peter shifted nervously in his seat, Tony staring at the young man expectedly.

"What did you want to ask me, Underoos?" Tony asked and Peter gulped.

Peter wants to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Y/N. Who happened to be Tony Stark's eldest daughter. Peter and Y/N had been dating for the past eleven years. They had started dating when they were both sixteen, having originally met at Midtown High. Their relationship went long-distance; when Y/N went to MIT while Peter attended Empire State University. Peter loved Y/N so much, and Y/N him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but there was a problem: he had to get Iron Man's blessing.

"I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage." Peter blurted out.

Tony blinked. "You're twenty-six, Peter," he said, looking up from his phone. "That's a little young to be thinking about getting married."

Peter shrugged. "We've been together since we were sixteen. We know each other inside and out. I think it would be great for us to be husband and wife. Besides, we both have jobs, and we have my apartment, so we can support ourselves."

"Are you sure that's what you want? You'll never hurt my little girl?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was taking this rather well, Peter noted.

"No! No, I'm positive!" Peter insisted. "Y/N is amazing. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's perfect for me. I don't want anyone else."

Tony sighed and stood up, walking over to Peter. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Then you have my blessing." Tony smiled warmly at Peter.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said, smiling back.

🕷🕷🕷

Biting his lip, Peter knocked on Y/N's apartment door. Holding the flowers in his hands, he made sure to take deep breaths. He was surprising his girlfriend, planning on proposing to her.

The door opened slowly, revealing Y/N. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Peter.

"Peter!" she exclaimed in surprise, a smile crossing her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door wider to let the young Spiderman in.

Peter toed off his shoes and tugged off his coat. "I thought I'd surprise you." He spoke simply.

Y/N shook her head, eyes falling to the flowers in Peter's hand.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "These are gorgeous."

Peter smiled at her, kissing her cheek. "I brought you these."

She took them, holding one of the roses in her hands. Peter smiled adoringly at her. He had missed her for the two months she was away. But, he only has to wait a couple more months, and Y/n can come back home to New York. Back home to him.

"Do you like them?" Peter asked.

Y/N nodded. "They're beautiful."

Peter smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N whispered, nuzzling her nose with his.

"So, do you wanna go somewhere special tonight? Or should we stay in?" Peter asked softly, eyes closed, relishing the moment.

Y/N looked at him curiously. "Why don't we stay in? We haven't seen each other in so long."

Peter's heart skipped a beat. That sounded wonderful to him. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Y/N kissed his cheek, then took his hand. "Let's go."

Peter followed her into their bedroom. They laid down on the bed, cuddling up close to each other, a movie playing softly in the background.

"You smell nice," Peter commented, inhaling her scent.

"Thanks," Y/N replied with a laugh, kissing his neck.

Peter smiled goofly. "You're welcome."

They lay there, talking quietly until they fell asleep.

He'd definitely ask her tomorrow.

🕷🕷🕷

Peter woke up early, feeling refreshed. It was a Saturday morning, and he was just finishing breakfast. The roses he gave Y/N are in a vase on the counter. Peter was trying to cook his girlfriend a nice breakfast meal, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Good morning, Peter," Y/N greeted, surprised at the sight of Peter cooking in the kitchen, but nonetheless wrapping her arms around him, resting her head in between his shoulder blades.

"Hey, baby," Peter replied, turning around and kissing her forehead.

"How did you sleep?" Y/N asked, biting her lip, looking up at the secret Spider hero.

Peter shrugged. "Pretty good."

“Especially, when I was beside you!” Peter spoke, tickling Y/N’s side.

Y/N laughed, jumping away from his tickling fingers, ticking him back in revenge. Peter stumbled away, before gently grabbing Y/N by the waist and holding her close as they both calmed down.

"Did you have a dream?" Y/N asked, rubbing her fingers along his chest.

Peter frowned, remembering his dream. He hadn't had any dreams lately.

"Actually, I did," Peter spoke, clearing his throat.

Pulling out the small red velvet box from his back pocket, Peter dropped onto one knee. "Y/N Stark, will you marry me?"

Y/N stared at Peter, mouth agape. "Are you serious?" She asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Peter nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Yes, I am."

"Oh my God, yes!" Y/N squealed, dropping down and hugging Peter tightly. "I love you so much!"

Peter hugged her back, smiling. "I love you too, Y/N."

Y/N pulled back, wiping her eyes. "I am so happy."

"Me too, I am so happy you said 'yes'." Peter stood up, taking Y/N's hand.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes landed on the stove. "Peter! The pancakes!"

Peter's eyes widen and he quickly turns to the stove and moves the pan, turning the stove off in the process.

"Oh, come on. I wanted to make this breakfast perfect." Peter pouted, slouching his shoulder.

Y/N smiled, clutching his arm in both of hers. "It's fine, Peter, I know a place that makes some killer Spiderman-themed donuts." She spoke and Peter turned to her with a huge smile.

"Spiderman-themed?" He asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Yep! I get them sometimes when I’m missing a certain spiderling.” Y/N spoke, watching as Peter’s eyes lit up with pure love.

“You missed me?” He asked, voice in surprise, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"Of course, why wouldn’t I? Anyway, I think we deserve a good donut." Y/N grinned, pulling him closer.

"Sounds good to me," Peter said, kissing her.

[blatantlyright]

Sweets For My Sweet

Eddie Munson x Reader

Fluff, cutesy, teeth rotting sweetness.

This is an 18+ blog and this story, while not smut, potentially contains swearing, adult themes, and mentions of sexual activities. Minors please block me.

“I love you so much,” he gushed. Your heart skipped a beat. Even after almost a year riding shotgun, you were still overwhelmed by how sweet he was to you. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” you purred, interlocking your fingers with his. Your apartment was only a few minutes’ drive. Once parked, Eddie was at your side opening the door to help you out. “M’lady,” he said as he held out his hand.

The air was harsh on your face. February in Indiana was cold, and the weatherman called for snow tomorrow morning. The warmth of your boyfriend’s hand made you sleepy; it was a comfort you often took for granted. There was frost forming on the bushes on either side of the door. “Close your eyes,” Eddie whispered.

You removed your hand from his and covered your eyes. The front door clicked unlocked and creaked open. Eddie moved behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You could hear him breathing in your hair. “Don’t trip,” he hummed. You heard him kick the door shut behind you.

His hands left your shoulders. Several clicks of a lighter later, your nose was flooded with the calming smell of lavender. “My favorite”, you smiled. “Yeah I know,” Eddie replied. There was some shuffling and his labored breathing. You could hear he was putting a lot of effort into perfecting whatever it was you were about to see. “Okay, open your eyes!”, he shouted.

Eddie was on the couch without a shirt, his chest shining red around a new tattoo. A dozen candles, and what seemed like ten times as many red roses, filled the room. He held a small box and kneeled down in front of you.

“You’ve changed my life in so many ways. You’ve helped me understand I can make a difference. You’re the most people person I’ve ever met, and I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” Eddie grabbed your hand and slid on the ring.

“Yes,” you cried. Tears fell onto his forehead as he stared up at you. “Do you like it?”, he asked, gesturing to the ring. The metal was thick, bats on either side of a shockingly big diamond. “Is this fucking real?”, you asked. Eddie stood and kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry about it, honey.” You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. There was a giant pink heart on the coffee table. “Oh shit what’s that?”, you asked. Eddie laughed. “Some sweets for my sweet, I figured you’d like those more than the ring.”

You cackled and shrugged as he fed you one of the chocolates.

[barchiewindowlightinthedark]

Do you Remember?💍❤️‍🔥