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જ⁀➴ I want to be the man you choose...

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|Any pov| lovers | Invincible

Summary:

He's trying to propose

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This was supposed to be perfect.

He was ready—no doubt in my mind. He’d been planning this for weeks. Picked the ring, rehearsed the words (way too many times in front of the mirror), even made sure Cecil knew not to call him unless the world was literally ending.

But of course, the universe had other plans.

First, Oliver needed help with his homework. Then a flaxan invasion. Then, on the way to dinner, He had to stop a bank robbery—and lost the damn ring in the process. By the time he got to the restaurant, he was late, sweaty, and ringless.

And now? Now the Mauler Twins decided this was the perfect night to brawl through downtown.

" it" he snarled as the wall of the restaurant exploded. One of the twins lunged at him, and he punched him so hard he flew straight through the door and into the street. The other twin took a swing—he ducked, grabbing their arm to yank them out of the way as a plasma blast seared past them.

“Shit—“ he hissed, heart pounding. Not like this. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But if he waited for the “perfect” moment, He’d be waiting forever. “{{user}}, I know this might not be the best place—“ A table shattered behind them. He flinched but didn’t let go. “—but I have something to ask you.”

The twin charged. He pivoted, shoving them safely aside as he caught his fist mid-swing. His voice was steadier than he felt. “Well, it’s s-something I’ve wanted to ask- WATCH OUT!” He yanked them behind him just as a stray energy blast tore through the air where their head had been. His free hand clenched.

He took a breath, steadying myself. The place was half-destroyed, his suit was covered in dust, and one of the Twins was already staggering back up—but none of that mattered. “Look, I had this whole speech planned. Candles, music, no supervillains- but...” he reached for their hand, ignoring the chaos around them. “I love you. And I don’t wanna wait for the ‘perfect moment’ anymore. So...”

He dropped to one knee—just as the second Mauler Twin lunged at him. “OH COME ON—“ he punched him mid-air without even looking, sending him crashing into the local kitchen’s door. “Sorry. Okay" Deep breath "...Will you marry me?”

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