This is a request for Kaoru97, who asked for this for her birthday FOREVER ago, so, I'M SO SORRY but I did end up writing one anywayy so don't be maddd?

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Nerves

"Dude," Black Star stared at his best friend seriously, "Just do it."

Soul exhaled in annoyance,

"Shut up. I know! I will…"

"You've been saying that for like two months." The assassin was growing tired of Soul's constant trepidation about the whole subject, and frankly wanted to move on to something more interesting: like maybe, and he was just thinking off the top of his head here: himself.

"Okay but this time I actually will," Soul defended. Black Star rolled his eyes as the white haired weapon continued, "It wasn't the right time before!"

"How about this, how about you stop being such a pussy-bitch and just get it over with, god dammit!" He slammed his hand down on the table.

"Shut up. I will! I just don't want to fuck this up!" Soul ran is hand through his hair, clearly annoyed, "It's not like I'm hurting anyone by waiting a little longer."

"Wrong. You're pissing me off! Stop being such an asshole and just ask her already! I'm sick of you constantly being weird about everything. Be a man about it!"

"Thanks Black Star," Soul deadpanned, clearly not impressed with his motivational speech.

"What? Are you scared she's going to say no or something?"

"No."

"Ohhh I see." Black Star smirked at his friend,

Soul sighed, not ready for whatever it was Black Star was going to say to him, "What?"

"You're not ready! You're not sure you want to do this!"

"Oh God. You're so completely wrong, stop being such a girl. When I say I'm just waiting for the right time, I mean it. I'm not lying to you. Christ." Soul stood to his feet,

"I bet you're carrying the ring with you right now, aren't you?" Black Star raised his eyebrows when Soul hesitated for a moment,

"No." He lied,

"OH REEEEALLY?" Black Star pounced from across the table as Soul swore loudly. The two crashed to the ground as they wrestled around,

"For the love of—Black star! Stop being such a kid!"

"Let me see in your pockets then!"

"No! Fuck off!"

"Just—"

"I will turn into a Scythe, don't think I won't!"

"Then I'll blast you with my soul wavelength!"

The two tumbled around the kitchen swearing at each other until Black Star found exactly what he was looking for and stood up triumphantly, the small black box in his hands,

"AH HAH!" He stood and laughed obnoxiously, a common victory announcement. Soul stared up at him from the linoleum and scowled,

"Okay, you win. Give it back." He gritted,

"Nope! Maybe I'll go propose to her, since you're being such a coward about it." He laughed again when Soul sighed and stood up, brushing off his black pants.

"If you want to propose to a girl so bad, ask Tsubaki to marry you. You live together anyway." Soul snatched the box from his friend and shoved it back into his pocket,

"Tch. No. I don't exactly uphold the same, 'family values' as you do, obviously." He sank into his chair, putting his feet on the table,

"Don't do that, Maka will kill me." Soul said, pushing his friend's feet off of where the couple ate dinner,

"Shit, you're married already. All you have left is the damn ceremony- oh, and you manning up."

He was being so uncool. It wasn't a big deal, he wanted marry that stupid girl, and he was pretty sure she wanted to marry him.

Pretty sure.

He sighed and shook his head, shifting his weight uncomfortably,

He just needed to do what Black Star said, just get it done.

Just ask.

Just do it and then move on, no matter what he answer was.

"Soul!"

His stomach tightened as his meister called from down the hall,

"Have you seen my purse?" She yelled from her room

"No." He said back evenly from the living room.

She was taking forever. She was making him even more nervous than he already was. All he wanted to do was take her out to his fancy restaurant and ask her to marry him, but nooo she had to take forever to get ready and lose her purse and for some reason move slower than a-

He was being ridiculous now.

"Are you sure? I just had it!" She shouted again,

"For fucks sake! No! I don't know where it is!" He snapped, instantly regretting his outburst. She was silent and he peered around the corner, inhaling sharply. She was in her room when she muttered,

"Well so-orry. God."

Maka rifled through her room, frustrated beyond belief. She just had her purse not five minutes ago and now it was missing. She huffed, throwing the sweater in her hand on the ground and falling back onto her bed.

This was stupid.

She didn't even want to go out when Soul was in a mood like this.

She tugged at the hem of her black dress as she gritted her teeth. Soul had been in a bad mood for the better part of a month it seemed and it was driving her completely insane. She didn't claim to know everything that went on in her partner/boyfriend's head, but she usually could tell what he was thinking somewhat.

This was just so beyond her.

Maybe she should tap into his wavelength and just—

Or maybe not. That was invasive and if there was one thing that she and Soul needed to be able to do was remain weapon partners regardless of their relationship status.

Which right now she was really worried about because things did NOT seem to be going exactly as planned.

He was so angry lately. Everything seemed to set him off, and every time they planned something fun or nice to do he would act weird the whole time before going home angrily and going straight to bed without a second word.

His own bed.

Not that it mattered, but they hadn't been very physical lately.

She sat on the edge of her bed and sighed, her stomach tightening.

What if Soul was going to break up with her?

Well, it didn't matter. She didn't need a guy to keep her happy or secure or whatever. She didn't even care. Men weren't important.

She thought she was going to be sick.

Soul was the only person she wanted around permanently: the only man she wanted around at all. She was in love him with and she didn't ever want to have to get over him breaking up with her.

Tears pricked at her eyes and she swallowed thickly.

"Maka," She heard him from the living room and her heart picked up speed, "Let's go, okay?"

She stood shakily to her feet and taking a deep breath strode through the door.

"Coming,"

This was so awkward. In fact, this was the most awkward thing he could imagine. The two of them had both ordered food. Expensive food; and neither of them was even touching their respective meals.

She was probably mad at him. He was mad at himself so it made perfect sense for her to be as well. He was being a total idiot. He was rude, angry, frustrated and generally an asshole.

How could he ask her now? She probably would scream a 'no' at him and storm out.

He wouldn't blame her.

"So…" He started. Maka's eyes snapped up at him from the ravioli she was toying with,

"Yeah?" she said with obvious trepidation.

Soul ran a hand through his hair, slumping back into his chair,

"Look, Maka, I'm really sorry…"

He saw her eyes widen: an expression of obvious panic. His guilt deepened along with his insecurity.

"Um, Soul…" She chewed on her lip, shrinking back a little,

"What is it?"

"Do you…" She waited for him to interrupt her, but he just held her gaze, "Have something you want to tell me?" she finally offered.

"I—Well—" He wasn't expecting her to say something like that. Maybe she had found out. Fucking Black Star. He shouldn't have told him. He probably told Tsubaki who probably found told Maka because that's just how girls were and now it was ruined and everything was falling apart and— when did he get this pissed off about the whole situation?

"How did you find out?" He said grimly. He didn't do nervous. This was him trying to overcome it and crashing and burning in a blaze of his own self-importance, because he wasn't the one that was important anymore. It was all Maka. God knows it had been for a long time.

"I just figured is all…" She looked down at her lap sadly. So, she didn't want this after all. He probably looked like such a jackass.

"It was Black Star wasn't it? Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have told him-I'm such an idiot." He shook his head angrily.

"It wasn't anyone Soul! You've just been acting weird; it wasn't hard to figure out." Any trace of sadness seemed to be replaced by anger in a flash. Not that that was a rare occurrence for her.

"So… You don't want me to then?" He glanced around the restaurant; people were starting to stare.

"Of course I don't want you to!" This was getting indignant.

"Oh. Okay."

"But I'm not going to like… keep things as we are if you're unhappy." She muttered, slumping back into her chair.

Maybe it was his turn to be angry now.

"Well I'm not going to make you unhappy! I just thought this was what you wanted!" The ring box weighed a thousand pounds in his pocket.

"Why in death's name would I want this?!"

Ouch.

"Is this because of your stupid dad?" Soul gritted.

The look of absolute appal on her face seemed to confirm that one for him.

"Pardon me?!"

"You're scared of serious commitment because your dad is a cheating whore. I'm not like that Maka! I thought you knew that." He didn't mean to sound so hurt; he really hated the way the words sounded coming out.

Why did he do this in a public place?

"How does that have anything to do with this situation?" She hissed.

The waiter approached the table awkwardly. Soul didn't even look at him, instead he and Maka held each other's gaze: seething.

"How's everything going?" The waiter had clearly heard most of their argument, and his awkward, fake concern was grating.

"It's lovely." Soul said through gritted teeth.

"Oh. Oh well good. I'll be back to uh—check on you later," The man smiled before scurrying away.

Maka continued to stare at him, her mouth pressed into a line. He stared straight back, not wanting to give her any ground.

He finally opened his mouth to speak and she seemed to perk up a little.

"I'm sorry." he said evenly.

"Whatever." She finally looked away, focusing on the hem of the table cloth.

"Maka, honestly how was I supposed to know this is how you'd react?" He said quietly.

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. She kinda—exploded.

"What did you want me to do Soul!?" She was on her feet. He couldn't help but look around at the other patrons who were all staring at the couple with wide eyes. She didn't seem to care, "I fucking love you! You know that!? And I believed you when you told me that you loved me!"

"Uh—What?" If he thought he was confused before, this was a whole new universe of confusion.

"Shut up! I'm not done! You want to break up-FINE. That's fine! But how DARE you assume that I'd take that lightly and not get upset!" Tears were streaming down her face, "You always told me you'd never do something like this! You always said that!"

He didn't mean to smile. He REALLY didn't mean to; it was just that, she thought he was going to break up with her. That was the stupidest thing she could have thought, and the most wrong thing in the world. He couldn't help it: a chuckle escaped his lips.

"YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY, DO YOU?!" She bellowed from across the table, slamming her hands down, silverware bouncing and both glasses of water spilling all over everything.

Soul reached into his pocket without a word,

"You know what! FUCK YOU!" She turned to leave but he was quicker than her. He was off his chair in a flash and caught her around the wrist.

She turned back quickly.

"What do you wa—"

She stopped; her eyes wide as she looked down at him.

He was on one knee, the ring box open and held out to her in the hand that wasn't wrapped tightly around her wrist.

"Will you… uh… marry me?"

He made a face, for once having no actual idea what was going to happen next.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously,

"M-marry you?" She whispered,

"Yeah, you know like… have a big old party, invite the folks, kiss. Be together forever, all that?" He smiled at her awkwardly. He could feel everyone in the restaurant watching them. It was like the whole room had stopped breathing.

Dead silence.

"You don't want to break up with me?" She squeaked out,

"Um, no: the opposite of that actually," He exhaled, "So…?"

She paused for a moment before her face lit up like he had never seen. He felt his chest warm as a big tear spilled down her cheek,

"Well, obviously I'll marry you," She sobbed while simultaneously laughing.

He took the ring from the box and shakily put it on her finger as she beamed down at him.

"Well, thank fuck for that."

All the tension and nerves of the last two months rolled off of him as he stood to his feet and picked her up into his arms, her head in his neck, her laughter shaking her whole body,

"Do you have to say it like that?" She sniffed, still grinning at him,

"Yes," He held her tightly and laughed.

He didn't even notice everyone in the restaurant applauding until he calmed down enough.

It wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but it worked. She had said yes.

He felt like an idiot for even thinking she would say no, and more of an idiot for acting like enough of a jackass that she thought he was going to break up with her.

Figures. Silly girlfriend.

Oh, wait. No.

Silly Fiancé.

She leaned up and their lips met. He couldn't help but smile through their feverish kiss.

He dug into his pocket and tossed a pile of bills at the table, still planting little kisses on her mouth every couple of seconds, he picked her up and made is way out of the restaurant.

She giggled excitedly as they toppled haphazardly into the back of his car.

A/N:

Hey guys! I know I've been really bad at updating, I'm just working on a lot of other writing projects so I've been a little overwhelmed, but I'm trying to finish a bunch more of these. Sorry for taking so long to get through requests! But I am doing my best!

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