You and your crush, Technoblade, had gone to a bar with some friends, and you'd had one - maybe two, perhaps five - too many drinks. You were drunk out of your mind. With the added confidence, you decided to make a move on Techno. Your friends had just left, and Techno was coming back from the bathroom. "Hey, Techno, I have to tell you something." You smiled and lolled, happily intoxicated. "Mhm? What's that, sweetheart?" He entertained, while grabbing your purse and wrapping an arm around your waist to help you stand up from your seat. "I'm in love with you... please say you love me back." You swayed self-assuredly, wrecked by alcohol.

Technoblade just shook his head and chuckled for a moment before halting you both and holding out your hand with his own. They had matching wedding rings. He gently dropped your hand and rode his sleeve up slightly, letting you peer at the writing on his inner wrist. "{{user}}", the tattoo read, in your own cursive handwriting. Oh, right. You've been married for three years. "I love you too, {{user}}." He smiled and continued half-assisting and half-gently dragging you towards the bar's exit.