#BUT SERIOUSLY I WANNA FUCKING GRAB HIM AND HOLD HIM AND BITE HIM AND LUV HIM AND THROW HIM AT A WALL

[lasciviouspoison]

back with another chubby girl x ur fave post!!! hope y’all enjoy! this is a black reader x whoever post, but anyone can enjoy! catered to my fellow chubby girlz cause we rule the world <3

toji likes chubby girls. idc idc argue wit ya mama!

he always loved the idea of being able to surprise his pretty lil gf by picking her up like she weighs nothing and fuckin her anywhere he sees fit. <3

has 100% posted something along the lines of “i like bitches wit stomachs!! pussy always good and she soft!!” he def blew up on the net that day :/

but! needless to say, you came into his life shortly after.

you were a bit weary stumbling across him that sunny afternoon. seeing that fine ass 6’2, 280 pound man, completely covered in tattoos during your downtown walk was not in your cards for the day.

i mean, he looked scary as shit walking down the side walk. dressed in a short sleeved black compression shirt and black sweats, he seriously looked like he was getting ready to beat up the next person he saw. then the scar on his lip didn’t make him any more approachable looking.

you literally thanked your lucky star that you would enter your favorite coffee shop before having to walk past him. so imagine your surprise when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder while standing in line and seeing this same man give you the cutest smile.

he eventually convinced you to let him take you out later that night, and you’ve never looked back!

he constantly tells you “we don’t needa bed baby, i can hold you up jus fine”, with a devious look on his face. he thinks it’s funny when you get that surprised look when he fucks you standing up. he wouldn’t dare let his pretty baby sit on a dirty club sink, so, what better way to prevent that then by holding you!!

you absolutely love it. you’ve finally found a man that loves your weight and couldn’t care shit else about it. sure, toji works out like 6 times a week and is absolutely ripped, but he’d never make you work out unless you wanted to. and even then he’s questioning you, “why the fuck you wanna do that? you’re perfect the way you are, lil girl”. you just roll your eyes and rise up off the couch, but not before toji gives that ass a nice, hefty smack. of course you look at him like he’s crazy, but he just goes back to scrolling on his phone while biting back a laugh.

all of his friends don’t rlly get it, but he doesn’t give a fuck. seeing your pretty face and chubby cheeks makes him wanna giggle like a school girl, though, he’ll never admit it.

he’s also 100% the type to grab your rolls/stomach while laying in the bed. you look at him crazy every time and all he does is smile and give you a fat, wet kiss. “stop lookin at me ‘fore i put a baby in you”. suddenly ur eyes are wide open

ugh, toji just luvs the big gworls! :p

[cherry-bomb-ships]

GOSSSSHHH Y'ALL I AM SO EMOTIONALLY TIRED I am just sitting here like DYING and fuckin thinking abt Cortex I have NO IDEA how this stupid little evil manlet wormed his way into my heart so entirely but he really DID and I think about him every goddamn day and he makes me so happy and I love his stupid pathetic-ness and huge ego despite his failings and oh my god HIS VOICE TOO AND ALL HIS EXPRESSIVE ANIMATIONS ESPECIALLY IN CRASH 4 AND I JUST. FUCK MAN. FUUUUUCK 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖

[evolsinner]

⊱┊7

with the moment past {definitely not mentally}, i make my way to the lounge.

“hey, rosé?”

i see him seated on a 3 seat sofa.

a, i hope he didn’t see the way i shaved my hair down there into a love heart... b, he def saw my boobies!!

“y~yes, mr killian?”

“you hungry or something? i can order you some pizza.”

hell, i’m famished, can’t remember the last time i ate.

“no, aha…”

“you sure?”

“actually, yeah, i am, a little... sorry if that’s an inconvenience.”

“no, not at all! don’t be silly. i’m starving.”

i restrict a smile.

“here,” he shifts to the side, patting the middle seat, “make yourself comfortable. i’ll order some now.”

i place his hoody on the armrest and sit on the other end instead; don’t have it in me to sit right next to him. we would be like idk touching and whatnot. amongst the remote and his wallet, he grabs his phone from the middle seat, dialling a number.

“pineapple on pizza?” he faces me, holding the phone to his ear.

i fucking love pineapple on pizza.

“100%,” i reply confidently.

he grins.

i have just found my soulmate.

i admire how laid back he looks: his white untucked dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick veins and a dark tan, tie tossed on the table. is this how every male teacher looks after work?

‘cause, yummy!

“takeaway. one large vegetarian and one large hawaiian...with extra pineapple, please,” sir glances at me adorably. “cheers, sweetheart,” he hangs up after giving his number and address for the order. “should be here in 40 mins,” he informs me, “catch,” and tosses the remote at me. “pick a movie. make it a good one. i’m gonna go freshen up quickly.”

can i come?

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i struggle to find a goddamn movie!

sir’s phone vibrates and i look across at it. why does that thing be buzzing and ringing all the time? i mean... hmm… i lean all the way back, peeping down the hallway. i listen to see if the shower is still on.

🚿pshhshhshhshhshhshh

oh good, it’s still on. i sneakily pick up his orange google pixel 4 xl mobile phone. okay, let’s see, what’s his passcode? says his pin contains at least four digits. hmm...

1 2 3 4

incorrect pin entered

4 3 2 1

incorrect pin entered

6 9 6 9

incorrect pin entered

his birth year, maybe?

1 9 8 1

incorrect pin entered

it’s definitely mine, then.

2 0 0 0

try again in 30 seconds

fuck, what is it?!

now i’m adamant.

a while later, i listen for the shower again. no sound. fuck me! i also haven’t even picked a movie yet! i grasp the remote and quickly flip through the movies. in ‘newly added’ a film that goes by the name ‘barefoot’ {2014} appears. this’ll do. i haphazardly click on it, put his phone back in the middle seat and swiftly bring my knees up on the sofa.

bathroom door opens and mr killian returns, setting himself down.

and ohhhh boy, oh jesus h. christ, he is wearing grey sweatpants. grey. sweatpants. oh my goddddddd!!!!

🎵dun da daaaaa! dunda dunda da dun dadada oo oo oooooo dun da da

i cringe, really should have skipped the first 10 mins or something.

sir looks at me with an amused expression, “just started?”

i nod, embarrassed.

then he cracks up a little, “how long did it take for you to pick a film?”

“i paused it, was waiting for you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“alrighty then,” he slumps down, letting me get away with the white lie. “this better be good or else you’re held accountable.”

the professional teacher’s vibe is disappearing and transforming into a perky one.

he’s wearing a loose t~shirt with long sleeves and it’s even rolled up. his hair is damp and floppy, making him so much more attractive. he runs his hands through it, flipping it back as the stray droplets of water roll down his neck. i would gladly lick them off for him if he doesn’t mind...

“why’s my phone locked for 60 minutes?”

“huh?” i snap out of my daydream.

“my phone, why’s it locked?”

*ding dong.*

“maybe...you put the wrong password in?”

“pretty sure i didn’t, and you’re the only other person in this house, no?”

*ding dong!*

“aha..ha,” i giggle nervously.

“does it look like i’m laughing?” he asks me condescendingly.

my smile disappears.

*ding dong! ding dong! ding dong! ding dong!*

“ight, i’m coming!!” sir shouts, grabbing his wallet. “..jesus christ, break my damn doorbell, will you..” he mutters under his breath angrily.

bit hot...

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i only ate 2 slices of pizza so i wouldn’t look like a fat bitch in front of sir. he, however, didn’t even eat any. so much for being ‘starving’. he was just casually watching me eat. i could feel his eyes on me each time i took a bite and the odd olive or pineapple went rolling down into my lap. it was so awkward!

we’re halfway through the movie and i felt the need to say something because jay, the character, was such a jerk.

“i mean, it’s actually rather heartbreaking. daisy was locked away for most of, if not, her whole life. and now she is finally free, finally able to experience the pleasures of the real world. she put all of her trust in him and he abandoned her. that’s so not cool.”

as i’m analysing the film, i feel his eyes analysing me.

“well, you can’t blame him,” sir counterattacks. “jay had his own life, his own problems to deal with. she was just another added problem to that.”

“then he should’ve led her back to the hospital again instead of taking her on this joyride purely for his own greed.”

“remember, she chose to take part.”

“he was being selfish.”

“he was lending her a hand.”

“which is what ultimately made her fall in love with him in the first place,” i state like a full stop.

sir’s whole face just speaks wow. “so why didn’t you do my analysis homework then, huh?”

“because it’s boring,” i look him boldly in the eyes, his slicked back hair has me feelin’ oozy and woozy.

“oh, it’s boring?” he emphasises, raising his eyebrows. “is that so?”

“yup,” i purse my lips.

“what was it again?” he grabs my arm, pulling me into his lap. “‘boring’, did you say?”

i’m trying to escape and he’s trying to hold me still. gradually, our laughter dies out and we become aware, so much more aware.

“got some on your mouth,” he says in the heat of the moment, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

there was definitely no pizza sauce or whatever on my mouth, but i play my part. somehow, his thumb finds its way inside my mouth and i instinctively wrap my tongue around it. his green eyes glimmer like shiny marbles as he watches me

suck

on his

thumb.

i feel pressure underneath me, something building up in stiffness. i shift his hand away, glancing down and then back up again. his marble eyes, they just look at me. look through me.

no way in hell did i imagine this moment to actually happen. i mean, most of us girls had these insane crushes on teachers, but never did i think it’d unravel like this.

he firmly places his hand on my lower backside and pushes me closer to himself. “what, you scared now?” he whispers, dominance combined with confidence, topped off with lust.

i gulp, trying to sound brave, “and why would i be scared?”

“you should be,” he replies.

i am lost for words. this kind of intimidation is seductive. all i wanna do is kiss him! though i won’t make the same mistake of glancing at his lips twice.

he speaks in a soft tone, “has anyone ever told you how captivating your~”

“my eyes are?” i finish his cliché line off for him.

“...your lips,” he corrects, casting his gaze down at them.

i bite my bottom lip, flustered for acting like a smartass.

“you know, on some occasions, i’ve noticed that you bite your lip when you’re nervous. it’s cute,” he grins, “i like it more than i should,” and waits patiently for me to fall into his devilish trap.

believe me when i say i’m trying goddamn hard to not sink my teeth into my flesh! which is why i replace it with a mere innocent gulp.

“but on most occasions, you gulp,” he says as i’m gulping.

he removes the hair from my neck.

i get hella anxious, hella aroused so i..

“nuh~uh,” he shakes his head and pulls my bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. “‘nough biting from you, sweetheart. those are mine to bite now.”

am i dreaming right now?

i try to reposition myself by moving a little back so that i’m not directly on him. as i do this, his erection rubs further into me and i slightly moan kinda too evidently. my eyes open super wide and i instantly shut my mouth. it surprises me that it doesn’t faze him one bit.

“your t~t~thing is p~poking me..” i gesture with my eyes to his manhood.

his orbs shine like someone has stabbed an apocalyptic emerald sunset multiple times. it’s glorifying. magical. the stuff dreams are made from. and instead, he pushes me further down onto his sculpture. he leans his head in, his mouth millimetres away from mine.

“and do you like it?” he questions seriously.

our noses touch, our lips brush...

“answer the question.”

“yes,” i squeak. “i like it.”

i try to remain as calm as possible, but it’s impossible due to the nerves causing havoc inside me, particularly the nerves between my thighs. i don’t know what to focus on. that mouth? his eyes? or down below...

“may i let something be known, luv?” sir requests politely.

i nod.

“i can see your tits...through that shirt...” he whispers sexily.

my breath hitches up.

kiss me! why won’t he kiss me? just fucking kiss me! shit, it’s impossible not to look. i give in and look at his lips. the corners curve slightly into a wayward grin. i see... he wants me to initiate it.

welp, sorry, no can do, mister.

he literally places my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugs at it, his breaths hitting my mouth like rose petals. this act is enormously enticing, but i know he’s teasing me.

my turn.

i purposely grind in his lap and he suppresses a hoarse groan. then he scoffs. very conceited. he’s so gonna lose. i keep my lips impossibly close to his for when he forfeits which should be right about...now.

he shakes his head smugly.

i frown, pouting.

he half~smiles adorably.

fine, i have a better idea. one he doesn’t see cumming coming.

i lift away the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and grip his hand. his body automatically tenses up. i can feel him getting harder from just the thoughts i’m giving him. i bring his hand closer to me. he’s losing and it’s hella entertaining to watch.

unexpectedly, a phone goes off and i jump in fright. i rapidly get off him and he returns to his usual, rigid ways. he aggressively clears his throat before answering that stupid device.

whilst pacing up and down and holding his forehead, he stares at me intently like i’m that fucking maths problem again!

[writingformadderton]

Why don’t you kiss me? - Part 2

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 3200

Summary: Richard and Taron are a happy couple and enjoy their time together. No matter if it’s a birthday, Christmas, or simply taking care of each other. Prom gets closer and they realize once more how much they love their better half...

Additional Tags: FLUFF, birthday, comfort, cuddles, soft, prom, slow dance, matching suits

Based on the request by: @taron-eggmcmuffin

Part 1

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Taron smiles brightly as he feels someone wrapping their arms around him. He can smell his boyfriend's cologne and reaches back to stroke over his hair lovingly. "Morning to you," he says and closes his locker.

"Mornin." Rich mumbles, still tired, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Someone's tired." he chuckles and Richard hums in agreement holding him close. Taron turns around in his grasp and giggles seeing how exhausted he looks. "Were you studying last night?"

Rich leans forward and gives him a tiny lazy kiss before burying his face in his neck. "Mm."

"Aw, don't worry so much about it. The exam is in four days and you need some sleep too." Taron nods and plays with his hair calmingly.

"I know, I'm just nervous," Rich admits and stands up straight with a groan. "I can sleep after the first lesson when we have one hour off."

-

And so they find themselves outside, Taron sitting in the grass leaning against a tree, Richard between his legs. Taron has his arms wrapped around him and Richard's head resting on his shoulder. It doesn't take long for Richard to fall asleep, feeling comfortable and safe in Taron's arms.

As soon as he's asleep Taron plants a kiss in his hair and shifts forward a bit so Richard can lie on his torso a bit flatter. He listens to the calm breathing of his boyfriend and feels peace settling in. He absolutely adored it when he fell asleep in his arms, cuddling into him as he dreamed.

"Richard, wake up, love," Taron says and softly rubs his shoulder. His boyfriend groans protesting and turns onto his side, burying his face in his chest. T giggles softly and rolls his eyes. "We have a lesson in ten minutes, come on."

"Don't want to." Rich whines and rubs his eyes tiredly.

"I know, but you're sleeping at my place anyway today. You'll have enough time to sleep and cuddle, I promise." T says and fondles over his head.

Richard sits up groaning and watches him with tired blue eyes. "I love you," he whispers and Comes closer connecting their lips to a kiss before leaning their foreheads against each other, nudging Taron's nose softly.

"I love you too, Richie," Taron whispers back smiling.

 -

Two months later it's Taron's birthday and Richard already planned some things for the day. He picks Taron up at home and his surprised boyfriend falls into his arms kissing him happily.

After school, they get some fried chicken and eat it in the park, where their relationship began almost two years ago. They keep on fooling around, sharing gentle kisses in between bites.

Richard pulls him on his lap and watches him adoringly. "Happy birthday, bubs," he says as a smile formed on his lips.

Taron beams at him and cups his face kissing him. "Thank you so much for all of this," he says and fondles over his cheek.

"It's nothing, T. Just lunch on your birthday." Rich chuckles.

"But it means more to me, I told you that I didn't really have someone celebrating my birthday with me besides my mum before we became a couple." Taron states and sees how Richard's face softens.

Rich grabs his backpack and takes out a package. "It isn't much but I think you can use it."

"Oh Rich, I told you you don't have to give me a present!" T protests but there is pure adoration in his eyes for the man in front of him.

"Shut up, it's your birthday, of course, I got you something" Rich laughs and rolls his eyes at him playfully.

Taron opens it and takes out a beautiful pair of round glasses. "Rich," he says and looks at him seriously. "Come on, I told you not-"

Richard leans forward and kisses him to shut him up. "I broke your glasses during a tickle fight, here, now you have some new ones," he says and takes them, placing them on Taron's face.

"You're cute, you know that?" Taron asks, chuckling.

"Damn, you should see your eyes right now," Rich says and watches him full of love. "Shining even brighter now." Taron starts laughing at that and Richard tickles him. "You're a real beauty, you know that?" he asks and watches pink creep up Taron's cheeks.

"I'm not, but thanks," T says and looks down at his hands.

"I've got no reason to lie to you," Richard says and lifts his chin with his fingers, turning his face towards him. "You are." he places a soft kiss onto Taron's nose and smiles.

"Shut it, Rich. You're the beauty here." he giggles and pets his cheek.

"Nope." Richard just says and kisses him firmly when he wants to protest. "You're perfect and sometimes I still can't believe you're mine."

Taron watches him lost for a moment before laughing. "You're a dork."

"Idiot," Rich mutters under his breath and rolls his eyes.

"I am the one who can't believe that you fell in love with me. You, my love, could have had anyone you wanted" Taron explains and straddles his lap, facing him now and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"For someone as smart as you you're a real dumb ass sometimes" Rich huffs and watches the man in front of him closely. "Think, Taron. I don't wanna have anyone else. I only want you." Taron rolls his eyes at him and kisses him. "Stop rolling your eyes every time I tell you something cute." Rich punches him playfully and they fall into fits of laughter.

"You know I love it when you tell me cute things. I just don't wanna tear up every time." Taron giggles as Rich rolls his eyes now. "Which is something I know you love, but makes me feel like an oversensitive idiot."

"You may occasionally be an idiot, but you're my idiot." he winks at him, making Taron blush. "And yeah you're right, I do love seeing you teary when something sweet happens."

- 

Taron tries to concentrate on the lesson, but his eyes keep on wandering over to the window to stare outside. It's December and Christmas is coming closer, snow is falling down gently from the cloudy sky. He braces his head on his hand and crosses his legs, tapping his foot nervously. T is waiting eagerly for this lesson to end as he looks back at Richard sitting at the table next to him.

His boyfriend looked awful, his eyes were shining feverish and his nose was blocked, making it hard to breathe properly. Richard was shivering visibly to him and had the sleeves of his hoodie pulled down over his hands. Rich was fighting off a bad cold at the moment but he refused to stay home, not wanting to miss any school.

Taron holds back a sigh and rolls his eyes looking at the clock and seeing they have still twenty minutes to go. His eyes drift back out the window and he is glad they already planned on Taron staying with Rich this week since they had been at his place the last week. It became a tradition to stay with each other most of the time since their mothers didn't mind having both of them around.

Richard sneezes loudly and catches Taron flinching in his seat. He can't hide a grin as he looks at him and leans down to his bag to get a tissue. "Fuck." he curses underneath his breath as he realizes he used all of them already.

Taron takes out a pack of tissues from his own bag and hands it to his boyfriend who smiles thankfully blowing his nose. "Keep 'em," he whispers.

After what feels like another hour the bell finally rings and Taron gets up relieved taking his books and putting them into his bag. He looks at Rich who's slower in his movements than usual, exhausted from not being able to breathe properly, and helps him to pack his stuff. "You okay?"

"Been better," Rich says and sniffs a bit in a pitiful attempt to breathe. "My headache got worse today"

"Let's bring you home," Taron says and grabs Richard's hand.

Outside Richard begins shivering heavily at the bus stop and Taron wraps him into a tight hug, rubbing over his arms. Rich hides his face in Taron's jacket and sighs a bit. He hates being sick and feeling so physically weak.

Taron leads them to a seat in the bus and Richard leans against him, searching his near. T wraps his arm around him and tries to keep him warm. He frowns a bit as he cups his cheeks. They feel hot underneath his fingers despite the bone-chilling cold around them. "You feel like you're running a fever," Taron says, and Rich nods.

"It feels like I am" he sighs and nuzzles into him.

"That means you'll stay at home until you're two days fever-free," Taron explained with an apologetic smile as Rich admitted defeat.

 -

This evening Taron sits next to Rich on his bed with a bowl of soup in his hands. Richard laughs as he starts feeding him and coaching him like a toddler. "Stop it." he chuckles.

But Taron was having too much fun with it and digs the spoon in the soup again. "And here comes the airplane for Richard." he makes some dumb airplane noises that makes them both crack up.

Richard takes the spoon into his mouth and smirks at T. "You're so dumb sometimes." he whispers adoringly and his boyfriend smirks.

"I know." he giggles and feeds him another spoon.

 -

When they finish the soup Taron lies down, Richard's head resting on his chest. He fondles through his hair and massages soft circles on Richards scalp, T knew he always loved that. "That'll be the first time I've had to be in school without you since we got together. You were never sick before." Taron sighs and looks up at the ceiling.

"Mm, you gonna be okay?" Rich asks carefully. Taron was safe from his former bullies as long as they were together. Since the kiss after the game he won no one dared to harm T in any way. But would that be the case when Richard wasn't around?

"Sure," T says and looks down at him. "Don't worry so much about me, Luv"

 -

And then there's Christmas. Richard picks up Taron in the evening and takes him out for dinner. After their meal, they walk through the park as it suddenly starts to snow. Rich grabs him by the waist and takes his hand, starting to slow dance with him. Taron giggled nose and cheeks red from the cold peeking out from under his coat.

"You're already practicing for prom?" he asks teasingly and Rich chuckles.

"Maybe," he admits and pulls him close. 

Taron blushes a bit and hides his face in his shoulder, wrapping his arms closer around him. They sway around for a bit in the powdery white drifts, holding each other close and enjoying their company. "I think I love you," Taron mumbles into his shoulder and smirks.

"I know I love you." Rich answers in a low voice and grins back. They look up into the dark night sky, covered with stars and their hearts warm. There were so many people on this planet, so many different stories and he somehow deserved to meet Taron to become part of his story. "This shit is unreal." he breathes out.

Taron pulls back confused and follows his gaze. "What are you talking about?" he quirks an eyebrow and chuckles softly.

Richard turns him around in his embrace and rests his head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Look at all the stars up there and think of all the people on this planet. Every single one of them has their own life, and their own path." Rich says and T leans his head against his trying to understand what he means. "And sometimes two of them get close," Rich points at two stars close to each other. "But why them? Why does one of them deserve the other" he continues and T frowns a bit. "That's what's so unreal about us. What did I do to get you by my side out of all these people?"

"You know what else seems unreal?" Taron asks and turns his head sideways. Richard's deep blue eyes look at him questioningly. "How absolutely adorable you are," he whispers and connects their lips to a tender kiss. "You changed my life, Luv"

Richard leans their foreheads together and bumps Taron's nose with his. "And you changed mine, bubs,"

Taron turns around in his arms and wraps his hands around his neck. His eyes wander all over his boyfriend's face and his heart starts racing. "Merry Christmas, Richie,"

"Merry Christmas, T." Rich answers and inches closer to plant another sweet kiss on his lips.

 -

Taron puts the books he won't need today in his locker and closes it. He's a bit confused about where his boyfriend is because Richard told him they could go for lunch today. He seesaws on his toes and takes out his phone to text him.

"Hey, Taron."

T looks up and sees one of Richard's mates coming over to him. "Hey." he greets him with a smile and gets pulled into a tight hug. "Have you seen Rich anywhere?"

"Oh yeah, he got caught up with our trainer. He asked me to tell you to wait for him at the football field," he says and tries not to spill anything more.

"Okay. Thanks, mate." Taron nods, putting his phone back in the pocket of his trousers. He steps outside in the warm sun of May squinting his eyes a bit at the bright rays. The weather was finally getting more beautiful again. T wanders over to the football field and frowns a bit seeing only Richard. No trainer... What was he up to now? Taron starts walking over to him when Richard suddenly holds up a sign, asking him in bold garish lettering to be his prom date. T rushes over to him and jumps into his arms, nearly tackling him to the turf with a squeal.

"Is that a yes?" Richard giggles and holds him tight, one arm underneath his bum to hold him up.

"Of course it's a yes, dummy," Taron mumbles and buries his face in his shoulder. He breathes in Richard's cologne and imagines them at prom, slow dancing together and not giving a care About anyone around them. He was always safe with Rich.

Richard noticed how tight Taron was holding him and how deep he was burying his face in his shoulder. What could he say his boy was emotional. "You alright there, bubs?"

"I'm happy so happy," Taron says, pulling back tears shining in his eyes and down his cheeks.

Rich watches him with a soft expression. "Why are you crying now?" he whispered.

"I'm just- You know... I always thought prom would be shit and I would be alone." T shrugs his shoulders, his eyes wander all over his face. "And now I have the most beautiful boyfriend asking me to go with him, just a bit overwhelming."

Richard lets him down and cups his face lovingly wiping away his tears with the pad of his thumb. "Taron, you are amazing, kind and so, so beautiful. I still can't believe you're mine, so quit thinking you're the only one who got lucky here." he chuckles softly. "It's just as unbelievable to me to have you. I don't care if you don't believe me"

Taron shuts his mouth again and blushes all up his neck. "If you only knew how happy you're making me..."

"Trying my best," Rich admits and smirks at him. He closes the gap between them and presses their lips to Taron's tears stained cheeks ever so softly. "I love you so much, bubs,"

"I love you too." T let a shy smile creep back onto his face before returning the kisses full of love.

 -

"Will you please stand still now?" Taron giggles and shoots his boyfriend a playful glare.

"Sorry." Rich mumbles chewing his lip and stops hopping around. He couldn't stand still for long and the only thing that could keep him still was cuddling as long as he could move his hand in Taron's hair.

Taron fixes Richard's tie for the billionth time and beams up at him once it looks perfect. "You really didn't do that before?"

"No," Rich admits and his cheeks flush pink in embarrassment.

"Aw don't worry, love. I'll show you how when we have some time." Taron assures him.

Rich wraps his arms around his waist and nods smiling back. "yessir" he leans down and captures Taron's lips in a kiss.

T turns towards the mirror and looks at Rich. "I like it." he raises his eyebrows at him through the mirror.

"I like it too." Rich agrees and watches his boyfriend. Taron was wearing a brown suit, covered in patterns and some blue in it. He's wearing a blue tie in the same hue and it also matches Richard's blue suit. Richard himself was wearing a tie matching Taron's suit. Richard bows before him falling back into his manner of making fun of everything. "Mr. Egerton, it would be an honor if you would dance with me?"

Taron gives in. "Of course, Mr. Madden, but I'll have to warn you I'm terrible at dancing." he stretches his hand out and Rich grabs it pressing a kiss onto it before standing back up straight laughing.

"Liar! You know you can dance!" he protests.

"And you know I would kick your ass if you called me Mr. Egerton in front of anyone and 'bow' at me." Taron jabs back grinning.

Rich grabs him and starts tickling him. "Idiot," he mutters under his breath and pulls him close.

"Love you too."

 -

Taron sways gently in Richard's arms and smiles up at him. Richard's blue eyes are shining back at him beautifully and he feels himself sinking into them more and more as the song continues.

Richard lets his gaze wander over Taron's face and realizes once again how beautiful his man was. He holds him closer than ever and everything seems to be perfect. Rich leans his forehead against Tarons and nuzzles his nose with his own, T smiles and kisses him softly. "Please never leave me," he mumbles underneath his breath only for Taron to hear.

"I would have to be very stupid to leave you." T giggles softly and nudges his nose back against Richards. "I love you far too much to do that."

"I love you too, so so much, bubs," he admits and runs a hand over his cheek gingerly as the song ends. "I can't wait to get another yes from you, but this time permanently."

"Now you're getting cheesy." Taron laughs and shakes his head. "Chill, Madden. I won't go anywhere, you have enough time to propose."

Rich just laughs and cups his face, captivating his lips in a beautiful kiss as Taron hums happily. They would always have each other.

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