Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

9) Marry Me?

Made: 2/17/2019

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AU: Post-Squip

Ship: Expensive Headphones

Warnings: One-Sided Love(?)

Based off of the art

It's just 👌👌
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Rich let out a content sigh as his eyes trailed over to the boy beside him, who was smiling childishly at the rainbow of fireworks erupting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) into the sky. Michaels gaze soon fell to Rich's, who had only now just realized he was staring. The Filipino's lips curved into a playful smirk and Rich could swear he felt his heart implode on itself, reaching over the bench they were on he cupped his boyfriend's face lovingly. "Happy 4 year anniversary, Love."

Rich wrapped his significantly smaller hand around the other's wrist, his eyes half-lidded as he melted into the touch. "I love you." Michael widened his eyes for a moment, scrambling out of the embrace and positioning himself on his knee. The shorter boy's breath hitched, a hand clamped over his mouth while he whispered several 'holy thit thith ith happening's.'

Michael looked up at him in mock-confusion, "I was just gonna tie my shoe, Jeez.." He lowered his gaze, "..but while I'm down here." He dug a shaky hand into his sweatshirt pocket, returning with a black box,  giving a lopsided, worried smile. "We-we've been... together for a few years and I... just, will you marry me?" Rich wasted no time before throwing himself into Michael, knocking both of them over onto the cobblestone path in the process. He sloppily pressed numerous kisses to the Filipinos face as silent tears rolled down both of their faces, accompanied by wide smiles.

Nervously grasping the other boys hand, Michael slid the ring on his finger. It hung loosely around the ring-finger, which was smaller than Michael had anticipated. Regardless, the shorter boy swung his arms around his Fiancés neck, forcing his face to be level with his before pulling him in for a kiss.

When they pulled away their foreheads pressed against each other as they continued giggling at seemingly nothing.

Next Year

Loud cheers rang through the Church as the newly wed couple grinned sheepishly at their friends, Jenna and Brooke practically in hysterics. Jake swung an arm around the shorter boys shoulders, congratulating him.

The 8 of them chatted for what felt like forever, talking over each other and catching up on their careers, lives, children, etc.

Jeremy gave a forced smile, but resentment danced in his eyes at the sight of the newly weds. A few tears streaked down his face though he played it off as glee as his best friend hugged him tightly, jumping on his toes a bit.

"I-I'm proud of you man." The Filipinos face glowed with absolute delight as he nodded in appreciation, thanking Jeremy before running off to find his husband. Jeremy craned his neck when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and was met with Christine offering him a sad, sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Jer." He gave her a weary 'thanks' before joining the rest of the group.

He sat down at a table with Chloe, holding up a glass of champagne and clinking his fork against it to get the attention of everyone in the room. He took a shaky breath, preparing himself for what he was going to say.

"...a toast to the groom's."

Jeremy will never be satisfied uwu