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Hi anon!! I love this lol he would absolutely not know what to do 😭

Here's a lil something for ya this fine afternoon<3

Taglist: @eridianhearts @pixiebuggz 💖

Your ears perk up at the familiar set of keys jingling at your door.

Leaning back on the kitchen counter you quickly adjusted the hem of the I had potential shirt you had borrowed from Rylands impressive collection of science pun t-shirts.

It sat right below your hips covering well, nothing really...

Ryland stumbled in taking one quick glance in your direction, sweat dripping and breathy from biking back to your place. So preoccupied fumbling around with his bag, putting up his coat on the hook, waving his hands around as he talked about his day that his brain didn't process what he just saw.

"Hi, sweetheart sorry I'm late! I was grading papers and a parent came by to talk, you know the one who's kid is a kiiiind of a trouble ma-"

You clear your throat, finally catching his full attention, lower lip drawn between your teeth wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of pink lacey panties that left absolutely nothing to his imagination.

"Woah- hon, you- my shirt- wow."

He stood there running a quick hand through his hair in awe, mouth opening and closing attempting to get something, anything out but failing each time.

You step closer, hooking your index fingers in his belt loops pulling him in so his body is now flush with yours. The scent of sweat and musk with a slight hint of his woodsy cologne invaded your senses sending a warm tingle straight down to your core.

"You've been working so hard Dr. Grace-" your lips ghosted his before placing a gentle peck on the corner of his mouth, "figured you needed a distraction." Dancing your fingers along his hips you move to take his wrist and pull him to the bedroom. Ryland followed behind without a word like a lost puppy following its new owner.

Dragging him along you look back, his glasses all askew with that lovestruck look in his eyes sent a warm flush of red right over your cheeks.

ryland grace x teacher!reader

summary: the four times Ryland’s students questioned his relationship with you, and the one time they got an answer

word count: 2.7k

warnings/tags: your students play matchmaker and love gossiping, ryland owns a car here, pureee fluff

The first time was what initially caught his students’ attention.

Teenagers, albeit being annoyingly nosy, were also incredibly perceptive. And unfortunately for Ryland, about ten heads snapped up in his direction as he emerged from your classroom five minutes before lunch was going to end. 

He held the door open, his body halfway out the threshold, yet still thoroughly engrossed in whatever conversation he was having with you. Even from thirty feet away, his students could see as clear as day that he did not want to leave.

And then, you appeared at the door. You playfully shooed him out, lips turning upwards into a smile, making some witty comment that the kids were too far away to hear. He said something in response, eliciting a small laugh from you as you took yet another step closer, nearly toe to toe with him.

Because let’s be real, Colt doesn’t even attend the same university as you and Ryland. So what the hell is he doing here?

The blame lies on Ryland. He had cancelled their dinner plans, claiming he "had to go to a party". So, Colt took that as an open invitation. After all, what kind of fun could Ry possibly be having without him? That curiosity is what lands him here, standing in a room full of normally uptight, intellectual students finally letting loose.

Colt is currently drinking his third beer of the night, having still not spotted his brother. He isn't sweating it, though. He’s just been chilling, grooving to the music and trying (and failing) to flirt with a few people.

“There you are!” a voice cuts through the music, approaching him. Colt turns just as you slide into his space, a wide smile on your face. “Hey, where’ve you been?” you ask.

Colt looks over his shoulder to see if you are speaking to someone behind him. You let out a soft laugh, your eyes crinkling “Such a dork”

Before he can answer, your fingers slide into his. Your other hand holds a plastic cup, which you raise to take a slow sip. At this point, Colt’s brain is filled with questions. Who is this? Why are they talking to me like we know each other well? Wait, do I know them, or are they just drunk?

“Hey, stranger” he finally manages, offering a crooked smile and hoping his voice reaches you over the music. Either the bass drowns his voice out, or you simply don’t care, because you lean closer. Your eyes blink, trying to force your hazy, alcohol-induced vision to focus on his face.

“What’s this?” your voice softens. Your hand leaves his, your fingertips rising to gently brush the skin just below a tiny cut on his right cheekbone. Before he can even process the touch, you step closer, tilting your face up. “Did you get hurt in the lab, babe?” You frown, your warm exhale hitting his jaw.

It takes a lot to paralyse Colt, but a beautiful (drunk) stranger gently investigating a scratch he didn’t even know he had, at a party he shouldn't even be at, does it. “S’okay” you murmur, staring into his eyes with a sleepy, soft smile, “I’m sure you sanitized it. I’ll kiss it better”

Suddenly, all the pieces click together in Colt’s mind. Oh. Oh, no. They think I’m Ry.

But the realisation confuses him further. Since when was a gorgeous person calling his brother “babe”? And more importantly, since when was Ryland receiving spontaneous kisses at parties? Ry hadn’t mentioned a single word about seeing anyone. Colt is so baffled by his brother's secret life that he doesn't even register you leaning in until he feels the soft pressure of your lips against the cut on his cheek.

Twins must truly share a sixth sense, because Ryland chooses that exact, moment to appear from the crowd.

“Colt, what the-?” Ryland’s voice cuts through. His eyes are wide behind his glasses as his gaze darts back and forth between his identical twin and his partner.

To make matters worse, Colt takes a defensive step back from you, looking like a man who just got caught red-handed.

Startled by the movement, you blink and turn your head toward the voice, then look back at Colt. Your foggy brain finally registers the glasses sitting on the newcomer's face.

“Ry!” you exclaim in glee. You lung forward and clutch his arm, your drunk mind having already forgotten that a mere two seconds ago, you had just kissed the face of a different man.

Ryland stared at his twin, “You wanna explain, Colt?”

“Bro, I swear I am innocent!” Colt raised his free hand, “they literally cornered me and attacked my face with their mouth! It was an assault, Ry. A beautiful assault”

You blinked, your head tilting. You squinted at Ryland, then looked back at Colt, “Wait...why are there two of you? Did the drinks catch up to me?”

"No, babe. Actually, I’m not sure about that because I don’t know how many drinks you had” Ryland sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and adjusting his glasses, “this is Colt. The twin brother I had mentioned long back, who apparently has nothing better to do than drive all the way here to crash my university party”

“Excuse me, I don’t need invitation!” Colt defended himself, crossing his arms and smirking, “and for the record, your partner definitely had too much to drink because they called me a dork. I guess I should’ve figured it out then”

You looked at Colt’s messy hair. Then you looked at Ryland’s (also messy) hair and the frames of his glasses. The horrific realisation finally set in. “Oh my god. I just kissed your brother” You gasp.

“You kissed his cheek” Ryland corrected instantly, his tone carrying a hint of jealousy. “Oh yeah, why didn't you step back before the lips made contact, bro?” He asks Colt.

“Hey, my hands were tied!” Colt grinned, enjoying his brother's irritation, “A gorgeous stranger corners you and kisses your wounds better? You don't say no to that, Ry. It’s called basic manners”

You buried your face against the fabric of Ryland’s jacket, “Please tell me I’m hallucinating”. Ryland wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side.

Colt chuckles, taking a slow sip of his beer. “So” Colt starts with a grin, “you’ve been hiding your gorgeous partner because you knew they’d realise I’m the better choice, obviously”

“I haven’t been hiding anyone!” Ryland grumbles, “we only got together recently”. He looks down at you, then snaps his gaze back to Colt, “And they wouldn’t prefer someone who calls falling down the stairs ‘The Big Bang’” he mutters.

Through the embarrassment of mistaking your boyfriend’s twin for him, you couldn't help but huff out a laugh.

Colt doesn’t even blink, being immune to his twin’s attitude. "Mmhmm, sure, whatever, nerd" Colt teases, stepping closer to gently pat Ryland’s shoulder. He paused, pointing at his right cheekbone as he looks at you, "For what it's worth, babe, the cut does feel a lot better!"

"Get out!" Ryland snapped, though his cheeks were now flushed. Colt winks at you before disappearing into the crowd.

“Mr Grace, are you okay?” Student 1 asks, leaning against the table. Ryland stiffens slightly, clearing his throat before stammering a response, “Y-yeah! Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’re blushing at your phone” Student 2 points out, crossing their arms, “It’s giving loverboy energy”

“It is not giving...” Ryland scoffs, trying to deflect their attention, “You’re seeing things. I’m fine. Anyway, what do you need?” Trying to look professional, he quickly sets the phone down on the desk to face them, forgetting to lock the screen.

That proves to be a mistake. Student 3 peeks down at the display, gasps in mock horror, and immediately points a finger at it. “No way. Mr Grace, please tell me you didn’t just send her a picture of Pluto”

“Hey! Leave Pluto out of this” Ryland says, flustered but defensively, “Pluto is beautiful!”

Student 1 squints closer at the screen, reading the text out loud, “Wait, did you actually caption it 'my love for you'?! Oh my god, this is so cringe!”

“No, you did not!” Student 2 chimes in, laughing. “You need to up your rizz, Mr Grace”

Face turning completely red, Ryland snatches the phone off the desk and shoves it into his pocket, “Okay, first of all, it is not cringe. It’s Sputnik Planitia! It’s literally a heart-shaped glacier! It’s peak romance! Second of all, my ‘rizz’ as you call it, is doing just fine, thank you very much”

Student 3 giggles, adjusting their backpack. “If she doesn’t block you for that, she’s it”

Ryland cannot help but laugh, rolling his eyes as he finally steers them back to actual schoolwork. “Okay, that is enough commentary on my text game. Do you actually have a question about the homework, or are you just here to violate my privacy?”

“Fine, fine” Student 1 sighs, “We just wanted to know if the assignment is due on Friday or Monday”

“Monday! It's due Monday” Ryland answers, shooing them toward the door with a playful wave of his hand, “Go study and leave my love life alone!”

The students laugh as they finally walk out of the lounge. Left in the quiet room once more, Ryland takes out his phone, and unlocks his phone to open your chat to send a follow-up text.

Ryland: Baby, sending a picture of a heart-shaped glacier with the caption "my love for you" isn’t cringe, right?

You: Lmao did your students look at your phone?

You: To answer your question, it is cringe, and also sort of cute. But hey, I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to date you

Ryland: HEY!

You: I love you too, Mr Grace. Even if your love is filled with nitrogen ice

The guy is smart as fuck, but sometimes you wish he would just shut his trap. He was bit of an ass. What can you say? Sigh.

You only became friends because you were paired up for a group assignment. You would never voluntarily approach a guy who once pushed a beaker off the table in a lab out of frustration. Luckily, the beaker was empty and so was the room, but you caught the whole thing through the window while passing by. So yeah, his first impression wasn't exactly stellar.

But the more you saw him around, the more you realised he wasn’t all bad. He had two friends. It was a total shocker at first that he was even capable of keeping them, but you eventually saw that he was loyal. At least, from the distance you witnessed it. He made them laugh and always had their backs. Everyone has different sides, and that applies to him as well, you suppose.

When your group assignment first started, you two barely spoke. Then, another guy in the group expressed a slightly different opinion on a section of the topic, and Ryland went bonkers. He called the guy names and stated he’d rather work alone than with someone who lacks basic scientific knowledge. Before the argument could completely blow out of proportion, the rest of the group intervened.

Later, you found Ryland alone, shoving books into his backpack while his pens and papers kept scattering all over the floor. You silently started helping him pick them up. He suddenly muttered a soft, "Sorry". "You had to deal with a tense environment" he added, pausing, "but..."

And just like that, he dived right into a lecture on why the guy was wrong, going off about every single scientific fact related to the topic. He didn’t even give you a chance to breathe, let alone speak. Okayyyyy, you thought, this is brand new.

"People are allowed to have their own opinions, you know" you finally said after he had ranted for God knows how long.

"They are" he surprisingly agreed, before continuing, "only if their opinions aren’t absolute crap". There it was. But when you burst out laughing instead of calling him an asshole, you could see the tension drain out of his shoulders.

After that, everything changed. You started talking more, walking to class together while debating the daily lecture topics, and grabbing coffee between classes. You called each other whenever either of you got stuck on a formula, only to end up talking about completely random things later.

The more time you spent with him, the more you realised he is a genuinely good guy. He just comes with terms and conditions. He’s funny in his own dorky way and surprisingly understanding, except for the rare times you question something he considers fact. Even then, he has never snapped at you. You quickly realised he actually controls his temper when he cares about the person. He is helpful. No ifs, ands, or buts.

And he’s cute. Not that you would ever admit that to his face. His blue eyes crinkle behind his glasses when he smiles at you, and those dirty blonde strands he constantly pushes back are just as stubborn as he is, always falling right back over his forehead. Then there's his style. The guy is clearly always freezing, he wears a long-sleeved undershirt, a T-shirt over it, and a hoodie or jacket on top. Flannels over tees, oversized sweatshirts - you name it. Yet, when his nose isn't buried in a textbook, he's oddly relaxed.

Eventually, he dragged you along to a party his friend mentioned. You didn’t really know what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn't Ryland drinking like it was his last night on Earth. He looked like he was having the time of his life, so you just shrugged and grabbed another drink for yourself.

By the end of the night, you found yourself trapped against a wall. Ryland’s body pressed into yours as his lips dragged a wet trail up your neck to your mouth. When he kissed you, the lingering taste of his rum invaded your mouth, blending with the flavor of your own drink. It was a sloppy, messy, desperate kiss, fueled by the alcohol buzzing in your system. He was vocal, too, letting out low hums, groans, and quiet moans against your lips.

After that night, it became a regular, unspoken thing. You’d always end up all over each other post-party, only to go right back to being friends the next day. Neither of you dared to address the lingering feelings.

That is until his friend finally grilled him about how he really felt about you. Which leads to right now. Sitting in a crowded campus cafe, trying to enjoy your morning coffee while Ryland stares at you.

"I can’t focus" he groans, rubbing his temples.

You take a sip of your coffee, "That sounds like a you problem"

"It’s a you and I problem" he fires back instantly.

You just stare at him over the rim of your cup, raising an eyebrow.

"I-I like you" Ryland says, his face turning a shade of pink, "as more than a friend. I can’t focus because I keep thinking of you, and the thought of you being with someone else someday ruins my entire day"

You freeze, your cup held mid-air.

"If you’re gonna reject me, do it quickly" his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the table.

"No" you simply state.

"Not so quickly!" he panics, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

You burst out laughing, the tension disappearing, "No, I’m not gonna reject you, Ry"

He blinks, taken aback for a few seconds, "Oh"

Anyway, uni boyfriend Ryland is an absolute experience.

Everyone wish my husbo a happy birthday today! It's entirely a coincidence this cake idea happened around now lol.

Cake communication based on a suggestion by @anna-neko !

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I guess he's the boss he can do that.

Okay so I was all done with these for today, but then this mad genius, @avoid-avoidance came up with the most incredible idea. I couldn't stop til I got this down.

notes: praise kink anyone?, dry humping mmm, f reader.

warnings: 18+, smutty (if you squint)

You and Ryland rest on the couch at his apartment. It’s late. Really late. He has to get up for work in a few hours, but he can’t help staying up with you. Your schedules didn’t seem to fit lately, and you had come over for dinner for the first time in two weeks. Of course Ryland would want to keep you within arm’s reach for as long as he possibly could. It didn’t matter if he was tired at work, as long as he got to have you.

An old movie long forgotten plays on the tv at a low volume. You straddle Ryland’s lap, a thin blanket draped over your shoulders to keep you both warm. You’re both heavy-eyed as the lack of sleep catches up to you. Ryland’s hands find purchase on your hips and his face is nuzzled into your neck. Your shirt is bunched up at your waist, and he’s tracing lazy circles on your skin, lulling you—and let’s be honest himself—to sleep.

Ryland kisses your collarbone all the way up to your jaw. His hair spikes in different directions from you playing with it. “You wanna go to bed baby?” you ask, your voice laced with sleep.

“Soon,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. You adjust yourself on his lap and he groans. A tired smile tugs at the corner of your mouth and you pepper kisses on his neck. You lift your hips up for a moment and Ryland whines at the loss of contact.

Quickly, he pulls you back down onto him, which earns him a small whimper from you. He’s gently tugging you closer to him and your drowsy brain finally gets what he’s trying to do. You internally roll your eyes; he could’ve just asked you. Still, you find it cute and you don’t have any objections.

Slowly, you rock your hips back and forth, and he lets out a quiet contented noise. “That’s it baby,” he urges you on, his thumb digging into you as his half-asleep brain tries to guide your movements.

You’re desperately trying to find more friction and Ryland notices. His hips raise and you whine. “That feel good, hm?” he’s asking, fixing the blanket that’s seconds away from slipping off your shoulders.

“Mhm,” you manage to get out, completely blissed out. You can tell Ryland is too because he’s breathing a little harder, and his kisses are sloppy and open-mouthed. By now he’s feeling more awake, his eyes fluttering open. Ryland’s face is flushed and he can’t help but admire how pretty you look making yourself feel good on top of him.

“You’re doing so well for me.”

You glide your hand up his bicep to steady yourself as your rhythm gets clumsier. “Ry…”

“Yeah baby?”

You’re so tired but he feels so good. He’s warm and saying all the right things. It doesn’t help when a whine slips from his lips. He sounds so pretty, your brain is short-circuiting.

“You feel good,” you answer softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Ryland’s hands trail up to your bare chest and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Ry.”

“What is it sleepy girl?”

“Need more,” you admit sheepishly, as if him using everything in him to stay up and help you get off before he does isn’t enough.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

authors note: a few things i think about while i should be working. just my opinion :)

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✩ rarely ever gets sick but is the biggest baby when he does. he becomes sooo bratty and you have to try not to laugh at him so he doesn’t start whining.

✩ has a hard time falling asleep but once you two move in together, cannot fathom the idea of going to bed without you right next to (on top of) him.

✩ has perpetually sweaty hands, so interlocks your pinkies when walking together.

✩ an amazing gift giver but terrible at keeping them a surprise. will get you something and immediately have to give it to you because he’s too excited.

✩ you could be mid conversation, and you see his brows furrow, and he takes the glasses off your face, cleans them on his shirt, then places them back on your face while actively listening and engaging with you.

✩ has his go to pet names but loves to call you cringey things on purpose to get a reaction out of you.

✩ going off the last one, huge rage baiter!! especially, if you’re dating him. he loves to tease you, get all condescending, just to see you get a little bit sassy and annoyed. cause it kinda turns him on. but will begin to apologize profusely if he feels like he’s gone too far

✩ will book club books with you so he can spend time with you.

✩ will learn to braid your hair so he can run his fingers through it.

✩ will randomly start singing a song if you say a phrase that reminds him of one. and he has a song for everything.

You never give him any reason to get jealous, but the smallest things still tick him off. A guy standing too close while talking to you, a look that lingers a second too long, or another guy making you laugh. He even got jealous of his own twin brother because you drunkenly planted a soft kiss on a cut on his cheek. Ryland is really not the best at being chill.

In his defense, he never thought about committing to anyone before you. But now that he has you, it simply annoys him when some random guy tries to slide into your space.

So, it is no surprise that he feels irritation at the pit of his stomach when he finds you alone in a class, one he doesn't share with you. You are shuffling through your bag while some guy stands in front of you. The problem isn’t just that the guy is close (it sort of is, but he can let that go), it’s that he is staring down at you with a small smile that is anything but casual.

Ryland silently watches from the doorway as you pull a notebook from your bag and hold it out. Instead of just taking it, the guy steps in closer, his smile stays in place as he reaches out, brushing his fingers against yours in a way that is impossible to mistake for an accident.

Having seen enough of this guy’s stupidity, Ryland decides it’s time to make his presence known. “Hey, baby” he says, his voice cutting through the quiet room as he steps inside.

Now, Ryland is not someone who likes PDA. In fact, he usually avoids PDA altogether, believing that affection belongs behind closed doors. But seeing the sudden flash of shock on the guy’s face the moment that endearment leaves his mouth brings an odd wave of satisfaction.

You look up at Ryland, a little confused by the sudden appearance and the label. “I was waiting for you outside, but you didn’t show” Ryland says, sliding right up next to you. He doesn't spare the stranger a single glance as he continues, “Thought I’d check in and make sure you weren't drowning in here”

“Oh! Yeah, uh, I was just handing my notes to Mark” you explain, gesturing to the guy whose name Ryland has finally learned, “Mark, this is Ryland. Ry, Mark”

“Hey, man” Ryland says, offering a tight nod as he hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side.

Mark raises his eyebrows, glancing at the arm. “Uh, hey. Yeah, I was just asking if they could help me out with the material since they aced the last exam. Figured it’s better to get help from someone who actually gets the subject, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. They’re incredibly smart” Ryland says, flashing a tight smile that makes Mark shift uncomfortably on his feet. “Say, babe, didn’t you tell me this was actually the easiest class you have this semester, though?” he asks with a look of mock curiosity.

Your eyes widen. You never said that to him. You know him too well, and you know exactly how salty he is being right now. Before you can interject to explain that the coursework actually gets pretty complex, mostly to stop Ryland from sounding like a complete dick to a classmate, he keeps on going.

“Well” Ryland remarks, his tone filled with casual cruelty, “I guess everyone has different cognitive bandwidths”

You close your eyes for a second. This is exactly the arrogant version of Ryland you used to watch from a distance before you actually got to know him.

When you open your eyes, Mark is standing there taken aback. His mouth is slightly parted in disbelief. Before the silence can turn into a full-blown confrontation, you force an awkward laugh.

“He’s just joking” you tell Mark quickly, trying to smooth over the tension, “uh, hey, you can just return those notes to me during the next lecture, okay?”

Mark finally snaps out of his shock, gripping the notebook tightly. He mutters a quiet, “Yeah...okay” and quickly shuffles out of the classroom.

The second the door clicks shut, you sigh and pull away from Ryland’s hold, taking a step back, “What the hell was that about?”

“What?” The audacity of this man to act completely innocent after tearing down a fellow student’s intellect is absurd. You look at him, exasperated, “Ry, you just insulted him! He literally didn’t do or say anything to you to deserve that!”

When he doesn’t answer and simply looks away, staring at the wall, you continue “And I never said this class was the easiest! You don’t get to be an absolute ass to people for no reason, Ry!” His eyes snap back to yours, “I had a reason” he murmurs.

“He was standing too close to you” he continues, his voice dropping as your eyebrows furrow. He takes a step forward, getting into your personal space again, “He thought he could slide his way into your space using a stupid excuse of tutoring”

Suddenly, everything clicks in your mind. “You’re jealous” you state plainly. “Not jealous” he shoots back instantly.

A laugh escapes your lips, “Ry, please. I’ve known you long enough. You always get like this when you’re jealous”

He exhales a frustrated breath. Before you can move, he crowds you back against the desk. His hands rest onto the surface on either side of your hips, trapping you between his arms.

“I couldn’t let him think he had a shot” he whispers, his breath mingling with yours as he leans down. His gaze drops to your lips, “He doesn’t stand a chance, right?”

He doesn’t even give you a second to answer before crashing his mouth onto yours. His lips part yours, his tongue sliding in to claim your mouth. A low groan escapes his throat the moment your fingers instinctively tangle into the hair at the back of his neck.

You manage to pull back just an inch, panting for air, “Someone might walk in, Ry”

“Don’t care” he mutters. He dives back in, tilting his head to press the kiss even deeper.

he’d want to do an actual proposal- would work with adrian and rocky to make you a ring and set up the perfect day for you!

you two would sleep in and he’d ask if you two could go for your daily walk on the beach a little later in the day so you two could watch the sunset… he’d even take you off the usual path so the spot where he proposes is much more memorable-

and oh he’d be so nervous- he probably practiced getting down on one knee with rocky for hours (rocky makes sure his postures good and that he can open the box for you)

then- when it’s finally time the biodome illumination team makes the sky fade into the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen

and grace cries, you cry- if rocky and adrian could cry they do when they see you with your ring

the ceremony is just as beautiful.. adrian helps you get ready and rocky helps grace- both of your outfits were made to look like they were from earth with added eridian touches (rocky and adrian have the opposite- eridian clothes with bits from earth’s fashion)

all the eridians who worked on the biodome are there- excited to see such an important day for you two.. and when the time comes, grace’s kids spread little fake flowers down the aisle- setting the path for you to walk in

grace cries when he sees you- how could he not?? by the time you reach him you’re both teary eyed and smiling so hard your cheeks ache

his vows are incredibly thought out and genuine. he promises to love and take care of you forever and ever!