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Sorry if this sucks, tonsillitis is great..

“Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand. Baby, I could die a happy man.”

Pairing- Pete Dunne/Mark Andrews

Warning- Fluff

Pete was walking around the house, trying his hardest to get the house cleaned up and set for when his boyfriend came over for dinner. Pete and Mark have known each other since Pete was 12 and Mark was 14. Pete always had a thing for him, but he could never tell him out of fear of losing a friendship. It wasn’t until he was 19, he asked Mark to be his and Mark said yes. They tried their hardest to keep their relationship private, but it was no use. Everyone in the industry knew they were together, everyone was happy for them.

He had the table all set, he was lighting the candles when he heard a knock on his door. Pete finished lighting the last candle and quickly put the matches away before smoothing his suit jacket and taking a quick breath before making his way to the door, opening it up to see Mark dressed in a fancy black suit. Pete would move to the side, allowing Mark to enter the home. Pete would shut the door before slowly taking Mark’s hand in his. Mark would intertwine their fingers as Pete lead him to the kitchen. 

Mark’s jaw dropped once they reached the dimly lit kitchen. He saw a beautifully plated vegan Shepherd’s Pie, his favorite red wine, and vegan chocolate cheesecake on a cake platter in the middle of the table. Pete would slowly take his hand away from Mark’s, pulling a chair out for him. Mark would sit down in the chair, allowing Pete to push him closer to the table. Pete would move to the side of the table, opening up the wine bottle before pouring wine into two wine glasses, handing one to him.

Pete would then move over to the radio, turning on some Marvin Gaye before finally sitting across from him. The two would eat their dinner, talking about their last matches and the merchandise sales. Pete would occasionally look at Mark, he would look back with a look in his eye that always made Pete smile. Once the duo finished eating their dinner and their desert, Pete would put the dishes in the sink before slowly taking Mark’s hand in his. The duo would walk out onto the porch.

Pete would take his phone out of his pocket, putting on some slow songs before placing it down on the table by two outside chairs. Mark was looking up in the sky at the September stars before reaching out to feel the pouring rain. Pete would smile before slowly taking Mark’s left hand in his left hand before putting his right hand on Mark’s mid back. The two began to slow dance while listening to the rain pour down onto the roof. It was silent for a few moments, besides the music playing and the rain, before Pete finally spoke up.

“I know that I never tell you enough, but all I need in this life is you and your crazy love.”, he said while looking Mark deeply into the eyes. Mark’s face would instantly turn red which caused Pete to chuckle softly. Soon, Pete would let go of Mark before walking into the house stating he needed to go get something, coming back with nothing in his hands. “Everything alright, love?”, Mark asked. Pete nodded, “Everything is wonderful, would you turn your head for a few seconds?”

Mark was obviously confused, he turned his head to the side for a quick second like he said. When he turned around, his jaw instantly dropped. He watched Pete slowly get down on one knee, holding up a ring. “If I never get to see the Northern lights or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night, that wouldn’t matter to me. You’re a saint, you’re a God, the cutest, the hottest masterpiece on planet Earth. You’re too good to be true, there’s nothing better than you. Even in my wildest dreams, there’s nothing better than you.”, Pete would slowly take Mark’s left hand in his free hand. “Mark Andrews, will you marry me?”

Mark could feel tears forming in his eyes as he nodded which caused Pete to smile from ear to ear. Pete slowly slide the ring onto his ring finger before standing up, kissing Mark on the lips before hugging him tightly. Mark would return the hug, tears streaming down his cheeks. The duo were holding each other’s left hand, fingers intertwined as Pete leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand baby, I could die a happy man.”