#man Busy Work Event at the beginning of may every year really bonks with my cosplay schedule

[seekingthestars]

i hate that i do think it'll be cute to have so many more flowers on eevee 3.0 bc hand-sewing 72 appliqués is gonna be a huge pain 😭

[kosmosguk]

Fôret de Cauchemars (M)

Pairing: sleep psychiatrist kim namjoon x reader

Word Count: 6.3K

Summary: Plagued by nightmares of your boyfriend’s death, you turn to sleep psychiatrist Kim Namjoon for help. What you find in him is condolence in your isolated world, a ray of sunlight breaking through gaps of rotting leaves. What you find in him is a dream, a beautiful dream, until that dream shatters to reveal the true nightmare underneath. Sometimes, nightmares seamlessly blend into reality, and, unfortunately, waking up simply won’t make them go away anymore.  

Warnings: Yandere themes, death, murder, mature themes (bondage, cunnilingus, unprotected sex), smut, violence, kidnapping, self-loathing, psychological disorders, manipulation,  mentions of suicide, gore 

A/N: Finally back with a fic in a...month? Sorry for the delay; the work load of classes this year has been a real bonk to the vibes, but hopefully testing out a oneshot fic will get me back in the writing energy. Happy fall, and maybe (just maybe) we’ll vibe it up with a new spooky series featuring our beloved yandere bangtan boys! Dedicated to Namjoon’s birthday (although it’s been weeks), and hopefully Jungkook’s birthday fic will be up next. Unfortunately, this means next release of Lineage might not be until October/early November, but I hope you guys stick around!

You didn’t quite know when the nightmares began.

They were unconscious little pricks of fear, the kind that crawled under your skin into your skull and left you with a cold sweat and rapid heartbeat. You always forgot them when you woke up, but their influence was engraved into your bones and etched in every sleep-deprived jolt of paranoia and every accusatory glance you threw to your empty surroundings. You felt eyes on you, even though the remnants of your fading rationality knew that there was nothing there.

Each night filled with the conflict of battling off your body’s desire to sleep left you even more exhausted and even more terrified of some nameless entity that your sleepless mind had conjured up.

The nightmares did not stop. They refused to stop; you knew you needed to solve it somehow. That brought you to the moment of now, in the present, across from a sleep psychiatrist in an office with an air condition system that blew cold gusts of air against the back of your neck and left bumps of goosebumps rising up on your skin.

You curled in on yourself, picking at the ends of your sleeves until the threads became loose, as the sound of rustling paper flipping between your sleep psychiatrist’s fingers filled up the gaps of your sleep-deprived mind. You tentatively threw a glance at the man across from you.

If you weren’t nearly irrational from the lack of sleep, you would’ve been able to truly appreciate how handsome the man was. He was the kind of handsome that artists drew portraits and sculpted of and poets waxed long pages of sonnets about. With smoky gray hair slicked back, eyes curved elegantly behind silver-rimmed glasses, and a sharp mouth set back in a firm expression, Dr. Kim was the type of beautiful that you found in every sharp edge of an icicle.

However, it was unnerving how familiar you felt with his beauty.

“(Y/n) (L/n), correct?’’

His voice, a baritone that encased the chilly office air, drew you back into your blurry reality. You heard a soft click as he turned on his stopwatch. The soft ticking noise reverberated in the still room, just a tinge louder than the blast of the air conditioning. You nodded your head mutely before reaching up to rub at your sore, burning eyes.

“Yes…,” you fought back a yawn, and your words slurred a bit as tears prickled your eyes,” Sorry…’m jus’ tired.”

His gaze, previously neutral, softened a bit more at your pitiful state.

“Though it is currently difficult right now, we’ll work through any psychological stressors that may be causing your nightmares. When did the nightmares begin?’’

You blinked owlishly at him—well, you were more like a raccoon than an owl with how severe your dark circles were, though that was a jab of humor your dwindling mind allowed you on only rare occasions—as you tried to register his words.

“Hmm,’’ you rolled your shoulders back, and a dull ache throbbed through your body as you stretched it,” I don’t…really remember. I don’t remember a lot of things now. Can’t even remember what I did yesterday… Maybe…a couple months ago? They weren’t…weren’t as bad as they are now, so I didn’t really pay attention to them.”

“Have you tried any over the counter sleep medications?’’

You scratched your neck.

Tick, tick, tick.

“Tried a few, but the nightmares didn’t seem to go away. Woke up…,” you shook yourself as if to demonstrate,” cold sweat and everything after a bit. Nightmares came right away, which is weird cause I don’t think I’m even asleep long enough to enter REM.”

“We’ll try a stronger prescription to see if it’ll help you sleep better. Has there been any troubling situations lately? Some time before the nightmares started, right when they started, or even ongoing ones?’’

You blinked again, your eyelids scraping against your dry eyes.

“Hmm…Someone, uh, passed away… My boyfriend? Maybe these nightmares are about losing him, but I dunno…can’t remember them.”

“Would you like to talk more about this?’’ Though his tone was more gentle, Dr. Kim had a look in his eyes that seemed even more chilling than the artificially generated wind against your skin.

You didn’t pay attention. It took you a lot more effort to pay attention to things nowadays and noticing tiny almost unnoticeable things was even more difficult.

“Yeah…It was tough that time. He disappeared, and they found his body. Said he killed himself, but, uh,’’ you tugged even harder on the loose threads, your eyes glued to them,’’ I didn’t even notice the signs…”

“Do you blame yourself for what happened?’’

You blinked once and then twice and then thrice. You could not look at Dr. Kim, but there was a strange shift in the air. Maybe it was a delusional mix of emotions and sleep deprivation. Maybe it was something more. You settled on the former.

The next words came out a bit more choked than you wanted them to. You thought you might’ve cried if you weren’t already so mentally and physically exhausted.

“Yeah…I was his girlfriend. Shoulda seen the signs, but I was busy, and we were drifting apart…,” you bitterly mumbled,” No excuse, though. I have no excuses…”

A silence settled between the two of you. You felt like you had just bored some piece that you had crammed in your soul so tight that it drifted into your thoughts like a second poison. You were so tired; you wanted to tuck yourself into the leather chair and fall asleep to avoid how vulnerable you felt. You noticed him level his steady gaze on you.

“No one can see the signs. People are good at hiding the worst things affecting them, even from those they care for deeply and who care for them deeply. You can’t continue to blame yourself for events in the past that cannot be changed and let that blame affect the you of the present and the future. (Y/n), the first way to conquer your nightmares is to forgive yourself.”

For the first time in the meeting, you raised your gaze to meet Dr. Kim’s gaze straight on. Your eyes, vulnerable and holding onto a devastatingly deep sorrow, were surprised to see that the look in Dr. Kim’s eyes was not as pulled together as his words were. But maybe, as you unconsciously tugged on another thread so hard that it yanked out of your sweater sleeve and drifted to your lap, that was just another one of your delusions.

Dr. Kim’s words resonated throughout your mind on your commute home. They bore a weight on your mind as you slowly shuffled throughout the rest of your day, and they rang even stronger as you laid in bed.

When you closed your eyes, you felt yourself drifting off into the land of unconsciousness. You were running in a forest, clumps of dead grass, rotting leaves, and mud staining the soles of your feet, and your breath gusted out in sharp white puffs of air. The dew of the forest left a sheen on your skin as the wind brushing against your body chilled you to the bone. Underneath the whistle of the wind, you could hear the sound of something ticking.

Tick, tick, tick.

Something grabbed your ankle, sending you sprawling to the forest floor, and you threw a frantic glance at what had yanked you down. Tears built in your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. You were trying to push yourself off the floor to keep running, but the branches and roots of the trees of the forest broke out from the floor and wrapped tight around your trembling form, pinning your quaking body to the muddy ground.

You saw a glimpse of a hand and part of an arm extending itself from the forest floor, dirt crusted under the fingernails and staining the crevices of the palm. The forest floor opened up, dirt jaggedly fragmenting and cracking open, as the body behind the hand emerged. You watched, petrified from your spot to the floor. The head pushed out from the forest floor first, and your eyes made contact with the sunken eyes of your dead boyfriend. You were screaming now, your voice hoarse, but no sound coming out. The ticking sound grew louder and louder, and you were crying even harder.

He was so pale that the moonlight trickled through his almost translucent skin, a corpse that dragged itself to the land of the living, and his dark hair was matted to his forehead. There was a sticky glint to the side of his head where his hair looked more clumped. You forced yourself to tear your gaze away from it.

“Why…Why did you leave me behind?’’ his voice was like a haunting croak. You could speak now, and your voice pitched into a petrified scream.

“I didn’t mean to…! I didn’t mean to! You told me to run! You told me to run!’’ your voice broke out of your throat, and it grew and grew in an unruly crescendo. “I’m so sorry! I should’ve never left you behi-“

You drew in a sharp inhale that suffocated you, leaving the last words still on your lips as you woke up in your bed. The chill of the forest left you; you were in your bed again, the sheets and blanket messily wrapped around your body. You had been thrashing in your sleep, sending pillows down onto the floor. The room was still dark, just a few moments before dawn. You got up, the cold sweat on your body leaving you breathless, and you blindly reached down to grab your pillows and throw them back onto your bed. Instead of touching the slippery silk covers of your pillows, your fingers met something soft and cuddly.

Your fingers wrapped around a tiny, stuffed arm, and you pulled up what the item was.

A scream tore out of your lips as you threw away the item. It was the stuffed bunny your boyfriend had given you the night of your first anniversary, the last night you had seen your boyfriend before he had pushed you to keep running; this was the very item you had dropped in your run out of the forest. You had left it there.

Why, why was it here?

Your head was hurting, and you dropped the plush animal back onto the ground. You hadn’t noticed the faint blood stains. Its faux fur was too dark for you to make out the splashes of dried brown red.

No, no, what do you mean you left it there? You never went in a forest. Your boyfriend overdosed. They found his body. You weren’t there; you were at home working— You sagged against your bed as your head pounded in throbbing agony.

No, you were here. You were here, waiting for him. It was your first anniversary. He was late. He never came home. You had gotten angry and had called him several times. And then…And then, you got the phone call the next morning that they found his dead body. He killed himself. You forcibly repeated that until it was ingrained in your head, and your breathing slowed down.

The next time you woke up, the sun was blindingly warm against your face, but the nightmare had already left your body cold long before.

You were seated across from Dr. Kim again. The dark circles were even worse today, and you fought back a yawn as he clicked his pen and pressed the tip against the pristine white of his notepad. You watched through watery eyes as your name elegantly swirled out in ink on the notepad.

“I’ve been sleeping the most I’ve ever had in a while, so, uh…Hah, would that even qualify as a perk?’’ you smiled weakly,” And I can remember my nightmares now, though that in itself is exhausting me more than the nights before the remembering ever could.”

His pen stopped right at the second curve of your name. He raised an eyebrow, his demeanor still as composed as ever. He was listening. He was the only one who would listen to you now. Well, you suppose he was the only one who listened because you were paying him for each second of his time.

“That’s good to hear. Remembering your nightmares can help us continue to identify and potentially reduce the impact of your psychological stressor. Continue to talk about them. What do you see?’’

“Uh,’’ you yawned this time, your yawn so big that it cracked your jaw and filled your eyes with tears,’’ They’re a little vague.’’

“It’s okay. You’ve made progress.”

“Mmm…if you say so.’’ You scratched your wrist, your gaze on the skin,” Well…I’m in a forest. Super scary. I think it’s the one they found my boyfriend in. And I’m running. And, uh, a hand comes out and grabs my ankle, and I try to break free…but…but I can’t, the trees are coming and they’re wrapping so tight…I can’t breathe.”

Your words sped up, and you didn’t know you were choking on your own breath until you let out a strangled cough at the last word.

“Keep on going.”

“And I—,’’ you’re tearing up now, sobbing slightly as you force the next words out through ragged breaths,” I look over, and it’s him! It’s him! He’s there! He’s climbing out…and he’s asking me why. Why! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!’’

Your voice heightened in its pitch, and you were just a whisper below a full-on yell. Your shoulders shook, trembling as the tears spilled out and splashed against your cheeks and dripped down your chin, and you were curling further into yourself as you fought to inhale a deep breath. Dr. Kim was out of his chair, his hands stroking your shoulder gently, and he was soothing you. He was holding you now. You buried your head into the collar of his shirt, staining the cloth with tears and snot.

This wasn’t professional, but Dr. Kim made no move to get away, and you didn’t care that you were probably violating some doctor-patient code of conduct rule. It had been so long since someone held you and stroked your back so kindly.

When you finally broke away from the hug to look at Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim brushed the drying tears off of your cheek, his finger glistening with your tears. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. This was wrong. Not only professionally, but your boyfriend…You couldn’t move on from him. But you couldn’t push away the only hand that was willing to dry your tears.

You somehow managed to look at him, your cheeks feeling hot, and you shakily whispered,” I’m…I’m sorry.”

Who were you apologizing to? Dr. Kim for having a mental breakdown, though his job in the very first place was to help you with mental breakdowns? Your dead boyfriend, who was rotting away 6 feet under for finding solace in another man? Or you, poor innocent you who had suffered so much?

He tenderly smiled at you, the warm look strange compared to his usual stony expression but oh so comforting.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s normal.” He cleared his throat, his expression turning cold again, and he was back in his leather chair.

Somehow, although the two of you had resumed as if was normal, you knew something had changed. Maybe it was when his arms were wrapped around your trembling form, his touch warming up your freezing body, or maybe it was the very moment you had sat down on the sofa across from him just a few minutes ago.

Or maybe, maybe something was different between the two of you all along.

You had the same nightmare again that very night. Well, it was not like it ever really changed, not when your psychological state of mind seemed to seek its purpose in rattling every single nerve in your poor body. But something seemed even more worse than usual in your dream.

The scent of mildew was the same, damply settling on the back of your tongue and in your throat, and you could smell something rotting underneath the sickly-sweet scent. However, that wasn’t what was off in your dream.

You weren’t running for the first time. No rapid breath escaped you; your chest rose and fell in even beats. That was your first indication that something was terribly wrong.

What a horrible irony bestowed upon you.

Your fears were confirmed when you heard something small and thin and sharp snap underfoot, and you turned slowly. Your mouth fell open in horror at the sight.

There was a skeleton, one with ivory bones that gleamed underneath the waxy moonlight, and something told you that that skeleton was your boyfriend. Your gaze darted to what made that terrible crackling sound: a foot clad in a leather shoe against the delicate bone wrist of your boyfriend’s postmortem state. Your eyes trailed up and up and up until they settled onto the face of the perpetrator.

“Dr. Kim?’’ the dream you, despite the roaring screams of your thoughts, smiled a coquettish one that stretched almost painfully on your face. You took steps forward, the mud staining your bare feet, and you felt bone snap and crackle and crumble underneath your weight as you got closer and closer, and Dr. Kim laughed as he swept you up in his arms and left a loving kiss on your lips.

“My beloved,’’ his hands trailed to your waist. You felt the bone underneath your feet turn into a mass of bloody flesh and bone. There was a streak of red carnage on Dr. Kim’s face that you hadn’t noticed before,” Oh, how I adore you.”

“Dr. Kim,’’ you whispered playfully into the side of his neck,” Dr. Kim, touch me.”

His fingertips brushed underneath your skirt, toying with the fabric of your panties, and you let out a breathy sigh of laughter as you opened your legs further. A squelch of flesh and blood underneath the soles of your feet accompanied your movement. As you looked up, your eyes tenderly swept his face and took in his features.

His handsome features, his strong jaw and his softly curved lips and the indents in his cheeks dappled underneath the romantic pale moonlight peeking through the trees, looked absolutely maniacal. His voice was amused, and it swathed the crisp air of the forest in a breathy husk that left you shivering in both pleasure and thrill.

“It’s what I’ve been waiting for all along, my beloved.”

You woke up with a start. Your pajamas were sticking to your body in a feverish sweat, and you pushed yourself up and off the bed. Your body was unused to the sudden movement, and your legs froze, sending you to a tumble to the floor.

“What the,” you stayed there on the floor, unable to move. Your breath was heightened and came out in shallow pants through your dry lips. “What the absolute fuck?’’

When you finally managed to get off the floor and onto shaky legs that trembled to hold your weight, your first action was to call the office and cancel your upcoming appointment with Dr. Kim. You didn’t mind the large fee that came from this cancellation; even the thought of seeing him after what had transpired between the two of you in both reality and the imaginary world left you disgusted with yourself. You could feel the aching throb in between your legs, a neediness still settled in your veins, and the wet spot you left on your pantie. Bile rose up in your throat as your mind engulfed in self-loathing.

You turned off your phone and threw it onto your bed. It bounced off and landed by your feet on the carpet. You swallowed a shriek of ragged frustration before getting up in quick desperate movements. The uncomfortable drag of the fabric of your panties seemed to remind you only more of your shame. You felt dirty.

You needed to be clean.

You stepped into the tub, turned on the faucet, and silently stood there as the shower sprayed cold water onto your still-clothed body. Inhaling a sharp breath, you closed your eyes again.

“I’m so sorry.”

Looking back, you wondered to yourself, what were you even sorry for? Wouldn’t it have been better to be sorry for yourself?

Perhaps it wouldn’t have ended the way it did if you had done that instead. But you’ll never know now. It was too late.

The echo of the clock ticking seemed to sound over the rush of cold water. Each click and swing brushed against the other, softly like the wind that brushed through the leaves and the branches and the trees and by the roots that bounded your feet to the dirt.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

You couldn’t keep cancelling your appointments.

Some part of you didn’t want to. You hated that part of you. But it was ingrained in you. Some part of you was addicted to Dr. Kim, addicted to the way he had tenderly held you, to the way his fingers had felt against the soft skin of your cheek as he wiped away acrid tears.

You were sitting across from him again. The soft, almost inaudible but painfully audible to you ticking of his wristwatch echoed in the silent room. There was no notepad in his hands again, nor rustling of paper forms between slender fingers to fill up the tension in the room; there was only his gaze rested on you. You couldn’t breathe.

You were yanking on the threads of your sweater again. The threads, loosened, snagged on your nails, and you dropped the soft material with a mental huff of displeasure. The setting of the sun outside of the window drowned the both of you in a peaceful warm orange hue…but you knew: there’s nothing peaceful going on. Not in your heart, not in the crevices of the office, not in the way Dr. Kim coolly smiled at you as if nothing was wrong…Nothing was peaceful.

“It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you.” If you thought too hard into it, you might have perceived his words as accusatory. But he was just your psychiatrist. There was no way he was going to cross the professional boundary between the two of you. The first time was already a mistake.

Or was it?

“How are you?’’ his words sent a thrill down your spine.

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn’t seem to think properly when he was so near you. The smell of his cologne, musky and rich, settled in your throat.

“I’m,’’ you swallowed thickly before ducking your head back down,” I’m fine.’’

“Are you really?’’

Those words seemed to break you down.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine,’’ the heaviness of your voice gave the truth right away, and you were sobbing. The you of before, the you back in the past when you were better, had hated crying, but something about being in this office, with the air conditioning blasting heavily at the nape of your neck and the thought of Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim left you glued to the seat in tears.

You sucked in a shaky breath, fiercely wiping away tears with your sleeves until your skin stung; you didn’t even notice the tissue box that Dr. Kim picked up and placed by you. He was closer to you now, sitting next to you on the couch in his office, and you leaned in closer to him. You felt him stroke your hair, comforting. You melted into his warmth.

“I’m s-…sorry,’’ you stammered out,’’ It’s just…It’s just I’m feeling guilty.”

“Why do you feel guilty?’’ his voice, deeper than usual, brushed hotly against your ear, and you shivered. Was it the air-conditioning that chilled you to the bone, or was it something else?

Ironically, despite the icy feeling in your gut, you could feel the heat coming to your cheeks, and you swore there must’ve been some hint of a flush that gave away the rapid pit-pattering of your heart. The guilt swelled and crashed in your chest with every thump.

“I’m guilty because…because!’’ the words dried up in your throat, and you clenched your eyes shut as you forced them out through trembling lips,” I shouldn’t be viewing someone else like this.”

“Like what?’’

“In the way I viewed my boyfriend…I’m—,’’ you swallowed thickly.

“Who do you view this way?’’ The gentle stroking of your hair halted, and you peeked open your eyes. You couldn’t meet his gaze, though, and your eyes fell back down to your lap.

“Y-,’’ you sucked in a breath,’’ You, Dr. Kim.”

Tick, tick, tick.

The ticking of his stopwatch drew your attention, and you stared at it breathlessly as you waited for his reply.

He didn’t reply right away, and your heartbeat spiked painfully in your chest. You made a move to stand up, a torrid heat swelling up in your face as tears of embarrassment and guilt and shame pricked your eyes, and you pushed away from him.

“I-I should leave. I’ll cancel my appoint—,’’ your remaining words squeezed out in a surprised gasp as Dr. Kim’s hand encircled your wrist and pulled you to him.

His lips were against yours, the kiss bitingly rough, and you let out a surprised moan as you felt his hand cradle the back of your head and pull you closer to him. He sucked your breath right out of your lungs, and you meekly realized that you were drooling slightly out of the corner of your mouth as he probed his tongue through your lips and against the warm crevices of your mouth. He sucked on your tongue, and you made a soft startled mmph against his lips.

“Dr.—Dr. Kim!’’ you managed to place a trembling hand between the small gap between his chest and yours—you briefly admired the feeling of the muscles of his clothed chest against the palm of your hand—and pried your lips from his. Your eyes had watered in a wanton surprise; you looked like sin itself with the way you trembled and quaked and breathed shakily through swollen lips, a trail of saliva glinting on the corner of your mouth. “Dr. Kim, what—what are you doing?’’

“What do you think I’m doing?’’ his lips curved in an attractive teasing smile that caused shivers to roll down your spine,” Is it a sin to view you the same way you view me?’’

You sucked in a breath and opened your mouth. No further words of protest managed to come out.

Laughter, rough and hoarse, rumbled in his throat as he took off his jacket and loosened the tie around his white collared shirt. The setting sun cast shadows and made him look almost sinister. His voice was like a purr as he spoke.

“Then we’ll sin together. On your hands and knees.”

Some part of you trembled as you heard his voice. His voice was alluring, the way it wrapped around you and dragged you, limp and terrified, into a daze. You were flat on the palms of your hands and your knees before you knew it.

You felt his hands, cool and slightly rough, against the heated flesh of your exposed thighs, and they dragged up to your skirt and pushed it higher up around your waist, leaving only the exposed fabric of your soaked panties behind.

“Dr—Mmph!’’ you were about to question him, but the drag of his finger as it peeled away the flimsy string of your panties left you shivering in bliss. You made another move to question it; you tried your best. Your arms trembled, struggling to hold yourself up, as you felt his tongue drag against the outer folds of your pussy, and then he was devouring you.

His tongue brushed and stroked against your swollen clitoris, and you made a muffled moan through clenched teeth at the spine-tingling touch. And he was shoving his tongue deep into your walls; your walls shivered and quaked and trembled and tightened around his tongue, and you heard him grunt a muffled curse before you were coming.

Your toes curled, your eyes rolled back, and your arms collapsed, sending you careening into the plush arm of the sofa.

You tried to recover, but Dr. Kim didn’t let you recover. He pushed the fabric of your panties further down, and you made a muffled sound of protest as you felt something hot and hard against your sensitive pussy.

You were panting, breathless little whimpers leaving your lips. You were so sensitive; you couldn’t handle anymore. But he was already pushing his cock in.

“Dr. Kim, I’m so…,’’ you sobbed out, your hair a mess. You made a move to twist around, but he grabbed your wrists and, using the tie he had pulled out from around his neck, tied them together. You could only press your face, breathing out high-pitched gasps and moans, against the soft arm of the sofa as he pushed deeper and deeper into you.

The sensation was almost burning the way your walls stretched around his big cock. Oh god, he was bigger than your boyfriend, and you hadn’t fucked anyone since his death. You were tearing up, ready to open your mouth and tell him to stop it, when his cock finally was fully in. It felt like it was pressing against your womb with how deep it was. You made a choked cry.

“Dr. Kim…Dr.—Oh!’’ you keened in pleasure as he pulled out, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, and then pushed back in fully. He set an unforgivable pace, his hands firmly placed on your hips, and you swore you were getting fabric burns from the rough way the pace of his thrusts sent you crashing again and against into the sofa. Your tits bounced, and he grabbed one of them with a hand, stroking the clothed hard nipple with his finger. “Please…Please slow…Mmm! S-slow…slow down!’’

He didn’t slow down. If anything, it seemed like he sped up instead. You could feel your wrists getting red from the tie, but you didn’t care. You were getting so close to your next orgasm. You were already sensitive from the first orgasm, and Dr. Kim’s cock was dragging against your walls just right. You were so, so, so close.

“Dr. Kim!” you squealed out as your walls squeezed around his thrusting cock, and your eyes squeezed shut as you clenched hard down on him. He didn’t even pause, continuing to fuck you even through your orgasm. “Dr…Nngh! Dr. Kim…!’’

You were drooling again as he continued to pound into you, your sensitive pussy trembling fervently around him. You couldn’t think, not when his cock was rearranging your insides, and you could only shiver as he chased his own orgasm with your wet pussy.

He was pounding against your cervix, the sensation leaving little pricks in the nerves underneath your skin, and then you felt him twitch. You realized, with heightened panic, that he wasn’t wearing a condom and made a panicked move to stop him, but he was filling you with hot cum and your eyes were rolling back as you reached another orgasm. He pulled out, his cum staining the bare skin of your ass, and you felt his cum ooze out slightly from your walls.

You twitched, your ass still up and your arms sore from being pinned to your back. You couldn’t move. Not when your brain couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, and you were left spent.

“With the way you haven’t moved,’’ his voice lowered to a predatory tone,’’ Fuck, you make me so hard.”

He was hard again; you could feel it against your sensitive walls before he slammed back into you. You couldn’t even make a sound of protest, not when he had already fucked you thoroughly, before he was fucking you again. You heard the sound of his hips colliding into your ass, the sinful clap of skin together and the squelch of your juices around his invading cock and the rough drag of the fabric of his pants against your flushed skin. You were making panting noises, too tired to even moan. Your cheek rubbed against the sofa as he knocked against your quivering womb with each thrust.

His thrusts were as animalistic as the first time. He fucked you like he was stealing a part of his soul. He fucked you like he craved your existence. He fucked you as if you were his. And you took it, falling into the next orgasm and whimpering as he came again, quicker this time. He was filling you up, marking you from the inside out, and you… you could only moan as he did so.  

He pulled out this time, and you couldn’t even hold yourself up. Your thighs trembled, the inner skin of them coated in an obscene mixture of his cum and your juices, and you clumsily fell to the sofa. You were drifting off, your eyelids closing, and you were, for the first time in a long, dissolving in bliss.

He draped his coat over your sticky body, and you felt him stroke your hair again. His touch was gentle, so gentle. Your eyes drooped further shut.

“Did he fuck you like I did? Make you more like the whore you are?’’ his voice was low, but you could hear it. When it came to him, you could always hear him. But you were too tired. You wanted to sleep. Maybe if you slept by him, the nightmares wouldn’t come.

He chuckled at your lack of response, smoothing the strands of your hair down, and you heard the faint sound of his ticking watch. If you looked closely, through half-lidded eyes, you could make out small scratches and a single crack on the watch’s glass.

“Good night, my beloved.” His voice was like a hum. You…you remembered that. You knew that voice long before you ever sat in front of Dr. Kim. Some part of you screamed, but that part was weaker, blurred by the calming strokes of his hand over your hair and the sweet daze of sleep that kissed your eyelids shut.

You were dreaming again. It was a nightmare. You were in the woods again, the wind in your hair, and you were laughing at a joke your boyfriend said. He gave you the stuffed animal, pretty and soft and comforting, and you were giggling in delight as you hugged it to your chest.

“Babe, I love—,’’ the words died in your throat as a gunshot cracked through the crisp forest night. You were screaming now, the previous words of your love confession dying in your chest as ragged yells dragged out of your throat. He fell down, fearful-stained eyes growing glassy, and you felt a splatter of blood against your hands that stained the stuffed animal you were cradling. You were sobbing, your hands trembling as you reached out to try to touch his paling face. His lips shivered as they made one final desperate yell.

“Run!’’

You turned on your heels and made a run for it. You broke through trees and branches whipped at your fast as you ran and ran and…A hand grabbed your hair and slammed you against the tree so hard you were left winded, and you were screaming madly in grief and fear and outright hysteria as you lashed out.

“Why are you after us? Why us? Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?’’

Your fingers snagged a watch, leaving scratches on the wrist of the perpetrator, and you yanked it off the wrist in the midst of your struggle. You kicked out, frantic and desperate, and the moonlight of the night hit the perpetrator.

Dr. Kim’s face glowed underneath the waning light, his handsome features twisted in a mad glee as you thrashed and thrashed, and he was laughing through a choked breath even when your foot crashed into his rib and sent him sprawling to the forest floor.

You didn’t even wait to turn on your heel, and you were running again.

“Good night, my beloved.’’

You heard him laughing in the distance after he spoke, the sound rough and coarse and haunting, and there was that ticking again resonating from his watch still drowning in the forest floor’s mixture of mud and branches and rotting leaves.

Tick, tick, tick.

You saw the edge of the forest, the blinding light of the lamppost flickering in the distance, and your foot caught on a root protruding from the dark ground. You crashed into the ground.

You fought to get up, but the mud was soft underneath your thrashing body, and you were sinking into it. It swallowed your feet and your hands first, and you were sobbing in hysteria as it began to swallow up until your neck, and you were choking on mud as you drowned in it.

Flashes of Dr. Kim’s face flickered through your mind. His cold face, the warmth in his eyes as he wiped off your tears, the hunger in his expression as he devoured your lips, and…and his face twisted like a maniac as he dragged you against the forest tree and mockingly laughed at your struggle. He was going to finish you next, he was going to love you, he was going to break you, he was going to hold you, and he was…he was obsessed with you.

The mud filled your lungs, and you stopped coughing, stopped trying, stopped fighting. Your lips twisted in a content smile as you closed your eyes and went limp.

A/N: Leave a comment/review if you enjoyed the fic (or tell me if I made a mistake anywhere. Always a bit nerve-wracking copy and pasting from the word document I use to write). Sending my love to all of you for your support, as always!

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His New Partner

Chapter 19: The Proposal

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 4019

Warnings: Marriage proposal, breast touching, loads of fluff.

A/N: I’m in partial disbelief that I even made it this far into the series, but I’m really excited to be posting this chapter. And also, thank you so much for 300 followers, it means the world to me!

Steve nervously twiddled his thumbs as he sat in the lobby of Stark Tower, waiting for Y/N to finally come down. People came and people left through the big glass doors, got on and got off of the elevator, all the while the Captain watched them with a certain fear in his crystal blue eyes. He knew that within minutes, Y/N would be getting off of that elevator, together they would walk out of those big glass doors, and what was possibly the most important night of his life would ensue. The night that he was going to propose marriage, the night that Y/N may agree to be his wife. That’s even if she says yes, of course. What if she doesn’t? What if it’s too soon? All of these possibilities came swarming into Steve’s mind, making him more and more anxious by the second.

Fortunately though, they were interrupted by the sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor, and the shiny pointed toe of black stilettos appearing in Steve’s line of vision. He instantly knew who they belonged to.

The man’s eyes ran up the full length of her body, landing on the beautiful familiar face that he loved so dearly. “H-Hey, pretty girl.” Steve’s jaw slightly dropped at the sight of her, and he stood up from the stiff lobby couch.

“Hello, honey.” Y/N greeted, giving him one of her million-dollar smiles and placing down the medium-sized gift bag that she was holding.

“You look... wow. You look gorgeous, N/N.” He marvelled, taking her left hand is his right one and giving her a small twirl. The 360-degree view was just as wonderful, the fitted red lace of her dress showing off her curves just perfectly. “Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world?”

“Here I was thinking that I was the lucky one.” Y/N bit her lip, placing both of her hands on his firm chest. “You look so handsome in your suit.”

Steve chuckled and put his own hands on her upper back, an appropriate place considering that they were still in public. “Happy Two Year Anniversary, doll.” He recited the words that he had already told her multiple times that day.

“Happy Anniversary, Stevie.” She leaned up and gave him a sweet peck on the lips. “And I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Steve said with a grin. He felt Y/N’s fingers lightly toying with his black tie so he glanced down, though instead of checking out his own attire, his eyes decided to focus on something else. The wide open cleavage of her breasts, that’s what. Steve really tried not to stare, but it was displayed so gloriously by her long v-neck that he just couldn’t help it.

Y/N faked a cough to get his attention, breaking the man out of his trance. “Steve.”

He instantly shook his head, respectfully meeting her E/C eyes once again. “Sorry, sweetie, that was kind of rude of me.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry. That’s why I wore it.” Y/N giggled, making Steve laugh too. “It’s just that if we keep standing here like this, people are going to start taking pictures. Next thing we’ll know, a photo of you staring at my boobs will be plastered all over the place.”

“Right, right.” Steve nodded with a smile. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” 

Y/N grabbed the gift bag before he placed a large arm around her shoulders, steering them out of Stark Tower and outside to where his motorcycle was parked.

“Seems like forever ago that I was last on this thing.” Y/N spoke, lightly running the pads of her fingers over the polished exterior.

“I know.” Steve agreed, pulling out the same glossy black helmet that she was always told to wear.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, just simply staring at it as he held it in front of her face.

“Come on.” He urged.

“Seriously? Why?” She groaned, giving Steve her best puppy dog eyes. “I’ve been on here many times before, I don’t need a helmet.”

“Uh, uh. You put this on.” He shook his head at her, before realizing that she wasn’t going to do it on her own. “Fine, I’ll just put it on for you then.” Steve took the helmet and placed it on her head, adjusting the straps to her chin. The moment was a mirror image of the same way that he had done it exactly two years earlier, for the very first time. “I’m not letting a thing happen to you, princess. No chances.”

Y/N let a smile take over her face at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you.” She replied. Though right when she leaned up to kiss him, the helmet just ended up bonking Steve’s forehead instead. “Oopsy.”

“It’s fine, baby.” Steve assured with a laugh. “We’ll kiss a ton later to make up for it.” 

So with that he hopped on the bike, Y/N doing the same right behind him. She carefully placed the gift bag in between their bodies, being careful not to squish it but also not wanting it to fly away either. And with a squeeze to his waist to assure him that she was ready, Steve took off. 

He drove through the busy streets of Manhattan, through the quieter back roads of the city, until they finally reached his surprise destination.

He parked the bike and stepped off, helping Y/N step off as well. Steve removed her helmet and attached it the motorcycle, turning around to see a heavily shocked look on his girl’s face. Actually, shocked was a bit of an understatement.

The destination was absolutely stunning. A short, wide bridge positioned over a secluded little pond, wood painted an off-white colour that was beginning to chip after what looked like many years. Endless strings of fairy lights were woven around the railings, a soft glow radiating from them that would look even prettier later on. A small table and two chairs were situated in the middle of the flat bridge, plates, glasses, napkins, and cutlery all perfectly displayed. And if that wasn’t enough, about a thousand rose petals were scattered upon the floor. Y/N felt like the most special girl in the world just looking at the place.

“S-Steve, did you do this?” She questioned, not being able to take her eyes off of the romantic sight in front of her. The girl moved a bit closer to it, purse in one hand and gift bag in the other.

“Uh, ya.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“This is beautiful.” Y/N beamed, finally facing him.

Steve let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, seeing the absolutely delighted look on her face. “Thanks, doll.” He placed a hand on her back, leading her the of couple steps to the bridge and pulled out her chair for her. He let her sit down before coming upon a realization. “Oh, the food!” Steve gasped, jogging to the bike and opening up the back compartment. He pulled out a couple take-out containers and small gift bag, discretely tapping the inside pocket of his jacket to make sure that the ring was still in there. When Steve knew that the coast was clear, he walked back and placed the food in front of her, before sitting down himself.

“‘Brooklyn’s Best’!” Y/N squealed after seeing the label on the take-out container. It was the restaurant where Steve had taken her on their first date, and it very quickly became a favourite for the pair. “This just keeps getting better and better.” She smiled. “When did you even have time to pick this up?”

“Where do you think I was for those three hours this afternoon?” He glanced to the scene around him, feeling proud for all of his hard work. “Setting all this up.”

“Where did you get changed? You didn’t even come to our floor in between.” Y/N asked, beginning to place her meal on the plate that Steve had previously arranged. Somehow he was always one step ahead.

“Natasha kept some stuff up for me on her floor.” Steve told her, before pulling out some beverages from the bag that the food was in. He gestured for Y/N to hold out her glass and she did, letting him pour in her favourite drink.

“And how did you even manage this? Isn’t this public property?” She chuckled, gazing her eyes upon the tiny tranquil pond.

“I, uh, got a permit from the city.” Steve answered. “This place is usually pretty quiet anyways, I’ve never actually seen anyone here.”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows. “How often do you come here?”

“This is usually where I go when I need to calm down. I discovered it when I first woke up from the ice. It’s nice, quiet, a safe space.” He explained, opening up about this private topic after having kept it hidden for so long.

Y/N nodded her head, remembering all the times when he told her that he just ‘just needed to breathe’. This must’ve been where he went. “Well, thank you for sharing this with me, Steve.”

The man just smiled in response, taking a sip of his drink.

The couple continued to have peaceful conversation for the next half an hour, topics ranging from old memories to upcoming events of theirs. They smiled, they laughed, they ate, and they drank. The sun began to set and the sky was getting darker by the minute, just making the glow of the fairy lights even more prominent. Even more beautiful. Though the most important part of the night, to Y/N, and the second most important part of the night, to Steve, had finally arrived. The gift exchange.

“Okay...” Y/N smiled, picking up her gift bag and passing it to Steve from across the table, “open it!”

The man looked at her and grinned before removing the navy blue wrapping paper, crumbling it up and placing it on the empty plate in front of him. Steve briefly looked inside the bag before pulling out a thick, square book. A scrapbook, it happened to be. There was a ton of stickers on the front, ranging from Avengers themed to little puppies and other animals. There was a silver border around each sky blue cover, little red hearts in every corner. But what really stuck out to him, was the big label on the front with Y/N’s handwriting overtop of it, spelling out ‘Steve Rogers’ Memories’.

He looked at her inquisitively, wondering what she could’ve possibly put inside.

“Go on.” Y/N beamed, holding her hands together in excitement.

Steve did as she asked and very carefully opened the cover of the scrapbook, cautious of not ruining it. What he saw inside was enough to make his eyes widen, and skin glow just a bit brighter.

The first picture was one of his mother and a six year old him, smiling on their front porch. You could tell that the wind had been strong from the couple messy strands of Sarah Rogers hair, but little Steve had just the brightest smile on his face as he sat by her side.

The fourth picture was of him and Bucky Barnes when they were just about 9 and 10, playing in the grass with a couple of blocks. The brunette looks to be crashing a short tower with his two tiny hands, and young Steve was flying around one of the blocks like an airplane, small blonde hairs slightly falling in his face.

“W-Where did you find these?” The Captain croaked out. When he lifted his head from the book, Y/N finally noticed the tears brimming in his beautiful eyes. Though, she had no idea if they were happy ones or sad ones.

“I paid for some from the Smithsonian when I came to you in D.C., I got some from S.H.I.E.L.D. when they were cleaning out old documents.” She explained, smiling with hope. “They made me promise to take good care them.”

Steve nodded before continuing to flip through.

The seventh picture was of him on his first day of high school, looking nervous as could be. His mother had photographed him on his way out of the house, you could even see Bucky in the background waiting for Sarah to hurry it up. Steve remembered the moment so clearly.

“Doll,” he closed the cover of the book, knowing that there were still several photos in there for him to go through later. “I don’t even have words. That was... that was the most thoughtful gift that I’ve ever received in my entire life.”

Y/N bit her lip. “So you do like it? We had agreed to give smaller, but personal gifts this year, so-”

“Darling, I love it.” Steve interrupted with a chuckle, wiping his eyes with the back of his index finger.

The girl broke into a huge smile, the worries of him not liking it suddenly leaving her body. “I’m so glad.”

“C’mere, Y/N, baby.” He cocked his head to the side and patted his thigh.

She gently got up from her chair and walked over to Steve’s own, lightly swaying her hips for effect. Y/N sat down sideways on his lap, the tight dress not allowing her to position any other way. “My favourite seat.” She giggled. Her fingers ran soothingly through the back of his golden hair, seeing his eyes gleam up at her with delight, and something else that could only be described as passion.

“I love you.” Steve hummed, softly stroking her back with his large palm.

“I love you too, Steve.” Y/N slightly leaned down to give him a slow kiss on the lips, rubbing his smooth jaw as they separated.

He smiled at her, tucking a stray piece of H/C hair behind her ear. All that Steve could think about was how beautiful she looked in the radiance from the fairy lights, in the glow from the fading sunset. “It’s time for your present, sweetheart.”

Y/N have him a silly grin, making a show of glancing around the romantic location that they were presently in. “As if this isn’t enough?”

Steve just shrugged, before leaning an arm down to grab the small gift bag from beside his chair. “I like spoiling my girl.”

Said girl shook her head, grabbing the bag from him with a giggle. Y/N dug through to the bottom, feeling a metal ball chain and pulling it out cautiously. What she saw hanging from the bottom made her take a closer look.

They were dog tags. Steve’s dog tags, from World War II.

Before she could question him anything, the man cleared his throat. “Back in the day, uh, guys used to give their dog tags to their gals. My ma had my dad’s, a ton of my buddies were going to give their’s to their wives or girls when they got home. And now, I’m giving you mine. It’s something that I always dreamed about doing when I was younger, serving my country, before going home to a beautiful woman. For a while that goal had seemed impossible, but here I am now, with the beautiful woman. She gets to keep these. And even if can’t be next to you, I’ll always be right there in the palm of your hand, baby.”

As soon as Steve had finished, Y/N gave him a hard kiss on the mouth, expressing any emotion that her own words couldn’t convey.

“I’ll treasure them forever.” She told him with a smile before putting the chain around her neck, posing playfully. “How do I look, Captain?”

Steve grinned and shook his head at her antics. “Just perfect.” He wrapped his arms even farther around Y/N, squeezing her closer to him on his lap. That’s when Steve felt her shiver. “Cold, N/N?”

The girl nodded, trying to huddle even closer to his warmth.

“Go get my jacket, babydoll.” He suggested, pointing to the suit coat that had been shed about 20 minutes into the meal.

Y/N got off of his lap and walked to where the jacket was hung over the bridge railing. Though, it was right as she was putting it on when Steve remembered something very, very important.

The ring was still inside of his coat pocket.

Trying not to ruin the surprise, the man jumped up from his seat and instantly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, slightly lifting her off of the floor. In that moment of action, he slipped his hands underneath the jacket, creating a barrier between the pocket and her.

“Woah, Steve.” Y/N chuckled, the force of his impact catching her off guard. She surely would’ve tipped over if it wasn’t his the strong hold on her torso. “What’s that for?”

“Uh, just wanted to hold my baby.” Steve said nervously, while trying not to lose his cool. “And... wanted to look at the view.” He added with a gulp, hoping to give something to distract her.

“It is beautiful.” Y/N sighed happily, though starting to feel a bit uncomfortable in his powerful grip. “Um, hon, I can hardly breath over here.”

“Right, sorry.” Steve softened his hold. His mind was searching for ideas of how to get the ring out of that inner pocket without her noticing. But he was beginning to run out of time, because surely she would feel the box against her skin eventually. Steve would just have to try something... anything.

“Look,” he spoke, “little ducks on the edge of the pond.”

Y/N stood on her tippy toes and faced to the left, beginning to smile at the sight of them. “Awe.”

Once he thought that her attention was diverted, Steve removed his right hand from her waist and brought it upwards, closer to the specific pocket. He started to toy with the entrance, slowly bringing his fingers in deeper. Steve swore that he could partly feel the suede of the ring box against his fingertips.

“What are you doing?” Y/N questioned. His strange movements had confused her.

“Umm...” he paused, trying to come up with some sort of clever excuse, “just felt like touching these.” Steve stammered before quickly grasping her left breast with his oddly placed hand. He moved his left hand to the other breast, beginning to play with both of them in hopes to convince her. “Been thinking about them all evening, darling.” 

Now, those words weren’t technically part of the ruse.

“Jesus, Steve.” Y/N moaned at the feeling of him groping and touching her chest. She threw her head back against his shoulder, closing her eyes in the process, and Steve knew that this was his perfect opportunity.

While still squeezing her breasts, he swiftly dipped his right hand’s fingers into the pocket and pulled out the small box, distracting her with a pinch to the nipple from his other hand.

“Stevie.” Y/N giggled.

“Sorry, sweetie. Guess I got a bit carried away.” He said while completely removing his right hand from her chest, dropping the box into his pants pocket. “We should probably stop anyways, though. We’re still in public after all.”

The girl turned around to face him, placing her hands on his warm chest. “Well, home isn’t too far from here. We can continue when we get back.” She grinned.

“Hm.” Steve responded shortly, eyes becoming distant.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Home.” He shook his head with a loving smile. “I still remember the days when I thought Stark Tower was simply a big ugly building in New York. Now it’s home.” Steve stroked her cheek, running the hand down her jacket-clad arm. “You helped make it that way.”

Y/N simply blushed and looked down at her toes.

This is it, Steve thought to himself. This is the perfect moment, perfect minute to ask her to marry him.

“The more I think about it,” he continued, “the more I realize that home simply isn’t a place; or a time, in my case. It can be a person. My home is you, Y/N.”

“Steve,” she smiled, “how come you keep buttering me up like this?”

“Well,” the man puffed out a nervous breath, “this may be the most important thing that I’ve ever done. I want to do it right.”

Y/N’s tilted her head to the side. “Huh?”

Instead of solving her confusion with words, Steve physically got down on one knee and silently answered any question that she had.

The girl loudly gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. “Oh my god.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Y/N-“

“Oh my god.” She repeated in disbelief.

The man chuckled. “Doll-“

“Oh my god.” She said once again, making Steve drop his head with a lighthearted sigh.

“Shh, baby.” He instructed with a laugh. “I got a whole speech here, N/N.”

She quickly nodded her head in apology, urging him to continue.

“Y/N, you make me happier than I ever thought that I could be.” Steve grabbed her left hand in both of his, soothingly running his thumbs over the back of it. “When I woke up from the ice, all that I was searching for was a reason of why it had to happen. Why would God place me in this new time, all alone? Why would He take me away from everything that I loved, everything that I cared about? But after the day we met, on May 4, 2012, what I very quickly came to realize, was that the reason is you. This all happened to me so that I could meet the person who I love and care about most of all; you, darling.” Tears began to spring into Steve’s eyes, but he just ignored them and continued on. “Y/N, you are my best girl, my rock, my soulmate, the one, as I’ve heard you phrase it before, and I love you so, so much. It would mean the world to me if ‘my wife’ could also be added to that list.” 

He pulled out the black suede box from his pants pocket, hearing Y/N inhale a breath. Steve slowly opened it, revealing to her what was the most gorgeous engagement ring that she had ever seen. It had a smooth, shiny gold band with a simple round-cut diamond placed in the middle of it. A big, big diamond that sparkled under the fairy lights.

“So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man alive, give me the honour, and marry me?”

The girl sniffled, looking into Steve’s blue eyes from her place standing above him. His beautiful orbs were filled with nothing but admiration, hope, love, and many tears; Y/N guessed that her E/C ones looked the exact same.

“Y-Yes.” She shakily it nodded, discreetly wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “Yes, of course, Steve! Of course!”

Ginormous smiles took over both of their faces, and Y/N heard Steve exhale a sigh of relief. He took the ring out of it’s case and slipped it on her left ring finger, placing a kiss on the skin right above it. The empty box went back in his pocket before he stood up, lips quickly trailing from her hand to her clothed arm and shoulder.

“Come here.” Y/N smiled, placing her hands on either side of Steve’s face and crashing their lips together.

She quickly opened her mouth and let him slide right in, their tongues dancing together in perfect harmony.

“I love you too, honey.” She said when they finally separated. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a big hug, burying her face in his shoulder. “So much. And I’m so excited to marry you.”

Steve stroked her back lovingly while breathing in the homey scent of her shampoo. He had been so nervous for this night, thinking of all the ways that it could’ve gone wrong. But standing there on the bridge right now, glittery lights surrounding them, rose petals beneath their shoes, he felt overwhelmingly grateful that it had all gone just right. That it was the perfect night, for his perfect girl.

“Me too, my beautiful bride-to-be, me too.”

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