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Enhypen - the glory (part 10)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere themes, bullying themes, blood, knives, death? sexual tones, swearing

genre; yandere

wc; 7.6k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; some will be horrified and some will be happy after reading this lol, also let me know if you have any unanswered questions u want for the next chapter, love u thank u 🤍🤍

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‘’ I have no idea. ‘’

The car fell silent and continued to be all the way until you reached your house. Soobin hesitated before unlocking the car, which scared you a little; having been used to the torture at school for so long.

When he noticed your panicked eyes, he looked apologetic. ‘’ I was just thinking about if you still feel safe staying at your house. ‘’

‘’ Do you mean because of Jake? ‘’

‘’ Mainly, but I guess…everything else too. ‘’

You hadn’t even considered the possibility of not going home for a while. But thinking it over, you realized that Soobin’s house was a lot closer to where they lived. Even if you felt a bit better having someone else by your side, it was more likely that something would happen if you stayed the night over there. Especially since they had shown some jealousy over the friendship.

Not wanting to trigger something, you opened the door and gave Soobin a small smile.

‘’ No, I’ll be okay. ‘’

‘’ Are you sure? ‘’

Although you took some time to answer, when you finally did you felt pretty sure in your decision and hoped Soobin wouldn’t worry too much.

‘’ I’m sure, I will just text you if something happens. ‘’

‘’ Not just that. You can text me if you can’t sleep or if you want to come over because you’re scared too, ‘’ he softly said, warming your heart with his compassion.

‘’ Okay, thank you. ‘’

He unlocked the car at last and waved goodbye before driving off. You stood outside and watched until his car wasn’t visible anymore.

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

You turned to your dad, relieved it was his voice and not someone else’s that you heard there in the dark; the clock must be what…7pm now? You wouldn’t want to be caught out that late with one of your bullies like last time with Jake.

‘’ What are you doing out? ‘’

‘’ I was just throwing out the trash. Why did you come home so late? ‘’

‘’ You just noticed, ‘’ you chuckled dryly, ‘’ Dad of the year. ‘’

You went inside without waiting for him but he quickly caught up, joining you in the elevator just in time for it closing. He fidgeted with his hands and looked very uncomfortable as you passed the first floors. You tried to ignore him, which proved to be quite difficult since it looked like he had something he wanted to say.

‘’ I haven’t been the best dad, I know that. Especially lately I’ve…been just out of it. I’m sorry, y/n, I really am. ‘’

Your mouth stayed closed - you did so hoping that he would continue talking because you wanted an explanation. He had been quite bad with being present in the past but lately it was constant. He acted as if he didn’t have a daughter at all which was odd given he should’ve been concerned for you since you were getting bullied at school.

‘’ Your mother’s not doing well. ‘’

Your heart twisted painfully at the sudden revelation, ‘’ What do you mean she’s not doing well? ‘’

He had your full attention now. You could tell it was something that had weighed down on him for a long time; he looked really guilty when he saw your glossy eyes and worried voice at what he had said. At the same time, he knew he couldn’t keep it to himself forever.

‘’ Her condition has drastically worsened since the last time you visited her. ‘’

‘’ So get her treated! ‘’ you burst out passionately.

‘’ She is. ‘’

You tilted your head, watching him in silence. If she was getting treated why did he still sound so sad, like he had news that were even worse, and not any good ones?

‘’ It’s just- ‘’ he struggled with his words and tried to gather them with his gestures before continuing, ‘’ You won’t like how. ‘’

Your dad glanced at you quickly and sensed the rising panic within due to being out of the loop so he hurried to explain it to the best of his abilities, still knowing it would probably cause strong feelings and arguments afterwards.

‘’ They’re helping me with the treatment. She’s been transferred to a private hospital. ‘’

‘’ They? ‘’ you laughed humourlessly, ‘’ No- don’t tell me…’’

‘’ I’m sorry. I didn’t have a choice. It was between that or letting her die. ‘’

You guess you got your answer as to why he wasn’t so concerned with you getting bullied; he wasn’t just indebted to them for life, he probably saw them with halos over their heads too and not horns like you did.

‘’ No! I can’t possibly understand that. I would’ve taken more extra jobs if it meant saving mom, we could’ve done it together. But you went behind my back and did this! ‘’

Your words seemed to hit him like knives. Every time your voice got even louder and your throat started to hurt from the hoarseness, he flinched as if you were hurting him physically. But you didn’t care; you no longer saw him as the hero who had saved you from Jake that day and defended his daughter, you saw him as a betrayer.

Sure, most people would do anything it takes to save their loved ones but this? This was a clear way of showing that if he had to choose between you and your mom, he would choose her every time. In such a cruel way too - your bullies of all the rich and ‘’ hospitable ‘’ people in the world.

This was just another method for them to keep their claws around their puppet that was you, playing with life and death as if they were nothing.

‘’ We can talk again when you’ve calmed down. This is something you will understand when you get a bit older, and then…hopefully there will come a time when you don’t resent me for making the right but hard choice. ‘’

You felt so angry and overwhelmed that you didn’t even know what to say or do with yourself. In an attempt to save face, you ran out without a word when you felt the hot tears start to sting in your eyes.

Immediately you got the phone out and called Soobin. You managed to keep your feelings under the surface until you got inside his car and the bubble burst, tears flowed down your cheeks and you let it all come out.

‘’ What- what’s wrong? ‘’ he realized when he had already started driving that you were crying.

The adoring smile that he had directed at you when just casually glancing was wiped off immediately and he pulled the car over to the nearest place.

‘’ No, Soobin it’s okay keep driving, ‘’ you said in between your sniffles.

He didn’t look convinced but drove to his house anyway. From the spot he stopped until the car pulled into his road, he kept asking if you were really sure you wanted to stay at his house and not go to a hotel or somewhere else.

You were ready to get irritated when he asked for the third time. Then you spotted Jungwon’s house far in the distance up the hill and changed your mind.

‘’ Actually…do you have another place we can stay? ‘’

‘’ Of course! Our family has a cabin outside of the city. Let me just park here and grab some stuff, okay? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, can I wait here? ‘’

‘’ Sure. I will be back super super soon, don’t worry. ‘’

You nodded and smiled through the blurry vision of tears. Soobin half-jogged inside and was back before you even had time to let the anxiety grow inside you.

He explained that the cabin was about an hour or two from the city; and that was the last thing you heard before the exhaustion took hold of you and you succumbed to a comfortable slumber while he drove.

*******

‘’ Hey, we’re here. ‘’

You flinched at the touch of someone else, sitting up straight and now wide awake. The familiar sigh coming from Soobin in front of you made your whole body visibly relax.

‘’ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. ‘’

‘’ That’s okay. ‘’

You got out of the car and started helping him unload the trunk. Tons of stuff was thrown into the cabin - a cabin that was about twice the size you expected. A big wooden house that had three stories and was right by a lake.

‘’ It’s a modern cabin, so we don’t have to make the food over a fire, don’t worry, ‘’ Soobin joked, earning an airy laugh from you.

‘’ I would’ve taken whatever to be honest. Just needed to get away from the city and everything there for a while. ‘’

‘’ I get that. ‘’

The last few things from the car had been carried inside now. Soobin started unpacking the bags and moving all over the cabin as he spread things out, making himself at home.

You brought your own stuff to one of the bedrooms on the top floor. A few thoughts started popping into your head about how you wouldn’t be able to sleep alone. But you pushed them aside, convincing yourself you didn’t need any more help since Soobin had already done so much for you.

‘’ Are you sure you want to sleep alone? We could sleep in the same room, I’d just take the couch, ‘’ Soobin said not a second later when popping his head in through the door.

You smiled. Sometimes it felt like he could read your mind and knew exactly what you secretly wanted.

‘’ I think I’ll be okay for now, but I will let you know if it changes, thank you. ‘’

He nodded and went downstairs again. You peeked around the corner and saw that he had started making food for the both of you.

‘’ Soobin? I have an idea, ‘’ you shouted to the first floor.

‘’ Yeah? What? ‘’

Feeling like you didn’t want to shout the whole thing, you made your way downstairs and tried to explain the sudden idea that had come to you.

‘’ Not even like fifteen minutes of rest here and you’re already thinking of another step in the plan, ‘’ Soobin shook his head as he flipped the food in the pan.

‘’ Sorry, ‘’ you mumbled, ‘’ I just feel on edge the whole time, I’ve told you this. ‘’

He hummed, ‘’ Okay, so what were you thinking about? ‘’

‘’ We already know the best way to get to them is when they’re alone, right? ‘’

‘’ Yeah? ‘’

‘’ Jake is the first person we should try doing that with. ‘’

‘’ Do what? ‘’

‘’ Well, invite here…alone. ‘’

‘’ Alone? Do you really think that’ll work though? He will just tell the others, and then there won’t be a conflict. ‘’

‘’ I’m not sure about that. He seems a bit more- territorial almost. When I was invited to a party at Jungwon’s house he seemed jealous when I talked about being theirs and not his alone. ‘’

‘’ Right…but he still told them about the time he went to your house. ‘’

You bit your lip.

‘’ Yeah, I guess so. Still, there might be a chance there. I just have to think through how to word it. ‘’

‘’ What about Sunoo? ‘’

Your head snapped up, ‘’ Oh shit! I had forgotten about him. ‘’

‘’ He was pretty kind last time you talked to him, willing to give information and stuff. ‘’

‘’ Yeah, but Sunghoon seemed like he was the one that was responsible for keeping him in line though. ‘’

‘’ If we make Sunoo come we can make Ni-ki come too since they are practically stuck together. ‘’

‘’ Jake is the main one though. The others have a lot of loyalty. ‘’

‘’ So does Jake, no? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know…I haven’t really seen that in him yet. ‘’

‘’ It’s worth a try, ‘’ Soobin shrugged.

You went quiet. While watching him lay the food on the two plates, you thought deeply about which route to take, which person to target, and which words to use.

‘’ Let’s eat first, enough thinking and worrying miss. ‘’

‘’ Okay, fine, ‘’ you grinned and sat down obediently just in time as he placed the plate down in front of you.

‘’ Thank you. ‘’

He hummed and sat down next to you. The silence that followed the scraping of the chair felt comfortable when it was Soobin you experienced it with. You both ate in that silence, probably due to your heads being filled with so many racing thoughts.

‘’ Do you want to watch a movie or something? ‘’ he asked when you were done.

‘’ Sure, ‘’ you followed him to the couch, zoning out while he put something on.

Your head almost hurt from how much you were thinking. Anxiety had infested your brain and alternated between obsessing over your bullies, the plan, and your dad and mom. Already predicting you wouldn’t be able to pay attention to the movie you laid a gentle hand on his arm.

‘’ Maybe we can just put on some…calm music instead? ‘’

He understood immediately like he usually did. After changing it and returning to the sofa, he moved further away to give you some space which you responded to with an appreciative smile.

‘’ I don’t think I can relax. ‘’

Soobin opened his eyes and put his head up to look at you. You had also leaned back against the cushions and closed your eyes, but weren’t as lucky as he was; no serenely rest was offered for you.

‘’ Do you want to do it then? ‘’ he asked after carefully thinking over what you said, ‘’ Invite them? ‘’

What you said next was something that almost made Soobin’s jaw drop, it was so unexpected of you and also downright crazy.

‘’ Yes, and if they won’t come willingly, we kidnap one of them. ‘’

*******

Twenty minutes later, the two of you were driving back to the city while you were on your phone texting. The easiest person to kidnap? Sunoo of course. Most likely he’d be near the gym where Ni-ki trained so you had to act very quickly.

But when going through the contact list you realized you didn’t even have his number. With a groan in frustration, your eyes scanned over the only numbers you had, Jungwon and Sunghoon - and well, also Jay since you had gone over to his house.

You assumed he got your number from the others, because one day he just texted you with his name and told you to add him. The others hadn’t done the same yet.

Jungwon was an immediate no, but would Sunghoon be willing to help you get to Sunoo? You didn’t have a good excuse for why you’d suddenly want his number.

‘’ We might have to go for Sunghoon. ‘’

‘’ Really? Is that the only option? ‘’

‘’ I didn’t even have Sunoo’s number. I thought I did. Seems they might’ve been strategic and not given everyone my number for a reason. ‘’

Soobin continued driving despite the lack of plans you had for when you’d eventually arrive. He went over the different people, weighing the pros and cons until he came to a suggestion.

‘’ You could ask Sunghoon where Jake is, or to get his number because you want to confront him about what he did. ‘’

‘’ Wouldn’t that bring them there too? ‘’

‘’ Maybe. It’s just the only thing I can think of. It’s definitely better than saying you want to apologize for your dad punching him and I don’t think Sunghoon would be very willing to budge. ‘’

‘’ Maybe, ‘’ you said mindlessly.

‘’ What about Yena then? ‘’

Your whole body stiffened. You hadn’t thought about her since you saw the phone.

‘’ Can’t, she’s locked up. We also don’t know why she had even contacted him in the first place. She could be on their side, ‘’ your voice had more edge to it than you had expected, making Soobin look at you wide-eyed.

‘’ You think she betrayed us? ‘’

You ticked your tongue, the annoyance and anger that had been brewing underneath the surface coming to light now.

‘’ I was wary of her in the beginning, ‘’ you huffed, ‘’ I can’t possibly come up with any other reasons for her texting him. It seemed- ‘’

‘’ Like she liked him? ‘’ Soobin filled in, sounding like he was in disbelief. His voice raised slightly without him meaning it to.

‘’ Exactly. ‘’

‘’ I think that’s too harsh, ‘’ he didn’t look like he agreed, ‘’ We shouldn’t jump to conclusions. We need to get her out before the guys have tightened the leash even more. ‘’

You rolled your eyes.

‘’ You wouldn’t understand how I feel anyway, you have never even been bullied! ‘’

With the two of you visibly getting irritated at each other it felt like the conversation had steered into an argument. Therefore you pressed your lips together and turned wordlessly to the window, only a dissatisfied grunt escaped from your mouth. Soobin looked at you rather disappointedly but then redirected his attention back on the road again.

It was clear that neither of you would change each other’s minds. Therefore, you went on your phone without consulting with him first, although you had listened and taken his suggestion into consideration. While going down the contact list yet again, you came up with a good idea.

You had to text Jungwon after all.

If you were in their shoes, texting the leader of the group would make you think that person wasn’t scheming; especially since Jungwon already knew how scared of him you were. To him and the rest of the group, it would seem illogical for you to text him if you were trying to trick them, because he would be the first to see through you.

9:45 pm

You: Hey

You: I don’t have Jake’s number

While you were typing the next message, an answer popped up.

Jungwon: Why do you need it?

You swallowed the nervosity you suddenly felt wash over you now that he was replying. Knowing the truth about him after today, you almost felt paranoid when you just thought about talking to him. What if he was analyzing your every word? What if he was watching you right now - following you everywhere and being one step ahead at all times?

You: I want to confront him about what he did

When you finally had the bravery to send the text, you almost had your heart in your throat as he replied just as quickly again. It felt like he was glued to his phone, waiting for your next move and maybe even amused at your behavior when texting; could he feel that you were anxious?

Jungwon: come over and I’ll tell you

It felt like a trap, especially considering Heeseung had mentioned a sleepover that would be coming up sometime soon.

You almost threw your phone and ranted to Soobin about how annoying and uncooperative Jugwon was being. In the end however, you bit your cheek and sighed, letting the awkward atmosphere from the disagreement continue.

The closer you got to the city, the more restless you felt. The phone hadn’t been picked up in a long time now; you had left him on read, surely making him seethe in anger.

But you didn’t care too much because you needed more time to gather your thoughts and scattered ideas.

Should you text Jay? You looked at the phone again - no, he was scaring you when you saw him earlier. Just Sunghoon left to try.

You: Sunghoon?

You had to make him feel special like you came to him first because you needed his help and no one else��s.

You: can you do me a favor?

Minutes passed with no response. You could feel Soobin glance at you every so often, eyes narrowing any time your head dipped down to your phone. The hands around the steering wheel had started clenching around it.

He wasn’t sure why you didn’t want to talk to him, he hadn’t said anything wrong after all. And the fact that you were so busy staring at your phone, eyes glued to it like you were in a trance - made him feel…

What did it make him feel, was that jealousy?

Soobin ran his hand through his hair and leaned his head against the arm that was resting on the window.

Jealousy?

He didn’t feel like he had the right to be. But, something about not knowing made him feel his stomach turn uncomfortably. What if you were flirting with them to get your way?

Even if that was a smart tactic it made him feel sick knowing they were enjoying it too much, maybe Jake would even-

He shook his head, trying to get the destructive thoughts out. They weren’t serving him any purpose except for making him miserable. He just wished you would talk to him.

The two of you now neared the parking lot where you met up with Yena. Soobin turned without warning and parked there, making you finally look up from your phone, having stared at it for minutes trying to figure out a response,

‘’ Why did you stop here? ‘’

He couldn’t stop the bitterness and irritation from showing in his tone.

‘’ You didn’t tell me anything so how was I supposed to know where to go? ‘’

You bit back your own need to be bitchy, ‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

Soobin let out a deep sigh of relief, a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders and a small smile shot to his lips, ‘’ I’m sorry too. But also…I got more pissed off by you not telling me anything, not just the disagreement. ‘’

‘’ I guess it was a good idea to park here then so we can go over the plan. ‘’

He turned off the car and turned to you, waiting for you to tell him what was going on.

‘’ Currently, Jungwon has been left on read- ‘’

‘’ Not smart, ‘’ he cut in.

‘’ And he’s not being cooperative at all. Like usual he’s just trying to make my life harder than it already is. So I texted Sunghoon but he’s taking a long time to respond. Also, if he’s with Jungwon he’ll probably give the same response as him. ‘’

‘’ Can I ask - is there any reason in particular you’re so adamant on making them come over? You haven’t even slept since everything went down this morning. Are you sure you’re okay? ‘’

‘’ What? Why wouldn’t I be? ‘’

Soobin grimaced and gave you a scolding look.

‘’ You know why, it’s not exactly something normal to cope with. ‘’

‘’ I’m not thinking about that right now because I don’t need to, ‘’ you snapped, biting down on your cheek when you realized the tone had come back.

He watched you silently.

‘’ Remember I told you I was scared they’d go for my parents? ‘’

‘’ Yeah? ‘’ his voice was laced with concern now.

‘’ They have, paid for my mom’s hospital bills so she could get treatment in a private hospital. ‘’

‘’ Did they have anything to do with it? ‘’

You frowned, ‘’ With what? ‘’

‘’ Well…she got bad so suddenly after being pretty stable. ‘’

You hadn’t even considered that possibility. You made a mental note to confront them about that sometime in the future.

Shrugging it off for the moment, you picked up your phone yet again and made sure to reply to Jungwon in case he’d do something bad.

10:01 pm

You: I’d rather die

He answered just as quickly yet again.

Jungwon: oh?

Jungwon: are you sure about that?

You ignored how it felt like your heart almost stopped. Clearing your throat you pressed on Sunghoon’s name instead, but this time you called him.

‘’ What do you want? ‘’ he picked up pretty fast.

‘’ Where’s Jake? ‘’

You thought it would sound less suspicious than asking for his number like you had with Jungwon.

‘’ Eh…why do you ask? ‘’

‘’ Just want to talk to him. ‘’

A chuckle could be heard from the other side of the line before it was cut off and another voice came on the phone, it was Heeseung.

‘’ Talk to him? Sweetheart, ‘’ he drawled, ‘’ You’ve done nothing but avoid us, and now you suddenly want to talk? ‘’

You swallowed thickly, ‘’ Yes.‘’

‘’ About? ‘’

‘’ What he did to me. ‘’

Heeseung hummed and seemed to think it over. You were about to say something again to catch his attention but it seemed Sunghoon was quicker than you. You assumed the phone was held far away from his mouth as he mumbled something to him.

Then the voice became clearer again when Sunghoon took the phone back and addressed you.

‘’ He’s at the gym Ni-ki and Sunoo train at. ‘’

‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ They play baseball together sometimes, Sunoo isn’t really into sports so he just watches, ‘’ he answered, sounding a bit surprised by your curious question.

‘’ And where is it? ‘’

‘’ I’ll text you the address. See you soon. ‘’

He hung up on you.

‘’ What did he say? ‘’ Soobin immediately asked.

You saw the text come through at the top with the address like he had said. Turning to Soobin you answered him, ‘’ Not much. ‘’

‘’ Not much? ‘’

‘’ Sunghoon said Jake was at the gym Ni-ki trains at. ‘’

‘’ Alone? ‘’

‘’ No, Sunoo and Ni-ki are also there. ‘’

He cursed under his breath, ‘’ I can’t see how we’re going to take on three guys at the same time! ‘’

‘’ Or more…’’ you mumbled ominously.

‘’ More? What do you mean more? ‘’

‘’ He said he’ll see me soon, probably meaning he and the others will show up too since I’m going there. ‘’

Soobin leaned back against the seat and sighed.

‘’ I guess we have to leave now then before they get there. ‘’

He turned the car on suddenly and pressed on the accelerator. The car jerked forward causing your body to be pressed against the seatbelt.

Soobin ignored your cries for him to slow down, because it was just a race against the clock now.

*******

You arrived at the gym around ten minutes later. It was located outside of the city, meaning you hopefully had an advantage in the time it would take to get there.

From the car, you couldn’t see anyone outside. It was a large warehouse-turned-gym with barely any streetlights. Stepping out of the car however, you spotted a dock not too far away where workers seemed to be busy. They were the only ones around and didn’t pay any attention to you and Soobin.

Overall it was a pretty shady area; if you didn’t know Ni-ki and Sunoo’s background you’d question why a guy with such rich friends was going to a gym like that.

‘’ Let’s go. ‘’

Soobin insisted on walking in front, occasionally sticking his arms out protectively whenever he saw a car that looked like it was turning into the area. You tried to go in front of him but he would just pull you back behind him and shake his head determinedly.

‘’ Soobin, how about you wait outside instead? ‘’ you eventually said, feeling anger bubbling inside of you.

‘’ Okay…but I’m not waiting in the car! ‘’

‘’ Fine, ‘’ you rolled your eyes.

Pushing past him you were just about to open the entrance door when it swung open and Jake almost walked into you. Right before he hit you, his head snapped up, a genuine look of surprise adorning his features.

‘’ Y/n? What are you doing- how did you know I was here? ‘’

You and Soobin looked at each other. They hadn’t told him they were coming? Maybe they weren’t and had just said that to scare you. Or maybe…they were watching from the shadows.

‘’ It doesn’t matter, can you talk? ‘’

He shrugged, ‘’ I was going out for some fresh air anyway. ‘’

Soobin backed away to give you some space, you knew it would just tick Jake off if he saw him being near you.

You dragged Jake in between the gym and another warehouse. It wasn’t quite small enough to be called an alley so Soobin could still see you clearly from where he was standing and you didn’t feel as scared.

‘’ Please come with me, I know you want me for myself and you hate it when the others are near me! ‘’ you spat out immediately and then chewed on your lip, thinking you had been too direct.

His puppy eyes widened. He was a lot more surprised and taken back than you expected. Would he put up a fight instead of coming willingly? You had been so sure he would, with just a few words and nothing else.

‘’ Slow down! Are you in a hurry?

He seemed to have noticed your flickering gaze, alternating between glancing back at Soobin, the gym where Ni-ki and Sunoo were at, and even behind him to see if the others were approaching.

‘’ No- I, oh forget it. Just answer me, do you not want to have me all to yourself? ‘’

An amused smirk spread on his face. The tables had finally turned for him - now you were the one begging for his affection and attention. He remained silent, curious to see what else you’d say if he didn’t give in.

And you did continue speaking rapidly. You gave him the one thing he wanted - the most tempting offer to Jake.

‘’ I’ll…sleep with you. ‘’

It was like everything went quiet, both for you and Jake. Like the birds stopped singing out of distaste for you going against your morals to get that revenge you so desperately wanted; like the wind stopped howling out of disbelief and even like the cars in traffic stopped in their tracks.

‘’ Yes, ‘’ he said breathlessly.

You were already starting to regret it when you saw his eyes darken with lust only at the promise of such unholy things. Disgust flashed across your face before you hooked your arm under his and hurriedly brought him over to Soobin’s car.

‘’ Go! ‘’

He started the car and drove away in a flash, leaving Sunoo and Ni-ki who had stepped outside staring after the car with open mouths and worried expressions.

While driving onto the highway, you felt eyes on you from the front seat. Soobin was watching you silently, trying to read your expressions to figure out how you did it. Your face was blank, mirroring your thoughts as you felt empty and repulsed by yourself - so instead, his attention drifted to the one sitting next to you in the back of the car.

Immediately when their eyes met, Soobin’s stomach dropped. A feeling that something was wrong, off, or that you had done something he would disapprove of hit him. Jake faced him confidently, with a big grin, telling him that you couldn’t have threatened him much. What have you done?

*******

The atmosphere was weird when the three of you finally arrived at the cabin. After the whole silent car ride, you stepped into the house feeling more with every step that you were making a huge mistake.

‘’ We’ll talk alone for a bit, ‘’ you said to Soobin when you took Jake by the hand and started pulling him towards the staircase.

Hurt flashed across his features, but he only nodded and smiled, going off somewhere to wait and be blissfully unaware of what was likely about to go down.

You avoided looking at Jake on the way up, knowing what facial expression he’d likely wear. It wasn't until you closed the door behind you in a smaller bedroom that you did so at last.

He threw himself on the bed comfortably and his eyes watched you, full of anticipation.

‘’ First, you give me information, then- ‘’ you grimaced and had to look away.

‘’ Then you’ll give me what I want? ‘’

You nodded, throat too dry to say it out loud.

‘’ Yena, ‘’ that was the first thing you could think of asking him about.

‘’ What about her? ‘’ he scoffed with a smile on his face.

‘’ Did she betray me? Is she on your side? ‘’

It took some time before he answered. He was carefully reevaluating if this was actually a choice the rest of the group would be fine with. After all, he could lie about some things and say some truth; then he’d have you, and finally he’d text the guys his location so they could come.

It was too risky to text now though, so after making up his mind for the final time, he was ready to answer your questions.

‘’ She didn’t betray you. But it’s a long and complicated story. ‘’

‘’ Tell me. Everything. ‘’

‘’ Jungwon found out she had a crush on Sunghoon, so he convinced us to try and use that as leverage to get her to spy on you and get close to you. ‘’

‘’ But? ‘’

‘’ She found out about the bullying from eavesdropping and wanted to help the poor girl she heard her brother boast about torturing before even meeting you. That bitch was smarter than we expected, ‘’ he chuckled, ‘’ She pretended to have a crush on Sunghoon, it was never real. All she had to do was give him some looks and get all shy whenever he was at the house and it fooled her brother. ‘’

‘’ Did she hear them talking about using her? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, but even before that she predicted that they might try to. Everyone in Jungwon’s proximity has been forced to help in one way or another, Yena was always next on the list. Only, they hated each other so much that he needed to have some sort of blackmail or something to lure her with. ‘’

‘’ Lure her? ‘’

‘’ Sunghoon promised to date her if she helped us, ‘’

You didn’t answer, because you weren’t really sure how to respond.

‘’ To be honest, I’m not even sure she did it for you. Maybe she just thought it was the perfect opportunity to use the situation with you as a means to bring her brother down. But, I think after some time of being close to you she developed some compassion. ‘’

Your head hung as you felt shame wash over you. So Soobin had been right again. First, you relentlessly suspected him, and now Yena, the only two that have been the most willing to help you.

‘’ How did you find out she tricked you? ‘’

‘’ Most of our parents work at the company, she was stupid to think not a single worker wouldn’t recognize her and rapport it. ‘’

‘’ She was in disguise, kind of. ‘’

‘’ Not a very good one, was it? ‘’

You felt a sour taste in your mouth at the mocking. However, something far more important occupied your thoughts not long after.

‘’ What is going to happen to her then? ‘’

A half-smile appeared on his lips. ‘’ I don’t actually know. Whatever Jungwon sees fit. ‘’

Your eyes bulged and your mouth hung slightly open.

‘’ What no- don’t tell me. ‘’

His face was an answer in itself. You slumped down in defeat on the chair that was standing in the corner of the room.

‘’ Kill her? ‘’ you mumbled, voice shaky.

‘’ Anything else you want to know? ‘’ Jake continued unbotheredly.

You took some time to think of things, still processing everything else. It felt like it never ended, more and more information that was worse than the last kept piling up throughout the day.

‘’ Did you do something to my mom, ‘’ you carefully began, unsure halfway through the sentence if you wanted to finish it or not.

His eyes narrowed.

‘’ That made her need treatment? ‘’

Jake licked his lips, but his gaze didn’t waver when he responded, ‘’ Yeah. ‘’

‘’ Why? ‘’ you whispered.

Tears that hadn’t yet reached your eyes irritated your throat and made it feel like it was hard to speak.

‘’ Heeseung thought it was the best way to make you act, or come to us. ‘’

‘’ You’re so fucking…evil. ‘’

He didn’t flinch at the harsh words. Maybe he was used to hearing them. Staying on the bed, he kept his distance and gave you some space, not even bothering to try and console you.

Another question popped up when you started burying your face against your knees.

‘’ Are you going to hurt Soobin? ‘’

‘’ Do we have a reason to? ‘’ Jake stilled, ‘’ Do you like him? ‘’

It was easier to lie when he couldn’t see your face, quickly you shook your head.

‘’ Then maybe not, for now. ‘’

‘’ And Yeonjun? ‘’

An amused laugh broke from his lips.

‘’ Oh, that guy! ‘’ he dramatically burst out.

‘’ He won’t be a threat at all, he’s been locked up in his room for hours and refusing to come out. If he actually does at some point, he will be too emotional to do any real damage to us. ‘’

You were thinking of more questions to ask and raised your head to see if you could think of any if you looked at him. It was obvious he was getting impatient. His leg was bouncing up and down and he was partially glaring at you.

When you finally gave him your attention fully, he stood up. With every step that he got nearer, you tried to push yourself as far away as you could while sitting in that chair.

Two arms came down and rested on either sides of the chair, caging you in. You dreaded what would come next.

‘’ Y/n! ‘’

Soobin’s shriek made you jump out of your seat. It sounded serious. With Jake hot on your heel you ran down the stairs and found him in the hallway, looking out of the window next to the door.

‘’ Come, ‘’ he stepped aside so you could go up to the window, ‘’ Doesn’t that look like Sunghoon? ‘’

You practically pressed your face against the cold glass, desperately hoping it wasn’t true. But, just like Soobin had said, you saw a figure followed by one more moving closer and closer right to where you were.

‘’ Is the door locked? ‘’

The door abruptly swung open just then, making you and Soobin jump back while Jake’s face lit up with hope. You had missed one figure; the one who was much closer to the door than the others.

Through the door came your bullies, one after another except for Ni-ki, Sunoo, and Sunghoon.

Jungwon didn’t waste a second, he approached Jake and - plunged his fist deep into Jake’s abdomen which had him doubled over in pain, head thrown back in a silent scream. He clutched his stomach and slowly raised his head, on his face wasn’t anger but betrayal.

He moved and his hand slipped a bit, giving you a full view of where he had been hurt. You saw it first - blood. He wasn’t just punched, he was stabbed. The scarlet liquid trickled down onto the white Victorian carpet below, coloring it terrifyingly fast.

But despite that, he looked more psychologically in pain. Crystals of tears had started glossing his big eyes, which held so many unspoken words in them.

Jungwon looked at him blankly at first. Then when the blood had started seeping out and Jake had looked so terrified of him and caught by surprise, not being able to take his eyes off of the friend that betrayed him; he slowly stopped trying to hold back the sinister smile that wanted so badly to adorn his ruby red lips.

This is what you deserve, traitor, he thought, wondering if Jake knew him so well after all those years of being friends that he could see what he was thinking by just looking at him. It was hard of course. Eyes are the windows of the soul, but what if you don’t have one? Or rather, what if it is the soul of the devil?

Jake began shaking his head, digging his heels into the ground to be able to push himself back a little, creating very little distance between him and Jungwon. It amused the psycho, whose smile only grew wider, you think you’re safe?

‘’ I-I was-wasn’t going…to betray you, ‘’ Jake pushed out in between his ragged breaths.

He came closer, eliciting panic to flare up in Jake, making his eyes bulge. But he couldn’t push himself back anymore, he had hit the cabin’s wall behind him.

‘’ I don’t care. You came here only for selfish reasons, ignoring the pact we made, ‘’ Jungwon said sternly, the smile had disappeared. He looked furious now, all that hidden anger coming to the surface.

‘’ Jay got punished today too when he didn’t tell us about y/n coming over, didn’t you know about that? ‘’ Heeseung added.

Jay shifted uncomfortably in the background, he seemed to have a limp, but it was still nowhere near as bad as the punishment Jake recieved.

‘’ This isn’t the same as with Jay, ‘’ Jungwon started when he noticed Jake’s eyes wandering to him, ‘’ He told us he didn’t do anything with her, and we know out of everyone you would be more likely to. ‘’

Jake sniffled, ignoring how pathetic he looked to the others. He didn’t want to die yet, he was too young. No part of him understood how this happened - he just wanted his friends back, for them to tell him it was going to be okay and take him to the hospital before the time ran out.

His hands reached up to the crouched Jungwon’s legs, grabbing onto the fabric, ‘’ No, please…please don’t do this to me, ‘’ he let the tears he had fought so hard to keep in fall.

Jay stepped forward and Heeseung followed close behind. It was like you were invisible to them, completely uninvolved in the internal friend conflict that had happened. You and Soobin stood a few meters away.

Soobin, when seeing what had happened, pulled you into his arms and turned his body around so you were blocked from seeing your bullies. You cried, shaking against his chest while he tried his best to calm you by stroking your hair slowly.

His eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of him, listening closely to any cues that meant he should get you out of there. The words that were said sounded muffled to you. You weren’t sure if it was due to hearing your heart racing in your ears or being pressed so close to Soobin, either way it blocked out the voices.

You were brought back when you heard Jake’s distressed crying. They hurt Jay? You and Soobin should’ve probably expected that. Jake did tell them about the time he went to the apartment alone so you weren’t sure why you forgot that and assumed any action done alone by the members was completely fine.

Jake shook his head again. Beads of sweat had started to form on his pale forehead. The energy had very quickly drained out of him, likewise the blood that didn’t stop flowing down despite his efforts to put pressure on it with his hands.

‘’ I was going to-to call y-you after. ‘’

Pouring more salt into the wound of betrayal, the group stood up without neither saying another word to him or letting him speak. His cries became louder as his head fell down with a thump on the floor, desperate words begging for saving going ignored while he laid there. His tears mixed with his blood, but it was like he was a ghost to everyone.

Heeseung turned to Soobin who had almost forgotten he was there, so encaptivated and invested in what he was watching. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and stepped back further, forcing you to move. Your head snapped up when your feet seemed to have moved on their own.

You were so stunned when they came up to you and hooked their arms around Soobin, dragging him away that not a word left your mouth. Paralyzed you stared at them, feeling as if your limbs were unable to support your weight if you tried moving.

‘’ If you want him to live, come to the sleepover. We’ll give you three days. ‘’

With one last look at their friend on the floor, looking quite immobile now - the three of them walked out of the door, not once looking back at him. It was as if he had never existed to them at all.

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King

Part II.

You hate Tsukishima Kei. With a passion. Seriously. But what happens when you, the manager of his college volleyball team, get stuck in a hotel room with him? For an entire week... With only a king bed for both of you to sleep on...

Warnings: fem!bodied reader, choking, unprotected sex, bullying (on both sides), one bed trope (lol).

Word Count: 4900+

Minors DNI, please and thank you. All characters are 18+.

A/N: I'm back with another Tsukki drabble 😌 Let's fucking go.

Smut is below the cut, as always.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” the coach was saying on the other end of the phone, “but because we added Jiro so last minute this week, I’m going to have to put you with one of the guys on the team. I already called the hotel, and they don’t have any more rooms available.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course. You didn’t think of this when Jiro unexpectedly transferred into the program and made the volleyball team this past week. You had been so wrapped up in your own excitement for the tournament that you forgot you wouldn’t get a room all to yourself this time.

“It’s no biggie, Coach,” you reply. But it is a biggie. “I don’t mind.” But I do mind. “Put me with whoever is willing to room with me!” Don’t you dare put me with that bastard Tsukishima.

“Y/N, I really can’t thank you enough for being so understanding. I’ll make sure to be extra careful next tournament so I can give you your own room like normal! Can’t wait to see you Monday morning!”

After you hang up the phone, you find annoyance bubbling up in your chest. It would be your luck that the hotel is fully booked, but then you should have expected that considering what tournament was happening this upcoming week. As you shove stuff into your suitcase, you try to come to terms with who you might room with. Jiro would be fine, since you didn’t really know each other. You’d even be fine with the team captain, Yuuji. Anyone but Tsukishima.

Before you went to sleep for the night, you prayed to any God out there that you’d get paired with anyone else on the team.

But your prayers go unanswered.

“Everyone was too shy to room with you, Y/N,” Coach was explaining to you as he walked you to your room. You had a glare plastered on your face at him. “And no one wanted to room with Tsukishima either. So, the best thing I could have done to make sure my team gets along for this tournament is-”

“To put Tsukishima with me?” you say with disgust.

“I’m not happy about it either,” Tsukishima says from beside you, glare also evident on his face. Only it’s directed at you.

You turn a harsh look on him. “No one was speaking to you, four eyes,” you snap.

“You little…” he mutters, turning to tower over you.

“Okay, you two,” the coach interrupts. “Here is your room.” He scans the key card and ushers Tsukishima in. He turns to you, handing you the key card before ushering you in as well. “Don’t lose that. I want you to be in charge of it.” You nod along as you step into the room.

“WHAT?” Tsukishima yells from inside.

You feel your annoyance bubbling up to the surface again. “Oi, Tsukishima, pipe down,” you scold.

“Y/N,” he says to get your attention. You finally glance up at him, glare ready, eye twitching to find him looking worse for wear. “There’s only one bed.”

You feel your face drop and whirl yourself around to tell coach.

“Uh, I gotta go check on the others!” he says as he dashes out of the doorway, letting the door come to a close.

So, you stand there, next to the bastard Tsukishima, at the foot of the bed, both of you in utter disbelief as you stare at the one king sized bed in the center of the room. It’s silent for a long moment.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you tell him matter-of-factly.

“What?!” he exclaims. “The floor is hardwood, Y/N! I have a tournament to play in this week! You’re the one that is going to be sleeping on the floor.”

You turn to him, a look of utter disgust on your face only to find he is returning the look. “You’d really make your team manager sleep on the hardwood floor?” you ask, hoping to bait him into saying no, he wouldn’t do that to you.

“Yes.”

“What?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yes, I would make my snotty team manager sleep on the hardwood floor.” He sneers down at you.

Before you can stop yourself, you raise a fist, ready to punch him, but he just sticks an arm out, hand pressing against your forehead as he continues to push you away, laughing as you struggle to get a hit in. This bastard and his ridiculously long monkey arms…

You huff out as you straighten your clothes, and he crosses his arms. “I’m going to take a shower,” you tell him. “And when I come out, I better see your bed made up on the floor.”

He scoffs and waves you away with a roll of his eyes. You feel your eye start twitching again as you close the door to the bathroom and turn the water on. As you step into the shower, you feel your anger spike again. How dare he try to make you sleep on the floor?! Didn’t his mother teach him any manners?!

You were hoping the warm water would calm you down, but as you step out onto the towel outside of the shower you find that, in your annoyance, you forgot to get your clothes from your suitcase. You curse yourself underneath your breath before wrapping a towel tightly around your body.

You crack open the bathroom door and peek out. You can see Tsukishima lounging on the bed in the reflection of the mirror right outside the bathroom door. He’s playing on his phone. Thinking you could get to your suitcase quickly without him noticing, you pad out to the living area only to come to a halt when you realize your suitcase is on the side of the bed he is currently laying on.

“T-Tsukishima,” you stutter out, nerves getting the best of you.

“What is it now?” he says as he lowers his phone to glare at you.

Your face reddens as he makes eye contact, his glare falling into a look of awe and disbelief. His own face begins to redden before he turns quickly away.

“Have you lost your mind?!” he damn near shouts at you.

“I forgot my clothes, you asshole!” you shout at his back. “And my suitcase is by you!”

“Well, hurry up and get your clothes, for Christ’s sake!”

You hesitate. “Don’t look at me,” you tell him, voice soft. “Promise you won’t look at me and then I’ll be able to get my clothes.”

He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. “I won’t look,” he promises, voice surprisingly gentle. “I closed my eyes.”

You get to your suitcase and quickly throw it open. As you’re rummaging through its contents you glance up to see that his eyes were, in fact, closed. You feel your heart skip a beat at that, for whatever reason, and speed walk back to the bathroom with your clothes in hand.

Tsukishima waits until he hears the bathroom door close again before he blows out the breath he was holding. He turns to look at the space you just occupied outside of the bathroom door and feels his face heat up again. He knew you were pretty. Hell, everyone knew you were drop dead gorgeous. Other teams would make comments before, during and after games. It drove him and his teammates nuts. Though, they would all be lying if they said they never fantasized about you before. Him included. He would often find himself being dragged into locker room talk about you after practice, after games, during team study sessions that you were never invited to. He never participated simply because he respected you too much to talk about you in that manner. His teammates thought it was just because he hated you.

The way you two interacted never went unnoticed by anyone. Perhaps putting you two together in a room was the coach’s way of telling you two to get over it. It felt like Coach was telling him he had to be friends with you. The only problem is that Tsukishima didn’t want to be friends with you in the first place.

And so, he finds himself setting up a wall of pillows in the middle of the bed. He doesn’t want to sleep on the floor, and he certainly doesn’t want you to. As he is placing the last pillow, you exit the bathroom, wet hair dripping onto the oversized tee shirt you were wearing. When he turns to look at you, he notices that the tips of your cheekbones are still a light shade of pink. Then he glances down.

“Oi, Y/N,” he says lowly, voice laced with annoyance.

“What?” you snap back.

“Where are your pants?” He points at your bare legs.

You feel your face heat up at ten times the speed. “I am wearing pants!” you exclaim, hoisting your shirt up past your navel in anger. “I’m wearing shorts!”

In your haste, you didn’t realize just how high you had yanked the shirt up.

So, there you were, shirt held tightly in your hands showing off your short sleep shorts… and the bottom half of your breasts.

“Put your shirt down!” he shouts, nearly tripping over his own suitcase as he runs over to you, grabs the hem, and yanks your shirt back down over your body.

You turn your face up at him, brows knitting together as you frown at him, completely unaware of just how much you were showing him. “I was just showing you that I had shorts on underneath this shirt,” you tell him.

“Yes, yes,” he responds, “you’ve made your point.” But I didn’t need to see that, he thinks to himself. Now how will I be able to sleep knowing they’re right next to me? And they look like that?

His hands fist into your shirt at your waist and you suddenly become very aware of him touching you.

“Okay,” you say a little too loudly, taking a giant step away from him and pushing his hands off of you. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

As Tsukishima is brushing his teeth, you walk around the room to shut lights off, leaving the bedside light on, and adjust the thermostat. You come to a halt as you lift the covers to get into the bed. You stare blankly at the wall of pillows in the center.

Tsukishima exits the bathroom, then, yawning loudly, stopping when you turn an annoyed look on him.

“I told you to sleep on the floor,” you ground out.

“And I told you, not happening,” he answers, voice snide.

“So, your solution was to put pillows between us?”

“I felt like it was a fair compromise,” he answers. “I don’t want to touch you; you don’t want to touch me.”

“And you think pillows are going to keep us separated? All night?”

“I do. Oh, and you’re sleeping closest to the wall.” He moves to where you’re standing, pushing you aside and climbing into the bed.

You stand there in disbelief. He must have lost his mind. You turn to glance around the room and notice that the side closest to the wall is farthest from the door. You feel your heart skip a beat again.

“Tick tock, Y/N,” he says as he reaches to shut the last lamp off. “What will it be?” He sneers up at you before he flips the switch, and the room goes black.

Before you can think too much about it, you stomp over to the other side of the bed.

“Stay on your side,” you tell him as you settle in.

“That won’t be a problem,” he answers back.

You turn on your side away from him, staring at the wall for what feels like forever until sleep finally pulls you under.

A knock on the door wakes you up the next morning, a voice outside telling you to come get breakfast before the bus leaves in two hours for the games.

But it’s so warm, you think as you burrow your head deeper into your pillow. You could get away with five more minutes, right? But another knock sounds on the door, signaling that it was, indeed, time to get up. You forgot coach made two rounds just ten minutes apart.

As your eyes flutter open, you realize why you feel so warm.

Tsukishima’s arms are wound tightly around your waist, your head comfortably tucked underneath his chin, face pressed into his chest. Your own arms betrayed you in your sleep as well, you notice, as you become painfully aware of their position around his body. The pillows that were meant to keep you separated are nowhere in sight. You feel your anxiety spike when you realize he has you practically trapped.

“Tsukishima,” you say trying to wake him.

He groans before his arms tighten around you. “Five more minutes,” he pleads, voice groggy. If you weren’t so anxious, you would think he sounded somewhat hot.

“Tsukki,” you try again, opting for his nickname.

He groans again, body shifting slightly before sighing, still not awake.

“Tsukki,” you say, louder this time.

He finally opens one eye to look at you, annoyed. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, pleading with him silently to let you go.

“Uhm,” you start.

“Why are you so close to me?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

Instead of answering, you move your eyes down to look at his arms currently wrapped around your waist. It takes Tsukishima a long second to realize why you’re so close to him. Then he is shoving you away from him as if he had touched a hot stovetop. You shriek as he launches himself away from you and off the bed, waist throbbing in pain from where he had hastily shoved you away. You rub the spot with a hand.

“What the hell, Tsukishima?” You glare at him. “You didn’t have to push me that hard.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” he suggests before turning on his heel and heading into the bathroom.

So, you decide to ignore what happened. For days. If the team advances every single day, you could be sharing a room with him for the next seven days. Lo and behold, they do. You had been avoiding each other since you woke up somehow encased in his arms, eating meals separately and coming back to the hotel room at different times.

But the night before the championship game, the coach makes everyone go to their rooms early, saying something about how everyone needs to get a good night of sleep.

And so here you are, at 10:00 PM, wide awake next to the wide-awake Tsukishima whom you haven’t spoken to in days simply because you haven’t had to. Nor did you really want to, for that matter. You’re separated by pillows, but it feels like he is closer than ever to you. If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear his breathing.

“Ugh,” you finally groan. “I can’t sleep.” You frown up at the ceiling.

“Maybe if you changed your attitude, you’d be asleep by now,” Tsukishima says from beside you.

You sit up to glare at him. “I don’t see you sleeping either,” you point out.

“I’m not sleeping because I’ve chosen not to sleep yet,” he replies.

You scoff. “Yeah right, I bet its because you’ve had to sit the bench the last two games.” You were taking a low blow, you knew that. But still, you said it.

He shoots up into a sitting position on his side of the bed now, returning your glare with just as much fervor. “It’s not my fault I’ve been off my game the last couple of days. It’s because I have to share a room with the most aggravating person on the planet!”

“Oh yes, because it’s certainly not the fact that you suck at volleyball.”

Suddenly, he’s in your face. “Say that again,” he dares you.

You swallow thickly before shaking your head, glare nowhere to be found now.

“Funny how you think I suck at volleyball, but I must be good at something else in your dreams.”

You feel your face heat up. “W-what are you talking about?” you stutter.

“You mean to tell me you haven’t been dreaming of me every single night since that first morning?”

“No,” you answer, a little too quickly. You avert your gaze away from him.

“You trying to tell me you aren’t the one I hear every night moaning ‘Yes, Tsukki, right there, Tsukki’?” His voice goes up an octave as he imitates your voice and you’d very much like to crawl in a hole and die.

You had had dreams about him this week, yes, you couldn’t deny that. But were you really moaning for him in your sleep?

“You’re lying,” you accuse, voice shaky.

“Am I, though?” His hand finds its way underneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. When your gazes meet, you find that he is suffocatingly close to you. One wrong move and your lips could be touching. “Look me in the face and tell me I’m lying.” His voice oozes confidence.

Suddenly, your tongue feels too big for your mouth. You can’t even form words as you try to look away from him. To be honest, you didn’t know if he was lying or not, but you can’t exactly hear yourself while you sleep.

“Huh, look at that,” he muses as his hand moves from your chin, gliding across your jaw and into your hair at the nape of your neck. “Cat got your tongue?” He’s mocking you now. His hand fists into your hair as you avert your eyes again and he yanks your head back to look at him. You gasp out, surprised. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” When you make eye contact with him again, he smirks. “Good girl.”

You feel your face heat up at his words, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as butterflies erupt across your chest.

“Oh? Did you like that?”

You try to shake your head no but find that you can’t move because his hand is still in your hair.

“Use your words, Y/N,” he tells you, voice stern.

You swallow. “N-No,” you stammer.

Suddenly, his lips are by your ear. “Liar,” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his lips brushing against the shell of your ear has your sex throbbing. God, you feel like such a virgin right now.

He chuckles as he pulls back to look at your face, lips tilting up into another smirk. Your eyes are wide and doe-like, shining with a few tears, almost like you’re begging for him to take it a step further. Your bottom lip is quivering slightly, and he thinks it’s cute. He searches your face as he shifts onto his knees in front of you, hand loosening in your hair as he cups your head in his hands, thumbs underneath your jaw to direct your face up to his.

“Tell me if I’m taking things too far,” he murmurs, voice suddenly soft.

You don’t even have time to react when he crashes his lips roughly into yours. You gasp out of surprise, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. As his tongue strokes yours for the first time, you let out a soft moan at the feeling and finally return his kiss.

Tsukishima almost sighs in relief as you come alive beneath him, and he begins shoving you down onto the mattress. You let him, back hitting the mattress as he moves his mouth to your neck. You part your knees to accommodate his body as his hips make contact with your own. You crane your neck to give him more access as he sucks a bruise right into your jugular. He’s pushing your shirt up and grabbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands. Involuntarily, you thrust your hips up into his, causing his clothed cock to rub right up against your core.

He moves his mouth down quickly to capture a nipple. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from moaning as his tongue flicks across the hardening bud, hips grinding down into you to rub his hardening dick against you again. You moan at the feeling, essence leaking out into your panties as he switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple, hands holding your hips in place as he relentlessly grinds against you.

Your hands are in his hair, back arching to push your tit further into his mouth as you moan out a soft call of his nickname.

His weight leaves your body as he moves to loom above you, hands planted by your head to hold himself up. He’s looking down at you, annoyed, sizing you up. Your chest is heaving, tits on full display with your shirt pushed up past your chest. Your lips are swollen, and your face is flushed.

“It’s Kei to you, right now,” he informs you, voice low. “Got it?”

You nod at him as you try to catch your breath.

Before you realize what he is doing, he has a hand in your sleep shorts and two fingers buried knuckle deep in your dripping hole. You gasp out, hand reaching to wrap around his wrist.

“Words, Y/N,” he reminds you as he watches your face contort in pleasure beneath him.

His fingers begin to pull out. “Ye-” you begin, but he shoves his fingers right back into you, smirking as you finish the S, the sound somewhere between a hiss and a moan.

“Thatta girl,” he praises as he slowly begins fucking you with his fingers, mouth finding its way back to your left nipple.

He sucks the bud into his mouth harshly, ripping a loud moan from your chest as he hooks his fingers up inside of you to hit your g-spot at the same time. He pulls his fingers from your shorts as he begins kissing down your body, fingers moving to pull your shorts and underwear off as his tongue glides across your navel. He sits up and tosses the garments to the floor. Suddenly feeling shy, you close your legs off to him. He makes eye contact with you as his hands find your knees and roughly push your legs apart, baring your pussy to him for the first time.

“Fuck,” he mutters as his hands glide down your inner thighs, body moving to settle his face right where you wanted him the most.

He makes eye contact with you as he brings his mouth closer to your sex, tongue darting out to lick a stripe right between your folds. He groans, eyes closing for a moment.

“Just as I thought,” he comments, “taste so fucking sweet.”

Your face heats up at double the speed, but before you can respond he dives right in, eating you like a man starved. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit, and you tangle your hands in his hair, shoving him deeper into you.

“Yes, Kei,” you moan out as he sucks your clit into his mouth. The sound of his first name falling from your lips like that sounds so hot to him that he finds himself leaving your core in favor of quickly pulling off his own clothes.

You watch as he settles over you, now naked, cock finding its home right between your folds as his lips find yours in a searing kiss.

“Let me fuck you,” he begs as he pulls back, voice almost coming out as a whine, lips millimeters away from yours. He grinds his hips into you for emphasis, cock head bumping into your clit.

To answer him, you reach down to grab up his dick in your hand, eyes never leaving his. You give it a few good pumps before guiding him into you. Your mouth falls open as he slowly pushes past your entrance, small gasps leaving your lips at the feeling of him filling you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grounds out. “Relax, Y/N.”

You groan as he continues to push into you. Relax? How can you relax when the man you’ve been secretly pining for is currently all over you? Not to mention in you.

You reach up and pinch his bicep.

“Ow, what the hell?” He rubs the spot you pinched, glaring down at you.

“Oh, good. I’m not dreaming,” you reply, voice shaky, breathy laugh pushing past your lips. Without thinking, you bury your hands back into his hair and yank his face back down to yours, planting a kiss on his lips and licking into his mouth when he opens it to you.

His hips begin moving of their own accord, slowly rolling into you as your kiss gets more and more desperate. With each roll of his hips, it feels like he keeps reaching deeper and deeper inside you. You pull away from his lips to let out a load moan as the head of his cock grazes your cervix. His mouth heads south, licking and nipping at the skin on your jaw, neck and collarbones.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says into your skin before he’s reaching to push your knees up into your chest, effectively reaching a new depth inside of you.

You gasp out, finding it hard to catch your breath as your hands reach out to press against his abdomen. It does no good, though, as he relentlessly continues fucking you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“W-wait,” you gasp out, head falling back as stars find the edges of your vision when he picks up the pace. You feel the pleasure building up in your abdomen.

“No,” he tells you simply, voice breathy.

“No, wait,” you try again as the pleasure nears its peak. You want to hold out for as long as possible, but you don’t think you’ll be able to at the rate you’re going.

He shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down.

“Shh,” he shushes you.

You’re too stunned to push him away, but at the same time the action has your pussy clenching around him, and he curses from above you. With every thrust, the cord pulls tighter and tighter in your belly. It becomes almost painful trying to keep it at bay.

“Come on,” he encourages you, fingers leaving your mouth and opting to wrap around your neck. “Cum for me.”

At his words, you let yourself go, cumming around him as he continues fucking you, slowly pushing in and out of you while he tries to slow his own orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as you come down, letting your feet fall back to the bed and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

Before you can react, Tsukishima suddenly flips over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, putting you on your hands and knees. You look back at him with wide eyes as he prods your entrance with his still hard cock before fully sheathing himself back inside you in one thrust.

Your back arches at the action, head falling back as a moan escapes your throat. He takes the opportunity to fist his hand into your hair and yank your body up so your back is flush against his front. He wraps his free arm around your waist, the hand that was wrapped in your hair coming around to find its home back around the column of your neck.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues fucking you, small gasps of “yes” leaving your lips as he builds you right back up to the edge.

“Look at you,” he comments. “You’re so fucking hot. It’s almost a shame I get to be the only one to see you like this.”

You can’t form a single coherent thought as you warn him of your approaching orgasm. He presses you right back down into the mattress to pick up his pace, slamming into you from behind as you bury your face into a pillow, crying out as you teeter right over the edge.

He fucks you through it again, pulling out at the last second to pump his length a few times before spilling his seed right onto your bare ass.

You both stay still as you come down, catching your breaths. It’s suddenly silent in your hotel room as the reality of what just happened dawns on both of you. You wait a few more beats, giving him a chance to break the silence before you do.

“Oi, Tsukishima…” you start, usual tone settled back into your voice. “You better clean that up.”

“Right…” he mutters. He leaves the bed to get a wet cloth, coming back to thoroughly wipe his cum off your ass.

You settle back onto your side of the bed as Tsukishima tosses the rag back into the bathroom. When he settles back onto his side you finally speak.

“Let’s… not talk about this,” you suggest.

He’s silent on the other side, probably in agreement, you think. So, you close your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tears hot on your cheeks as they silently stain the pillow beneath your head in the dark.

Only you don’t know that Tsukishima is on the other side of the bed, hoping just as much as you are that that meant as much to you as it did to him.

#tsukishima kei smut #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #you have no idea how at home I feel writing for this bastard #he's just so much fun

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parisiterileymoon · 3 months

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Yoo i just read your angel dust x reader in the 40s and it was great! If you ever need to write something in italian i'll gladly translate it for you (i am italian)

Btw are your requests open? If so then can i ask for a sort-of follow up to your aforementioned post? Reader goes to hell after getting shot by angel's dad, some years pass and angel dies too but they don't know they both went to hell and assume the other one is in heaven and one day they meet again out of luck and recognize eachother after having a conversation in a bar or something like that (btw if you could refrain from calling him anthony too much it would be greatly appreciated, nothing against that it's just that my dad is named antonio and it feels kinda weird to read a fic with my dad's name lol, but if you want to call him anthony anyway i don't mind at all), thanks for reading!

If my request violated any rules please tell me so that i won't make the mistake again

You are incredible! I adore how detailed this request is. I will use as little “Anthony” as possible lol.

Angel dust x reader (1940s follow up…or part two?)

C/W: cannon typical violence, grief, loss, mildly suggestive, survivors guilt, regret, crying LOTS of emotions.

70 years. 70 years is how long it’s been. 70 years since you have seen him. It was startling at first. You never thought you would see him again. For a while you just held eachother. You sat there, your face nuzzled in his fluff. “Oh my god I have so much to tell you.” He smiled down at you. He began to talk about the family. You didn’t listen. You just stared at him. At how beautiful he is. You held his bottom set of hands and rested your head on his chest. You’ve never seen him so happy. This beautiful man you have been waiting for him for what it feels like an eternity and he’s finally here. You are in his arms at last. “Hey are you listening?” “No. I’m not. I’m sorry but…you look so happy. I can’t help but think…I mean it’s like- my whole brain is occupied by the thought ‘holy shit…this is it. This is what I have been waiting for. What I have been wanting.’ I’ve waited seventy years, my angel.” Tears well up in both your eyes. “Oh…oh my god.” He grabs your face and pulls it up to his. He kisses you. Not a kiss full of heat, but not with any less passion. A kiss filled with love and adoration. A kiss from a man missing the love of his life for 70 years. 70 years filled with pain and agony. For a moment, he forgot his pain, suffering, trauma, and tears. You are his everything. You are the reason he wanted to hang on. The shred of hope that you might reunite. “I thought you went to heaven” he said after he pulled away. You shake your head. “Why?” You laugh pitifully “I’ve done terrible things…” he sighs. “Because you regretted it. Every time. Every time you shot or stabbed you felt horrible. You brought flowers to their graves. You cried, tha-that can’t mean nothing!” He looks confused and angry. How dare they deny the love of his life entry to paradise? You are the kind of person to cry when Bambi’s mom died every time. Without fail. You put a chocolate smile on his pancakes once! “You’re too good for this shithole, (____)…too good.” His voice shakes as he said your name. You kiss him. Comforting, passionate, painful, sweet, and loving. “If I went to heaven I would’ve never seen you again.” You looked into his eyes. There were so many emotions swirling between the two of you that night.

I think the moral of this story is that…I don’t know hold on to the people that love you.

I cried well writing this. Any feedback is encouraged. Thank you for reading🫂

#gay #mlm #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x gn reader #hazbin hote angel #angel dust x male reader #angel hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel angel #i love himmmm

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Oh no! We can’t have an empty ask box, LOL!

How about romantic vacation with Jack Dayton?

Tagging: @soultrysworld @kmc1989 @livingonthehems @tess-love

OK so sorry this took so long, I could not decide on the location. I was torn with him joining her on a research trip to Ireland (cue Jack in a white warm sweater on a windy cliff surrounded by greenery or something beachy - in the end this won out as a relaxing vacay for him as Ireland would have been him angsting over her being out of his proximity for a while.)

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Cartier - Jack tries to build some healthier habits to vent his stress.

Bali agrees with Jack.

Usually on his vacations he works, same shit different location but this is his first one with you and he hasn’t thought about his phone once since he locked it in the safe in the villa.

It’s quiet here, serene and it fills him with a peacefulness he’s not felt in a long time. He spends his mornings on the private beach, swimming in the sea, lounging under a parasol reading a book. Before you he couldn’t remember the last time he picked up a paperback, everything he dealt with was digital. It’s only when you’d given him a copy of your book that he’d rediscovered his desire to read for pleasure.

“It was almost as captivating as you are.” He’d told you the next time the two of you met for dinner, the blush had crept across your cheeks and he realises that you hadn’t truly expected him to read it.

In the evenings he likes to cook, it’s something else he’s rediscovered his passion for. Every morning fresh produce is dropped off and he enjoys the challenge of creating a menu for the day out of the offerings.

Back in Chicago his life is so regimented, he don’t get time to stop and smell the roses. He’s on the go from five am to midnight and then it starts all over again. That’s what this vacation has been about, slowing down, taking a moment to breathe.

As he lies in the hammock on the beach with you draped across his body fast asleep, he realises he needs to make some changes in his life. He can’t keep hurtling through his life at break neck speed, he needs to experience it, to live it.

That started with you he thinks, when he read your words about the feel of wild flowers brushing over a lover’s skin, the simplicity of being with another person, your entire attention focused on them. He wants that, no more stolen moments or dinners booked three weeks in advance, he wants to exist in the present, to take the time to love you without having to count down the seconds to his next engagement.

“I’m going to ease back my schedule a little.” He tells you over breakfast the morning you’re both due to fly home. His hand comes to rest on yours, fingers entwining as he looks at you across the table. “Being here with you, it’s made me realise what important. I don’t want to look back at my life and regret the things I’ve missed because I was working too hard.”

You smile then as you stand up and something in his chest flutters. Being with you has brought so much joy to his life, he can’t imagine a world without you in it. You slip into his lap and his arms wrap around you, cradling you close.

“All I want…” You say as your forehead comes to rest against his. “…is for you to be happy.”

Your lips ghost over his and that kiss, there’s such a tenderness in it, a softness. He’s never felt as wanted as he does when he’s with you, he’s never felt so loved, so cared for.

“Being with you…” He whispers as he uses his fingertips to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. “…it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.”

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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Billy Loomis x Reader: even the strong ones break.

Words: 1315

Warnings: bad parenting, swearing probably, not proofread, i can’t remember lol

Summary: It was the first time ever you had seen Billy cry, and it was certainly shocking to see him fall apart so miserably, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to make him feel better. He had been strong for a while now, and everyone needed a break from time to time, even Billy Loomis.

Author's note: OKAY SO MY SCREAM OBSESSION IS STILL STANDING, and i’ve been writing in ao3 instead of in here because i wanted to get away from my responsabilities and numerous dodge mason & wednesday show request. sorry, i got overwhelmed, but i’m back, and i’m bringing all of my pieces in ao3 with me. here you go. you can find the link to ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39896499

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.

Your head hurt from reading with a bad light for too long. The simplicity in the beauty of reading every night before going to sleep had taken you a bit too far, but what could you say? You weren’t giving up on reading just because of a light headache, you were strong enough to handle it.

Still, you had enough for tonight and you decided to put your current read aside in order to already go to sleep. Your eyelids felt too heavy to continue and you could be stubborn, but not dumb enough to fall asleep while reading in an uncomfortable position that would have you complaining the next day. Your arm reached out for the switch next to your bed, turning the lights off after you had gotten in bed, ready to get some good quality sleep. It was perfect: the bed felt nice, your pillow was cold, the sheets were smooth against your skin, it wasn’t too hot nor too cold in your room and there were some nice, comforting sounds outside the window.

There were noises outside your window. You jumped out of the bed once your brain was able to process the fact, without needing to wonder who it could be. Stu had never snuck through your window, which didn’t sound that weird knowing he didn't have what it took to speak softly after sneaking into your room — Billy, however, was all about crawling through your bedroom’s window and being secretly soft. He had justified his passion for sneaking in with the adrenaline of maybe getting caught, but you also knew it kinda had to do with the quick of energy he got whenever he saw you.

You unlocked your window as fast as you could and opened it, immediately stepping aside to let Billy sneak in, knowing he would need no help to do so. He had become a real expert with that, and that’s the reason why your alarms got set off when you saw how Billy almost tripped with his feet once he was in your room.

“Well, it’s dark in here.” He said, and even his voice sounded off. More dry and less playful than usual. “Were you sleeping?”

“I was about to,” you shrugged before turning around to switch the lights on. Once there was light, you carefully glanced at him, noticing the exhaustion and anger on his face. “Everything alright, Billy?”

Billy nodded, looking away. “Yeah. Just got bored from the fighting, that’s all.”

Of course, that was the reason why he was acting so strangely. It had taken Billy an eternity to confess his parents had been fighting a lot lately, and he was a worse actor than he thought he was — since he had opened up, all the signs of him acting different instantly gave away how hurt he felt, even though neither you or Stu thought he would ever admit it. Billy was too proud for that, but you sometimes just wished he would let his pride aside.

“Can I—?” Billy’s voice broke before he could finish his question. You immediately looked at him, alarmed and shocked when you discovered tears in Billy’s cold eyes. He looked as vulnerable as he did annoyed with himself. “Fuck!”

“Hey…” You walked up to him and put your hand to his arm, not wanting to overwhelm him. The physical contact actually made him sob and break down in furious tears, but you knew it wasn’t your fault “Oh, Billy”

You pulled him in for a hug, comfortably wrapping your arms around him. Billy leaned into your touch, incapable of stopping his crying as you tried to comfort him and ground him. It was the first time ever you had seen Billy cry, and it was certainly shocking to see him fall apart so miserably, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to make him feel better. He had been strong for a while now, and everyone needed a break from time to time, even Billy Loomis.

“It’s so bad, Y/N,” sobbed Billy, pressing his head into your shoulder. “They’re filing for divorce”

You caressed his black hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “I’m so sorry, Billy.” Your hand traveled to his back, rubbing circles there.

Billy shook in your arms, and you guessed it was anger. If you had learned something about him during the last months was the amount of fury and anger he had inside him, a type of anger not even football allowed him to break out from. He snapped from time to time, snickering and saying things he regretted later, and he would bottle up his feelings and hide them in the darkest place — Stu had told you to get used to it. You just thought it was sad —. Being able to see him like that was kind of comforting, knowing he wasn’t holding back from his feelings anymore, but it was also terribly painful, because it showed how much he was hurting and that hurt you too.

“Talk to me, Billy.” You murmured, holding him tightly to make sure he knew you were there for him.

He shook with his head, and you mentally cursed his mentality of keeping everything to himself. As he kept shaking, you kept stroking his hair and drawing grounding circles on his back. You didn’t make him move until he had kept shaking, pulling him slightly away from you to check how he was, to see into his soul through his truthful eyes.

Billy had stopped crying, no more tears were coming out of his dark eyes, but he kept sobbing like a kid who had fallen while riding his bike. Your hand came to his face to cup his cheek, lovingly caressing the clear skin with your thumb.

“Stay for the night.” The whisper came out of your lips without you having to think about it, and Billy instantly nodded, looking away. He hated that you were seeing him like that.

The hand that was cupping his face fell to his hand, so you could carefully grab it and guide him to your bed. Billy joined you in the bed once you had already laid down, and it surprised you when instead of laying down next to you, he crawled towards you and found a space for himself in between your thighs, finally laying down with his head pressing against your chest. Half Billy’s weight was on you, but thanks to the way he had laid down it was definitely manageable. Stu was the one who did that, claiming the space between your thighs, while Billy usually played the role of the big spoon by your side.

“Hey, Billy,” you muttered through his infinite sobs, muffled by his head pressed against his chest. Still, you knew he was listening to you. “I love you. A lot, okay? You know that, right?”

In sync with a sob, Billy nodded his head. You didn’t need for him to say it back, not at that moment at least. But you guessed he really needed it to hear it from you, and you guessed right.

Billy’s sobs grew quieter with the time passing, but you kept holding him and playing with his head in order to distract him. You could still, from time to time, hear a muffled sob that let you know he hadn’t still cried himself to sleep. It actually took you some moments to realize he had fallen asleep when he did, but the way he breathed calmly and heavily and the silence gave it away after some minutes. Only when you were completely sure Billy wouldn’t wake up, you reached your arm out to switch the lights off again, this time ready to sleep. Before closing your eyes, you leaned in to kiss Billy’s forehead, murmuring again the words i love you, wondering if he could hear it in his sleep.

#billy loomis #billy loomis fic #billy loomis x reader #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996 #scream franchise #reader is inclusive #lu writes #lu writing #my writing #fanfiction #ao3 saw this first #please request for scream characters i love them #requests are open

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Can we see Anthony operating his phone sex business once he and Kate are together? I love that Kate didn't want him to stop. Oh, this is from like I see you 🤦🏻‍♀️

A great ask! I’ve been meaning to get around to this for a while. (For those who didn’t see the ask this came from, this was my original concept for the ending of Like I See You, but it didn’t fit with the tone of the last chapter. But it’s always been canon in my head. Also, this is very, very NSFW lol.)

It’s interesting, being on the other side of the phone.

She and Anthony had only been dating for a couple of months when Kate brought it up during a sexy shower. Of course, her timing had never been ideal, so she waited until Anthony had two fingers curled inside her to pant, “What happened to your other clients?”

Stilling his hand but not removing it, Anthony blinked at her. “I’m sorry?”

“Your other clients,” she repeated, staring into his blown pupils. “What did you tell them?”’

“Um,” he said, clearly struggling with a lack of blood flow to his brain. “When I realized I had feelings for you, I put them on hold while I figured everything out. If…you know, if you felt the same. And then I told them when we started dating that I was retiring.”

Kate put her hand over his, encouraging him to continue fingering her as she spoke. “What if you didn’t?” she asked, moaning a little when Anthony twisted his fingers inside her.

“What if I didn’t what?”

“What if you didn’t retire?” Kate wrapped her arms around him for stability as she rocked her hips against his hand, her orgasm building slowly and steadily. “I’ve been thinking about it. About…how you were there for me when I needed you. And I think we could help these women too.”

Anthony circled her clit with his thumb, grinning as she gasped and clung to him tighter. “We?”

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, digging her nails into his shoulder as the tension curled along her spine. “I want to be a part of it. With you.”

He kissed her fiercely, licking into her open mouth, and Kate shuddered as she came on his fingers, her limbs feeling tired and heavy.

Withdrawing gently, Anthony pecked her lips again. “Are you sure?”

Kate smiled, caressing his cheek. “As long as you don’t plan on falling for any of them.”

“I’m pretty sure,” he said, sounding out of breath himself, “that was a one-time thing.”

She knows the women on the other end of the line can’t see her, but Kate finds enjoyment in getting ready anyway. Pulling out a sexy lingerie set – her lingerie takes up a truly shocking amount of closet space these days – and letting her hair flow freely, a bit of eyeliner and a touch of lip gloss to finish it off. It makes her feel sensual, powerful, a feeling that she credits Anthony with helping her find again.

Kate knows what it’s like to feel stuck, to feel lost in her own skin, for the passion and pleasure to be drained out of life. All she wants is to help other women get out of the same rut.

Anthony is already on the phone with the client when Kate walks into the bedroom, and she smirks as his eyes grow dark and heated. No matter how many times she sees her like this, he acts perfectly seduced. “Kate’s here,” he says, putting the call on speaker.

“Hi, Kate!”

“Hey, Shannon.” Shannon is one of her favorite clients. In her mid-thirties, disappointed by dating, but with a great imagination and always willing to try new things. Climbing onto the bed, Kate straddles Anthony’s lap, already feeling the swell of his cock against her thigh. “What are we doing today?”

“Shannon has a threesome fantasy,” Anthony explains. “She wants to act it out with us.”

“Good choice,” Kate says, voice sultry, getting into character. On top of wanting to help her fellow women, there’s no denying that it makes sex with Anthony even more explosive. She loves the fantasy of it, the role playing and the voyeurism. “Do you want us to start? Or do you have something in mind?”

Shannon hesitates for a moment, and Kate remembers what that feels like, too. Struggling to express her desires freely, or even find the words for them. “I want you to go down on him while I sit on his face.”

“Okay, baby.” She unbuttons his trousers, shoving them down with his boxers and taking him in her hand. “He’s so hard for us.”

“Oh, fuck,” Anthony groans as she stretches her lips around him and slides down. Kate plays up the sloppy sounds of her blowjob for their other participant, fondling his balls with her hand, moaning loudly at the weight of him on her tongue. Distantly, she hears Anthony’s litany of filthy words. You’re so wet, honey. Taste so good. I know you need me, I know, just let me suck this pretty little clit and everything will be okay. Just fill you up with my fingers, can you hear Kate sucking me off? She looks so beautiful with her lips around a cock. Want you to come all over my face, come on baby, you can do it.

Kate sinks lower, letting Anthony slip into her throat, and he lets out a filthy noise in response. Shannon is whimpering, clearly on the edge, and she comes vocally to the sound of Kate eagerly choking on Anthony’s cock.

“Good girl,” Anthony soothes as Kate pulls off, taking a long sip of water to calm her raw throat. “What do you want now? Do you want my cock?”

Shannon sounds wrecked already, trying to catch her breath. “I want to hear Kate fuck you. But you can’t come until I do.”

Kate smiles wickedly. There’s a reason she likes this woman.

Straddling his lap again, Kate lowers herself down on him, moaning at the stretch even though she’s dripping wet. Leveraging herself against his chest, she starts to ride Anthony hard, bouncing on his cock as rough noises fall from her throat.

He’s already pulsing inside her, looking pained with the effort of holding back, but Shannon’s cries get sharper and Kate knows they’re all hovering at the edge of something intense.

“Anthony,” Kate whimpers, squeezing around him until he groans, long and lewd. “Be a good boy and make us come, sweetheart.”

Dropping his fingers to her clit, Anthony starts to fuck up into her with hard strokes, gritting his teeth against the tension. Kate meets each slam of his hips, keening his name as the orgasm overwhelms her. Her climax shoves Shannon over the cliff, a small scream leaving her lips.

“Now you,” she tells Anthony, running her thumb over his lip. “Want your come, want you to fill me up, come on baby-.”

His moan is filthily erotic as he erupts inside her, warmth filling her cunt and leaking back down over his shaft.

“He came so hard,” Kate says, smiling benevolently down at him as he slumps against the mattress, worn out. “It’s dripping down my thighs.”

Shannon sighs, sounding thoroughly satisfied. “Fuck, you guys are so hot.”

“It’s better with you,” she insists, picking up the phone so she can speak into the receiver. “You good for tonight, honey?”

“Very good. Next week?”

“Next week,” Kate agrees. “Good night.”

“Good night!” Anthony says from below her.

“G’night,” Shannon responds, already half asleep by the sound of it, and hangs up.

Delicately lifting off of him, Kate collapses onto the bed, huffing a laugh. “You’re a natural at this,” Anthony says, a soft, proud grin on his face.

“I like it,” she admits, honestly, rolling onto her side to place her head on his chest. “One of the many, many reasons I’m so glad I met you.”

#like i see you #bridgerton #kanthony #asks and answers #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #bridgerton fic #missing scene

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circuscountdowns · 7 months

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Hi! Wanted to start off by saying that I LOVE your cotl art its such a huge inspiration to me :D! I recently picked up drawing again and I've unfortunately been upset? envious?! of others' skills and just wanted to ask if you ever experienced this as a fellow artist and if so how do you not do that lol. Sorry for the weird question. I just thought some insight and advice from a fellow artist could helo. BUT I hope you still have a nice day and look forward to any more cotl art or anything you draw really :D!!! (also is okay if you don't answer it is a loaded question I just be in a silly goofy mood lately okay bye!)

oh wow being on the receiving end of a question like this is surreal, I’m honored my work inspires you! Thank u, you’re sweet, it’s not a loaded question at all! Here’s my long reply sorry

so unfortunately that comparing yourself to others thing doesn’t go away ever asdfgjkl. I suffer it every day, it sucks, feels bad. I’ve had industry people tell me they feel this way and they’ll have some of the most gorgeous visdev/boards/animation I’ve ever seen. Disheartening to hear, But! I’m a big believer that comparing your artworks with others is best used as a tool and not a punishment to yourself!

When looking at art you like, try to turn thoughts of, “Man I wish my stuff looked like that, my shit sucks,” to, “What is it that I like about this piece? The line art? The perspective?” Sometimes I’ll see work with thin line art and I’ll get an itch, and I’ll draw something with thin line art. It’s a conscious effort of keepin emotion out of that itch, keeping it as, “I saw art with thin lines, I want to do that. Yay I did that!” Compartmentalize it, the itch was simply to do thin line work, not to remake the piece you were inspired by. And you got a piece of art out of it, and a single piece is progress no matter how small!

If you want to compare, do it methodically! Why does my work look different (never use the words better or worse)! Oh, I see my piece doesn’t follow the rule of thirds, so the framing is different, I’ll be aware of that next time if it bothers me. Or, Oh I see they shade by hatching along with the form, I’ve just been going horizontally, I’ll try that other way!

it’s a learning curve of training yourself, like all corrective behavior.

like, I kinda have the warning feeling of dread when I’m about to compare my work with something, so before the self-deprecating thought can even start I have to think What do I Like about this?

I’m no expert at it, though. Actually getting myself to think this way is a struggle, but I find when I make Thoughtful Observations I level up. Not by a lot most times, but yknow.

and this part is just my personal experience:

Fanart and the internet can be the biggest Art skill killer sometimes. Get offline and cater to the audience that Really matters to your passion: You! I improved the most by spending 2-3 years doing doodles/comics/models for my dnd campaign ocs because I was that obsessed and I simply wanted to have it for me!

and after all that, then there’s the hardest skill of just accepting your work as is.

like, to me, my work is just scribbles. I see other artists’ stuff and go “Man they’re so good at comics and colors, man, why can’t I color?” But do I need to??? I don’t like coloring, do I need to be good at it? This isn’t a career, this is supposed to be fun! I scribble because I like it! I’m glad this persons good at coloring, I don’t need to be! Yay!

if I Want to be good at it, I’ll take the steps to get there! But if not, my scribbles are just fine :) I love black and white and values

I’ve been having that one on repeat for a while. It helps

(acceptance and denial go hand in hand btw lol they sound the same)

I wish there was a little off button for envy, but ah well! I hope that you take comfort in knowing we are all feeling it, and find joy in even the smallest little doodle you make! Have fun stay goofy!

#I wrote this in part so it might be a rambly mess.#I have a difficult relationship with art after 5 years of college for it. Cotl has been helping me find ways to love art again.#ty for liking my work!

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lady in my life.

Summary: It’s official…your fave couple is are getting hitched’.

Contents: FLUFF TO DEATH. Clueless reader. Nervous Austin. Happy friends and family. Angst if you squint. Allusions to religion.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

Warnings: I am not responsible for any stray tears or sobbing!

A/N: Hello beautiful humans! It’s me. First, I’m so sorry this took so long! I know I said last weekend but I wanted to make this perfect and rewrote it over and over until I finally stopped the madness. So two, I ask that everyone please be kind! I did my best and I know it’s not the greatest, but honey I put my soul in this lol. As always thanks for reading and sticking with me.

P.S Everyone feel free to comment and send more prompts, asks, and noodles! Much love! *hugs*

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" You're ridiculous." You grumbled out to the blonde haired man next to in the driver's seat who was laughing at your passionate outrage.

" Am not. " He shot back, " You're just too proud to admit that you might be wrong is all." He countered laughing at the scrunch in your eyebrows that you made as you glowered at him.

" Are too! I mean how could you say that! It's so..so s-o just..wrong! You're wrong, Butler." You concluded folding your arms across you chest in confidence.

" Nope I'm right. You can't beat the original, babe. It's a classic and that's my opinion. Deal with it." Austin cemented.

" Austin. Babe." You turned your head deadpanning him, " I can confidently say that me and about ninety-eight percent of the world will agree that Shrek 2 is absolutely better than Shrek 1. The end. So I don't care what you or any of the other pointy eared people of the world have to say about it because that's not a opinion, it's a fact. " You shrugged.

Smiling at how cute he thought you looked trying to be all serious Austin laughed, " Baby, is this what your going to do if we ever get married. Make fun of me to win a argument and look cute while doing it." He playfully squeezed your thigh with the hand resting on it.

You could feel your cheeks heat at the mention of the two of you married. It was something that you often pondered and had had some musings and conversations with Austin about. You already could see yourself being married but you wouldn’t lie. The thought seemed scary.

Would you really be enough for him forever?

All of a sudden feeling shy you turned your head toward the window to try and hide the gooey smile on your face that complimented the butterflies fluttering in your stomach that had made a permanent home there since you'd met your man almost two years ago.

Responding you say trying to sound light hearted, " Absolutely. Even though you may be handsome, smart, talented, kind, and equipped with certain mouth skills. I have to keep you from getting a big head one way or another. Besides this one wasn't much of a argument because like I said the clear answer is two. And even though you're wrong, you're still cute."

Austin couldn't help that he kept chuckling at you, " Whatever you say goes then I guess. Just as long as we can both agree that Lilo and Stitch is one of the best movies ever, I think we'll be fine." Austin patted your thigh.

" Well duh. I think you can tell from the fifty thousand times I’ve had us watch it that I whole heartedly agree.” You reminded him.

Nodding Austin glanced over at you with a smile on his face.

‘And I can’t wait to keep watching it with you over and over again for the rest of my life. He thought.

Eventually the two of you were exiting the car in a parking lot a block away from the Totem. Austin said there was construction being done in the surrounding area of the place so the usual parking lot and spaces were blocked.

Grabbing Austin's hand you sighed already feeling your feet begin to ache at the thought of walking the block in the new black converse shoes you'd just bought that weren't broken in yet. You were feeling cute today for some reason so when you thought of wearing them, you paired the shoes with some nice jeans and a cute blue low neck long sleeved top Austin suggested while you got ready. The two of you were stopping by The Totem for a second before heading over to a casual gathering Austin had been invited to. So you wanted to look your best.

Your hair was unusually silk pressed and flowing down your back since a couple days ago Alex had asked you to be her test dummy for a new heat protectant she wanted to try, and at the stipulation she clipped your ends you obliged.

Noticing a frown on your face he asked, “ What’s the matter? “ Shaking your hand to get your attention.

Looking up you shook your head quickly, “ Nothing.”

He raised he eyebrows while stopping you both, “ Y/N..” He asked.

You already knew that he wasn’t going to let it go you sighed, “ It’s nothing babe, honest. It’s just that I wish I would have worn better shoes. These are about to be a pain to walk in.” You huffed.

“ Well then don’t.” He stated simply back. “ Hop on.” He turned to move so you could jump on his back.

Giggling at how silly he looked you asked, “ Are you serious? “

He laughed back, “ About my baby being comfortable? Fuck yeah. Now c’mon.” He repeated.

Doing a quick look around you shrugged, “ Okay..then.” You agreed moving to grab at his shoulders.

" Alright, mama. On the count of three. One...two..THREE!" He coached.

Shrieking in glee you launched yourself onto his back where you secured your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He made sure that you were attached to him good before he continued walking with a giddy you on his back.

You used a hand to cup the side of his cheek as you pressed a multitude of kisses to the side of his face and neck. Equally as happy he moved his head to the side to return the favor to a giggling you over and over again.

And before you knew the two of you had reached the door of the ever beloved totem, but once you seen the sign through the window your gleeful expression dropped.

Closed.

Immediately Austin could feel you begin to wiggle on his back in discontent, " No! No! No! Awe. I really wanted that cookie! " You pouted. " I could have sworn you said they were open when you checked."

Pressing another kiss to your cheek Austin wrapped you tighter around him, " I know, Mama. I did too." He offered." Maybe they just closed for a second for a cleaning or something." He tried reasoning. Just as you were about to suggest that the two of you pick up a box of insomnia cookies and go home to lounge in your underwear, Austin spotted your favorite barista through the door.

" Look it's Cameron. Maybe she can come to the door and we can ask." Austin suggests.

Your eyes grew in introverted horror, " No! No! Austin don't! " You protested trying to shift your body to get him to turn around.

But it was too late he'd already began knocking. " Hey Cam! Cameron! "

" Aus...." You whined feeling yourself involuntarily cringe.

But still that didn't stop him from continuing to knock on the door and call out like a mad person until Cameron finally came to the door cracking it open.

" Hey guys what's up? " She greeted looking chipper than usual. Probably because with the shop closing so her shift was shorter today.

" Nothing much. Sorry to bother you guys. I know you look to be closed and I really hate to ask truthfully. But is there any chance by the grace of God that you may have some oatmeal chocolate cookies and dark chocolate latte mix in there on stand by...maybe." He inquired squinting his eyes.

You turned your head cringing because you couldn't imagine ever feeling this confident to do something like this, and not to mention you felt bad bothering these poor people.

Turning her head to look back toward the café Cameron looked back to the two of you nodding, " I'm sure we could find some for the best of our two customers. Plus we're just closed for a couple hours for some deep cleaning so no big. C'mon in quick before anyone else sees you guys and thinks were open."

She ushered you in with a chorus of ‘thank yous’ coming from Austin and yourself.

Once you were inside Austin gently set you down pressing a kiss to your forehead while you made a puzzled face at him.

Even though he was a lot more social than you in most aspects due to his job, Austin was still just as much of a introvert as you at heart. So you were surprised he had knocked on the door like that.

Shrugging it off you glanced around at possibly your most favorite place on earth.

It looked normal. None of the tables and chairs were put up, the bakery display was full, with treats and all the machines were still running. The only difference was that the store lights were slightly dimmed and that was really it.

They must have just closed.

Grabbing your hand Austin walked you two over to the register so he could begin placing your usual orders.

For you, a medium light ice mango passion fruit tea with a oatmeal cookie chip cookie. As for him he always got, a extra cold oat milk latte with dark chocolate syrup and a shot of expresso that was usually paired with a cherry turnover of all things. And on days like these where the two of you hadn't eaten but still wanted to make dinner at home you split a harvarti grilled cheese (your favorite).

While Cameron rang it all up he turned to you, " You know what would go great with these, babe? " He questioned bringing out his wallet.

You stared up to him, " Hmm? "

" A poem from the poem machine to read. You mind going to get one while I take care of the rest of this." He questioned with a shiny quarter appearing in his hands to you.

You smiled, " No I don't mind. But first, put this in the tip jar for me, please." You asked handing him the five dollar bill, " And second keep you're quarter, babe I got my own." You shook your cute little googly eyed change purse at him.

The Totem had a really cool thing where they had a gumball machine full of poems from artists discovered and undiscovered throughout many periods of time. When the two of you started frequenting the place more often after your first encounter it'd become fun to get them to read. Plus all the money from the machine gets donated to minority charities which is a plus.

" I know you do. But I want you to use mine, please." He countered.

You frowned, " But you alrea-" . A kiss pressed to your lips cut you off and instead willed you to comply because when he pulled away and looked you dead in the eye, and without a word you took the quarter in your hand and ventured off to come back with a gumball poem.

Once you were around out of sight, Cameron clamped a hand over her mouth to hold in the excited scream that wanted to escape as Austin blew out a big breath of air watching you disappear a bit a ways.

He could hear quiet giggles and muffled laughs coming from the storage room where some of yours and Austin's closest friends were crammed into as they waited for their signal to pop out and start up the potential engagement party or crying session in the cafe's seating.

This whole thing had been two months of planning in advance. From both you and him conveniently both having the same day completely off which wasn't the norm, to all of a sudden earlier in the week Alex and Phoebe wanting to go to the nail salon for some girl time and the hair thing, yesterday night at a dinner hang Beatrice had out of no-where started bawling crying looking at you.

And how The Totem wasn't actually closed for cleaning but rather booked out for the evening by Austin who'd instructed the close friends to get here a hour before the two of you and park sporadically in the area so you wouldn't get suspicious. The whole staff was in on it and had been in the kitchen working overtime to craft the menu Austin and the owner, Margo, had curated for later that consisted of all yours and his fave items from here. For the “casual gathering “ you were dressed for.

Earlier in your relationship during a random late night convo you’d lethargically told Austin your dream engagement scenario which included your future hubby to propose somewhere meaningful to the relationship with some kind of corny heartfelt action. You’d also joked that it’d be funny if there was like a surprise party after or something so you’d be able to skip the hassle of planning a engagement party.

And even though the two of you sleepily had this conversation a year and a half ago, Austin never forgot.

Waiting until the coast was clear Phoebe walked out with tears in her eyes as she was overcome with excitement and anticipation silently coming around the counter and handing Austin the small black box she'd been entrusted with yesterday on the sly when she came to stop by really quick. Austin didn’t wanna risk you finding it at all.

Riddled with he nerves shakily accepted it running his finger across the small black box.

Putting her hand over Austin's Phoebe whispered, " It's okay. Don't sweat it. You love her and she loves you. That's all that matters. Just remember to ease into and take your time." She encouraged. " And just keep loving my bestfriend." She advised.

Nodding Austin carefully wrapped her in a hug with a small chorus of thank yous tagged along.

When they pulled apart Phoebe motioned to the storage room door that was cracked as yours and Austin's friends stuck their heads out whisper yelling words of encouragement and thumbs up that stuck out from behind the heads. Including a Ashley who was bonding with her new-found friend Beatrice over a very hefty tissue they were both using.

Nervously laughing and rubbing the back of his neck Austin cast them one last wave of a thank you before the door closed and he moved over to bay-window table that had become you and Austin's staple spot. The food was already placed thanks to Cameron. Shooting her a thank you, clammy handed Austin rubbed them together blowing out air in nerves and anticipation while he waited for his future wife to come to the table.

Max, a staff member quietly made sure the camera hidden on a opposite table was rolling and the mic also hidden on your table was working well to feed to the speaker in the storage room so everyone could hear, then scampering back to the kitchen.

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When you made it to the poem machine you inserted the precious coin and turned the knob to produce the little plastic container. Although you did get distracted making your way back to the café by stopping to browse some books (which Austin had counted on), you'd picked up a new one by Kennedy Ryan titled Before I let go that you'd been hearing good things about.

Making your way back you found Austin at your table and took a seat.

Hearing your footsteps he quickly pulled himself together to put back on the confident and cool aura he'd been purposefully displaying today.

You can do this, just be cool.

Taking a seat you immediately thanked your man and then began to eat your delights. Austin grinned watching you moan in delight eating your goodies.

" Good? " He asked watching you wiggle and sway around happily while munching.

You nodded throwing a thumbs up.

" Good. Now, what'd you find, honey? " Austin takes a sip of his latte.

Waiting a second to finish you answered, " Oh..Um. It's that book I told that I wanted to find by that new author I recently discovered Kennedy Ryan. It's the on about the couple who's still in-love with each other after they divorced after being married for years with kids."

At the mention of the D word Austin couldn't help the choke on his coffee that happened as he set down his drink trying to catch his breath.

Immediately you reached across the table to pat his back in concern. Silently thanking you he motioned for you to sit back down much to your protest. He already felt nervous.

" I'm fine, baby. I'm alright just w-ent down the wrong pipe is all. " He reassured grabbing at your hand. Knowing you'd protest he spoke, "I'm okay really. Just while I catch my breath why don't you read the poem you got." He suggested biting the bullet as he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He knew he needed to ease into it, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep himself alive much longer.

He'd waited two years already.

That was enough.

Still not totally convinced he was okay you still popped the little sucker open and unfolded the strip of square piece of paper.

Taking one more look at him as he offered you a somber smile and nod to the paper.

You smiled not knowing that the small prints on the paper were about to change your life,

" So, it says.." You started:

" To the love of my life,

Our love will be ever thine, ever mine, ever ours for each passing minute, second, and hour until the days of our love bleed together.

Because if you'll be my wife, and take me a fool in love as your husband you shall be always be my greatest inspiration and joy in life.

This may be corny, I admit but to you my heart, mind, soul, and essence I commit for forever, always, and beyond.

Written to you will all I am.

Your hopeful future husband,

Austin."

You finished glancing over the words.

" Awe that's so sweet that someone would write that." You said out loud still not fully processing what'd you read.

With extremely observant eyes Austin continued to watch you transform like a caterpillar of cluelessness from a cocoon, to a butterfly in disbelief as you slowly went through the phases of realization.

At first you felt warmth in your heart.

But as the reality set in you felt your heart sped up a little.

O-oh SHIT!

Is this? Is he?

For longer than a minute you couldn't stop your eyes from rapidly re-reading the poem over and over again until your vision got a little blurry and you could feel the paper become wet and slick up your fingertip.

Even though your brain was still working overtime to compute what the fuck you had just read. It wasn't fully sinking in until his voice pulled you from your racing thought.

" Baby..."

Like his voice controlled the room you could see out your peripheral that the main lights had been turned down even lower so that beautifully strung string lights that decorated the place brightly at night, popped on. And the sound of Michael Jackson’s Lady in my Life began to play over the store speakers.

Slowly lifting your head while you felt the tears race each other down your face, you were met with Austin's face that was equally mixed with happiness, fear, and devotion wrapped all into one. He looked a bit flush and his cerulean eyes looked glossy with tears of his own. You watched him look to his own hand, training his view you let out a audible gasp.

And then you that's when you seen it, the small black box that he had in his hand.

He cleared his throat before starting, " Two years ago today right here in this very spot I fell in love with you and had half the mind to ask you to marry me then. And each day since I’ve found a new reason to keep falling. Your the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last person I wanna see when I go to bed. I love you. I mean every part of you. I love your kind heart, budding intelligence, fierce loyalty, those curls and coils that grow our of your head toward the sun, those delicious thighs decorated with beautiful handcrafted marks and strokes from god's paint brush." You began blushing at this part.

" I want our children to inherit that smile that has the power to brighten any room you enter. I wanna look you in those gorgeous eyes that sparkle when you talk about your goals and dreams that I'll use every ounce of my power to support and help make happen. I'll keep forcing you to take cold medicine even if it means physically holding you like infant again. And I’ll watch Twilight, Lilo and Stitch, Greys Anatomy and whatever the hell else to keep you as happy as possible. " He recalled his interesting introduction to your aversion to flu medicine.

" Since knowing you there isn't anyone else I could imagine wanting to spend the rest of my life with. Sharing good times and bad, awkward and more awkward. " He continued making you smile. " You came into my life and made me grow as a human being and then from a little seedling our relationship has grown too through the love we have. And I want it to continue to grow...only now I hope it will grow with us as husband and wife." He declares.

“ Baby, you are the lady in my life and I want you and only you to be my lady. Forever.“ He continues.

Wordlessly you watched as he got up to kneel down in front of where you sat opening up the little black box to reveal a absolutely gorgeous ring you were almost too certain was too nice for your hand.

Looking to you he inhaled before asking staring you straight into your soul,

“ So..Y/N Y/M/N Y/N, will do this poor fool in love a mercy and please marry me? “ He finished.

Still stunned you were quiet feeling as if you were stuck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

This man who could have married probably any woman on the planet was asking YOU, of all people to marry him.

YOU!

You felt worry begin to creep in. Worry that you wouldn’t be enough for him, worry that he wouldn’t always feel the same, but mostly worry that you’d screw this up.

Growing up you’d never really had a example of a healthy or stable loving marriage. So how good would you be at something you had no idea about?

That worry wanted to push you to say no and bolt out the door to go into the nearest witness protection program.

But when you looked at this man. Really looked your man, who you’d spent every minute of two years loving, and wanted to love for the rest of your life.

All the worry melted.

Because he was it. He was the man who made even your deepest fears melt, and that was the kind of man you’d always hoped and prayed to marry.

You didn’t hide the gooey and down right bright smile that formulated on your face.

Not wanting to keep an obviously sweating Austin in suspense any longer, or unknowingly a whole backroom, kitchen staff, and others on edge who were clutching their pearls while holding on to each other. You spoke.

" Does this mean on the honeymoon we get to play accidentally in love in the background and have a montage like Shrek and Fiona ...or one like twilight." You goofed smiling through tears.

Blowing out air of relief as he was sure he was about to keel over he chuckled, " Woman what am I gonna go with you." He admired laughing at the power only you possessed to make him laugh while he was having heart palpitations.

Your smile widen, " Well, first your going to put that ring on my finger, and then lift out this chair and desperately make out with me, and then we're going to plan a honeymoon montage sequence to rival all honeymoon montage sequences, because the answer is yes. A million times yes I will marry you Austin Robert Butler." You answered before jumping up and down in your chair.

Not stopping the tears from rolling down his face he says, "So bossy, “ He joked laughed.

“ Well I warned you this would happen, didn’t I.”

“ You did. And whatever you say goes.” He grinned “ That’s the rule now.”

Grabbing your hand to slid on the stunning jewelry. You didn't get too long to gaze at on your finger because like you requested Austin stood to his feet pulling you up to hoist your legs around his waist as the two of you locked yourselves in a all breath taking, passion filled, white searing kiss that you wish could have lasted forever.

But of course it didn't because you both were interrupted by the sounds of multiple cheers and woops coming from somewhere.

Confused you pulled away watching in amazement as yours and Austin's friends pooled in from the storage room as well as some entering the store through the door.

You playfully pouted at him realizing now all the things he’d done. He’d actually taken you serious and listened.

God! You loved this man!

Placing a big fat kiss to his lips. You wiggled out his embrace before you were practically tackled by sobbing friends.

For the rest of the night the party was set up before your eyes and you got to celebrate mingling with yours and Austin’s friends who some congratulated the two of you, and others started planning future baby showers and anniversary dinners.

After things got a bit overwhelming, Austin had found you and recused you to a small quiet place between bookshelves so you could make out and slow dance the night away with your...fiancée.

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