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"Are you fucking kidding me!" I jumped up from my comfortable position on the lounge, standing to my feet in the smallest attempt to make myself appear taller than Timothee. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"
I swallowed down the lump that rested in my throat, stuffing my hands into the pocket of my - Timothees' - jumper. He stood by the front door to our house, hair ruffled from the winds outside and an angry expression playing across his features. No, angry was not a strong enough description. He was furious.
I had been waiting for what felt like years for him to come back home, knowing full well how he would be when he walked through the front door. I had spent an hour thinking the scenario over in my head, over and over again, contemplating what I was going to say.
"Tim-"
"Don't Tim me" he spat in a mocking voice, his jaw tensing as he finally slammed the front door closed with so much force that it shook the walls of our small house.
"Look, before you start acting like a dick, I did it for you!" I yelled out in a rush, mentally slapping myself. That wasn't what I had prepared myself to say.
"What the fuck did you say?" his voice instantly quieted into a low growl, much, much scarier than his previous screaming. "Me? being a dick? You have to be fucking kidding me Y/N"
I gulped down when he started walking toward me, averting my eyes to the ground quickly.
"How could ditching me on our night out be for me?" He snapped, standing over me as I kept my eyes trained to the ground. "You just had enough so you decided to up and leave me! All by myself with dickwad and the cunt? I had to come up with some lame excuse for you!"
"Well I didn't really feel like I was exactly welcomed.." I trailed, my hands fidgeting with the inside of the fluff in my jumper.
"So than it wasn't fucking for me!" he yelled, pressing his tongue against his cheek in anger as he looked away from me.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled, barely audible to be heard as I finally looked up at Timothee.
"What did you say?" he snapped, his eyes trailing down my body, finally noticing that I was wearing his jumper, and than down to my bare legs and long socks. I noticed the anger in his eyes dissipate slightly, turning into that of another emotion.
"I said 'I'm sorry' ok!" I yelled out, completely pushing the urge to cry down. "I'm sorry that I had enough of Taneil and Jack rubbing it in my face about how happy they are and about how they're getting married and she's pregnant and how much of a shame it is that she'll be showing on her wedding day!
"I'm sorry that I got fed up with her constantly asking me when you were going to finally fucking propose to me! And there you sat, the whole fucking night just eating!" I screamed out, throwing my hands up in the air, watching as Timothees' entire features changed into a humored stare as he rested his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"So that's what this is about? You want to marry me?" he asked, eyebrow raised and a big, goofy smile playing on his lips.
"Yes! We've been together since year nine, Tim! Year fucking nine! That's seven fucking years! Yes, I want to fucking marry you! Yes, I wan't to have kids with you! Yes, I want to fucking move out of this crappy house and into one that I actually feel proud to call home! With you and your fucking children!" I all but cried out, only now noticing the tears that were streaming down my face, and the look of pure love taking residence upon Timothees' gorgeous face.
He took a step toward me, now standing even taller above me. I gulped down again, feeling his hand come to rest in the curve of my back. He lent down and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, leaving small, feather-light kisses to the skin. My eyes fluttered closed on instinct as his soft lips continued to work their way up my neck, along my jaw and to my bottom lip.
Tim led us as he walked me backwards onto the lounge, slowly letting me down and hovering himself above me as his lips continued to kiss along my jawline. His hands slipped under my shirt as he squeezed the skin of my waist. Finally his lips met my own in a soft, loving kiss. I kissed back immediately, savoring the moment and wishing for it to never end.
His lips moved back to my neck again, causing a soft moan to escape from my throat, as I tugged on the back of his hair, causing his own small moan to vibrate against my neck.
"Marry me" he whispered against my neck, hands moving further up my body from my waist.
"What?" I breathed out, my voice cracking.
"Marry me Y/N" he repeated, louder this time. He detached from my neck and now his face hovered above my own, beautiful green eyes staring into my own Y/C/E eyes. His lips were slightly puffier than before and his hair much more ruffled.
"Yes" I blurted out. I didn't care about anything else at this point. All I wanted was him. "Yes!"
His lips formed the biggest smile I had ever witnessed on Timothees' lips before he smashed his lips against my own in a much more forceful and passionate kiss.
