#I NEED TO PUT HIM IN A CUP. CONTAINED. CANT GET PUT IN SITUATIONS ANYMORE

[sensesdialed]

ME WHEN I REMEMBER VENOM IMPLIED TO BE IN THE NEXT MOVIE

[kimsnnn]

Part 2

Disclaimer: This post is in favor of my ship, Elriel. No hate, just an opinion. This is what makes sense to me. If this isn't your cup of tea, and it came up on your feed, no worries just skip please. 

With all this in mind Elriel to me just seems so clear.

The enemy is Koschei and Vassa is the only one to be directly linked to and affected by him so she will be the one to defeat him, plan and give us insight from the inside because she is the one who is captive. She has a personal interest in defeating him and that victory and moment is rightfully hers to own.

She will get a book. Her being a firebird means nothing? why would people assume she won't have a conscious while in that form when Rhys, Tamlin and Helion do?  Why do people believe that a story cant be developed and moved along as a firebird? Has any one ever read a werewolf book? Im soooo confused. I mean why is that a end all? Even as a firebird she can see and reveal so much, and as a person even more.

The main original characters that have a direct link to Feyre from the very beginning before Hybern, Amarantha, and ACOWAR are Nesta, Elain and Lucien. Those are the characters that make the most sense to have their own book. Not Tamlin who is of no importance to Feyre anymore. Who is of importance and who where her first family Lucien basically becoming her first brother. She is always concerned for these people. If you take a look at all of Feyre’s POV in ACOFAS its always showcasing her concern or confusion for  Her sisters, Lucien and even Mor (possible novella).  These three individuals (N&E&L) are the ones she has an original relationship with and the most history, a shaky relationship that has room to be improved on. These are the wildcards, the ones who have wronged her in some way, the ones who’s stories NEED to be told. Three different people three different stories.

If you also take a look at Rhys’ POV in order, you realize he talks to or refers to 5 people usually:

Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Tamlin & Lucien

Each of these first 5 POV also directly touches on what issues exactly are pertaining to them or could be pertaining to them if that had their own book OR how they may contribute to the whole over arching plot.

If we conclude everything from those first 5 chapters ( I'm not including the rest because its too much, and they also include these 5 characters regardless) of importance this is what we have and what each book may touch on.

1st POV: involves

-Cassian - Illyrian dissent, inequality, Nesta, queen Braiylln, training female Illyrians,

-Cassian’s role

2nd POV: involves

-Azriel-shadows/powers strength, Az’s past, confusion on shadowsinger abilities, Illyrian dissent/hate, Human queens, Hyberns people, Human lands, Vassa’s situation,

-Az’z emotions (& concealing of emotions) on : Lucien, Elain, Possibly Az’s mom and her whereabouts (Rosehall).

3rd POV:

-Tamlin/Lucien-SC and Tamlin current state and down fall, alliance with Tamlin, peace/future, Lucien’s and Tamlin’s relationship, Anger/Hate/Remorse/Defeat/Hope/Empty, Feyre

-Feyre-Tamlin, Rhys’ actions and remorse

-Jeweler(Neve)-no jewels for Feyre, Neve’s background

4th POV:

-Velaris estates along the Sidra before and after hybern,

-Mor: Rhys and mor’s relationship currently, Kier/Eris/CoN

-The CoN people occupied the Velaris estates (they left Hewn City before the division of the NC)

-Kiers upcoming visit to Velaris in Spring (the hewn city’s containment and curiosity)

-Mor’s Mother/ desire to leave the NC

-Mor’s Role

Rhys’ 1st POV which included Cassian and Cassian’s following POV/Chapter was a foreshadow to ACOSF completely. Everything touched was basically addressed in ACOSF.  Rhys basically told Mor and Cassian to assume different jobs and roles (to lessen Azriel’s world load) in their chapters which came true in ACOSF.

A bond between Elain and Lucien does not mean they will have a book. If I'm honest they remind me a little of Nesyrn and Chaol who seemed like with time something could blossom between them but in reality just weren't for one another and were better off as friends. All that connects these two is an unwanted bond, a person they both have wronged yet care about (Feyre) and an incident that resulted in Elain’s trauma. Everyone thought Elain who is literally everything to Nesta, who Nesta would have sacrificed everything for, would be more involved, yet she wasn't even present in the majority of Nesta’s book, at least not as present as we thought she would be. But she was mentioned throughout ACOSF nearly in every chapter because Elain does and has impacted Nesta’s life completely.This is something I expect to happen for Elain’s book as well. Yes Lucien will appear but perhaps the purpose of his appearance would be to get closure and fill in questions left unanswered. If ACOTAR 5 is an Elriel book and not ACOTAR 6 then her book will also serve to set up for his book with Vassa.

Feyre’s relationship with the IC is fine and any issues can be resolved in the books of the others (like for example as Love interests) or in a novella.

Cassian had a POV, the second main role in ACOSF but.. ACOSF was Nesta’s story.

The same can be said for Elriel’s book as well as Vassien’s.

And yes a male can have a book like Chaol did but in my opinion it won't be Az with Gwyn being the second main POV. It will be Lucien with Vassa who has far more ties to the IC and to the over arching plot. Vassa at least has met Feyre the main character of the whole ACOTAR world.

Hypothetically speaking lets say Az does get a book and ends up with Gwyn and the plot is about the Illyrian camp. Their story would most likely be written as a novella if anything not an actual book, there is not many ties that Gwyn has so far to the whole plot at least not yet. But getting a novella still wouldn't make sense when we have characters, who are not only closer to the plot but also provide an opportunity to get info/support to win this war, like Mor who is spending time in Vallahan, and Tamlin who’s literal court is not only in shambles but unfortunately detrimental to the success of attaining peace.

I do think Gwyn is more important to this plot then most give her credit for but I dont believe that necessarily means shes due a book or a main POV especially over Vassa. And Emerie.

Vassa who has direct link to koschei the main issue, point and villain of the plot and Emerie who has a direct link to Illyria and its backward ways in everything most importantly on its stance of women and their roles.

SJM Set Elriel to be endgame because it just makes the most sense. Not only because of their connection, moments and relationship thus far but because that's what makes the most sense with this plot. There’s no spinoff in the works.

There’s no reason for Gwyn or ANYONE for that matter to be the one to defeat koschei over Vassa, no reason to have the hugest wedge between Elucien while building a bridge for Elriel, no reason to build and hint for Mor’s leave and put emphasis on Tamlin & the SC’s dire situation.

Has anyone considered if Lucien wants to even be HL ?

Lucien’s future as a highlord comes down to if he even wants to even become the Day Court’s High lord in the first place.

Lucien thought less of humans and was indifferent to them in ACOTAR yet now has found a home and friends among them. ‘

Truthfully the BOE’s work in the same way that the IC does and the Valkyerie.

Actually scratch that the Valkyerie work exactly like the BOE’s.

Yet can anyone imagine any of the Valkyrie leaving their group or be far from each other especially if one of their member’s is their possible love interest ?

They will choose each other and they will create a future where they are all together.

I don’t see lucien who has finally found stability and friends leaving the BOE’s to play high lord at Day court unless Vassa and Jurian decide to leave with him. Which seems unlikely. The only way I see that happening is if vassien truly becomes endgame resulting in Vassa going to Day court. But where does that leave Jurian.

I believe that after the Beron and AC issues are resolved, that Eris will ascend and become HL, Lady Autumn will leave to be FINALLY with Helion to be Lady Day 😍, and Lucien can enjoy his life in the mean time with his found family, stay as an emissary and possibly prepare to be Day’s HL down the line in the future.

[demxters]

Headcanons for being Steve and Buckys BFF before they went off to war (reader is a slight Tom Boy) and the reader somehow ends up frozen with steve and eventually dates Bucky after he’s no longer the winter soldier bc she’s always had a huge crush on him?? Bonus points if Steve was always there’s to comfort her when she was worrying about Bucky in Wakanda?? You’re literally the best you have no idea

a/n: naww pls you’re the best for sending this in and ilyyy🥰

who would’ve known that you and your best boys would find each other after 70+ years

adjusting to the new century was something you didn’t think you’d ever get used to but with steve by your side it wasn’t all bad

you’d rather have steve to navigate through it all with than be alone

but that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t still aching for another

james buchanan barnes, steve’s brother, the man you loved, your best friend, the man the two of you thought you lost during the war... you longed for him

when steve told you all that had become of your best friend after seeing him in dc, you swore your heart broke into two

all you wanted to do was find him again, so that’s what steve and you set off to do

the first time you see bucky again is at the airport in berlin

climbing out of the van with wanda, scott, and clint, your heart stops in your chest at the sight of him

his hair was longer and he had more of a muscular build and a metal arm but his steel blue eyes were still as bright as ever

he was still your bucky

your body moves faster than your mind can process and you suddenly find yourself back in the arms of your best friend and first (and only) love

bucky wraps his right arm around your waist and holds you tightly against him

the action brings him back to all the times he’d hold you in his embrace after telling off some girls who were making fun of you for your boyish demeanor

they’d tease you about never being able to get a s/o because of it but bucky was able to debunk every single one of their taunts

he hated seeing you cry because of their harsh words

“any one would be lucky to call you theirs, doll. now, chin up and no more tears. i hate to see you cry.”

you pull away from bucky’s embrace to see his face stained with tears

gently cupping his face, you brush at the tears still slipping from his waterline

“shh... chin up and no more tears. i hate to see you cry, buck.”

bucky swears right then and there that if things were different, he would’ve kissed you and told you everything that he felt

but he knew he couldn’t do that to you. not after everything you have all been through and what he’s done

so he silently promised himself that if he were to make it out of this mess alive, he’d tell you everything

and surprise, surprise, he did

sending him back to cryo sleep was the hardest thing you’ve had to do since losing him the first time but you knew it was for the best

you thanked tchalla over and over again for giving bucky a chance after everything

before bucky went under, you beat him to confessing your feelings

“i’ve have loved you since we were 18, buck. (ignore my cheesy one direction reference ok) i love you so much that i would go through all this shit again if it meant having you back. and i know this probably isn’t the right time for any of this but-“

bucky cant contain himself anymore as he surges forward and kisses you with as much love and passion as his actions will allow

“i’m assuming that means you love me too?”

“i do. i do love you too.”

bucky promises you a future together once he sorts out the whole winter soldier mess and you promise him that you’ll wait for him once more

for him, you’d wait as long as he needed

steve and tchalla finally you that it’s time to put him under and you give him one last kiss

steve pulls you and bucky in for a group hug, and the feeling of being with your best friends as if it were the 1940s all over again brought tears to your eyes

steve keeps his arms around you as you watch them put bucky to sleep knowing just as much it hurt to see him gone again

tchalla lets you and steve stay a few more days in wakanda before figuring out your living situation considering you were now fugitives

the two of you talked and reminisced when the nights got rough

it was comforting to know that even back then, steve knew the two of you would get together

“i just knew. i’ve never seen bucky look at anyone like the way he looked at you. i just didn’t think it’d take over 70 years for you two to confess.”

each day that passed was just as hard, if not harder, for both you and steve

but knowing that the two of you were going through it together for bucky’s sake made things feel less like a curse and more like a blessing

bucky always had yours and steve’s backs and this time it was your turn to return the favor

even if that meant waiting for god knows how long to reunite with the love of your life once again

[shotarofalls]

Just Joking

Pairing: I.M/Changkyun (Monsta X) x Joheon (Monsta X)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,437 

Summary: I.M says something Jooheon doesnt like while they were drunk, jooheon makes sure to prove him wrong.

Warnings: Anal sex, degrading, cursing, anal fingering, Dick jerking, slight spit, non con

Changkyun's whole body freezes upon hearing Jooheon’s offer, waiting for the demons down below to drag him down to hell because fuck, his offer is hell itself.

"so?" Jooheon sets down the cold water on the coffee table, changkyun swallowing the lump on his throat, trying to grasp the situation on why the fuck was Jooheon breath fanning his neck along with his cold hand finding their way onto his damp ones, slowly intertwining them, when all he remembers is that of Jooheon offering him a ride because his drunk hyungs wont let him go around the harsh midnight streets alone changkyun paid no attention nor remark because he knows no one can win an argument with them when they're drunk since he's the only one who's only on his right mind besides changkyun that night.

"so what?" changkyun finally replies, pulling his hand back from Jooheon's hold, taking three steps backward "aren't you going home?" Jooheon scoffed at changkyuns question and draped a hand over his shoulder

"not after you insulted me, no." changkyun frowns and looks at Jooheon whos again only centimeters away from his face with confusion, hoping he'll explain further

"you're cute when you're clueless" he pinches his cheek catching changkyun off guard at the sudden half-compliment "but you're not clueless, stop pretending you don't know"

still, changkyun didn't drop his perplexed expression, irritation bubbling up inside him which made him raise an eyebrow, resulting for Jooheon to let out a long sigh "it starts with me being an inexperienced partner."

changkyun's face darkens upon the recollection of him teasing and joking about how Jooheon probably wont last through the night without his partner leaving him because he's still a whiny virgin who pretends to know what he's doing. the only reason why he got to say that was because he thought Jooheon was drunk as well, but fuck was he wrong.

he right away got on his knees "p-please" he started but Jooheon chuckles, grabbed his chin roughly and made changkyun look at him "I don't need that late apology." he glares and leans down, actions and aura screaming with dominance

"the next time you'll be kneeling down in front of me and begging will be when you're face to face with my dick. so answer my question changkyun, want me to prove you that I'm not those stuff you assumed?" Jooheon grabbed changkyun by his shoulders and made him sit on the couch while he hovers him, both hands beside changkyun, caging him in.

"n-no" changkyun stutters, almost whispering, unable to breathe due to how close they were making him feel suffocated "I swear, you'll be begging for more afterwards" changkyun's breath hitches at how Jooheon’s voice got deeper and fuck, it turned him on.

"no" now with a more firmer voice, changkyun tried to push Jooheon away but Jooheon was quicker. he got ahold of changkyun's wrist and pushed him to the side so that he was on top of him with changkyun's head on the hand rest.

Jooheon looks at him with hooded eyes, imagining all of the sinful things he could do to him, destroying his sanity and fucking him till he cant think straight anymore, not because he wants to prove him that whatever changkyun said was wrong but because he have been waiting for this time for a long time—to finally have changkyun under his touch, feeling him writhe from the pleasure he gives.

both of them stops breathing for a while, silence engulfing them before changkyun tries to get away, a signal for Jooheon to lean forward and pepper the back of changkyun's ear with soft kisses, hoping it'd calm him down

"let's see if what you said was true eh? a whiny virgin you say? weren't you describing yourself, Babyboy?" Jooheon whispers the pet name seductively before nipping the tip of changkyun's ear making him shiver at the sudden contact of teeth on his ear

"c-c'mon you know I was joking right?" changkyun whispered, focusing on Jooheon's teeth that was raking his neck, waiting for that bite and the pretty marks it'll leave that he'll probably throw a fit about but Jooheon leans back, dissatisfaction ran through his veins.

Jooheon brushes his thumb over changkyun's lower lip and chuckled "tell the truth changkyun, between us two, you're the virgin here" he palms changkyun's dick through his clothes harshly, the fabric creating enough friction for him to buck his hips for more while Jooheon leans forward, ravishing his lips right away.

panic rushed through changkyun resulting for him to push Jooheon away making the older snarl and gets back to his previous position to grab changkyun by the back of his neck and continue the deep heated kiss they were exchanging a while ago

"you're getting pretty hard down there" Jooheon smirks, tracing the outline of his hard cock on his pants before making him sit up "be a good boy for me okay?" changkyun felt powerless as he nodded, trying to calm his pounding heart and heat "go to your room" he nudged him to snap him out of his trance.

with no energy and resistance left in changkyun's system, he led Jooheon to his bedroom "this is where the real fun starts" Jooheon mumbles, closing the door and opening the lights "let's stop here" changkyun speaks up and looked at him as Jooheon approaches him, realizing that his height is starting to intimidate the younger—it made him powerless, weak, small.

Jooheon grabs him by his chin, obviously dodging changkyun's request and looks him in the eye "undress" he tugs on the younger boy's tee then bites his lower lip to contain his excitement at the flow of events

changkyun started to remove his tee with shaky hands and made sure to make it agonizingly slow, but Jooheon didn't have time to be patient that night so he grabbed the hem of his shirt and removed it himself, throwing the article of clothing somewhere on the floor.

changkyun winces when Jooheon’s cold hand came in contact with his warm torso, nipples getting hard. Jooheon smirks at this and started to pay more attention to his nipple making him clench his fist and bite his bottom lip to refrain from moaning.

Jooheon pulls back making changkyun finally breathe a sigh of relief, but no, it doesn't end there of course especially when Jooheon looked at him like his main course, a small harmless prey to his eyes. Jooheon removes his shirt and pants altogether, getting ahead "remove this" he inserts his finger on the belt hoop of his pants and tugs on it

changkyun meekly obliged and removed his pants, leaving him with his hard on visible on his fit boxers "now, we both know you're a virgin—"

"I'm not!" changkyun cuts him off with a glare "yes you are, now be a good boy and shut up already" Jooheon slaps his lips slightly and returned the glare "i'm doing you a favor here"

"you fucking ruined his mood, good job changkyun" changkyun mumbles to himself now scared more than ever when he saw the crease between Jooheon’s eyebrows because an angry Jooheon is the scariest.

but the thought of Jooheon fucking him till he cant feel his lower half anymore, pleasing him with anger, and roughness, turned changkyun on, heck, the sight of Jooheon’s neck, fingers, legs—everything turns him on now.

changkyun isn't the submissive type, but for Jooheon he will. he has to admit, from the moment Jooheon offered to drive him home, his heart did backflips and his stomach suddenly had hundreds of hurricanes inside at the happiness of spending time with Jooheon alone.

long explanation short, he's fucking head over heels with Jooheon, and oh god he never knew a day would come in where his fantasies would come true, but of course, he wouldn't risk to tell Jooheon that.

"come here" he pulls changkyun and made him sit on the floor, Jooheon following behind, legs on both sides of changkyun so that his length touched his ass

instinctively changkyun grind his ass on Jooheon’s, clearly losing his mind, feeling needy more than ever, making Jooheon moan and hold changkyun's hips down so that he would stop.

"why is this still on?" he pulls on the band of his boxers and made it slap on his skin making changkyun jump from the sudden contact "we really dont need to do this—" Jooheon, once again, ignored him and removed the boxers himself.

changkyun shivers at the loss of warmth from his boxers, goosebumps started to form on his skin "look at that" Jooheon says, fanning changkyuns nape and touches the head of his dick. but before continuing, Jooheon stands up making changkyun whine softly at the sudden loss of contact.

hyungwon stands in front of him, hand grasping on the cloth that covered his body-length mirror "what are you doing?" changkyun asks him, unsure of what he was about to do

"what do you think?" Jooheon smirks "you're a narcissist. that's what I think" changkyun started to put on his boxers again, he shouldn't show how much he wants to submit to him now. Jooheon clicked his tongue "this mirror is not for me but for you" he removes the cloth, and there changkyun saw how sweaty he is and how red his whole face were.

Jooheon got back to their previous position and tugged on his boxers "who said you can bring these up?" he asked with pure authority in his voice making changkyun shiver from fear and removed them again, not looking straight. Jooheon sees this then cups changkyun's chin so that he would be looking at the mirror "look forward" changkyun shook his head no and closed his eyes as a reply "do it"

changkyun slowly pried open his eyes then felt embarrassment upon seeing both their reflection—the position they were in and how his dick became impatient, wanting to be touched. he watched Jooheon’s mouth and how it turned to a smirk, a snicker coming out afterwards.

"you don't have to do anything, I don't want our little Maknae to get tired" Jooheon whispered, lightly tracing his length with his forefinger "but you must look there and nowhere else" he points at the mirror making changkyun swallow the lump on his throat, heart pounding fast.

Jooheon  traced the veins of his dick "look at how pretty it is" changkyun, with hooded eyes, looked at how Jooheons fingers traced and teased his dick "stay still" he whispers before wrapping his hand around it and started to pump slowly making changkyun moan softly.

just when Jooheon was starting pick up his pace and changkyun becomes a panting mess, he removes his hand on his cock making changkyun mourn at the loss "spit" Jooheon says, holding his hand below his chin

"what—" Jooheon cuts him off by biting down on changkyun's neck "just fucking do it" changkyun whimpers and does what he's told "see, that was easy right?" the older chuckles and returned his hand on the younger's dick, starting at a slow and agonizing pace, taking his time to tease and play with him

once changkyun starts to move on his own, Jooheon holds him down and picks up the pace, making changkyun moan louder than before "J-Jooheon" he whines, writhing under Jooheon’s touch, trying to move backward to escape the hand that was pumping his cock but sadly, he has nowhere to go.

Jooheon brought his free hand to changkyun's nipple and flicked it once making him jolt out of sensitivity "yes changkyun?" he flicks his nipple again, and when not given a reply, he started to pinch and toy with it making changkyun's toes curl "s-stop" changkyun throws his head back, hitting Jooheon’s shoulder

changkyun's precum and saliva helped Jooheon do his job of pleasing him easier "J-Jooheon" changkyun pants, eyes on Jooheon’s hand and his own cock "i'm close" he announces, bucking his hips forward to get him off

Jooheon stared at changkyun's reflection, listening to his sinful and pleading moans "moan for me louder" his gaze then fixed to his own, face clearly showing signs of pleasure "but don't cum yet" he says as he removes his hand on changkyun's dick.

wanting to take this further for his own pleasure, he lifted two fingers "now, suck—" before even finishing talking, changkyun removes himself from Jooheon’s chest and grabs his hand so that he could suck on hyungwon's fingers hungrily.

changkyun's actions made Jooheon moan "you slut" he snarls then there it was, something snapped inside of him making him slap changkyun's inner thigh and fixed his position so that changkyun could see his own needy hole

without warning, he inserts a finger on his hole, letting changkyun melt under his touch and lose his mind "fuck" changkyun moans when Jooheon gradually inserts the second finger, now letting him ride his hand "so needy" he inserts another finger and lets changkyun fuck himself with the fingers inside him by riding and grinding on it.

changkyun's face twisted with pleasure, mewls coming out of his mouth, saliva started to drool down his chin and beads of sweat trickled his forehead, close to cumming "fuck this" Jooheon loses it, removes his hand, and pushes changkyun slightly so that he could remove his own boxers

"i cant take it anymore" he pumps his dick, precum helping him to move his hand swiftly "see this changkyun?" he shows his dick with the help of the mirror and brought changkyun close to his navel "see it go inside" he lines his tip on changkyun's muscle, slowly inserting himself in

"it hurts, slow down" changkyun squeezes Jooheon’s wrist but Jooheon continued to push himself in "look at you" he says making changkyun look up to see his muscle swallowing Jooheon’s cock

Jooheon kisses the back of his neck, waiting for changkyun to adjust on his size, wincing on the process "shout stop if you cant take it" changkyun nods at Jooheon’s words as the pain on his lower section slowly subsided and is replaced with pleasure

Jooheon made sure that changkyun didn't feel any pain "it feels good" changkyun blurts out of nowhere, his mind blank "it should be" Jooheon smirks and picks up his pace, not holding back from showing how much he loved pounding inside changkyuns tight hole.

changkyun moaned and groaned at the overstimulation he was feeling, his bangs stuck onto his sweaty forehead, cheeks bouncing every time Jooheon thrusts forward, putting him on edge

changkyun looks at his reflection, hand painted with his own precum and Jooheon’s dick going in and out of his needy hole, producing squelching sounds which made him more aroused than he is now and tried to match Jooheon pace, and with the right timing, he did match his pace.

Jooheon was caught off guard when changkyun did so making him moan loudly "you shouldn't have done that" then pushes changkyun so that he was on all fours, face flat on the floor.

he grabs changkyun's hair so that he could still look at himself from the mirror as Jooheon started to pound inside him mercilessly again, free hand on changkyun's hips to stop him from moving.

"more, harder, faster!" changkyun begs, tears forming on the corner of his eyes "you don't get to decide" Jooheon leans and whispers to him before letting his hair go, making sure changkyun stumbles forward so his ass is high up in the air

"is this not enough?" he says each word with a powerful thrust, pushing changkyun's torso further on the ground, incoherent begs and cries coming out of his mouth "that needy?" he pulls changkyun by his arms then moves on to his sensitive nipples, sending an electric shock throughout changkyun's body

"aaahhh!" changkyun moans, cum coming out of his penis and onto the floor. he became limp and weak, body becoming heavier "who said you can cum?" Jooheon pulls changkyun more so that his changkyun's back touched his chest, thrusts not coming to a slow

changkyun gives him a groan as a reply "tsk" Jooheon clicked his tongue and wrapped his hand around his sensitive dick, pumping it with the same speed he thrusts inside changkyun "don't cum until I say so this time" he nips and kisses changkyuns neck, going over the hickeys he left earlier

Jooheon felt changkyun tighten on his dick, the younger's hand languidly pumping his own dick, presumably close to his second climax "I cant hold it in anymore" he looks at his reflection, eyes hooded, mouth agape, and hand painted with his own precum then to Jooheon’s to see his head thrown back, eyes closed, veins starting to form on his hands, and his dick going in and out of his needy hole

Jooheon removes himself from changkyun making him whimper at the sudden loss "face me" Jooheon’s voice boomed throughout the bedroom, and changkyun eagerly follows "good boy" jooheon smirks and leaned forward to kiss changkyun.

this kiss is different from the other ones they have shared a while ago, this one is passionate, full of love, and changkyun feels all of it—he felt happiness, he felt safe, he felt loved.

Jooheon’s hard slap to changkyun's ass made him moan onto the kiss and pull back, but Jooheon isnt wasting his time and quickly inserted himself inside ‘I want to see that pretty expression of yours when you cum don’t disappoint me." those were the last things Jooheon said before bringing changkyun's ass up and down fast, pounding deep inside him, making sure he feels every inch of him

and oh god changkyun did feel every inch of him deep inside and didn't hold back from releasing a loud moan “Jooheon!" he shouts then wraps his arms around his neck, his hands finding themselves in his drak hair, giving Jooheon full access to his neck

Jooheon not letting this chance go, he bit, kissed and left marks for changkyun to remember this night. he doesn't want him to forget. "changkyun" he whispers, pace not slowing down "changkyun" he now says louder, slapping his ass on the process making changkyun throw his head back with a moan

"I fucking love you changkyun do you hear me?" he whispers as he kissed changkyun's neck veins, left hand kneading his ass cheek and the other on his hip, helping changkyun ride him.

changkyun heard this and couldn't hold back his tears which slowly fell from his cheeks to Jooheon’s shoulder "I love you too" he says, snuggling on the crook of his neck, heart pounding.

Jooheon smiles while panting, his climax nearing, his thrusts and timing started to unmatch with changkyun's, getting obviously tired "I'm close" he announces to the younger "m-me too" changkyun says

Jooheon gave his last bit of energy and pushed changkyun down so that he was on top of changkyun and the latter lying down on the floor "as what I've said, i want to see your face" Jooheon pumps changkyuns dick without notice, matching his own thrusts making changkyun arch his back, hold onto Jooheon’s hand, and wrapped both his legs onto Jooheon’s waist, helping him go deep.

it takes Jooheon five powerful thrusts and three pumps before changkyun reaches his climax, thick rope of cum all over changkyun's stomach and Jooheon’s handas welll.

"my turn" he brings changkyun's legs up to his shoulder and gave three pounds before giving languid thrusts, milking himself inside changkyun's ass deep inside, moaning and panting.

they stay like that for a while before Jooheon detaches himself from changkyun and weakly gets up to clean their mess so that changkyun's job would be less burdensome

changkyun winces when he tried to sit up making Jooheon smile weakly, approach him and without saying anything, he lifted changkyun bridal style despite their contrasting figures, Jooheon is strong and made his way to the bathroom, placing him on the toilet seat as he prepared the bath.

"are you okay?" Jooheon runs his hand on changkyun’s hair making blood rush to his cheeks "I am" he gives him a small smile then looks at his feet

Jooheon was saying something but changkyun didn't hear "what was that?" Jooheon’s eyes widen and scratched the back of his neck and chuckled "i said, what I've said earlier, i mean it."

changkyun weakly stands, about to fall but thank god Jooheonwas there to catch him "I mean it too" he smiles and hugs Jooheon

"I love you" he looks up ay Jooheon, cups his cheeks and kisses him. Jooheon snakes a hand on his waist and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

"I love you the most"

[darknessismynewfriend]

I Am So Empty I'm Just Running On Fumes

I feel like I can't breath all the time

If I do anything I get reminded of him

If I look at my bed directly on

I remember him laying there as I'm about to lay next to him

If I'm already on, no matter what position I'm in, I can picture him next to me smiling

I look at the T.V I think of how we would always watch movies when he came over

I smell something I get reminded

I sometimes pass a random stranger on the street and smell one of them wearing his cologne

I know logically he's not there but I still look anyways to pinpoint the person wearing a similar cologne

I'm even tempted to go up to them and ask what they're wearing to see if it's the same one he said he wore until it discontinued

That way if it's the same he'll have another bottle and a place to buy it

Or if it's different he'll have a new cologne that smells almost the same

Then maybe when he gets back I could give it to him as a present

Even if we're just friends...

And if I never see him again...

I could have it just for me to smell occasionally when I really miss him

That's another thing

When I went to his house last I was really warm from taking the buses and walking there so I had sweat a lot and made my shirt kinda wet

Then spent the entire time either laying on his bed, cuddling him or hugging him

So inadvertently I had made my shirt smell like him because the moisture soaked up all the scent

A fact I had realized when I came home and changed having pulled the shirt over my head and immediately getting an overwhelming smell of him

Causing me to freeze then press the shirt to my nose

Yeah I know

Amazing how creepy love can make you right?

To add to that I keep the shirt in a safe place so if I actually have the courage to be reminded I can smell it again to reminisce and feel contented by it

It's funny

I didn't realize it at the time but that wasn't the only thing that got his scent on it

About 3 days later I kept smelling him all day in my house

It was driving me fucking crazy!

I couldn't figure out where the fuck it was coming from!

I was already feeling bad enough at the prospect that he didn't want to talk to me at the moment and may never again that remembering him was a difficulty, let alone smelling him everywhere I turned

At one point it got to be too much that I broke down and started to cry, putting my hand to my mouth to stifle the crying, getting the scent once again

I started to smell my hand only to end at the hair tie around my wrist

Belatedly realizing I had wore it around my wrist to his house

I stared to laugh at myself and my own stupidity

I having forgot about it and was starting to think I was going crazy and hallucinating smelling him everywhere

There are certain things I can't do anymore

I can't watch certain movies and shows

Like The Princess and The Frog or one of my favorite movies Strange Magic because those are the movies we watched when he first came over

I can't watch Inuyasha because that's what we watched when we first kissed and decided to date, being each others boyfriend and girlfriend

I can't watch Little Witch Acadamia because I was starting to get him to watch it, reluctantly mind you, but he was staring to like it

I can't watch Hot Fuzz because he was getting me to watch it

I can't watch El Dorado because we watched it when he came over for a date at my house

I can't watch Wakfu because he was trying to get me to watch that too

I can't watch Rio the movie because it reminds me of how he was born in Brazil and how much he loved it there

I'm cautious of Glitter Force and Supernatural because I was going to start getting him to watch that too but never got around to it

I can't watch Deadpool or even look at something Deadpool realated because it reminds me of he and I

I can't look at my own bed because it reminds me of him

I can't look at my drawer holding his sunglasses that he said he would get back next visit because he forgot them

Their glowing metallic yellow eyes shining up at me everytime I look down into the depths of the drawer

I can't look at nor hold the bottle that contains the spell he made for me to help my anxiety lest I want to increase it instead

I have difficulty going to the chinese food place I love at all because everytime he came over we'd get two orders of potstickers and share

I can't watch anything involving addiction, the military; specifically the Marines, anything Brazilian or voodoo or it'll remind me of him and the need to cry will rise yet again, thus I try to avoid them

I can't look at things with weddings because I'm reminded of how he said he might have to propose one day and I tried not to get my hopes up

And failed spectacularly

I can't look at couples, especially if married, whether it be young or old, I'm reminded of how much I loved being with him and wanted to marry him then grow old together

I can't look at babies or toddlers with their parents because I'm reminded of how I was already looking forward to having a baby and raising kids with him

I can't listen to This is America by Childish Bambino because it came out the day he broke up with me

I can't listen to Dua Lipa New Rules or the Cups When I'm Gone song because he sang them a handful of times

I can't listen to Ispy by KYLE or Animal by the Neon Trees because he sang them at the audition I went to with him

I Cant listen to Little Do You Know by Alex and Sierra because it fits too well with the situation and makes me slightly hopeful that the males part is true for him too

And I sure as shit can't listen to I Like Me Better by Lauv because it's our song and will overwhelm me with memories of when we first met then got together and how happy we were then immediately break down and cry

I can't take off the braclet he gave to me on my birthday because I feel anxious and scared to lose the last thing he gave to me with love

But on the same coin I can't stare at it too long or I'll start to remember that he said he put as much love as he could into it to show me how he felt which just ends up making me cry because I don't know if I'll ever see him again

My mind is my own enemy

I can't think of the good memories too long or I'll cry for what was and what I may never have again

I can't think of the bad at the very end and how besides those last two days he had never done anything to hurt me before or I'll cry

I can't look at his picture

Or watch his videos

Or I'll cry

I cry for the loss

And for missing him and wanting nothing more than for him to be here so I can hold his face in my hands, kiss him and say how much I love him

I can't look at his Tumblrs

Or his texts

Or Snapchats

Or I'll remember how happy we were and then how he blocked me

Then only reversed it because I begged

How I felt like he was just using me like a toy when I visited his house last because he was trying so hard to be detached

How I want to talk about what's wrong but fear being seen as complaining or a martyr

How I'll cry because it's been a month and I don't know if he'll send me a letter from bootcamp if at all

How I don't know if he'll text or call now that he has his phone since he posted something on Tumblr and that maybe instead he's going to ignore me the entire time which is painful to think on as well

How whenever I see something involving the Marines, addiction, anything Brazilian, or voodoo randomly I'm suddenly stuck to the spot with my throat feeling tight at the sudden reminder of him

I feel empty all the time so I attempt to distract myself

But the problem with that is that I don't want to do anything

I don't want to do chores

I don't want to go out

I don't want to talk to anyone

Even through text

I don't want to play with my dogs

I don't want to draw

I don't want to listen to music

Or watch Youtube

Or T.V

Or Netflix

I don't want to sit

Or sleep

Or eat

Or even live

All I want is him

[eastoaksdalestreet]

Chapter 5

WARNING CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES AND BAD LANGUAGE PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOUR 18+ ALSO CONTAINS SIMS3/SIMS2

Glenda Mitchell had recently moved to Albert Square upon hearing the news that her ex husband Archie had been murdered, the murderer, unbeknown to everyone, was Stacey Branning whom he raped the year before. Glenda believed that she was his wife but Peggy and her girls had thought otherwise. She had missed her girls and wanted a relationship with them but they didn't want to know, believing that she had deliberately abandoned them.

She hadn't got herself acquainted with anyone yet but she had liked the look of the male population and she was determined that she would get her hands on one of them.

As she continued cooking, she glanced at her phone and saw a text of “Danny” and sighed heavily. She did think about getting back to him but decided not too at the moment. She wanted to settle down first. She thought about Ronnie and Roxy and decided to have a word with them, she knew there was a possibility they would reject her but she was willing to take that risk.

Jackson Walsh had recently moved to Emmerdale with his mother Hazel, he had instantly made friends with both Adam Barton and Aaron Livesy, the latter whom he was secretly attracted too. Aaron had been on his mind constantly since he arrived and he wanted the opportunity to get to know him. That night while Hazel had gone to the woolpack, he dialled Aarons number.

“Hey Aaron, I was wondering if you was free this weekend.” He said, Aaron paused for a moment but then he said,

“Sure what time?” He asked and Jackson smiled to himself,

“8:00 at the cinema.”

“Ok, Ill tell Paddy to feed Clyde.”

Jackson was delighted with the result, he couldn't wait for Saturday.

Glenda walked into the Vic, sure enough Roxy and Ronnie were not happy to see her.

“What do you want?” Roxy snapped, clutching a glass of vodka, Glenda sighed heavily,

“Ive come to talk.” Glenda said and Roxy scoffed,

“Talk? Talk? Its far to late for that!” She shouted, coming from behind the bar. Glenda looked at her younger daughter,

“You walked out on us when we needed you the most! When you left our lives, you left us for good! I might not be mother of the year myself but I've been there for Amy since day one!” Roxy shouted, while Ronnie, who had returned from a workout looked on. Amy was sitting on the floor playing with her teddy while Glenda felt her temper rise,

“Do you have any idea how hurt I was when I left you, watching your dad manipulate Ronnie, take her baby away and I couldn't do anything about it! Your dad was a monster and I couldn't bare it seeing what he was doing to you both. I missed you every single day and I wanted to come back and take you both away but I couldn't!” She shouted and she walked out, bursting into tears.

Glenda continued walking up the street till she reached Emmerdale, her feet hurt her and she knew she had walked a long time but she needed to clear her head.

“You alright love?” John called out and Glenda looked up,

“Yeah Ive just been walking.” She said with a sniff and John, taking pity on her, allowed her inside. Hannah and Adam watched as Glenda walked in, wondering who she was.

Moira watched as Glenda sat beside her,

“Hello, you ok?” She asked as she saw Glenda’s tear stained face. Glenda nodded,

“Just a family argument. It will blow over soon.” Glenda said sadly as Adam gave her a cup of tea. She found that she was revelling in the sympathy that the Bartons were giving her, particularly John and Adam. When she left later that day, she decided that either man she wanted to see again.

The next day, John, who was still concerned about Glenda and her state of mind, got her address from her neighbour and decided to see if she was ok. He waited for her to come to the door and she came downstairs, she smiled when she saw him,

“Hello John.” She said and He nodded,

“Just come to see if your alright.” He said and she smiled,

“Thank you. I do feel better. Its nice to know that people care.” She said and John nodded.

“Anytime you need someone to talk too, were always here for you.” And he left and Glenda watched, grinning to herself.

Abi Branning was doing her homework on her front garden, the weather was warm and there was a festival in the square but she couldn't go because she was too young and she had school the next day. She often complained about her life as she wanted to do well but the fact her parents had split up and her sister was often causing trouble, she found it hard. She loved her family despite their faults and wished that she could make them proud, she looked out at the festival and sighed. She knew that Lauren had snuck out to attend but still hadn't said anything and had told Tanya that she was staying at a friends. As she headed back inside, she vowed to make a good go of her life.

John was attending the festival with Peter and Andy who was having a drink in the background, Moira was working late and the kids had gone to their friends. He was having a good time and felt slightly tipsy while Peter danced with pearl who was in attendance.

It was then Glenda arrived and she saw John and spoke to him,

“Hello Stranger.” She said jovially and He smiled,

“Hey you ok?” He asked and she nodded as she sipped her drink,

“I'm fine and I'm having fun!” She called out, she was already drunk.

Suddenly she pulled him towards her and kissed him and he did nothing to stop her. He was flattered by her attention but he felt bad all the same. Peter, who had watched what happened, said to Glenda,

“Listen Love hes married. Go away.” He said and Glenda walked off with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“What were you thinking?” Peter said to John who looked down. “Your supposed to be solid with Moira.” John didn't say a word and decided to head home.

Steve and Becky McDonald were in charge of the Rovers Return, Liz was away till the afternoon so they had the place to themselves and they revelled in it and there was another reason to celebrate: Amy, Steve’s daughter was going to become a McDonald. They were due to have a visit from the social worker and Becky was nervous.

“Stop fretting will ya? Youll be fine!” Steve said and Becky looked at him with fear in her eyes,

“I sure hope so, I love Amy like shes my own.” She replied and Steve rubbed her shoulder,

“Everything will all work out.” He said softly and they embraced.

The day after the drunken kiss and the realisation that Glenda had played him, John decided to pay her a visit, he was hungover and angry by her games and he stood waiting for her, she said smugly,

“Knew you couldn't stay away.”

“Listen Lady you may have other people fooled but last night you played me like a fool!” He shouted and Glenda scoffed,

“Didn't stop you putting your tongue down my throat did it!” Glenda yelled back,

“So unless you want me to tell your darling wife what happened I suggest you come clean first or I will!” She shouted and she saw the fear in Johns eyes.

“You keep away from me and my family!” John shouted and he walked away, the guilt hanging over him more than ever.

Ronnie was in the kitchen looking after Amy for Roxy who had been helping in the bookies, she was expecting to see Jack later that day, he had a surprise for her.

“You spoken to Mum?” Ronnie asked and Roxy shook her head,

“No way.” She said and Ronnie knew not to ask anymore.

Roxy picked up Amy and took her to her bedroom, jack was Amys father and Ronnie often thought why she had forgiven him for cheating on her with own sister but she loved him so much and would forgive him anything.

John was milking the cows as his mind was all over the place, he feared that Glenda would twist things and Moira would believe it was an affair. He felt sick and wished the ground would swallow him whole. The kids had gone out and he had time to think about confessing, it didn't help that Cain had threatened to tell Moira himself as he had also been at the festival that night and saw the whole thing. Just as John finished, Moira called him in,

“John can I have a word please?” She called and John stood up and headed into the house.

Moira was sitting on the sofa her arms were folded and her face was unhappy, John feared the worst,

“Glenda spoke to me today.” She said in a low voice and John nodded,

“She tells me you and her had a moment at the festival in Albert Square, did it happen John? Did you kiss her?” She asked, her voice was breaking and John slowly nodded. Moira didn't say anything for a moment then she leapt up in anger.

“How could you do this to me?! I didn't come to the festival because I was ill!! It wasn't out of spite! You and that old slapper behind my back?!” She shouted as she took deep breaths. John sighed,

“I was drunk Moira, I didn't know what I was doing, there is no one Id rather be with other than you!” John shouted back and Moira sat at the kitchen table.

“I cant believe you went behind my back and kissed another woman and I bet you would've slept with her if you had the chance.” Moira said and she felt the tears start forming in her eyes as she blinked them away, John felt ever so guilty as he went to cuddle her but she pushed him away and stood up.

“I'm going to work.” She snapped and headed out the door while John watched her go.

Billie and Whitney were in the playground near the flats, it was their special place and Whitney cherished every moment she spent with him. Billie was a nice person who although rebelled from time to time, had his heart in the right place.

“You fancy going out this weekend?” she asked as they walked in front of the block of flats and Billie sighed,

“I cant babe. I'm already out with mates, maybe another time eh?” he said as he pulled her for a kiss, Whitney kissed him back and they headed home hand in hand.

Moira was working her shift at the woolpack, there was hardly any customers and the fact that Glenda was in with Carol, whom she had recently made friends with, didn't help the situation. It was then she realised the full extent of what John and Glenda had done. She made an excuse to Diane that she wasn't well and walked out but she didn't go home.

Michelle was watching television with Ryan when the front door went, sighing heavily she paused the program and opened the door to find an upset Moira,

“Moira, whats happened? Are you ok? Moira?” Michelle asked and slowly Moira broke down and Michelle put her arm round her, Ryan headed upstairs while Kirk, who had popped in to retrieve the mobile he left behind, headed quickly out.

“John kissed another woman and nearly slept with her.” Moira sobbed and Michelle sighed heavily.

“What a bloody idiot, what did he do that for?” She asked and Moira wiped her eyes,

“He says he was drunk and that Glenda threw herself at him.”

“Oh Moira. Look you can stay here tonight and tomorrow go home and talk to him.” She said softly as Moira cried silently.

Jack Branning called the Mitchells into the living room and Ronnie was intrigued by what he was about to do. Peggy couldn't contain her excitement nor could Roxy, Phil sat with no expression,

“Ive called you all here because I have a question for a certain beautiful lady whom I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Jack announced before getting down on his knees and producing a small box from his coat pocket,

“Ronnie Mitchell will you marry me?” He asked and Ronnie and the mitchells gasped.

“Yes I will.” She said softly as Jack put the ring on her finger while the mitchells congratulated the happy couple, feeling that they were finally back on track.

Adam watched as John cleaned out the cows and felt an urge to strangle him for the upset he had caused Moira. The fact that he was avoiding her rather than talk to her was annoying and the fact that Moira was now distressed the past few days was hard for Adam to watch. “Dad why don’t you talk to Mum? She’s upset.” He said as he came over to help, John sighed heavily, the guilt was unbearable, he had made a mistake, a meaningless mistake and Moira wasn’t hearing him out. “I will talk to her when she calms down, I tried speaking to her yesterday but she pushed me away.” John said sadly, Adam rolled his eyes. When the work was done, John stood up. “I’m going for a bath, watch the barn for me.” He said and he headed to the farm, “Well that’s one way to sort your problems out. When in doubt go for a bath.” Adam mumbled sarcastically before finishing his fathers work.

Moira was milking one of the cows, the hurt that she had been feeling the past to days was still in her mind and though she wanted to move on, she kept getting unpleasant visions that she found impossible to shift. After she finished milking the cows, she decided to head up for a bath, unaware that it was already occupied.

When Moira headed up she realised that the bathroom was occupied and sighed angrily then she saw that the door was slightly open and she saw that John was in there and decided to have a sneak peak of him washing himself, she used to do it when they were younger and knew that John used to do the same to her. She watched as he ran the hot water over his chest, stomach and back and knew he washing down below and bit her lip as she watched him. He started relaxing and resting his head on edge of the bath, feeling his eyes close.

Moira slowly walked in and caressed Johns wet chest and stomach causing John to wake up and look at Moira who was smiling at him. John smiled back and realised he had been forgiven, he passionately kissed Moira and got out of the bath and began undressing her, getting her wet, he then picked her up and took her to the bedroom, he had entered her already and the pleasure that was rising between them caused them to get on the floor. John moved inside her and her moans of pleasure echoed and they felt relived that the kids were outside and couldn't hear them. Their moans of pleasure got louder as John got harder and faster before finally ejaculating and collapsing beside her, he picked her up and lay her in bed.

“I love you babe.” He whispered, “Ill never hurt you again I promise.” Moira smiled at him as she fell asleep, while John cuddled up to her and nibbled her earlobe, their love enveloping them.

Deidre Barlow was organising the return of her mother Blanche from Portugal and was enlisting the help of Liz, her best friend.

“Bet your excited to see Blanche aren't you?” Liz said with a smile and Deidre said,

“Yeah it will have done her some good, she said that she had so much to tell us, she stayed on longer because of her friend breaking her leg so hopefully things are ok now.”

Deidre watched Ken cook the hot dogs and smiled at him, pleased that he had made a huge effort for Blanche’s homecoming, Amy and Simon were playing upstairs excited to see their Nanny Blanche and hoping for presents.

However When peter went to go and collect her, she wasn't there.

“She better have a flipping good excuse!” Deidre said furiously as Ken went to call the hotel where Blanche was.

Ken was on the phone for half an hour and his face fell as he was talking to the son of Blanche’s friend and after he ended the call, he went to Deidre.

*Deidre, there is no easy way to tell you” Ken said softly, holding her hands, “Blanche is dead.”

Deidre looked dumbfounded and then the tears started running,

“What happened?” She asked

“She was found this morning having died in her sleep, shes gonna be flown home tomorrow, it appears that her friend left Portugal months ago.” Ken explained and Deidre was inconsolable as she told Peter and Leanne and Liz.

Later that afternoon after telling John and Andy about Blanche’s death, Peter came home with Leanne, Leanne was in her second trimester and couldn't wait to meet the baby, who was gonna be a girl. Leanne loved the idea she was gonna have a daughter and in light of Blanche’s death, decided to give her the middle name of Blanche.

“I cant believe shes gone, she had so much fighting spirit.” Peter said sadly while a devastated Simon went to his room. Leanne rubbed his arm,

“I know babe. She will have the best send off money can buy.” She said and she kissed him as they headed into the flat.

The funeral took place on Sunday and everyone was saddened by the loss of a woman who never had any fear and told it like it was. After the funeral, Moira and John went upstairs, Holly had gone to the cinema while Hannah and Adam were in their beds asleep.

“Poor Blanche and I feel so awful for Deidre bless her.” Moira said sadly and John rubbed her arm,

“I had to stay with Peter, particularly after the drama with Tracy. She's a nightmare.” John exclaimed as he began undressing, Moira nodded sadly as she did the same.

Peggy was upstairs in the Vic, feeling happy with the turn of events that had happened with Ronnie and Jack and was pleased that Ronnie was having some happiness after everything she had been through with Danielle's death and Archie and the misery he caused her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, it was well past closing time and she headed downstairs, hoping not to encounter a burglar. She didn't.

It was Sam, her only daughter.

Peggy was lost for words as she believed that Sam was still in prison and she was further shocked to see that Sam was heavily pregnant.

Aaron and Jackson had finished their date at the cinema and they had a good time, they enjoyed each others company and they liked each other a lot.

“I enjoyed tonight.” Aaron admitted and Jackson smiled,

“So did I.” Jackson said,

“You can come round soon and meet Paddy, My mum and Clyde the dog.” Aaron suggested and Jackson smiled,

“Great and you can meet my mum. Youll love her.” Jackson said with a laugh and Aaron nodded. They looked at each other for a few moments and they slowly leaned in on each other before locking lips tenderly, wrapping their arms around each other.

When they broke apart Jackson said goodbye and Aaron waited for Paddy to arrive, then he saw two people outside the cinema and looked at them more closely as he recognised them.

It was Holly and Billie and they were kissing each other, Aaron was shocked as he knew that Billie was seeing Whitney. Billie headed home while Holly watched him leave before she headed back into the cinema, Aaron secretly followed her and saw her head into the toilets, he looked through a gap in the door.

He was shocked when he saw her take out a small bag containing what looked like white powder, she lay some on the counter and snorted, pinching her nose while Aaron looked in Shock.

The question was...

What was he going to do???

End of Chapter.

Next time- Hollys addiction escalates causing friction for the Bartons, Leanne goes into labour and Carol makes a friend while the Mcqueens start a feud with the Mitchells.

[beautiful-bau-beau]

The Proposal Part 7

The Proposal Masterlist

(HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY TO THE GUBE OMG I LOVE HIM AND THANK GOD FOR HIM AND CRIMINAL MINDS EVERYDAY. I was rushing to post this so it might be terrible)

Contains: Angst

(only 2 more parts- technically 1 if you don't count the epilogue)

@sonnyalice: SPENCER WHAT THE HELL CASH ME THE FUCK OUTSIDE HOWBOW DAT

Anonymous: I AM SHOOK ABOUT PT 6 PLEASE RESOLVE THIS IM YELLING

Anonymous: Holy heck! Spencer no!!!! Gosh we need part 7 of the proposal asap!

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Awkward was one way to put your relationship with Spencer. Other words to fill that category was weird, lonely and depressing. You longed for him to just talked to you or...something.

Spencer was barely acknowledging your presence, and you were lucky that he was even sticking around. Why? You weren't really sure. Maybe he was still guilty about your father.

It seemed his presence was hurting you more then helping you. Your heart ached every time he walked past you, heart still fluttering whenever he accidentally touched you. At least at work he was behind the doors and you could serve without worrying that you were going to bump into him.

Your lovesick disease only seemed to get worse when Spencer announced he was going to be spending nights with /her/ and sneaking in early in case your mother came back around. Apparently you repulsed him to the core so much that he couldn't even sleep in the same area as you.

At the moment, you were staring out the window of the living room, hating yourself. More so for the fact that you looked like Bella Swan from the second twilight movie. Well, it was a close second.

"Why are you moping about? Haven't you heard I'm back?" A familiar voice made you jump, wrapping your arms around your sister's frame. "That's more like it Y/n!" She laughed, her arms sliding around to meet your back.

"I totally forgot that you were coming back this week!  I've just had so much on my mind lately!" You tried explaining.

"I bet! Wedding aren't easy to plan you know! Take it from me, I just had one... So, how are you and your fiancée?" She made her way through the house, seeming to inspect it for something.

"Uh, yeah, about that..." You started, trying to figure out how to tell her about everything without seeming like a jerk that was lying to your father and stealing your sisters spotlight.

"Let's not talk about this in here, c'mon, let's do something fun....like shopping, or drinking." She waggled her brows, shooing you to grab your purse. You forgot how eccentric your sister was. You weren't sure how much you missed that certain feature.

After what your sister like to call "Treat yourself- bride edition", she made you wear one of the outfits out of the store and wear it out. You had no idea what game she was trying to play, but you knew she was up to something. Especially when she brought you to a bar. Sure, she enjoyed a glass of wine every now and then but had said multiple times that he was not an avid enthusiast for bars. More so now then ever because she was married and guys would be trying to hit on her all night.

"Alright, answer some of my questions. How is Spencer? How are you?" She asked when the both of you were situated with your drinks. You spun your stirrer straw slowly, stumbling around on trying to form a sentence.

"Do you remember Mattie Noel?" You asked, and she nodded, eyes squinting with suspicion. "She's…tried latching her hooks onto him." You put it out there as best as you could, watching as she moved her hand in a dismissive way. "Spencer only has eyes for you, trust me. Don’t worry about that bitch." You almost laughed at how ironic that sentence was, taking a large gulp of your drink. After some more minutes of conversation, someone's phone started to ring loudly.

"Oh shoot, I think that's me." Your sister set her drink down, digging through her purse, stopping and wincing. "Y/n, I think I left my phone at your house when I came to pick you up!" Your sister slapped her face, zipping back up her purse. "What if it's (h/h/n)? It's it okay if we head back to the guest house?"

"Oh yeah, of course." You placed done your drink, standing up and pretending to dust yourself off. You weren't really feeling the scene anyways, bars never really being your thing.

The drive was filled with your sister filling you in on her honeymoon, literally, /everything// about her honeymoon, talking about future plans and trying to ask about you and Spencer. You tried avoiding most of the questions, and it seemed to work.

"Alright, let's go." You stated once you pulled up to the driveway in front of the guest house. You thought you saw a light turn off and you shook your head, thinking you must be finally losing it.

"Um. I'm not exactly sure where you left it but feel free to- AH!" You fell back into the wall as you opened the door and flipped the light switch only to be met with about 15 pairs of eyes. "What the- W-what the..." Your own orbs were wide and brows furrowed. Your sister laughed, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

"Surprise! It's your bridal shower!" She bounced excitedly, leading you over to a chair. You started to recognize your friends from back home, your mother, your sister and a few friends from the restaurant.

"This really wasn't necessary..." You mumbled, stumbling a bit. "Really. I don't deserve your gifts." You waved your friends off, cheeks pinking. If they only knew how much you really didn't deserve this.

"Here, open mine first!" Your sister thrusted a bright pink box into your lap, and you almost rolled your eyes at the obnoxious color but opened it nonetheless. Through the hours, you opened all the gifts (some more appropriate then others), drank some wine, and failed to notice your mother's quietness.

"There's still one more gift! It's from mom!" Your sister cried, bringing out the last wrapped box. Your mother's face seemed to pale and she opened her mouth to say something when your sister interrupted her. "I saw it hidden in the closet and figured you must have forgot about where you put it. It was no problem really. Now, c'mon y/n, open it up."

After taking off the bright paper and the Macy's box that your mother used for every holiday box, you were met with a book, a picture of Spencer on one knee at your sister's wedding, when you forced him to propose to you on the top. "What's this?" You softly asked, fingers rubbing Spencer's frame over the plastic covering.

"It's not that big of a deal, I was just digging through the basement and some old pictures came up. Add those with the ones I've been taking of the two of you and...." Her sentence faded out as you started flipping through the pages.

Pictures of you and Spencer as toddlers, chubby limbs wrapped up in each other. As little kids, reading or "cooking". Spencer trying to teach you how to play chess when you were 12, always losing because you believed the pawns were more important then any other piece. Rare visits to Caltech when you were both 14, both awkward and gangly. Pictures of you at Spencer's graduation and vice-versa. The pictures didn't pick back up until the wedding, a few candid shots, pictures of you both working at the restaurant and sitting on the couch when you were watching Star Wars. Lastly, the proposal once more, zoomed in on both your faces. Even though you had just shoved him on the ground exactly 2 seconds earlier, Spencer looked focused, and your fake smile looked genuine.

"I cant do this anymore." You whispered, shocking yourself when a tear landed on the scrapbook page. "I'm so sorry. You guys..." You got up, rushing out of the room, the cold air kissing your face once you escaped through the front door.

"Hon! Honey! Come back!" Your mother called after you, following you outside. "Y/n, baby, I know." You looked up at her, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

"You know? You know that this whole thing was fake?" You asked, throwing up your arms in the air. If your mother could see it, then everyone else probably knew too. God, this whole thing was so stupid. Why did the idea even pop into her head?

"I saw him making out with another girl while I was trying to book a wedding venue." Your mom explained, hand coming up to cup your cheek. Your own hand came to pinch the bridge of your nose.

"No mom, I have to be honest with you, this whole marriage was a sham. I forced Spencer to propose to me." She stepped back, head cocking to the side and brows raising. "Dad said he wished he could have two daughters married...." You explained, and your mother seemed to understand.

"Darling, he didn't mean it in this way.." She engulfed you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. "You're still in love with him aren't you? You have been since before you knew what love was." She asked and you nodded, cries beginning, thankful that they were slightly muffled.

"It's okay honey, let it all out."

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(3rd Person POV)

Overtime, your comments really started to bug Spencer. Your tone, your bitter words, kept repeating in his mind and for the millionth time he wished that he didn't have an eidetic memory. He couldn’t believe you had spoken to him that way. You had never expressed that type of rage before.

He had known you for practically his entire life and you had never steered him wrong, always being the person to try and draw him out of his shell. Always his defender, his best friend until you two had started drifting apart after you graduated and he joined the FBI. Even then, you would try to call once every month, trying to keep updated with him, his life, job, mother, etc.

Spencer usually had a good intuition about people, and Mattie seemed lovely enough, so why would Y/n tell him all those awful things about the woman he had start to care for?

"You know, Y/n told me that you used to know each other in high school. What was that like? Were you guys friends?" He tried to subtly press the subject. Mattie laughed, taking a sip of her drink and leaning her head on her hand, eyes slightly glossing over in a nostalgic manner.

"Well, I used to pick on her." She shrugged, taking a bite of her food like what she had just said was nothing. "I mean, she deserved right?" Spencer was in the middle of picking up his glass to take a sip when he stopped at her remark.

"What do you mean by that?" Mattie seemed confused that she was even asked a question like that but out of the corner of her mind, she remembered that someone like him didn't attend their high school.

"She was like a blister, ugly to look at, you know. She always had to let everyone know how she was smarter then everyone else. She didn't let me cheat or anything and... well, just annoying really. She hasn't changed much since high school." Spencer seemed to stare at her for what felt like an eternity.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Mattie's brows raised. "I mean, you've known her for a little while right? Isn’t she just…annoying? I mean, she asked you to marry her because she's too pathetic to find herself an actual fiancé." Spencer couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, and had to stop his jaw from dropping. It all made sense now, everything you said!

"Oh my- I actually defended you against her! I'm so stupid, I should have known Y/n would never lie to me! She never has before!" Spencer stood up, running his hands over his face angrily. "You…I can't even come up with any words to describe a snake like you!" He stormed off, already trying to work on how to fix everything he did.

"Does this mean we’re breaking up?" She screeched, and Spencer ignored her, running outside to hail a cab. He quickly dialed your number and the call ended up going straight to voicemail. A second and third time, voicemail. Either something was wrong or you were still pissed off. Yo had every right to be. Oh god, why didn’t he listen to you?!

After yelling your address to the cab driver, he dialed Morgan, quickly explaining everything that had developed recently. Being Spencer's friend, Morgan tried not to judge too harshly, but couldn’t help the exasperated sigh that escaped his mouth as he said, "Sounds like she's in love with you, you idiot. You don't even have to be a profiler to figure that one out buddy."

"Well- I- I- Uh-" Spencer stumbled a bit, his brain fried. "Spencer,' his friend scolded through the phone speaker. How do you feel about Y/n?" Morgan was met with silence and he sighed. "What I mean is…. can you be yourself around Y/n? Do you think about her when she isn’t in the room? How would you feel if she had asked someone else to be in your shoes hm?" Spencer stayed quiet for another moment.

If I'm honest, I'm more comfortable with her then anyone, even you guys. I think about her a lot, although recent thoughts weren't exactly….romantic. If she had asked someone else,' Spencer whistled lowly. "I wouldn’t have…I… I don’t like that question. She asked me, that's that." He answered, brows furrowing when he heard his friends laughter on the other end of the line.

"Then she's the one. Simple as that. "

"I…have to go. I'll talk to you later." He hung up when he saw your house approaching in the window of the cab, exiting the vehicle and throwing a random wad of cash at the driver, bolting for the guest house. He fumbled with the keys before finally opening the door.

"Y/n! Y/n!" He yelled throughout the guest house, realizing you were gone. He ran over to the main house, which was locked, and looked through all the windows like a mad man. He dialed your number 2 more times and grunted loudly when your automated voice message met his ears instead of your voice. His phone rang just before he was able to dial your number again, and he immediately answered it. "Y/n?"

"Her mother." An unamused voice greeted his ears. "Listen, before you say another word, Y/n's father is at the hospital, not that you seem to care. Hopefully I haven’t interrupted your making out sessions hm? Anyways, just figured I'd let you know since you seemed so eager to be a part of this family…" Your mother snapped, hanging up.

The hospital?

"Oh no.." He mumbled dialing for a cab, only thinking of you.

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