#I'm so so sorry but you suck and i can't take it anymore goodbye

[honeysunchild]

It really hurts when it feels like a friend you considered family gives up on you and the relationship

Like, we could have talked about it, we could have found a solution together, we were each others family remember?! But instead you chose to just give up and cut me out

[youredreamingofroo]

Goodbye? I don't think so. I hope not. A very, very long rant about storage (🙄), simblr and whatever the fuck else I go on about for a few paragraphs. Skip to the end at the gold text for a more.... "definitive" answer. Especially if you want to skip the nitty gritty and sappy wappy.

i dont know what to do anymore, I freed up 18 GBs of space it all managed to go down the drain in literally an hour, Im moving my blender things to my external HDD, because that alone is 20 GBs (because of Scene sizes), I just hate to free up the space because I dont want it to go right back down. This all sucks cuz I really really enjoy being on Simblr, but sims 4 just continues to be a nuisance, whether its actual problems or its storage problems, it just always finds a way, every year, to get me to suddenly decide that im retiring until my next bout of Sims 4 hyperfixation. I love all of you guys and I love seeing how you all enjoy my work, and what I do, and I love seeing your stuff, you all make such amazing creations, granted if I stopped playing TS4, it wouldnt mean I have to stop interacting on simblr, it just wouldnt be the same. A pattern I notice anytime I start a social media platform, is that something always finds its way into completely demotivating me from posting, whether it's just literal lack of motivation, depression, realizing a project is too vast for me, storage problems, it's always something and it's always when I finally get comfortable or happy on a platform, especially after making friends, not that im saying my friends are one of the reasons I leave, thats far from it. I REALLY dont wanna take a break from Sims 4, I really really genuinely wanna start posting my story (W.A.S), but I'm not like a Sims 4 youtuber, I can't remain dedicated to one game, I play other games, I wanna play the Witcher games (or at least try to play them, I kinda suck rn), I wanna finish Detroit become human, I want to 100% Beyond two souls (and DBH), I wanna finish Disco elysium (started and never fucking finished 💀), I want to play Baldur's Gate 3, I mean, I purchased it at full price and I can't even play the game??... 😮‍💨 You get the point. At this point I wouldn't consider this a "goodbye," note, not... necessarily? I just get so frustrated having no storage, not to mention the fact that I need storage to literally do the stuff I do, like make edits, make poses, make renders, so the fact that I can't even do that, is just like... what's the point of even having Sims 4 anymore at that point? But I don't wanna leave simblr, I don't want to stop creating. It's funny, as I write this, I continue to give myself more and more of a reason to leave, the only real thing that's stopping me is just the fact that there's so many nice people here, I know that if I stopped playing the sims 4, I'd probably move onto another game (BG3................,,,,,..) and leave tumblr, or, at least leave Simblr. Which as I (think) said before, that's sad, I'd be sad, I'd miss people like Lori (groovetrys) and Lauren (miralure), June (circusjuney), Jade (gamyrmaiden), Anna (holocene-sims), butter (buttertrait), Fae (acuar-io), Verco (vercosims) and god, so many others, and sorry to break the atmosphere suddenly, but as I'm writing this, I'm listening to "In another life," from Everything everywhere all at once and it's making this very emotional for me, so if it gets sappy I apologize.

And I guess to be... insanely honest, as much as I want to release my story (trust me, I REALLY want to), I'm slowly beginning to realize more and more how not-easy it's gonna be to make scenes, writing it is fine for me, its just setting up the scenes feels like i'm forbidden to a life of staring at a bunch of words (pose names) trying to figure out what's what, where is what, what to do, where is where, who is who, who is what, how is what, how and why, need I continue. Storytelling is so insanely important to me, I believe that despite how little I read and despite how terrible of a student I have been, and despite how poor my literature skills are, that storytelling is still so important, fuck it, poetry has been such an inspiration for me, but I don't fucking know how to write poetry?? I can barely understand poetry at times, but it's still all so beautiful to me, the concept and the fact that people use metaphors so meticulously to create an allegory for something beautiful, or traumatic or sad, like in not so berry, the concept of an ocean being alexanders "love," and cataleya drowning in it, and her realizing she's drowning in his "love," but when she wants to leave, she really wonders if she actually wants to leave, to conceptualize and create this awful relationship in the means of an ocean is so... well, not beautiful in a reality sense, but in a technical/literary sense, it's beautiful, it's expression, and THATS what im passionate about. Remember what I said about getting sappy? Yea, sorry about that. After a while, I wonder what good repeating myself does, I've said about 5 or 6 times that I don't want to leave, yet here I am, with the mouse over the uninstall button like an idiot about to press the big "DON'T TOUCH" button, perhaps it's the idea that after repeating myself over and over again, that maybe I'll make up my mind, do I do a coin flip? I never listen anyways, I always continue to flip until it lands on what I like. So... why am I still writing? To be honest, I should've stopped by now, but you can only stop a dam so much before it all comes out. I do this with my friends, when I'm sad, I pour my heart out until it's a repetitive and overcooked version of "I'm sad." I write paragraph after paragraph and I literally could've just said "I don't have storage. Considering leaving simblr," and the same message would've gotten across, and I apologize, if you're still reading this, for making such a lengthy post, but I couldn't quite help spilling a bit of water everywhere, although I guess now my little puddle of water has become a flood. I use metaphors a lot, I apologize... again.

So what does all this bullshit that I typed out mean?

I don't know. I wonder the same myself, I'm fighting a battle more fierce than the one I had with my period last week, "Do I uninstall Sims 4 so I can have more freedom, and enjoy more content? or do I continue this rigorous battle of needing storage for the sake of a tumblr page, my enjoyment for writing and other shit I do in the sims 4?" I cannot say I will take a hiatus, because I will procrastinate, and I will forget completely about posting, and tumblr in general. I do still, at the very least, want to release my Official Teaser for my story, whether it be my last post or not, and at the very least, I want to introduce you to the characters, whether it be my last post(s) or not. Not to mention the fact that I want to continue sharing about Roo even if it's not about sims 4 anymore, I mean hell, I haven't even finished off the Leo and Roo part of his timeline.

For an INCREDIBLY watered down answer on whether or not this is goodbye, I say to you, not in this moment, not definitive enough for you yeah? Well, that's the thing, I don't have a definitive answer, you could fucking tear apart this entire college essay mat-pat style, and still not have a definitive fucking answer, and that's because I don't, sorry to all the people who don't want to listen to me rant or who want a clear answer, but I just don't have one. I've been known to make impulsive and on the whim (when I'm really emotional) decisions, and this is a situation where I don't want to do that, because I care about what I have here with ya'll.

If this ends up being one of my last posts, I bid you all adieu, I love you all, and I thank you so so so much for the laughs, and for the mutual connection we may or may not have had, I do not know if I'll make any actual posts for the next few days as I consider my decision, I will float around of course and continue reblogging this and that, and commenting and liking, etc etc. There's also a chance I may wake up tomorrow and look at this and think I was just being overly emotional about this stuff, and that now I look like an idiot, which is the case 9 times out of 10.

[yourlocalsmutslut]

The high (pt.2)

pairing: Louis Tomlinson x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink

A/N: first time writing smut, so if it's shit, I'm sorry. Also it's not prof read.

The rest of the show felt like eternity. But the last song started playing. finally. Louis looks over at you with a face you've never seen. His eyes have darkened since the last time you've seen them, and you can't help but feel more turned on by it.

The song has ended and we are all saying our goodbyes to the fans. When walking off the stage you can feel Louis staring at you. Intensely. You're so worked up and Louis isn't helping one bit. All you want to do is jump on him and fuck him right here, not even caring if everyone sees. But you decide that maybe that's a bit too much. Just when you've calmed down a but Louis has the nerve to talk to you. "I can see how worked up you are. Just wait until I actually touch you, pretty girl", fuck. Now you're dripping. You have no clue how much longer you can last.

Louis sees the frustration and lust in your face and he enjoys it so much. He enjoys the way he can have you so hot and bothered by just a couple words. He can't help but smirk. And you see it. The smirk. The one that completely destroys you. shit. god, just touch me already, you think to yourself. "You're so hot when you're auroused", Louis whispers in your ear with a slutty tone. "Shut the fuck up", you reply, agitated. You're about 2 seconds from ripping his clothes off and he's not helping one bit.

Thank god you've just arrived at the hotel. finally. I can't wait t- "Hey, we're gonna hang out up in my room. Ya wanna come?" Liam interrupts your thought. Before you can process what he said Louis responds with "Nah man, I'm actually proper tired", yes. "How 'bout you, y/n?", Liam asks. "Mh, I'm exhausted, but we can hang out tomorrow !" "Alright, see you two tomorrow"

Louis and you walk to the elevator. Both of you step in and you press the number 3, indicating the 3rd floor. As soon as the door closes, Louis slams you against the elevator wall. fuck yes. "You've got me so worked up I can barely speak y/n", he says with a rushed voice. He wants you bad. Needs you. Craves you. He suddenly smashes his lips on yours. Your mouths combing. Moving in sync. Like this is how it's meant to be. You can't help but moan into the kiss when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. Roaming and exploring it like it's his property. He kisses down to your neck. Once he reaches it he sucks and bites. Marking you as his. He's an animal. "I need you in me. Please", you beg. And as soon as he was about to do something the elevator doors open.

He takes your hand and rushes to your room. The key card swipes and the door opens. And with that opens a hungry, deprived Louis. Without a second thought he pulls you to the bed. You're laying on the bed whilst he's towering over you. Kissing you. So hard. So hungry. Needy. It's everything you've ever imagined. He detaches his lips from yours. A whine slips from your mouth only making his hunger grow. "Clothes off. Now" You immediately start taking your clothes off, eager to feel him. Once you're fully naked he admires you. "God you're beautiful", making you blush. He swiftly takes his top off, allowing you to see his gorgeous body. You can't take it anymore. "please" you say with desperation. "Please what, baby?" you whine. "Use your words beautiful" this man is something else. "Please touch me. Fill me. Do anything. I just need you", you plead. "Oh, baby, I'm going to touch you everywhere" He takes his pants off. His hard dick more visible than ever.

He kisses you again. This one more passionate. Slower but just as good. He kisses your jaw, moving to your neck, down to your breasts. One he reaches your breasts he sucks your left nipple vigorously. As his tongue works on the left, his hands kneads the right. You moan at the feeling. But it's not enough. You need more. And just like he read you mind, he moves down. Right near where you need him most. He kisses your thighs. Slowly moving closer to your aching vagina. Then, without warning, he sucks on your clit. The unexpected feeling making you moan loudly. Your moans only turn Louis on more. He needs to hear it again. So he continues to work. Sucking and nipping at your clit. "Oh fuck baby. This f-feels so good", you barely manage to get the sentence out. Louis grunts. Loving the way he makes you feel. He slides his tongue across your folds. Tasting you. "You taste amazing", his words ringing in your ears. He sticks two fingers in you. The moan you let out echoing against the walls. "Fuck babe. Your pretty noises are making me so hard" You moan louder at the thought of his dick. He continues to pump his fingers in you, never slowing down. Hitting your g-spot every time his fingers thrust into you. You feel the familiar sensation in your stomach riding, indicating you're about to cum. Louis knows it by the way your pussy is clenching around his fingers. You moan out, "I'm about to come Louis" "I know, love. C'mon, give it to me." And with that you came undone. Your high hitting you. You moan and whine at the amazing sensation. Feeling so euphoric. Louis continues to pump his fingers into you, carrying you through your high.

Once you've calmed down he pulls his fingers out, making you whine. He kisses you and you're able to taste yourself on him. He using one hand to cup your face and the other to hold his body weight up. "You did so good f'me, love. Think you have another round in you?" You nod, unable to form words from his previous actions. "Good girl" He pulls his boxers down and you're finally able to see him. wow. He's bigger than you expected. Much bigger. "Take a picture, it'll last long" Louis says with a wink. Making you blush. You didn't even notice you were staring until he pointed it out. He leans over you and lines himself up with your entrance. Before he's able to enter, you cup his face and kiss him passionately. The kiss so breathtaking. He slowly slides into you making you moan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue into your mouth. Once he bottoms out he slowly pulls out and then goes back in. "Fuck. Your pussy is so tight." He grunts, the feeling making him crazy.

Once you've adjusted to his size, the slow pace is agonizing. "Faster" Louis doesn't hesitate to go faster. He thrusts into you hard and fast. "Oh god!", you scream. Both of your curses and moans fill the room. He reaches down and rubs your clit. The sensation is building up in your stomach once again. Your pussy throbs and clenches onto his dick. Louis leans down and whispers praises into your ear. "You're doing so good." "You're so fucking beautiful like this", the praises only making your pussy flutter more. He continues to thrust hard into you as he sucks onto your neck. Leaving bruises. Marking his territory. With his pace it's only a matter of seconds until you cum again. Your moans and whines becoming louder. "Hold on babe, I'm almost there", he grunts into your ear. A few deep thrusts later and he says 'Now. Cum for me darling", the minute the words leave his mouth you come undone. Louis didn't cum too long after. Both of you reaching your highs. Louis slowed down as both of you settled down. He slowly pull out and flops next to you. Both of you in a hazy state. After a minute of laying there, Louis speaks up, "God, you're beautiful" You didn't even know he was looking at you because you're so fucked out. You turn to him flustered and kiss him. This kiss was much different. It wasn't needy, it was contentment. In that moment both of you know that you never want leave each others side.

[havenwithleeknow]

An art gallery could never be as unique as you

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x y/n

Warnings: none

Tags: slight angst, fluff ending

Song: An art gallery could never be as unique as you by MRLD

"Noona hide, I saw him!" your best friend jeongin told you and you quickly hide through the clothes in the department store you're in because you both saw the person you've been avoiding for a week now, HWANG HYUNJIN.

You and Hyunjn is stuck in this situationship where you don't know if you guys are friends, more than friends or you're just being delusional and assuming things.

You're peeking at hyunjin if he left so you could go back checking all the clothes with jeongin.

"why are you avoiding him anyways?" he asked while taking the bags in my hands. "I want to end things with him because he just keeps confusing me" I answered. "What happened? It seems like he genuinely like you though" he gave me a confused look "I asked him the last time we went out what are we, he said HE DOESN'T KNOW. I asked him if he likes me but he stayed silent, so I said we need to end whatever we have because I can't settle with that kind of set up" my heart hurts just by recalling about what happened that day.

"That sucks noona, but what if he really likes you? He's just shy to admit it? Or maybe he's waiting for the right time?" There he goes again with his what ifs. "I don't know, Jeongin. If he likes me or not, then he better tell me so I'm not confused. I keep thinking about it every night, are we friends? But he kissed me! Friends don't kiss!" I sighed and he shook his head

"Noona, I got tickets for us for the art gallery next week!" He showed me two tickets but I feel lazy to go so I refused "Noona please go with me! I'll cry if you won't go" he made that sad face which he knows has effects on me. "Fine!" He went giddy until we reached my apartment and bid me goodbye.

I checked my phone and saw that Hyunjin left messages

'Let's talk pls'

'You need to hear this'

'I miss you'

'Answer my calls please'

'I wanna see you'

I ignored his texts and went to bed. I'm sorry Hyunjin, I like you so much but I don't think I can settle in an unlabeled situationship with you anymore.

.

I am already preparing for Jeongin and I's agenda for today ㅡ the art gallery.

"Noona, you look dull. Go change and put on more make up!" He pushed me back to my apartment to change.

I wanna smack the shit out of this kid, I swear to God.

After I did everything Jeongin said, I came out of my apartment and he's looking at me while smiling ear to ear.

We're here already and it's a little crowded but not so much, just enough for you to wander.

At the end of the hall, there are paintings that caught my attention. The girl on the paintings seems familiar.

Is that me?!

Jeongin saw me and he pushed me towards it, "Go, noona! That's you! Go and see it for yourself, this is why I forced you to come here. You need to see this!" he said while jumping a little out of excitement.

I walked towards it and there's a note at the side

Dear: Y/N

If you ever attend today, I just want to let you know that these pieces are solely dedicated for you. I treasured everything that we had. I hope you don't misunderstand, I like you a lot. I just can't confess because i'm waiting for this right time where I can show you my artworks. Can I be your boyfriend?

Love, Hwang Hyunjin.

While reading the letter, I did not realize that I am tearing up already. "It looks like you liked it, don't you?" a familiar voice behind me said and I turn around and it's Hyunjin. He's holding another painting and gave it to me. "Giving you actual flowers would be cliché so I painted you one" he said. "H-hyun... this is... pretty" I said still sniffing and tearing up. I was so overwhelmed. "I like you, y/n. I hope you give me a chance to prove it to you" he said not minding the crowd around us who have their own worlds. "Yes, yes Hyunjin" I cried more and hugged him. "I'm sorry for not talking to you, I was just really confused." I apologized and I can feel him smiled "It's alright, I understand" we broke the hug and he caressed my cheeks while looking at my eyes. His lips met mine, our lips collided and moved in sync. I put my hands over his shoulders and his hands on my waist, we ignored the world and the people around us.

After we broke the kiss, our foreheads sticks to each other while smiling and said this

"An art gallery could never be unique as you, my pretty"

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Thank you for calling...

Chapter 5: "Please help..."

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Chapter summary: When you come back Wednesday to work you didn't expect the chaos that awaited for you

Cw: Angst, crying, Eddie is depressed, more technical terms, screaming, people being assholes

You woke up early the next day, dressing up with whatever you found and going to work, when you got there your co workers were waiting for you

"Did someone die?"

"Almost..." Luke said

"Your customer called all day yesterday, he seems to have issues"

"Oh shit"

You waited until it was 7 am, clocked in and got ready, waiting for him to call again, your heart was a knot, was he okay? Is he okay? Was he robbed? Did something bad happen?

All your doubts were answered at 7:08 am

Edward Munson High Risk Authenticated

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who do I have the pleasure of assisting today?"

You heard nothing, then a sniffle? Is he crying?

"Hello?"

"Eddie? Are you okay?" You broke character when you heard his broken voice

"S-sweetheart" he said

Your eyes watered, you never heard him like this, he must be so sad

"W-what can I help you with?" Your voice trembled

"Y/n I-" he sobbed "I got robbed, someone emptied my account, I had 450 dollars saved for food and stuff and they're gone!"

You went into his account and saw it all

-356.90 Apple.com

-5.46 Amazon.com

-222.87 Uber

Available Balance -585.23

"Oh gosh, Eddie it's okay we'll fix this okay?"

"How will you fix this?! I was robbed! I don't use Apple, I don't even have an iPhone! I never buy shit from the internet and I have my own van so I don't use Uber! Y/n I'm fucked! I'm so fucked!"

"Eddie it's okay let's calm down and breathe okay? Breathe with me, inhale and exhale"

He did as you told him to and calmed down a little, he was still crying but now he wasn't yelling anymore

"I'm sorry for screaming at you" he said sobbing "But I really needed that money"

"I know Eddie, trust me I understand you, so I'm gonna help you okay? Now I need to contact disputes so they can file a claim on this, and your money will be back okay?"

"Really?" He had hope in his voice

"Yes, really"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, nos stay on the line for me, I'll be right back"

You placed him on hold and called disputes

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Michelle, how can I help you?"

"Hi this is Y/n from Hawkins"

"Oh hi Y/n, how are you?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"I'm doing great, what is your employee number?"

"It's xxxxxx"

"Last name?"

Y/l/n"

"Supervisor please"

"Joseph Quentin"

"Thank you, and how can I help?"

"My customer has transactions he doesn't recognize"

"I'll be more than glad to help, what's his social?"

"xxxxxxxxx, his name is Edward Munson, likes to be called Eddie only"

"Great, thanks, one moment"

You heard her typing on her computer and then she spoke again

"Which ones are they?"

"Apple, Amazon and Uber"

"I see them, you can put him through I'll be more than happy to help"

"Thanks"

You put all of you in conference and you heard him son again

"Hey Eddie, thanks for waiting in the line, I'm here with Michelle she'll take over the call and give you further assistance, thank you for being a valued-"

"Wait you're leaving?"

"Yes I'm sorry but she has to do her job and so do I-"

"Please don't go Y/n I can't-"

"Alright I'll take it from here, thank you Y/n you can leave now"

You huffed quietly

"Goodbye Eddie"

"No, no-"

You hung up the call leaving them alone, you couldn't stay on that call even if he begged you to, it's the rules

You sat back, placed yourself on After Call Work and cried a little

"Hey, hey, hey what's wrong?" Randall, one of the floor support people came to you "Are you okay?"

You shook your head "N-no..."

"Come on, let's go"

He logged you off and took you out to talk

Let's just say the day sucked...

~•~

A/n: I couldn't help myself so yes more angst! Eddie will be okay don't worry! Thanks for all the love <3

Taglist: @bbyhargrove @mystars123 @tiannamortis @kjaxm @eddiethesexy @kickstart-myheart-sixx @aftermidnightwriting @bratckerman

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 24

"I've got a head full of chemicals, mouth full of ridicule" / Goodbye Note / Neglect / "I thought they were with you."

I struggled so much on todays story, I've written three stories for today and did not like two of them, so I really hope three is the charm. I'm going with a comfort Whump again. Big shock, I know.

Contains 🤬 Swearing

Whumper rushed out of the house, clutching the goodbye note Whumpee had left.

"That freaken idiot, we are under a major storm watch, and they decide to pull this crap", Whumper looked at the note again, "Whumpee, you are so in trouble when I find you."

Whumper drove like a mad man trying to find Whumpee. The storm was clearly coming in now, faster than the news said it would. This definitely wasn't a watch anymore.

"Why am I doing this?", Whumper complained to themself, "I should just go home and let them suffer out here."

A huge branch fell beside Whumper's car as they drove past.

"I need to be careful out here", Whumper sighed.

Whumper realized Whumpee may be in one spot they hadn't checked yet.

"Cemetery", they quickly turned a corner, "they have to be visiting their parent's grave, they've asked a few times if they could go."

Whumper pulled into the cemetery as the rain started pouring down.

They opened their window, "WHUMPEE", they yelled.

A head popped up from behind a grave stone.

"Whumpee, get your fucking ass in this fucking car", Whumper screamed, "are you a fucking idiot."

Whumpee rushed to the car and got in.

The car ride home was uncomfortably quiet, except for Whumpee's tearful sniffles

Whumper followed Whumpee into the house.

"Go get dried off and changed, meet me in the living room. We need to talk about your actions", Whumper stated soberly.

Whumpee whimpered but nodded, then went to do as they were told.

They came down to the living room and knelt on the floor. They weren't really sure if they had permission to sit on the furniture at this time.

Whumper came in, holding a bottle of water and offered it to Whumpee.

"I had to go get supplies because of this storm, and I come back to you being gone", Whumper sat on the couch and watched Whumpee suck down the water, "what were you thinking?"

Whumpee looked down at the floor, they new if they started talking, they would cry.

Whumper frowned, "you have to answer me, I want to know what you were thinking to have done something so fucking dumb, you knew this storm was coming."

Whumpee finally looked up at them, "stop swearing at me", they yelled as warm tears streamed down their face, "you promised me you would take me to visit my parent's grave for three weeks now. I wanted to go, I wanted to leave them flowers, but I couldn't. I can't do anything without you now, and that's not fucking fair?"

Whumper looked at them in shock.

"I knew this storm was starting, but I thought I had more time. I just wanted to see my parents", their voice cracked, as tears dropped from their chin.

Whumper looked down, realizing they had definitely been asking for this one thing for a long time. Whumper kept putting it off.

Whumpee's angry sobs pulled their attention back.

"Okay, let's take a deep breath", Whumper started, "let's restart, can we restart?"

Whumpee took a breath and nodded. They shook with anger and resentment toward Whumper.

"Okay, are you okay? That should have been my first question. Did you get hurt at all from the storm?", Whumper started.

"No", Whumpee stated, "I'm fine."

"Okay good", Whumper smiled weakly, "I got a little shaken up driving around looking for you, especially when a branch almost fell on my car", Whumper looked down, "I said some very mean things to you while I was mad and scared, and you did not deserve that. I am sorry for my swearing and anger."

Whumpee looked down, "I was scared to, I didn't know the storm was going to start that fast."

"Yes, the news got it wrong... again", Whumper sighed, glad Whumpee was communicating.

"I am also sorry for failing to take you to see your parents, I don't have any excuses besides that being put off by other things", Whumper looked outside, "I know thats the one thing you asked for, and I failed. How about this weekend, if we are able to, you can go pick some flowers out. We will stop by the cemetery and visit them."

"I would like that", Whumpee finally took another deep breath, "I'm sorry for leaving the house, and for you having to drive in the storm."

"It's okay", Whumper felt relieved, Whumpee may have been forced into Whumper's care, and Whumper wasn't much interested in taking care of them, they knew they screwed up big time.

"Let's get dinner ready, I'll go back over some of your rules, and see if we can set different boundaries that may give you a bit more freedom", Whumper stood, "does that sound fair?"

Whumpee nodded.

"Okay", Whumper led them into the kitchen, "let's get dinner going. Will you help me?"

"Yes."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

[sunnyie-eve]

19 | Need Time

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2097

Warnings: light angst, broken heart, playful Rafe

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Getting back to OBX, they drop Sarah off at John B's place while the others get off the boat somewhere else walking Kie home first. Kiara's and JJ's goodbye was awkward and everyone noticed.

Pope and Cleo head off their way and Callie and JJ walk the same way. "Why didn't you tell me?" Callie stops walking to ask JJ.

He turns around to face her, "Tell you what?"

"Don't." Callie starts to cry, "Don't play dumb with me, JJ. Were you really going to kiss Kiara?" JJ sighs realizing Pope told her. "You said to my face, It's hard to keep things from you. How could anyone lie to that face of yours? As you lie to it." Callie raises her voice hurting, "Did you want to kiss her?"

"I love you Callie."

"That's not what I asked you, Maybank." She cries more.

"Nothing happened."

"That's still ignoring my question!" She raises her voice, "Did you want to kiss her?" She voice cracks more but he says nothing, "Because you liked her... I knew you did when I first moved back. It was obvious. You never got over her?"

"I did like her but not anymore." JJ walks closer to Callie so she steps back.

"You were going to kiss her while I was below deck. And she was going to kiss you too. Pope said he heard you say, sorry and you can't." She wipes her tears away, "Anytime Rafe tried anything when I was with you... I didn't say I can't. I said, I'm with JJ and I'm happy." JJ looks down at the ground knowing he screwed up. Callie steps forward grabbing his hand placing his necklace in it, "I get nothing actually happened but you both wanted it. I need some time." Callie cries walking home leaving him to cry by himself before heading home as well.

When Callie gets home she walks in, "Will for the last fucking ti-," Tess walks into view stopping seeing Callie standing there.

Callie starts to cry more rushing over to her aunt, who wraps her arms around her crying, "You're okay. Thank god you're okay. I was so worried about you." Tess cries rubbing Callie's back, "Where have you been?"

"Stranded on an island." Callie cries as Tess hugs her tighter, "Where's mom?"

"She left again. Said she's a better mom that way. But you're father is trying to get rights over you because apparently I'm not fit when you go missing." Tess wipes Callie's tears away.

"How could anyone agree to that with his record?"

"I don't know. Where's JJ?" Tess asks making Callie tear up more.

"Went home. I broke up with him because he and Kie almost kissed. Pope saw and told me when JJ didn't. Told him I need some time." She explains.

Tess shakes her head, "Would you take him back? That's your soulmate, Callie."

"Soulmate?" She laughs, "I need time... Right now, I just want to shower and stay home." Callie says so Tess walks her upstairs.

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JJ was home alone messing with his bike when Kie showed up, "Hey, what's with the sign?" She walks up to him.

"Eviction notice. For, like, nonpayment or whatever. Doesn't matter. This place sucks anyway. Great to be back in the Outer Banks, right?" JJ huffs.

"Why aren't you at Callie's?" She asks him, "Why do you have your necklace back? Thought that was her wedding ring?" Kie notices it.

"Because I hurt her." JJ's voice cracks, "She broke up with me because of what happened between you and me. Pope told her what he saw and she's upset I didn't tell her. I had to hear her cry to me that part of me still has a thing for you. That I just said I can't when she tells Rafe, she's with me and happy." JJ looks over at Kie, "I messed up, Kie. I lost the only thing I care about because of whatever happened on the stupid boat and our talks before that. What happened is weird. It shouldn't have happened."

"It was weird... I know you were with Callie and I'm a terrible friend. But deep down I wanted something to happen. I fell for you being stuck on the island and I know it's bad." Kie explains to him, "I've always deep down had feelings for you."

JJ shakes his head, "Yeah, I liked you but she's was my everything and I don't have that anymore. I don't have parents, and I don't have a house. I don't have shit!" JJ raises his voice pissed off at himself, "No Morgan stays with a Maybank..." JJ says to himself, "I did this to myself." JJ gets on his bike leaving Kie there.

Kie heads over to Callie's house to talk to her about everything. As Kiara knocks on the door Tess opens it giving her a disappointed look, "I just want to talk to her." Kiara sighs.

"She's in her room. I don't know if she's in the mood." Tess lets her in and Kie head upstairs to Callie's room to see her door slightly open.

"Can we talk?" Kie pushes the door open making Callie look over at her.

"It's a little late to tell me. Pope was the good friend." Callie holds her pillow closer to her chest.

"I know it was wrong that something could have happened but nothing did and I'm sorry." Kiara walks into the room.

"You wanted something to happen and you have feelings for him. I can tell." Callie doesn't look at her.

"You broke his heart leaving him."

"He broke mine first and you helped!" Callie snaps before calming down, "I just want to be alone, Kie. I get it, I do. I mean it's JJ." Callie sighs so Kie leaves.

Tess walks into Callie's room giving her a supportive smile, "Wanna go take your mind off of things? Get someone to eat? Drink some?"

"Drink? Can you buy me alcohol,"

"That was the plan." Tess smiles so Callie smiles.

"Let me get change." Callie jumps up so Tess leaves the room while Callie gets dressed. She put on some black high waist cut off denim shorts with a baby blue tie mesh halter top and black converse.

They go off to a little place where they wouldn't run into anyone but as they walk in Barry sees Callie, "Pogue Princess, welcome back home." He walks up to her and her aunt as they take a seat.

"I just want to relax with my aunt, Barry " Callie looks up at him from her seat as her aunt goes to get them drinks.

"I'm just welcoming you back, girl. Nothing else. You've talked to Rafe?" He asks her.

"Before stealing his boat in another country, yeah. Why do you ask? I don't know where he is now." She tells him.

"Just asking. Last I talked to him I was responsible for him getting arrested."

"Wait, you were the one that ratted him out? Something Ward did to you I'm guessing." Callie tells him.

"You know your stuff, Cal."

"I know a lot of things. Now excuse me." Callie smiles so Barry leaves as her aunt comes back.

"Becoming friends with drug dealers now?" Tess jokes.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Callie drinks her beer.

Once again after sitting around and drinking, Tess has to use the bathroom again because her middle aged bladder couldn't hold it.

"Look who it is! Look at the Country Club walking in!" Barry shouts making Callie look to see Rafe walk in. She hides her face making sure he doesn't see her.

She was within hearing distance of what he and Barry were talking about and it was about stealing the cross because Ward wanted to take it from Rafe.

"Also your Pogue Princess is right there." Barry points out Callie as he leaves making Callie give up.

"Fuck you, Barry!" She flips him off.

"Well, well, well." Rafe looks over at her so she gets up going over taking Barry's old spot.

"Yeah, I made it home." She gives him a smile, "Thanks to your boat, of course."

"I'm not forgiving you for that."

"It's okay, I don't forgive you for a lot of shit either. I mean ours are very different things though." She props her elbows on the table resting her chin in her hands.

Automatically Rafe notices she wasn't wearing JJ's necklace at the moment, "The necklace break?" He motions to her making her sassy energy disappear in a blink of an eye.

"No, it didn't break..." She moves her hands to look down at them telling herself to keep it together, "I actually really don't want to talk about it but I gave it back to him." Callie's voice cracks.

"Callie..." Rafe says so she looks up at him with glassy eyes. Rafe stands up grabs her arm walking them out onto the dock outside, "What did he do?" Rafe asks her as she looks down trying her best to hold back the tears. "Callie, what did JJ do for you to break up with him?" He asks again causing her to let the tears fall but still doesn't look at him. "How did he hurt you?" Rafe picks her head up so she will look at him.

"He and Kie almost kissed but Pope interrupted them before anything happened. JJ nor Kie told me but Pope let me know. They both wanted it to happen but JJ kept saying he loves me so I told him I need time." Callie breaks down again.

Rafe reaches out placing his hand on the back of her head pulling her into his chest cradling her head as she sobs into him, "Out of all people I didn't expect him to be like that." Callie snakes her arms around his waist.

"I didn't either." He rests his chin on top of her head.

Tess walks back in not to see Callie at the table so she looks around to see her outside with some guy that wasn't any of the Pogues. She walks closer to their table to see that the guy was Rafe, "Huh..." Tess takes a seat watching the two outside.

"You run out of tears yet?" Rafe plays with Callie's hair as he still holds her head to him.

"I'm sure I can produce more if I try." Callie steps out of his touch. "Thank you for that. I really needed that." Callie gives him a genuine smile.

"I could tell."

"We aren't supposed to be getting along like this. I mean I help steal your boat." Callie tries to change the mood.

"That's right." Rafe picks her up making her squeal as he throws her into the water. "Payback!" He laughs as she comes up.

"I wasn't even the one to push you. Nor did I know she was going to do that to you!" She swims to get out of the water. Callie reached up for Rafe's hand so he reaches to help pull her out of the water but she pulls him into the water. "Payback now."

"I hate you." They both get out of the water.

"Callie." Tess walks out looking at the two with a slight smirk.

"Hello, Tess." Rafe gives her a wave and smiles.

"Rafe." She nods her head at him. "Ready to head back home?" Tess asks.

"Yeah, I'm soaking wet as you can see."

"I can see that." Tess chuckles.

"Bye asshole." Callie walks towards her aunt.

"Bye, princess."

The entire way home Tess was asking questions about Callie and her relationship with Rafe so Callie explained literally everything except the Joey part. Pulling up to the house Callie sees JJ sitting outside.

"I understand you want time to yourself but I'm here on Pogue business." JJ calmly explains.

Tess gives Callie a look so she nods her head. As Tess walks towards the house she stops to pull JJ into a hug, "I'm glad you are okay too. I was worried about all of y'all. Glad to have y'all back home." Tess tells him then goes inside leaving the two alone.

"What's the Pogue business?"

"Rafe's back on the island. Sarah saw him but get this. The cross is coming to Wilmington tomorrow night so we're back in the game. We can steal the cross back." Rafe explains to her.

"That's only if Barry doesn't get to it first." Callie says confusing him. "I know Rafe is back, I just saw and talked to him. I was eavesdropping on his and Barry's conversation. Rafe wants Barry to steal it so they can sell the cross. 50/50."

"You talked to Rafe?"

"Kinda why I'm wet... payback for Kie pushing him overboard so he threw me into the water." Callie laughs.

"So we're coming up with a plan to get it back?"

"Yeah." Callie nods her head ready to go inside now.

"Callie." JJ sighs.

"JJ, we're Pogues for life that's never going to change. We're good that way but I'm hurt and a few hours isn't enough time." She explains walking towards the door.

"I completely understand. I did this to us. See you tomorrow for our heist?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, J." Callie heads inside while JJ rides off.

[synthwizardromance]

Life is just tragic you know? It hurts. It hurts to be alive.

And I don't mean in a doom and gloom way. It can be beautiful. It can be like a fantasy story. Your loved one sacrifices herself to save you and the world. And they get a narratively appropriate amount of time to say "I love you" or "goodbye" or "thank you for knowing me" before she dissolves into golden light and your crying and holding onto a scrap of clothes.

And it's beautiful and complicated, but it's still tragic. I'm sobbing at the house we used to have. One I don't even have keys for anymore

It's sad. It's not fair. It sucks. It Hurts. You can't really get past that.

And of course you have to live. You have to eat and talk and take your antipsychotics that don't work and go to your stupid fucking aa meetings so you don't drink yourself to death.

You have to cause there's no other option

You have to cry and you have to live. And you have to die someday too. You have to pick who to say "goodbye" or "I love you" or "I'm so fucking thankful I got to know you, I'm so sorry it had to end please be happy" to

And it's just tragic. And it just hurts

[askthechronoverse]

Chapter Six: What is Real?

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"Please, keep moving!" Her advisor started to sound even more frantic. "You need to listen to me!"

The three ran through the streets, the world in total ruins. Puppycorn was in tears and it was taking all Unikitty's strength to not cry as well. She looked at the back of her advisor, his psychic grip on her paw tightening.

"Will Hawkodile join us, Rick?" Unikitty's voice was watery, trying to remain hopeful about her bodyguard.

"I know you are concerned, princess, but you need to focus on getting to the castle. I know Doctor Fox had at least one spaceship built at all times. We can take her ship and try to get past the asteroid belt." Unikitty wasn't sure if Richard was talking to her or to himself. Did it matter? Should it matter?

The sounds of her people falling prey to the holes was deafening. Some fought back. Some pleaded and bargained to a higher power for an end. Even Hawkodile and his long-time rival Eaglator were working together to buy the people more time to escape. But she watched as even they fell to the holes, two found brothers facing certain doom together as a larger hole seemed to suck them in. Eaglator looked like he was being pulled apart as he tried to buy Hawkodile more time to get out of the hole, but they both soon vanished into the inky darkness.

"Stop looking back, Princess Unikitty! I can't protect you if you keep looking back!" Richard's voice was a muddy blend of fear, worry, and comforting, which caused it to achieve none of these emotions.

The cat rolled out of bed, slowly heading through the castle until she bumped into Puppycorn in the foyer. He was playing a video game, but he paused it once she walked in.

"Have you seen RJ? He's not at his cabin." The little dog looked so worried, Unikitty thought her heart was going to rip in two. Why did the puppy look so worried when he couldn’t find his friends?

"I think he was going to stay with Emmet, his friend from yesterday, for a few days." Unikitty shrugged. "He'll be back. He likes it here and he likes you." This made her brother happy again. She took a deep breath. "Can you tell me something? Do you remember our parents?"

The puppy's face went totally blank. He stared off into space for a few moments, eyes glazed over. A similar thing happened with the puppy before, but it didn't last this long. He blinked and spoke with his paw on his head.

"Almost broke my brain there… I'm sorry, sis, I just don't remember." The puppy frowned sadly. "Actually, I don't remember the question either. Maybe that's for the best?" Puppycorn blinked a few times before his eyebrows furrowed.

"It really isn't. You see, I have so many questions and the one person who can answer them is never around anymore. You're my brother, right?" Unikitty spoke with patience.

"Oh no… Uh… yeah. I'm your brother. Always have been. Always…" The puppy's voice trailed off, like the thought was lost in translation between his brain and his mouth. "Yeah. We've always been brother and sister. And you're the best big sister a puppy could have!"

"Thank you but that isn't possible, Puppycorn. I met you when I first landed on this planet." The cat took a step back, praying Rex would step in or something.

"But we… we have. I've always been your little bro. And I just wanna play with you. That's all I ever really want, because I know it would make you happy." His eyes started to well up. "Are you mad at me, big sis? Please don't be mad at me."

"No. I'm just… I have a lot on my mind right now." She shook her head. She didn't want to tell the poor puppy anything. Not that she constantly questioned who he was. Not that she was scared of the world ending. Not that the fact her human friend was missing scared her more.

"Oh. Good. I get really worried that… you'll go away. I don't know why." The puppy started to cry a little. "Please don't go?"

"I… I wouldn't leave you without saying goodbye, Puppycorn." The cat's ears went back. She stepped closer to pat the puppy's head. "You mean too much to me." Where did that come from?

"Thanks, big sis. I feel better now���" Something about the puppy's words felt hollow, like he barely believed it somehow.

“Good. I’m glad.” Unikitty patted the puppy’s head again and smiled slightly. She couldn’t help it. The puppy looks so… lost right now. Maybe he just needed his friend?

Unikitty waited until Puppycorn left to try to talk to someone else. Anyone else. She still couldn't find Richard, so she chose Hawkodile as the next person up to bat for her questions. The cat rushed outside towards the bodyguard's treehouse.

The scenery was blurry and vague again. Once again, all voices were blurred and distorted, the stations roaming to what seemed to be conversations with people like Emmet or someone from Cloud Cuckoo Land. A groaning sound could be heard and she could feel the color drain from her fur. Soon, something large fell in front of her, creating a crater in the ground. Debris flew everywhere and she could hear screaming coming from all sides of her.

She was panting as she acclimated herself to her surroundings. She was in a large dojo-like area. Perfect. She just needed to find Hawkodile. He shouldn't be too hard to find, right? He's huge.

It didn't take long to find him, predictably. He found her first, jumping from a rafter to the space directly in front of the royal cat

"Princess. Good afternoon." Hawkodile bowed to her, then leaned against the metal frame for a punching bag.

"Can I ask you something?" The cat sat in front of the door. She knew he could fly and fly fast, but it made her feel a little better she blocked an escape route.

"Of course. What's on your mind?" He crouched down to get to her level.

"What did you do before you got here? You said when we first met you've been training to be my bodyguard, but that can't be true." The cat tilted her head.

"I was training. I'm always training." There was a note of aggression in his voice.

"Hawkodile, how long have you been training to be a bodyguard?" Unikitty straightened up. She didn't think she was going to get a real reply, but she was going to try.

"Since I was a baby… no… Since I was a child… no, no… I was older, a teenager…Right?" The hawk crocodile grabbed a stool and sat down, gloved hand on his head. "I'm… actually… not sure." He didn't speak or move for a moment, eventually hitting the nearby punching bag at full force. "Why am I not sure‽"

"It's OK, Hawk. You don't have to remember that for me." Unikitty wished he would, though. "Where did you come from?"

"I lived in Action Forest for most of my life. My dojo…" Again, he didn't speak for a moment, returning back to reality with a pained yell and a flurry of punches against the punching bag. "I should know this!"

"It'll be OK, Hawk…" Unikitty swallowed when she saw the punching bag was already showing signs of severe damage. "Please calm down."

"It's just so… frustrating." Hawkodile took a few deep, meditative breaths and sat back down. "I'm struggling to remember here and I should know all this! It's my life, for brick's sake!"

"It's OK. I'm sure you'll remember eventually, right?" She got to her feet. "Please, don't get too mad that you can't remember. That's not the friend I know."

"I know. I'm calming down already. I just… it's not a good thing I can't remember. This is my life. I should know where I came from. I just remember training with my sensei and… Eaglator." There was pain in the last word, a deep pain that only came from a place of true loss. This made no sense to Unikitty, as she knew Eaglator was fine. She stayed in the doorway for a moment and watched as her usually calm bodyguard punched through the punching bag with unreal levels of aggression.

[spoileddbabe]

Even tho none of my people will see this but here goes nothing. I wish i left something for each one of you, a mark, a memory or even a lesson. I hope i got to a point where i impacted any of your lives, i hope i left any good in this world to carry my name thru any good. I hope i was remarkable enough for you to remember me on, not to remember me for the guilt of forgetting about me, but to remember me for the good i left or carried around. I hope one day i gave any of you the love you all deserve, the love i tried to show you guys that it does exist. I hope i loved each and everyone of you the way you needed to be loved. Cause ahaha yk what they say "فاقد الشيء يعطيه و بكثرة". I'm sorry i was never the person any of yall wished i was. I'm sorry that i always become distant and dissappear it's just im always overwhelmed and i dont handle it well. I wish there was any explanation for it, but believe me when i say i didn't choose to be this way or to feel this way, man i would die just to choose how i would feel. This isn't a sudden thing. I have been thinking about this for months and months and i just can't take it anymore, i already feel dead. Empty, cold and numb. I have nothing to live for if all that life has offered me is pain, anguish and trauma. I tried to turn this around by being everyone's ray of sunshine like yall call me. I try not to let people feel how i feel or at least i try to hold them through it and let them know they ain't alone. Cause i really just know how that feels. It fucking sucks. I feel so dead. I have nothing to look up for and I've lost interest in everything, even when i RARELY get excited about sth, it's always so short lived. I always cling to those brief moments just to have it all snatched from me again over and over and over. I've been holding on for too long and no one ever understands and i don't think anyone ever will. See, when it comes to bpd, you feel everything so deeply and everything is so intensified. Your brain forgets about all the other ranges of emotions and just knows one. And the one that's my brain is solely imprisoning me with is being suicidal. I don't feel like im capable of feeling anything other than that and the agony it comes within. My life has always been about just survival, im not even looking up to anything. I just wanna survive. But that too i failed at. I've been fighting for so so long and it's time i give up now. I'm so sorry if i ever did any of you wrong, im extremely sorry. My brain never lets these things slide and im always feeling guilty. I'm sorry if i impacted any of you negatively. I love each and everyone of you. Please keep me in your prayers and try to remember me. If my family and friends thought my death was of natural causes, please dont break their hearts with the truth. If this lands in the hands of my ppl, take care of my parents and siblings. I wish i could stay for them, but i just can't. Spread out some love in the world and always choose kindness and forgiveness in such an ugly and harsh world. Be the light in someone's darkness. I love you all. Goodbye.

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Its been a few month without chaewon and its hard being a ssamu bias nowadays, i'd like a fluff smut of her please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

viridity

A short one as a goodbye to IZ*ONE Chaewon.

There's beauty in innocence. The way one's eyes are only opened to pureness and have no witness to anything other than white. Few grow to her age still possessing it, but Chaewon did. No matter what happened, she kept her optimism and naïve yet precious innocence.

But there's also beauty in ruining it.

Cue to you in her bed with the moon pervertedly watching the two of you from her window. While the blankets and pillows decorated the mattress, Chaewon's hair was a wispy, silken dream beneath your face. You had always loved how the strands of black smelled of vanilla, even while her skin was sweaty. You kissed both her hair and skin; an affectionate brush of your lips here and a snuggle there at her neck.

It was dark now. Sleep was needed. But you constantly wrecked the sleepiness out of her with quick, aimed thrusts of your fingers between her legs. Her soft legs threatened to injure your hand with how tight they squeezed on them, but she's still so sweet, softly whimpering out: "I'm sorry, oppa, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." There was a gentle bite on her ear that got her squirming again, one that came from you, of course. "I was always a little too rough on you, right? Oppa's sorry."

But your fingers didn't stop their actions, always stimulating the heated core that couldn't take anymore yet you loved to push to their limits. Chaewon's body felt heated and numb at the same time. It curled up against your back as she waited passively to become used to the size of your fingers.

It never happened.

But strangely, despite the quick, relentless way of penetration of your digits in her tight hole, she let you do it for minutes, even hours without backing out. The moment she discovered how good it felt, she could never get enough. She only quietly sobbed and moaned against a pillow, letting her oppa do what she liked to her.

Until another orgasm was fast-approaching. Chaewon began to weep, shaking in your arms like a cold tiger.

"Oppa, please," the soft voice asked you. "No more."

"Aw." Your arms fastened tighter around her like a seatbelt. "Can't you do one more for oppa, Chaewonie? Just one more?"

You generously slowed down, immediately feeling the pants rising from her back cease. Chaewon still whined as you let your fingertips rub on the sensitive spots.

"But oppa... it hurts." She pursed her lips together and cried. "It really really hurts."

"What makes it hurt?"

"Chaewon needs to cum, please... and she tries to hold it back but I can't—"

Oh. "But that's fine, love. You can cum whenever you like."

"Oh thank you, oppa, thank you, oppa, thank you."

Chaewon's pussy sealed another aching tightness on your fingers and essentially started to ride them, seeking out her orgasm. You kneaded her breasts through the thinness of her shirt and kissed her neck to help bring her there. Her moans reached whiny pitches and transformed to repeated cries of your name: "Oppa, oppa, oppa, I'm almost there. Oppa—"

A curl of your fingers against a certain spot brought her to the "there" she spoke of. Chaewon let out a particularly loud shriek of pleasure, clenching down on your digits as her juices made them as wet as she is. Her mouth furiously sucked on her own fingers to remain quiet, but they managed to slip in between them and echo, loud and clear in the small room.

The rainbow after the storm.

Your arms wrapped around her like a blanket even when a real one rested on top of both of you. You placed a kiss on her wet cheek and snuggled in her neck.

"I love you, Kim Chaewon," you whispered. "You know that, right?"

You were her friend since childhood, the one she grew up with. You had played and went to school together and talked about your troubles. You were the one she trusted to give up her virginity to.

And it gave you a swelling sort of gratitude that she knew you wouldn't hurt her intentionally, and would only keep her safe.

Chaewon brought your spare palm to her face and kissed it affectionately, placing it on her stomach. "Of course I do. I love you too, oppa."

[chippedaxe]

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Title: Silly Boy 2

Part 1 can be found here

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl, leaving him tired and passed out on his bed.

Word count: 1.9k

*Lots of ppl requested for a p2 but I just used this one to reply :)

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn’t stepcest content and you’re able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the ‘tw stepcest’ or 'stepcest cw’ tag <3

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Your parents left the house, slamming the door shut and bidding you a goodbye as they left to go out for dinner. You waved to them and locked the door, walking back up the stairs and grinning to yourself as you approached Karl's door. You figured he'd be waiting for you so you didn't bother to knock, eyes widening at the sight you saw before you.

His hand was wrapped around his cock and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth "I thought you said you couldn't take it anymore" you taunted as you leaned against the doorway. "Oh- shit!" Karl pulled his hand away and gripped onto his chair, clearly shocked from being caught red handed.

"W- Well- You see.. I was just massaging it! Yeah- It was cramping from being overworked!" Karl lied straight to your face. "Oh shit- really? Karl, I'm so sorry.. You could've just told me if it was too much.." Any normal person would believe your lies but Karl could sense your condescending tone.

Karl leaned back into his chair and shuddered as he tried to think of your plan here, squeaking when your hand wrapped around his dick "It was my fault, I'll take care of it for you" you explained. Karl's eyes shut and he bit down on his lip, already feeling close from the warmth of your skin around him.

"Oh no, am I hurting you again? I should just let you do this yourself and play with you another day.." You pulled off and turned to leave but Karl then suddenly grasped onto your arm and pulled you back. "What? I thought you were in pain" you crossed your arms, smirking to yourself a little as you watched Karl try to lie himself out of this little mess he caused for himself.

He shut his mouth and kept quiet, glancing away shyly to avoid your mean gaze. You bent down a little and go down on your knees, licking the tip gently to make him squirm "h-hah?? What-" Karl turned his head back and saw that you were down there licking him. "I- I thought you wouldn't do that.." he panted as he tried to speak "I normally wouldn't put a disgusting thing like this in my mouth but I'll do it if it means you become a whiny mess for me" you explained.

Karl's hands gripped at his chair, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was grabbing on to it. "I barely did anything, calm down you pathetic loser" you rolled your eyes at his reactions. His reactions were cute but were way over the top, Karl put a hand over his mouth and tried to calm down a bit. "I-I'm just sensitive, that's all!" Karl exclaimed.

You didn't reply as you took the tip of him inside your mouth, gently sucking on it. Karl placed his hand on top of your head and that's when you slapped it off, pinning his hand down so he can't try and move your head. You didn't move down any lower though, only keeping his tip on your tongue. Karl lit up with an idea, a plan to make you take him deeper down your throat.

"What's wrong, can you only take so much?" Karl teased you with his words but regretted it as you pulled your head off. "I'm being so kind to you by licking this disgusting thing so don't get all pathetic on me!" you crossed your arms and stared up at him. Karl gulped nervously "I- I'm sorry. Please do it again" he apologized immediately "I don't know if I will now, what will you give me in return?" you asked.

"I'll do anything! I- I'll put my mouth on you?" He pleaded "Gross. You think I want you anywhere near me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I can make you feel good, I promise!" he begged "Watching porn doesn't count as losing your virginity" You snickered at your own remark "Wha?- I can do it! I can!" Karl nodded his head "hmm.. I guess I can let you at least try" you sighed and lowered your head again.

Your tongue wrapping around the head of his penis, licking the slit and lapping up his precum. You brought your other hand up to stroke the base, slowly jerking him up and down while your mouth sucked on the tip. Karl rocked his hips up against your face unintentionally so you had to lean forward a bit more and pin his hips down, the action making Karl whine and pout.

You felt him twitch on your tongue, pulling off before he could cum in your mouth and flinching when he instead spurted cum onto your face. The sticky warm liquid landing on the edge of your mouth and on your cheek, you gasped and slapped his thigh "You idiot! You came on my face!" you groaned angrily "Ah! I'm so sorry!!" he put his hands up in defense "You're lucky you didn't cum in my hair or else I would've killed you!" you hit him again before getting up off the floor.

You grabbed at his hair, not pulling him too hard but pulling him enough so he stands up and gets off his chair. You sat in his place, lifting your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side "Alright get to work" you yawned and waited for him. "Huh- what?" Karl questioned before getting the idea and dropping down onto his knees "Oh ouch! It hurts down here" he complains "It'll hurt less if you hurry up" you tell him.

Karl swallows his tongue and moved forward, his hands grabbing at the flesh of your thighs to keep him steady as he leans in and licks at you. He misses your clit completely. You raise an eyebrow "Are you cleaning it or something? What're you doing down there?" you ask him, not knowing what he's doing at all. "I told you that you wouldn't be able to do it nerd, here, let me help you" you grab him by his hair and guide his head to where he needs to be.

You lean your head back against his chair, pushing his head again so he can't move away from your clit. "Oh that's much better.. I prefer using my own hands but this is fine I guess" you shrug and allow him to continue eating you out. After a few moments however you just pull him off "Okay I've had enough of your pathetic mouth, just get on the fuckin bed" you frown.

Karl got on the bed "What happened? Did you cum?" he asked "Yeah to the wrong fuckin man, lay back and shut the fuck up" you shove him down. Karl falls back and lands on a couple of his pillows, you crawl on top of him and turn around so your nether reigons are now in his face. Karl's dick accidentally slapped you in the face when you turned around which made you flinch and gasp, slapping his thigh even though it wasn't his fault.

Karl got your idea and started to eat you out again, doing literally so much worse than last time. You groaned and moved your arm back, your hand to touch your clit "either lick here, or shove your tongue in here" you showed him where to lick you. It was kinda pathetic that he didn't know but it was also kinda cute, Karl struggled to listen to you but tried his best. It felt slightly better but still not very good.

You shrugged, you knew he'd get better at some point, hopefully. You licked along the base of his cock to make it wet, your hand coming back to jerk him off. Karl squirmed under your touch, his moans sending a nice vibration to your clit "Ah- keep doing that." you ordered him. He of course listened to you, he couldn't help but listen to you.

You spread your legs a little bit more, your mouth kissing the tip of his dick. Karl let go in your hand without telling you, his cum coating your skin yet again. You however didn't stop pumping him, repeatedly jerking him up and down. After a while of touching him he eventually stopped eating you out, feeling too tired to do so but you didn't exactly mind. Your arms also started to hurt a little bit so you switched to using your mouth.

His cock slid down your throat easily, the small thing taking up no room in your mouth at all. You swallowed his cock down, sucking on it trying to get him to cum yet again. It didn't take long to have him cumming in your mouth again, his sensitivity playing a big part in this. Karl's legs were shaking slightly, one of his hands tapping you to get you to stop. You pulled off and turned over your shoulder to look at him "I-It's too much.." he gasped.

You frowned "You said that last time, and where did I find you? Touching yourself." you ignored his plead and continued to pleasure him. Both hands now jerking him off and desperately trying to get him to cum again, Karl's whole body shook gently before he had another orgasm and came dry. You looked at the slit of his cock, also looking at your hands before turning back around.

"Hey Karl, did you just cum dry?-" you turned and saw that he was now in a trance like state. His face was flushed, his hair stuck to his face from sweat. You got off him and inspected his face, his half lidded eyes staring at you. His eyes were glossy. You blew air onto his eyes but he didn't react at all, your hand checking his pulse and seeing that he is in fact alive but he had passed out.

"Oh wow. I guess he was right." you sighed to yourself before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up quickly before returning with a cold flannel and wiping his sweaty face with it. You also used it to wipe down his body where he accidentally came on himself. Karl's eyes fluttered before he regained consciousness and sat up "You fuckin passed out!" you exclaimed "huh? wh.." he sounded out of it. You rubbed at your nose bridge "never mind, just go back to bed and sleep Karl" he listened to you and laid back down.

You threw his blanket over him before leaving, going down to the kitchen to grab him some water for when he woke up.

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Later on at night Karl came in to your room, making you rub your eyes and sit up in bed "What is it?" you yawned "Um.. Thank you.." he smiled slightly "For jerking you off?" you questioned "Yeah that- And thank you for um, taking care of me when I passed out?" he sheepishly answered "I didn't do much. I only wiped you down and gave you some water" you laid back down to go back to sleep.

"Yeah but it meant a lot to me, thank you- and goodnight big sis" he came over, leaned down , and kissed you on the forehead.

[alicegokugirl]

idk how you feel about it but breeding kink w softdom!Armin and reader who wants a baby😋

GIVE ME A BABY

pairing - armin x AFAB!reader

warning - nsfw // minors dni // breeding kink // dirty talk //softdom!armin

author's note - I LOVE writing about breeding kink! There are few things I refuse to write! Don't be afraid to request anything! I hope you enjoy this! ♡

You shouldn't have felt jealous when you saw Mikasa and Eren's baby. But that's what you did and in that hospital room, full of joy and love you couldn't help but emanate a bad vibe that everyone except the enamored parents and the sleeping newborn caught on.

"Are you okay, love?" Armin approached you, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it lightly hoping he could comfort you.

"S-Sure! It's just that the baby is so cute! Have you decided on a name yet, Mikasa?" You asked hoping to change everyone's attention back to the small angel.

"Not yet," Eren awnsered, followed by Mikasa. "It has to show our love properly."

And once again the jealousy raised in your body like bubbles in a soda pop. Sure there was happiness inside too, this was the most amazing moment in your friends' life, plus it was the birth of your boyfriend's godchild.

"I wonder who's the next couple to be thinking about babies names..." Ymir said, wiggling her eyebrows at Historia who blushed furiously at the innuendo.

"NO WAY! IT'S NICCOLO AND I FOR SURE!" Sasha screamed, earning herself a shush by everyone in the room.

When the baby started crying again, a nurse kindly hushed everyone out announcing that visitation time was over.

You bid your goodbyes to your friends in the parking lot and got into the car with your boyfriend.

After about five minutes of driving silently you felt Armin's hand creeping up your thigh.

"Are you alright, love? You didn't seem that well in the hospital..." He looked at you worried.

You sighed, you didn't want to seem like you didn't care about Mikasa and Eren's child.

"I wasn't, love. I'm embarrassed to admit it but... I was jealous."

"You... you were jealous of Mikasa?" The always sharp blond asked.

"Yes."

"You want a-"

"I want your baby, Armin."

Armin looked at you wide-eyed before focusing on the road again, squeezing the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"I'm going to give you a baby."

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For Armin it was simple. Everything his princess wants, his princess gets. So when you asked for a baby, what choice did he have except rip your clothes off the second you get through the front door, bring you to your bedroom and impregnate you with as many babies as you wanted?

"A-Armin- Please-"

"'Please' what, darling?" He asked, kissing your neck.

"I w-want you inside..." You stuttered, covering your face with your hands in shame.

"Anything for you, princess. You just have to tell me." He moved down from your neck, massaging your breasts before sucking on your sensitive nipple.

Even if he hadn't brought it up, Armin couldn't deny the desire to become a parent that had been growing inside him ever since Mikasa announced her pregnancy.

He imagined you glowing, round with his child. The same breasts he was caressing now, full of milk. Nothing has made him harder than that thought.

Armin moved his hand to your pussy. "You are so wet already, love. Can't wait to fuck you full of cum. Think you can take me without prep?"

You nodded. Even while dirty talking your boyfriend was still the perfect gentleman.

He kissed your cheek, aligning himself with your entrance. "Sorry, but I can't wait anymore..."

He made an effort to take it slowly, closing his eyes in concentration, so turned on by the feeling of your gummy walls hugging his shaft for the first time without a pesky condom.

Armin moaned when he bottomed out, responding to you squeezing around him.

You buried your face in his neck, hugging his shoulders with your arms and his lean torso with your legs, pulling him to you.

"Easy... I don't want to shoot now..." He hushed you.

"I'm going to move now. Gonna put a baby in you. G-Gonna make you all round and pretty... You like that, baby? You want to be a mommy?" He said, speeding up with each sentence.

"A-Armin~ Feels so g-good!"

Armin growled, truly becoming a primal being. It felt good to finally claim you to the fullest, to finally get to breed you the way you deserved.

His trusts were long and deep, making sure each time his cock kissed your cervix. You could barely breath, your brain rendered useless under such pleasure.

"Y-you're so perfect... so t-tight around me. Gonna put a baby in you-" Armin kept babbling, never have been so turned on in his life.

"Please Armin~"

"Gonna cum- Gonna cum soon, baby- You g-gonna take it all, right? Gonna be a good girl and get pregnant for me? Gonna let me breed you?"

"Yes- Armin! Please! Breed me!" You cried, cumming from his dirty talk, surprised that your sweet, loving boyfriend was hiding such a kinky side from you.

Armin was close to follow, pressing his hips against yours impossible close and shooting his seed deep inside you before collapsing on top of you.

You looked into eachothers eyes and kissed.

"Wanna get off now, love? You're quite heavy, hehe." You asked, petting his cheek.

"What do you mean, darling? This is only round one."

I take requests from multiple fandoms! :3

[buckgasms]

Hiiii! I love your stories and I was wondering if you do angst lumberbuck??

Hello my sweet Nonnie ❤️ this one is for you! I'm not much of an angst writer so I hope this is ok 🫣 also I had to have a happy ending because I am a sap

Warnings: Heartache, Bucky's a fool, Breakups

Thank you for writing to me, it fills my cold heart with joy 🍑

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Another night, another fight. Well, less fighting and more dreadful silence. You would be having a nice dinner, drinks with friends or even just taking a nice walk in the evening and then it would change. Stoney silence from Bucky and confusion for you. So here you were, imploring him, begging for a clue of what had happened, what had gone wrong to make him treat you this way.

"I don't know what to do anymore, you need to talk to me Buck." Tears ran down your cheeks as Bucky looked away from you, his jaw clenching in anger and pain. You reached out for his hand but he pulled away, rising from the couch and running his hands through his hair.

"I can't do this anymore, it's just.... I can't, I'm sorry sweetheart." He stood by the fireplace, never turning to look at you. "I think you should go." You sobbed, pressing your face into the cushion you had in your lap, surrounded by his scent, fresh tears springing as you realised it was for the last time.

Standing up you felt your body shake and you headed to the door grabbing your jacket. Bucky's loyal German Shepherd whined as you made your way to the door. You pressed a kiss to his soft head and whispered "bye baby" before glancing back at the man you loved more than anything. He still hadn't moved. And then you were out the door. Letting your sobs tear from your body as you staggered to your car.

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It had been six weeks since your breakup, since your heart had been broken. You had gone away from town, trying to put some distance between you and the place you had hoped to call home.

You had planned to stay away longer but your friend Wanda had insisted you come back for the weekend, to come and enjoy the Autumn Festival. You didn't really want to but she had twisted your arm, including making you feel guilty for leaving without saying goodbye to her. You cringed but agreed, despite your reservations.

Now you were sitting in your truck in a field listening to families shouting and laughing together, the sound of fairground rides and a low hum of music that made you want to scream and drive away. You jumped as Wanda banged on your window, a wide smile on her face. "Hurry up! I need to hug you and then we need to get candyfloss!" She shouted and you rolled your eyes and opened the car door. She wrapped you in a tight hug and you held onto her for a long moment.

"You ok?" She asked, eyes scanning your face, noticing your tired eyes and tight smile. You nodded and dragged her towards to lights and noise, praying you wouldn't see him here. This wasn't his scene, Wanda reassured you, and for that you were thankful.

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You were having a good time. You and Wanda had eaten loads of candyfloss and toffee apples, she even convinced you to go on a hay-bale ride and you'd gotten chatting to the cute driver, so it wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be.

Still. You had this feeling of pain and worry in your stomach that wouldn't ease. Every hint of long brown hair had you sucking in a breath and you were pretty sure you were going to have a plaid related heart attack at some point.

Wanda dragged you by the arm towards a makeshift dance floor where couples had lined up to put on a show. You waved at some people you knew and sipped on your soda waiting for the music to start.

As the first strums of music played you saw him. Not just him though. Some.... Woman. She had her arms linked into his and they were swaying to the music, he grinned, but his smile faltered as his eyes met yours.

You didn't see what happened next, your eyes were foggy with tears and you pushed your way out of the crowd. You heard Wanda call out, but you blinked the tears away and ran. You ran through smiling families, hating all of them.

Your lungs burned when you finally came to a halt, dropping down on a plastic chair somewhere at the edge of the festivities. You couldn't stop crying, your body shaking with sobs. How could he? He was the love of your life and he was already seeing someone else? You wanted to hate him, but all you could feel was the crushing pain of knowing you would never kiss him, hold him, feel him near you again.

"Sweetheart?"

There he was, looking perfect and ashamed of himself. Without thinking you launched your soda can at him. It missed by a mile but you both looked fairly shocked at the outburst, but you weren't finished.

"SWEETHEART? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You're seeing someone? Here? Already? What's wrong with you?" Every moment of pain from the past six weeks, not to mention the months before came pouring out.

"Who is she? No I don't want to know, it's disgusting, you're disgusting, you pig" you rambled as he stalked over to you. The tears sprung again as he came level with you, his hands taking hold of your arms.

"How could you?" You whispered finally.

"I don't know honey."

"THINK" you yelled at him, pushing his hands off you. "You put me through hell, wondering what I did wrong. And it's you! You're the wrong one!" You pushed his chest, not really making much impact, but it felt good. So you did it again. You hit his chest, your palms thudding satisfyingly, then another push, with your whole weight, a sob escaping your lips with the exertion. "Think, you idiot" you cried, tears falling freely. He allowed a few more shoves before he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair as your cried into his chest.

He inhaled your scent, tears pricking his eyes as he felt the relief of the touch of your body after so long. "You're right. I am the wrong one. I don't know what happened. All I kept thinking was, how is this ever gonna last? I'm going to hurt you or ruin it. Everything good always goes to shit baby, I didn't want to put you through it... Look at my parents, I don't wanna risk that with you." He rested his chin on your head and puffed out a huge sigh.

"What do you call this then genius?" You said, butting your forehead against him as he gave a wet chuckle. You pulled back and looked up at him, seeing some stray tears on his cheeks and wiping them away for him.

"You are not your father and I am certainly not your mother." He chuckled again, returning the favour by wiping some of your tears away too. "You don't run from problems Bucky, not with someone you love. You deal with them together until it's solved." He nodded, but didn't look at you.

You cupped his cheek with your soft hand and brought his eyes to meet yours. "I mean it. If you still love me, and want me, then we have to be in it together. No more silences, not more stupid thoughts about what if's?" His hand wrapped around your arm, keeping your hand to his cheek.

"I love you" you whispered, feeling so afraid he was going to let you fall again "I want us to be together, but we have to do it together."

He pulled you towards him and brought your lips together for the softest, sweetest kiss he'd ever planted on you. "I love you too baby" he whispered pressing his forehead to you. "Not gonna let my best girl go again, I'll do better sweetheart, I will." He pressed another kiss to your lips and you moaned as he pulled you even closer, his kiss bringing you back to life again, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

You broke away, both giggling like teenagers. You pulled at his shirt and he looked nervous as you bit your lip. "Who is that girl?" You asked, gripping the fabric, the fear of his potential new romance threatening to break your heart all over again.

"She was a blind date, Sam was sick of me moping so he set me up. Gotta thank him for that" he said, rolling his eyes at the situation his pal had put him in.

"Promise?" You asked, and he grinned at you and pulled you by the hand back to the crowd. He pointed over the heads of some of the revellers at the pretty blonde he had arrived with, who was currently slow dancing with some handsome denim clad man. "I think she and I have come to the end of our romance, don't you baby?"

You swatted his stomach but giggled as his lips connected with yours again, feeling like you could breath again for the first time in weeks. He loved you, things had to be worked on, but you knew that from now, things would be ok.

[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 9 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language, Mention of Violence and wounds

A/N: Aaaaaaand we're going to war, guys. I hope you've done your basic training and are ready for it!

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Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs

June 4, 1944 - Upottery, England This evening they showed us a movie. What else are you supposed to do to pass the time? Since I already know this movie, I eventually got bored and went out. As I walk around the tent, I suddenly spot Bill sitting on a box, a smoke between his lips, staring straight ahead. "Bill?" I ask cautiously, but he doesn't look up. So I walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Bill?" I ask again, and now he looks up, startled.

"I'm sorry, Liv... I..." he says but can't find the words. Frowning, I sit down next to him. "What's wrong?" I ask, and he looks at me. His eyes are glassy, and it seems like he's been crying. Bill says nothing and holds out a letter to me. Carefully I take it and read the lines. Of course, I quickly realize that this letter was not addressed to him but to Johnny. As I skim the lines, I get a queasy feeling.

Then I put an arm around Bill. "I'm so sorry, Bill," I whisper, trying to comfort him. "It's just... He was..." the usually tough Bill stammers, but I understand him. I don't know how I would react if I received the news from one of my siblings. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." For a while, we sit silently, and I comfort Bill. I catch him quickly in between, wiping his face with his sleeve. Then he lights another smoke. "I'm just sorry for my ma.... Henry was her golden boy... And I can't be there for her," he says, and I look at him. "I'm sure it's hard for her, that's how it is, but we'll see that her second golden boy comes home again, yes?" I say, and he forces himself to smile. "Thank you, Liv. For everything here." "Don't worry, Bill, we'll keep this between us," I smile and wink at him.

June 5, 1944 - Upottery, England The next day is the day. The whole day the preparations run, and we recheck our complete equipment. Suddenly a grinning Don comes up to me. "What?" I ask on guard, and he holds up a small can of grease. I know exactly what he's up to. "Oh no! No, no, no! I'm not letting you get on my face. I'll do it myself," I say defensively and take a few steps backward with my hands up. "I knew you were going to say that," Don continues to grin.

Then I'm grabbed by the arms from both sides. "Hey, what...?" I shout, quickly realizing that it's Skip and Penk holding me down. "That's not fair!" I shout as Don comes at me. I try to fight back, but they are holding me tightly enough. "Come on, Liv, let us have a little fun too," Skip grins. "I'm pretty capable of doing that myself," I grumble. "We know you are, sweetheart, but it's a lot more fun this way," Penk laughs, and I give him a dirty look. "How I'll enjoy messing up that pretty face," Don laughs, and I press my lips together. "You guys really suck."

After they finish torturing me, and I'm sure not a spot on my face is white anymore, they finally let go of me. I push Skip off me, who laughs out loud. "Unbelievable, really!" I grumble. "Come on, Liv, you still look beautiful," Skip grins. "Yeah, right." I roll my eyes. "Hey Stark, Malarkey! Let's go," Buck then calls after us, and we say goodbye to Skip and Penk. "What happened to your face?" Buck asks as we walk up to him. "This one happened," I reply and point to Don. Buck chuckles and walks up to Roush.

We sit in front of the plane, and Buck stands in front of us along with Roush. "The medics are handing these out for air sickness. Orders are every man takes one now, another thirty minutes in the air," Roush says, then hands off to Buck before walking over to his plane. "Okay, listen up. May God be with you," he pauses briefly and looks at each of us in turn. "I'll see you at the assembly area." Then, one by one, he pulls us to our feet. He smiles encouragingly at me as he pulls me up, and I give a quick nod. Then comes the following problem. Getting on the plane. Entering the small entrance with everything we have to lug around is difficult. Don is behind me and tries to push me in. "Even though I really enjoy grabbing your ass, Sweetheart, it's really not that easy here," Don gasps from under me. "I'm already trying everything I can, Don. All this shit is heavier than me." Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and pulls me onto the plane. To my surprise, it's Liebgott. He says nothing and then sits down while I sit across from him. Don drops down next to me. When everyone is finally on board, the plane takes off.

June 6, 1944 - Somewhere in Normandy, France With my eyes closed, I lean my head back. "You okay?" whispers Don, sitting next to me, and I look at him. "Have to be," I say, and he grins. You have to hand it to him; nothing can rattle him. "It's going to be okay, Liv, trust me." Across from me sits Liebgott, who looks a bit worn out. It's probably because of the pills they gave us.

I close my eyes again and try to doze a little when I suddenly hear a kind of thunder. I tear my eyes open and look at the door. "What the hell...?" asks Don, then looks at me. The rumble gets louder and more steady, and then I quickly realize that this is not thunder but explosions. They are shooting at us. "Well, great," I mutter. "Okay, get ready!" Buck then calls out in front as the red light turns on and gestures for us to stand up. The plane shakes dangerously, and a slight nervousness spreads through me. "Hook up!" shouts Buck, and I hook up. Only now do I notice that I'm standing directly behind Liebgott. "Okay: Equipment check!" calls Buck, and I check my equipment, and then Liebgott's in front of me while I feel Don checking my equipment. "Sound off for equipment check!" Shouts start from behind me that the equipment is ready to go as I hear Don behind me. "Five, okay!" I tap Liebgott on the shoulder. "Four, okay!"

Over and over, it shakes the plane. I reach back with my hand and squeeze Don's. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'll see you down there," he assures me, and I give his hand another quick squeeze as the light next to the door turns green. "Okay, go, go, go!" shouts Buck, and then we jump.

Bullets fly all around me. "Fuck!" I curse and look up to somehow see Don, but I can't spot him anywhere. We've jumped at a speed that spreads everyone out somewhere; it looks like. "Shit, shit, shit!" I grumble as I look down and head straight for a river. Since I'm down too fast, I can't steer and promptly land in the river. My parachute gets caught and pulls me along because of the current. My Mae West is helping a little, but the parachute is stronger. "Fuck!" I curse again silently. Again and again, I am pulled underwater by my parachute.

The strap on my parachute mount is stuck, and I can't get it open, so I try to get to my bayonet as best I can to cut the strings. When I finally get a hold of it, I cut the parachute loose and can finally stand up straight. Fortunately, the river is not too deep. "Fuck," I curse again and see the parachute being pulled along by the current. Then I realize pretty quickly that I don't have my rifle anymore. "Fuck," I say again and start looking for it in the river. I dive under and grab anything I can find with my hands. After about five minutes, I finally do and find my rifle.

Dripping with water, I get out of the river as quietly as possible. Next to the river are some trees that are good for cover. I take off my Mae West and quickly put my helmet back on. "Fuck, where did I end up here?" I whisper to myself and carefully take a few steps. Suddenly I hear a crack and press my back against a tree. My heart begins to beat, and I hold my rifle tightly. I listen for a moment, but I hear nothing more.

And then the familiar chirping of our crickets sounds. Relieved, I exhale and take out mine to let them chirp. "Flash," I then hear someone whisper. "Thunder!" I reply, coming out from behind the tree. "Stark? That you?" I hear the soldier and take another step out. "Yes. Liebgott?" I then ask, and he nods. Well, that figures. Of all the damn soldiers, I had to meet him head-on.

I take another step toward him, and we kneel. "Do you have any fucking idea where we are?" he asks me, and I shake my head. "I don't know. Not where we're supposed to be." "Ah yes, Sergeant Obvious?" "Are you really going to start again?" I ask, annoyed, looking at him angrily. "You got a map?" I ask him then, and he nods before rummaging in his backpack. "Why are you so wet anyway?" he asks as he hands me the map. "Ended up in the river. Almost drowned," I say curtly, taking out my raincoat and ducking under it. I look for the river and then look up again. "Okay, I have no fucking idea where we are. The best thing to do is just walk in one direction until we find something... or someone." "Okay, let's go then," Liebgott says and starts walking.

For some time, we walk silently side by side. Both are on high alert. Suddenly I hear something and push Liebgott against a tree. At that moment, I don't realize how close I actually am to him or that he's looking at me in surprise that I'm so close. I hold my breath as I hear the German voices. I startle, pressing myself and Liebgott even closer to the tree. According to the voices, there should be about four or five soldiers—too many for us alone, which is why we keep as quiet as possible.

As the German voices slowly disappear in the distance, I exhale, and it looks like I've been holding my breath all this time. Then I look up at Liebgott, and we look into each other's eyes for a moment. I only now noticed how close we are and hastily step back. "What?" I then ask as he's still staring at me. "Nothing," he whispers.

That was weird. That look Liebgott gave me. Like he was looking at me for the first time. I shake my head and motion for him to move on. Behind a big bush, we retake cover. I hear footsteps and take out my cricket to let it chirp. "Flash!" I then hear someone whisper. "Thunder!" I return, and Liebgott and I stand up. "Liv, is that you?" I hear a familiar voice, and a feeling of happiness spreads through me. "Buck!" I say quickly. "Is it just you two, Sarge?" I nod. "Yeah, we have no fucking idea where we are. Do you know more?" "We saw a sign earlier: Sainte-Mère-Église," Buck says, and I spot some unfamiliar soldiers behind him. "These guys are from Baker Company." "Fuck," I curse. "We're completely wrong." "You can say that, right." "Well then... Happy Waddling," I say, and we walk on together. At least we're headed in the right direction; it looks like. "Why are you so wet?" Buck then asks me. "Ended up in the river, almost drowned," I repeat the words I also said to Liebgott.

About two hours later, I walk ahead. We're walking along an old railroad track, but a little farther on, it has a crossing. Slowly tired from the long day, I rub my eyes briefly as I am pulled back by the arm. Liebgott presses me to his chest and puts his hand on my mouth. Startled, I put my hand on his wrist, but then I hear German voices again. And they are very close. Slowly, Liebgott takes his hand from my mouth and walks past me to get a better look. He ducks and then turns back to us. He holds up four fingers to signal that there are four soldiers. "Okay, come on," Buck hisses at me, and we close in on Liebgott. Now I can see the Germans ahead of us. They are sitting comfortably together, laughing about something. Buck nods at us. Then he raises his hand and gives us the command to shoot. The Germans are quickly dead. But having the feeling inside of having killed a human being is strange.

Fortunately, the following hours pass without further incidents, and the sun rises. When we finally arrive at the assembly point, I am relieved. But I falter when I see how many Easy Company men are still missing. "Hey, Petty," I greet him, and he puts a hand on my shoulder with relief. "Where are the others?" I ask, and he shrugs. "Don?" I ask him, and he shakes his head. "We haven't heard from him yet, but new faces keep popping up." He says. He tells us what he went through, and so do we, and after a few minutes, he holds up his head. "Look," he says, pointing to Lip, who is just walking toward us with Bill, Popeye, Toye, and Winters. "Be right back," I say to Petty, and he nods.

"Hey, Lip," I call out to him, and he looks up before smiling at me. Bill puts his hand on my shoulder briefly as we pass and smiles at me, which I return. I give Lip a quick hug and am glad he's okay. "I'm glad you're okay," he says as if he's read my mind. "What happened?" "Landed in a river. I lost almost everything that you can lose. It's a miracle I found my rifle again. Then I ran into Liebgott." "Great... And that worked?" asks Lip sarcastically. "Surprisingly, yes... We wandered around for a couple of hours until we ran into Buck and two dudes from Baker." Lip smirks. "Ah well, Malarkey's back there, by the way," he says, and I tear up. "And you're just telling me this now?" I say indignantly, punching Lip in the chest and then running off in the direction he pointed.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up," I call from afar, grinning at my best Friend. "I was beginning to think I'd have to send out a search party." Don sits on the floor next to a POW. When he sees me, he starts to grin, stands up, and takes me in his arms. "Thank goodness you're okay, Sweetheart. How long have you been here?" "Five minutes," I grin, and Don laughs. "What was that about the search party?" "Yeah yeah, it's all right. What are you doing here?" I ask, pointing at the German soldier. "Oh... This guy here in the Kraut uniform is from Eugene," Don says, and I look at him, confused. "Okay?" I say, stretching. "He's from Oregon. Like me, in case you forgot." "How could I forget." I clasp my hand to my forehead playfully. "I think we should get back. If Winters is here now, I'm sure there will be new orders soon." "What about Meehan?" "Don't know. Haven't seen him."

Don turns back to the German. "Well then...we have to go. Maybe I'll see you around," Don says, waving him off. "Yeah, maybe," the latter replies. "Come on now, Donnie," I laugh and grab him by the arm. "Don't call me that. You know I hate that. Sir," he then says to Speirs, who is just coming towards us. I nod to him as well, and when we are almost at the others, we hear gunshots from behind us. Don and I turn around in shock. "You don't think...?" I ask, perplexed, but Don says nothing more and walks a few steps in the direction of the POWs. "Come on, Don," I say and tug on his sleeve again.

"Tell me, what happened with you guys?" I ask, and we sit down before smoking a cigarette. Don tells me how he met the others and that they ran into a large group of Germans before marching here. He looks at me, and I tell my story. Then I continue and say that I met Liebgott. "No!" says Don. "Really, you could run into anyone, and you run into him of all people?" he asks, laughing. "Yep. As fate would have it, I guess. But he saved me. I almost ran into a group of Germans." "It's a wonder he didn't let you do it." "Yeah, I don't know..." "Hey Malarkey, Stark! Briefing in five," Buck calls out to us, and we nod.

Don and I join the others who are already waiting for Winters to brief us. My gaze flits briefly to Liebgott, who also looks at me, but then averts his eyes. Winters looks around briefly to get an idea of how many men we have available. "The 88s we heard were spotted in a field down the road and farther away. Major Strayer wants us to take them out. There are two guns we know are firing on Utah Beach, and we're planning a third and a fourth here and here," he explains, recording it for us. "The Germans are in the trenches with access to the entire battery and machine gun cover in the rear. We'll set up a base of fire and move quickly under it with two groups of three." I look briefly at Don, who smiles confidently at me. "How many Krauts do they think we're facing?" Bill asks. "No idea." "No idea?" "We're going to take some TNT to spike the weapons. Lipton, you're responsibility." "Yes, sir," Lip says. "Liebgott, you take the first machine gun with Petty, Gunner A. Plesha, Hendrix, you take the other. Who's left then?" We hold up our hands.

"Compton, Malarkey, Toye, Guarnere, and Stark," says Winters. "Okay." "We're going to make the main attack. Got it?" "Yes, sir." "All right, let's pack it up, guys."

We spread out, and I see Bill walk over to a soldier I don't know, who had been standing behind us the whole time. "Shouldn't you be out there with the rest of the Able Company guys?" asks Toye in a less-than-friendly manner, and I raise an eyebrow. "See you around, Hall," Bill says goodbye to him. Hall looks at me for a moment and seems surprised. "What?" I ask, and he quickly averts his eyes. "Nothing, ma'am."

"Lipton, when you see that we've captured the first weapon, I want you and your TNT as soon as possible," Winters then says, and Lip nods. "Yes, sir." "Okay, just weapons and ammo; leave everything else. If you have spare ammo in a backpack or musette bag, bring it."

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The post I never wanted to make...

It's been a long time coming, but I'm saying goodbye to SessKag writing for now. I honestly don't know if I'll go back to it. Maybe. But fanfiction right now isn't the break from life that it was when I began writing again in 2019 and contributes more stress than relaxation and fun now, and I really just can't keep up with what is added stress in my life anymore. So, I need to move on.

It truly does grieve me to make this decision. I have a lot of great memories and met a lot of great people. I cannot adequately say how much I appreciate the dedicated readers I've had and how sorry I am that some stories will be left hanging. But in the end, a lot of not-so-great stuff that happens behind the scenes that I've not publicly spoken of in this fandom has sucked the fun right out of it.

I still love SessKag, but I can't justify dedicating the amount of time to it that I have anymore. But thank you for the time I got to share with you all. You remain in my heart, and I'll still be around Tumblr for now and over on Discord.

Before I go, I want to leave a couple thoughts. SessKag has always been such a strong, supportive community. When I came back into it in 2019 after being out of the IY fandom in general for a decade, I couldn't have found a stronger community.

But a lot of that has changed. YH bears some blame for that, but it is not solely responsible. And I know I'm not the only one who misses "how things used to be" and not the only one who notices the differences. I note this to say to those who have experienced the same that I see you, and your feelings are valid. And I hope one day we can see the same enthusiasm and support we used to without the drama and, for lack of a better term, mean girl crap that has come in the last couple of years.

In the meantime, I want to highly encourage everyone who loves this fandom to support The Pink Moon Observatory. Link is here as well as on my Tumblr. Any fandom is always going to be a community project, and keeping a fandom from dying requires community support. Not just artists. Not just writers. Not just readers. It takes a village, as they say. It takes a willingness to progress and stay current. And while the Pink Moon Observatory is still in its infancy, I will personally attest to it being championed by a lot of great people in the SessKag community who are dedicated to seeing it flourish again.

I truly do hope the rest of you continue to enjoy things as you always have. I hope that one day I feel differently again and can come back to things. But for my own personal well-being, it's time I take a step back from writing. Love and appreciate you all. You can always reach me through my inbox. <3 ~Dross