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[sukioyakio]

KÖÍNG BLURB/drabble (College au)

warning: SMUTT

Koíng being a loser and being tried of having a skinny body,and so he spend his time in the gym in the winter break.

Köíng being more built then before but is still is a loser.When the break was over he didn’t even really notice about the big changes In his body.

He walked into the hallways without caring about the shock faces or whisper in the hallways.He just went to his locker and got his books and went to the classroom.Where he sit in the same spot as he always does—all he cares is his education and of course his video games.

Everyone is talking about him and how much his changed,most of them were saying how he had a glow up.

And then you were one of the ones that Köíng despised;You were the most bratty person if not THE most bratty in the whole college ever.You were always bully him for enjoyment,for your own self stress relief,for fun.He hated how you looked down on him,how you flexed on your wealth on him.You had such an disrespectful mouth that would make him want to shut that mouth with something up.Your attitude was the same with that mouth. All you really needed was a lesson to be…taught.He would be lying if he said you weren’t gorgeous.

You with a big ego didn’t care whether Köíng had a glow up or how much his body changed.To you he will always be the little skinny nobody;the one you love to bully.And that would be your biggest mistake.

You were on the dirty floor of one the unused classroom,the same room you always bully him.And now your on all floors with your ass revealed to Köíng–your painties were somewhere in the room.Köíng was behind you,and your hands tied behind your back.Your is full of tears and ruined by Köíng hands spanking your ass with such intense pressure.

You were an absolute whimpering mess underneath Köíng.Begging him to stop abusing your poor ass.

Predator eyes boring into yours.Another slap towards your ass,As he watches it jiggle due to his impact.Looking at your pretty little pussy,getting wet from his spanking.

You wouldn’t believe how your body love this,how much your body betrayed you in this moment.

“Such a slut-all it took for you to stop being such a brat is some spanking”Köíng says in raspy low voice,enough for you to make you whimper in pain.An chuckle escapes his throat as he continues doing his lesson on you.

“Please-pls pls pls-please I’m sorry..s-Sorry”Your words filled with pleading,making him laugh at your words.Your words mean nothing towards him.

while you pant heavily like a dumb dog in heat, your ass painful from being spanked repetitively. “Such a very hoe-getting very wet from me spanking you.Your practically making an mess out of yourself slut” he says with another slap on your ass,your ass already having an redness from the spanking.

it was useless for you to get out of his trap,you felt something hard and long.You tense up.

“Wait!!no please Köíng-I can’t be fucked by y-you, ”You said with tears rapidly rolling down your faces,as you looked at him with an expression of pleading eyes and somewhat of disgust.Seeing his hard dick laying on top of your ass,and how big it is.

Ignoring your comments.

“Should’ve have been less of an brat towards me,but I’ll make you my perfect little brat for now”he says in an low husky voice as he grab his meatly cock and angle it towards your entrance,and slowly move it in your pussy.You never felt so sketched out and filled before.

Gasping for air,whimpering and panting as you grip the leather material that holds your hands.

Köíng smirks at your movements.It was just his tip inside your wet tight clit,He use one of his huge hands to hold your tied hands and thurst his whole veiny cock inside.And his other hand gripping tightly on your hip.

Thursting in an out of you in a brutal pace.Holding the your hands with a bruise grip.Your moans were mix with his Goans. The way your pussy clenches on his dick like a tight vine. “It like. .your…pussy-grab my dick s’o it can’t leave,such an greedy pussy”Köíng says in your ear his hot breath hit your ears,his breathing could be heard from you.

The sound of skin slapping could be heard,koing hard balls slapping against your sensitive clit.

“Ngh!!- ffuck kKöíng —afhhh ahh”You moaning,your back arches from his brutal pace.You were feeling so much pleasure from his meaty cock,at the same time pain.Feeling very vein of his cock–The way his stupid cock hits your cervix.You tears rolling down more—your pussy wrapping his cock so perfectly.

“M’hat happened to the brat that w‘as so cocky”He says breathlessly chuckling in a deep huzy voice.His pace brutal goes even faster then before if that a possible.

already cockdrunk,getting stupid off of his big dick. you're barely unable to mutter a coherent sentence out. “Köíng-Köíng kk-Köíng!! .. Köíng”You say like a prayer.As you cum around his dick,you show white when you cum,you thought he would slow down but no.

Hips slamming harder and harder into you, the tip of his cock hitting your spongy cervix.

THAT ALL I HAVE AND IT MY FIRST TIME WRITTING SMUTT SOO YEA and I don’t know how to continue this 😭😭

BUT THANKS TO MY pookie @scoobysnakz

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SORRY FOR NOT POSTING

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Goan to the Dogs, Dougie Wallace

[goantoons]

Say hello to the Goan version of a joyride! Not just people, even our street dog

[pheere]

Dougie Wallace

[santificacion]

DOUGIE WALLACE GOAN THE DOGS

[seen-live]

[kyrasaphira]

“Goan to the Dogs” by Dougie Wallace

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Peter Death

Imagine you being pregnant with Roman's baby when Peter is about to rip out his heart but you end up shooting Peter in the heart with a wolf-killing bullet. Bill Skarsgård and Landon Liboiron end up in Hemlock Grove for the second time.

Warning Blood Kink and It's Roman Godfrey.

How are we here again in Hemlock Grove, Bill asked ?

Idk, Landon said .

Both Bill and Landon had heard someone yelling.

I think that Ik what is going to happen, Bill said.

Fuck. I remember this scene so bad, Landon said .

The scene. Where Roman lets Peter rip his heart out at the end of Season 3.

Both Bill and Landon were caught by surprise when.

Bang!

A gun went off .

I didn't remember a gun going off, Bill said.

Same, Landon said.

Let's go check it out, Landon said.

Y/n. How could you do this, Peter said as he holds his bleeding chest .

I had no choice to kill you bc I'm pregnant with Roman's child and I want him to be here in his son's life and you aren't going to take that away from mine and Roman's child, You said.

Y/n. I told Peter to rip out my heart, Roman said .

This was your idea? I fucking love you Roman Godfrey and I can't raise this baby without you and what about Nadia, You said .

You love me. I'm a monster and how can someone love me, Roman said .

Yes, I love you, Idiot. You are not a monster and I can prove to you that you aren't one, You own my heart and Nadia loves you Roman, You said.

Prove it that you love me. Kiss me then, Roman said as he walks up to you and looks into your eyes.

You look into Roman's green eyes before you grab his face and smash your lips onto his .

Roman starts to kiss you back as his hands go under your shirt.

Ok. That is enough and we can finish this later, You said.

Question. Peter is a werewolf but how did a bullet hit him in the chest and start the bleeding, Roman asked?

I had a wolf-killing bullet in the gun and that's how it started bleeding out, You said.

Where did you even get a wolf-killing bullet in the first place, Roman asked?

I'm a Winchester remember and I used to be a hunter, You said.

You are lucky that I love you Winchester, Roman said .

Ik but I love you too Godfrey, You said as you give Roman a smirk.

Ugh, Peter goan in the background.

How isn't the fucker dead yet, You said.

I thought that the bullet in the chest would kill him, Roman said.

It would but I'm going to try again, You said.

Your little bullet didn't kill me, Peter said as he was cut off by you .

Oops, You said before you shot him in the forehead .

What the hell just happen, Landon said as he gives Bill a horror look.

Idk. Instead of me dying and it was you instead, Bill said.

Your face was cover in Peter's blood and Roman was looking at you with lust in his eyes.

Next thing. . Roman had grab your face and started to lick off the blood.

Roman, You said.

What, Roman said as his face was cover in blood.

Did you just lick me like a dog, You asked ?

Maybe and I just want another taste of it, Roman said.

Go ahead, You said before Roman start to lick the blood off your face again and moaning like crazy.

The father of my child has a blood kink but I'm not surprised at all, You said.

I think that I'm scared for life now, Landon said .

I would be too if I was you, Bill said.

[government-toppats]

Reggi... *Turns back to QS!Right growling at him briefly, before turning to Reg, getting out a small bit of bandages* I don't know if these'll help much, but they can be used to stop the bleeding - dog-pile

"Thank you dog-pile. But dont worry I am okay." Reginald siad putting on the bandages.

"Reg, I am so sorry." Right said in a very upset tone.

"Righty love, please I already said I am okay."

QS!Right goaned.

"Righty why dont you go take a walk around base to calm down." QS!Charles said

Right hugged TT and nuzzled them before storming off.

"We are terribly sorry about our boyfriend. He isnt usally like this." QS!Charles said

[imma-new-soul]

Radio Static

A/N: This was suppose to be something else but turned into.. well this. Thanks to @mushyjellybeans for telling me to keep this and save it for late 💛💛 and for @babiiface95 for motivating me to write my first smut scene

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: You were a field nurse for the U.S Army stationed out in a foreign country. When most the soldier’s you were stationed with meet a grim demise it left you stranded and alone in an unfamiliar setting. After month’s of surviving on your own you find a wounded soldier and nurse him to heal. Suddenly your small comfortable world is not so small anymore (shit I suck at Summarys .. oh well)

Warning: Sexual content ( the section that is NSFW is labeled and doesn’t affect the plot in anyway so if you want to just skip it you can DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER ), Angst, Strong language, mention of blood and injury, last but not least!! FLUFF? Maybe? I think

Word Count: 2.8k. MASTERLIST

You didn’t miss the softness and warmth of your bed in Brooklyn or the coffee from the shop in the corner, even though they had the good stuff compared to whatever was sitting in your small steel mug. Those things seemed like luxuries from a life so long ago. Stiff green cots and food that came from small tan bags were your new luxuries and you didn’t mind at all. 

The tour you were on was supposed to only be six months in a dense forest of some foreign country but ended up lasting a lot longer than anyone expected. All of the men in the group you were deployed with were long gone. Wounds too severe to continue fighting or worse, some had succumb to their injuries and never made it home. 

The war had taken everyone from you. Desperately you called out for rescue on a radio that was left behind from one of the soldiers. Each moment you waited by it, hoping to hear a response but none ever came. Your dreams drifted into the void of its own silence

For many months you’ve lived in this forest alone  surviving off of whatever was left at the old basecamp. Time slowly diminishing your rations and your hope of rescue. Being a field nurse you learned many things and being resourceful was one. 

Seeing that your food was running low you set off into the jungle every morning to scavenge for your next meal. Over time scavenging became hunting and hunting became second nature. Living this way, having to survive off of the land and all it provided wasn’t a curse but a blessing in disguise.

The shine of the moonlight kissed your skin goodnight and the insect’s that chirped sung you sweet soft lullabies. The pitter-patter of small and large creatures did not frighten you, it made you feel less alone. 

****

The day had been kind to you in the way that there were plenty of berries and fresh water to find. You smiled as you felt the cool water underneath your feet but your smile faltered when you heard a familiar sound. It was close enough to hear the bass of the noise but fair enough for the sound to almost dissipate in the air, making it harder to track.

You took a step forward hoping the noise amplified towards the direction you walked. The deep sound bounced through the tree line drawing you further into the dense. You were able to finally make out the sound “Help me, Someone PLEASE help me!!”. The shouts cut through the air till you finally found its source.

Beneath a fallen tree laid a soldier bathed in blood and mud faced down on the dirt. His screams muted when he heard the dispersed twigs from the tree crack under your feet. You rushed over to him lifting up the truck of the tree that pinned his arm to the ground.

Instantly he rolled onto his back heaving for air and clutching his wounded arm. The pressure from the tree helped stop the blood flow from the deep cut that was on his forearm but as soon as the pressure was taken off, blood started to drip from his cut soaking the already damp ground. In one blink you ripped a strand of cloth from your shirt and tied it around his arm stopping any further blood loss. 

He winced in pain, moans and goans slipping from his lips. “It’s going to be okay, just breath, you have to breath” you instructed and with hot tears trailing down his face he took one hard deep breath to steady his heart. Leaning over him you pressed a cool metal canteen to his lips lifting his head so he could take a sip of fresh cold water. 

You were able to make out the letters that where velcroed to the chest of his uniform jacket and the dog tags that hung from around his neck. “James Buchanan Barnes, you’re a Sargent?, How did you get all the way out here? Where are the rest of your men?” Interrogating questions flew from your brain right out of you mouth with little reserve. “M-My names Bucky, and their … their all dead” he voiced, strained and hoarse from holding back tears. 

Just by one single glance of him you knew he needed more medical tending to then just the improvised bandage that wrapped around his arm already soaked in blood. So you lifted him up as gently as you could, swinging his uninjured arm over your shoulder and wrapping your hand around his waist. 

Bucky saw no reason to go unwillingly. Your voice was soft and so was your touch. You were his heroin an angel that appeared to him in what he thought was his last moments. 

It took one whole staining, grueling hour to get him back to your old basecamp where the rest of your medical supplies were. In that time Bucky passed out from exhaustion but most likely from blood loss. You placed him down slowly laying him on your cot as you stripped him from his boots and large muddy pants to examine his body. Another large gash sat on his thigh a few inches above his knee. The rest of his body was riddled with smaller less severe cuts.

Cleaning him up and stitching his injures depleted most of your medical resources, so you made a mental note that from here on out you had to be extra cautious not to hurt yourself in anyway. After Bucky was patched up nicely he started to come to. 

You sat beside him while he stirred and shifted his body finally waking after three hours. “Bucky, can you hear me?” You whispered softly to not startle the man. He gave a small nod groaning in pain while his eyes stood shut. “I’m going out to get you something for your pain” you reassured him placing your hand on his shoulder to show him some form of tenderness after such a harsh morning. Bucky nodded again this time opening his eyes slightly  to meet yours. 

It didn’t take long to find the plants you were looking for Lactuca virosa, a type of wild lettuce that’s known for its pain relieving properties. As you approached the base you spotted Bucky hunched against a tree trying to steady himself enough to walk. Rushing over to him you lead him towards a chair that you’d often sit on and watch the stars at night or listen to the animal scurry. 

“Hey you have to rest, you’re not supposed to be on your feet yet, you’re gonna pop the stitches on your thigh” you strained. Bucky let out a loud huff of air in annoyance and agreed. You handed him the plant that you fetched and instructed him to consume the whole thing stem and all, and he did as he was told.

Bucky submitted to every request and demand you made. He put complete trust in you with little reason behind his logic. He didn’t even know your name or why you were helping him but he felt safe. Safe was not something he felt in a long time.  

****

Three weeks had passed since you found Bucky helplessly pinned to the ground. He was strong and his wounds were healing quickly. 

In the first week you cared for him intensely, changing his bandages routinely so no infection settled in. You bathed him and even spoon fed him while he recovered.  

The second week was a lot different, although he wasn’t completely healed he was able to walk around. You taught him how to undress and dress his bandages and purify the water brought back to camp. He even learned how to work the radio and call out for rescue each morning. 

By the third week Bucky was almost healed and hunting right by your side. It wasn’t something he picked up quickly. He had to be patient and quiet  two traits that didn’t come naturally.

Although you knew he was a perfectly capable man you felt the need to protect him. You cared for him more than you probably should. Bucky was kind and light hearted. Very different from the men you were stationed with. He never made advances towards you even though he wanted to, his eyes never lingered on places they shouldn’t, and his touch never felt threatening or unwanted. 

Bucky knew he was in love with by the first week he meet you. No one’s ever cared or took care of him like you did. He learned so much from you and your beauty was unparalleled.

You enjoyed his company also, being alone wasn’t something you wanted anymore. It felt as if you and Bucky where the only people on Earth and in a way it was true.

Bucky enjoyed the peacefulness of everything, there were no loud gunshots or explosions that left his ears ringing for days. There was a calm there, he was actually able to rest, actually able to breath. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder every few seconds or sleep with one eye open. It was a paradise and you made it even more so.

Even though Bucky tried the radio everyday he didn’t really want to actually be rescued, it meant he’d have to go back to the chaos and destruction of war. 

****

It’s been weeks that you had your eyes on one particularly sweet juicy fruit that hung from a large stretched tree. You waiting patiently for it to ripen and today it’s color seemed perfect for picking. As you ascended up the hard tricky truck the branch that bared your weight snapped and sent you plummeting to the ground.

A loud thud rang out through the air followed by high streaks of pain. You managed to lift yourself slowly from the floor. Your body was weak and sore all over. You weren’t sure if there were any further damage except for small bruises and cuts so you dusted yourself of and slowly walk back to camp feeling defeated.

When you arrived Bucky’s faces contorted into pure horror leaving you confused by his response. He quickly sat up from where was sitting to rush by your side.

“You’re bleeding, what happen to you?” Bucky asked concern laced in his words. Just then you felt the warm wet flush of blood drip down your chest. There was a  relatively long rip present on your shirt exposing the torn skin just under your collarbone. Blood stained the area quickly and flashes of white hot pain coursed through your muscles.  

Bucky lead you to his set assuring you were safe if you ended up passing out. Without a second thought he ripped the shirt from your body to remove the dirty stained fabric from your skin. 

You wound was a lot worse then Bucky first thought, large thin splinters from the tree stuck out from your skin and blood dripped constantly.  

He ran to retrieve a cloth and sat beside you placing it on the wound and pressing firmly. You screamed in pain yanking his hand away.

“Bucky you have to get the splinters out and then stitch me up” you said in a low breathy voice

“There’s so much blood ..i..dont know.. I don’t think I could do that” Bucky stammered

“Look at me” you held him wrist while he looked into your eyes 

“You can do this I believe in you, just do as I say. Okay” you instructed and Bucky agreed nodding his head rapidly.

**** NSFW ****

You started to talk him through the process very slowly trying to keep him calm and steady. one of his hands carefully picked out the wood while the other pressed on your shoulder holding you in place. Ever prick sent an immense amount of pain through you so you clutched Bucky’s thigh baring down on him.  

When the last stitch was in place Bucky cleaned you up and finally let out a deep breath in relief. 

“You did it” you smile through your teeth proud of him. You gave his thigh a tight squeeze as you spoke up again. 

“I knew you could do it” Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when he felt your hand so close to his groin. He was so caught up in the moment he hadn’t noticed the placement of your hand. His sight quickly darted to your fingers and back up to your eyes .  

Your faces were close enough that if he leaned in just a few more inches he could have a taste of your soft sweet lips. Your breath on his face further amplified the heat that was emanating from his body. His stare bounced from your lips to your eyes and back to your lips. 

Faithfully you leaned in towards him pressing your lips to his. Your hand moving up his body till it grabbed at his hair pulling him in closer. You parted your lips allowing Bucky’s tongue to enter your mouth. His tongue swirled and lapped around expertly, licking your bottom lip and taking it in between his teeth expelling small breathy moan from you. 

He growled back in response. Your moan sending blood rushing down towards his length. Bucky’s hand scanned your body roaming over every inch of your heated flesh till they fell to your hips. He tugged at you pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him, not once removing his lips from yours. 

Both your hands found its way into his hair tugging slightly. Bucky pulled back finally breaking the kiss to trailing his plump wet lips across your jaw and down to your neck. He peppered small delicate kisses on your skin, licking a strip from your collarbone up to ear. 

He felt the goosebumps that rose on your arms and flushed your body. With a soft devilish chuckle he nibbled on your neck drawing another loud moan from your lips. You moved your hips against his feeling a need starting to grow in your stomach. 

The hardness of him through the thin fabric of his shorts created a wetness that was pool in your underwear. 

He guided your hips, moving you back and forth on his lap pressing you harder into him till his breath hitched in his throat. 

“Babe your gonna have to ride me right now before I blow without getting to feel that tight pussy squeezing this hard cock” he grunted, breath falling onto your neck. You purred back,  slowly lifting yourself off of his lap to dispose of the rest of his and your clothes and climbing back into his thighs. 

He pressed his lips on yours again devouring you at a despite pace, Your wet core hoovering dangerously above his stiff member. Holding your waist Bucky slowly pushing you down onto him. His manhood prodding at your soaked entrance inching you down little by little. When his whole length disappeared inside of you, you both threw your heads back exhaling in ecstasy.

You held still for a moment as your walls adjusted to his size, squeezing tightly around him. He bucked his hips up signaling you to start moving. You grinded down on him extremely slow. The teasing speed driving Bucky mad. He moaned at the intimacy of this moment closing his eyes focusing on the feeling of him pumping into your quivering wetness. 

You had enough of this slow torture so you decided to sped up your pace bouncing hungrily on him. Loud long moans left your lips echoing in the wide open space around you. Bucky placed his hands on your back pulling you to his chest while he slammed into you. He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder still railing you furiously. 

Your orgasm hit you without warning leaving you breathlessly screaming his name, Buckys wasn’t far behind and as your high rippled through your body tightening your walls Bucky spilled into you. His heat coating your walls and dripping down onto thigh. 

Out of breath and spent he lifted his head and kissed you again, this time it was soft and passionate. You could feel his love pouring out of his chest and making its way to yours. 

**** SFW ****

The sharp sound of static chirps through your ears snapping you back to reality. You whipped your head back towards the noise trying to make out the sound. There was another loud static noise seconds later. 

You jumped to your feet walking towards the sound.  It was coming from the radio, faded voice broke through the static. 

“ This is General Mason, we reserved your distress signal, are you still in need of assistance?” The man on the other side repeated himself over and over again. 

You turned to Bucky who was pulling up his pants, your face painted with disbelief. You pressed the mic to your lips but before you could respond Bucky reached out for the non turning the radio completely off.

You looked up at him a bit shocked till a huge water eyed smile spread across your face. Bucky pulled you into him wrapping his large arms around you as you sunk into his chest.

“I don’t want to leave I never want to leave this place” Bucky whispered as he swayed with you slowly. 

“ i don’t either” you replied tears streaming from your eyes. 

****

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[fishsticksloser]

Morning Tabi! Could you gift me with headcanons for the RFA trying to make an MC that keeps repeating "five more minutes" to finally wake up and get ready for the day, please? Tooooootally not projecting here.

5 More Minutes

RFA x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Zen

He was awake when your alarm went off

He was actually getting ready for a shower

He heard you mumble something before pressing snooze

Maybe you're just really tired?

Goes into the bathroom and starts his shower

Hears the alarm 2 more times

When he gets out to, he goes over to you right as it goes off again

He hears you mumble 5 more minutes

He laughs, pressing dismiss

"MC, you've pressed snooze 4 times."

Okay and?

"You need to get up."

Bribes you with all your favorite breakfast foods

Even says he won't kiss you till you're out of bed

Eventually you get out because who can resist him?

Yoosung

Hears your alarm and groans

Let's be honest he does the same thing

He says it first as you push the snooze button

On the second one, he gets up

But you still say 5 more minutes and go back to sleep

He gets ready and even starts to make breakfast for the two of you

You've pressed snooze 6 times

"MC, breakfast is ready."

You haven't come in yet

Lowkey panics

Soon you're stumbling into the kitchen like a zombie

Jaehee

Wishes she could

But the alarm goes off and she's out of bed

You say the dreaded 5 more minutes and press snooze

She's shocked

Why do you get to and I don't

She shakes you gently

"You have to get up."

You shake your head and say 5 more minutes

She sighs and goes to make coffee

She knows you can do this all day

Once coffee is made she goes back into your room with coffee in hand

Your a heavy sleeper, so there's only one thing to do

"MC, THE HOUSE ITS ON FIRE!"

You bolt up and run to her

She hands you coffee and tells you she'll be home later

Jumin

He's already up when your alarm goes off

He's ready for when you get up...

But you don't

You press snooze and roll over

He doesn't understand

"MC, what are you doing?"

"You must get up."

5 more minutes

He actually laughs

He'd never heard that

Jumin, you're your own boss, can't you go in anytime you want?

"I'm not my own boss."

Close enough

Then you're back asleep

You guys have a flight today

It leaves in 2 hours, but he wanted to spend the morning with you around the city

"Darling, please get up."

You goan before turning around

Puppy dog eyes from Juju and you're up

Seven

He had an all nighter due to work, but brought his laptop to bed to lay next to you

You weren't facing him in the morning when your alarm went off

But he heard you say 5 more minutes, but you pressed dismiss

You rolled over and placed your head on his chest

He let you sleep

That was until he realized you had slept for another hour

Step one: throw off all the blankets

Step two: pin you down

Step three: tickle you

He followed the 3 simple steps

You gasped and giggled and thrashed around trying to get away from him

You two fell onto the floor, Seven underneath you

Both were gasping for air from all the laughing and the fall

You swear to never say 5 more minutes again

[pheere]

Dougie Wallace

[rugrat-club]

Short blurb; asking for a pet

wanting a house pet was something you wanted for a long time, even as a kid. But diego wouldn’t budge. He always said the same thing “they’re so much work”. “Diego, please!” You beged like a child, showing puppy dog eyes and a pout. “Baby, do you know how much effort you have to put inside a pet” he shifted from his spot on the couch. “Yes, I do.” “If I say yes what do I get in exchange?” He cocked a brow with a grin apon his lips. “A kiss”. “That’s all?” He whined. “Fine. I’ll make out with you.”. You playfully rolled your eyes. “Now go put on your jacket, so we can go to the animal shelter!” You cheered with excitement, clapping your hands. He goaned standing from the couch. “I don’t understand why you can’t just settle for a cabbage patch doll?”

[norarbecker]

Basic Information

Full name: Nora Ruth Becker Real name: Naomi Lee Falk Pronunciation: /norə ruθ bɛkɚ/ Nickname(s): tbd Birthdate: July 9th, 1990  Age: 29 Zodiac: Cancer (Aquarius moon, Gemini rising) Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her Romantic orientation: Biromantic Sexual orientation: Bisexual Nationality: American Ethnicity: English, Goan Indian, Austrian Jewish Current location: Florida Living conditions: Organized chaos. She tends to leave her things littered about, bed haphazardly made, and empty water glasses on her bedside table. 

Background

Birthplace: Fort Campbell, Kentucky Hometown: Has moved around all her life; spent the most time of her childhood at Fort Knox in KY, a base just south of Louisville. However, at this point Nora considers Chicago more her home than anywhere else.  Social Class: Middle class Education achievements: B.A. in Muiltimedia Journalism from Loyola University Father: Isaac Falk [deceased] Mother: Anicka Falk Siblings: Elijah Falk (older brother, 42, insurance broker) + Lara González (older sister, 34, stay-at-home mother) Pets: St. Bernard mix named Rufus, given to her older brother after relocation Previous relationships: TBD Arrests: None Prison time: None

Occupation & Income

Current occupation: Front desk at the public library Dream occupation: Investigative journalist for the New York Times or private detective Past job(s): Retail sales associate, editorial assistant for the Chicago Tribune, editor for Chicago Tribune in World News department, blogger and undercover journalist Spending habits: Sporadically spends too much money on Amazon trinkets and bulk paper towel, but otherwise reasonable In debt?: Yes (student loans were nearly paid off prior to relocation) Most valuable possession: Her laptop and external hard drive. She meticulously backs up each and every piece she’s ever written, drafts and all.

Skills & Abilities

Physical strength: Average Speed: Average Intelligence: Above Average Accuracy: Below average Agility: Average Stamina: Above Average Teamwork: Works better in a team than she does alone, mostly because she gets sidetracked when left to her own devices.  Talents: Writing, compiling information, lip-reading, empathy Shortcomings: Impulsivity, can’t let things go, nosy, self-righteous Languages spoken: English, can read some very basic Hebrew Drive?: Yes Jump-start a car?: No Change a flat tyre?: No Ride a bicycle?: Yes Swim?: Yes Play an instrument?: No Play chess?: Yes Braid hair?: No Tie a tie?: No Pick a lock?: Yes Cook?: Yes

Physical Appearance & Characteristics

Faceclaim: Meaghan Rath Eye color: Dark brown Hair color: Brown, lightens in the sun Hair type/style/length: 2a, long, typically pulled back into a ponytail Glasses/contacts?: No Dominant hand: Right Height: 5′6″ Weight: 130lb/59kg Build: Average/slim build Exercise habits: Inconsistent. Goes through phases where she runs for five days straight, doesn’t exercise again for two weeks, repeat. Skin tone: Type III Tattoos: Her father’s service number in typeface on her inner right wrist Piercings: Ears (lobes double pierced, helix) Marks/scars: Oblong-shaped birthmark on ribs below left breast, approximately 2in/5cm in length. Clothing style: Casual, worn-out, and a bit basic; only owns extremely dark-wash or black jeans and typically pairs with neutral, warm-toned t-shirts or sweaters. Her clothing is often a bit wrinkled, as she tends to wear things a few times before washing. Jewelry/Accessories: Glasses that she should wear more often than she does. Though her vision isn’t terrible, she’s a touch near-sighted.  Allergies: Pollen Diet: Enjoys eating a healthy variety, but tends to give into impulse cravings (she has a sweet tooth). Physical ailments: Asthma

Psychology

MBTI type: ISFP-T (The Adventurer) Enneagram type: Type 4 (The Individualist) Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Temperament: Phlegmatic Element: Water Emotional stability: Depends on the day; can be inconsistently moody or sensitive, but generally bottles it up.  Introvert or Extrovert?: Depends on environment and how comfortable she is, skews introvert. Obsession(s): Solving a perceived mystery/puzzle Compulsion(s): Asking too many questions Phobia(s): Fear of suffocation, acrophobia (fear of heights) Addiction(s): None Drug use: None Alcohol use: Occasionally Prone to violence?: No Prone to crying?: When overwhelmed, yes Believe in love at first sight?: No

Mannerisms

Accent: Generally a neutral Midwestern/Chicagoan accent; slips into a more Southern, Kentucky-esque twang when angry or drunk Speech quirks: None Hobbies: Writing, snacking at night, sodoku/crosswords Habits: Leaving her belongings around with the intention of putting them away later, picking at her cuticles, chewing the end of pens Nervous ticks: Jiggling her leg, wandering eyes Drives/motivations: Justice, being right, making her mother proud Fears: Being forgotten Sense of humour?: Sarcastic and sometimes a bit stupid Do they curse often?: Yes

Favorites

Animal: Dog   Beverage: Ginger beer   Book: Fahrenheit 451 Color: Yellow   Food: Pecan pie Flower: Sunflowers  Gem: Opal Mode of transportation: Bus or biking Scent: Jasmine, wet pavement, freshly baked bread bread Sport: American soccer Weather: Crisp, sunny winter day after an overnight snow Vacation destination: Iceland

Attitudes

Greatest dream: To be a successful journalist and traveler Greatest fear: That her loved ones will forget her in her absence Most at ease when: Writing on her laptop in bed Least as ease when: Discussing her private emotions Worst possible thing that could happen: Never having any contact with her family members again, being discovered and harmed Biggest achievement: Graduating college Biggest regret: Being careless enough to affect her personal life with her writing

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I Used to Live Next to A Marsh:

I moved 2 years ago same small town in Southern Maine but different location closer inland and surrounded by a dense forest.

In the old house we saw a lot of things.

Like the time my dogs spent 3 weeks pulling out fresh bits and pieces of dear that didn't seem to age. They pulled out the head first.

I used to hear almost too human moaning and goaning as I would take my late night walks. It sounded like the trees were crying.

The winter i feel into the marsh behind our house and sunk down to my chest and miraculously got lifted out without anyone around.

My dogs pit that they found right next to a shed in the backyard that neither me or my siblings could find something that would reach the bottom of it.

The eyes that would watch us during our bomb fires.

God the mosquitoes.

The white 'dog' that I saw multiple times watch me from the edge of the dense woods along my road.

The black 'dog' that was half the size of my parents car that ran along side them in the night down our street.

The flashing lights I would see outside my bedroom window facing the backyard.

My brother nearly dying due to a widow maker falling while he was chopping wood and somehow getting saved my the top of our very unsteady woodshed.

The time my dad caught his axe on the old rusted zip line above the chopping area. He got flung a foot and landed flat on his back. The axe missing his head by an inch and burrying itself into the ground so deep it took my dad and my brother to get it out.

The yellow eyes that watched me as I slept when I was younger outside my window. Which was two stories up. (Trick of the light most likely though still...)

The faint carnival music I listened to for and hour and a half coming out of the marsh every 3 or 4 days for a month or so. I had a video of it but it got lost with my old phone.

The way the trees were slanted on flat ground like they were pushed.

The crys and screams I would here from my window sometimes at the same time as the music.

The fallen tree that had been there all my life suddenly was gone 2 weeks before we moved.

The first time in my life that my cherry tree blossomed was the days before we moved.

The fact that I followed my 'brother' into the woods through a clearing into another street on the other side. I never caught up to him and when I made it to the road he was gone. I got picked up by my mom and found my brother asleep inside.

The comfort of walking through my street at night and the sudden waves of terror as I passed clearing on the side of the road and would hear soft humming coming from. I never did look. I hope no one did.

My younger sister getting tripped by my dog and breaking her femur in the same spot as my dads axe incident 9 years prior.

The entire street frezing over during winter so much so that I was slidding the entire way to the end of the road for school but no one else's roads seemed to be affected at all.

Maybe I'll remember some more.