i swear this is the best moment in the entire game

i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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Halftime Show*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show.
Word Count: 1.8k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.]
Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up, guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare to do this to us!”

Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.

“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.

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Dating Richie Tozier Would Include...

- This is how you met

- After that, as the school year went on, the group he hung around clicked into place and you were happy to be part of it.

- Bill, Stan and Eddie were confused at why you and Richie suddenly liked each other, but they grew to like you too.

- Sass competitions. All the time.

- Getting Richie out of trouble is your job, usually.

- “WHAT HAPPENED?

- *Richie, with his heavily ruffled hair, bleeding lip and bruised EVERYTHING.* “I ran into a lamp post?

- *You raise an eyebrow*

- “…You know how Patrick Hockstetter always brings vodka to school?

- “Please no.

- “I may or may not have replaced it with vinegar. And bug replant.

- “I…I can’t even complain that sounds amazing.” 

- Stealing wearing his glasses.

- He acts pissed off but secretly thinks it’s kinda hot. 

- You help him when his mom having an episode, which happens a lot. Richie actually likes spending the night at your house because:

+ Movie nights™

+ Cuddles for hours

+ Junk food for days

+ Kissing sometimes gets heated, in the best way

+ You randomly boop his nose because fuck it he’s so cute

- When his mom is completely out of control he comes to your house with a hand shaped bruise on his cheek and you feel the urge to march right back to his house and punch her.

- You tried to help but he wouldn’t look you in the eye.

- Gently stroking his bruised cheek until he calms down.

- Richie doesn’t think you noticed that his eyes were red and watery but you did.

Even more cuddling

+ He’s the little spoon when he’s sad ‘cuz he likes to have your arms around his waist and you hug him from the back like a koala. You usually sling one leg over his hip and pull him closer 

+ Falling sleep on the couch

- You knew he only cussed to get the attention his mother never gave him, and you cussed right along with him so he wouldn’t feel alone. You knew that he needed attention so you gave it to him.

- Getting super defensive when people at school call him “Bucky Beaver” because of his buck teeth and glasses.

- You never call him this in public for the sake of his “trashmouth, practical joker” imagine but in private his nickname is Bambi because of his big doe eyes.

+ “I swear to god if you call me that one more ti-

+ “Mmm, sure Bambi.

+ He secretly loves how softly you say it. 

- You never told the other Losers that you were dating him, until Ben walked in on the two of you making out kissing a bit.

- To quote Ben: “I’m not even going to ask.”

- Over the summer you get a hammock

+ Sleeping on Richie’s chest

+ This boi has one foot on the ground so he can rock the hammock to keep you asleep

+ Cuz he thinks you look adorable when you’re dreaming

- When the missing children reports become too frequent Richie holds your hand a little bit tighter.

- You weren’t there when he was attacked by “It” but you knew something was wrong the moment you saw him.

- When he found a missing kid poster with his face on it in the Neibolt House, you were the one to tell him it wasn’t real. He wouldn’t be forgotten like the other kids as long as you were alive to remember.

+ Also you MAY have grabbed the paper, torn it to pieces, thrown the torn bits on the floor and stomped on them like a rabid donkey. For good measure.

+ *Richie has never felt so many emotions at the same time in his life*

- When Bill and Richie get into a fight after Neibolt House you were there to pick Richie off the ground but he swats your hand away.

- You’re shocked because no one will listen to you and Beverly.

- Trying to explain that IT will kill all of you if you split up. It’s no use. Even Richie stomps away.

- You attempt to pull him back to Bill so they could work it out but he nearly throws you to the ground to get your hand off his arm.

+ So, since his rudeness rubbed off on you, you punched him

+ By “accident”

- And for the entire month that the Losers were split up, so were you and Richie. 

- To get your mind off all the clown shit you went to the arcade. Well a humdidum dumbass is what you are because the arcade is where Richie is. ALL. THE. TIME. 

- But again, his stubbornness rubbed off on you, so even when you saw him, you refused to leave and resorted to avoiding him. You weren’t sure if he saw you; he was really into his game.

- And at 10:30, when the arcade was technically closed, he was still inside. He probably gave the owner money to let him stay. 

+ The arcade to Richie was like a bar to adults; a way to forget.

- You sat on the curb outside the arcade, sipping a slushie. You were supposed to go home, but since the clown at Neibolt you were scared of the flickering street lamps that lined your way home, and the arcade and other shops gave off a nice, bright light.

+ It was comforting in a way. Very aesthetic. 

- And Richie almost falls down on the curb next to you

- You want to be mad, but he looks so tired from staring at a screen all day, although you suspect the video games aren’t the reason his eyes are glassy.

- “Got kicked out?

- “Yeah.

- “Out of house or arcade?

- “…Both.

- You stand up and hand him the slushie, which he sips gratefully.

- “You’re leaving?

- He looks exactly like a puppy, with huge brown eyes and messy hair. Well, a puppy in glasses, anyway. 

- “If I’m leaving, you’re leaving with me.

- Richie gives you a sleepy smile and takes you hand.

+ The entire way to your house he slumps against you, sometimes falling asleep mid step and his head falls on your shoulder.

- This boi. This fUCKING BOI. WHO PLAYED VIDEO GAMES FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT. IS USING YOU AS A PILLOW.

- At one point he closes his eyes and walks with them closed, his cheek pressed against your shoulder for support.

- Remember those nights when he comes over after a really bad day? This is one of them.

- So for the night, you and him are too tired to think about the huge fight.

- In the morning tho, you wake up to slightly burnt bacon and very burnt toast.

- Which would be nice, but..

- “How did you burn the toast but not the bacon? The toaster has a TIMER.

- “It’s called Satan’s charcoal bread dispenser and you’re welcome.”

+ He’d feel soo bad for fighting with you??? Like, REALLY BAD

+ I mean, you did punch him in the face, so you and him were kinda even, but he still did all this extra shit

+ Playing with your hair

+ Sharing chocolate stolen from the store

+ Braiding your hair and you’re like “Richie??? You’re very good with your hands???

- Yeah… you probably shouldn’t have said that.

- Richie never stops smirking. Holy fuck.

- “You know what else I can do wit-

- “NO! Nope! No, no, no. Keep doin’ what you’re doing and shut up.

- Really though, no fucking white paper-ass motherfucking bitchass dumbass pixie stick addict looking clown with a shitty pumpkin guts Halloween wig could break you and Richie apart. Period. 


High

Summary: You’re on pain meds, and won’t stop running your mouth.

Word Count: 876

Warnings: swearing, talk of drugs, implied smut, mentions of leg fracture

A/N: Just a small drabble-ish piece that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while :) It’s been hard for me to write part 3 of Fading because I haven’t been in the mood to write angst lately :/


“What the hell is wrong with her?” Sam gestures to you with a nod of his head, referring to your current state. You rest your chin on your hand, propping your elbow up on the table as you stare directly at a water bottle, facing the living room.

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Here Are My Colors

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine

Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)

Warnings:  swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry

A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.

ALSO, I have no words as to how PROUD I am of this fic, it’s UNREAL. It took me so long to write and I love it, it’s basically my child. PLEASE ENJOY.

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Best Laid Plans

Properly late this time.

(Also posted on AO3)


“Alright!” Teddy said loudly clapping his hands.

Victoire rolled her eyes, “We’re all right ‘ere, Teddy. You don’t need to shout.”

“This is the very important first meeting of the-” Teddy hesitated and bought time by climbing up to stand on the empty teacher’s desk in the classroom they were meeting in, “The Cupid Club!”

Peter groaned.

“That is an 'orrible name,” Victoire frowned.

Daisy and Saanvi giggled, leaning into one another.

“Whatever,” Teddy said dismissively, “We can work out a better name later. The important thing is, we’re all here for one united purpose!” He paused to gesture dramatically and the other students stared at him, Daisy and Saavi giggled.

Teddy sighed, “You could show a little more enthusiasm, you know!”

“Should we clap?” Peter asked.

“Get on with it, Ted,” Victoire prompted with an exasperated smile.

Teddy said, “Fine. So, we’ve all seen my cousin and godfather, the illustrious Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy, flirting-”

“Insults really don’t seem like flirting to me,” Victoire said. To try and quell Teddy’s puppy dog expression she added, “They do look good together.”

Saanvi sighed, “Have you seen how Professor Potter smiles when Professor Malfoy talks with him?”

“He just lights up!” Daisy said with a giggle, “It’s the sweetest thing.”

“But what about Professor Malfoy?” Victoire said, “ 'E is always sneering and smirking at 'arry.”

“He stares at his arse.”

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Why Does Jonsa Make Complete Political Sense?

Trying to make sense of the puzzle and how it could inform the endgame.

This is a long one.

*Spoiler* I think it is a Jon Snow / Sansa Stark marriage. Even if you don’t agree that the story has foreshadowed this or that the scenes between Jon and Sansa were written with a romantic subtext…it will be the only logical political solution for the story.

First, a quick refresher on the changes Westeros has already undergone.

Season 1 / Episode 1

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painted kisses

pairing: tom holland x reader

requested?: yes, by the lovely @tomhollandxreader ! i hope this is what you were after :-)

word count: 1253

summary: tom gets a little restless while wandering through the local art gallery so the reader comes up with a game to keep them amused.

+

“i don’t mean to be rude,” tom whispered in your ear, arms slung over your shoulders, “but that’s quite possibly the ugliest painting i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

you snorted, turning your eyes away from the beige and grey depiction of european scenery and elbowed your boyfriend gently in the ribs, making him laugh and double over.

“why are you whispering?”

tom stopped giggling and made an indignant face, looking around the room.

“you never know who might be listening. any one of those people might be the artist.”

turning around, you glanced around the interior of the local art gallery’s main hall. it was especially quiet for a saturday afternoon and a few lonely patrons wandered the corridors on either side of you – mainly elderly people here for the history and young hipsters here for the aesthetic. a solitary security guard leant against the entrance pillar, eyes glued to his phone screen. you looked back at tom, who tilted his head towards the guard, eyebrows raised.

“no,” you rolled your eyes, smiling and walking on, “he’s definitely not the artist.”

“how do you know?”

tom shuffled after you, hands pushed into his jeans. your lazy saturday dates out around the town had become a regular thing, ever since you’d started dating four months ago. now neither of you bothered to dress up too much but tom still looked effortlessly good. his black skinnies fit perfectly and the white rose t-shirt harrison had lent him was carefully rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his biceps. you reached for his hand and he met you half-way, letting your intertwined fingers hang down between the two of you as you entered the next room.

“tom, that hall is literally called ‘the renaissance era’. that’s the 13th and 14th century - there’s no way the artist is still alive,” you poked your tongue out and he grinned, running a hand through his unruly curls.

“fine, miss history-buff. but seriously, how was that painting art-gallery-worthy? i’m like, 99% sure that pads could’ve done something better.”

you laughed and squeezed his hand.

“okay, i got an idea. if you want to do something fun and avoid the shitty art, let’s play a game!”

tom stopped you and drew back a little, raising his left eyebrow in a question.

“y/n, it’s a public art gallery.”

you shushed him and pulled out your phone, cheeks getting red with excitement.

“go along with it, i promise it’ll be fun! do you have your phone on you?”

tom dazedly pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and handed it over, too busy watching you to care. he thought you looked especially beautiful today under the clean white light of the gallery, and he knew you well enough to know that your good ideas always turned out to be something that he would add to his collection of best memories with you.

“baby?”

“sorry,” he smiled, blinking once to wake himself up and looking down at you. you held his phone up to him and tom took it, returning his hand to yours and kissing your forehead quickly. “so what’s this fantastic plan of yours?”

you smiled and tapped your phone on his chest lightly.

“we’re going to have an art scavenger hunt around the gallery.”

tom returned your smile, eyes shining at the idea of a challenge.

“i’m in, love. lay out the rules for me.”

“okay so,” you bit your lip, “we’re going to split up and race each other to find different works of art that fit the theme we choose. and then whoever finds an artwork first gets a point, before we start the next round.”

“what’s the phone for?”

“facetime,” you winked, “so we can be apart but i can still make sure you’re not cheating.”

tom nudged your hip with his and grinned.

“fair enough. you don’t want me asking the security guard a.k.a. renaissance artist for help, i get it.”

you blew tom a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

“alright, let’s get started. first theme?”

you thought for a moment.

“an artwork with a dog in it!”

tom nodded appreciatively and stepped away from you, backing himself towards the far left exit. he held up his iphone.

“i’m calling you now – ready?”

nodding, you swiped ‘accept’ and tom’s slightly-pixelated face appeared on your screen. he made a funny face and you laughed, hearing it echo on the call.

“good luck baby.”

“oh, you’ll need it.”

+

“the security guard’s giving me a funny look,” tom hissed, still on your facetime call, and you started to laugh, earning yourself a similar glare from the old man sitting on the gallery lounge.

“doesn’t matter, i found an artwork that uses the colour pink anyway, soooo…”

tom cussed and then clapped a hand over his mouth, looking down with his eyes wide.

“am i allowed to swear in an art gallery?”

you laughed harder.

“oh my god, you’re a mess.”

“i’m your mess though,” he smirked and held the camera up to his lips, puckering them and pretending to kiss you through the screen.

“yeah, yeah – don’t suck up to me because i’m the winner.”

“you haven’t won just yet – we’re tied, love.”

you and tom had been playing scavenger hunt for the past hour in the art gallery. every so often you’d run into each other and he’d reach out, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss as you passed him. glancing down, you checked the facetime call - 73 minutes long.

“tom, do you wanna leave? we can maybe grab some food down the street and head home for a movie?”

he cocked his head and smiled at you sweetly through the video call.

“that sounds like an amazing saturday night to me, love. but how about we finish this game? i’ve got one more thing for us to find.”

“mmmkay,” you smiled back, familiar with tom’s competitive streak. “what are we looking for this time?”

“a kiss.”

you giggled and started to move, ready to beat your boyfriend on this one. there was a statue you’d passed a few times in the eastern corridor – a greek marble sculpture of a man and a woman, locked in an embrace. tom wasn’t going to be winning this one.

“know exactly where you’re going, do you?”

there was some humour in tom’s voice and you flipped him your middle finger over facetime, not even bothering to look down as you marched east through the gallery. the doorway to the statue was just ahead –

“better watch where you’re going, darling.”

tom’s voice echoed as you entered the corridor and you bumped straight into your boyfriend’s chest, accidentally knocking your phone out of your hand.

“wha-“                                                                            

before you could respond, tom wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, using the other hand to lift your chin and drop his lips to yours. he kissed you heavily, dipping you back a bit but supporting your weight as if you were as light as a feather. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck and you lost yourself in the kiss, curling them into the soft hair you found there. tom moaned and pulled away slowly, making your head spin. he looked down at you in awe, watching as you touched a finger to your lips and gazed back up at him, looking beautiful and star-struck. a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“i found the kiss. guess i win.”

“Hanging Confessions”

A/N: For @bucky-plums-barnes 8k writing challenge!

I had prompt 6, “I swear to God, I will kill you if you drop me.” 

Summary: Weeks of missions has led to tension among the team. Tony decides that some team bonding is needed, but he pairs you up with the one how set your nerves on fire, Bucky Barnes. 

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1301

Masterlist


Originally posted by butteryplanet

The anger was settling in your bones. It racked your body like a cold. Six weeks of nonstop missions with the team had set you on edge. There was no longer harmony or function with the Avengers. Everyone was fighting with each other. Natasha took your shots, Steve couldn’t stop shouting “language!” through the coms, and Bucky, he was the worst of them all. He physically pulled you from the battlefield. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back to the Quinjet. He felt the need to babysit you the rest of the mission. His stoic face haunted your thoughts.

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A-Z NSFW: Vernon

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

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A = Aftercare 

Being one of the youngest, he’s more used to being taken care of than doing the caring so Vernon’s aftercare is kind of rusty and sloppy. He tries his best, but thankfully not a lot of post sex care is needed. Either dragging you to the shower or running to get a rag to wipe you both down. After getting clean it’s just cuddles and kisses before sneaking off to find food.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

He’s pretty clumsy irl but in the bedroom, Vernon’s a master with his hands. He knows he can play you like a fiddle with his fingers and he loves it and uses his skills well. He loves handing control over and letting you do your own thing, more often than not that just means handing the reigns over and you riding him just to he can fulfill his obsession with your hips. He can relax and grasp your hips and watch you work yourself on his cock and feel you rolling your hips under his hands. Watching you move is hypnotic to Vernon and he just loves it. 

C = Cum 

I bounce back and forth between thinking Vernon would be the most gentlemanly (aside from Joshua) during sex and when he finishes; not making a mess or he’s the shithead young guy that makes a goddamn mess and probably draws his name on your stomach with his jizz for the fuck of it. Ngl at this point, I’m leaning towards the latter scenario.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

I swear he’ll hide this in his sock or smth so no one every finds it but this dummy is legit gonna make a fcking list of sex stuff he wants to bring up to try. He’s a weirdo but super eager to play and knowing him he’ll probably forget everything he’s every wanted when sex is brought up so he’s just gonna bust out this goddamn list while you’re sitting there rethinking your entire relationship with him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Being one of the babies and saying he’s never been on a date or anything, I really don’t see any way he’s got any experience at all. But..being younger just means he’s hella excited and wants to do anything and everything he can think of, so you’ll have an eager horndog on your hands. 


F = Favorite position

He really wants to try anything and everything, so he’s not particularly picky with positions, but he bounces between either having the easy control on both of you on your knees and an arm around you, holding your back to him while he thrusts or just handing over the reigns and letting you ride him into next week. Those would have to be his favorites. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chwe Hansol? The living meme? Serious during sex? Yeah okay sure. While he is kind of focused on his task at hand aka you, he’s very lighthearted and playful during sex, it’s not uncommon for him to just poke you to make you laugh or slightly tickle you for the fuck of it. It’s a playful time with Vernon, there’s no standards for seriousness or what to do, it’s just a fun time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I don’t think he’s insanely hairy in general, so the forest that needs tamed isn’t a damn jungle, more like a park’s woods. He doesn’t do much to it, maybe once in a while he’ll manscape but he’s not really concerned with it. 


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

While he is a bit all over the place with sex, testing the waters with his new experience and stuff, he is a sweetheart and will try to make it as romantic as he can manage. Vernon’s big on eye contact and sweet talking you during sex and pillow talk is very common. He tries his best but does think he’s lacking so he makes up for it in your non-sexual relationship. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Vernon’s a stealthy one, he’s got it down to a science, when the older members are gone, how long he can take in the shower before everyone knows he’s in there jerking it, he’s like a goddamn spy at this point. Daily sessions with himself are pretty common, his hormones are still flying, he’s got a lot of personal issues to take care of.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He’s sightly possessive over you, being probably his first real relationship and sexual one at that, so marking is a huge thing for him. He’s the little shit that litters hickies across your chest so they just barely peak out if you wear too low of a top one day, and he gets that boyish pride of his marks being shown and knowing you’re his. 


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’s not game on being caught, or you being seen if you’re doing something naughty in a place you shouldn’t be. So with that, Vernon won’t leave the bedroom under any circumstances, you couldn’t pay him to. The bed and bedroom is the only acceptable place. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Being younger with hormones, it’s not hard to turn him on. Sit on his lap or touch his thigh or nibble his neck,. Really anything slightly sexual will instantly make things a bit harder for Vernon. Use that evil knowledge to your advantage. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Starting out, it’s easy to bruise his ego. Vernon wants to feel like the man that can give you the world, he doesn’t want to let anyone else do that, anything that involves another person is out. He’s not sharing and letting someone else please you like he’s not capable of it. He’s almost jealous of toys in the same way, he’s got a tongue and fingers, so what’s the need for toys? 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Ah our little rapper. Lord know they’re good with their mouths. Again, Vernon’s very eager to please and add that with being an exceptionally good rapper, you’ve got the perfect recipe for some bomb oral. He’s not going to object from a bj offer either, but he’d much rather skip it all and get straight so sex but he let’s you have your fun.


P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Vernon’s pace alternates from either completely erratic; fast and hard and with the only purpose to get you both off as many times as he can manage or it’s so slow it should just be considered teasing rather than sex. It depends on the mood, if it’s before he goes to schedule, he’s a hyper horndog, if it’s after, he’s a tired and affectionate lover. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Vernon’s really fond of quickies, they’re kind of his strong suit, he can get the same amount of pleasure and satisfaction from regular sex as he does for the both of you in quickies. They’re very frequent, almost 50% or more of the time, sex is quickies and he’s okay with it, he really likes it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

While Vernon does want to play a lot, he’s really cautious about when and where. He’s game to play around with anything like positions and bedroom games, etc, but he won’t do anything if you leave the bedroom. Last thing he wants is getting caught with his pants down.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Vernon is fairly quick, he can bust out round after round until he physically can’t get it up again but that means he doesn’t last very long during each round. One round when he actually puts it in last maybe 10 minutes at most, but he regenerates really fast and is ready to go again before you can blink.


T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Being semi new to the scene, Vernon hasn’t quite delved into toys or things like that for sex. For a long time, it’ll just be the two of you alone with each other but after a while I can see him introducing some things like bullet vibrator or handcuffs just to play around occasionally.


U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s kind of a little shit in the bedroom, especially when he figures out what works well i.e. his hands or tongue, so Vernon does like to tease here and there. He’s a big fan of using his fingers on you and stopping every time he can tell you’re close to falling over the edge.


V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Vernon let’s himself be heard, he hasn’t quite figured out volume control yet so anyone near the bedroom will hear him grunting with each thrust and moaning for you. Only way to counter that is to kiss the dummy but even that, you’ll still hear his muffled moans.


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Being younger, Vernon is insanely eager in the bedroom, it’s all new and exciting and he wants to do it all, he’s weirdly become the king of quickies. He gets so ahead of himself that he almost never can stretch sex out longer unless you tell his dumb ass to slow tf down. But maybe you should count that as a blessing, that he’s figured out how to make quickies just as satisfying as regular sex when he’s got a schedule.


X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Vernon’s more of a stretch, he’s on the thinner side of things, no insane girth or anything but he’s longer than average pushing more to the lines of 5.5-5.8″


Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

At 19, I’m sure his hormones are still jumping like fleas or smth so he’s ready and willing to jump your bones any chance he gets. Just sitting on his lap? Oops, there’s a boner. There’s no off switch to him until his hormones settle so uh…good luck with this one.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Vernon tires out pretty quickly after sex, he’s not used to exerting that kind of energy and presumably sex happens at a time/place he can just crash and take a nap. He doesn’t fall asleep fast though, but he does become a slug afterwards and finally goes to sleep prob 20-30 mins afterwards, after he’s just been laying there cuddling you.

Building Character - Backstory

For those of you reading this who have never tried their hand and heart at being a Game Master, you may not know why some of us ask our players to write backstories for their characters. Sometimes, your Game Master may not have a purpose behind it. They may just ask you to do it to help flesh out your character before the game or to have you think about the ‘what’s and ‘why’s of your who whilst she sorts the ‘when’ and ‘where’.

I often don’t ask my players for backstories, so do not feel as though it is another tick-box criteria to meet in order to be verified as a GM. Maybe sometime in the future, in the right game and with the right players, I will ask for them. But for now, my games at university don’t last more than six sessions, so I put my effort elsewhere to make what limited time we have last.

However, when I do ask for them I make sure that every line of literature will be treated with the same respect I would show to my own. The words they bring me will be as much a part of the world as the rulebooks. These same expectations are what I bring to other GM’s games when I am a player myself. So today, I will help both GMs and Players understand some ways that a good backstory can turn a good game into a truly great one.

Players - How to fuel the Fire

Your character’s backstory is a vital essence of their being and what makes them who they are. It will determine every moment of their existence, define every fight they partake in, and cast shadows on each of their actions for all of time. It cannot be complete and self-contained, it has to have something.

The best way to put it is that your backstory has to be unstable.

GMs want to entertain and involve you - the good ones do, anyway - and what better way to pull your character into central focus and under the spotlight than by burning everything they thought they knew down to the foundations.

Have your backstory be an explosion waiting to happen - the worldly facade they thought they understood, through and through, just waiting to be blown away to reveal the horrors of reality beneath. Make it like a stick of nitroglycerin - stable, still, safe … but then something kicks it and all hell breaks loose and the stitches unravel.

Play with tropes and cliches, but don’t copy wholesale from someone else - this is your opportunity to help create a piece of wonderfully calamitous art, so don’t waste everyone’s time by being lazy. Everyone’s heard of the soldier-to-slave or rags-to-riches story, but what happens if we add a dash of disaster waiting to happen? Perhaps this rags-to-riches adventurer, shadowrunner, or hero talked with a talking face upon an alleyway one night, trading an unnamed favour for untold riches, only now she swears that she sees that face out of the corner of her eye whenever she goes to sleep. Now that’s some dynamite, right there. Proper, genuine, Alfred Nobel branded nitroglycerin sticks.

Keep the wording short, punchy, and clear, like the ‘about you’ section on a resume if you were looking to get hired at Ominous Past Inc. Remember, you are not writing the whole story - you are not even writing chapter one. You are handing the narrative baton over and seeing where this crazy race will go with all the momentum you just juiced it with.

Game Masters - Everything and it’s Price

This is vital to understand, these upcoming words. Do not misconstrue my meaning, lest there be blood.

There is nothing worse for an audience than a big, bloateddisappointment.

The players are our audience, they are the story and the world and the action and the drama. They are the all and the everything, and If you fuck up their backstory because you got lazy … then your game just took a wound it may never truly recover from. Now this may not be a visible one, it may not even be an injury that needs attention, but it is a void of what could have been. This void will stick with you. Your players may smile and laugh and continue playing just as normal, wistfully unaware of what just happened beneath their dice, hidden amongst the narrative above their heads. But that sinking feeling inside is the very real sensation of a story dying in your hands and collapsing into the blackness. You fuck up the ending, and there ain’t no rewriting this bitch. It’s dead. It’s gone. Spent. Like firing a blank.

So don’t fire blanks - let loose with buckshot and hellfire. These backstories are the lifeblood of a story beyond your own and an opportunity to create the very real illusion of a world that they live in and can turn on them at any second. Have these backstories bite deep and hard at inopportune moments, turning a trivial encounter into a dangerous one, and a dangerous one, deathly.

I’ve had my disappointments, caused and suffered them from both sides of the screen, and I would not wish that weight on anyone. Put in time and effort and preparation into making their conclusion into one that will never be forgotten because, for that fleeting moment around the table, when everyone stops their gossip, eating snacks and adding up numbers, it is real, and they are listening.

That’s the purest glory that I know of. An ending earned.

So, in summary;

- Savour the raw, boiling tension in a slow build

- Never give them the information they want, only what they need

- Save your best for last

- Harvest their backstory for pieces to a story structure you can build. Family, lost ones, enemies, pacts, deals, criminals, empires, crimes, so on and so forth

- Do not rush anything, end your session early if you want so as to make next week devoted entirely to the conclusion so that it kicks as much ass as possible

- Do not make your players uncomfortable by including themes or elements they do not wish to explore

- and most importantly …

… Enjoy

Pixie x

anonymous asked:

Prompt: transboy!richie where its how every loser found out that richie was trans. It could be set whenever but modern au could be easier! It could be either richie telling some of them or some of them figuring it out themselves. Whatever you want. :)

i fucking LOVE THIS. i really hope i do this justice okay let’s go i went with the modern au

for those who asked to be tagged in all my work: @arielgirly@trashmouth-smashmouth@mzcescapie@somenates27, @reddiesballoons, @cawcawhawkeye, @richietoaster

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Mercy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: being in love with Stiles for ages but he never notices, until one day, after a run away from a party, he tells you how he feels about you and things get heated.

Warnings: SMUTTY (oh yeah) SIN, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, swearing and sex. Little bits of fluff.

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Safe

quick Reddie oneshot because I’m in love with these two and can’t stop thinking about how quick Richie was to comfort Eddie during the big attack scene. like, he’d obviously done it before. just saying.

which inspired this, enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Camping with Haechan au? (is this even considered an AU?? who knows but I mean I think I'd be cute nonetheless since the best writer out there is writing it (if you do decide to do so 😂)) Thank you so much! 💘

omg this would actually make such a good enemies-to-lover au too!!!
here’s some rivalry!campers au

  • you and haechan have been going to the SAME summer camp since you were tiny tiny children
  • and the first year you got to know each other, it was like all hell broke loose
  • because you were two of the most sarcastic, headstrong, competitive children in your troops,,,,,like even the counselors couldn’t keep you two from going at each others necks
  • and you were both like seVEN ?????
  • but you swear - haechan started it 
  • and haechan swears you started it
  • all because you accused him of cheating on the swim relay race because you SAW him use free style and not butterfly
  • and haechan had stuck his tongue out when you accused him and,,,,it’s just a mess
  • every year counselors changmin and yunho make bets to see whose going to be stuck with you two LOL 
  • but yes this year,,,,,the camping trip is going to be an overnight outdoors survival game thing
  • and the minute you guys arrive in the forest haechan walks past you, the smuggest look on his face, going “the entire winter - i built tents in my room to prepare for the moment. i can pitch a tent in under fifteen minutes.”
  • you roll your eyes going “i bet you’ll burn all your food like you did last year too.”
  • haehcan throws a glare over his shoulder and you just wave, going over to your side of the campground
  • later into the evening,,,both your tents are pitched and you’re sitting at the campfire making what the counselors called an ‘emergency meal’ which just consists of starting a fire and grilling sardines over it
  • when you notice haechan is struggling,,,,,,,,which of course makes you grin happily to yourself
  • until,,,you’re done with your fire and food and haechan still,,,,,,,doesn’t even have a flame
  • and you’re not going to help him - oh god no - not after you’ve banked all your summers on destroying each other in every camp activity possible
  • but also,,,even when you go into your tent,,,,the idea of leaving him out there - hungry - for some reason hurts 
  • so you try to talk to yourself about all the things you /hate/ about haechan,,,,but it doesn’t work
  • and with a grumble you get up and march out of the tent over to haechan
  • and he looks up,,,,opening his mouth and you’re like “save it. hand me the sticks, ill make the fire.”
  • haechan protests,,,,,,,he protests aLOT
  • but you don’t listen because your dumb rivalry doesn’t mean anything when it comes down to basic needs like eating
  • “i already won, i started the fire first. now im just helping you eat, don’t think it means anything.”
  • haechan clicks his tongue “i didnt think it meant /anything/ i just dont want you to hold this over my head.”
  • “i wont”
  • “fine.”
  • “fine.”
  • silently you watch the sparks,,,,and then the flames that burst over the sticks. getting up you look at haechan triumphantly and turn to head back to your tent,,,,,,but the minute you open the flap
  • the whole thing topples,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “looks like someone didn’t secure their tent. rookie mistake.”
  • haechan’s voice comes from behind and you clench your teeth, turning around you point to his fire
  • “i made that for you, so come over here and repay me.”
  • “are you asking for my help?”
  • “in your dreams, im asking for compensation.”
  • haechan strolls over, grinning as he helps set your tent back up and you watch with your hands crossed to help settle your embarrassment 
  • done, haechan opens the flap and goes “after you, rookie” and you push him playfully
  • but also before you go in you stand there and look at haechan and he looks at you
  • and for some odd reason,,,,you don’t hate it
  • you actually notice,,,,,,,,for the first time,,,,,,,,that he’s pretty cute
  • and his smooth skin and brown eyes aren’t,,,,the worst,,,,
  • but you’re convinced in must be the air up here in the forest or something making you think your biggest enemy is cute
  • but then you hear haechan go
  • “thank you,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • it’s quiet but you look back at him and stutter because “w-what?”
  • “thank you, for helping me. im not saying it again.”
  • you blink and see haechan avert his eyes,,,for the first time - you see clear as day
  • he’s shy
  • and you can’t help but feel your own cheeks flush because,,,,,oh,,,,he,,,,didn’t have to say that but it’s still nice to hear
  • and you nod,,,,not sure what to make of this
  • and then haechan goes “,,,,,,,,,,,ive never said it but you’re ,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,well more than ok you’re p-p-p-,,,,,,”
  • “p?”
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,you’re nice to look at anyway i have to go bye.”
  • and with that haechan storms right across the campground to his tent
  • so fast that you don’t even process his words
  • until you’re laying in your sleeping bag and thinking,,,,,,,,,,,,,,was he going to say pretty?
  • the next morning everyone is happily chattering around breakfast and you walk past haechan who looks over at you,,,,and much to the shock of everyone (counselor changmin drops his plate of waffles)
  • you sit beside him
  • and neither of you say anything,,,,but you eat in peace,,,not bickering or name calling,,,,,,,and it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable
  • being with haechan is,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable 
Burnouts, Booze, and Babes

Originally posted by butaer

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold]
Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung
Word Count: 32.850
Rating: M
Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink
A/N: @blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!

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anonymous asked:

For the drabbles (if theyre still open!) #18, Jungkook, and either Jungsh00k Au or Fuckboy!Jungkook 😍 Whichever one you think fits it the best. Also I have to say that your writing honestly makes me so damn happy okay oml ❤️❤️ Dont push yourself, and stay healthy!

hello thank you so much for asking! i hope you like it! it’s a continuation from my previous fuckboy!jungkook drabble, hope that’s okay!

18. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

WORD COUNT: 1,515

part one 

Originally posted by b4ngt4nboys

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Choreo (Hoseok/Reader)

Prompt: Requesting a semi-gentle Jhope smut where you work for bighit as a stage tech or something and you’re painfully shy around Hoseok and the others cuz their intimidating but you secretly can dance really really well and youre really passionat and while thinking you’re alone you do like the nmd dance break or improv to a sound check and he catches you without you knowing and slides in then shows you how much ahempassion he has♥♥ (I keep getting ignored/forgotten plz help me sin) THANK YOU

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Words: 9k+

Author: JP

Summary: You were a stage tech on Bighit entertainment, and you had a major crush on Jung Hoseok.

Tags: Light exhibition kink, swearing


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A Final Fantasy First-Timer

So FFXV is the first Final Fantasy game I’ve ever played and pretty much I knew that Noctis was going to die because of the blogs here in tumblr. I still bought knowing I would hurt myself.

During the first few chapters, I was like meh on the main story. I did not really appreciate it at first, but by the time we all went on board the boat to Altissia, it kinda made me think like those chapters were a start to get to know and love those three boys with you. As we know it, things get really depressing after boarding to Altissia, and it got me like “Wow, shit’s getting serious now.” With that I decided to stop on the main story and started doing side quests. 

Honestly it was fun doing the quests, but fuck steyliff for its 100 floors of item and mental torture, and it was a grinning trip with all the puns mentioned from time to time. All the “That’s it, Ive come up with a new recipe.” gladnis be like “I could taste test that for ya” every after tough battles,

Originally posted by coplanm

all the long rides for regalia not paying 10 gil just to get AP, all the chocobo ride until I updated the game and have the freaking Regalia type-D,

Originally posted by bnbnb

all the camera shots of Prompto I likes! bromance everywhere, the race with Gladio in which you can cheat by the boost thing in stamina before it gets drained and warping, but the game allowed it so it’s not cheating, I won the race but I felt guilty after and many more. There is so much to love in this game and I know you know too.

During battles, I saw how Prompto, Ignis and Gladio interacted with me (as Noctis). Of course Noct never failed to acknowledge their skills. I was able to obtain the ring of Lucii first before I started doing the side quests, so it’s hella been easier to get quests (with levels below 50) done. Like I was able to do four quests in one day in the game. I use the skill where the ring sucks life out of the enemy and I noticed how Ignis would go in front of me and have his one arm in defense mode the entire moment. There were sometimes where Gladio did the same, I think after he saved Noct from dying. It shocked me like damn, they even cared about these interactions even though I can’t determine the shit going on my screen fighting four and more enemies? Like damn I (as Noctis) felt precious af and I felt that these guys are really are my friends. Ah, before I forget, Aranea Highwind, I am gay for you.

Originally posted by haprilona

After getting enough money and recipes, I came back to the main story and I swear every step I took after boarding to Altissia was like Bahamut throwing his swords on my heart. Luna died, Ignis got blind and Gladio’s become sour towards Noctis for a while, Noctis was depressed and shoved the ring in his hand that took for eternity, Prompto was accidentally pushed of the train ‘cause fuck you Ardyn, and then there we go to chapter 14 and 15. How more can this story be tragic?

Of all the chapters, chapter 14 and 15 felt really long to me and were the ones that felt the most real. I was about to go insane but not as insane as the dungeon in steyliff when I thought I would have to walk my way from Galdin Quay to Hammerhead, like what fuckery is this?

Originally posted by negativemaya2

When we got to the throne and saw Ardyn with the hanged and dead Regis, Luna, Nyx and Ravus, I was like “Fuck you, how salty can you be?” I even stared at the bodies before following Ardyn and it made me feel so hurt and sorry for what Noctis has to see the second time. After defeating Ardyn was Armiger chain of feels. Noctis saying goodbye to his friends, just to know he shed tears with them the camp before it, got me like… fuck everything. Can we give attention to how Prompto gave his salute to Noctis? Gladio and Ignis have given theirs in a very conventional way, just like how it’s supposed to be. Then there goes Prompto doing the action lastly and not in a very composed form. It made me feel he didn’t want to say goodbye and also because he did not treat Noct as royalty but his best friend. 

Originally posted by sheppardcommander

And yeah “Walk tall, my friends.” 

Originally posted by aurumxargent

I just out of words with this line, like it was passed from Regis to Noctis and now Noctis to his friends. It’s a very strong line for it was mentioned in the beginning and it was also in the end. He indeed walked tall.

When Noctis finally had his seat on the throne, and had to take all the previous kings of Lucis with his father beside him. The background music was pretty loud during the stabbing but then it came to halt when Noctis said “Dad…trust in me.”

Originally posted by noctass

I was again out of words and felt the strong emotions of the father seeing his child’s end. It was strong, Regis’ love for Noctis was very strong that I felt it, I got the message and it hurts. Especially on the moment that he was the one to do the stabbing, he stood there and *me sobbing*. In Kingsglaive, Nyx Ulric was questioning the action of Regis, because it seemed like he was selfishly saving his own son, while that of kingdom die. Well now I understand, because Noctis was the only one who can save the world, just like he said it’s his turn to die for the people of Lucis. Then Noct died and the ring got destroyed, and thank god it was, ‘cause there will be no more of the bullshit of sacrificing another life even if it’s for the good of the people.

Light came in then THEY FUCKING REPLAYED THE FIRST CAR SCENE OF THE GAME before hitting the credits.

Originally posted by his-shining-tears

Honestly I was quiet the whole time, just to find out that Square Enix is not yet done slaughtering my sanity. The last camp before the final battle. It was short, only a few lines and mostly silence. The silence was good and the voice acting of Noct was god damn full of emotions. When Noctis was speaking then followed by silence, I could feel I was with them in that final camp and the way this dialogue then silence sequence made it feel fucking real. They cried and I cried with them. Anyone with me?

Originally posted by mistress-light

Oh, one more thing in this camp, before it was shown, when Ignis got to cook some hella recipeh, I noticed when Noctis was feeding himself, his right hand was kinda shaky. It shakes like three times before it goes straight to his mouth.

My thoughts on the ending with the rest of the chocobros drying, for me, I would like to think that they are not dead. If they were dead, they should have been in the afterlife wedding of Noctis and Luna. Right? Just me? But they said that the ending was kinda ambiguous, its up to us how to give our own interpretation with all the possibilities presented to us by the story. So every time I open the game, now that I beat the game, I am hurt with the title screen. I thought that it was black at first because yeah, Lucian color, everything black. Then it was filled with light with Noctis now sitting with Luna. *sobbing intensifies*

There are many games wherein you can feel that you are the main character and that you own the story that lies ahead. But as I played FFXV, I did not feel like I owned the story. It felt more like I became a witness to a story that only a few minds will know and remember. Noctis Lucis Caelum was the last of his line and this fact was also marked by the destruction of the ring of Lucii. But Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladio will be remembered by the poeple around them, me and the rest of the fandom. Not all stories with dying protagonists are sad, there are some just like FFXV that have deaths that have a fulfilling feelings. At the very least, Noctis was happy with Luna and so is Regis.

This post is so long and was a roller coater ride to write. From being calm and trying to be professional with the words until curses popped up as I reach the ending. I just wanted to express myself because I cannot share these things to my friends for they have not played it. It is already 2017, I played the game late already, but yeah what can I say, it’s indeed a Final Fantasy also for first timers.