#that whole game was insane from Jean's perspective

[cowboygideon]

So insane reading about Kev's skills from the perspective of someone who'd played with him before his hand was broken. Like yes Neil was obsessed with him and yes he knew he played differently with his right than his left—but reading it from JEAN'S perspective?? Life changing stuff. When he said the Ravens' defense forgot what Kev was like before he switched hands? I lost my mind.

[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (6)

all parts in the master list

I asked who wanted Matt to end up with reader and most people were like “yes but make it hurt” so while I won’t reveal if she ends up with him or not, I will make it hurt! Ya welcome!

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The kiss was.. unexpected.

Matthew pulled back quickly, out of natural habit, and she immediately did the same, due to his response.

“Oh my god, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking, actually I wasn’t thinking I just-“

“Hey,” he cut her off gently, “relax, you’ve been drinking, it’s no big deal.”

“It kind of is. That was super inappropriate and I don’t know why I did it. I could get in so much trouble.”

She was right. Getting involved with Matthew, not that either of them wanted that, would be a conflict of interest and she could potentially lose her job if the situation wasn’t handled properly.

“Your secret is safe with me, don’t worry.”

He wasn’t sure if her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol or the embarrassment but he allowed himself to find it cute for a minuscule moment before pushing the thought away.

“You know, your assertion that you don’t like me is pretty wobbly now,” he tried to play it off as a joke but when she didn’t say anything for almost a full thirty seconds, confusion set in.

“You don’t, right?”

“No,” she spoke quickly, “I don’t, I just, I don’t, I’m sorry I’m being so weird. It’s the alcohol.”

*

Your head was spinning. What the fuck had you just done? And why?!

“You know, your assertion that you don’t like me is pretty wobbly now.”

Matthew was standing a foot away from you, his piercing blue eyes were staring into your own with that stupid smirk on his face and for a minute you weren’t sure whether or not you could disagree with him.

It had been one of the most tumultuous weeks of your life and you were so close to coming out of it unscathed. That wouldn’t happen now, not after you suddenly gathered all the insane confidence in the world and fucking went and kissed him.

“You don’t, right?”

“No. I don’t, I just, I don’t. I’m sorry I’m being so weird. It’s the alcohol.”

Hopefully he bought it, because if he didn’t there was no other explanation you could offer.

You needed to talk to someone, to vent and air it out and get a different perspective from a fresh set of eyes. You needed your mom.

“I have to go back to the hotel and I have to call someone. It’s kind of a private conversation so will you knock before you come in to let me know you’re back?”

“Uh, sure. Are you okay?”

“No,” you answered honestly.

++

“Hi, honey, you’re calling late, is everything ok?”

“No,” you let the sob that had been trapped in your throat come bursting out, “it’s really fucking not.” 

“What’s going on?” 

Your mother knows who Matthew Tkachuk is. You’ve bitched about him to her probably more times than you can count but she doesn’t expect what you lay out in front of her as you sit on the edge of the bed trying to speak clearly and not cry. 

“I’ve gotta say,” you could hear the smile in her voice, “you really put your foot in it tonight, but maybe this isn’t all bad.”

“Of course it’s all bad, mom, I’m going to get fired.”

“He’s not going to tell anyone.”

“How do you know?”

“He told you so.”

“What do I do here? How do I handle this?” 

“It depends. How do you feel about him, really?”

You didn’t know. You didn’t fucking know. Matthew had spent the entirety of your time working with the Flames, until this week, treating you like you didn’t exist. Since finding out your room assignments he had been pretty much equal parts hot and cold and it was doing your head in. 

There were times he was completely awful to you but sprinkled in with them were the moments where he was apologetic and even a little bit kind. It was then that it hit you. 

He had been cruel to you for years and only in the past week had he shown small spots of kindness and here you were overanalyzing the fuck out of them. You didn’t like him, not in general and definitely not anything deeper than that. The tiny bit of positive attention he was giving you was clouding your head because you’d been single for such a long time and hadn’t had any real male attention in months but you were seeing things clearly now. 

“I don’t feel anything for him, mom.”

“I’m not sure of that.” 

“I am,” a soft knock on the door interrupted your phone call, “I’ve gotta go though, I’ll call you tomorrow on the way home, love you.”

You ended the call and made your way over to the door to unlock the deadbolt and let Matthew in. 

“Holy fuck,” you shouted as his large body collided with your smaller one, sending the two of you crashing to the floor.

“What the fuck Matthew?!”

“Sorry, s-sorry,” he slurred, clearly drunk, “I was leaning on the door, didn’t think you’d open it.”

“Well I did, Jesus Christ,” you shoved him off you and rubbed your burning wrist.

His clumsiness sent him down on top of you with your arm tucked to your side and your wrist took the brunt of fall as it was crushed beneath the two of you.

“Shit, let me see!”

“Matthew, really, I’m fine.” 

“You might not be. I’m not a small guy and we fell hard. Let me check it out.”

You weren’t sure how drunk he was before but it must not have been to severe because he seemed to sober up quickly and the look of concern in his eyes as you babied your wrist was enough for you to let him take a look. 

He was gentle, slowly moving your arm around to get the best look at it. 

“Doesn’t appear to be broken or anything, but you should still talk to someone in medical. I’m obviously no expert.” 

“I’m fine, Matthew, thank you.” 

There was a strained quiet hanging between you as he closed the door and locked it. 

“Who’d you call?” 

Matthew moved away from the door and stripped his shirt, followed by his jeans and you were hit with a flashback of the other day when he did the same thing but this time he knew you were there.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed,” his response was resolute, “who’d you call?”

“Why is that any of your business?” 

Your eyes were trained on his toned stomach and chest as he pulled on a pair of navy pajama pants. 

“It isn’t. I just want to know why you ran for the fucking hills after kissing me and who you so desperately needed to talk to. Also, be less obvious with your eyes.”

That fucking annoying smirk again. You blushed a bit but still managed to roll your eyes at his cockiness.

“Was it an ex? Did that kiss drum up some old shit for you? Realize you missed them even though they’re probably a piece of shit and you know can do better? Turn around, please.” 

You did as he asked, not answering his question, “what are you doing?” 

“Taking my boxers off, they’re uncomfortable.” 

When Matthew gave you the go ahead to turn back around your eyes instantly dropped to his waistline. His pajama pants were now hanging low on his hips, exposing the top of his adonis belt and you knew you needed to look away before he made some shitty comment. 

“Was it an ex?” 

He asked the question a second time and part of you wanted to say yes but what was the point in lying?

“No. It was my mom.” 

“Really? So it’s something that’s fucking with you pretty bad, huh?” 

What the fuck? 

“Why would you say that?”

“We’ve been working together for a while and the only time I can remember you excusing yourself to call your mom was when the Islanders offered you a job with less pay but closer to home.”

“How do you know about that?” 

“I know you’re not exactly friends with me, but you are friends with other people on this team and maybe I asked them about you because maybe I was curious.” 

Don’t fall for it, you told yourself. This was one of those small spots of kindness Matthew had recently started to show you. Now wasn’t the time to lose focus of the bigger picture. 

“It’s nothing serious. I missed my mom, I wanted to call her.”

“You wanted to call her at almost midnight your time, much later her time, after you ran out on me?”

“Yes Matthew,” your tone was clipped, “is that problem?”

“No, no not at all. I get it. I miss my mom, my whole family actually, all the time.” 

You weren’t going to give in and have this conversation with him. Matthew loved his family and was very close with them, it was obvious to anyone who spent even a small amount of time around him. 

“Maybe you should call her,” the words came out more aggressive than you meant, “as far as I know, you haven’t spoken to her at all this week.” 

“I’ve been texting her everyday, actually.” 

If he was offended, he didn’t show it. 

“Well,” you huffed, “good.” 

Matthew was leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, his whole beautiful torso on display, with a look in his eyes like he wanted to say something. You waited for him to make his move and watched as he opened and closed his mouth three times before finally saying anything.

“You looked good tonight, really, really good.” 

His confession hit you like a semi truck veering off the highway and into a field of sunflowers. Don’t give in, don’t fucking do it, you willed yourself to ignore his comment but when he continued..

“I’ve never seen you like that, so sexy and confident, I’m honestly really fucking blown away by you right now.”

This was not what you expected and as much as you wanted to believe him, you knew this was just another kind kink in his chain of cruelty and you weren’t going to let him get the best of you again. 

“Don’t say things you’ll regret when you’re sober in the morning.”

The silence between the two of you was heavy, neither choosing to say anything until you decided to break the hypothetical glass.

“Early game and even earlier practice tomorrow. You need to sleep, Matt. Come to bed.” 

[yodawgiherd]

Somewhere Out There

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Happy Holidays everyone! ^^ And since I prolly won't do anything new for some time again, happy new year too :P Annie heard about the woman she was matched with today. A known name in the MMA scene, she was among the top-ranked - steadily placing high in various tournaments. Experienced, dangerous, and strong, a welcome change from her first fight and that egoistic wrestler. Annie was looking forward to the challenge. The bell rang and they both moved at the same time.

At first, it was her enemy throwing punches, testing the waters, looking for openings. But Annie didn’t budge. Using the technique she learned from Reiner “the Armor”, she turtled with her hands raised, absorbing the hits. The pain didn’t mean anything, and as long as she protected the important parts of her body, she could safely ignore it. Only a very good striker could get through the armor, find the gaps and slide the damage in, but this girl couldn’t do it and Annie shrugged her hits off. Seeing that there was no progress to be made there, she bit the bait and went in.

The woman went low, Annie went high and they met in the middle, grasping at each other. A grappler then, same as she was. Muscles straining, they fell on the ground, their duel continuing there as they tried to get a submission hold on each other. Her enemy was about the same in both height and weight as Annie and their struggling was more or less equal. Yet as it continued, it was clear that Annie had something the other woman didn’t – cold-blooded dedication. While she was running out of breath, the blonde wasn’t even winded, coiling herself around her like a vice, never letting go, never lessening the pressure. But before she could truly put her choking techniques to work, the woman simply tapped out.

Confused, Annie let go and they disentangled from one another. For whatever reason, the defeated party was wearing a huge smile anyway, almost immediately offering the victor a hand to shake.

“I shouldn’t have taken you to the ground.”, she said, “You’re insane there. Do you ever get tired?”

There was joy in her voice, enjoyment even, and Annie didn’t get it. She got crushed, so why did she look like that she was having fun?

“You don’t mind that you lost?”

“Nah, I kind of expected that to happen sooner or later.”

“Why’s that? Don’t you have faith in what you do?”

“I do, but I know that there are others out there who are class above normal people. I found out about it a few months back.”

Despite not being here to make friends, Annie was interested.

“How so?”

“You see, I was competing in an MMA tournament, all hyped up and ready to go. I was counted between the favorites to win the whole thing, and that did wonders to my ego. It inflated even further when I breezed through my matches. But then I met her.”

Annie didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath, immersed in the story. A bit embarrassed by how easily she was drawn in, she huffed it out, waiting for the other girl to continue.

“She had an impressive streak, but was a newbie, only recently switching to our scene. No worries, I thought, I’ll show her what MMA is about.”, she shook her head, “ I have never been so wrong. She was fast, insanely fast, and far stronger than her build suggested. I did my best, I gave the match my all, but she crushed me anyway and that’s when I realized that some people are just built differently. She was a prodigy, I am not.”

If there was someone like that out there, it would be helpful to keep tabs on her. Hell, she might be even competing in this very tournament.

“What was her name?”, Annie asked, “How did she look like?”

“Asian girl, black hair, pale skin, a scar on her cheek. Her name was Mikasa.”

Annie’s next breath was a deep inhale as she struggled to keep herself calm. The night still haunted her, that fight in the rain, the one where she almost got beaten to death. The naked steel in Mikasa’s eyes when she raised the bloodied fist, that was something Annie would never forget.

“You know, she was giving me a similar feeling you do.”, the girl went on, “Do you know her?”

“N-No.”, Annie lied, shaking her head vehemently, “Never heard of her.”

“Oh well, if you go on like this, I’m sure you two will meet somewhere in the bracket.”

With that, the woman tapped Annie on the shoulder and left the ring. Gritting her teeth, clenching her fists, the blonde’s dedication to winning had reached a whole new level. Because now, she knew that her worst rival was here too. Because now, she knew that she could crush her demons on the way to the top. And Annie would enjoy that.

Eren didn’t even know how they ended up like this, on the couch with Mikasa straddling him. She came down from the bedroom, he wished her good morning, so she kissed him in return and things somewhat escalated from there. Not that he was complaining. She was still in her sleeping attire, a shirt and a pair of panties, meaning that her bare legs were all his for the taking.

And everything was great, until she pulled back, grasping his chin and casting an inspecting eye over the beard Eren was cultivating for a few days.

“You really should shave babe, I’m not sure I approve of that homeless vibe.”

“You’re the one the talk.”

“What’s that?”

Fine then, if Mikasa wanted to play this game, he was in. Eren liked that beard, and shaving was a pain the ass anyway. To tease her, he swapped the circuit in his brain from horny to asshole, the one that was usually reserved for Jean.

“Well, you are… you know…”, it was hard searching for an insult with Mikasa on his lap, so Eren just blurted the first word that stumbled on his tongue, “ugly.”

“Ugly? You think I’m ugly?“

“Yep. Hideous even.“

“Care to elaborate?”

“Well, for starters, look at your hair.”, his hand came up, dragging through the short locks, “So short, so black. And a dyed red streak? How old are you?”, he shook his head, “Everyone knows that long blonde is the best.”

Her own hands found purchase on Eren’s shoulders as Mikasa anchored herself, listening.

“Go on.”, she prompted.

“Your shoulders are too broad, biceps too big..”, tracing that lovely shape, he went on, “what do you need muscles for?”

“I beat people up for a living.”, she grinned down at him, “But continue.”

It was only a half-truth by now, but they both knew that. Taking full advantage of her position, Eren slid his hands to her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her shirt. Mikasa didn’t wear bra to bed, obviously, so he could feel her nipples through it.

“Your chest is way too small to be attractive, you look like a man. I mean, everyone knows that the bigger the better.”

Amused, Mikasa made a happy noise in the back of her throat. But when Eren’s hands kept groping the same area, she raised an eyebrow.

“Hello?”

He reluctantly let go of her breasts.

“R-Right. Sorry.”

Torn from his trance, as it was always so much fun to play with her chest. Eren quickly repositioned his grasp to her hips, the move itself a herculean effort. Mikasa was patient, playing with the ends of his overlong hair, smug on her throne.

“Your stomach is too hard,”, poking her abs, Eren faked his best scowl, “woman is supposed to be soft to the touch.”

Five years back, all this critique would send Mikasa’s confidence crashing down, especially if it would come from her own boyfriend. But now all she did was smirk, watching him pull those words out of his ass. Self-growth is a wonderful thing.

“Thighs, again too strong. What for?”

“Choking people out.”, she scratched his nape slightly, “Maybe you too if you ask nicely.”

A low growl left Eren as the scenario flashed through his mind, fingers digging into those beautiful legs for a second before he re-composed himself. With a deep breath, he moved his hands to the last part of his inspection.

“And your ass…. Your ass…. Err….”

“What’s that?”

“I mean… Uhm…”

But how was he supposed to say anything? Granted, his insults were lame to begin with, but at least he could try to look at it from someone else’s perspective to pass her strengths as faults. However, what was the play here? To reassure himself that there is indeed nothing he could latch on, he ran his hands over Mikasa’s backside, the “inspection” taking much longer than needed. That made her giggle.

“I’ve got nothing.”, he finally surrendered, “Your butt is perfect.”

Mikasa didn’t say anything for a time, simply looked down at him, the smug smirk never leaving her lips. And then she did that the one thing that Eren feared she would do to completely destroy his arguments. She stirred her hips. Just a little, a tiny rock back and forth on top of him, but she was experienced and he was weak, so fucking weak for her, that the little slide almost immediately began producing results. His traitorous body refused to cooperate with the mind, and Eren was hard before he even realized how it happened. With Mikasa on his lap, the change was rather obvious to both parties involved, and her smug smile became even smugger. Worst of all, Eren knew that she’s probably not going to do anything about it and leave him blueballed, because while she knew that he spoke only to tease her, Mikasa preferred her teasing to be done in a more physical way. And to Eren’s dismay, she was damn good at it.

“Still, you raised some valid critique.”, Mikasa suddenly said, halting her movements, “So tell me, with all these faults, why do I have this?”

She wiggled her engagement ring at him.

“That’s easy.”, he replied, summoning his blood to his brain back from the crotch “I love you.”

“Even with my wide shoulders and hard stomach?”

“Precisely because of that.”

“Well..”, she leaned closer, whispering, “You are lucky that I love you too. Even with your girly hair and hobo beard.”

And just as Eren moved in for a kiss, she slipped out of his lap and was gone.

“Mmmhhh……. W-Where are you going?”, he called after her, even more desperate than before.

“I’ve got training with Levi.”, she called right back, her voice accompanied by the sounds of her getting dressed.

“Now? Can’t you go in like… five minutes?”

“Aw, I’m sorry babe.”, Mikasa appeared in the doorway, already wearing her signature leather biker jacket, “But you know how punctual Levi is.”

“Miki…”

“I have to run, but I’m sure that you and your…”, her eyes dipped between Eren’s legs before coming back to his face, “right hand can figure out the issue.”

Disappearing with a wink, Eren soon heard the door click and he was alone. Knocking his head back against the couch, he barked out a laugh. How could someone not love Mikasa Ackerman, that was completely beyond him. Well, time to shave.

If anything, Levi was even harder on her now. Mikasa’s training was more extreme than ever, pushing limits of both her strength and endurance above and beyond. But she didn’t complain. She knew that the road would be hard and rocky, and Levi was simply trying to prepare for the worst. Yet when her brother said that she should develop a new move, something not seen before, she had to ask.

“Why? Don’t I have enough shit in my repertoire?”

“You do, but they will know that. An ace up your sleeve might be worth investing some time into.”

“What do you mean?

“Rest assured that they will scout you. Watch your past matches, learn what you do and how to counter it.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You haven’t lost yet after switching to MMA, not even once, and now you went and knocked one of the top contenders down on his ass.”

“I see…”, Mikasa scratched the back of her neck, a new idea popping in, “If they do that, shouldn’t we do the same?”

“Way ahead of you. I’ve already done some serious research and, I’ll be honest with you, it’s not looking pretty.”

“How so?”

“There are some serious monsters out there. Last night, I watched a tattooed giant completely brutalize some poor fellow’s face with his elbows. That’s the thing about this tournament. On the bright side, the next to no rules means that you get to fight a wide variety of people, a lot of great experience. But on the other hand, guys like him can be as brutal as they want to without any drawback.”

“I know what I was getting into.”, Mikasa countered.

“Still, be extra careful. Especially if you get into the ring with the guys I picked out.”

Levi had spent about a week or so on this, combing through the huge-ass number of matches, looking for individuals who stood out the most. Those that would be most dangerous to his sister.

“I’ve compiled them into a file with all the info I could dig out, videos of their fights and whatnot. Sometimes it's not much, but it’s better than nothing. I’ll send you an email with the file.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Really.”

He nodded back, turning and leaving back into the gym. Mikasa got out, kicked the bike awake, the engine roaring, and soon she was on her way back home with a new set of things to ponder.

When Eren came home, Mikasa was already deep in her research, looking at the laptop screen with a focused look on her face. He sat down next to her, eager to see who she would be facing later on. There was a guy on the screen right now, a real tank. Blonde, tall and very heavily muscled, with a somewhat sad look on his face.

“Damn, look at this dude, he’s built like a space marine.”

Mikasa blinked at him.

“A what?”

“A space ma-, nevermind. I’ll educate you some other time.”

Eren and his fantasy worlds. Focusing on the page instead, Mikasa read out loud.

“Reiner Braun - Germany. Specialty: grappling – long history of Judo and Wrestling.”

“Dude’s heavy as shit.” Eren noted over her shoulder, “If he ever gets you on the ground you’re finished.”

Mikasa had to agree with him. She was strong, but there was no way she was getting over a hundred kilos of pure muscle from her chest. Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she scrolled down.

“Fahkumram - Thailand. Specialty: Muay Thai – also known as the god of Muay Thai.”

Talk about an imposing figure. Over two meters tall with almost unnaturally broad shoulders, arms and legs bulging. Numerous tattoos covered the man’s skin, Mikasa’s own paling in comparison. She could almost hear Eren’s worry increasing. Levi wasn’t lying, these guys were truly monsters, far beyond anything she had faced until now. Hoping for someone that would take their mind from that German tank and abnormal Thai warrior, she scrolled down. And her heart skipped a beat.

“Is that….”, Eren whispered next to her, “No way…”

But there was no mistaking it. Exchanging a bewildered look with her boyfriend, Mikasa’s eyes slid over the page, reading.

“Annie Leonhart – Germany.”

[acc3ssdenied]

HEAVEN WITH YOU | p.j.m

SUMMARY: All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you. PAIRING: park jimin x reader GENRE: smut, fluff, jimin is a literal god, you play seven minutes in heaven with jimin after kissing taehyung, plot if you squint WARNING: smut, it's kind of filthy :/, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, thigh riding (sort of??) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk??, public/semi-public sex (half of it takes place in a cupboard with people right outside) alcohol consumption, explicit language WORD COUNT: 4.7k+ A/N: this is new... 

Ever since you were a teenager, you had always said that 2 am was the time when parties were there best. Others disagreed, saying that all bad things happened after 2 am. You supposed it was a matter of perspective, to some people, their bad was your good. Even in your early twenties, you stood by your statement. Hoseok’s house was finally beginning to empty out, only leaving the core group and their partners for the night. It had been a good party, you had gone all out with your outfit and spent the night dancing with Mina and Jisoo. You would be lying if you hadn’t noticed the pair of eyes burning holes into your body throughout the night.

Your relationship with Park Jimin was complicated. Since you had first met him in your second year of college, there had been something there. Whenever you would go out for drinks with your friend group, you both spend time looking at the other thinking they weren’t looking. It was an unspoken thing, you supposed. Mina and Jisoo no longer commented on the mutual staring with surprise, it was expected after so long. But, God, what you would give to climb that man like a tree. He had been there when you went into the kitchen to get drinks, his eyes tracking your every move with a twinkle in his eyes, as though he knew something that you didn’t. It had been a battle of wills to stop yourself from giving in to the temptation. He wore a pair of distressed, black skinny jeans that emphasised the muscles of his thighs perfectly with a silky, black button-down shirt that had three buttons undone. His ashy blonde hair was unkempt, as though he had been running his hands through it more than usual. 

Resilience was key. You had offered him a sultry half-smile as you left the kitchen, a sway to your hips that hadn’t been there before. The drink in your hand was gone by the time you had returned to the dancefloor, the music louder as your body moved to it. When a body came up behind you, large hands holding your waist softly, allowing you to turn around and check who it was. Once you had seen it was Taehyung, you didn’t hesitate to spin back around your body pressed into the front of his. His hands had slid down to grip your hips tightly, firmly pressing them to his front and moving you with him to the low beat of the techno song playing. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breath hitching in your throat at the friction forming between you. You would have to be blind and insane to not find Taehyung insanely attractive, this was purely for fun and would go no further.

As the song and rhythm changed, your eyes opened again to find a pair of hooded brown eyes staring at you blankly. You supposed you could have more fun. A wicked smile slowly appeared on your face, you moved your hips further back into Taehyung’s as you began to grind onto him softly, his fingers tightening around you as he pulled you harder against him. Your lips parted, your eyes staying on Jimin whose face remained impassive, even when you arched your neck, allowing Taehyung to press his mouth into the crook of it. A victorious grin slipped onto your lips as he walked away. 

You had separated from Taehyung eventually, teasing him when he had started to ease himself away once he had spotted a girl he had been talking to online. Laughing loudly, you playfully pushed him towards her, watching as he stumbled over his words and snorted as he pouted, the girl walking away with a look of disgust on her face.

As the house had emptied and the music mellowed out, you had perched yourself on an armchair in the living room with a vodka lemon in hand. There were about twelve of you left, two of whom you didn’t know particularly well but would be leaving with some of the boys. As everyone gathered round in a circle, you found yourself opposite Jimin with only the table between you. His lips moved into a sly smirk as he looked you up and down, his hand pressed to your mouth as his elbow rested on your knee. You almost choked on your drink, trying to hide it by averting your eyes and subtly pressing your hand to your chest but, if the laugh he gave was any sign, he had noticed.

The conversation pittered out and Hoseok decided it was a good time to launch himself into the middle, “Truth or Dare!” He shouted, before returning to his spot next to Jisoo, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. There was a collection of groans, people muttering about how it was a child’s game, “Hey, hey! It’ll be fun!” He insisted. You watched as Jisoo leaned forward and whispered something into his ear, a smirk spread across his face and he nodded, “Taehyung! Truth or dare?” You turned to watch your friend with amusement.

“Dare,” he said, snorting at the thought of choosing truth.

Hoseok’s smirk widened, leaning forward on his knees, “Okay then, since you were having so much fun dancing, why don’t you kiss Y/N?” It was phrased as a question but, you knew that it wasn’t. You glanced at him and both shrugged. As you got to your feet and walked over to Taehyung, you tried to ignore the eyes burning into the side of your head. Straddling his hips, you looked at him one more time to make sure he was okay with it and he nodded, leaning forward to capture your lips in his own. Your left hand rested on his chest as the other tangled itself in his hair, bringing his face closer to yours as he bit down on your lip softly. You gasped silently, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, your tongues tangled together, softly massaging against each other as you rocked your hips against him slightly. His hands shot to your hips, holding them tightly against his own.

“For fuck's sake, get a room,” Yoongi complained, averting his eyes away from where the pair of you were next to him. Laughing at him, you separated and stood, ruffling Taehyung’s hair playfully before returning to your seat. Ignoring the whistles that came from some of the others, you reached for your drink and downed it. As you looked up, your eyes met Jimin’s. His eyes were dark with an emotion you couldn’t recognise and his plump lip was red and marked, as though he had been biting into it in frustration.

The game went on rather undramatically, Namjoon had to remove his shirt for the rest of the game and Hoseok had to give Jungkook a hickey. Eventually, it was your turn to go. “Truth or dare?” Jungkook asked, bouncing in his seat slightly with excitement.

In a similar fashion to Taehyung, you rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Dare.” Jungkook smirked at you challengingly and you easily returned it, anticipation building up for what he would make you do.

“See that closet over there.” He gestured to a door on the other side of the room that you knew led to a closet that was about three metres squared maximum. “You’re going to stay in there with Jimin,” his smirk turned wicked, “For seven minutes.” There was a chorus of ‘ooh’s’ from all of the room and you let out a shallow breath, quickly glancing over Jimin. He was watching you carefully when a cheeky smile appeared on his face and he raised his eyebrows teasingly.

Laughing breathily, you shot to your feet and marched over to him, latching onto his wrist and pulling him up harshly. His chest collided with your own and you gasped quietly, but he heard and gave you a smug smirk before taking your hand into his own and dragging you toward the closet. The group whistled loudly but it just rolled off you, your entire body was slowly filling with heat, starting from where his skin met your own. You could feel your heartbeat pick up as he gave you a meaningful look, one meant to tell you what exactly it was that you were in for, you could tell that a damp spot was forming on your panties. He pulled the door open and shoved you in gently. 

Once he had shut the door, the only light in the room came from under the door, his skin was golden and you swear that you were breathless. For a moment you just looked at each other, your eyes flickering over every inch of his face as though you were scared you would forget what he looked like. Then, his lips curved into a smirk, “We’re wasting time.” You hummed, leaning forward so you were only a hair’s breadth away from.

You looked up at him through your lashes, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, “Do something, then,” you breathed out, a hint of a smile on your face. Jimin wasted no time. Before you could blink, he had grabbed you firmly by the waist and pressed you harshly against the closet door, you couldn’t find it in you to care that the group would definitely have heard it.

His harsh breaths washed over your face, your face flushed from his taut body pressed against you. Everywhere his skin touched yours, tingles erupted and your whole body felt lighter. He leant forward, making you think that he would finally let your mouths meet but, he just let his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. “You want me to do something?” he murmured, his left hand coming up to firmly grab a hold of your jaw, “Something like what you were doing with Tae,” he hummed, moving away as he stiffened his grip on your face to make you look at him.

“I-I want you to do anything,” you managed to breathe out, your thoughts were everywhere, you weren’t able to form a more coherent sentence. All you could think about was his body on yours.

Jimin’s thumb caressed your jawbone, tilting his head to look at your face and humming thoughtfully, “Do you deserve it?” You almost choked right then and there. Shaking your head slightly, you moved closer to him, desperate to be nearer to him. A devilish smile spread across his lips as he murmured, “I suppose you can make it up to me.”

Your lips collided in a bruising kiss, your own automatically opening to allow him access to your mouth. His left hand slammed against the door but you didn’t flinch from the sound, consumed by him entirely. His other hand snaked down to rest at your waist briefly, then it slipped under your shirt. The palm of his hand was warm against your skin, shivers erupted from every point of your body and your head tilted back against the door in a silent moan. Your left hand shot up, tangling itself in his soft strands of hair. As he bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, you pulled on his hair and he growled, his right hand slipping up to cup your breast. You moaned loudly, your right hand reaching down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle as you struggled to undo it. As you managed to unbutton his jeans, he had separated your mouths to yank your top over your head.

Jimin pressed your shoulder against the door, his head dipping down to lick a stripe up your neck. He nipped at the skin of your neck, his lips desperate to wrap around any piece of you he could find. Your head slammed back against the door as you moaned loudly, his lips had found his way to your collar bone and he was sucking on it harshly. He pulled away, kissing your lips messily as your right hand slipped down into his jeans and cupped him. Jimin made a sound similar to a purr, his hands slipping onto your back to unclip your bra, leaving burning skin in his wake.

The material slipped from your arms and was tossed to the other side of the closet, he immediately slipped one of your nipples into his mouth, a hand reaching up to tug on the other one harshly. The line between pain and pleasure had become non-existent as you let out another moan that might as well have come from a porn film. Your right hand squeezed and he retaliated by taking your nipple in between your teeth. A desperate sound escaped your mouth and you pulled him away from your chest, slowly moving you both away from the door and pressing him against the wall. As you slowly slid to your knees, your hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning the shirt as you went.

“Let me make it up to you,” you murmured, dragging his jeans down as you stared into his lust-filled eyes. “Let me make you feel good.” Your voice was breathy as your eyes drifted down to his underwear, taking in the obvious bulge. Licking your lips, your slipped your thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, smiling in satisfaction when his breath hitched loudly. You dragged them down, your hands bracing themselves on his muscular thighs as you looked at his cock. It was average length but it was thick, the head of it red and swollen with a bead of precum on the tip. A soft curse left your lips as you took it in - of course Jimin had a pretty cock. 

You looked up at him through your lashes, blinking up at him innocently before leaning forward and kitten licking the tip. He inhaled sharply, you smirked up at him and wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking softly as your tongue swiped against the tip of his cock. You released him with a pop before leaning forward and licking the vein on the underside. Humming thoughtfully, you pulled back and looked at him, reaching forward to take the entirety of his length into your mouth. Jimin gasped, his long lashes fluttering closed and his hand reaching up to grab a hold of your hair.

Your tongue swirled around his length and you hollowed your cheeks, your mouth slid up and down it. He let out a loud moan, his chest vibrating slightly as his body slumped against the wall. You hummed around his length and your left hand slipped up to fondle his balls gently. Jimin growled, his hand tightening on your hair and pulling you away from his cock harshly. Your swollen lips pouted up at him, saliva trailing down from them.

“When I cum,” he snarled, pulling you to your feet hard enough to make you stumble backwards slightly, “It’s going to be inside of you.” Pulling you by your wrists, he pressed you up tightly against him, gasping at the way your sensitive nipples pressed against his hard muscle. He began to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping at the warm, red skin. His right hand gripped your waist tightly as his left one quickly went to work unbuttoning your jeans and slipping his hand into them to feel the lace of your panties. He swore softly, his right hand reaching up to cup your jaw, “Tell me what you want me to do.” His hand cupped your core, sending heat rushing to it.

A whining moan escaped your mouth, you rubbed your thighs slightly, desperate for any form of friction to give you pleasure, “I-I want-” your voice turned into another desperate cry as his finger rubbed slightly over where he knew your clit would be, “Please,” you gasped, your fingernails digging into the skin of his neck, “Do anything. Anything.”

Jimin hummed lightly, his fingertips ghosting over the edges of your thong. Just as he was about to finally slip under the fabric, the door swung open and light flooded the closet. Hoseok had his hands covering his eyes as exclaimed brightly, “Your seven minutes is up.” There was a cheeky smirk on his face.

His hand automatically left your jeans, Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you against the wall, covering your body, “Get the fuck out,” he snarled, eyes almost completely black when Hoseok uncovered his eyes. He took in Jimin’s undressed form and stuttered an apology, closing the closet door quickly behind him.

You were both breathing heavily when he released you, as soon as your eyes met you burst into fits of laughter, reaching for your discarded pieces of clothing. Even as he dressed, your eyes lingered on the defined lines of his body, your tongue slipping out to lick your, now, dry lips. Breathing out softly, he pulled you into him, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips and holding your jaw softly. 

“We need to go,” he murmured into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he leant his forehead against yours.

A satisfied smile spread across your swollen lips and you wrapped your arms around his waist, “I don’t want to go back out there,” you whined slightly, your fingers curling in to wrap around the fabric and hold him closer against you. Jimin chuckled slightly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

He pulled away, smirking down at you secretively, “We don’t have to.” Your breath hitched once again, fingers holding onto him tighter as you felt the wetness from your core slip down to the back of your thighs. You whimpered, pulling away and reaching for the door handle, he stopped you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, curling himself around you protectively. Jimin shouldered past the door, tucking you beneath him as he glared coldly at the group before allowing his gaze to fix on Taehyung, his eyes narrowing on him slightly.

With your gaze averted, you let him guide you up to the stairs and into the nearest bedroom, locking the door behind you. The silence between you wasn’t awkward, it was filled with tension. You could see the way his chest rose and fell, you could see how fast his heart was beating, you could see the sheen of sweat that covered his golden skin. Jimin slowly began to walk towards you, making you step back so you were backed against the door, holding your breath. He stopped only when your chests were pressed against each other.

“Take off your clothes,” he breathed, backing away to sit on the edge of your bed. With shaking hands, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across the room. You stared into Jimin’s dark eyes as you let your hands glide down to your jeans, unbuttoning them and stepping out of them, kicking them to the side along with your shoes. He cursed softly, leaning back on his left hand as his right one stroked his jaw, “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He said, eyes appraising every inch of your lingerie-clad body. He spread his legs, “Come ‘ere.” You complied shuffling over to him and eagerly straddling his lap. You could feel every inch of his hard cock beneath the fabric of your jeans and it sent a spike of heat rushing to your core.

With wide eyes, you blinked up at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck delicately. Jimin leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth but pulled away before you could capture his mouth in a hard kiss. “Are you wet, baby?” He asked, his right hand slipping down to mess with the edge of your black lace thong, you gasped when the soft skin of his fingertip grazed the skin beneath it. He hummed slightly, “Well, are you?” You nodded shakily, trying to lean forward into his touch. “Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me, are you wet for me?”

His fingers slipped down between your thighs, rubbing against the fabric covering your slit with a small smirk on his face. You cried out, your fingernails curling into the skin of his neck. “Jimin please, I’m so wet,” you whimpered, you were sure that the wetness dripping from your core was seeping into the denim of his jeans, “I’m so wet, all for you. Please,” you pulled away, staring into his eyes, “I-I need you to do something. Anything.”

The smirk on his face widened and he nodded his head slightly. Jimin gave you no warning before his hand and slipped beneath your panties, pressing his thumb into your clit. A loud moan left your mouth and you threw your head back, mouth parting from the sheer pleasure. He only chuckled, his index finger running through your lips as his thumb circled the sensitive nub. “You’re going to scream my name,” he growled, leaning into your ear, “I want everyone downstairs to know who’s making you feel this good.” He plunged two fingers into you, curling them upwards as his thumb continued to circle your clit.

“Fuck,” you cried out, grinding your hips onto his hand desperately, your head tilted back and lips parted as you moaned loudly, “Fuck, keep doing that.” Jimin curled his fingers upwards so they brushed against the rough piece of flesh. “Oh my God. There, there.” He smirked, roughly pumping his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot every time. You moaned his name loudly, grinding down onto his hand harder and letting your left hand come up to squeeze your breast, rubbing your nipple through the lace. “That feels so good. Ah. Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” 

Reaching backwards to undo your bra, you let it fall forward so you could twist the nipple, hissing slightly at how sensitive it was. Jimin chuckled sightly, his finger rubbing vicious figures of eights on your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. Your chest tightened, your breath getting stuck in your throat as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Pleas for him to continue escaped your mouth as your hands fell forward to grip his shirt tightly. “Are you going to cum for me?” He hummed, smiling at the completely absent look on your face, “Are you going to cum all over my hand?”

As your vision blurred slightly, you screamed his name out, your mind went completely blank as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you entirely. Jimin kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. Soothingly, he rubbed your back as you fell forward, your head falling onto his shoulder as you gasped for breath. “You did so well,” he cooed, looking down to his jeans that had moistened patches over, “Look, you came all over me.” You smiled slightly, making him take your jaw into his hand and press a bruising kiss to your lips.

He pulled his hand out from your thong, looking at the sheen that coated his fingers, “Mm,” he liked up his fingers, tasting your juices, “You taste so good, want to try?” He didn’t need to ask you twice, you had already leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the base of his fingers. Moaning around them, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on them, swirling your tongue as you went. Jimin moaned loudly, “You’re filthy.”

You nodded absentmindedly, lifting yourself up slightly just to bring your core down onto the denim of your jeans. Then, you start to rock yourself back and forth on the rough material, gasping at the friction it created. You ground down onto him, frantically rubbing yourself against his thigh, desperate for any form of pleasure.

“Look at you, using me for your own pleasure,” he chuckled, hands grabbing your hips to hold them still, you whined loudly, head falling forwards onto his shoulder. “Tell me what you want me to do,” his lips pressed against the juncture in your neck whilst his left hand fiddled with the strap of your thong.

A desperate cry left your mouth, you eyebrows furrowing slightly as you managed to moan out, “I-I need you in me,” your voice cracked and you whimpered, “Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.” Jimin cursed, twisting your body round to throw you onto the bed before he practically tore his shirt off.

He unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them to the side messily before sliding his boxers down his legs. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock slapping against his stomach, you wriggled against the bed, desperate for anything to get you off. Jimin took his length into his hand, eyes fluttering closed as he pumped it gently, pre-cum dribbling from the swollen head. Leaning down between your legs he frowned at the sight of your thong, “That shouldn’t be there,” before ripping it away.

Gently he grasped your thighs, looking up to make sure you were okay with everything happening. You nodded and he spread your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your moist cunt. Humming, he moved forwards so he kneeled between your legs. You gasped when you felt the head of his cock running between your leps. Your hips bucked, desperate to fell all of him inside of you but, his hand pressed your hipbone firmly into the mattress.

He continued to rub his cock against your heat, pressing it down as it passed your clit. You couldn’t hold it anymore, gasping out, “I need you in me. I need you to cum in me.” Jimin froze, cursing loudly at the completely fucked out expression on your face. He reached down to palm his cock again, spreading your wetness all over him. 

As he reached down kiss you messily on the lips, his hands grabbed your wrists, holding them tightly above your head and he pressed the head of his cock into your cunt. He groaned, pushing himself in a bit further, “Fuck, you’re so tight. How are you so tight?” As he sunk into you entirely, you moaned lightly, eyes screwed shut from the pleasure. “Who is your pussy this wet for?” He asked, pulling out of you so only the head remained.

You whined, trying to rut your hips upward so he would fill you again. There was a wicked smile on his face as he looked down at your writhing body. “You!” You screamed quietly, tears almost filling your eyes from how much you needed him, “It’s for you. Only you,” your words were slurring together and you were sure that there was a crazed look in your eye. You didn’t find it in you to care.

In fact, as Jimin began to pound into you at a relentless and vicious pace, you couldn’t find it in you to care about anything other than how you felt at that moment. The sound of his skin slapping against yours. The musky scent of sweat that was beginning to fill the room. The euphoric feeling that began at the tips of your fingers, spreading into every crevice of your body. Jimin had lifted your left leg over his shoulder and was managing to hit your g-spot every single time. It was ruthless. Your body was screaming at you to orgasm.

“’M gonna cum,” you gasped out, eyes rolling into the of your head as your back arched off of the bed. He pushed you through it, increasing the speed at which he was rubbing your clit and the pace of his thrusts. White sparks exploded behind your eyelids and, for a second, everything was numb. You had never felt pleasure like it. The only way to describe it would be ecstasy.

As you had cum, your walls had tightened around him. Jimin cursed softly, ramming into you at an incomprehensible speed until he finally found his release. You could feel his cum coating your walls and you moaned again, completely turned on by the feeling of him inside of you. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, a hand coming up to push the hair out of your face. Slowly, he pulled out of you and you found your walls clenching around nothing, you whimpered.

Jimin chuckled, knowing exactly what you wanted and leaned down to press another kiss to your mouth, “Later,” he murmured, “I think we should talk first, yes?”

And God, you couldn’t wait for ‘later’.

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A/N: so... i’ve never written a smut before so please tell me what you think and i hope it’s not awkward ://

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One Night

I wanted to read a fic specific to whats in my head, I couldn’t find one, so I took 4 hours to write my own, Enjoy!

Oh if you want a description, its an insert yourself type, one night with Taron Egerton thing, it gets steamy, it has a bit of a long intro but it’s worth it, I promise.

If you wanna know what I was listening to when I wrote this, check out

Woman - City and Colour

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + the Machine

Muddy Waters - LP

Ok here we go!

I’ve never been one for parties, especially the fancy kind. You know, the kind where you have to actually look like you belong, buy an expensive dress and pretend you fit in.

Working on a movie set was certainly amazing, but all the glam outside of it just wasn’t my style. I’m way more comfortable in jeans and a hoodie. But at least for now, I had to act the part.

It was the wrap party, I was only one of the makeup artists on the set but everyone mattered there. It was a collective effort. I got to know most of the cast on a superficial basis, seen them at their worst, and witnessed tantrums like you’ve never seen. I didn’t work so much with the leads, just some extras and minor characters, but close enough to see all of this happening on a daily basis. But all in all, it was a pretty great gig.

It’s been a long 3 months of shooting, and reshooting, and here we are. Celebrating the end. I’m gonna miss all of it, even the bad parts, the late nights and extremely early mornings. Everyone will move on to the next one, leaving this just another credit on their IMDb page. This was only my second gig, and I still wasn’t used to it. Who knows where I’ll be next.

Back to the party. We were set up in some high rise 10 star hotel, in a ballroom with a terrace overlooking the city. I tried, I really did, but my social skills leave something to be desired, so I made my way out to the balcony with a glass of champagne after aimlessly wandering around nodding and smiling to whoever came in my path. I basically went unnoticed. My dress was uncomfortable, my shoes were hurting my feet and my hair was twisted up too tight, giving me a headache. Sequins and high heels were not for me. I wasn’t much for champagne either, I just held it as I wandered, taking small sips, trying to look like I enjoyed it. The air outside was so wonderful, a nice breeze, not as stuffy and way more relaxing than in that ballroom. Surprisingly, I was the only one out there to enjoy it. The quietness of it all, and the view of the city, that balcony became my favorite place in the world at that moment. I rested against the thin wall separating me from freefalling hundreds of feet down. I was most certainly afraid of heights, but the view was just too breathtaking. I wanted to be as close as possible to the lights, and the stars above. I felt so much peace standing there, gazing at the glitter all around me. I could still hear the faint melody of music traveling from inside, soothing me.

-Taron

These parties were nothing but schmoozing and everyone congratulating themselves for a ‘job well done’. Shooting this movie has been exhausting, it took a lot of me, both physically and mentally. It’s not always fun and games in this business. I was proud to be a part of this though, it was a project I’ve been excited about doing for awhile. I flittered about from group to group, receiving pats on the back and constant 'cheers’ with that annoying clinking of glasses. Truth be told, I was glad shooting was over. I needed a break, I just wanted to sleep for a week and then go eat a cheeseburger. My diet was so strict and working out every day took a lot of out me. I haven’t seen any of my friends or family in months, I was on and off with my girlfriend, the stress just of that alone made me miserable and intolerable for weeks. I got to the point of madness and brought myself back. I had a talk with John, the director, a long talk. After that point, I learned to contain, mostly, the insanity going on inside my head. I made a point to interact with everyone on set, from catering to PAs to the makeup artists. I began to feel better little by little, but of course, not completely.

I needed to relax a bit, have a few more drinks and forget about everything but tonight. I noticed one of the makeup artists here and there, just kind of walking about looking a bit lost. I had seen her in the trailer every day, working on my co-stars, but we never really interacted all that much. Mostly just that cheesy acknowledging smile and random bits of talking about that day of shooting or the weather. After listening to the fifth story of whatever happened on day whatever on set, my eyes wandered around the room, half listening and caught her again. She made her way outside onto the terrace, I can’t say I blame her for making an exit. I’d much rather be at the pub knocking a few pints back with the boys. I excused myself and followed her lead.

-Reader

The champagne glass was still in my hand, feeling heavy. Pouring it over the balcony probably wouldn’t be a good idea, I took a deep breath and just finished it off. Yup, I still didn’t like it. I had a few mixed drinks before this, then the champagne came out, where we toasted and cheered to success and prosperity. I heard footsteps behind me and sighed, there goes my peaceful reflection time. And now I’m going to have to make awkward conversation with someone and pretend I’m interested. Maybe if I just stand here and ignore them, they’ll go away. I can act like I never heard them. I heard a voice say hello and I recognized the accent straight away.

-Taron

She was just standing there, leaning over the balcony, empty glass in her hand. Her dress was glimmering spectacularly against the dark sky. Truth be told, I never paid much attention to her, or much of anyone else really, especially in those dark times. I had been around her for months and only exchanged some meaningless words here and there. Tonight though, felt different. I never noticed it before. I never noticed her.

I found myself spitting out a hello and watched her freeze. I hope I didn’t scare her.

-Reader

I turned toward Taron and awkwardly smiled with a really lame wave, saying 'hey’. “Good idea, coming out here” “Yeah, it was a bit stuffy in there” I wasn’t even looking at him anymore, I was just talking to the city I guess. It was silent for a few seconds. Or minutes. It felt like enternity. “So, it’s over then eh?…the movie” “Yup, I had fun” This conversation was as lame as I had feared it would be. I had no fucking clue how to speak like an adult. I had to find something intelligent, or at least interesting to say. “It was a great experience I mean, learning about the process, seeing how it all comes together from a different perspective” It was silent again, shit, this is why I came out, to avoid this kind of thing. “So we never really introduced ourselves” He turned to face me outstretching his hand “I’m Taron” I smiled, “I know” I took his hand shaking it, kind of, mostly just a weird hand holding, jittery mess. “I’m Y/N” “Well, it’s great to finally meet you Y/N…erm formally”

-Taron

I took her little hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze, with a semi awkward handshake. Fuck, I needed a stronger drink than this watered down champagne. “I dont know about you, but this champagne is fucking awful, how about we go find something much, much better?” I don’t know why I asked, I was feeling strange and she was a beautiful girl. I kicked myself for not talking to her sooner. Of course, in all my shameful mess, I wouldn’t have noticed much of anything anyway. I just felt like tonight I needed to do what I felt and forget what was going on inside my head. She looked a little surprised and let out a laugh. “Yes, please!”

-Reader

We headed back inside, trying to stealthily make our way through the groups of people getting drunk off piss water. We reached the door and he grabbed my hand again, leading me to the elevator. I had no idea what was even going on, but I was running with it. I won’t lie, he’s a fucking attractive man. I had a crush on him even before I knew I’d be working on this movie close to him. But I kind of just pushed that away when I saw how much shit he seemed to be going through. I did my job and forgot about it all. The doors dinged open, he pulled me inside with a sly smile. "I know a great pub up the street” “Sure” was all I could say. I stared at my reflection in the shiny doors in front of me. I hope I looked ok, I hadn’t checked myself in hours. I started to feel a little self conscious and I felt a firm squeeze of my hand again. I looked at him and his smile was so big. He looked happy for once. I had seen him so low, so unhappy, it was so great to see that fade away tonight. I hope I could keep that smile on his face. My thoughts went from G to R real quick. Being up close, this close, to him, made my whole body warm. I had an electrifying sensation running through me. I wanted so much in that moment to grab him and feel how soft his lips would be against mine.

-Taron

She was a magnet and I was inching closer and closer to her. I don’t know where this came from, or why, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t regret any of it. I caught her having a moment, staring at herself in the mirror, it looked like some of the happiness was sucked out of her. I squeezed her hand to let her know she didn’t need to worry about that. I wondered if she knew how gorgeous she was. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Her eyes were gleaming, her smile was soft and shy. That dress on her fit so well, it enhanced her amazing subtle curves, I felt how much I wanted her then. I could have stopped this elevator and taken her right there. I can’t believe it took me so long to notice.

-Reader

The doors dinged again once more and we made our way down the street. The pub was alive and loud. Grungy rock was wailing around every inch. We headed to the bar to get some real drinks. I felt his hot breath in my ear asking what I wanted. I shivered, even just that made my lose half my senses. He was still holding my hand. We grabbed our drinks and found a corner. I suddenly felt awkward again. We were a bit overdressed. And these shoes were seriously killing my feet. I couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped them off, the relief was amazing. Sure, I was probably standing in old piss, vomit and alcohol, but at least I wasn’t in pain. It was impossible to have a conversation, we just kind of stood there drinking and taking in the scene in front of us. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, dancing, playing billiards and throwing darts. I tossed my drink back quick, ready for another. Taron quickly made his way back to the bar for a refresher.

-Taron

This beer was 1000 times better than whatever they were serving back at the hotel. I felt my senses coming alive finally. And being here, this close to her, I knew my choice was right. I didn’t know what happens next but I was going to enjoy what I had right now. I got us a couple more drinks, and was feeling the electricity running through me. She had taken off her shoes, and was standing on god knows whatever was on this sticky floor. I watched as she pulled her hair out of whatever contraption was holding it up, letting it cascade over her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it a few times, her eyes closed, looking so relaxed and relieved. I wanted her so fucking bad, with every second that passed.

-Reader

I had to take my hair down, it felt like bricks stacked on top of my head, the fucking relief I felt when it fell was heaven. I tossed it about, not caring too much how it looked, I was feeling real good right about now. His body was so close to me, radiating heat and just…good. I didn’t have any other word in my head but that, good. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel his skin and run my hands down his body, feeling every inch. I had to control myself, I knew if I had one or two more drinks it would be over and all my inhibitions would be out the window. That white dress shirt was so well fitted against his chest, and his pants clung to those fucking amazing thick thighs. God, I wanted to be between them. I wanted to do …STOP! I needed to really stop myself from these thoughts. I had to get my mind off of all the dirty things I wanted to do to him. I knocked another drink back and made a beeline for the restroom. I had to get a grip. I splashed some cool water on my face and gave myself a moment.

-Taron

I couldn’t help but smile, this night was shaping up to be loads better than I had imagined. And if I could help it, I was going to make sure it stayed that way. Y/N was on her way back over, even the way she walked was sexy. I was mesmerized by the way her hips swayed, finding myself wondering what other ways they could move. I felt my cock twitch at the thought. She smiled at me, it was a sloppy but happy smile. I could tell she needed this as much as I did. I wanted to feel her against me, but I’m sure fucking her on the bar would be frowned upon, so before she made her way fully back to our dark corner, I grabbed her hand and lead her to the dancefloor. And by dancefloor, I mean just some small space by the jukebox. She trailed her hands lazily up around my neck and my hands found her hips. We swayed to the beat of whatever was playing, our bodies in rhythym. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, she looked so fucking sexy. I pushed myself closer into her, moving my hands farther down, wanting to feel more. I slid one hand slyly over her ass and back up to her hip. Shit, I was going to explode if I didn’t get her to my room soon. The way she moved against me made me ready to bust out of my trousers. Her eyes opened, finding mine, half hooded and glazed with lust. I bit my lip trying to resist the urge of ripping that dress right off her and fucking her senseless in front of everyone.

-Reader

He was so fucking gorgeous, his eyes were such a pretty shade of green? blue? Whatever, they were beautiful. His body felt so good against mine, I could feel the heat and pulse beating hard. I felt like I was dreaming, this was too good to be true. His hands roamed and it felt like heaven. I wanted him to do unspeakable things to me. I watched him bite his lip with a painful look in his eyes. I reached my hand up and ran it through his hair, and stopped myself from grabbing a handful while I smashed my mouth against his. I couldn’t do that yet, not here. I turned myself around, my back against him. I moved to the music, feeling every beat. His hands travelled my body again, running up and down my sides, down to my hips and back up. My head fell against his shoulder, I could feel his nose and lips lightly, barely touching my neck and breathing me in, and his breath was warm and hearty when he whispered “Let’s get out of here”

-Taron

I couldn’t take it anymore, I need to get the fuck out of there and take her back to my room. I needed this, so so bad. She smelled like sweetness and warmth. She was glowing against the dim neon signs illuminating every fucking beautiful feature on her face. I grabbed her hand again and we made our way out of the hot bar. I had trickles of sweat beading up from the number of people and the heat I felt everywhere on my body. We quickly made our way up to my room, the tension charging. The door slammed shut. There was only a slight ray of light making its way through the curtain, from the street light below. I could only see her. She stood against the wall near the bed, hands behind her back, looking timid. I walked slowly toward her, my eyes burned into hers. I placed my hands on either side of her face and just took her in, the look in her eyes, the way she she looked back at me, with need. My lips ached so bad, I needed to feel her mouth on mine. My lips crashed into hers and my head exploded. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. My tongue parted her lips, drinking her in. We kissed like it was the last time we would ever feel anything again. We were so in sync, the energy rushing to my head and down my body, my erection growing harder.

-Reader

His mouth was so warm, and he had the softest lips I’ve ever felt. It was feverish and full of want. I couldn’t get enough. His mouth moved to a spot by my ear and down my neck flicking his tongue against my skin. It felt so good, I almost was ready to burst right then. I grabbed a handful of his hair and brought his lips back to mine. I wanted to kiss him forever. He pushed me harder against the wall, his body heavy and firm. I could feel his cock pushing against the thin fabric of his pants, I wanted to feel it all. I ripped his shirt open popping a few buttons off, watching them fly across the room. My hands greedily felt every inch down his chest, bringing my mouth down to his neck, and licking the sharp angles of his jawline. He let out a small moan and I could feel myself getting wet and ready. I quickly went for his zipper and unfastened the button that was separating me from what I wanted. His pants were off in an instant, leaving him in his boxer briefs, exposing those glorious thighs. I pushed him down to sit on the bed as I slid my dress off my shoulders and down my hips leaving me in just black lace. His hands quickly found my hips again and down to palm my ass while his lips went for my stomach. He kissed and nibbled, lightly sucking my skin inching farther down. I hadn’t felt this sensation of insane lust in years, and I never wanted it to end.

-Taron

Jesus Christ, she was a goddess. Her body was art, slight curves, and smooth skin. I wanted to make sure I covered every inch of her with my hands, my tongue, my own body. She was standing before me in some sexy lacy number and I wanted to rip it off of her. Her hands gripped my hair while I inhaled her sweet skin, kissing and wanting more. She dropped to her knees, her mouth kissing my inner thigh, inching further and further up. Fuck this felt amazing. While her hands ran up my thighs and back down, I gently wrapped her hair in my hands. The electricty I felt when her mouth found my cock was unexplainable. My head was going to explode. I watched her methodically move my erection in and out of her mouth, she knew what she was doing for sure. Her tongue and hand worked together and I felt I was about to combust. I grabbed her and stood back up, turning her around and pushing her back up against the wall. I wanted to drink her in before I ravaged her.

-Reader

In an instant I was up again and my body pressed against the wall. I felt him behind me, hands roaming, his fingertips caressing my skin. He kissed my shoulder lightly, breathing and exhaling hot air all over me. I heard him exhale with a gentle groan as he grabbed my hips and pushed himself hard against me. His hands made their way up and to my bra, his fingers running the outline below my breasts. He found his way inside, caressing and gently gripping the soft skin. It was my turn to let out a moan now. It felt so good. Good seemed to be the only word I knew apparently. I felt the clasp come undone exposing me. He had full access now. He spun me around, his mouth locking down on my nipple, ever so gently sucking. Oh my god, it felt amazing. I was dripping, and throbbing, I need to feel him inside me right now. His mouth took turns on each breast and then back to my lips kissing me with a hasty passion. His hands trailed down, slowly rubbing my inner thigh, bringing my leg up to his waist, while his other hand moved back down agonizingly slow toward my center. His fingers slipped inside the thin fabric and onto my wet skin. The sound that escaped my lips was loud and feral. I was about to burst. He worked his fingers slowly, making sure to cover the most sensitive spots, knowing where to make me feel like I was on fire.

-Taron

She felt so ready, so wet, just for me. I loved that I could make her feel this way, and elicit such primal sounds. I wanted to hear more, I was greedy. Her skin was so soft and so warm. I could feel the sweat beading between us, both of us ready for more. I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissed her lips more. I placed her on the bed, watching her impatient, waiting for me to give her what she wants. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow but I also wanted to take my sweet time and relish every fucking amazing moment, who knows when I’ll have another night like this. I kissed her ankle, her calf, the inside of her knee, moving up to her inner thigh, and the sensitive skin near that sweet spot. I teased her by kissing everywhere but where she needed it the most. I heard her softly beg 'please’ and I was ready to comply. I lapped up every tiny inch of her. Her clit was swollen and moist, she tasted like heaven. I couldn’t help but smile hearing her moan and try to stop herself from saying the most decadently dirty things. I licked and sucked as much as she could stand, but I didn’t want it to end. I moved my mouth back up, kissing her stomach, breasts and neck. I looked into her eyes as she bit her lip, so ready for what was next. I placed myself over her, and slowly slid my length inside of her. So slow. My breath was jagged in her ear. She felt fucking amazing. I felt like my head was swimming. I was high.

-Reader

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy shit, this is so, ugh, god, yes. I could not bear to say that except in my own head. All I could do was moan and move in time with his body. He slid in and out of me so painstakingly slow, making me feel every inch of him. I gripped him as hard as I could and worked my hips in rhthym. I could feel the pace picking up and the mood shifting, neither of us could take it any longer. I needed him, harder, deeper, fucking faster. I quickly rolled over and placed myself on top of him. He was a thing of beauty and I was the luckiest girl in the world right now. I was drunk with pleasure, and of course a bit of alcohol. But even sober this would still feel like the greatest sin. I grabbed his cock and pushed him inside of me once again. I screamed. The fucking feeling was euphoric. I could not imagine anything ever in the history of the world feeling or being as good as right now is. I moved faster and faster, throwing myself back to sit fully on him. His hands found my breasts, his tongue making its way back to them. Oh fuck, how on earth can anything feel SO good?

-Taron

She definitely knows how to move, my cock is so hard and throbbing deep inside of her. My eyes are so glazed over with fucking lust. I can’t help but watch her move on top of me. Shes fucking art, I want to put her in a museum and watch everyone envy her beauty. My hands find her hips and back to her ass. I move her, thrusting up hard and fast, faster, and faster, both of us panting and aching and crying for more. I growl like a fucking animal as our bodies collide over and over, sweat pouring, desire seeping out of us. I’m grabbing her so hard I’m probably brusing her, but in the moment all I care about is this feeling. I can tell shes close, the way her hips are moving and how much she’s grinding down on me. I’m surprised I haven’t cum yet, but this feeling is too amazing to let go of. She squeezes herself so tight I feel like it’s going to crush me but in the best way. A loud moan and pure ecstacy escape her lips and I feel myself ready to burst. With one last thrust, I let it all go. Fuck! I let out another primal scream and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. She collapses on top of me, her chest heaving, out of breath. She moves beside me and rolls over on her back. “Holy fuck” is all she can say.

-Reader

“Holy fuck” There is nothing else to say. This has been…unexpected. I have no idea where to go from here but I cannot imagine anyone had as good of a night as we just did. I am exhausted, and drenched in sweat and him. I feel so relaxed I could fall asleep in 3 seconds. He moves closer to me, on his side, head propped up with his hand. He makes small circles on my stomach with his finger and kisses my shoulder. “Thank you” comes out of his lips. “I had no idea what was going to happen tonight, but I didn’t know it would have been this” I don’t know how to take that. “I had an amazing time, and you are fucking phenomenal” I smile and can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Thanks” “You’re welcome”

-Taron

I don’t know what the hell to do. I haven’t had sex with anyone that wasn’t my girlfriend in so long. Should I ask her to stay? Does she want to? Fuck, I need to turn on the a/c. I need a shower too, I feel like I just bathed in sweat. I don’t want to move, she feels so good next to me. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I nod “Yeah of course love, go at it” “Do you want to join me?” She says through a sly grin walking towards the bathroom. I can’t get up fast enough.  

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The King’s Men

The King’s Men is the third book in the All for the Game written by Nora Sakavic. If you haven’t read the previous two books, then first off, why are you reading this, second, I will SPOIL EVERYTHING that happens in them. Got it? Good. Let’s start. 

I read the Raven King and started writing a review, that I just couldn’t finish. I was so shell-shocked, so absolutely floored by the way that book ends, that I couldn’t put any of the things I felt into words, and by the time I felt I could write something, I had forgotten some of the things that happened in the first half of the book. I had no desire to reread it; I had no desire to read anything really, that’s how deep the reading slump that book threw me in was. I wasn’t sure I would ever finish the series. Well, finish the series I did, and I’m happy to say that this was my favorite book. In most ways I liked it the same as book 2, but the ending really bumped it up a notch higher than The Raven King. We pick up right after the end of book 2; Neil Josten somehow managed to survive the brutality of Edgar Allen, and is back in Palmetto State, at the same time that Andrew is released from the hospital. Things aren’t looking great for the team: now that Andrew is back and off his meds, the team is back to antagonism and their 2 separate groups, something they can’t afford if they have any hopes of making to the Championship. Moreover, now that the Moriyamas know who Neil is, he can no longer hide behind his identity, and his past might finally be catching up to him. I think it’s best to go through the same points I had for the first book, so let’s start with The Plot: This is the longest book, and as such it’s the most involved plot. Not only do we follow the preliminary rounds leading up to the Spring Championship, but we also have to deal with all the revelations from the previous book: what Rico does to his teammates, his constant threats and psychological warfare over the Foxes, Kevin’s guilt for abandoning Jean to Rico’s whims, Kevin’s parentage, Neil knowing about Kevin’s parentage and Rico and Kevin knowing the truth about Neil. There is also the fact that due to Rico’s intervention Neil is now visible to the public, and of course, Andrew being sober after 2 full years of medication. It’s a lot to cover, and for the most part, I think the book handles all of these threads well. Like always with this series, I have a lot of questions that I’m sure will never be answered, so let’s start with the most obvious: the mafia plot. I was surprised to see the plot with Neil’s dad culminating around the book’s midpoint; it’s resolved before any of the Championship stuff is, which was an odd choice. The Championship, as important as it is to Neil, is still just a game; his father on the other hand is a murderer who has spent the last 8 years trying to kill Neil, and has successfully killed his mother. This section of the book was the hardest for me to read; I don’t know what it is about Sakavic wanting for Neil to suffer the most gruesome violence, but the amount of abuse this poor child has gone through is almost insane, considering he’s 19. Maybe because of what happened to him in Edgar Allen I was more prepared for the torture in this, maybe it was because I finally got desensetised to the amount of abuse in these books, but I found this slightly less emotionally taxing to read than the ending of book 2. It’s still incredibly gruesome and if you are at all triggered by this kind of stuff, stay far far away from this book (though really what are you doing reading book 3 in a series). I am not squeamish about violence or torture, but even I needed to take breaks. How Nathan’s men find Neil was something I wasn’t super clear on, but what I especially wasn’t clear on was the aftermath. I genuinely thought Nathan might maim Neil, since I had no idea what could possibly happen to get him out of that situation, and when Stuart appeared, I was shocked. His character is set up, all the way back in book 1, but I had genuinely forgotten about him in the midst of everything else, and he was welcome reveal I had not seen coming. The plot with the FBI was just bizarre to me. I have heard of people who can refuse being put under witness protection before, so that wasn’t off putting; what was, was the Feds agreeing to not only bring the Foxes to Neil, but also allow Andrew to stay with Neil the whole time he is telling them his story! I find that very hard to believe; no agency in their right mind would want an unrelated party knowing so much sensitive information about an ongoing case. In the end, we also never find out what happens to the Butcher’s Kingdom? Did they ever catch Jensen and his brother? Then there are the Moriyamas. I found the scene between Ichorou and Neil kind of funny, in how hard it tried to paint Ichorou as this dangerous, violent man who commands so much respect, while also being described as barely a 20 year old. I did appreciate that Neil was still as sharp and clever as ever, and the way he spins the events of the past two books to not only make Coach Moriyama and Rico as the villains, but also secure a future for himself, Kevin and Jean was amazing. The ending was… interesting. Look, here’s the thing: Rico absolutely was a piece of shit. He was abusive, sadistic, arrogant, unhinged and violent, and he was never shown to have any kind of redeeming qualities or even the possibility of change. But he was also still a victim; Exy was all he had, all he would ever have, and his relentless desire to get noticed by his father was humanizing. He shared that one trait with Neil and seeing him being shown a single act of kindness by Ichorou and then immediately getting shot in the head before Neil was horrifying. The fact that Neil has no morsel of remorse for him too? That was cold. Like father like son. Also does this mean that Edgar Allen won’t be a prison anymore? Evermore is no longer the Moriyama domain? Is Ichorou washing his hands off of exy? Speaking of exy, all of my criticisms still stand. However, I will say that I got used to it enough to where I honestly didn’t care or notice how out of place it was anymore. With everything happening in this book, worrying about the intricacies of how exy tied into this world became irelevant. This didn’t make the games bad or irrelevant though; I enjoyed all of the matches, especially the last 3, where some strategies and positions were changed around. Having Neil play defense against Rico was sweet revenge; I also liked that the final goal was almost a non-presence, because Neil doesn’t even know it’s happening. He’s so tired and so lost in his head that he doesn’t even realize they’d won. Honestly, having people positioned as they were at the end of the book, I almost wanted to find out more of how the world of exy looked. With Jean going to UTC, the Ravens under new management, Renee, Alison, and Dan leaving Palmetto, and Neil as captain, it would have been fun to see how the sport and the game changed. Look at me, praising a fake sport that I hated so much in book 1. Characters: I don’t think anyone reads this series for exy though, let’s be real. No, the real draw are the characters, and the relationships between them. The bulk of the character development came down in book 2; book 2 was where we found out what Andrew’s backstory was, why he and Aaron hate each-other, Nicky’s family situation, Renee’s backstory, the fallout of Seth’s murder, everything to do with Rico, Kevin and Jean, and Wymack. This book builds on all of that; Neil takes front and center role, and I really liked that. He has finally accepted that he is the glue that holds the team together; even when he’s faced with his imminent death, his first priority is protecting Andrew and the rest of the Foxes, even if that means leaving them again, knowing full well his absence would destroy them. Neil constantly thinks of himself as selfish, because he’s been taught that wanting anything other than survival is selfish, but he’s nothing but selfless. Andrew puts it best, he has a martyr complex, and he genuinely wants to do right by everyone, even if that means having little to no regard for his physical safety. He risks abuse and injuries to get people to come together, and honestly, anyone who spends time trying to crack Andrew’s shell is a saint. I didn’t much care for the Foxes when I met them, but in this book, I had fallen in love with all of them. Dan was always great, though she takes a back seat here, mostly so we can have more time to get to know the rest of the cast. Renee was always the character I struggled with the most, but I liked her a lot here. I liked that she knew exactly when to push and when to leave things be, both with Andrew and Neil. I honestly wish we could have been in her perspective when she got Jean out of Evermore, that was such a badass scene. I liked Alison least in book 1, but I loved her here. She was an amazing character; I loved that she and Neil finally got a chance to talk and come to terms with Neil being responsible for Seth’s death, that she was allowed to be angry with Neil for the entirety for book 2. She is unapologetic about everything, from how hot, rich and done up she is, to how devoted and aggressive at exy she is too. I also loved that she was the one who got the trophy shelf. Matt was always my favorite character, and he was just a gem here. I always loved him the most out of the boys, and nothing has changed; he is as funny and kind, as ever, and he was always there for Neil, even when Neil wouldn’t admit he needed help. Also his reaction to the Maserati was priceless. Nicky was the one character who I was never sold on. He is the emotional core of the group in the sense that he gives Neil the push he needs to finally recontextualize his life and his priorities. He’s a man who just wants very badly to be liked and loved, and he’s constantly put in situations where he isn’t able to do that. Nicky was more prominent in book 2, though, so this book didn’t develop him any further. Kevin too was someone who got the bulk of his character development in book 2, but seeing him finally step into his own, stand up to Rico, take control over his life and get the 2 tattoo of his face was amazing. I loved that he got there gradually, but he still got there, and though he never became any more likable, it was so gratifying to see his growth. Aaron was the character I never liked, and I absolutely didn’t like him here either. That fight he has with Neil pissed me off so much, and I loved that Andrew picked Neil over Aaron, which at least showed me that he was a little more observant than he looked. Finally Andrew. Almost more than Neil, this series revolves around Andrew. Everything Neil does is to protect Andrew, which was a complete 180 from book 1, where Neil was willing to risk Andrew’s life just for a chance to play exy. Like Kevin, Andrew never becomes more likable, and his development is rather subtle and slight, but it’s still such a different place from where he started in book 1. He never truly becomes a good person, but he learns to accept people for the decisions that they make, and to let at least one other person in. His relationship with Neil was so well developed, that authors should learn how to write a good slowburn from it. The slow build of first begrudging trust, then friendship and finally romance was excellent, and for one I really didn’t mind the whole ‘I don’t care about gender, because I’m only attracted to you’ trope. I loved the revelation of Andrew’s photographic memory, because it tied so well with both his character and the scene where Neil asks him how Andrew can let anyone touch or kiss him after everything he’s been through. That he trusts Neil because he knows Neil would never do anything Andrew would say no to was really great. I also fucking called the whole he’s taking drugs for being a psychopath; it feels so good to be vindicated. Overall, I really enjoyed this final book. The series as a whole does have a lot of flaws, and it’s definitely an acquired taste, but I’m glad I read it. Each book kept getting better, and I feel like Sakavic really hit her stride with the second and this book in terms of her characters and plot. It’s a classic YA series for a reason, and I do recommend it if you can stomach the abuse/violence; I’d be curious to read anything else this author has in store.

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Here’s a part two to our rec list with bottom Louis/top Harry fics told from Harry’s point of view. You can find part one here. Enjoy!

1) Precious Little Diamond (I’ll Give It All To You) | Explicit | 2044 words

Alpha!Harry/omega!Louis PWP written for this textpost: Established relationship H/L with alpha!Harry just popping his knot in omega!Louis and it’s his favourite part; just laying down and cuddling as they mate but Louis just wriggles around in his lap until he can grab his xbox controller and starts playing video games with Harry still inside him and Harry’s like “??!?????!???!!!???” And Louis’ like “oh shush it takes forever” and scores a goal on the game.

2) If It Hurts To Breathe, Open The Window | Explicit | 4406 words

Louis looks wonderful himself, in a muscle shirt reading The Stone Roses and showing off all his own ink. His jeans are tighter than Harry’s, and there are dark circles under his eyes and his hair is tatty and wild, and there’s a sex bruise on the bend of his elbow Harry didn’t give to him.

3) It’s Your Soul That I’m Caught In Yet You Don’t Hear Me Call Your Name | Explicit | 4433 words

The one in which Harry goes out for a run in the early morning rain without telling Louis and Louis wakes up alone, cold and needy.

4) Like You Hate Me | Explicit | 6541 words

“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.

Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.

5) I’m Broken, Do You Hear Me? | Explicit | 6957 words

Louis starts acting weird and distant around Harry, and it takes Harry a little while to put together what’s wrong. When he finally does, he’s determined to help Louis see just how much he loves every piece of him.

6) Glimpse Of The Silhouettes | Explicit | 7181 words

Harry isn’t sure what the rules are for this. It’s hard to believe that there are any, that’s there’s a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?

7) A Virgin To That Money | Explicit | 7366 words

AU. Harry and Louis are broke university students who hate each other and make a sex tape. (In which Louis gets fucked a lot, Harry can’t find the camera, and the road to falling in love is different for everyone.)

8) Bite the Bullet, Feel the Rush | Explicit | 7750 words

Louis is still behind him, insistently teetering from one foot to another, breathing against his neck in short, warm puffs and he feels so nice and sleep warm, smells so good, like the laundry detergent they use, like the Acqua di Gio he wears, like the coconut shower gel he probably steals from Harry, because Harry’s sure it’s his own and he’s even more certain that Louis doesn’t have his own bottle of the same thing, and Harry feels pure want tugging somewhere behind his ribcage, inside his tummy and it’s horribly unfair, he thinks.

9) Raised on Rhythm and Blues | Explicit | 8034 words

Note: Mentions of BH.

“That look on your face makes me think you’re not cooking me spaghetti fast enough,” Louis announces as he walks back into the kitchen. Harry knows exactly where Zoe gets her habits from.

“Cooking for my two beautiful and insanely intelligent children, not for the weird bloke that sleeps in my bed and eats all my food,” Harry answers, tilting his head and wondering if he should add more sauce.

10) Love To Make Him Moan | Explicit | 8106 words

They fuck like they’re sex starved, when they’re really, really not.

11) Put You On Repeat, Play You Everywhere I Go | Explicit | 8290 words

Harry is a college radio show host and Louis is a contemporary dancer attending said college. After a drunk hook-up, naturally a whole bunch of pining, dedicated love songs and make-out sessions on dance studio floors ensue.

12) Maid In The A.M. | Explicit | 9118 words

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The lad frowned at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said automatically. Which, wait. No, that wasn’t right. “Um, actually, I sort of live here?”

Okay, that came out less firm than Harry would like, but it was still true.

The guy rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Harry had absolutely no idea what was happening.

13) We Wreak Havoc With Our Hearts | Explicit | 9417 words

Harry finds that he can’t keep things separate; neither can Louis.

14) Got It Right Such A Long Time Ago | Explicit | 9699 words

Four months into One Direction’s hiatus, Louis comes to stay with Harry after a bad breakup.

15) 3B Neighbor | Explicit | 10407 words

A mysterious neighbour keeps slipping the worst sort of notes under Harry’s door.

16) Just Like The Wolf Before He Bites | Explicit | 11096 words

He’s loud, Louis is, and that’s far from unusual for him, but the volume of it still has Harry pulling back the curtain. There’s a half-formed thought in the back of his brain about telling Louis off, because it’s fucking half three in the morning, but then.

But then Harry’s eyes get stuck on the soft glint of Louis’ stubble in the light, and he’s making his way across the room before he even realizes it.

Louis, for his part, just tips his chin up to give Harry space and keeps talking, waving the joint in his hand around for emphasis. He doesn’t even bother to greet Harry, going on with his story to his semi-rapt audience, just settles a hand in between Harry’s shoulder blades and pushes him down firmly.

Harry just. Relaxes. His eyes slip closed, pushing his entire face into that spot underneath Louis’ chin, where his hair is still growing, neat and prickly. The scent of Louis’ cologne drifts into Harry’s nose, light and fresh, and it’s calming. Comforting. His breathing syncs up with Louis’ quickly, and Harry feels so much better than he had five minutes ago he almost wants to cry.

17) As Deep As The Sky | Explicit | 12265 words

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make.

18) Put It On Me | Explicit | 14890 words

Harry’s bachelor party doesn’t go as planned.

19) Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes | Explicit | 17965 words

Louis is just 18 and ends up in 2015 for one day at Harry’s request, one day to make sure his spirit is strong and hopeful enough to take him to the X Factor and end him up where he’s supposed to be. Aka, the one where Harry makes sure Louis knows how amazing he is.

20) Light In Darkness Come Through | Explicit | 20012 words

Note: This fic is Harry’s perspective of this fic (which is told from Louis’ perspective), so you may want to read that one first.

There’s two parts to it, really. The first part is Louis being an omega and lying about that for years. The second, much more complicated part, is that Harry knew that Louis was lying about something for years, even though he didn’t know what it was.

Louis being an omega is an idea that crosses Harry’s mind more than a few times over the years. He’s pretty sure that he’s not the only person who’s ever had the thought, but he’s confident in saying that he’s the only one who wasn’t thinking it because Louis is tiny.

21) You Could Have Moonlight in Your Hands | Explicit | 20501 words

It’s the usual work for Harry—with awestruck fans crowding his space, cellphone cameras in his face, and rude paparazzi loitering around in front of the building to take his pictures, his day is turning into a not-so-brilliant one. And then a beautiful man falls into his life. Literally.

22) Love Like Wildfire | Explicit | 21774 words

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal. They were mates, drawn to each other since they first met in the Hogwarts Express. They worked well like that, or at least they tried, which only made their relationship way more interesting.

23) All The Lights are Full Of Colour | Explicit | 26727 words

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

24) Blind From This Sweet, Sweet Craving | Explicit | 31170 words

“So, I guess we’ll go?” Louis asks later, when Harry has calmed down and eaten his weight in Chinese food. He plays with this chopsticks, spearing another piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind. We could make it an adventure.”

Harry observes him, watches him seated across from him on their old living room carpet, with a container of food on his lap. He’s fidgeting, avoiding meeting Harry’s gaze–he probably knows that Harry’s mad at him for ruining the one chance they had to get out of this situation. And he’s not wrong, Harry is definitely very mad. Harry wants to strangle him and castrate him and smack him upside the head.

But he’s also Harry’s best friend, and despite everything, despite all the fuck-ups and the plot twists and everything just not playing out the way it should, he’d still rather be stuck in this situation with Louis than any of the other boys. He’s got Harry’s back, and in a weird, abstract way, he knows they’ll be able to get out of this situation, together.

Harry sighs. “We’re going,” he says resignedly, his shoulders slumping.

Oh well. There are definitely worse ways to spend the weekend than pretending to be engaged to his best friend.

25) Like A Timebomb Ticking | Explicit | 31743 words

Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there.

26) The List | Mature | 32094 words

‘In the weeks that follow, Harry opens his old journal more than he has in the past two years each time he remembers Venice or thinks about Louis. He always flips to the same random page in the middle of the book, marked by the picture of himself that Louis sent him a few days after they got home. There’s a message on the back that says, ‘Spontaneous looks good on you! See you soon,’ and it makes Harry’s chest warm each time he reads it. He wedges their list out from between the worn pages, and it feels silly staring down at a folded up piece of paper with a strange sense of nostalgia for experiences they’ve yet to have; for places they’ve never even been.’

27) What This World Is About | Explicit | 34472 words

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

28) Promise You’ll Remember That You’re Mine | Explicit | 34654 words

What he doesn’t expect is to see Louis in their bathroom wearing panties. Not even like standard panties, they’re fucking black and sheer so Harry can see Louis’ full arse and there’s even lace trimming the edges. He nearly has a heart attack.

Harry’s face probably looks like a bright red tomato, and if not then the only other option would be that all his blood is going to his dick, because Louis looks like a fucking wet dream.

“Oh, you’re back.” Louis looks as nonchalant as ever, when Harry is over here freaking the fuck out.

29) A Red-Dusted Planet | Explicit | 38256 words

A one-night stand in a small town in Australia turns into a weekend that Harry could’ve never predicted with a boy he may never forget. 

30) Bluebird | Explicit | 39046 words

The 2,789 miles between New York and Los Angeles is a long way to go alone.

31) A Rhythm In Rush | Explicit | 40010 words

Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

32) Just A Feeling | Explicit | 43977 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic (which is told from Louis’ perspective), so you may want to read that first.

The first time that Harry thinks about marriage in relation to Louis, he’s eighteen years old, standing in the middle of a crowded frat house, six drinks down and another in his hand.

It’s not the first time that he’s laid eyes on Louis. It’s not even the second time, or the third time, but Harry doesn’t believe in denying what his brain is trying to tell him, and his brain has been telling him that Louis might be the prettiest person in the world ever since that first fateful meeting, when Harry hadn’t been able to stop looking and Louis had ‘accidentally’ spilled his tea all over Harry’s lap in retaliation.

33) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

34) All We Do Is Drive | Explicit | 46564 words

It doesn’t make sense, the way Louis can have such an effect on him. From one look, or one stupid bet, Harry’s now street racing, apparently. He hates it. Doesn’t know how to control it, every time he sees Louis looking at him - it comes like an impulse. Without a second thought. No rhyme or real reason to it. He’s just Louis.

35) So Much We Didn’t Say | Explicit | 53584 words

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

36) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

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[stylessemantics]

Lick

Lips part two? Continuation? Sandbox? Thing? Because someone said this scenario should continue... And I agreed cause it’s a weakness and I had a plan... or did I? I don’t know, it didn’t pan out...

I encourage you to read Lips before this one though.

It would be a lie for Harry to say that he didn’t stare at you a lot. Specially after the little incident a few weeks back. 

If he was to be honest with himself, the small interaction only made him more aware of his staring, and it only made him stare more. It wasn’t a lie that he looked at your lips, and now he wasn’t stopping. The few days after the fated incident consisted of him stumbling over his words cause he was so lost in every conversation. It was a horrible cycle. He stared at you which made him lose his train of thought and not be able to speak properly, which in turn made you stare at him messing up his sentences and laugh or just stare in wonder, which would make him focus back on you and start it all over again. 

Somehow, he understood you. He didn’t know why he did it, he just knew he did, and something about knowing you’re doing the same to him just turned on some natural response that was out of his control. He had to look at yours too. And maybe you didn’t know why you looked at him, you just did, which was what he was going through now more than ever... He was okay with that. He wanted more, sure, but he didn’t know how to make it more, so he stuck with looking and pining and pinching at his own mouth whenever you licked yours; something he now knew you did very often and was driving him insane little by little.

Staring is what got you into the mess you and Harry seemed to be in right now. No words had been spoken about that day after you had bolted away from each other at the sound of your best friend coming in the kitchen; and there hadn’t been another chance for Harry to inch close to you and finish what he thought had started that night. Staring is what made him so itchy and needy. 

Staring is what got him where he is right now, and he’s glad. 

For some reason the pile of loud people you called your friends seemed to always end up close to your place, even if it was for a nice afternoon outside, which was the case today. You avoided Harry’s stare, having become more careful with your looks since that other night, but he was fixed on you more than he liked to admit. The lads were being lads, tossing a ball around and having a laugh, again poking fun at Harry for calling soccer ‘footie’ and for his not so amazing coordination while playing the game. 

It would be like watching a movie from a different perspective. As you spoke to one of your friends Harry would just trace your mouth with his sight and analyse how it moved. Your small Oh’s and very big Ah’s. Your throaty laugh and shiny lips. And then he was in pain. Staring at you is what got him a ball to the face as he stood in the middle of the impromptu soccer game which he had forgotten about for a second too long.

The metallic taste of blood was eminent as he spit some out, and you rushed to him, immediately asking him to follow you inside. It was your house after all, so you were in charge of getting the med-kit and treating his bloody wound. 

A busted lip. Your favourite thing of his to look at was now busted open and bleeding and your palms were sweaty at the thought of touching it just to make sure the wound cured properly.

He sat on your bathroom counter, legs open as you stood between them soaking whatever pad with whatever liquid and warning him it would sting. “Stay quiet, please” you mumbled dabbing at the open skin. His eyes focused on your busy mouth. Whenever you were focused on something you tended to bite your lip or leave your mouth open in a twisted ‘O’ that he adored. Your tongue would pop out every now and then and he found himself wanting to bite at it. “Will I be okay, doctor?” with his accent and the position he was in it sounded more like ‘Doh-tah’ and you had to keep yourself from giggling. Sure you were trying to stare less but that didn’t mean you didn’t still find his mouth and accent fascinating.  “Perfectly fine. Just have to put sugar on it” His brow arched in confusion.  “Sugah?” What for? You had brought the sugar from the kitchen with you. Brown sugar to be precise, and it made no sense to him whatsoever. Turns out brown sugar helps cuts in the mouth area to heal quick, it sort of urges the skin to reconstruct faster and it helps stop the bleeding. You told him this, to which he payed no attention to anything other than the way you formed your B sounds and your lips parted, as you gathered some grains in your hand. “Look up” you instructed and let the sugar fall and stick to his open gash. It was a strange feeling and he pouted trying to keep his bottom lip from touching his upper one and taking off the sugar. “Now, don’t lick it off”

You were very close, patting the sugar down with your index finger carefully, making sure the whole cut was covered and Harry couldn’t help but smirk as the rest of your fingers reached out to touch his chin and cupid’s bow. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know why his mouth was so hypnotising to you but the trance was on once again and at this point it was almost as if you couldn’t even hold it back.

You were staring, and so was he. He didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you. Ever since that day he has wondered what it would be like but never actually reached for it in fear it wasn’t what you were after. But right now it felt like you were both on the same page. Like you were having a silent agreement that a kiss would be nice right about now. His eyes just stared at your face, running over it, paying attention to your eyes – that were downcast to his lips – and then your nose – it was pointy but round and he liked it. Wanted to bump his against it – and then his latest fascination; your mouth. He loved the arch, the natural pout, the rosy colour. It was like looking at it through a magnifying glass and he could see all the little marks and lines. And he wanted to taste them. In his mind it was impossible that this wasn’t some sign that something had in fact started that night.

His hand reached around your body, grabbing at the belt-loops in your jeans and tugging you closer to the counter, closer to him. “Harry...” you whimpered. Your mouth felt dry from the tension, but you knew that if you were to lick your lips you would end up touching your tongue to his and the thought of it made you shiver as his fingers pulled you closer. “Won’t lick it off...” he started as you regained your breath from the close proximity of your faces. His nose bumped with yours ever so slightly, making chills run down your spine and goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he finished with a whisper “if yeh promise not to lick it off me, either...”

I still don’t know what this is but I might know where it’s going? Not completely sure. It’s another piece like Lips and kind of like a second part but then again... Lips wasn’t even supposed to exist in the first place. So I’m not sure giving it a part 2 was the best idea. Giving it a part 3 might be an even worse idea but whoops. Feedback?

kay, bye. Iv. xo.

[tabulaclark-blog]

The not so glamourous side of Fashion Week. Part 2

Fashion week is over. Sorry, I meant Fashion Weekssss are over. New York, London, Milan, Paris and all the other ones around the world.

The perspective of comfy clothes, messy hair up and maybe a "grasse matinée" (French for "lie in", but literally means fat morning so long sleep or massive breakfast or both, understand what you want here, I take both) is heart warming.

Of course, fashion week is everything wonderful and beautiful the press is showing us. It is a fabulous moment where everybody from the industry is in the same city and can therefore meet, brainstorm, plan exciting shoots, stories, collaborations. It's a thrilling moment where we get to discover the outcome of designers' hard work displayed magically by their team.

What the press is not showing us is what fashion workers hide behind their colgate smile or their grumpy cat face: Fashion weeks are super tough! It's an extreme "no pain, no gain" challenge, both physically and mentally.

TRAVELLING:

Travelling from fashion week to fashion week means packing  and who on earth likes packing? Unconditionally happy people maybe, but I suspect those are medicated... maybe few OCD enthusiasts? And let's put that packing chore into perspective. We are not talking about a person who works and live in one city and has to pack for a well deserved holiday away. We are talking about a breed that travels often, has to look good constantly and has to look different everyday and maybe has to change twice (or more) a day.

Of course the traveling experiences and the looking good in nice clothes is enjoyable. No question about that. It's the planning ahead with weather and impromptu events options. There is no way you can foresee your state of mind and what you'll fancy wearing on day 6 of fashion week number 4. There is no comfort zone here. You have to plan outfits that will work with the moment and lobotomise your wishes, moods, envies, weather sensitivities because you simply cannot bring your whole wardrobe with you, it's too heavy! And you won't have the time to pick and choose on the day everyday anyway.

WEARING NICE CLOTHES:

Nice clothes don't necessarily mean nice to wear. You have the extreme case of those wearing uncomfortable heels, clothes that are too tight, spandex, push ups and itchy fabrics. Why would anyone chose to suffer, why would anyone choose sure discomfort for potential attention? That goes way above my head, I have no ambition to look like a post modern sculpture, not even for halloween.

All of my clothes, and all of my friends' and respected acquaintances' clothes are comfortable, fitted and soft. But they are far from being pyjamas and sleepers. Not even elastane jeans and converse. Anything that has class, anything remotely chic doesn't give you the warm feeling of hugging clothes. Long flowing dresses and cute leather flip flops being the exception but those are summery and no fashion week happens in august.

So yes, despite extremely well engineered high heels swapped for ballerinas when you have to walk, you do have blisters. Sometimes you get blisters just because the weather is damp and you walk around a lot, even in flats. You don't need to do fashion week to know that.

Weather is a bitch! It can be spring in the morning, autumn for lunch, summer in the afternoon and winter at night. That's the worst scenario as you move around whilst it's hot, you sit at a terrasse for lunch thinking you'll finally enjoy the weather but BAM, it's cold and there are no sit inside anymore, then you rush for meetings and shows in the heat. Finally, you go for an event at night in that nice little dress you had planned and you'll feel as frozen as the Snow Queen but no kids will love you for it.

All this drama may get on your nerves if it's your 1st fashion week but soon, you just don't care. You just don't feel anything. You just disconnect your hot / cold / sensitivity neurones. You just suffer in silence.

MEETING FABULOUS PEOPLE:

The fashion industry is international, with models, photographers, journalists, stylists, hair and make up artists, art directors and designers from all around the world. And as I said, fashion week brings the whole industry in one city at the time, especially Paris, which is a plus point for me as lately, I have had only time to do this one.

So that gives me 9 days to organise and kick start my whole semester of work to come and meet everybody I want / need in between shows, presentations and events, and I can't wear my running shoes to achieve this marathon.

By the time I am facing the fashion director, the editor in chief, the designer I want to work with, I have had to make the same intro about a zillion time before and I risk going into a powerpoint presentation mode which will for sure kill my attempted fabulous factor.

As if that wasn't a challenge already, I am facing people who are on their 4th fashion week in a row (New York, London, Milan and Paris are back to back) so they are probably jet lagged, they have met more people than their brain can process and they may not even remember their own name.

EATING DELICIOUS FOOD:

Eating? When? The only lunch meeting I had turned into a bloody mary for her and a carrot juice for me (I know, how healthy of me, right?). Service takes too long when you have half hour meetings back to back in different locations.

Aside from an insanely early consistent breakfast, feeding is limited to your own provisions (I carry dry fruits in my bag) and canapés at parties and let's talk about those canapés. There are more and more parties / events that offer no food at all and only serves champagne. Please don't even start mocking me here, I hear you with your "awh poor baby, champagne only". 9 days without real food, I am hungry and therefore angry. And when canapés are indeed served, you can't just make a dinner out of it. How ridiculous would you be sitting by the buffet and devouring each spoon you can reach?

The complete opposite of my experience can happen too. There are those who have morning meetings which turn out to be unannounced breakfast meetings where large amount of delicious food is served, yet they already had a breakfast at their hotel, then they'll have 2 lunch meetings, one at noon and another at 1pm, in the evening they'll attend an event where canapés will be served and finally they'll have two sat down dinner, one at 8 pm and the other one at 10 pm. I am not exaggerating, I heard it from the horse's mouth (guess she felt like a horse by then end too)

SEEING BEAUTIFUL THINGS:

Issey Miyake, chiffon, Palais de Tokyo, jersey, red, lace, Chanel, avenue Montaigne, silk, cotton, layers, Martin Grant, wigs, feathers, Tuileries, purple, Vogue, yellow, orange is the new black, Dior, gold, shoes, gothic, leather, Kendal Jenner, Rochas, stilettos,Yazbukey, organza, corset, Première Classe, pastel tones, motor bikes, Elie Saab, bags, alligator, nude, Little Shilpa, le marais, Zoe Chicco, Le Costes, ...

By the end of fashion week, your brain is like a desktop on which you saved all your favourite images without putting them in a folder. The quantity is such that your head is spinning. Actually, it's like going to a film festival and watching several films in a row. You remember each detail of each film but you struggle pairing actors to situations.

Time to pull your socks up and play linking game: Red dress ➔ by ➔ Yohji Yamamoto ➔ seen at ➔ Hotel de Ville. And in case of total black out, Vogue is there to the rescue.

Bottom line, neither of this is a drama. We wouldn't do it if it wasn't worth it and every bit of madness is more than bearable because in the end we work for a fascinating industry and we are thankful to be part of it, however little or huge our impact may be.

[emotivema]

Love Can Be A Game- Meggy

(Peggy x Maria) (This story is set in the month of February) (This will be in Maria’s perspective)

Maria is in love with a girl who doesn't even know her. A girl who seems to love the bright color yellow, who’s smile can cause the whole world to fall for it’s spell and smile as well. A girl who she thinks is unimpeachable. Of course, being Maria, she could easily approach Peggy and introduce herself. Sadly, the thought of approaching Peggy with even that much confidence seems unrealistic to her now. She can’t comprehend how just one single girl managed to make her feel this way. Maria is willing to figure it out though.

“February 5th, 2017.” Maria quickly scribbled down in her small, red notebook. A notebook that she had bought a while ago just for occasions like this. Stalking Peggy. Well, she wouldn’t exactly call it stalking...perhaps just following a person who you admire everywhere without them knowing and writing about them daily even if they don’t know you. Now that she thinks about it, she is most certainly stalking.

“Earlier this morning, I got up in time to see Peggy leave to the mall with her sisters. She is such a pleasant sight for sore eyes. She was wearing the most cutest get up, having on a yellow crop top that let her beautiful and tan stomach be seen. Going with it, she wore a bright yellow skirt that didn’t even reach her knees! It still covered up the part of her body that shouldn’t be seen in public due to reasons of probably getting arrested. What surprised me was that she hasn’t shown that much skin in a while. Is she changing? That question is yet to be fully discovered. For now, I'm also heading to the mall to buy a new chocker and maybe even see Peggy!” Maria smiled when she finished, quickly reading it over and closing it to put it and the pencil that she was writing with back under her bed. She got up from the bed and quickly placed on her red sweater with the words, “Princeton College” printed on it in a greyish color. The female was already dressed, wearing just a pair of torn jeans and a pink shirt that was covered by her sweater. “Lipstick? Already have it on, okay, let’s go.” Maria muttered to herself. She was quickly on her way out of her house and to the nearest bus stop. She’s saving up money for a new car, having crashed the one that she used to have on accident. For now though, she had to settle with a different type of transportation.

The bus ride wasn’t that long which made Maria satisfied. All she had hoped and prayed for was just that Peggy hadn’t left yet. She quickly entered the big entrance of the mall, the cool breeze of the air conditioning in this place made Maria cringe slightly because it was unexpected. Surely, she would have gotten used to it but no, she’s just not a fan of the cold.

After about 30 minutes of finding a perfect collar, she decided to try and scan the mall for Peggy. Maria made sure to memorize the list of places in the mall that Peggy loved to go to. That might sound weird but to Maria, it’s a very normal thing to do.

“So I'm on the second floor...Peggy loves to shop on the third floor because they have more brightly colored things up there. I better start moving.” It was like a game of some sort to her. The game of love. Love makes you do so many insane things but it doesn’t stop us. Maria wants to beat the game. She wants to win and get her prize which is the love from her Peggy. This game has gone on for so long, making her insane and almost on the bridge of breaking apart. Maria will win the game.

She blinked, her mind seemed to focus back on reality and not the words that were spinning around her head. She was now on an escalator to the third floor. How she got here without even remembering is a mystery but with that aside, she made it up to the third floor of the mall and quickly started her search for Peggy.

Maria checked everywhere. Peggy’s favorite places, her non favorite places, even the places where she has never even been to but no sign of Peggy. “How can I be so unlucky?” She said out loud, looking around with her eyes once more before finally giving up. There are so many people here now. It will be so hard to try to find her again. Maria sighed to herself quietly and started to head back.

“Maybe she actually did leave earlier than she usually does...mayb-” Then suddenly, it seemed as if luck just crashed right into her. She fell back, hitting her head on the floor. “Jesus Christ” Maria hissed, sitting up carefully and rubbing the back of her head. She was sure that caused a bruise. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking too carefully!” A voice squeaked, sounding slightly high. Maria looked up at the person, her eyes quickly going as wide as saucers when she saw who it was. “This...this can’t be happening..” She thought to herself, not believing her eyes for one moment. “Oh! Here, let me help you up.” The person smiled softly, reaching her hand out. Maria took it almost too quickly, getting up herself. “Peggy..” She muttered, staring at the short female. Peggy tilted her head slightly, looking a bit confused. “You know my name?” She questioned. “Don't mess this up, Maria.” Maria thought, blinking a few times. “Well, I've seen you around campus before. We both go to Princeton...my name is Maria by the way.” She shook Peggy’s hand, noticing that she was still holding it.

Peggy stared at Maria for a moment, taking in every detail of her face before smiling at her. “Oh! Well it’s mice to meet you, Maria.” She giggled. Maria almost melted right then and there. Peggy was so cute and adorable up close. She just wanted to hug her right now but she held it in. “Nice to meet you too.” Maybe she might win the game a little earlier than expected.

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2017 Website FAQ (Registration)

What is gishwhes?

g.i.s.h.w.h.e.s. (which stands for the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen) is a 7-time Guinness World Record breaking scavenger hunt hosted by Misha Collins that you can compete in from anywhere in the world (even from your own home!).

Thousands of participants from more than 100 countries build their own teams with friends or are placed on 15-person teams (of new friends!) and for one week, through laughter, sweat and tears (of joy of course), they acquire Items on a fun, inspiring and sometimes jaw-dropping scavenger hunt list. The team that scavenges the most items with the highest quality of submissions joins Misha Collins on an all-expenses paid trip to an exotic locale. All the other teams walk away with a heightened perspective on their capabilities, and memories of an amazing week. Prior Winners journeyed to Rome, a haunted castle in Scotland, an island off the coast of British Columbia, and a pirate ship in Croatia. This year the Winning Team will be joining Misha Collins in Hawaii for stars, surf and space adventures! (we’re not sure what this is, but pictures will be posted!).

So what exactly is it?

It’s basically a week-long scavenger hunt where we present Hunters from all over the planet a list of fun, wild, amazing and kind tasks to create or accomplish. You can complete many of these tasks at home or you can go out into the world  to complete them – it’s up to you!

But you’re not completing them alone! You will be part of a team of 15 people. During registration, you can either invite friends to build a team or we can join you into an amazing team of other individuals – most of our registrants choose this route to make new global friends.

When we post the list on August 5th, your team would divvy up and accomplish these tasks (we call them “items”) over the course of 1 week. They include making incredible crazy art, performing crazy acts, and partaking in heart-warming community service projects. Once you complete a task you either photograph or video it (we tell you which on the item list) and upload a link to it on our site. You receive “points” for every item you accomplish. The team with the most points by the end of the week gets to join the Founder of the Hunt, actor Misha Collins, to some exotic location for an all expenses paid trip.

Many of the participants claim the Hunt is a life-changing experience that either pulled them out of their shell and completely changed their lives, or drove them insane… many others say it’s simply a great way to spend a week of their summer (or winter for those Gishers on the other half of the planet).

Whatever the case, come Gish with us!

What’s it like to participate in gishwhes?

All you need is a camera (mobile phone will do!), access to the Internet, and the desire to be part of an amazing global community. As part of a global team of 15 players – you can form a team on your own with friends (and you don’t need 14 other friends – you can form a partial team and we’ll build out the rest of your team with other players), or, if you want to make new friends, we can group you in an amazing team (if you don’t want to form a team yourself) at the end of registration.

On August 5th, we will post a crazy, wild and kind task list of things for everyone to do. There are some items that you need to find, and others that you must create. Accordingly, a team can be comprised of individuals who love to get out there and mix it up in the world as well as those that are more comfortable in their own house “creating items”.  You will for sure gain new friends (online and offline), become more creative, more outgoing, and likely never look at food the same way again. And through our kindness items, you also will do some pretty great things for yourself and your community.

You then work with your team and divvy up the item list based on what each of you want to do. Then you go do it and then upload the results (images or videos) on our website for points. After the Hunt is over, our judges and Misha go through all of the submissions and add bonus points (for extra awesome items) and sometimes deduct points (for items where individuals may have cheated). Misha then appoints and anoints the winning team and takes them somewhere spectacular and exotic for an all-expenses paid trip. Past trips have been to a haunted castle in Scotland, Rome, and a pirate ship in Croatia. This year the Winning Team will be joining Misha Collins in Hawaii for stars, surf and space adventures!

I want to join! How do I do that?

If you’ve never participated in gishwhes before, go to Register and you’re on your way! If you have participated since 2013, sign in and register again for this year’s hunt.

Do I need a team to do gishwhes?

Nope! Many of our participants join as individuals and then we form them into teams. People join gishwhes for the game, but also for the social aspect – everyone makes new friends.

Here’s how it works: when you join as an individual you can then either invite your friends to join you on a team, or you can wait until registration closes and we can join you onto a team of amazing global hunters that will instantly become your new best friends, leaving all of your other so-called friends in the dust.

If you want to build your own team, you don’t need to find 14 other friends if you don’t want to. You can form a partial team (with as many friends as you can convince to join) and then we will fill it out with other team members at the end of registration.

How can I make sure my friend and I are on the same team?

You’ll have to create a team and have your friend join (it’s okay if you’re just a team of two!), or you can both join someone else’s team together.

What if I don’t have 15 people on my team?

Not a problem at all! If you create a team with fewer than 15 members, no worries! We will add the best people to your team after registration closes. So if you only have 3 friends that you’ve invited and who have joined, we’ll add 11 new friends after registration closes.

Can we merge two existing teams?

Sure! All members of one team must resign and join the other team before registration ends. (There’s a resign link at the bottom of your team page.)

Do all of my team members have to be in one location?

Nope, we’re all about being international at gishwhes. In fact all of our winning teams so far have been made up of members from different countries. You can scavenge harder when you’re working with different time zones.

That being said, many teams (runner-ups and otherwise) have been comprised of friends in the same locale that want to spend a week together doing fun, meaningful and wild things.

You can also use friends that aren’t registered to help you. Many members are part of an international team but invite friends (who don’t want to participate in the full hunt) to help them with certain items.

It’s all up to you!

Is the registration fee per person or per team?

Each person must pay the registration fee (or receive a paid invitation or gisholarship) separately and join the team.

Is there an age limit?

For liability issues we’ve been told we can only allow individuals that are 14 years or older to officially register and participate in the Hunt. This doesn’t mean your children can’t help you with items if you wish – they just couldn’t go on our grand prize trip if they won. Our experience is that whole families join in on the fun and mayhem. Please see our Rules and Regulations for full details on age restrictions as minor consents is required in some cases and some ages cannot go on the Grand Prize trip without a parent or guardian in attendance.

Can I upgrade my registration tier later, and how long do I have to do that?

Yes! You can upgrade at any time (until you can’t) and pay the difference between the levels. Gishbot usually closes down the registration tier upgrade functionality shortly after the end of the Hunt. Misha’s advisor (a.k.a. “Babysitter”) Miss Jean Louis makes the choice on the final date.

When will I receive the items I paid for during registration?

We typically send out these items with the shwag shwop items, around November.

Can I submit an item idea/suggestion for the Hunt?

We’ll ask for item ideas on social media close to next year’s hunt start date, so please hang on to them until then!

Can I volunteer for gishwhes?

Thank you for wanting to! When we need volunteers we’ll recruit on our Facebook and Twitter accounts, so keep an eye on those. At some point, after yesterday, information will also be forthcoming about how to join FEGVEP, our First Ever gishwhes Volunteer Extraordinaire Program.

GISHPOINTS

What are GISHPOINTS?

GISHPOINTS are explained at this page!

I should have received some GISHPOINTS but I don’t see them?

We will award GISHPOINTS at a later date. Much like deserts, they’ll be worth the wait. (And yes, we do mean deserts; the kind with sand and camels.)

TECHNICAL ISSUES

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Please be sure you’re using your username, not your email address. If you can’t remember your username, send yourself a password reset email; it’ll contain your username as well.

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Sorry about the weird error! You can try PayPal; no need to have an account with them as they also process credit and debit cards.

The Gishwhes Historian is a project to archive Gishwhes-related information including emails, hunt updates, timelines, and more.  

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The Gishwhes Historian is a project to archive Gishwhes-related information including emails, hunt updates, timelines, and more.  

[imeugene]

Sometimes a rider passes along and for whatever circumstances doesn’t make quite the biggest mark. The infamous Van Gogh didn’t sell a single painting in his lifetime but after his early retirement of sorts, only then people began it’s worth. Today’s rider that brings up that kind of metaphor would be Josh Harrington.

It’s when I stumbled onto this it got me thinking. That’s insane. Something that happened probably closer to decade ago that I think is just about the most insane thing I saw in the past few years. Then I realized, dang this dude has been gone from the game ever since Premium dropped him. Only when I hit him with the usual thought process I realized what an incredible rider who didn’t nearly enough credit that he should’ve during his tenure. Sure some of it’s a bit dated but almost all of of is absolutely relevant. Once NBD’s that are the it tricks of today. Like take the nose to bar, a decade ago a nose variation was not something people thought possible. Hanger to bar. Over to bar over. On massive setups that even somehow within the confines of a park rail is absolutely more aggro than any street setup. 

But with what do we miss with Josh’s riding? Something that today’s riders absolutely lack. The true mid school roots of riding everything. Some of which is clearly shown in this video. Like he is able to invert vert while simultaneously throwing down heavy tech and gnar maneuvers on rails. Bar to rails while also doing huge back rail fufanus and cannonballs. It’s not a combo that anyone really has been able replicate. It’s the parkest of park, meeting the streetest of street. In the end it comes off as if Van Homan and Vinnie Sammon had a child and a made a pro together. And the ender!? There are some amazing lines people are linking up these days but bar gap to second stand double peg is just one of the maneuvers that hasn’t been outdone that I know of. Even if it has it’s definitely not in the time frame of a decade ago. I’m pretty sure a decade ago people were still wearing girl jeans and rocking Nokon cables to put into perspective for the older heads. 

But the Josh got dropped from Premium and he disappeared. Being in the game that long, with pretty much the same company the whole time. I figured a bigger company was gonna pick him up sooner or later. Being that he is on a different level and still relatively young compared to a lot of the other mid school breeds but it just didn’t happen. Even when he was around I don’t think he was put on the way that his riding could’ve been put on. Maybe it was the fact that Premium was widely known to be owned by Haro so it inherently has that unhardcore stigma maybe it was other things who knows. Regardless Josh let his riding do the talking and time is testament to truth. The truth is that he always was overlooked and absolutely top tier rider. Remember kids, you can dress like a normal human being, behave like a normal human being, ride park and do it to the most emo song and be more street than pretty nearly everyone that got signed in the last 10 years. 

Josh Harrington 

Awkward Last Words by Armor For Sleep

Premium (2007)

Edited by Kyle Carlson

[kingmcgarry32-blog]

Facts, Data & You.

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[lauren-nabors]

COVID-19 Journal. Day 5

Day 5 of “shit got real” here - it’s Saturday, March 21. to update on a few things that happened this past week, first...

this past Sunday was when we felt the “shift” happen in our area. everything felt fine on Friday and really even on Saturday. Sunday morning almost all area churches (and across the country) had canceled in-person services and everything went online. we realized we could pop into a Redeemer (nyc) livestream service so we did that as we set on our couch and ate eggs. that afternoon we met up with some friends at hotel vandivort for a cocktail. we didn’t know when it would be that we couldn’t grab a drink with someone in person anymore. by Sunday night we had three confirmed cases and the government's “coronavirus task force” as well as the CDC announced that there would be a national press conference the following afternoon with new guidelines. they had already made announcements about canceling gatherings with 50 people or more. on Sunday the CDC also recommended for social distancing purposes that restaurants move their tables in the dining room to 6′ feet apart. 

on Monday morning, clif and i went to both restaurants and we removed a bunch of tables and chairs. everything felt different. we were very slow. we had maybe three or four groups of people in our dining room for breakfast. the day went on and things began to feel more eerie. it was raining incredibly hard all day. at 2pm the press conference was held. I listened to it on NPR in the car as I drove down Fremont from Sunshine to Independence. the president announced that groups of 10 was the max and urged all American’s to stay at home, stay away from bars and restaurants and do their part to “flatten the curve.”

clif and i quickly got our managers together, about an hour after this was announced, to make a decision about how to move forward. we decided to move to carry-out & curbside delivery only. we made this decision before it was mandated, but we felt it was the right one to do our part for social distancing, as well as would allow us to cut our labor significantly in hopes of not losing too much money. turns out we were about 24 hours ahead of the game because by the next evening the city of Springfield mandated that bars and restaurants only be take-out and that all dining rooms needed to close immediately. 

our staff adapted quickly. i am proud of how we stayed flexible, no one got too hung up on any details, and we all just did what we needed to do. we offered curbside delivery as well as let guests come inside to pick up orders or order and take it to go. we felt it was important that customers still be able to see our bread and bakery items. we went down to about 6 employees on the day shift and 3-4 on the night shift. everything felt surreal with the dining room closed. we started playing music loudly and slicing bread in the dining room next to the communal table. we left some of the lights off in the dining room and realized pretty quickly there weren’t all that many dishes to wash but the phones started ringing way more frequently. we kept adjusting as we needed. by the end of the week i think we had it pretty well figured out. 

this hasn’t been easy. clif and i have worked every single day and probably will continue to. in order to keep labor costs low, we need to make up the difference. plus, we’ve had a ton of wholesale bread deliveries. that’s been the silver lining of all of this... because people started hoarding groceries (and there’s a nation-wide toilet paper shortage...don’t get me started) bread was scarce on the shelves in all grocery stores. national vendors like the Sara Lee’s and other commodity bread brands that fill up grocery store shelves couldn’t keep the nation stocked. so grocery stores started reaching out to us. we had two Price Choppers that we baked for, but we picked up 6 more in town. and all the Mama Jean’s (4 locations) that we previously baked just for their cafe’s put us on their shelves too. our bread orders skyrocketed. in the midst of this pandemic when restaurants are struggling and people aren’t going out, we had the biggest bake day to date of 672 loaves. jackie and clif and our bakers have had their hands full. the bakers began complaining toward the end of the week and had bad attitudes. clif and i wanted to kill them -- ungrateful little brats -- but we took a few deep breaths and hopefully over the weekend they’ll get some rest and some perspective. who knows how long they’ll have work and a fully loaded pay-check? i guess hindsight is 20-20, even though all you need to do is turn on the news to see that things are going to get worse before they get better. 

as far as our emotional state, this has been one of those situations where action trumped our thinking/feeling. we sprang into action and adrenaline kept us going all week. plus, we’ve worked everyday and haven’t had a moment to stop and soak this all in. emotions got shoved aside for the last 7 days. it will be interesting to see how this does begin to seep out and affect us in the way we think, feel and act. i read something today from a therapist who said “this is trauma.” trauma is unexpected, it’s unpredictable, it’s scary... all of which the whole country has been experiencing for the last few weeks. 

our friends and community have been super supportive. honestly the best part of this week has been seeing everyone come together. our customers have been so kind and just appreciative that we’re still open and still baking bread. our staff has been in good spirits for the most part. our landlords at our independence st. location sent clif and i a text on Thursday, completely unprompted by us. they said they’ve been thinking about how they can support us because we’re important to them and to the community, and so they decided to waive our rent for april and may and asked us to take that money allocated for rent and pay our employees with it. it brought both of us to tears. God is good and He provides. this wasn’t even something we were expecting and we certainly didn’t think it would happen so soon. we thought eventually, if things got worse, we’d have to go to them and ask for some relief. what a humbling place that would’ve put us, but the Lord allowed this to happen before it even got to that point. praise HIM! our bank confirmed that they will defer all our loans for two months, meaning the payment will just get tacked on to the back end and no extra interest will be charged on that. how awesome! so basically, at least for april and may, we feel confident we can pay our staff, as long as we can continue to operate. obviously if we get mandated to shut down entirely and we have no money coming in we won’t be able to pay anyone. even ourselves. that’s terrifying. i fear the economic repercussions of this will be far beyond what we can imagine right now... 

that’s all for now. i’ll definitely keep updating because this has already proven to be an historical time for our country and world. i want to remember (even if I won’t want to remember for a while) and to document some of the things we experienced and felt during all of this. 

just a few photos below:

saturday morning, march 21st, end of first week of quarantine 

getting take out from our neighbor’s at Craft Sushi and trying to do our part to “support local” while others do so much to support us. see Lenny in the driver’s seat? 

the Sunshine Staff, Thursday, March 19th 

cleaning checklists and timers going off every 15, 30 and hour -- keeping to this religiously to keep a clean and sanitized restaurant 

new record amidst coronavirus insanity! 

beautiful loaves of marbled rye, baked on St. Patrick’s day, which was day 1 of the quarantine