#Or me getting teary eyed when someone give me an complement for no reason

[mrfoox]

It's kinda depressing that everytime I'm shown any kind of kindness and concern over the normal/bare minimum, I have an inner crisis

[myonepiece]

Buggy, Kid, Killer headcanon- seeing you dance with someone else

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You’re already together btw

Sorry they’re kinda long

Buggy

•My poor love I just want to hug him and kiss his nose

•You have been together for 1 1/2 months but of course he’s liked you way longer

•Buggy had dropped you off at an island a little ways away from the one he & the rest of the crew were heading to

•You had gotten into a fight with an already mad Buggy & he insulted you including calling you weak for giving him a flower you had found & you were still very angry which is why you had asked him for time alone

•Once in the village, you were invited to a party on a ship that was going to be staying close to the island- it was a fancier party, thrown by one of the rich bachelors in the village, so you bought a nice long blue dress and some silver heels in one of the village shops

•Later on into the night the band started playing a slow song, and it just so happened that the bachelor who threw the party asked you for a dance & you accepted for distraction from your depressing thoughts

•You had always loved slow dancing and wanted to ask Buggy but you were too scared to because of the whole “pirates don’t do weak stuff” and you classified slow dancing as something pirates would call weak

•The man led you to the center of the parted crowd and rested one hand on your waist and taking one of your hands in his other (or traditional slow dancing position) and he started to lead you

•Meanwhile, Buggy and his crew had boarded his ship and were sailing towards where you were- it was now midnight and Buggy was very worried about you and missed you

•All Buggy wanted was to have you back in his arms laying in bed in your shared cabin whispering apologies and trying to make you smile & smiled just thinking about it, but his smile and his heart quickly broke as he spotted you through binoculars, dancing in the arms of another man

•His mouth straightened into a thin line as his heart squeezed at the thought that 1 fight had ended his relationship with the woman he loved more than anything

•The closer they sailed, he could make out the mans grip on you & your smiles as you looked at each other while slowly moving in the romantic setting

•Buggy’s heart felt like it was being ripped apart as he remembered that he had called you weak for giving him that flower, surely you thought he wouldn’t want to do something as cliche and “un-piratey” as slow dancing in the moonlight but he would love to do that with you, to have you smile at him the you were smiling at the rich man holding you

•Of course someone like you would never really love someone like Buggy, a stupid clown pirate with a giant red nose- Buggy’s thoughts turned against him as he fought to hold back tears, he told Cabaji to get you into the ship and then he left to hide in your shared cabin

•You saw the ship but didn’t see Buggy, you figured he saw you dancing and your heart hurt at the thought of hurting the man you love

•You got right on the ship and ran below deck into your cabin where Buggy was sitting on the bed sulking

•Your heart broke at the sight and you locked the door behind you as you hurried across the room and sat in front of Buggy and took both of his hands in yours apologizing profusely “I’m so sorry my darling I promise it meant nothing”

•You explained your thoughts and reasons to a teary eyed Buggy and after you finished he nodded and said he understood but he would dance with you anytime and didn’t mean to call you weak, he actually loved the flower you gave him

•You took off your dress while buggy turned and closed his eyes, then gave you his coat to wear to bed

•He held directly on top of his chest and looked you in the eyes telling you “I love you do so much Y/N, I promise I’ll do anything to make you happy” to which you respond with kissing his nose before following with a “I love you too my clown king” then falling asleep as he cradled you to his chest with a bright blush and huge grin

Kid

•You’ve been together for 7 months

•It’s no secret Captain Kid doesn’t do romance, so when you ask him to slow dance with you he says no

•You’ve asked on multiple occasions but he always makes a disgusted face and says “pirates don’t slow dance”

•Kid said slow dancing is weak and he was too strong for that

•Kid is a violent, cruel, & aggressive man so you can’t say you expected him to say yes to any of your requests

•When you heard about a fancy little party going on at island you landed at, you decided to go and get some food & dance a little

•You asked Kid to come and dance, but of course he said no and that he and the rest of the crew were going to find a bar

•You found a beautiful long dress in one of the town shops and set out to the party at sunset a little after the crew had left

•All eyes were on you at the party, as you walked around and had a few things to eat and a few drinks

•A slow song started and you wished Kid was there, but you realized he would’ve scoffed and continued getting drunk

•You just wanted him to hold you close as you swayed to soft music, you wanted him to be soft instead of crude and pervy

•So when a man asked you to dance you accepted with only a tiny part of your brain worrying about Kid

•Kid had seen you follow a path into the woods, wearing a dress that complemented every part of your beauty

•He just couldn’t help but smirk and tell Killer to watch the crew as he went to follow you

•He was also angry that you were going out to a party alone wearing that

•The path led Kid to a small courtyard lit with lanterns, with music playing and people dressed in nice clothes

•He looked through the courtyard for you but he didn’t see you until the guests all moved and made room for a couple slow dancing, the couple being you and the stranger

•As soon as he saw the man’s arms around you leading you in a slow dance & the wide smile on your face showing that you were enjoying this, Kid felt his heart clench

•He didn’t feel all anger for once, he felt an ache in the pit of his stomach

•He hadn’t realized how much you would have enjoyed slow dancing with him, you had asked him many times but he always saw it as weak

•He knew he was violent, aggressive & scary, and seeing someone make you smile so beautifuly by being so gentle.. so opposite him made him feel... insecure

•Kid felt like he was losing you and he hated that feeling, like the one thing he loved was being ripped away from him in front of his eyes

•He snapped & barged into the courtyard grabbing you by the hand and tearing you away from the man then leading you into the woods to a clearing where the moonlight cast a spotlight-like glow

•Kid rested his hands on your waist and looked into the distance with a solemn expression as he started to sway

•You didn’t know what happened but you were finally getting to slow dance with Kid so you placed your hands on his strong shoulders rested your head on his chest

•You mumbled a “thank you” into his chest and after a few moments Kid whispered a soft “I love you Y/N” into your hair as he rested his head on top of yours

Killer

•God I love this man

•You had only been together for 3 1/2 months

•Killer would’ve said yes if you had asked him to slow dance with you

•He didn’t mind doing romantic things for you especially when it made you so happy

•He’s in love with you and would anything for you

•You had never asked Killer to dance with you because you had assumed he would say no because you were pretty sure pirates don’t slow dance and you didn’t want him to think your were weak or pathetic for asking for something so cliche

•So after having a few drinks in a bar, you were feeling particularly soft and in a romantic mood

•You weren’t completely drunk but you were tipsy enough to think it was okay to go outside to slow dance with a man who had asked you and who was not your boyfriend

•Killer came back from the bathroom and asked Heat where you went, to which Heat responded by pointing towards the door with a skeptical and somewhat nervous expression

•Killer walked out of the bar hoping to find you alone so you could spend some time with you alone, so he was not happy at all when he walked out to see you swaying slowly in the moonlight shining into the alley around the corner with your hand in the hand of another man

•He had his hand on your waist and his other hand holding yours (in a traditional slow dancing position)

•Killer felt his heart drop immediately and his heart clenched as he took in the sight of your contempt smile

•He was very insecure about himself, his laugh, his appearance with his mask, and the way you couldn’t look into his eyes like you were looking into the other man’s

•Accompanying the jealousy and hurt that clawed at his heart, there was an anger and possessiveness and a few drinks but not many that caused him to rush into the street and grab the man by his shirt and throw him to the ground away from you

•Killer waited for the man to run away before he turned back to you and pulled you towards him with his hands on your waist

•You placed your hands on his strong chest as he swayed slowly with you looking down at you through the holes of his mask

•”I really wish you had asked me to dance with you if that’s what you wanted to do” Killer said in a quite voice laced with hurt

•Your Heart broke at the sound of it and the realization of what you had done “I’m so sorry Killer, I just thought that someone like you wouldn’t want to do something so... weak”

•”I would do anything for you sweetie” Killer said softly as he hugged you to his chest, you looked up and kissed his chin lightly before settling your face in his chest

[notnctu]

nct 127 as cliche quotes❀

『 nct 127 as cliche quotes about love & some more 』 genre - pure fluff member x gender neutral reader (i tried my best ;-;) [a/n] hi yall this is author doie❀ i really ditched watching my lectures to write this so pls leave me feedback if u like dis bc would really appreciate it hehee i am now behind on school work hahaha i love bad decisions!! 

➳ MOON TAEIL - ❝ i love you to the moon and back ❞

“sugar”, “my only one”, “bubby”, long phone calls, suffocating hugs, goofy dancing to loud music, jumping on the bed, picnics in the field, regular date nights, goodmorning/night kisses, food adventures, light snores, tiny grins at the mention of you, wherever he goes: the sun follows, you are his stars. 

taeil has the whole universe to thank for your simple existence. he’ll take you star gazing and point out everything he loves about you. because if there is anything he loves more in the world, is how his night sky complemented you. His love for you runs deep and stretches far, resonating high in the galaxies. Incomparable lengths of love that cannot be expressed without metaphors. He’s constant reminders of how fitting you two are. he’ll make way for your shining light, even if that meant he disappears during the day. but he’ll always be there for your nights. 

➳ LEE TAEYONG - ❝ love is patient ❞

“darling”, “bub”, “angel”, 3am cuddles to calm your nightmares, hours of gentle whispers of sweet nothings, softest touches, nose kisses, quick pecks on the lip, afternoon naps, long walks in the park hand in hand, he is the light in your darkness.

taeyong would wait until the ends of the earth for your healing. for your journey to self love, he’ll be there every step of the way. he’ll make sure every hurt disappears, if that had to mean small sacrifices of himself. because to him, you always come first. he’ll listen to your complains, he’ll understand your burdens, he’ll remember your heavy sighs. he’s the first call you make in the morning. you are his last call he makes at night. he is meaningful talks and supportive words. he’s the reassurance that never falters. he’s the strength at your weakest.

➳ SUH JOHNNY - ❝ i love you, not only for you what you are, but for what i am when i am with you ❞

“hottie”, “tiny” (regardless of height), “babygirl/boy”, most comforting hugs, humbling conversations, piggy back rides, hand on your thigh while driving, comfy hoodies and pj pants, weekend adventures, long road trips, polaroids, subtle matching outfits, he makes you a better version of yourself. 

johnny’s big heart had the ability to touch even the coldest of people. he’ll hold you in his lap and tell you to reach beyond the stars. he is your number one supporter in every aspect of life, the world’s best hype man. you complement everything. he’s lucky to have you. he wants absolutely no one else in the world, but you. you are an evolution to be explored. he has an attracting personality that you can’t get enough of. he’ll show you the world through his modest lens, correcting your ignorance in the most respectful way. role model, constantly improving. he is your guide through a complex world. 

➳ NAKAMOTO YUTA - ❝ love has no flaws ❞

“cutie”, “love”, “your name”, intense admiring stares, a love that cannot be contained, cheek kisses, kissing to the sunset, happiness at your fingertips, constant teasing, small screams of excitement, honey dripping praises, you are his daydreams.

yuta acknowledges you for who you are, what you make up. there is no effort for change because he genuinely loves you for all of you. to him, you are the perfect human being, where flaws are seen as a part of your beauty. he loves you enough for the both of you. encourages, versus criticism. he has nothing but admiration for your physical attributes and stunning personality. all he needs from you is a simple loving gaze, or a comforting hold. you could do no wrong. you are excellence in your own uniqueness. you are the reasons behind his growing smiles. he never asks for more than needs, though over extends himself to you. he sees you truly for the real you. 

➳ KIM DOYOUNG - ❝ actions speak louder than words ❞

“sweetie/heart”, “honey”, always reaching for your hand to hold, flustered compliments, nervous laughter, sweet red cheeks, dainty promise rings, comfortable silences, homemade dinners, reassuring hand on your knee, your favorite book of poems, thick skin, confused funny facial expressions, you are his comfort.

doyoung often times stammers over his thoughts. he is usually a collected person, but you always break his guard down. he is unspoken words, and sweaty hands. he’s tender touches and quiet looks. the mutual atmosphere of knowing you love each other. Sweet talks on your end, and shy, bashful smiles on his. he’s at your will and call. he’s drop everything for you. he’s daily gestures to minimize inconvenience. if his love for you is questioned, he’d respond with a snarky none of your business. because frankly, he didn’t need anyone else to know besides you how much he loves you. 

➳ JUNG JAEHYUN - ❝ it was love at first sight ❞

“baby”, “princess/prince”, “my dear”, charming smiles, arm around the waist, bouquet of your favorite flowers just because, the sweetest love you’d ever find, shy gazes, butterflies in your stomach, comfort in his cuddles, blissful sugary kisses, don’t blink! or you’ll miss him: he’s every meticulous, beautiful detail of life. 

jaehyun knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he wanted to spend his days with you. on the contrary, he loves your personality the most but never fails to boast about how you are the most beautiful person ever. you take his breath away. he makes your heart race. gets shy at the thought of you, but drones on for hours about how happy you make him. he’s every love language combined into one. he’s sometimes a timid character, a bit shy. you are the center of attention because he loves to see you glow. he knows he’s in love with you. he’s found the only you, who makes him fall in love with life. he’s a happily ever after. 

➳ KIM JUNGWOO - ❝ opposites attract ❞

“bud”, “babe”, “pumpkin”, staying up and loving you until dawn, teary eyed uncontrollable laughter, loud confessions of love, a love so random that it keeps you on your toes, love bites that are purposefully hard to cover, gentle hand squeezes when he holds your hand, adorable sound effects, half of a whole: he completes you. 

jungwoo loves your differences the most. it gives him another perspective to marvel in. bc it gave you two a stronger bond. he didn’t believe in a perfect love --- no --- he believes in hard work and dedication. he knew the day you two met, he was determined to make things work. because he fell in love with everything you were that he was not. you are the caution to his wind. unknowingly, you fill the rest of who he has always admired and wanted to achieve. and together, you two are unstoppable. you are his missing puzzle piece. he is the acceptance you needed. he’s an one in a million. 

➳ LEE MARK - ❝ loving you is too easy ❞

“my person”, “best friend”, “love of my life”, truly a boy next door who falls for the person next door, always thinking of you, secret kisses when no one is looking, playful shared giggles, the widest smiles, never a doubt in mind, late night drives, you are his match made in heaven.

communication is your strongest asset in the relationship. the best parts of mark are his understanding and considerate nature. he gets you better than anyone you’ve ever known. he makes sure you’re seen, appreciated. you are everything he’s been searching for. you are the definition of an ideal partner. there’s never a question of your relationship, he makes sure you are loved. whether that be through grabbing you lunch out of his way. whether that be asking about your day. whether that be forehead kisses in the mornings. whether that be a long speech of why he loves you. he is the true meaning of good vibes. he didn’t have anything to dislike. loving him was the best and easiest decision of your life. he is the best you’ve ever had.

➳ LEE DONGHYUCK - ❝ love comes when you least expect it ❞

“wifey/hubby”, “my everything”, “soulmate”, the emotional 4am thoughts of self worth, a cathartic epiphany, a love that’s always been in front of you, light banter, snarky sly smirks, always holding you in some way, belting notes in the shower, late night serenades, cheek squishing, he’s a wish upon a star.

donghyuck has always been there for you and that is something unchanging. he’s bringing you dinner after long nights of studying. he’s showing at your door step when you need someone to comfort you. he is there for every lost cause of a relationship. the pick up the pieces and mend you back together. when you had given up on love, he never gave up on you. it took one fun drunk night and a lingering touch on your cheek for you to realize that his love for you had always been there. he wanted you more than any person in your life. all it took was him to realize that he was never going to leave you. he is the last person you would expect to be your’s. but you are the first person he wishes happiness for. he is a one true love. 

[blahblahwritings]

Patience is a Virtue.

A/N: Another request, I think this is the most consistent I’ve been with posts.

Request: Would you be willing to write a smut imagine for Matt Murdock? Maybe where the reader/his gf is a virgin?? And have it really fluffy at the end please??

Words: 2764.

Warnings: Smut. Virgin!Reader.

A year. You’d been with Matt Murdock for a year. He’d told you about his... alterego, so to speak before you had even entered the relationship, vowing never to let anything come between you. It took a little while to process it, I mean he was Blind, how did that even work? But, in the end you simply accepted it. Whenever he would come in, beaten and bloody, you would quietly fetch the first aid kit and do your best to patch him up. Those nights always ended in the two of you getting upset, not arguing, just full of soft kisses and teary words of affirmation.

You thought it only fair to disclose your own secret to him, but that came a bit further into the relationship, when things started getting a little heavier. Your make-out session had begun to turn to something more heated when you grabbed his hand, putting an end to it’s descent. When he cocked his head in question, listening to your heartbeat and sensing your anxiety, he pushed back asking you if everything was alright. That was when you’d confessed that you had never gone further than this and wanted to take it slow. Being a Catholic, he understood that people had their reasons and never pressed further, taking it only as far as you were happy with. He loved you dearly and would wait as long as it took until you were ready.

The anniversary, you thought, was the perfect opportunity to take that next step. You’d gone all out, buying soft scented candles that you knew wouldn’t agitate his nose, a trail of rose petals from the kitchen to the bedroom that he would hear crunch beneath his feet and even bought some new lingerie for the occasion. He was working a little later at the office tonight and you had decided to cook for the two of you, setting the table with a soft cloth and a bottle of room temperature red wine in the center. The sauce was bubbling away, the smell of tangy tomato and basil filling the apartment. The pasta was ready and you had begun to dish out as you heard the door click shut.

“What's all this?” He greeted, a lopsided grin sitting on his face. A small giggle left your painted lips, you knew he couldn’t see the deep red colour but it made you feel more confident. You wore a little black dress, complementing his suit and tie you saw him change into this morning. Coming up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your middle, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you poured the sauce over each plate.

“Happy anniversary, Mr Murdock.” You hummed, angling your head to capture his lips in a chaste kiss. A groan bubbled from his chest. “It smells incredible, sweetheart.” He praised and you laughed, shooing him to the table. You followed, placing the food at your respective seats and popping open the wine. Hearing him inhale as you poured the liquid, you glanced up to see him remove his glasses, revealing his beautiful brown eyes. Returning the bottle to the center, you picked up the glass and raised it in cheers. He gently clinked your cup with his own and sipped lightly, eyebrows raising at the taste.

“I don’t know much about wines but this is definitely expensive.” He chuckled. “You didn’t have to do all this.” Rolling your eyes you put the drink to the side. “I wanted to, you’ve been working hard at the firm lately and I wanted to do something for you. Besides, it's our first anniversary and I wanted to celebrate.” You finished with a shrug, moving to grab the cutlery. “Wait, I got you something. I want to give it to you before we eat.” He fumbled in his jacket pocket and procured a blue velvet box. He handed it to you across the table.

Opening it revealed a card with the words “My love for you is infinite” in shiny gold letters. Beyond the note lay a silver heart shaped pendant, an infinity symbol engraved into the front of it. An audible gasp passed your lips as you plucked it from its cushion.

“Matthew, wow, it’s gorgeous.” A hand covered your heart as you gently thumbed the metal. “Would you mind..” You asked sheepishly, wanting him to do the honours. Without hesitation, he stood, situating himself behind you as you handed him the jewellery. Brushing your hair to the side, his fingers ghosted the skin of your neck sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his hot breath fan over your shoulders as he clasped the necklace, the pendant lying comfortably between your collarbones.

You pulled him down by the tie for a kiss, thanking him for the gift and you returned to your meal, chatting about anything and everything.

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Shortly after finishing, you piled the dishes by the sink, ignoring them for now and instead taking his hand, lightly tugging him in the direction of the bedroom. His brows furrowed for a moment as he felt the petals beneath his feet, trailing from the kitchen and past the living room.

“There's something else I wanted to do tonight, Matt.” You admitted quietly, nerves taking over. Opening the partition between the open space and the bedroom, you were both greeted with the soft scent of vanilla. Padding further in you turned to him, unsure of how to go about this. His eyebrows raised in understanding. Moving his hand to your forearm he rubbed the skin there to reassure you.

“I can hear your heartbeat, y/n, I know you’re anxious. You don’t have to do this for me if you’re not ready.” he spoke softly, cocking his head as his eyes looked through you, concern swirling in the irises. You wouldn’t let it get the better of you, though. “I am ready, I just- I don’t know how to uh- start.” At this he huffed out a small laugh, moving toward you. “Well, usually, it starts kind of like this.” He said, connecting your lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Your hands drifted to his jaw, cupping it as you angled your face to deepen the kiss. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest and you sighed. As your lips parted, he traced your bottom lip with his tongue asking for permission, you answered by exploring his own mouth eagerly.

Fingers tangled in his hair making him groan and you smiled as you parted for air. A giddy chuckle escaped you as you saw his lips smudged with your lipstick. “That colour suits you, Mr Murdock.” You jeered, thumbing his bottom lip. An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he dipped his head to kiss your palm. Moving in for another kiss, you tugged gently at the bottom of his shirt, tucked away into his pants. He reached to undo the first few buttons before you pulled it over his head, revealing his toned torso.

Breath hitched in the back of your throat as you looked at the hard muscle, scarred from the many fights he’d had. Its not like you hadn’t seen it before, fixing him up after a bad night had at least one perk, but it was different now. There was a desire pooling in your belly and lustful intentions this time.

“Like what you see?” He winked, grinning at the heat rising in your cheeks. You looked away, sheepish but he quickly tilted your chin up to look at him. “You don’t need to be shy around me, y/n.” He reassured, eyes softening as they drifted. His hand moved from your chin, gliding down your neck and shoulders to the zip on the side of your dress. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked again, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Your hand met his, guiding it down as the dress loosened and eventually pooled at your feet. The deep red lingerie you’d bought had lace details that he felt as he dragged his hands all over the newly exposed flesh. Featherlight touches roamed your body as he committed every inch of skin to memory. You watched his face as he felt you, the warmth radiating off his body inviting you closer as you waited.

“You’re stunning.” He whispered, you’d have melted right then and there if he hadn’t been holding you. Placing a kiss over his heart, you mapped out every scar you could reach with your lips, hearing him suck in a breath at the intimate gesture. You began to trail lower but he stopped you, frowning. “This is your night, let me take care of you.” Taking off his belt, he slipped his trousers from his legs, revealing a prominent bulge in his boxers. Heat shot to your core, throbbing with need already. There was a slight hesitation as you eyed his size, a little above average and thick.

Hands skimmed your waist sending shivers through you as he walked you backwards towards the bed. You lay down on the mattress, smooth sheets caressing your body. Matt crawled his way up your body, peppering your skin with kisses and licks as he went leaving a blazing trail of electricity in his wake. He stopped to suck marks onto your neck, finding a sweet spot that had you desperately trying to stifle moans.

“I want to hear you, don’t hold back.” He encouraged as he nipped at your jawline. Your hips bucked up, involuntarily grinding against his clothed member and he reacted with a throaty growl. The sound had you soaking through your underwear. The scent of you drove him mad but he kept his composure, leaning down on his elbows to meet your lips once again. His thigh was knelt between your legs providing the lightest of friction as you shifted against him. Moaning into the kiss, you hooked a leg around his hips, trying to bring him closer but he only chuckled, pushing back.

“Someone’s eager. Patience is a virtue, you know.” He teased. His hands found the clasp of your bra and pulled it from your chest. Your hands instinctively twitched to cover yourself but he entwined his fingers with your own and began worshipping your breasts. Licking, sucking and biting the skin, he grazed the hardening nub with his teeth as he palmed the other. Squirming beneath him, you panted at the feeling of his rough calluses against the tender flesh. Your back arched off the bed, frenzied and wanting. Swapping to give each nipple equal attention left you with your head thrown back against the sheets, whining.

Beginning his descent, he licked a stripe along the hem of your panties, fingertips touching you through the material and coming away soaked. Gasping, you looked down at him and saw his smug expression. “You’re so wet for me.” He grinned, rubbing against your clit. A wanton moan ripped through you and had you not been so turned on you’d probably be embarrassed. Your hips moved for more but he removed all contact. Hooking his thumbs through the sides, he pulled them down and discarded them with the rest of the clothes.

Entirely exposed, you felt uniquely vulnerable in front of him even though he couldn’t exactly see you. Those thoughts were forgotten quickly as he tasted you, his tongue lapping up the juices from your entrance and circling your clit. It wasn’t long before you felt that tightness in your abdomen. His expert ministrations caused you to shake and whimper, coming closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue. Your hands dug into the sheets, desperate to hold onto something but he replaced them with one of his own hands, the other teasing your hole. A strangled moan tore from you as he began pumping a single digit in and out of you, tantalisingly slow.

He added a second finger, stretching you ever so slightly but as he curled them inside of you, hitting somewhere you’d never found when by yourself, you spasmed, falling suddenly over the edge. Your breathing was ragged as he continued to eat you out like his last meal, picking up the pace of his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. His name fell like a prayer from your lips as your thighs quaked around him. Your fingernails dug into the back of his hand, the other yanking at his hair making him moan into you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body.

Pulling his fingers from you, you watched through half-lidded eyes as he licked the slick from the digits, lips glistening with your cum. You grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You couldn’t get enough of it. Feeling his bulge on your inner thigh, you tugged at the material covering him, watching him kick it to the side. He pulled a wrapper from the bedside table, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling the rubber down his shaft. Your fear returned and he tensed.

“Are you alright? We can stop if you want, I won’t be angry.” He cooed, brushing some hair from your face. You pushed your face into his palm, the warmth calming you almost instantly. “No, I want this, I want you, Matt.” He nodded, a small smile returning. “If it hurts or you’re uncomfortable just-” You cut him off with another kiss, smirking as you pulled back again. “Alright then.” he laughed.

Lining himself up, he pushed the tip into your entrance and you gasped, the feeling of him stretching you only slightly painful. He waited a few moments, mouthing at your pulse point until you moved your hips, signalling him to move deeper. Inch by inch, you took him until he was fully sheathed inside you. His forehead fell against yours as he found a slow rhythm, senses on high alert for any signs of discomfort. All that greeted him however, were moans of pleasure as you met his thrusts halfway. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he guided your legs to wrap around his hips allowing him to reach a little deeper, the feeling of him sliding against your walls becoming blissful.

The stinging had subsided entirely now and Matt became more vocal, chasing after his own release as he reached between you to rub your bundle of nerves. Nails raked down his back creating a wonderful mix of dulled pain and overwhelming pleasure. His lips found yours in a messy kiss, picking up the pace as your breathy moans told him you were close again. You angled your hips ever so slightly as you moved against him which had him perfectly caressing your g-spot with every delicious thrust.

A few more pumps and you were sent plummeting towards your climax, walls clenching and twitching around his cock. Your back arched off the bed and you groaned, breathing faltering as you came for a second time that night but he showed no signs of stopping. He sat up, pulling you into his lap as he continued to pound into you. You hadn’t even come down from your previous high as another began to build and you were screaming his name, curses spewing from your lips as he never failed to hit that spot over and over, relentlessly pinching and circling your clit with two fingers. The stimulation overwhelmed you and you saw stars, vision blacking out he pulled a third orgasm from you, this time his own followed close behind.

Your entire body shook violently as he lay you back down, head against the pillows and pulled out of you, pulling off the condom and tying it before throwing it in the trash can. With your toes still curling as he came to lie beside you, you both panted, breathless from the night’s activities.

“How are you feeling?” He huffed between breaths. A chuckle was your only response, turning to face him in the candlelight. “That was incredible.” You admitted, rubbing your thighs together. A lopsided grin found its way to his face at your words and he pulled you into his chest, ear against his heartbeat which was still elevated. You intertwined your fingers with his and leant up to kiss him.

“I love you, Matt.” You said, nuzzling into his neck with sleep threatening to encompass you.

“I love you too, y/n.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as you fell into a deep slumber.

[muwur]

haikyuu x otome: masterlist | rules

prologue

» synopsis:   a haikyuu x reader au where you, the player, are bound for university in a metropolis several hours away from home. hope and excitement are replaced with dread as you come to realize that juggling life as a student and a part-time employee takes a toll. from demanding classes to a ruthless manager, life just can’t seem to give you a break. that is, until you meet a certain someone who reminds you how to live and follow your dreams. somehow, when you’re with them, time stands still. maybe things are finally starting to look up. if only you could stay in those moments for just a little longer.

» gn reader

» ngl came out longer than i expected but thats ok LMAO,, them otome intros be unnecessarily long too mb; 3.1k words

» note: if u rllyy want u can kinda skip or just skim this, the gist is that you move in n meet like 3 ppl LOL

The train hummed as it zoomed through the landscape, leaving behind the familiar people, sights, sounds, and smells. Yawning, you rubbed your nap away from weary eyes and peered out the window. Just hours ago you had waved a bittersweet farewell to your town, friends, and family, who woke at the crack of dawn to send you off with tight hugs and teary-eyed wishes of good luck. 

Your heart lurched at the memory. You’d miss them. In an effort to part happily, you promised to come back for the holidays, call often, and hook your friends up with any cute people you just knew would match them. Glancing down at your phone, you smiled at the excited text messages from your friends. Your fingers tapped away at the keyboard in response.

‘Just woke up from my nap. I think I’m here!’

Outside, buildings scraped the clouds and their windows shined in the light of the afternoon sun. Cars honked, bikes swerved, crowds bustled. On one end of the block, a man on a ladder was painting a sign for his store, while on the other end , a street performer danced energetically in her black shoes. Smoke emitted from a food vendor’s stand, where a man skillfully flipped some meat and vegetables on a stove, even throwing his spatula into the air to entertain his customers. The city was alive. 

Stepping off the train, you clutched your belongings and felt a sudden rush of exhilaration. You were finally here. You intended to take a deep breath, in order to take in your first taste of this city’s air, only to stop halfway in a short hacking fit to expel train exhaust from your lungs. 

‘That was pleasant,’ you grumbled to yourself, still coughing as you made your way off the platform towards the street. Luckily, Lyft existed. And it was cheaper here! Within minutes of your order, a black Toyota pulled up in front of you. The driver smiled and stepped out of the car, their wavy brown hair bouncing against their shoulders. “Let me help you with those,” they smiled as they offered to take your bags and put them in the trunk. 

“Oh, thank you so much!” What a kind person, you thought as you opened the backseat of the car. Ooh.

On second thought, maybe you were too optimistic. Who knew a 10 minute ride could feel so long? It seemed at least twice that much when you were squished in the backseat with some handsy couple. Just your luck, someone was already occupying the passenger seat. Oh well, a minor inconvenience in the name of saving money. All you could do was shift closer to the door, fix your gaze outside the window, and try to ignore the strange purrs coming from your seatmates. A familiar building caught your eye and you let out a sigh of relief when the car came to a stop. You thanked your driver as you stepped out and pulled your bags out of the trunk. Looking back and forth from your phone to the townhouse before you, you had to admit the real thing looked a little more worn down than how it was advertised, but you couldn’t blame them. I mean, your pictures on instagram aren’t exactly the everyday representation of yourself, either.

Aged wood creaked as you hoisted your bags up the front steps. You tapped  your knuckles three times against the brown door and rang the buzzer to the landlord’s office. 

“Hello? Miss Q?” you asked, hoping the landlord you’ve been contacting for the last two months would answer. “It’s me, y/n, I let you know I’d be coming in today.”

No answer. 15 minutes, a few text messages, and a phone call later, still no response. You groaned. Were you at the right place? Looking back at the address of the building and your location, you were sure this was it. Did Miss Q happen to be out? Or was she napping and just happened to be a heavy sleeper? Maybe her phone died. Whatever the reason, you were stuck out here for the meantime. Shrugging it off, you took a seat on a dusty patio chair and started to scroll mindlessly through your phone to pass the time. Hopefully she’d reply soon. 

The screech of a vehicle coming to a stop caught your ear. You looked up to see that the mover’s van you ordered pulled up across the street. Well, at least your things arrived. You stood up and waved to the man driving the vehicle. Making your way to greet and thank him, you helped him unload your things and set them down on the free space in front of the complex, making sure to keep the pathways clear. Placing down the last of the things onto the ground, you wiped the sweat off your brow, tipped the man, and watched him leave.

20 minutes of that and still you remained stuck outside. The late summer sun was beginning to get unbearably warm. Sitting amongst your pile of things, you couldn’t help but groan inwardly at the thought of all the unpacking you had to do. On top of that, classes begin in a week, and you needed to search for a job as soon as possible to help pay the bills. 

“Erm, hello? Are you y/n l/n, by any chance?” a gentle voice asked.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice anyone had approached you. He was a fairly tall boy with dark hair half pulled back into a messy bun. Freckles adorned his face, complemented by his soft brown eyes and warm smile. He wore a pair of white shoes, slightly distressed lightwash jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, and a loose fitting, olive button up half tucked into his jeans. In his arms was a brown paper bag with a loaf of bread peeking out. 

(I STAN LONG HAIRED/HAIRBUN YAMS SO HARD SO HE’S GONNA HAVE IT OK)

“Yeah, I am! Do you live here?” you responded eagerly, getting up to your feet.

He nodded with a smile. “I do! Apparently Miss Q’s sick and staying at her daughter’s place for now, so her daughter messaged me to help you get settled in. Let me put these groceries away and get your key.”

He disappeared into the townhouse, then returned a few moments later with a key dangling between his fingers. “Miss Q needs a better hiding spot for her spare office key. The plant pot is way too obvious. Anyways, I can show you to your room, now. I’ll help you carry your things up,” he offered.

“That would be great! Thanks again for all your help, otherwise I’d probably have been stuck out here all night,” you said, gently handing him a box to carry.

“Y-Yeah, no problem! Though, Tsukki might’ve let you in if he saw you out here, too. Oh, and my name’s Tadashi Yamaguchi, by the way. Some people call me Yams. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Yams,” you huffed in amusement at his cute nickname. “Call me y/n.” Carrying some boxes, you followed Yamaguchi into the building. Luckily you were on the first floor, second door on the lefthand side. He fumbled with the key, searching for the keyhole before turning the unlocked knob and opening the door. 

Much like the outside, the interior of the place was also outdated. You both stood in front of the quaint living area connected to the kitchen. In the back, you could see the hallway leading to the bathroom and your single bedroom. The plain, white walls of the room were illuminated by daylight coming in from the windows on the rightmost wall. You could overlook the worn couch and scuffed dining table, though, considering the place was fully furnished and leased at a great price. Miss Q had even told you both the kitchen and bathroom had actually been remodeled recently. 

Going back and forth to take your belongings inside, you thought to get to know your new neighbor. “So, how long have you lived here?”

He pursed his lips in thought and stacked the box he was carrying on top of another one. “Mm, only since the start of summer, actually. My friend and I came here to start university, and one of his favorite museums also happens to be in this city. We come from about 2 hours north of here, though. What about you?”

You set down a particularly heavy bag onto the floor with a grunt. “I’m from a place several hours west of here. I came here for school, too! Are you going to Central University, by any chance?”

“Yeah, I am!” he responded with pleasant surprise and wide eyes. “I guess we’ll be seeing each other on campus, too. Remind me to show you the closest bus stop you can take to get there.” A soft smile formed on his lips.

After finally taking in all your belongings, you collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. Your eyes flickered over to the brunette, whose chuckle you could hear from across the room. “Long day?” he asked, settling into a spot next to you. 

Groaning, you replied, “I’ve been up since 5 am to do some last minute packing and catch my train.”

“Yikes. Sounds early.”

“Tell me about it.”

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a few seconds. Curious, he piped up with another question. “So, what made you decide to move all the way out here?”

“Hmm,” you began. “Well, I wanted to settle into a new, unknown place, y’know? Explore the world a little more and see what it’s like out here. Be on my own for the first time.”

Yamaguchi nodded thoughtfully in understanding. “I get you. My best friend and I kinda came here for the same reasons. We wanted to expand our worlds a bit. I’ve only been here a few months, and already so much has happened. You’ll definitely get to explore and experience a lot in this city. Things are always busy around here...” he trailed off, checking a notification on his phone that just dinged with a new message. His brown gaze flickered back to you. “Ooh, would you like to have a drink with my friend and I at my place? I live in the room right across from here. You seem like you need a break.”

You could feel your lips curve upwards. “I’d really enjoy that, actually.”

Thus you found yourself in your new friend’s apartment, sinking comfortably into his black beanbag chair, a bottle of cold lemonade in your hand. Taking another refreshing swig, your eyes traveled over to the blonde seated next to Yams on their tan sofa. You could hardly feel welcome when the first words that came out of his mouth after seeing you was a disgruntled “you brought someone here?”, which made Yamaguchi smack the back of his friend’s head.

“They’re our new neighbor, Tsukki! Be more welcoming,” he chided with a roll of his eyes. “Y/n, this is Kei Tsukishima. Tsukki, this is y/n.”

He rubbed the back of his head and glared at Yamaguchi. The blonde sighed, extending a hand out towards you. “Tsukishima. Nice to meet you, I guess.”

“Erm,” you tried to smile, “nice to meet you, too, Tsukishima. Just call me y/n.”

‘How is someone as sweet as Yams best friends with this dude?’

He couldn’t be all bad, you reasoned. Maybe he was just having a bad day,,, or always having a bad day. Regardless, even if your first impression was kinda substandard and underwhelming, you hoped you’d get along. He seemed like the type to need to get to know someone before warming up to them. 

You set the empty bottle atop their maple coffee table. Two hours had creeped by, consisting mostly of lighthearted exchanges between you and Yamaguchi, with a brief, occasional response from Tsukishima. He spent most of the time flipping through the pages of a novel and lightly tapping its hardcover to the beat of whatever he was listening to on his headphones. Yamaguchi suggested getting delivery from a Thai place he liked a few blocks away, and even insisted on covering the cost for you. 

“No, you really don’t have to..! I appreciate the offer, though,” you pleaded.

He shook his head, smiling as he tapped away at postmates on his phone. “Don’t worry about it.” He logged in both your orders and nudged Tsukishima with his elbow. “What do you want?”

Pushing up his glasses, Tsukishima leaned over to look at his friend’s phone screen. A few moments passed before he pulled away and said, “Pad Kee Mao sounds good.”

30 minutes later and there was a ring at the front door. A voice on the buzzer sounded. “I have a delivery for, uh.. Tadashi!” 

“Looks like they’re here,” Yamaguchi said as he stood up. You followed him out to the main entrance. Behind the door was a boy with tousled orange hair and bright brown eyes, carrying a plastic bag filled with takeout boxes. “Here you go!” he exclaimed as he handed you the order. He peered at the brunette beside you, his face scrunching in thought before lightening up with clarity. “Hey, you were with the guy I crashed into the other day! I-Is he okay by the way? Sorry, I was in a really big rush...!”

Eyebrows shooting up in surprise and eyes widening with familiarity, Yamaguchi nodded, “Oh yeah, I remember that! Don’t worry, he’s alright, just bitter and annoyed. I’m glad you seem to be okay, as well.” 

The redhead scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and looked down at his scuffed shoes. “Ah, thanks! Um, is he around? I’d like to apologize for yesterday...”

Yamaguchi smiled. “I’ll go grab him,” he said briefly before heading back to his apartment. 

The delivery boy sighed with relief. “Man, I felt really bad about that yesterday...” he muttered. He looked back up, his eyes brightening when they met yours. “My name’s Shoyo Hinata! People usually call me Hinata.”

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, offering your hand. He shook hands with you a bit too vigorously, and you nearly dropped the food held in your other arm. “Are you new around here?” he asked.

“Hah, is it that obvious?” you joked.

“Nahh, just a wild guess. You’re just really refreshing, is all! Most of the people I meet seem burnt out, but I don’t blame them. We’ve all got busy lives. Talking to you is nice, though! I haven’t learned any customer’s names, well, since I started working! Then again, it’s only been two months... Anyways, where you from? I was born and raised here.”

If anything, you thought Hinata was the refreshing one. A tad talkative, but refreshing nonetheless. He effused a radiance that matched his vivid hair. “I’m from *insert place here*, a few hours west of here. I just arrived today!”

Before he could give you a response, however, you both heard footsteps approaching. You could recognize Tsukishima’s voice muttering a low “let’s get this over with” from behind you. Now standing at the doorframe, the blonde towered over Hinata. His countenance displayed obvious annoyance. However, he maintained his composure, pressed his finger against the bridge of his nose, and sighed out, “What do you want?”

Hinata bowed. “I’m sorry I crashed into you with my bike the other day! I was rushing to volleyball practice and I wasn’t looking. It was my fault.”

Eyes narrowing, Tsukishima allowed several moments of silence to achingly pass before letting out a small huff. “Fine. Apology accepted.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned around to return to his room. “Watch where you’re going next time, idiot. You’d better hope you don’t run into me again.” A door shut.

‘That was quick.’

Hinata looked up to watch him leave and straightened his form again. Lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, he crossed his arms across his chest. “Geez, what’s his deal?” Yamaguchi cast him an apologetic look. “Ah, he’s just like that. He appreciates the gesture, though.” 

A high-pitched ding caught your attention. “Ah, I gotta go make another delivery! It was nice to meet you all!” 

Quickly grabbing a bill out of your pocket, you stopped Hinata mid-step. “Wait! Here, please take this. Thanks for the food!”

He accepted the tip from your hands, looking back and forth between you and the money. “Wow, thank you so much! I really hope to see you around. Have a great night!” With a final smile and wave, he bounded off the porch steps towards his bike, hopped on, then disappeared down the street. 

After having dinner and exchanging contact information with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, you thanked them for having you over and retired back to your room. Drained, you only had enough energy to make up your bed and unpack your bathroom essentials. You trudged into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, weariness was evident in your dull gaze. ‘Ugh, I can’t wait to sleep,’ you thought as you turned the sink on. The cool water felt refreshing against your skin and livened your senses. You brushed your teeth before retreating to your bedroom and changing into a comfier pair of clothes. 

You checked the time on your phone. How was it only 11 PM? The darkness, coupled with your exhaustion, made it seem at least three hours ahead. You plugged the phone in to charge and set it down on the bedside table. ‘No need to set an alarm,’ you thought, ‘I just wanna sleep.’ 

You took a few minutes to stare at the dark ceiling overhead, thinking about all the new changes coming your way.  New faces, cool food, and exciting places. Hopefully you had some time these first few weeks to explore and familiarize yourself with the city. Excitement mixed with a prick of anxiety as you thought about how you could manage on your own. However, you had faith in your independence. You would be okay. Besides, there were friendly people out here like Yamaguchi, Hinata, and maybe Tsukishima who you could trust if you ever needed help.

It didn’t take long for you to drift off into a deep slumber. You lazily woke up the following morning, yawning with outstretched arms. ‘That was the best sleep I’ve had in ages,’ you thought as you sat up. It was half an hour before noon. The sun shone brightly through your windows, whose curtains were left undrawn. ‘Surprised that the light didn’t wake me up sooner.’ A loud honk made you jump in your seat. ‘Or the noise.’

You drew your legs over the side of the bed and took in the state of your room. Surrounded by stacked boxes and luggage, you were reminded what you came here for. Anticipation collected in your chest. This was the start of the life you’ve been waiting for the past few years. 

‘We’re gonna make the best of this, y/n.’

[reverse-winx]

Once she found out. Im sorry for the long ass rant I just wanted to vent.

*~* (continued) addressed in the show which is really dumb. Ether way Bloom shouldn’t have openly flirted and kissed Andy while she was dating Sky(see episode 4,6,18). Next I want to talk about StellaxBrandon. So Mitzy kisses Brandon on the cheek and Stella gets upset and accused him of cheating. Now what I don’t understand is how this couple, who openly flirted with other people as a fun game (see season 2 episode 8) suddenly one of them can’t at least listen to both sides of the situation.

*~* (continued) And Finally....MusaxRiven..xJason. This couple is annoying. Now Riven was in the wrong for getting bitchy with Andy and his crew, however you can understand his anger toward Jason. You’re not supposed to be on a first name bases with your boss, whom you just met. Further more after Musa and Riven break up her dumbass thinks that Jason had a thing for her even though he was engaged to someone else. But what really GRINDS MY GEARS is that she wanted to go crawling back to Riven

***

I feel like I’m missing chunks of this rant and I have no idea where they are.  Regardless, I also have been displeased by how relationships were handled in the show.  However, because I’m a happy ace who, while not aro, is not yet interested in a romantic relationship, I’ve got no idea how I can write realistic relationships.  But I’ll try to make the Reversed relationships reasonable, and I’m relying on my readers (and my extensive if inaccurate fiction- and fanfiction-based understanding) to keep me honest! TBH I’m bad with emotions in general, so I’m really gonna need your help when the relationships come in to play.  I know that there are lots of ranges in relationships such as sexual intimacy, non-sexual physical intimacy, emotional intimacy, and all sorts of other things, from cuteness to seriously messed up stuff, but I’ve experienced none of it, so HELP.

Anyhow, my emotional and relationship constipation aside, here are my ideas for the Reversed relationships.

Bloom and Sky - tbh I never liked this couple as much as some of the others. Sky gets possessive and I can’t stand that, and Bloom can be pretty nasty to Diaspro (not that Diaspro isn’t asking for it half the time in the show). My goal with this relationship is really to underscore the difference between a commoner-raised, liberal-minded girl and a noble-raised, more conservative boy, and how the two sides can balance each other out.  I want sweetness, awkwardness, cultural disconnect, and all sorts of other things.

Stella and Brandon - I always found these guys pretty wholesome in the classic seasons (1-4), even if Stella was a bit much a lot of the time. In Reversed, however, Stella is sharp AF and just plays blond ditz. So expect both cuteness and intellectual conversations. If I were to give my Stella a Hogwarts house, she’d be Slytherin all the way, while Brandon would be a Hufflepuff. His loyalty and chill is the perfect balance for her determination and drive. I also want them to have a healthy open relationship, where they can flirt and sleep with whoever, or even bring home someone to share, while still knowing that they are the only two for each other.

Aisha and ? - I’m only really familiar with classic (5 made me sad, 6 I didn’t watch all the way through even though I wanted to, and 7 I couldn’t even try), so... yeah.  Despite her tough exterior, Aisha is actually quite insecure, so whoever she’s with will have to work to get her to be emotionally open.  However, this girl will take care of and support her partner with her life, and she’ll grow to let her heart be vulnerable eventually.

Flora and Helia - these two have historically been my favorite couple!  It may be because my aesthetic is pretty boys and Helia is very much my type.  Anyhow, these two will be super wholesome and emotionally supportive, and this will all be in the face of Flora being one half cold-blooded killer and one half supportive potioneer, while Helia is a pacifist.  I guess they’ll go through some trials and tribulations in coming to terms with who they are as people, but it’ll end up good for them, I promise!

Tecna and Timmy - I always found these guys blah in classic, and I want them to be completely not that in this. I imagine Timmy as getting over his awkward quickly with my Tecna, who just does not have a concept of what awkward is.  He’ll teach her what he knows about interaction, and she’ll teach him directness and confidence.  Anyhow, my inspiration for my Tecna was Sherlock from the recent BBC show, so Timmy will grow to be the John that tempers and complements her.

Musa and Riven - I’ve historically had problems with this relationship because Riven is generally an ass in canon.  I mean, if I’m remembering right he did mature a bit from 1 to 4, but then ownership changed and in 5 and 6 he was back to being annoying.  Anyway, there will be none of that Reversed.  My Riven doesn’t start respecting women, that’s for sure, but my Musa is no teary-eyed pushover either.  They’ll be a slow burn, starting as friends because both have backgrounds that don’t let them trust enough to jump into a relationship.  They’ll earn each other’s respect and start caring about each other more deeply, and then they’ll be in a relationship without even noticing the dynamic change or making it official.

[greyknm]

Eleutheromania (pt.2)

Pirate au

Hoseok/J-hope fanfic

Consists of harsh language, name calling, being taken advantage of…basically angst, small smut, admiration, fluff(?)

Eleutheromania (noun) a great desire for or obsession with freedom.

“Why not!” The idiot yelled at you holding you over the edge of the ship. It’s late night and they’re back at it again with threatening you by saying they’ll throw you off no hesitation. “You sleep with that Hoseok guy every night!” He continues to yell. Tipping you further over the edge. You have tears in your eyes trying to grab his shirt to come back up. You beg and beg to be forgiven but he doesn’t hear you at least he doesn’t want to. The cheer of ‘let her drown’ and 'give 'er what she deserves.’ “ Please! Let me back up! I’ll do anything! Just please!” You cry out. “You won’t do anything.” The men stop to look behind them. Hoseok, tired eyed and annoyed. The man loosens his grip making it easy for you to escape. You run to Hoseok’s arms. Like it’s normal he wraps an arm around you. “What makes you have her all the time and we don’t.” He strokes his hand to your ass. Go along with it, he whispers to you. He squeezes your ass that makes you inhale sharply at the sudden move. “Must be doing something right, right boys?” The men get riled up. “Boy! Whatch it! I-” The captain walks out. “Go back to work or sleep! Jun no fucking fights! Now go!” You get out of Hoseok’s grip and head to his room. It takes him a while to come back but you’re already in tears. He comes in to hear soft sobs. He walks towards you and pulls your hands down and holds them. You look at him with teary eyes, slope down to the floor and cry in his lap. He rubs your head gently and you stay like that for a while.

The next couple of days you stay in the room unbothered. It was nothing new you did it often. But then you were always bothered the men barging in your room for one reason only. “You’ve been in here for a whole week and some.” You stay still under the covers with puffy eyes. “Once upon of time, this was my room. Just never used it.” Hoseok walks to the other side of the bed and examines you. He pushes the hair out your face. “You haven’t eaten either. Don’t starve yourself.” You look up at him and sees his face. “Hoseok! You’re bruised! What happened!” You sit up and grab his face. “It’s nothing just got into a little fight.” He pulls your hands off his face and gets up to walk away. You notice him limping. “Hoseok!” You get up and push him on the bed. You sit on top of him and strip him down to see any more injuries. “Hoseok there are knife cuts on your chest and they’re not old, so don’t say that. What exactly happened?” He sighs. “Well, remember that I said I liked you. The men were talking down about you and it made my blood rise. Long story short that’s why I took a while coming back that night. We got into a fight and they didn’t play fair. I’m fine. What you need to be worried about is you. Go eat.” You stare at him. “Stay put. Please.” You leave him and return back with supplies. He’s sitting up shirt still open. You tell him to lay down and you clean him up. He moans in pain. 'stop moving it’ll make it worse’ you tell him 'nghh stop!’ 'stop being a baby and take it like a man’. The men could hear you guys behind the door. “What the hell is doing to her and keeping her in there. To have her for himself?”

They burst into the room. You’re on the side of Hoseok touching his scars. “What’s going on here. Do we have to teach your ass a lesson again.” Hoseok gets up and walks to the 3 men. “Oh, so now you guys care about her when she’s not pleasing you.” The men growl. “You keep her when she needs to do her job for your pleasing.” Hoseok scoffs. “Im going to stop the act. I’ve never touched a part of her excepts the night where I grabbed her ass. I’ve never done anything sexual to her. She sleeps with me because she feels better with me, sorry to break it to you. I actually speak and listen to her and treat her like a humam being. Something you guys should pick up from.” The man goes to punch Hoseok but he easily avoids it. Before anything gets out of hand you yell to stop. “STOOOP! stop! Stop. You know what he said is true I haven’t touched him in anyway so stop hurting each other for something so stupid.” They look at you in shock as if you didn’t have a voice. “Better yet I’ll get out your hair. I can do something helpful for once.” You walk out the room and not speak to anyone for the rest of the trip.

You walk off the ship and you get pulled by Hoseok. He grabs your hand and drags you to his room at the inn. He pushes you down on the bed and holds your arms. “Stay.” He demands you in a stern low voice. He walks out the room. You stay on the bed lying there not caring anymore. He comes back with food. “Eat.” The scent of the food comes to you, making you hungry but you still don’t want to eat. “C'mon you haven’t eaten for more than 2 weeks. You have to eat something. Feed yourself or I will force feed you.” You get up and look at him then zone back out. “Alright then, force feed it is.” You guys fight back in forth just for you to eat. You finish the food unpleasantly. He leaves to get bath water, he then comes back and drags you to the bath. “Now. Do I have to bathe you or will you do it?” You stay silent. He sighs. “I seriously didn’t want to do this.” He strips you down until your body is exposed and he puts you in the tub. Softly he cleans you with the soapy clothe. Covering almost all your curves, he was hesitant about your breast, ass and vagina. He soon still had to go over them so he took a deep breath and calmed himself. When it was time for your vagina he carefully brushed it sending you little tingles. He keeps at it and goes a little harder making you stop his hand. “I think I’m clean now” you softly tell him, holding his hand touching you. “Yes, of course sorry. In the wardrobe there was a dress I’m going to go get it and see if you can fit it.” He returns with the dress and puts you in it. You watch him, watch you and slowly take in your body. He snaps out of it and continues getting you dressed. “Argh, it’s too fitting. I don’t like it” Hoseok looks at how your body fits the dress a little too well. “It’s fine. I’m just going to go visit my mother today and come back.” He raises an eyebrow and settles it down. “Still don’t like it, but ok.” With that you head out.

You walk up the hill and sit down in front of your mother’s grave. “Hey mom. I’ve finally come back to talk with you. I don’t think I can do this anymore. Stay here I mean. You’re probably not resting in peace hearing the things they say about me in town. You have to understand that what I do it will only be for a short time. I’ll be leaving soon. I’ll make sure to visit you. I’ll be leaving with Hiseok. He’s a man I met at the bar and he’s different. He’s wanted nothing from me and we became friends. He’s helped me on the ship. I stay with him here on land. I feel like I can do things now and be happy. Step one is to get away from here. I’ve been depressed for too long. Hoseok’s helped me today. I haven’t eaten nor washed in over a week. He made me eat and washed me. I trust him that’s why I’ll go with him. I’ll come back and tell you good bye. I’m so sorry I have to leave you.” You hold all your tears in and muster out good bye and I love you. You arrive back at the room in stand in the doorway. Hoseok slides out of bed and goes to hug you. “What happened? What did she say?” You sniffle. “I wish she could say something back.” His chest going up and down calms you. “Huh?” You raise your head up. “She died. I talk as if she was still living because it makes me feel at ease. I feel like she follows me when I need someone with me. Maybe that’s why I haven’t visited her often. I don’t feel the need of her anymore.” He just listens the room falls silent. Only breathing can be heard and little hiccups of you letting the last of your cries out.

You lay on top of him, just wanting to be held. He doesn’t mind. “Hoseok?” He hums. “Why do you stay?” He takes a deep breath. “If you mean stay with you. It’s because I like you. You’re different. I mean meeting you at a bar when you’re in stress wouldn’t be the best way of meeting someone but I got to know you. I like you’re confidence.” You readjust your head. “Confidence?” He hums in agreement. “You obviously have it. Not being conscious about your body. You weren’t shy when it came to undressing you and bathing you. Also, what you do you have to have confidence. I like it.” You smile at that. “What?” You look up at him.“I don’t get sincere complements.” He raises a brow. “Really? Should I compliment you more?” You smile. “I’ll take that as a yes. From now on I’ll compliment you everyday.” You bury your face in his chest in shyness. He flips you over so he’s now on top of you. Your cheeks get hot. “Hoseok-ah I like you too.” He smiles. “Do you like me enough to do this?” He kisses your forehead. You giggle. “Or this…and this…how about this?” He kisses both your cheeks and then starts tickling you. Laughter fills the room. “You’re so fucking precious when you smile.” You lift your head up and kiss his lips and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down. He kisses back and it’s heaven. A kiss that’s filled with love and you don’t want it to stop.

The next morning you wake up in Hoseok’s arms u dressed. “Morning, beautiful.” His husky voice makes you tingle. “Why am I undressed?” He kisses you. “Let’s just say that we wanted more than the kiss.” Your cheeks rush with blood. “You’re pretty loud too.” You looked surprised. “I’m usually not..” He rubs your back. “I guess I bring out the best of you.” You hit his chest and curl into a ball. “Hobi!” He raises a brow. “You remember the nickname but not the sex. Guess we’ll have to do it over.” You squeal. “You’re adorable. Tomorrow my ship comes. You’re coming with me?” You come out from hiding and nod. “Good. I was scared I would be alone. You want to do anything before you go?” You sit up. “I’ll say my goodbyes to my mom.” He hums.

You walk up the hill and sit in front of your mom. “Mom. Tomorrow I’ll be leaving for a better place. A new start. Now you can finally rest in peace. Thank you for being with me through these hard times I put on myself but now it’s time to go. I love you. I’ll make sure to visit. Good bye.” With that you head off with a smile. Back at the inn, you’re packing up. Hoseok already had his things packed up since he came. He never really took anything out. He comes behind you and gives you a back hug while kissimg your neck. You smile. “Almost done.” You tell him. “So are you ready to get away from here.” You turn in his arms and look at him with a serious face. “Most definitely.” You turn around and finish packing the last of what you have. You were excited the whole day ready to leave. Hoseok laughs at your excitement every now amd again.

The ship arrives at the docks. You look at it with uncertainty, wondering if you really want to leave. You realise what this place has done for you letting you take more steps foward. Closer and closer you get to the ship. You smile at Hoseok knowing that he’s now the sunshine in your life that’ll guide you and make you smile. Your hope. “Ready?” He smiles at you. “Never been more ready!” With that you’re off dreaming about the better life you’ll have. “Your freedom is finally here.” Hoseok kisses your forehead. You smile and hug him tight. “Thank you.”

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Of Happy Coincidences and Fated Connections Chapter 3

Act 3

A lot has happened and as always as is the norm recently Akko played a big part in it.

She couldn’t believe it.

She’s staring at familiar ceiling of the Cavendish manor. She’s on her bed.

Certainly the last few days or so have been awfully eventful.

Good news is that it would seem her aunt Daryl will at least try to maintain the Cavendish house before I can take over in the next Venusian eclipse hopefully.

Weird as it is despite how I was willing to toss luna nova and everything else away for the Cavendish house and I still have much pride in it, don’t mistake. I am happier that I get to go back to Luna Nova, to the teachers, my dorm, Hannah & Barbara, the library and the striving for knowledge, but I would be lying if didn’t admit that I’m glad to go back to Akko. I have to tell her soon about us having met briefly before in that chariot show.

However that brings more knots in my stomach.

It felt really nice having her pressed against me on the broom and having her hold my hand and earnestly support and believe in me made my heart soar. At first I would just chuck it up to the adrenaline, but if I’m totally frank there has always been something more, the way she affects me so is beyond anything I have ever felt.

Mom used to tease me after I told her about the story of meeting akko at the chariot show that she would be a very special person for me, she never specified the word friends in those scarce instances.

It wasn’t until just am hour ago that I managed to apparently unseal a hidden letter of my mom with a card identical to mine, but I still have mine in my drawer.

She was brief, I got teary-eyed when she started the letter by saying she is proud of me and loves me. I truly miss my mother.

She proceeds to tell me that the same card by the same old lady was giving to her moments before she met my dad. She says the card does not have to signify a romantic bond, but I shouldn’t reject it if it does lead to that and so mother goes on to tell the story she omitted when she told me how she and dad got together.

She apparently was bogged down with just having taken on the responsibilities of being the Cavendish head and had left luna nova a few months prior, not even having finished her 2nd year. She was antagonized by her rightfully bitter sister and she wasn’t particularly happy with this arrangement either. However responsibilities are something you cannot avoid.

My father’s courting was an inconvenience to her and she kept rejecting him at every chance but my dad persisted until a particularly horrible event occurred and they were put in a perilous situation. So months after my dad persisted my mom finally relented, realizing that living with my father would be too much to bear and both of them would try their best to make it work.

And work it did although it was only 6 short years they were one of the happiest years she had, barring when she was raising me of course.

She mentions in this letter- which by the date it seems was written a few months before her death- that she would love to meet this girl in the future, but since she can’t physically meet her in her state she will conform herself with giving her daughter a healthy piece of advice.

Every good relationship starts with a solid foundation of friendship so start with that instead and nurture it.

Don’t let this person go once Diana finds her and enjoy as much time as possible with her and most importantly be honest about her feelings, hiding them or putting duty above love should be considered but it’s not always the right action. Happiness is an extremely important feeling that someone has to feel, hopefully more often than not and being around a person that naturally gives you that feeling is worth keeping around.

She mentions how happy she was to have me in her life and thanks me for having been her daughter.

I start crying, it would seem there won’t ever be an end of letter mom has for me.

When I was 11 one year after her passing, she told anne to give me a letter that helped me a lot in coming to terms and accepting what had happened completely, time having made that easier of course, alongside the love and care the staff of Cavendish manor gave me.

When I was 14 or so Anne gave me a letter when I had decided to strictly only study things necessary to be a proper Cavendish, I felt guilty otherwise.

Anne gave me the letter of my mom telling me to pursue my desires and dreams, don’t leave them just dreams, instead turn them into reality. And so a few months after having finished up a few preparations and training I decided to enroll in Luna Nova.

And now this.

Personally I have to admit I am conflicted. Or perhaps denial and quite embarrassed as well. Getting love or friendship advice from a deceased mother feels surreal in a way.

My flustered state comes from the story of having decided to read the 5th story in the story book.

For the wonderful changing nature of relationships of one wild crab and a stubborn Taurus & the mingling of the old and new.

Aria the Crab & Denis the Taurus could not see eye to eye. This standoff has been going on ever since they were both young. Sometimes it’s for something silly, sometimes it got way over blown, but mostly it’s because the crab doesn’t care for the antiquates fashion in which Taurus does things and Taurus feels appalled at the lack of consideration that Crab has for tradition……..

And so from rivals a budding friendship emerged after a perilous obstacle made them overcome their differences and work together. Their seemingly clashing personalities actually ended up being perfect complements to each other and after the many fights against those that were searching for trouble and just being in each other’s presence they realized how alike they truly are and something more begin to form.

After much hesitation, misconceptions and finally fear of breaking this lovely friendship was overcome, something more lovely was given a chance to bloom. As unlikely as this pairing might seem to others, it all made sense once you get to know this couple, they were like two peas in a pod.

The signs of the flowing, ever moving water went perfect together after all with the unmovable and grounded earth signs.

Communication is key in any bond though, not only romantic ones and remember whether you have polar opposite views, intersection is almost always reachable as long as you care enough to open yourself to others, especially those who have earned your trust and respect.

Of course I had to say ‘this story is like akko and I’ and I’m not sure if it’s the feeling I said it with, but my mother’s letter appeared just then.

Honestly I wonder if Chariot could predict the future or something or if it’s just some crazy coincidence but I almost want to laugh at how applicable the darn passages of the story book has been to me.

I would love to ask professor Ursula if she knew about Akko and I, but I suppose she wants to keep it a secret for a reason, I can only hope she does it before akko finds out because that will be quite the surprise for akko, especially having had her idol teaching her the whole time.

To be fair I suppose part of not confronting her also has to do with having to come to term with not only completely embracing my past but reconciling professor Ursula with Chariot and I haven’t even had extra classes with her, I can only imagine the turmoil akko might feel.

There I go again thinking about her. I’m unsure whether I want to label these particular thoughts at least not yet and very much less tell her about any of this.

Besides now that I’m going back to school I have to make sure to ask Professor Ursula about Croix and the accumulation of energy I have been sensing. I��m getting anxious about it if I’m honest. Also I felt horrible for the state I left Hannah & Barbara in.

Which reminds me I hope they finished their potion successfully since it was a week-long one they were getting a bit antsy that it didn’t turn the appropriate color yet. Of course I proceeded to tell them the 4th story in the book about “The hotheaded Leo & Aries & their lesson in patience and earnestness”.

They were shocked that I was that open with them, of course I was getting sentimental because shortly after having given them encouragement I told them I had to leave luna nova. That was two days ago, the potion should be done by tomorrow.

My thought have been jumbled up. I stare at my clock and it reads 4 am. I have been too high on adrenaline ever since all of the trail thing has happened, having akko come help me was a pleasant surprise and riding the shiny volley with her was exhilarating. More than the action at self I wonder if it’s the person with me in those events that made it all so much more amplified.

I went from wanting to get away from Akko to not being able to imagine Luna Nova without her constant presence.

Which is the reason that while I don’t read the 4th story of Chariot’s story book, Believing Astral hearts all that often, mostly because my upbringing has long since thought me patience, it’s groomed in me, but I have to say matters concerning akko makes me impatient at times.

Case in point my prediction of akko leaving luna nova. Her coming here to bring me back isn’t it, because when it occurred she was covered in snow all around her, without any layer of clothes for protection and I admit that when I said she would leave luna nova I was surprised by the scene even more so I could swear it was my worried voice that announced ‘akko’ right before the vision ended.

This makes me want to go right there to that room and make sure akko is alright even though it’s only been a little less than 2 hours that I last saw her when we came back from the trail.

Goodness whatever this is, I have it bad.

I decide to go anyway because I wouldn’t be able to sleep being this restless, honestly the chaos of emotions this girl does do me.

Heading there I noticed someone standing in front of Akko’s door. Hesitating whether to knock or not.

Of course it would be him.

I could just let him go and knock or just turn around right now and forgot this venture completely.

Andrew spots me. Ahh I suppose one of them is ruled out. His eyes widen and he walks away briskly.

This is perfect now I can knock, but that’s not what I ended up doing.

I chased after Andrew. Why? I’m not sure if I’m honest. I do have an inkling but right now interrogating Andrew seems much more immediate.

I catch up enough to him he turns around, glares at me and I ask

“What were you doing so late at akko’s room door” I cut through the tension.

Andrew puts on a scowl and answers coldly “I could ask you the same thing Diana”.

“This is my house and I’m a girl Andrew, didn’t think you were deviant”

Andrew has a smug expression “I am not, but I didn’t think you were actually a deviant, I’m shocked”

What. This annoys me. This is ludicrous.

“Absolutely not” I answered bluntly back I will not let this jerk get to me.

Andrew smirks. That ass. No I have to wipe that expression off.

“You like akko in a romantic sense and you were going to confess”

Diana saw Andrew mildly recoil back but then his smirk was back. What.

“Were you Diana? Good for you”

Diana was flabbergasted. How dare he. When was he ever this cheeky. She wants cold, distant indifferent Andrew back, this was horrible.

“I was asking you! Answer the question and stop being so reflexive.”

Andrew’s smugness got even worse. I lost this bout after all having lost my composure.

“Not sure”

He proceeded to put his hands in his pijama bottoms, which is made of some expensive silk no doubt.

His smug expression is still there. What.

“Diana I confess I am rather enchanted with miss Kagari she’s quite entertaining after all-”

“She’s not a side show! You can’t even begin to comprehend what makes akko so enchanting and amazing Andrew!”

His smug expression is gone. Good. Wait is that a genuine smile. I prefer the smirk or smugness. Abort.

“Clearly Diana, you have known her for longer after all and she has come all the way from luna nova, mostly on foot to talk some sense into you. It for that reason I confess that any budding non-platonic feelings I might be feeling for miss Kagari it pales in comparison to whatever connection or bond you two possess.”

Andrew was awaiting my response but I was in shock. Akko did come all the way here, but that wonderful idiot would’ve done it for anyone she considered a friend or a rival in my case, so what makes it special. Also knew it jerk-face had feelings for her. I was just processing everything, but Andrew isn’t done yet.

“Diana while I believe akko would do it for anyone she holds dear whether romantic or not, she seems to have less than an amicable bond with you and yet she did it anyway-”

“She considers me her rival that is all”

Yes this feels best. My heart is bursting off my chest, this is just too much to take in one day and that excludes everything else that is occurring with Ursula’s hidden identity, whatever professor croix is planning and just luna nova studies in general. It’s all just too much.

“I see, I suppose you will be opting for denial then. Rest assured I will not be pursuing akko. However given akko’s nature and how amazing she is I see no reason to keep her waiting too long. I might rethink then to rescind my declaration of not pursuing her in a few months if you still haven’t made a move”

I glared at him. He won and he knows it.

“Good night Diana”

“Good night, Andrew”

I swear it’s a miracle if we ever really become friends, we’re barely civil in most cases.

I’m too flustered to visit akko now and I know that what Andrew said wasn’t untrue, it’s just I’m unsure if I’m ready to confront all of that yet.

As I let out a deep sigh, I brush my teeth once more and I put my story book in my drawer.

I finally decide to go to sleep. Until I heard a knock. If it’s Andrew I swear I will give that guy hell.

I swing the door open a little harder than necessary. I’m sure my face might’ve been cranky.

“Ahh…I’m sorry Diana going back to my room. Sorry for bugging you….” Akko with an old Pj of mine that looks absolutely adorable on her however she was just walking away when I grabbed her hand, perhaps a little more forceful than necessary. She winced. Ahh snap

“I’m sorry, no it’s not a problem, you just caught me by surprised me, come in”

After reassuring akko that it was fine we sat on the couch and she started talking about how amazing that felt, the trail, flying everything and she’s glad she got to know me more and how she’s excited to get all the words, but she wants them all already and it’s annoying having to wait to discover all and so I tell her the 4th story in the book. She’s completely enthralled she didn’t know it. Which I found odd since she said she owned every single chariot merchandise, which means mom was not kidding when she said this story book had limited and European only release and got recalled. Wonder what the story behind that would be.

We kept talking about school and everything and eventually we fell asleep on the coach next to each other while leaning on each other.

It is in this state that Anne found us way past the hour I was supposed to be awake and we quickly pulled apart, both of us having a visible flush in our faces.

We got ready I got the wonderful support of my staff and I was back to luna nova, this time with a passenger.

A very smug and cheeky passenger that completely teased me all the way through. So much so that I threatened to drop her. Although I never really would have. We made it in fairly good journey time at luna nova.

I get stormed with double hugs and crying faces of Hannah and Barbara. I missed them. Apparently my face is still flushed after the ride.

Personally I’m still unsure if my flushed face all the way through was because akko saw a vulnerable side I barely show to anyone or because it was just being in such close proximity of her that made my heart nearly jump out of my chest. Either way I was happy, oh so very happy. For now though I will follow my mother’s advice, building a strong foundation with friendship. Maybe one day our relationship will develop like the crab and the Taurus, but that’s for the future me to ponder. For now I’m content.

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Spread the Love by Fletcher DeLancey, Lois Cloarec Hart, Erzabet Bishop, Sandra Barret, T.M. Croke, Alisha Kelley, and J.L. Merrow Read: April 2016 Rating: 4.25 Stars

I do not exactly recall, now, the set of circumstances surrounding why and how I got this book, other than that I had seen it being offered for free, and picked it up. I see that it isn’t free at the moment. If I recall correctly, there some limited time deal to get the book for free. I mention all of this because you are, apparently, supposed to say stuff like this if you get a book for free – at least if you get it through a program like Netgalley, or directly from the publisher. And I do think that it was free through the publisher. Heck, now that I think about it, it might still be free on the publisher’s website. Right – well anyway, this is a short story collection containing seven stories by seven different authors. One of the seven is one of my favorite authors, Fletcher DeLancey, the other seven are people I’m not certain I’ve read/encountered before. Though I know I have at least one other short story collection that contains a story by Erzabet Bishop – though I haven’t read that one yet. Learning to Ride by Fletcher DeLancey I’m not really sure what I was expecting when I opened the book, I just know that I was in something of a bind – I needed to read something (that’s me, must always be reading), but the book I’d picked up to read was annoying me. So, a quick look through my Kindle lead to this book – and this first story in the book. I was hooked immediately – a woman on a bicycle going for a ride. A woman who hadn’t ridden in a great while and was . . . larger than the common bike rider. Hooked me – it did. I’m not sure how others might view the story. The cover emphasizes ‘Seven Romantic and Erotic Lesbian Stories’ – which is actually why I haven’t even opened the book since I got it in January. I have to be in a ‘mood’ to purposefully go out of my way to read something labeled ‘erotic’, not ‘romance’, but out and out ‘erotic’. This brings us back to my first sentence in this paragraph. I’m not sure how others might view this story, because it is: (1) quite simple, really, in nature; (2) doesn’t have angst/drama/tension/conflict (beyond ‘can I go another mile/can I climb the hill’) except for the first encounter between the two women in the story, when one almost accidentally killed the other (‘On the left does not mean that you go to your left, but that I’m coming from the left’); (3) this story is by no means erotic, graphic, or otherwise have with sex in it. Those who need conflict/angst would probably be annoyed by the romance. Those who saw ‘erotic’ on the cover of the book, would be annoyed by the lack of erotic . . . action in the story. Me? I loved the story. I actually found myself tear-y eyed while on the train. Long after I’d completed the story. I know, I probably should see someone about that. Heh. Unlike the last time I mentioned teary eyed (or something along those lines), this time it was happiness, joy, positive stuff that caused the mist. I mentioned that the story was simple – well, it’s basically just a story of a series of bike rides. And a woman that encounters another on these rides. The first time a blur speed past Dana – the blur said something, but Dana couldn’t catch it. She assumed it was something derogatory. The second encounter with the woman almost involved injuries – blur ‘on your left!’ squealing. Dana didn’t realize ‘on your left’ meant someone was coming on your left. She thought that meant the rider wanted Dana to move to her left. And the story proceeds from there. Brief encounters while on the bike trail. Though the brief encounters build up. Somewhere along the line names are exchanged. Sexual orientations are hinted at. Common interests are mentioned. More encounters on the bike trail. This story kind of caught me unaware. Sure, I was hooked from the beginning, but I didn’t expect to love it. Rating: 5.5 Date read: April 27 2016 Spider Lines by Lois Cloarec Hart I’ve never read anything by this author, and I am fairly certain I hadn’t run across the name before now. The story made me uncomfortable from beginning to end. I liked being able to read a story involving two women in a long term relationship, but the story both was and wasn’t about them. In that the story barely spent time with the two of them together. Both, though, were working through issues involving the other. Kris was having some depressing feelings involving the state of her relationship with Sandy; Sandy was ducking the needed conversation, then later developed certain feelings of jealousy, and fear. For Kris had found something to spend her time on, since Sandy was busy all the time with her job. Kris, despite being self-described as having two left feet, decided, on impulse, to take up climbing. The story follows as she climbs a wall, then a mountain; all the while making comments about a third woman to Sandy. ‘Arden thought this helmet was better; Arden this, that, etc.’. Sandy was afraid Kris had found another, but their long-term relationship had frayed the communication lines. That’s part of why the story made me uncomfortable. I saw Kris appreciating the attention, the comments; and I saw how she was kind of . . . unable to see the impact on Sandy. Sandy complements her on how all that climbing has made her look lately. Kris responds with some comment about how Arden had said something like that earlier. Really? Shesh. Arden, of course, is the third woman in this story. About 12 years younger than Kris and Sandy. And one who doesn’t see any real advantage to not doing what feels good – in being tied down to relationships. An interesting enough story – though a lot of the good parts were marred with this vague level of cheating feeling (though cheating didn’t occur). The good parts including climbing a mountain, seeing birds flying below you, seeing out over the tops of trees from high up. I’ll more than likely try another story by this author – as long as the vaguely unease feeling of borderline cheating isn’t a reoccurring theme. Eroticism – I brought up that ‘erotic’ part in the prior story, the word being on the book cover, so I’ll note that there is in fact a higher level of erotic tension in this specific story here (compared with the last one), and even some nakedness and touching. But no sex actually occurs. Rating: 3.77 Date read: April 27 2016 Black and Blue by Erzabet Bishop Um, what the hell? What’s going on here? Why the fuck is ‘erotic’ on the cover? I assume all the rest of the stories are just filled with erotica, I’m sure. Just to make me look weird for this little bit written here. I mean, this is only the third story in the book that I’ve read. But . . . this is also the only author who has ‘erotic’ listed among the list of ‘genre’ that they write – that and BDSM. And includes in her bio something about how she loves writing naughty stories, or however that was worded. Erotica is not the same thing as sex, though you tend to find sex in erotic stories. But there wasn’t an ounce of erotic tension in this story here. Or in the first story. The second story had some naked fumbling, but that wasn’t presented very erotically. Right, so. The story involves a woman named Julie. She works at a bookstore. There’s this hot chick who has been coming by for months, sitting in the café, reading, and eating cake. Julie lusts for her. Eventually Grace introduces herself (yes, Grace did, Julie was content to just keep lusting from a distance). Grace and Julie then begin a vaguely undetermined though apparently longish period of wandering around in a friend like way. Julie continues to lust after Grace. She even uses the word love. To herself. Then Grace invites Julie over for some food. To met her boyfriend Merle. Oopsie, eh? One thing leads to another and Julie beats up Merle. No, not because her lust just grew so hard to contain that she erupted, beat up Merle and raped Grace. No, Julie beat Merle in reaction to a drunken Merle screaming at his bitch to get him a beer, then slamming his fist into Grace’s face because she wasn’t reacting correctly. As in, getting him a beer. Naturally – well, abuse stories follow a pattern. Naturally Grace stays with Merle. Because . . . reasons. This pattern continues for another undetermined amount of time. No, not Merle beating Grace, and then Julie beating Merle. No, the part where Merle beat Grace, Grace kicks Merle out, then lets him in again. Then Grace gets beaten again. Repeat infinite plus one. Meanwhile Julie watches on, still lusting after Grace, though calling it love. To herself. Bah. At one point I had two thoughts: (1) I feel sorry for Grace, she looks for a friend and gets beaten by Merle (not for looking for a friend, I mean – looks for a friend, one beats her (Merle), the other keeps giving off strong vibes of wanting to hump her (Julie)); (2) how the fuck can Julie know she loves Grace? She doesn’t know Grace. She lusts, very hard, for Grace. Mmphs. Whatever. For what it’s worth, I do not particularly like reading stories like this one here, but it was well written at least (beyond the sense that I had no clue how much time was passing; I mean, at one point there’s a comment that a woman kept coming by (Grace) that Julie liked checking out – for months; then they met – in terms of exchanging names, then a comment like ‘took her months to ask her to get a drink’. So . . months after exchanging names? So it’s been like six months now since Grace first showed up? And then months have gone by in a ‘friendzone’ situation? I’m confused). I’ll read the other free story by this author before deciding whether or not I’ll actually try anything more. Longer. Course the other free story I have might be the only other lesbian story she’s written (I know it’s lesbian in nature, because it has ‘Lesbian Lust’ as part to the title). Rating: 3.75 Date Read: April 27 2016 Soft Hands and Hard Hats by JL Merrow I rather liked this one, though it ended kind of abruptly. Somewhat more of a tease than a short story. A woman, Han, and ‘her mate’ visit a cave. While there the mate meets a nice lad, while Han meets a nice lassie named Kim (hmms, thought the name Kim in England was used for men – you know, like those traitors Kim Philby and the like). Oh right - there's a bit of romance, but no eroticism. Unless thinking the word 'breasts' and some kissing counts as eroticism. Rating: 4.32 Date Read: April 27 2016 Touch of the Traakyn by Sandra Barret Well, I figured out why the one author who lists Erotica among their genres on their GoodReads profile didn't have erotica in their story (referring here to Bishop not Barrett) - I wasn't on the train. I've mentioned before that I have this odd track record wherein I'll read a book and nothing of a sexual nature will occur, I'll get onto the train and . . . unleash the sex! Shesh. I mention this because I finally found the erotica in this book. After I got on the train. Started with this story here and continued through the last stories in the book. This story here is the Science Fiction story of the lot. Stars as its main character a human female who had been in the military before becoming injured. I guess she's technically still in it - the book opens with her in the hospital being examined. Though she knows she's going into forced retirement shortly. She's lost her foot, right arm, and part of her upper torso. Replaced with synthetic parts. Her girlfriend of the time couldn't stand the concept of seeing her with gold parts (the synthetics) and dumped her. Every human she runs across also reacts badly when they see her. So she hides away as much as possible. Until one night she's in the hot tub and a voice strikes her ears. She's so used to people talking around her and ignoring her that she doesn't at first realize that she's the person being addressed. She looks up and kind of drools. A gorgeous woman is standing there barely clothed. The woman repeats herself - asking if she can join her in the hot tub. By the way, she has blue skin - the new woman. One thing leads to another and the two become friendly towards each other. And as would be expected from my opening remarks leading into this story - there is graphic erotic depictions of 'stuff' that occurs. Odd, for me, I rather enjoyed the story. And the graphic depictions of 'stuff'. Rating: 4.72 Date Read: April 27 2016 Red Hot Neighbour by T.M. Croke Two women move in to the same house. The lead character is quite taken with the other woman, and keeps having to stop and watch her walk around. Then there's a flash back to when the two women first meet. I liked the story. Well written. Though it's mostly an erotic story with graphic sex. Rating: 4.67 Date Read: April 27 2016 Smoke and Swans by Alisha Kelley The third story annoyed me from the beginning. I just couldn't stand the main character. Then the story became the third in the book to have graphic sex. And I reverted to what I normally do when I come across that in a book - I started skimming (no, I do not always do that, I just mean . . . I don't know what I mean, I guess I just get easily bored, and will start to skim). Since I didn't like the underlying story/characters, and didn't care about the sex, I kind of ended up giving this specific story less attention that it probably deserved. But still, didn't like it. Rating: 2.3 Date Read: April 27 2016 OVERALL Surprisingly good collection of stories. Overall rating - average of all the short story's ratings, is 4.147. April 27 2016 (note - I figured I'd occasionally include a note about why I date my reviews - the reviews on GoodReads have a tendency to have the dates go all weird and not reflect reality (or, in other words, occasionally without me doing anything, the date changes; or if I shift the book's shelves around, the date can change, etc.))