#he was a good person in his life and thought the world of his friends- but ultimately got screwed over by people he trusted

[nathaslosthershit]

Time Flies (slowly) [LN4]

(Read part 1 here) Summary: Years later, Lando hasn’t forgotten about the one that got away. A/N: here is a happy ending after all the angst in part 1

There was so much anger and resentment, so much hatred, after the breakup. Lando's now ex-girlfriend had graduated medical school. What was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life was overshadowed by the overwhelming feeling that the one person she wanted there with her, the man who had stayed by her side (even while across the world), wasn’t there. 

But she was too proud to reach out, as was he. As Lando stalked her private instagram on one of his spam accounts she forgot to remove from her following, he felt the urge to call, or even just text a simple “congratulations, I am still unequivocally in love with you by the way”. Maybe that was too much though.

With a career like hers, she wasn't out of the clear once she graduated, she still had what felt like millenia left of training to do. So she threw herself into her career. She didn’t want to think about her ex, so she didn’t give herself time to think. 

That worked for a while. Two years went by and she had been on top of her game. Training to work as an ER nurse had been difficult but rewarding. At first, only months after the breakup, she had a hard time but her philosophy of “working so hard you are too tired at the end of the day to think about how you lost the love of your life” had done her good for a while. 

But, she had started to slowly fray at the edges. Sleeping just enough to sustain her but not enough to make her feel rejuvenated. Eating small meals to get her through the day but not enough to feel full. She thought she could get through it.

It wasn’t until she had a 22 year old that had gotten into a racing accident that she really realized how bad she had been feeling. All of the feelings she had been pushing down immediately came charging back up when she saw a tanned boy with curly brown hair. As she helped give him the medical care he needed, she kept reminding herself of the same thing, it's not Lando, Lando is okay, it's not Lando, Lando is fine. It wasn’t until she had tipped a cart full of sterilized tools over that she realized how much she was shaking. One of her coworkers, another nurse on her floor, had to drag her away while she insisted she was fine. She continued on, or at least tried to, until she had made a few too many minor mistakes and was forced to go home. 

Walking into her flat, she made it just a few steps before she broke down. Exhaustion took over and she was unable to even get up after she cried herself to sleep right on the rug. Hours later she had finally gotten the energy to shower and then rot in bed. After what felt like eternity of  staring at the ceiling, she grabbed her phone, hovering over the call button on Lando’s contact that she had been so unable to block, much less delete, over the past two years. 

At what felt like rock bottom though, why not start digging some more?

Pressing the call button, she started to panic, wondering what she would say, till she finally heard his voice for the first time in years. “Hey, this is Lando, pretty busy at the moment, leave a message at the beep!” Voicemail. She had gained confidence for the first time in years and she was sent straight to voicemail. 

It was loud in the club Lando was in. He had started off the night with friends at a nice restaurant and after enough drinks had been passed around, drinks that he declined, they ended up at the club they currently were in. Most of his company was off with their significant others, or dancing with people he just met, while Lando was sitting and talking to a woman who had confidently approached him earlier.

He didn’t feel the phone vibrating in his back pocket when he had his arm around her as they made small conversation. It wasn’t until he started to get nauseous from the smell of alcohol everywhere that he went to the bathroom to check his phone, seeing he had missed a call from the person he thought about the most, even after years apart. 

Since the breakup, Lando had been a mess. It wasn’t his idea to break up. They had issues that they definitely needed to fix, issues they should have talked through instead of letting them snowball for so long, but it shouldn’t have ended the way it did. The minute they hung up those years ago he wanted to call her right back- no, he wanted to book a fight and see her immediately. 

Maybe it was the hope that had ignited in him for the first time in forever, maybe it was the second hand intoxication from being in a club full of drunk people, but Lando pressed call back, praying to hear her voice.

She had had enough time to realize that calling him years after she broke up with him was a stupid decision to make, so of course after it got declined she turned her phone off for the night. She didn’t have anyone else who would contact her anyway.

Because of this, she missed the first call Lando made, then the next seven. It was like an addiction he quickly picked up. After that sliver of hope came back, he couldn’t stop the thoughts that crept in. 

He thought it might have been a mistake on her end, she did ignore the rest of his calls- scratch that, the line was immediately cut the moment he tried to call back. 

But the little voice in his head kept saying ‘try again, maybe she will pick up, maybe there is hope’.

He didn’t sleep the rest of the night. He didn’t sleep the most of the next night either, not till he gave into the voice in his head and bought a plane ticket. 

As Lando sat on the flight, his mind ran through some of his favorite memories over their relationship, then, once those ran out, he imagined what it would be like when he showed up on her doorstep once more. He’d have a lot to explain, like why he was suddenly on her doorstep of her new apartment he had no actual reason to know the address to, something he was given by a good mutual friend who was very tired about hearing both sides moaning about how single they were.

It was all a blur as he landed and swiftly ran through the airport. He hadn’t packed more than an overnight backpack, deciding if this went horribly he would immediately go home to mop around, and if it went amazing he’d figure something out.

Standing in front of her doorstep now, he quickly knocked before he lost all remaining confidence. 

“Lando? What the fuck?” Was all she was able to get out. She would have felt insecure about how disheveled she looked if the man standing in front of her didn’t also look just as terrible. 

“I know, I know. This makes no sense, I have no reason to be here, and it's weird that I know your address.” He replied, correctly guessing every question she had but not giving a single answer to any of them. 

“At least you are self aware.”

“I had to see you, it was genuinely ruining my life. After you called and I missed it, I tried calling back for hours. I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t sleep because all I could think about was why you called. If you had needed help, if it was a buttdial, or if you finally wanted to speak to me as much as I needed to speak to you after these few years. It's so strange feeling so many feelings for someone you broke up with too long ago to still be in love with. That relationship- our relationship was so far from perfect, long distance was too hard for either of us so instead we just phoned it in and stopped trying. But I just really miss you and I really want to make this work.”

This was crazy, both of them realized. Crazy of him to travel to another country after missing one phone call, crazy to have hope after years of silence on both ends, crazy to think that they could mend a relationship they both had let fall apart without giving it a fighting chance. But this was that fighting chance, this was the moment that could make or break them.

But she didn’t have anything to say, she couldn’t think of anything to say. So, when she pulled him by the collar and kissed him harder than he had ever been kissed, she hoped that he got her message.

It would be a long road to recovery, but it would be worth it.

Tagging: @eviethetheatrefreak, @96jnie, @youreverydayfangirl, @jxnellat, @eringaitskill, @slytherinholland

[aajxs]

BUT WE'RE TOO DAMN SOBER (FOR MISTAKES LIKE THIS) RIN ITOSHI

⚽ : ̗̀➛ rin itoshi has been your best friend for years and you're both adamant on keeping it that way, even with the undeniable tension that constantly lingers whenever you're together. it's not long until the rope snaps and you're unable to resist anymore.

CONTENTS // friends to ? / aged up characters / mentions of reader having past relationships / no confessions / pining / mentions of pro!rin but it's not rlly important / "platonic" cuddling / prob ooc rin / nsfw 18+ / inexperienced rin but he gets the hang of it / mentions of m!masturbation / rin is kind of a perv / oral (f! receiving) / fingering / half assed smut, I got lazy / unedited // 4.3k

PAIRINGS // rin itoshi x fem!reader

A/N // so basically this came out of buttfuck nowhere! i hope y'all enjoy tho bc this man is giving me actual brainrot 😭🙏🏽 also im sorry if the smut is hot dogshit im rusty lmao

I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO. . . MISTAKES LIKE THIS BY PRELOW . . .WHILE READING

// MASTERLIST .

RIN ITOSHI would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your presence. You with your wide grins and outgoing personality, it's almost like you were moulded by the sun itself the way you shine so brightly. He thinks you bring out that little bit of light in him. You're the only person that really, truly, can.

You used to think that Rin didn't like you. It might've been the constant sneer on his (unbelievably pretty) face, or maybe the dead gaze that he always stared at you with. You eventually came to the conclusion that he's just bad at communicating emotions that aren't anger, jealousy, or pride.

You can barely remember how you became friends in the first place, really. You remember meeting in highschool when his determination to beat his older brother came before everything else.

Rin was popular for nearly all the wrong reasons. He was notorious for his position as captain of the boys soccer team, but was more known as aloof, mean, and haughty all in one. He thought he was better than the rest of the world, and you were determined to change that.

You've always been good at getting people to notice you, so catching his attention wasn't the hard part. It was getting him to hold a conversation with you. It's not like he was nervous, he just didn't like you much at first. You were too popular and too happy and you were a distraction. Rin Itoshi didn't need friends, much less distractions. His eyes were set strictly on his goals, and he would make all of them come true.

So why were you so insistent on being a part of his life, and completely altering the plan that he had so carefully made? Rin ignored you for awhile. Maybe if he didn't acknowledge you, then you'd go away.

But it was so hard to not pay attention to you. It still is hard to keep himself from letting his thoughts wander to you throughout the day.

It started with little things like greetings in the halls that he brushed off. Then you began sitting with him at lunch rather than with your group of yes-men. Your conversation was mostly one sided, just you rambling on and on about your day as if he was listening.

(He's always listening, but he'd never admit that)

It didn't take long for him to start responding to your advances to be his friend. You greeted him in the hallway? He looked at you and pursed his lips. It wasn't much, but it was a start. When you'd sit with him at lunch, he'd give you reactions whenever you said something that caught his attention. He rarely replied, and when he did it was usually something cocky or disregarding.

Soon enough you were a constant in his life. Your peers thought you might be a bit crazy for even interacting with the notoriously aloof and mean Rin Itoshi, but you never cared about their opinions. Rin was different with you than he was them. It didn't take common sense to know that you had charmed him, and the two of you were becoming friends.

And now, many years later, you're even closer than before. You're practically joined at the hip at this point, in your eyes. You get to see a side of Rin that you don't think he's ever showed anyone before, and you're extremely grateful for the confidence you had to force him into a friendship with you.

You're polar opposites, but it's like you were made for each other. Crafted by completely separate hands, yet somehow managed to be put on display directly next to each other.

You make sure that people know of your friendship. From the way you scream his name louder than anybody else at his games to the way you brag endlessly about your best friend. Some people might even assume that you're a couple with the way you flaunt him, but it's not like he's any better.

"Hey Rin, are you going to the celebration dinner?" His teammates would ask, and he'd just stare at them for a few moments. "Nah, I've got plans with-"

"Wait! Let me guess, that hot girl you always have plans with?" A different teammate would cut him off with a knowing grin, and Rin could only purse his lips because they're spot on.

Not to mention you and Rin practically watched each other grow up. You met when you were sophomores in highschool, and now your full grown adults with jobs.

Rin was there for you through each and every failed relationship, helping you when nobody else could possibly imagine the feelings you were going through. And you were there for Rin when his expectations for himself became a bit too much. It was an unspoken agreement to always be there for one another. Being best friends came with a lot of those 'unspoken agreements.'

Like not acknowledging the tension when you come a little too close to each other, or when your knees accidentally touch under the table and neither of you move, or when your hands brush together while you're walking side by side.

Like right now, when you're playing with his tussled hair after a particularly rough game. His strong arms are tightly wrapped around your waist, and his uniform is still on. The only thing he's taken off are his cleats, but it's not like that stopped him from getting turf that got stuck in his shoes on your couch. He smells like musk and dirt and the field, yet you can only focus on the head resting tiredly on your breasts and the anger radiating off of him as his grip tightens every once and awhile. You take a moment to acknowledge the weight of him and the way he's not even trying to keep from crushing you under his tired body.

The game was only won due to a lucky shot by Rin, and he's probably thinking about how useless his teammates were in those final few minutes right about now. He's done that quite a lot since he went pro.

You decided that you'd just order in to your shared home. It's not really where you live, but you stay over enough for it to be your house too (not to mention you picked out each and every piece of furniture in the house and the house itself, but nobody really has to know that).

"Rin," You start, catching his attention with the sound of your velvety voice. He has always thought his name sounded better when you said it, and right about now it's music to his ears. "I'm not gonna lie, you stink. Go shower and you can hug me all you want when you're done."

He looks up at you, an indiscernible emotion in his aquamarine eyes as he gazes longingly at you. You raise a brow, and he only keeps staring. Rin doesn't tell you often, but he thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

He's too busy staring at you that he doesn't even realize your hands have left his hair and you're now trying to shove him off of you. A small frown makes its way onto his face as he saves you the energy, getting up.

"What did you order?" He monotonously asks as he stretches, a small groan leaving his pink lips as he opts for sitting on the couch rather than laying on you. His shirt rides up ever so slightly and you can't help but glance down at the little peek you get of his v-line.

You avert your gaze and look back at his face, only to see him already staring back at you. You don't acknowledge the fact that he definitely saw you looking.

"I haven't ordered anything yet. What do you want?" You ask as you curl your legs towards your chest. Rin stares at you with hazy half-lidded eyes, and you can only stare back, awaiting his answer.

"I was thinking sushi." He says after a few moments, "But you can order whatever. I'll be in the shower." He quickly adds before getting up, leisurely walking towards the bathroom.

You take a quick moment to admire him as he walks away, silently eyeing him as he turns a corner and enters the hallway leading to his bathroom. You exhale slowly before unlocking your phone and calling in at your favorite restaurant to order some food.

When you hear the water start, you have to completely turn off your imagination because you really don't want to think about your best friend showering right now.

You definitely don't want to think about the toned muscles on his body that you never get to see. If you're being honest, if you didn't value your friendship with Rin, you probably would have asked him out already.

It sounds laughable that he would even give you a chance, but even a blind person could see the thick rope of tension between the two of you. You and Rin choose to ignore it for the sake of your friendship, but sometimes you wonder if ruining what you worked so hard to build might be the right thing to do. Who knows? Maybe Rin might feel the same way you do.

But that's just the problem, Rin doesn't have a crush on you. Not even close. At least that's what he tells himself when his hands wander between his legs at night and all he can imagine is you. Maybe it's more than a crush, but neither of you will ever know because he surely won't be acknowledging it and he will never tell you of it. Because the last thing Rin Itoshi will ever do is speak of his feelings for you because maybe if he simply never acknowledges them then they'll go away.

More importantly, it's not like you'd ever like him back anyways. Sure there are moments where he thinks his feelings could be returned, but with the way you hop between relationship after relationship, he doesn't think you'd be able to settle down with him.

Oh, how wrong you both are.

A good ten minutes pass when you finally hear the water shut off. Usually his showers take less than seven, but you don't think much of it. He must've just been extra sluggish today. You rise from the couch with a small sigh, standing above the spot Rin once sat in. You brush bits of turf off the soft couch, absentmindedly cursing Rin for always getting stuff dirty after matches.

"What'd I do?" He says from a few feet away, immediately catching your attention with his thick voice. You slightly jump at his sudden appearance, quickly turning to face him.

"You need to stop getting dirt all over the couch. It's gross and sucks to clean." You frown at your friend as you take him in. His dark hair is wetly sticking to his forehead and his fresh white T-shirt and grey sweatpants are tight in all the right places. Curse him for being so attractive.

Rin begins walking towards you, and you raise a brow. "Sorry, I'll remember that next time." He says as he rubs his tired eyes before sliding past you, placing a large hand on your hip as he does so. You hope he doesn't notice the way you shudder at the small gesture.

He lays down on the couch and you huff as you plop down on top of him. He lets out a small groan, and you laugh softly. You're in the same position you were just ten minutes ago, this time reversed. Your head is resting on his strong chest and your arms are around his neck rather than tightly wrapped around his torso.

You adjust your head so you're looking up at him. Rin is practically hugging you, strong arms locked around your body. You remember the days when Rin avoided your touch like the plague, but now he practically craves it.

"When's the food gonna get here?" He asks tiredly, eyes half lidded. You stare at him through your lashes.

"I would check, but you're laying on top of my phone." You nuzzle your face further into his body, getting a bit more comfortable. You don't question why his heart is racing, practically beating out of chest.

"And you're laying on top of me, so it looks like we're both at a loss here." He hugs you the slightest bit tighter. It doesn't seem like he wants you off anytime soon.

"That's okay, I'll get up when it gets here." You smile as you take in his face. You think you could stare at Rins perfectly moulded face forever. His sharp jawline, the curve of his nose, eyelashes you'd die for, the prettiest turquoise eyes.

You're mere inches away from the most exquisite sculpture with every detail perfected from the miniscule to the perceptible. If not a masterpiece chiseled by skilled hands, then what is Rin Itoshi but an angel sent straight from the skies above?

Rin stops hugging you, his hands trailing down your back and softly gripping your waist. You pull one hand from behind his head and begin tracing his thick bicep.

At the rate his heart is going you think he might go into cardiac arrest. You take your other hand and gently place it over his heart, smirking to yourself as you feel it speed up. It's taking everything in Rin to keep his hands from wandering. It always does when you're in positions like this. You must think he's being friendly, but he'll never admit that he just likes the feeling of your body on his. Other best friends do this type of stuff too, don't they? You can't be the only ones.

Rins hand moves ever so slightly, his pinky finger resting slightly under the waistband of your shorts. You flinch, your gaze flitting to his. He just stares at you, an unintelligible look in his eyes.

His hand moves again, sliding further into your shorts. You push yourself slightly off his chest just as your breath hitches, and he pauses. "What?" His lips twitch, as if holding back a dirty grin.

"You know what you're doing." You say breathily. Rins hand moves the slightest bit more, and your eyes widen. A warning, telling him that he should stop. But do you want him to stop?

He props himself up with an elbow. You sit on his abdomen, and heat shoots through your body where his hand lingers near your behind. His name softly leaves your lips, a silent plea. For what, you're unsure, but you can't deny that what you're feeling right now is returned.

With one look you're able to discern the emotions that you both have kept stowed away for so long. Hidden beneath subtle, second-too-long touches and friendly looks that should be reserved for lovers.

Lovers. You think that's what you want to be with Rin.

You don't think as your lips sloppily slot themselves on dhis. You can feel the smile that forms as he kisses you. Your lips move in synchrony, practically made for each other.

You're restless, unable to keep your hands from wandering as they run up his clothed chest and pull at his damp hair. You involuntarily grind your hips into his torso as his tongue slips into your mouth.

And then you begin thinking again. You rush to pull away from him, scrambling to get your lips off his. His hands swiftly make their way to your waist, keeping you on top of him as he follows your head as it backs away from his own.

"Rin we can't-" You stammer, "We shouldn't-" Your hands are still in his hair, the only thing keeping his lips from yours.

"We really shouldn't," He says lowly, staring at you with desperation evident in his eyes, "But you want this too right? You want me too?"

More than you'll ever know, you don't say as your lips connect with his once again. This time it's sloppier than the first, less controlled and full of much more need. You're hands are everywhere this time.

Up his shirt and running across his toned body. His hands are everywhere too. They're trailing up and down your bare back, as if unable to figure out where to put them.

You break away from the kiss and Rin takes the opportunity to pull your shirt above your head, leaving you close enough to bare in front of him. You tug his shirt over his head and take no more than a second to attack his jugular. He gasps as you lick and suck and bite at his throat.

"What're you? A fuckin' v-vampire?" He breathes shakily. You hum into his skin, sending a vibration through his body. Rins hands make their way to your breasts, cursing lowly as he savors the feeling of your tits in his large hands.

His thumbs run over your hardened nipples, causing you to sharply exhale into his skin. Rin has never gone farther than hand holding. So this? Touching you? It's all a whole different level for him.

(Not that he's complaining, Rin can officially die happy now that he knows what your lips feel like.)

Suddenly you're tired of sucking on his skin and you rush to put your lips back on his. You're not yet used to the foreign feeling, but you think you could get used to it.

Your hips roll in a way that makes him silently gasp, and you use the opening of his lips to insert your tongue. Rin can feel his oxygen slowly depleting from the intensity of your mouth on his, nearing breathlessness. That fact doesn't stop him from cupping your face and shoving you further into himself.

Rin can feel your hands wandering from his hair to his thick, muscle filled arms and then further down his body. You trace every indent of his toned abs, nearing the prominent v-line. Any closer and Rin might ruin his sweats.

You're the first to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you to him. Rin thinks the couch in his home is probably the worst place to have you, but he doesn't have the patience to carry you all the way upstairs into his bed. He takes no time tightly gripping your hips and flipping you over on the soft couch.

His warm mouth trails down your jaw, kissing down your throat and skimming over your collarbone before continuing down your chest. He barely pecks your sensitive nipples, and when you bite your lip to hold back a small moan he looks at you through long lashes.

"I want to hear you. Don't cover up." He says into your skin, sending a vibration through your body as he continues down your chest and onto your abdomen. He lingers there, kissing the supple skin before his big hands land on your shorts.

Rin looks at you, a silent request to continue. You nod, letting out this smallest "Please?" as you gaze at your best friend. After this you aren't sure if you'll ever be able to call him that again. Your eyes are dark with lust and desperation, and with a face and voice as beautiful as yours, Rin doesn't think anyone could ever think of resisting your plea.

He makes quick work of your shorts, tugging them down your legs and past your ankles, flinging them across the room.

"If we do this, tell me you won't regret it." He says as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your cotton undergarments. His words hit you somewhere deep down. Why would he think you'd regret him?

You look him straight in the eyes as you say, "I won't. I don't think I could ever regret anything about you." And with that, he places a sweet kiss on your pelvic region before touching the damp spot on your panties.

A small whine leaves your lips and you go to close your legs, but Rin stops you by practically tearing your underwear off your body. You gasp when the crip air hits you bare. He hooks strong arms around your thighs and places them over his shoulders. And then, he gives his full and undivided attention to the oozing mess in front of him. Heat shoots towards his agonizingly hard dick, and if he's not lucky he might not last another five minutes.

"I've never gone this far before, so tell me if I'm doing something wrong." His gaze flits to you before he drags his middle finger down your slit. You suck in a breath, and you can almost make out the small smile he gives himself before inserting the same finger into your pussy.

A low hum from the back of your throat turns into a quiet moan. After a few simple strokes of his finger he inserts a second, causing you to let out a slightly louder whimper.

And then his thumb makes its way to the bud full of all the pleasure you could need, and he rubs it in soft circles at the same pace of his fingers. You want to ask if he was being honest moments ago when he told you he's never gone this far.

Now with the addition of the second finger and the circles he's rubbing on your clit, the moans he's eliciting from you are constant. Low sounds that are like music to his sharp ears leave your plump lips. "D-don't be shy Rin, I can take whatever you give me." You stammer, and he exhales sharply.

Rin isn't sure how exactly to react to your words, but he takes it upon himself to quicken his slow pace. The faster he goes, the louder you get, and when he settles on a volume he likes he stays at that speed.

A bunch of curses and chants of his name leave your lips as he fucks into you with his fingers. Your hips roll and your body stirs with restlessness. Rin doesn't think he's seen anything more breathtaking, and the praises he sends towards you make you feel like something worth worshipping.

"You're so beautiful," He says breathlessly. Any time you try to properly reply he hits that familiar, particularly gummy spot inside you and a lewd string of moans leaves your open lips.

You can feel that familiar knot making its way into your stomach, building and building until it finally snaps with a cry of his name. Your warm juices squelch around him as they begin leaking out of your pussy, and he grins cockily. You've only ever seen such a determined, fired up look when he's on the field, and seeing it up close is enough to get you just as excited.

He slips his fingers out and tries to find a place to wipe them, but settles on licking his fingers clean. He was going to taste you sooner or later anyways. He's trying so inexplicably hard to not let out a groan at the taste of you.

"So fucking sweet," Rin says, more to himself, as he wastes no time placing his warm lips on your still sensitive pussy, licking a stripe down your folds. The moan you let slip is the same volume as the one you let out when you came, loud. He prods at your entrance with his tongue and places his thumb back on your clit. You hazily think there's no way Rin has never had sex before.

And then when he starts devouring you whole, you don't think you're complaining. He's sloppy and is eating you like a man starved, pumping his tongue in and out of your hole and gathering your juices in his mouth.

A chainlink of moans leave your pretty mouth, a sound Rin could definitely get used to. Especially when they're sweet chants of his name. Not the kind he usually gets after a good play on the field, but the kind that leaves his own knees wobbling.

Your thighs tighten around his head and he's practically trapped between your legs. You've always wondered what that mouth of his could do, now you know. Rin hums into your pussy, sending a vibration throughout your entire overly sensitive body.

His tongue leaves your cunt and he adds a few fingers to the mix, pushing them inside you. He peppers the inside of your thighs with kisses before returning his attention to your hole. You don't see the look on his face, but you know for a fact that it's curious as he softly takes your clit between his teeth. This elicits a loud moan from you, and neither of you can tell if it's one of pain or pleasure. When his head shoots up and his turquoise eyes flit to yours, as if asking if what he did was right or wrong.

The bottom half of his face is glossed over with your arousal, bits of your slick running down is chin. You think he looks good like this, damp hair tousled on his head and lips shiny with a mix of your wetness and his own saliva.

You shove his head back between your legs in an instant. Rin gets straight back to work, and it's not long before your legs are shaking and your moans are growing louder.

"Fuuuck- I'm g'na ah- cum," You manage to say between moans. You bury your head further into the couch when Rin hits that same extra gummy spot with his long fingers. Your vision goes white and a loud curse leaves your lips as the band in your stomach snaps violently. Rin slurps down every bit of liquid that sprays out of your pussy.

Rin wipes his mouth as he pulls away, but the doorbell ringing makes him pause. You're immediately brought out of your aroused haze and you lock eyes with Rin. Your eyes meet, and the canvas of his face has shock drawn all over it.

You both completely forgot about the food you ordered.

The realization of what just happened, what you both just did, hits the two of you like a full speed car. The look you share is full of something unspoken, but you both rush off the couch to find your clothes.

You share another look, and you speak first. "We'll talk later..?" You offer, and Rin blinks. Needless to say, you're going to need a new couch for the very long talk you're about to have with your 'best friend.'

© AAJXS

[earthchica]

darling - part one

joel miller x black f! reader

part one + masterlist

summary: you unexpectedly fall for your friend, joel despite being in an 'fwb' relationship with him

warning: explicit smut, fwb, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral sex, rough, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, slight daddy kink, ass spanking, pet names, & more.

a/n: this is my third Joel Miller fic but it's a mini-series now. I hope you enjoy it and there may be some errors. also, this is a first-person POV.

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Taking my friend’s advice had to be the best thing I have ever done in this apocalyptic world.

I had been looking for someone to have fun with and relieve my sexual frustration.

They suggested Joel Miller. I was heist at first because Joel and I have been good friends for as long as I can remember.

Plus, I thought it would be weird but I was so wrong. We both needed some sexual relief, which eventually became an ongoing thing.

Sex with Joel was….I've never had a man make me beg for it, make me want it more each day, make me orgasm so many times.

Joel was a man who knew how to fuck, make me shake to the core, and explore my whole body without even touching me.

His whole being was sensual and dominant, I was in love with it, I was in love with him.

No, I can't! I was cut out of my thoughts when I heard a knock at my door.

Lately, I've been trying to make sure…I look good even though it was just Joel.

I looked at myself one more time in the mirror and decided to keep my locs down.

I rolled my eyes at myself and took a deep breath. I went to open the door, and there he stood tall and strong.

His hair was much longer and a lot greyer. His brown eyes screamed lust and want.

I bite my lip, and can’t help looking him up and down. It looks like he just got off from patrol and came straight here.

His lustful, brown eyes met mine again, surprisingly he was doing the same thing I was doing to him.

"Like what you see, daddy?" I asked with a grin, moving out of the way to let him in, and when I closed the door and turned towards him.

He pushed me against the wall by the door and smashed his lips into mine.

I moan into him, running my fingers through his hair. I giggled as he began kissing the exposed skin showing from the robe.

He pulls away, looking at me with something else in his eyes that I had never seen before.

Was that love? No, I shouldn't be ridiculous.

I pushed him back to unravel the robe and let it slowly drop to my feet, revealing the lingerie I made for him.

I was able to find some fabric and already had a sweep machine to make it.

"Darling, you look so sexy. Is this all for me?" Joel asked, looking down at my body with so much desire.

"Yes, I made it just for you" I answered, walking over to him, and kissing him on the lips.

Before grabbing the collar of his shirt, and pulling him towards my bedroom.

I kissed him again, relishing the feeling of his lips connected with mine.

His lips were always so soft and sweet when we kissed, when I pulled away, he kissed me again.

I pulled away, bringing him down towards the bed as his hands started softly caressing my body.

"Mmm, baby you're already wet for me?" Joel asked, rubbing through my panties, making me moan with pleasure.

"Please Joel"

"Please who?" He asked. I looked into his eyes which were much darker than before.

"Please eat my pussy, Daddy" I moaned, which made him smirk and rip my panties off.

"Joel?!" I gasped.

"Sorry," He growls before plunging his tongue between my wet folds, seeking out my most sensitive spots.

His lips capture my clit and he sucks it into his mouth, alternating between flicks with the tip of his tongue and light nibbles with his teeth.

"AHHH OH DADDY!" I moaned, gripping his hair while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Joel muffled in my pussy, sliding in one finger, then two, crooking them to massage my g-spot.

He was truly fingering and eating' this kitty kat as if it was the last official meal of his life.

I mean his tongue flicked hungrily over my clit, the way his mouth just worked so hard to make cum squirt.

"Shit, daddy. Oh my goodness, I can't. I'm shaking already, I can't take that tongue anymore." I cried.

Joel pulled his fingers out of me and concentrated on licking my swollen, sensitive clit. "Yes, you can, baby. You're doing so well, you got it, "he says. I could feel my body tense.

I knew I was close, I clutched onto Joel's head as I felt my orgasm rise.

"Oh my gosh, I'm gonna fucking-" I exploded on his lips.

"Mmm, baby you taste so good," Joel said with a smirk while my juices were all over his face.

I gigged at him while trying to catch my damn breath. I took another breath before switching places with him.

I unbelt his jeans and took them down with his underwear, started stroking his thickness a little bit.

I took his throbbing dick deep in my throat, and he held locs back with both hands.

"Oh, Y/N baby! Fuck, you always know how to suck Daddy's dick" Joel moaned.

I moaned and started bobbing up and down his shift heavily with my hand stroking him, making myself gag in the process.

"So fucking good, baby," Joel says, starting fucking my face now, making a slow, light thrust into my mouth.

I was moaning and enjoying every minute of it, simply because his dick tasted so heavenly in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck baby I think I'm-" He cum hard in my mouth, and I quickly popped him out of my mouth. He whined and looked at me with a face.

"I need you inside of me now," I said with a giggle, lying down on the bed.

"You're gonna be the death of me," Joel says, not moving a muscle, still trying to calm the rise of high down.

He took a deep breath before getting on top of me and trailing open-mouthed kisses along my neck.

Joel paused to suck a hickey into my soft brown skin. When he reaches my lips, he draws me into a passionate kiss.

His cock rubs against my folds, not daring to enter, but just rubbing and teasing.

Joel slowly slides into my wet pussy which makes both of us moan at the same time.

He then wraps my legs around his waist and starts thrusting slowly while licking and kissing at my neck.

"Oh please Daddy goes faster" I whispered in Joel's ear and he immediately started pounding, moving away a little bit to grip my waist.

My hands moved to grip his strong, toned arms, gasping, enjoying every minute of his swollen dick pounding inside my soaked wet pussy.

I started rubbing my clit to feel another orgasm rising. "Oh Joel, it feels so good."

"I won't stop baby fuck, Y/N. So fucking tight, it feels so fucking good" Joel groaned.

He grabs my leg to put on his shoulder and then comes down to my face to wrap his hand around my neck.

"Love it, baby? Love this dick, don't you?" He asked, looking deeply into my eyes while he was balls deep into my pussy.

"I love it, oh fuck! Love this dick, Joel" I moaned with a nod. He grins, and pulls me into a kiss, letting go of his grip around my neck.

He pulls up and flips me to be face pressed into the mattress with my ass in the air.

I moaned, feeling a few slaps to my ass before he thrusted back in with his hand squeezed into my cheeks, fingertips kneading into the soft dough of my ass.

"I've been craving for this pussy all day, baby," He says, slapping my ass again.

His balls were hard and heavy as they slapped my cunt, persistently hitting my clit from behind.

My thighs smacked against his to pound in and out of me, bringing a moan rising from my throat.

I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to last with the way he was fucking me but I knew for sure I'll be a mess after he was done.

"Yes, Joel! Oh fuck" I moaned, feeling myself getting closer already. I feel like I'm gonna pass out from the intense feeling.

The blissful wave of pleasure doused my body.

"So good, huh darling?!" Joel brought me up to kiss me, while his right hand gripped my breast as the other hand played with my clit.

"Joel, it feels so good. I'm gonna cum" I moaned looking deep into his eyes as he trusted even harder before.

"That's it, my darling, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N." I could feel my walls clench around him.

My orgasm approaches his words, with another swift pinch to my clit with his fingers.

I screamed his name as he rode out his orgasm, bucking his hips forward, trying to get as much out of me as he could.

Joel pulled out and rested his dick against my ass as his hot cum came shooting out.

I drop down on the bed, and he follows, trying to catch his breath. I prop my arm to look at him.

His chest was jolting with glistening sweat while he had this cute, satisfied expression.

Joel clears his throat, slowly gets up to gather his clothes, and puts them back on.

My thoughts from early on…came crashing back to me like a bus as I wrapped a different robe around my waist.

I broke the number one rule; no catching feelings but honestly, I knew I was in trouble when I started this thing with him.

The feelings were already there and bringing sex into the mix. They grew bigger and bigger and I didn't know what to do.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Joel asked, cutting out of my thoughts and I turned to him confused.

"Uh yeah, why wouldn't I be? I'm amazing," I asked with a slight laugh, fiddling with my hands.

"Oh…I don't know because you fiddle with your hands when you're anxious." He explains.

I tried to stop but I couldn't.

"Was it me, was I too rough?" He asked with a look of concern, sitting next to me.

"What? No, No. You were great, Joel you know I like it rough" I assured him, playfully hitting him on the leg.

"Then what is it? You know, you can tell me anything, darling!" He says, taking hold of my hand.

I look down at his hand over mine.

"It's nothing, I swear," I said with a fake smile. Joel knew I was lying but he wasn't gonna push me.

"Okay, well…I should get going then. I gotta go check on Ellie" He says, rising from the bed and I nod, walking him to the front door.

"See ya later?" He asked with a smile.

I returned with a smile, "See ya later, Joel"

[the-masked-ram]

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Sweet and Sour- Ren Kaji x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Your the new girl in the city. You are tough, sassy, but don't know a lick about the gangs, and if your honest you couldn't care less. But something about Ren Kaji catches your eye. He may snap and bark like a feral dog, but you can see through it and he knows it too. Slowly, you become his sanctuary even though you are the one person he's most afraid won't accept him. And he thought he was past all that. (NSFW) 5.00 for full installment

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Where Hiei learns the ins and out of human courtship. (NSFW)

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Flawed Hope- Astarion x OC (BG3)

Brit was a paralegal, someone who had a normal life and enjoyed what she did for the most part. Yet, the only true excitement she felt lately was when she played Baldur's Gate Three. A simple video game brought her more joy than her friends or fleeting romances. One night as depression crushes her she wishes to live one day in BG3. Her wish is granted, however the world of BG3 needs her far longer than her wish had originally intended. And the worst part? She does not get along with her favorite vampire in the slightest. (NSFW)

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You are game developer about to make their debut into the market. The world you are about to venture into isn't exactly friendly to those of the feminine persuasion and as such you have flown under the radar using a masculine alias online. After a complete mental break down at a very important convention in Zuzu you realize you need to get away from the city for a bit so you can finish your game. Your best friend who runs a farm in Stardew Valley invites you to come stay with her. However as you stay there and get to know the locals, you realize the cute boy you saw at the con is her neighbor. What's even worse is he remembers you and just to add salt to the wound, he's one of your Kickstarters. (NSFW) WC: 0/3000

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The Unseen and Those Forgotten- Dabi x Fem Reader (BNHA)

The age of the Greek gods is long past. Dabi is one of the few left, his name in the ancient days had been Hades. Now he skulks among the humans, as a deity at half strength. With the old gods dying, the new ones have taken control of the humans’ feeble minds. There is a storm on the horizon though, quite literally, the end of days is nipping at mortality’s heels and the key to unlocking Kronos’s resting place, the only creature strong enough to put a stop to the apocalypse, is you. Sadly you have no idea what part you will play, after all, you are just an office worker who has an affinity for plants.... WC: 0/2000

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The world now is riddled with the phenomenon known as soulmates. You don't know yours but before you can even think about finding them, you must get rid of your growing feelings for Satoru Gojo, the only problem is they've grown suffocating and you've started coughing up blood and flower petals. (NSFW) WC: 3098/8000

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[lowkeychenle]

the hardest part [ZCL] (M) fic teaser

Description: You, Chenle, and Jay have been best friends since before you could even remember. After moving away to pursue your dreams, you don't talk to them as often as you should. One day, you get a call notifying you of Jay's passing. When you go back to your hometown, you find everything is different except for one person--Chenle.

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst (please see content warnings)

Content Warnings: death of a close friend, survivor's guilt, lots of what-if scenarios, navigating life without someone you've always had around, mental break downs, panic attacks (not vividly described AS panic attacks), two people coming together to heal from grief, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex, oral sex, mentions of sex, etc. although it's not super crazy so do with that what you will)

Release Date: 6.5.2024

Expected Word Count: 15-20k (maybe less?)

Teaser Word Count: 796

Taglist: Open!! Please let me know if you'd like to be added.

Permanent Taglist: @sunnybutcloudy @neozon3nha @waffleuvs

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!reader (featuring OC by the name of Jay)

Juliet's Masterlist | Tell me what you think? :)

When nightfall comes, you and Chenle go to your separate rooms. He bids you goodnight, and you close your door. You sit on the edge of the bed and take in the room around you. Everything has changed immensely since the last time you were in your hometown. Your best friend bought a house, and you’d barely even thought or heard about it. Pride in him surges through you, but for a moment, you think it may be misplaced.

You don’t deserve to be proud of someone you’ve failed to talk to as often as you should have. Losing Jay has torn your world apart, and you still don’t truly believe it. You change into your tank top and shorts, and then grab your toothbrush and toothpaste from your bag.

You’re on your way to the bathroom when you find Chenle in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and bringing a glass of water up to his lips. He gives you a tired nod.

“You’re still up?”

“Sleep on a day like this?” He lets out a sarcastic laugh. “I’ll probably have some crazy ass dream or something.”

You forget your adventure to his bathroom and approach the kitchen island. Without a word between the two of you, he goes into the cupboard to get you a cup as well. He fills it with water and slides it across the countertop.

“Thanks,” you say.

He nods once and crosses his arms over his chest. “How’s life going, though? Current events aside.”

“Life is a constant revolving door of work,” you tell him. “Working my way up the corporate ladder and all that bullshit they spew.”

“You look good. As long as you’re getting all the things you wanted, I’m good, too.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back.

“Kind of debating if it was worth it at this point.” You sigh. “I’m proud of you, by the way. Buying a house on your own is a big deal.”

“Family business money.”

“You work. You earned it.”

“I guess that’s true. Thanks.” He pauses. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think I’d be okay if you weren’t.”

“Like I’d ever leave you to deal with something like this alone.” You tap your fingers against the granite, admiring the swirls of color deep in the design.

“Regardless, I needed you.” Chenle gulps, glancing at his feet. “I still do. Now more than ever with Jay gone.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t come?” you ask.

He wets his lips and takes the bottom one between his teeth. “It’s not that I thought that, necessarily, but I did wonder if you were. I didn’t hear from you, so I kind of just hoped.”

Guilt takes another stab at your heart. “Chenle, I—”

“Don’t apologize again,” he replies sternly. “Life is life. There’s no way any of us could’ve predicted this, okay? Sometimes, shit happens. Not being around a lot isn’t the end of the world.”

“It was for Jay.”

“You were not the end of the world. You didn’t kill him, for fuck’s sake. There’s nothing any of us could’ve done. And reminiscing on it like this and placing unplaceable blame on ourselves is going to make things harder.” He sets his cup in the sink.

“I know. I know that, but for some reason, my head keeps—”

“Let’s watch a movie,” he offers. “Maybe it’ll distract you a little bit.”

You agree, and go into the bathroom to brush your teeth before you follow him into his room. It’s so innately Chenle in there, you immediately feel relaxed. Some things never change, and you’re glad he’s one of those things.

“Sorry, I don’t have a TV in the living room,” he says as he pulls his covers back.

“Just roll me off if I fall asleep,” you reply, climbing onto the untouched side.

Eventually, he’s next to you, and you rest your head on his chest while he finds something to watch. He selects some random comedy movie and then shuffles to put his arm around you.

His scent is familiar, too. The world calms around you when you’re with Chenle. One out of two of your safe places has left the Earth, but luckily for you, Chenle is more than ready to play both roles.

The movie does, indeed, successfully distract you from the impending doom of everything outside. You’re able to forget, even if it’s just for a couple hours, and sink into the familiarity of your best friend.

His chest rumbles when he laughs at the screen, and the feeling has you drifting faster than you’d care to admit.

Until finally, your eyes flutter shut and stay that way, and just like that, you have the best night of sleep you’ve had all week.

[marylily-my-beloved]

random deep dive bc why not; Dorcas Meadowes: Dorcas Meadowes was known, not for the best reasons, not at all no, but she was known, from the minute she was put in Slytherin a target was on her back, always. A black woman, not a pure blood, in slitheryn was always trouble. Always. Starting out strong, she went to sit next to the first known Pureblood she saw, Regulus Black, who happily was seated next to his cousin Bellatrix Black, who was graduating next year. Through the years she made quite a lot of friends and quite a lot of enemies, on the quidditch field and off of it. Being a Black woman wasn’t easy, thank god she had others like her, other friends like her. Pandora & Mary. Pandora was a raven claw, but was always with the slytherins, nobody really noticed. Mary was a fierce gryfindor, friends with Lily James and Sirius, her other friends hated them, she never understood why. In second year, she looked up to Bellatrix, the most powerful wizard she knew, she didn’t look up to her because she loved Voldemort or anything like that, she looked up to her because Bellatrix used her power to get what she wanted, and she didn’t listen to men who told her it’s wrong, she had paved her own path (within the boundaries of the pure-bloods) and Dorcas wanted the same.

After she realised how Bellatrix’s view were horrible, she looked up to Alice Fortescue because she was a pure blood who also made her way, on the right side. She was powerful, though not as powerful as Bellatrix, but Dorcas admired her nonetheless. Alice was her second crush, Bellatrix her first, from when she was young Dorcas knew she liked women, but she never told anyone. Anyone.

Dorcas was always thinking about the world, the right and wrong, the more Regulus talked about Voldemort, the more she tried to debate the topic. Whenever Barty brought up the fact that Voldemort was going to win, Dorcas doubled down on him, listing reasons why he was wrong. In slytherin everybody was all about blood purity, racism, fascism and the like. And Dorcas still stuck out, fighting for the good side. She had to choose between her friends who loved her, and the cause she was fighting for. She picked the cause, ditching Evan Barty and Regulus in 5th year, opting instead to hang out with the gryfinddors when they accepted her.

It took the gryfinddors ages but she didn’t care, she had her third crush, Marlene McKinnon, in teh Gryffindor Quidditch team, her enemy on the pitch, her friend off it. She spent hours thinking of her, until she wasn’t her friend, she was her girlfriend. They told nobody, secretive as Dorcas was. Nobody knew much about her, even Marlene. Dorcas was always overthinking about what would happen if she told about her life, about her struggles and her fears. She thought that if it was said out loud it would come true. During the nights she would cry and write everything down, never spoke it, never even whispered it. Then she would burn the paper, throw it in the bin, go back to sleep. Wake up, finish the day, repeat.

War was looming among them (among US DUN DUN DUB DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DA DUNDUN) she joined the order, not because of Dumbledore no, she hated Dumbledore but she needed to fight with her friends, with her girlfriend. It was only fair to them. She went up in the ranks day by day, becoming stronger and stronger, wanting to be like Bellatrix. Wanting to be able to beat Bellatrix, she was the strongest person on the other side. She had hurt so many people and Dorcas wanted to avenge those people.

Marlene was dead, she had been killed, and Dorcas was furious. Her sense for revenge had only increased, she went after every Death Eater she saw, once she almost killed Barty, he narrowly dodged the attack. Afterwards Dorcas cried so hard, her old friend, on the complete opposite, the dark mark bright and proud on his arm. Dorcas never wanted this, she missed them but it was for the best. She continued killing the Death Eaters off, managing to kill 21.

She felt so powerful, so so powerful. She knew what she was doing was right, she was making them win. Her reign of power and amazingness did not last long however. She saw Death Eaters everywhere, around her house and everywhere she tried to go. She had to stay in the Order HQ so stay safe. She didn’t care. She tried to go straight for Voldemort, after months and mon to s, she had found him. She went up to him, narrowly dodging a killing curse, but not another one. Dying at Voldemorts hands, and she was barely remembered. Everyone who knew her thought of her as insiration. To the Order she was amazing, but was soon enough forgotten. The woman almost too strong for Voldemort. The only Black half-blood Slytherin of her time. Dorcas MOTHERFUCKING Meadowes.

[accioharrington]

sun & moon, james potter

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

synopsis: y/n is always in a bad mood, but james is always there to cheer her up

warning: none

word count: 0.9k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ JAMES HAD ALWAYS BEEN the embodiment of sunlight—bright, cheerful, and perpetually optimistic. His smile could light up a room, and his laughter was infectious. On the other hand, Y/n was the grumpy, no-nonsense counterpart to his endless optimism. She was practical, realistic, and often cynical, finding James's unwavering cheerfulness both irritating and endearing.

They had met at a mutual friend’s party. James had been the life of the event, dancing and chatting with everyone, while Y/n had sat in a corner, nursing a drink and trying to avoid small talk. She had rolled her eyes at his antics, convinced he was just another overly enthusiastic extrovert. But then, he had approached her, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Hey there, wallflower. Mind if I join you?" he had asked, plopping down beside her without waiting for an answer.

Y/n had sighed, looking at him with her best withering stare. "If you must."

Instead of being deterred, James had grinned wider. "I must. You look like you need someone to brighten up your day."

"Or ruin it," Y/n muttered, but she couldn't deny the spark of curiosity he ignited in her.

From that moment on, James had made it his mission to break through Y/n's grumpy exterior. He would show up at her favorite coffee shop with her usual order—black coffee, no sugar, no cream. He'd leave little notes on her desk at work, each one more ridiculous than the last. ("Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!") And somehow, despite her best efforts, Y/n found herself looking forward to his antics.

One evening, after a particularly stressful day at work, Y/n trudged home, her mood darker than usual. She found James waiting outside her apartment, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand and a hopeful smile on his face.

"Thought you could use some sunshine," he said, offering her the flowers.

Y/n took the bouquet reluctantly, unable to suppress a small smile. "Thanks, James. But flowers won't fix my day."

"Maybe not," he agreed, "but they might make it a little better."

As the weeks turned into months, Y/n realized she had fallen for James's relentless optimism. He was like a ray of sunshine in her otherwise cloudy life, and she found herself basking in his warmth. James, in turn, adored Y/n's practicality and honesty. She kept him grounded, and he loved the challenge of making her smile.

One Saturday morning, Y/n woke up to the smell of pancakes. She stumbled into the kitchen to find James humming a tune as he flipped pancakes on the stove. He was wearing an apron that read, "Kiss the Cook," and Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine," James said, turning to flash her a bright smile.

"What's so good about it?" she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

James's smile softened, and he walked over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. "You're awake, and you're here with me. That's pretty good, don't you think?"

Y/n snorted but couldn't hide the affection in her eyes. "If you say so."

They sat down to breakfast, and James launched into a story about his latest adventure—helping a neighbor fix a broken fence, which had somehow turned into a comedy of errors. Y/n listened, her grumpy demeanor slowly melting away as she laughed at his animated retelling. James's heart soared every time she laughed; it was the sweetest sound in the world to him, a rare and precious treasure.

After breakfast, James dragged Y/n out for a walk in the park. She grumbled about the cold and the early hour, but he kept up a steady stream of chatter, pointing out interesting sights and making her laugh with his silly observations. Each laugh from Y/n was like a personal victory for James, filling him with joy and a sense of accomplishment.

As they walked, James took her hand, swinging their arms gently. "You know, Y/n, I was thinking…"

"That's dangerous," she teased, but her heart skipped a beat. James only got that serious look in his eyes when he was about to say something important.

"I know I can be a bit much sometimes," he said, his tone more subdued. "But I hope you know how much you mean to me. You're my rock, my anchor. I love you, grumpy and all."

Y/n stopped walking, turning to look at him. His brown eyes were earnest, filled with love and a hint of vulnerability. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, and for once, she didn't feel the need to hide behind her grumpiness.

"I love you too, James," she said softly. "Even though you're annoyingly cheerful."

James's face lit up with a smile so bright it could rival the sun. He pulled her into a tight hug, and Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the ray of sunshine that had entered her life.

As the months passed, their relationship only grew stronger. They balanced each other perfectly—James's optimism tempered by Y/n's realism, and Y/n's grumpiness softened by James's cheerfulness. They faced challenges together, finding strength in their differences and joy in their love.

One evening, as they sat on the couch, James turned to Y/n with a mischievous grin. "You know, I've been thinking…"

"There you go again," Y/n said, though her eyes twinkled with amusement.

"I think we should get a cat," James said, his grin widening. "A grumpy one, just like you."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I want a cat?"

"Because," James said, leaning in to kiss her nose, "even grumpy people need a little sunshine in their lives."

Y/n couldn't argue with that. As she snuggled closer to James, she realized that she didn't mind being the grumpy one—as long as she had her sunshine by her side.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c10. Kidnapped

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Come a little closer, Cage the elephant.

abstract: hey this is Jude. you doing alright? you'd never guess who I saw! anyways, I'm almost content in this chapter and then I'm angry again. I've been angry my whole life guys I swear. also, had a special someone with me that night, can you guess who my passenger princess was?

She chuckled when he left the room. Skeleton mask, skeleton gloves, hell he probably had skeleton fucking underwear on. It seemed so out of character for him to be this nice to come all the way to her office and talk to her. He did seem a tiny bit uncomfortable, maybe he wasn't the best at social interactions. He had woke up happy and decided to be a decent human being for once. She didn't trust that his intentions were pure. Maybe he wanted her to speak about it cause he already heard from his friends and wanted the full version. You really want to know Simon, I'll send you the security cameras footage via email, that'll hunt you for a lifetime.

She had a busy day and had to stop thinking about their interaction for a few hours. She was in such a good mood she even had lunch, alone in her office, but still. Her thoughts kept wondering to the Lieutenant, his blue jacket and his thick arms, she had to compose herself when Sergeant Raul, her last patient of the day, had a panic attack in front of her. She got home late, exhausted. She went on a night walk with Jinx, cooked dinner and sat down at her table, her violent grinder and little jar with weed in front of her. She had some reports to finish, she had another two Nutcracker songs to choreograph. Her eyes lingered on 'The Pilgrimage' which she kept as a souvenir from her Sherlock CIA experience with the Arash case. She fished out a lighter from her bag and opened the book in front of her. She liked reading it, she enjoyed it. She had never been much of a religious person, though she was raised catholic. She respected the idea of faith, how it guided people, how it made them feel less alone. She had a thought. A tiny one. A sneaky suspicion. The little urge to lurk. It was a little lightbulb moment, a cinematic sequence in which the music stopped and then violins started playing as she began to think. Her rollie in one hand, the book in the other, she looked at her dog, smell of weed all around her. The poor thing was asleep on the couch, blissfully unaware. When she reached for her laptop to do some research, she knew she was gonna find something.

Two days later she was still debating on telling Price. She really didn't want to bother Laswell, poor woman didn't need more work. They were going to leave in 4 days. She decided she'd tell the first person she would see. It would be the universe to decide. Her office was at the opposite area from Price's so she had slim chances of telling anyone. It wasn't her mission, it wasn't her job, it wasn't her place. She was overstepping.

'Fuck', she said to herself, when she saw the Lieutenant in the parking lot. She froze, foot on the brakes. That's it, it's the universe's choice, you have to tell him. He's gonna kill you. He was smoking. His mask was slightly raised on his nose, exposing his mouth. Not that she could see anything, he was way too far and she was short sighted. Did he ever leave that mask home? He had a vest on, a light blue sherpa jacket that looked extremely comfortable. She looked at his cigarette, he had less than half of it left. Four drags maximum. Just tell him for fuck's sake, it's for the greater good and it’s a fucking good theory. He was almost finished. She slowly came to a stop in front of him and rolled down her window.

The world was silent around them. The sun was setting, the air was crisp. He had noticed the car, he remember it was the same model as hers. He didn't think she would stop. What she said next made his heart skip a beat. 'Hop in? I need to talk to you'. Her eyes were even a prettier colour in this light. They looked translucent. Her skin was shining and golden under the sunlight. 'Can it wait?' He tried to avoid getting in the car with her. Deeply unprofessional. Where did she want to take him anyway, couldn't they talk in his office? What was it she wanted to tell him? 'I'll take you back here when we're done, just a little ride’. She wasn't giving up. Am I being fucking kidnapped by you, Jude? Most guys wouldn't really complain to be honest, but still… He reluctantly sat in the passenger seat, having to adjust his seat to accommodate for his size. The lack of control he had in the situation made him uncomfortable, his fingers tingling with excitement and a slight bit of panic. But this girl… this girl, her presence was just weirdly irresistible. He wanted to know what she wanted to say, every little detail, every hint to who she truly was. He craved that. She slowly took off. She seemed a good driver, she kept her speed stable. 'What is it?' he asked impatient to know why he was being kidnapped. 'So, I kept thinking about what you said about Khorram, that he's hidden somewhere.' She glanced at him while she talked, maintaining her eyes on the road ahead. 'I thought about The Pilgrimage, the book. It's the three stages that I thought about, you know, the Jordan River was the first. Then the middle of the desert, then the Persian Gulf.'

He had to know she was coming up with another theory of hers. He started to get tense. He was getting tired to ear about this, she really had to let this go, it wasn't her place to be talking about it, all these speculations... This was war, people were getting killed everyday by this man and she was here playing detectives. 'I don't think you should keep working on this Jude. It's not your job', he said in the most assertive tone he could manage. She licked her lips, they were entering the city. She sighed, 'I know, I'm just suggesting', she insisted, but he cut her off. 'It's not your place.' He stated. He wasn't afraid to be rough with her or sound disrespectful. She was driving through a bit of traffic, she change gears swiftly and still managed to wave her hand in the air while she talked. 'I know! Since you guys didn't have a clue what you were doing the last time…' he interrupted her again, 'Doesn't mean you're right this time'. She scoffed and slightly raised her tone, visibly annoyed. 'You didn't even fucking let me finish, you don't know what I was about to say!' He caught a glimpse of her eyes, they looked darker. She had the same expression she always had. She looked like she was going to cast a spell on him and turn him into a chair. She must have always won every single argument in her life. Not with him, not with that attitude. 'I don't want to hear it, I can't make my soldiers do things and go places because you read a fucking book, Jude.' If she thought she could win this, she was seriously delusional. 'I read the fucking book that made you not die last week, Simon!' She raised her voice again, turning to face him. Hearing his name escape her lips made him feel weird. It was unusual to hear his name. Ghost, L.t, he had a few nicknames. Only Price called him Simon. He thought about whether she even knew he was Ghost to the others. Simon. It sounded different. It sounded warmer, it sounded pretty. She sang his name. It sounded like it belonged in the phrase Do you want to try that new restaurant with me, Simon, or There's a song I want you to listen, Simon, or Want to take a walk with me, Simon? It sounded like it belonged to a nice, handsome and normal guy, which he wasn't.

'Merda. Oh, merda.' He didn't realise she wasn't looking at him anymore. She had stopped the car, was she going to abandon him on the side of the road? They had stopped in front of a closed building, a few cars parked in the front. The woman next to him had a confused look on her face, which quickly shifted to panic. There was a girl in front of one of the cars. She was alone and she had a bag on her shoulder. Jude pulled the handbrake and got out of the car, walking towards the girl. She must have been 14. He got out of the car, but didn't approach them. He looked at Jude take the girl's hands in her own and talk to her. He couldn't really hear what they were saying, but the little girl was sniffling. She had been crying. 'Oh god', whispered Jude as she hugged the girl, scrunching down. He watcher her hand caress the girl's hair. Why was everything so complicated and bloody mysterious when it came to this girl? He looked at Jude taking the little girl's hand and taking her to the car. He probably looked scary with his skull printed balaclava on. 'Get in Gemma, I'll drive you home okay?' She said, seating down. 'Gemma this is my friend, Simon. Simon this is one of my students, Gemma.'

Jude was perfectly calm now, the little girl sitting in the back of the car. Her eyes were dark, she was driving much slower now, more carefully. She was mad. For what? What do you mean students? He had so many questions he couldn't process to say hi to the girl. Jude kept glancing in the review mirror to make sure Gemma was okay in the back. 'You like the choreography so far?' she asked. She danced? 'Yes, really much' Gemma answered 'I like when we do the circle. With the tour jetés' she said. Jude smiled 'Yeah I like that part too'. She was driving in a residential area more far away from the city centre, but they were getting closer to the road that would take them into the desert. 'Was it this one or the next Gemma?' she was slowing down. 'The next one' said the girl quietly. 'I'll talk to your mom okay?' She said while getting out of the car. She quickly turned towards him, her look apologetic 'I'm sorry, I'll explain. Just a second.' She felt bad for making him wait, it was very unprofessional of her, but it was an emergency and he just happened to be there. At least they stopped fighting. She explained to Gemma's mother that she was driving past the school when she saw her standing outside. The school was open when they arrived, it had closed 5 minutes after she had left. The girls had told Gemma about an extra lesson just for the 5 top students of the class and Gemma had asked her mom to take her. She said she was furious with the others and would talk to them and possibly even prevent some to dance at the final performance. She apologised to Gemma for having to wait outside because of that stupid joke and hugged her one more time, before making her way to the car. Furious was an understatement. How could they be so fucking mean? So so so stupid... She sighed while getting back into the car.

'I'm sorry, I'll take you back. Sorry. Sorry.' She quickly reversed and took off in the direction of the desert. 'Everything okay?' He decided to speak since she was gripping the steering wheel with her knuckles turning white. She waited a second before replying. 'I teach ballet. The other girls told her we had lesson when we didn't, she was the only one who showed up. The school is closed, it's dark out she could have been kidnapped', she said all in one breath. She was shaking her head, how fucking horrifying and dangerous was it to be left alone in the middle of nowhere as a 14 year old girl. Thank God she saw her, poor Gemma. She wasn't blaming her mom, the school was probably still open when they arrived and closed soon after. They were approaching the base in silence, she stopped near the entrance to let him go inside. She kept muttering words in Italian, she was biting her nails nervously. 'Che stronze. Come si fa…assurdo. Troppe poche botte da piccole.' She turned towards him before he had a chance to open the door. 'I'm very sorry you had to witness that, I truly am.' She blinked a few times trying to hide her embarrassment. She messed up all her chances to get him to listen to what she had found now. 'It's fine' he said. His voice was soft. He probably understood that she really couldn't leave the girl there alone, but still. His hand was on the door handle but he wouldn't open the door yet. 'Okay… I'm sorry either way I shouldn't have… done all this.' She was panicking a little at this point. 'Jude it's fine, seriously.' He finally opened the door and got out of the car 'Go home.' He stated before turning away and entering the base.

She went home. She facetimed Salvo and told him about the situation to rant a little bit. She didn't mentioned who she was with, cause it embarrassed her. Cause picking him up was the stupidest idea of her life. She was so fucking mad at the girls she thought about a million fucking different ways to find out who was responsible and make them pay. God, I sound like my mother. Which is very bad, considering what she does for a living…

notes: oh god, what does her mother do then? translation: 'those bitches. how is this possible… incredible. didn't get hit hard enough as kids.' don't hit your kids, violence is bad. also is bullying. I am getting really good results at uni guys!! I'm gonna post the next preview as well cause I'm gonna be studying a lot again, and working and you know. figuring out how to be happy with my life I guess.

love, mare.

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[crestedpalls]

Time that flows again, that is my gift to you:

She saw him on an advertisement again. Sol was a little sick of seeing his face plastered everywhere, but that wasn't like her. She wasn't a bitter person. She had never been bitter when witnessing another's happiness; she had cried happy tears at Hyunju's wedding, witnessing just how elated her friend was, even if she couldn't quite understand why Im Geim evoked those feelings in her. Im Sol was, in fact, the biggest advocate for grasping your happiness and not letting go. But something about seeing how out of reach Sunjae was in this timeline, with no memories connecting them and no love lost between them, made her not want to see his face.

To be honest, it was more than a little painful for her. This version of her beloved was never her high-school sweetheart, never her college boyfriend, nor was she his unforgettable first love. He was truly a stranger in every sense. She made sure he stayed one. But this was also the face of the man who had held her, confessing he loved her enough to shoulder their fate, the man who wrote a song to express his strong feelings for her—a song that only exists in her memories now. He was the same man who had made her want to live to see another day. He was Ryu Sunjae, but he was not *her* Sunjae.

The plaza buzzed with life around her. Children laughed, street vendors called out, and the faint scent of roasted chestnuts wafted through the air. Yet, Sol stood frozen, her eyes locked on the poster. This Ryu Sunjae did not remember how he used to say her name dripping with tenderness. He did not recall how fond he was of holding her face in his large hands. And to be honest, after fifteen years, Sol found herself forgetting these sensations too. The thought of forgetting terrified her; if she didn’t keep her Sunjae alive in her memories, then he would truly cease to exist. Sol took a shuddering breath at the thought and stood rooted in the plaza, gazing at the advertisement with large, moist eyes.

Sol forced her rooted legs to walk past it. past *him*. With every passing day, a little piece of him disappeared from her memories, and if she didn’t remember him, did his kisses and caresses ever happen? Did his promises and love ever exist? Sol shook her head with a self-deprecating smile. Of course they did not. How selfish of her to want traces of their love to remain when theirs was an ill fate. Should they get involved together, nothing good would follow. Sol resigned herself to this and waited patiently as she reached the crossing. When the light turned green, she would cross to the other side and leave these emotions and complications to deal with another day. She had a job to get through, and remembering an unattainable love would not help her turn in her proposal in time for the meeting.

The crossing light blinked green, and Sol stepped forward, feeling the weight of her emotions with each step. The world continued around her, indifferent to her silent struggle. She glanced back one last time, a silent promise to herself that she would face these memories again, but not today. Today, she had to move forward, one step at a time, even if it killed her inside to do so.

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My first time writing anything for a pairing but I had to to do something because LOVELY RUNNER WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD THINK ABOUT ALL DAY OKAY??? 😭😭😭😭😭

[lunabug2004]

I watched Only Friends... and It Was Definitely An Experience! **SPOILERS**

I knew going into it that SandRay was the most popular Only Friends couple, at least that's what it seems like based on how many posts/edits there are about them over all of the internet, but it's so rightfully deserved!!!

I couldn't care less about TopMew, they were just pretty boring to me and I did not like Top at all. Mew was alright, though I will say I loved his petty revenge arc. BostonNick I thought was doomed from the start so I kinda made myself not get too into them? Nick is a sweetheart while also being a conniving little spy so I thought he was pretty fun and liked him a lot but, like Top, I hated Boston (basic of me, I know). But SandRay??? Loved every second! I think Ray is such an interesting character with so many layers and it's so fun to explore his life, and I absolutely fell in love with Sand. I love everything about him and he deserves nothing but to be able to attend all the music festivals in the world. Also quick shout out to Sand & Nick's friendship, it's so refreshing in this messy tree of relationships lol.

It's crazy to me that some people didn't enjoy SandRay as much, but some complaints I've seen are pretty valid tbh. I've seen people complain that the only reason people loved them so much more than the other couples is because they had the most screentime, and that's fair, but they also had the most to cover with their stories: both individually and together. I know this is fully on the writers, I've also seen people complain about SandRay being way more developed than the other characters. These complaints are extremely valid I feel, and I honestly believe they would've been better off doing either a show made up of three short series focusing on one pairing at a time or a show focusing on SandRay as the main couple (they have enough to their stories/story that alone it could take up a whole 12 episodes easily) with BostonNick and TopMew as sides with the possibility of getting their own series after (kinda like UWMA with BU even tho I know it's a different company). Either way, we got what we got with SandRay, and I, for one, enjoyed it thoroughly! I personally don't really understand what's not to like about their relationship, I thought it was at least mostly realistic and they suit each other so well it's insane.

Back to my complaints, I really hated the pool scene with Sand, Ray, and Boeing. Like, really hated it. Also the fact that Ray tried to say Sand was still in love with Boeing after the huge difference b/t the two kisses... was insane. I also disliked the scene with Ray and the therapist because no matter how sweet and also heartbreaking it is the second-hand embarrassment is the actual worst.

Now onto what I enjoyed: obv SandRay and Sand & Nick's friendship since I already mentioned those. I also enjoyed the way all the characters were connected in different ways, it was so much fun to untangle all the relationships! I like the way the show tackled alcoholism and made it realistic, as well as the way it tackled betrayal within the friend group (looking at you, 'Ton) in a realistic way.

Now, I have to mention the acting and chemistry between the couples. ForceBook was meh to me. This is the first thing I've seen them in it and they didn't really blow me away with their chemistry but I did enjoy their acting! I do think this is because I didn't really like the couple, so I'm not really holding it against them and I do plan to watch A Boss and A Babe at some point. NeoMark was very good! Both the chemistry and the acting. Neo has never been my favorite actor, (sorry if this is controversial) I like him fine but he never really blew me out of the water, he's just always done good, but this series he was insane! He played Boston so well he made most people hate him and that's always impressive when it's done by such a well-liked actor. I knew Mark was gonna kill it and he did. I love Mark. The chemistry b/t these two was surprising but enjoyable (speaking purely on what I saw as someone who skips through most saucy scenes). Now... FirstKhao. I expected everything from them and I got everything. I 1000% know that they are joining OffGun and GemFourth as one of my favorite pairings ever (who am I kidding they did that after I watched The Eclipse). Just the pure talent these two have is unreal and the chemistry is off the charts. The fight scenes broke me and the bonding scenes made me feel butterflies, just everything about them is perfection. Also wanna make a special comment on First b/c he has climbed my ranks as one of my favorite actors ever extremely quickly but I mostly see people talk about Khao, (which is so valid; man is insane as well, I just prefer First for whatever reason), but the way First plays all of his characters is so hypnotizing to me. Like the emotions he portrays and the way he completely transforms into his characters with his body language just impresses me so much. I'm def rambling now so it's time to wrap this up!

Anyways, putting aside others' complaints over the best couple SandRay, as well as my own complaints and compliments, I think overall it's a really good show and the drama is fun! So so messy but since it's all fiction it's fun to get sucked into! I'd tell anyone to give it a try at least!

Also wanna end this by saying if you disagree with me on any of this that's totally okay! All opinions are valid! Plus, I went into this with extreme actor bias towards FirstKhao (esp First), so that definitely tied towards my instant love for SandRay.

[bbyobbyo]

To Mingyu, you were perfect. It was no wonder he was drawn to you when his long time best friend and roommate introduced you to him as his partner. Alas, you were perfect but you weren't his.

content: angst, fluff if you squint, suggestive (no actual depictions of sex), unrequited love, pining, gyu is a simp

wc: 729

notes: second attempt hehe, thank you everyone who read my vernon fic! feedback is appreciated, i'm still new here 😔👉👈

Truthfully, there was no better person for you than Wonwoo. Mingyu could at least admit that much. You complimented each other like yin and yang, supporting and uplifting one another in harmony. You were the much needed ray of sunshine and motivation in his life, and he was the structure and inspiration you wanted in yours. Over time your presence became a welcome constant in his life, first by association, then seemingly by necessity.

"She is the best thing to ever happen to me" his roommate would exclaim constantly, and Mingyu couldn't help but agree.

He tried to be happy for his friend, he really did. After all, why wouldn't he want the people he loves to be happy? It wasn't like he didn't want you visiting the apartment constantly, always with a delicious treat to share in hand. Nor did he dislike your genuine attempts to get to know him as a person, asking about his preferences and aspirations in life. In fact, it bothered him more and more that he wished you came over more often, even when his roommate wasn't home.

It was tortuous to hear the sounds in the apartment when you and Wonwoo thought he was asleep. Heavy moans and muted whines haunt his brain on those long nights filled with tossing and turning. The next morning he tries his best to pretend like he didn't see the hickeys littered on your neck just barely covered by your hair when he ran into you making breakfast. And yet, when you ask if he had a good night's sleep with an offer of making an extra serving for him, he doesn't have the heart to tell you the truth. That he spent the entire night wishing it was him in the bed next to you instead.

-

The day the world came crashing down on him was the day Wonwoo had told him about his plan to propose to you. An evening surrounded by his 12 closest friends that you have also come to adore, how perfect. It was so perfect that he didn't even have to think twice when saying yes when Wonwoo asked him to help film the entire affair.

"I trust you over Seokmin any day, that man can't keep a secret for his life. But if you tell her it's for a personal project, she won't suspect a thing!" he chuckles.

"Yeah," Mingyu mumbles back, not quite meeting his friend's eyes, "she won't see it coming."

-

Mingyu thinks he's going insane. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of photos from tonight and yet he's enamored by this one. You're absolutely dazzling, looking at the camera like you just discovered the lens, eyes turned into crescents and smiling cheek to cheek. How long has he waited for you to smile at him like that? And the first time you do, he's behind a camera. At your fucking wedding reception of all places.

"You like her." His head snaps up from the viewfinder.

"What?"

His older friend snakes a gentle hand on over his shoulder. "You like her, don't you?" Seungcheol repeats, voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu says nothing, slowly directing his gaze back downwards at the camera, screen stuck on the photo of you he took only a few moments ago. He can't do anything but sigh. Seungcheol's expression softens, giving his younger friend's shoulder a knowing squeeze.

"It gets better."

God, he sure hopes it does.

-

Mingyu's attention fades in and out when you're reading your vows. It's ironic that on one of the happiest days of your life, he finds it impossible to focus on you when it feels like that's all he's done for years. It was a welcome distraction, however. He can't decide what would destroy him more: listening to you profess your love to someone that wasn't him, or knowing that you meant every word. You end your monologue gracefully with a small smile, holding back a sob as the groom begins his.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me," Wonwoo begins, voice breaking as he bites back his own tears.

In another time, another place, Mingyu would've agreed with him. But in this moment, as you look at his best friend like he's the center of your whole world, Mingyu decides that you might have been the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

[goemon-fan]

fujigoe

[oatbugs]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

[totheidiot]

i hate that the solar eclipse just now serves as a reminder that nobody loves me.

[worldssilliestserpent]

Human jackjack concepts

[radioconstructed]

⌖ Thank you @ruddygore for the hoodie! This one's for you!

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