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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Innocently

Paring: Yeonjun x Reader

Style: NSFW, Romance, Fluff, friendship

Summery: out of the girls Yepnjun has dated, Y/N was the most innocent, pure, cute one. He adored her and enjoyed the unexpected surprises she had in store for him.

Warning: Virgin reader, Innocent reader, dom! Yeonjun, sub! Reader, praising

Word count: 2,455

Yeonjun couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Y/N intently examining the price tag of a dress she'd been eyeing for the past ten minutes. They were out on one of their usual weekend shopping trips, a ritual that had become a cherished part of their relationship. Unlike his previous girlfriends, Y/N's simplicity and innocence had captivated him. She never asked for anything extravagant despite his financial stability, a trait that made her stand out in his eyes.

As Y/N reluctantly placed the dress back on the rack, Yeonjun playfully nudged her. "Why don't you get it? It looks like it was made for you," he suggested, but Y/N shook her head.

"No, it's okay. I'm sure I can find something just as nice for a better price," she replied, her voice laced with determination.

Yeonjun, however, wasn't one to give up so easily. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he grabbed the dress. "Consider it a gift from me to you."

Y/N pouted, a mix of flattery and stubbornness in her expression. "You don't have to, Yeonjun. Really."

He just winked and headed to the cashier, leaving Y/N with a mixture of surprise and a reluctant smile.

Their relationship was filled with these small, playful moments. Yeonjun found Y/N's childlike innocence endearing, particularly in contrast to the more worldly ways of his circle. She often didn’t catch on to dirty jokes, which left her confused at the laughter of others, something Yeonjun found absolutely adorable.

One evening, they were all gathered at the TXT dorm with some of the ENHYPEN members, a casual hangout filled with laughter and chatter. Taehyun, in a moment of unfiltered openness, started sharing a rather intimate detail about his girlfriend's preferences. Yeonjun, aware of Y/N's presence, tried to interject.

"Hey, maybe we can keep this conversation a bit more... general?" he suggested, shooting Taehyun a look.

But Y/N's curiosity was already piqued. "What does that mean?" she asked, genuinely clueless.

The room erupted in laughter, and Yeonjun felt a protective surge. He didn't want her innocence tarnished by their less innocent conversations. However, he also admired her curiosity and openness, traits that made her unique in his eyes.

Seeing her confused face, Beomgyu chimed in, trying to divert the topic with his usual humor. "Oh, it's just Taehyun being Taehyun. Ignore him."

Yeonjun quickly joined in, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Yeah, let's talk about Hueningkai's new pet hamster instead. What did you name it again?"

The conversation shifted, much to Yeonjun's relief. He glanced at Y/N, who was now laughing at Hueningkai's story about his hamster's escape antics. Yeonjun felt a warm sense of affection for her. She was like a breath of fresh air in his life, her innocence and sincerity a stark contrast to the complicated world they lived in.

Soobin, noticing Yeonjun's fond gaze, nudged him playfully. "You're smitten, aren't you?"

Yeonjun just smiled, not denying it. "Can you blame me? She's one of a kind."

As the evening wore on, the group engaged in various activities, from playing video games to discussing music. Y/N's presence brought a certain lightness to the group, her laughter infectious and her joy palpable.

Later, as they walked back home, Yeonjun wrapped an arm around Y/N. "Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes bright. "I did. Your friends are crazy but in a good way. And I'm learning new things every day," she said with a laugh.

Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh along. "Yeah, they're a handful, but they're family. And I'm glad you're a part of it now."

Months into their relationship, Yeonjun and Y/N found themselves in a comfortable rhythm, their bond deepening with each passing day. One day, while lounging in the TXT dorm, Yeonjun brought up their upcoming anniversary.

"Soobin, did you realize it's been ten months since Y/N and I started dating?" Yeonjun asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.

Soobin, who was halfway through a video game, paused and turned to him. "Really? That's the longest you've ever dated someone, right?"

"Yeah," Yeonjun nodded, his mind wandering to Y/N. "I want to do something special to celebrate."

The day of their anniversary, Yeonjun had everything planned to perfection. He had booked a table at one of the city's most luxurious restaurants, a place he knew Y/N would love.

When Y/N arrived in the dress Yeonjun had bought for her, his breath hitched. She was a vision of elegance, a stark contrast to her usual cute and casual style.

"You look incredible, Y/N," Yeonjun managed to say, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

Y/N blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Yeonjun. You don't look so bad yourself," she teased, taking in his smart attire.

Dinner was a blend of delicious food, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Yeonjun found himself more in love with her than ever, captivated by her charm and wit.

As they left the restaurant, Yeonjun reached for her hand. "Did you enjoy tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with hope.

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes shining. "It was perfect. Thank you for making our anniversary so special."

Back at Y/N's apartment, they settled onto the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them. Then, to Yeonjun's surprise, Y/N leaned in and kissed him, her lips warm and inviting.

Yeonjun hummed in response, returning her kiss with equal fervor. The passion between them was palpable, a stark contrast to their usual playful exchanges.

Y/N then moved to sit on his lap, her hands finding their way into his hair. Yeonjun felt a shiver run down his spine, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him.

As she rolled her hips against him, Yeonjun's mind raced. This new, intimate side of Y/N was something he hadn't anticipated, yet he found himself completely drawn into the moment.

"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

She paused, looking into his eyes. "Is this okay?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Yeonjun cupped her face gently, his eyes softening. "More than okay. I just didn't expect... you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Y/N smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe I am. Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all," Yeonjun replied, his heart racing. "It's just another reason why I love you."

As Y/N's eyes sparkled with love, she whispered, "I love you too, Yeonjun." Her voice was soft, yet filled with emotion. Leaning in, she kissed him once more, a tender and affectionate gesture that spoke volumes.

Yeonjun's hands tentatively traced the contours of her waist, hesitating momentarily as he contemplated their next move. Sensing his hesitation, Y/N gently sat back and, with a boldness that surprised them both, she gracefully removed her dress, revealing the delicate lingerie beneath.

Yeonjun's eyes widened in amazement. The sight of Y/N, confident and stunning, was a revelation. "Wow, Y/N, you're... incredible," he stammered, his gaze traveling over her defined hourglass figure.

Feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze, Y/N instinctively covered herself with her arms. Yeonjun, however, gently grasped her wrists, guiding her arms away. "Don't hide. You're beautiful," he reassured her softly, his voice a soothing melody.

With a swift movement, Yeonjun unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He then pulled Y/N closer, their bodies pressing together in a warm embrace.

Yeonjun lifted Y/N effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom with care. As he laid her down on the bed, his eyes locked with hers, full of questions and concern.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything," he asked gently, his voice laced with sincerity.

Y/N gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of nerves and excitement. "Yes, I'm sure. I trust you, Yeonjun," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with. Just tell me if you need me to stop," he reassured her, his tone protective and caring.

Yeonjun and Y/N shared a look of deep understanding and connection, their eyes communicating more than words ever could. As Yeonjun leaned in, his lips tenderly explored her skin, kissing every sensitive area with a gentle reverence. He was acutely aware that this was Y/N's first time, and he was determined to make it as comfortable and memorable as possible for her.

His fingers, lips, and tongue worked in unison, creating a symphony of sensations that left Y/N breathless. He paused, looking into her eyes. "I'll be gentle and go slow, I promise," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her nervous heart.

Y/N's voice trembled slightly with apprehension. "Will it... will it hurt?" she asked, her eyes searching his for honesty.

Yeonjun nodded, not wanting to mislead her. "It might at first, but I promise it'll get better. Just let me know if you want to stop, okay?"

She shook her head, her resolve clear. "No, I don't want to stop. I trust you, Yeonjun."

He smiled reassuringly, his hand finding hers. "Squeeze my hand if it gets too much, alright? I'll slow down immediately," he said, placing his other hand beside her to steady himself.

As he carefully entered her, Y/N gasped sharply, her grip on his hand tightening. A soft whine escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

Yeonjun showered her with praise, his voice gentle. "You're doing so well, Y/N. Just a little more, and I'll be all the way in."

With one final, careful push, he was fully inside her. Y/N's eyes welled up with tears, a few escaping down her cheeks. Yeonjun leaned in, kissing them away, his movements still and patient.

After a few minutes, Y/N gave a small nod, indicating he could move. He started slowly, mindful of her comfort.

Y/N's initial discomfort gradually gave way to pleasure, her body relaxing into the rhythm. Yeonjun's free hand massaged her thighs, encouraging her to relax. "Breathe deeply, Y/N. That's it, you're doing great," he encouraged, his voice a mix of praise and passion.

As Y/N's tension eased, her own sounds of pleasure began to fill the room. Yeonjun's movements became more confident, a little faster, eliciting small yelps of pleasure from her.

Feeling more comfortable, Y/N released his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Yeonjun cursed softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

"You're amazing, Y/N," he murmured against her skin, his pace quickening.

As they both neared their climax, Y/N called out his name repeatedly, signaling her impending release. Moments later, her back arched beautifully as she reached her peak, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Just seconds after, Yeonjun reached his own climax, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their intense connection. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, basking in the closeness they had just shared.

Looking down at her, Yeonjun saw Y/N's childlike innocence return, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. He chuckled softly, feeling a wave of affection wash over him.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he announced gently, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom.

He took his time to clean her up, then fetched some comfortable clothes for both of them. After changing the sheets in the bedroom, they crawled into bed, cuddling close in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

The morning sun streamed through the window as Yeonjun lay awake, Y/N nestled against him, still lost in slumber. His mind replayed the previous night's events, a mix of amazement and fondness washing over him. He smiled at the thought of Y/N, his usually innocent girlfriend, taking the lead in their relationship's new territory.

Days later, Yeonjun invited Y/N to hang out with his bandmates. She greeted him with her characteristic enthusiasm, running towards him and leaping into his arms. Yeonjun, always quick on his feet, caught her effortlessly, lifting her in a warm embrace as his bandmates watched, some with amused smirks, others with affectionate grins.

As they all enjoyed a leisurely coffee together before heading to the arcade, Taehyun’s girlfriend observed Y/N's youthful and pure demeanor with a sense of wonder. Y/N, oblivious to the attention, was happily cuddling a plush toy that Yeonjun had won for her earlier.

Beomgyu couldn't resist teasing Yeonjun, "Look at her, Yeonjun. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. How do you manage to keep up with that much adorableness?"

Yeonjun, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, replied with a sheepish grin, "What can I say? She's one of a kind. I wouldn’t change a thing about her."

Amidst the laughter and light-hearted conversation, Y/N leaned in close to Yeonjun, whispering something about 'cute lingerie and handcuffs.' Yeonjun’s eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red.

Soobin, noticing the sudden change in Yeonjun's demeanor, laughed heartily. "Oh no, Yeonjun, what did she say? Did we corrupt her too much?"

Yeonjun, struggling to find words, stuttered, "No, no, it's not like that... I mean, it's just Y/N being Y/N."

Hueningkai joined in, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Yeonjun further, "Come on, spill the beans, Yeonjun. What’s got you so flustered?"

Y/N, seemingly unaware of the commotion she had caused, looked around innocently. "Did I say something wrong? You all look so funny!"

The group burst into laughter, the atmosphere light and joyful. Taehyun’s girlfriend chimed in, "Y/N, you’re full of surprises! Yeonjun, you’ve got your hands full with this one."

As they continued their day at the arcade, the group basked in the lightheartedness of the moment. Y/N's innocent remarks and Yeonjun’s bashful reactions provided endless entertainment.

Later, as they sat down for a meal, the group continued to share jokes and playful banter, Yeonjun occasionally shooting Y/N an affectionate, albeit slightly embarrassed, glance. Amidst the laughter and teasing, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness. Y/N, with her mix of innocence, spontaneity, and unexpected boldness, had brought a new dimension to his life, one that he cherished immensely.

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overnowsfcb · 4 months

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santa doesn't know you like i do; trent alexander-arnold blurb

summary: he would always have a throne in your heart. was it okay to see blurry lines?

warnings: none just fluff, reader and trent are dumb

note: FINALLY I WROTE FLUFF BRING THE CHAMPAGNE — venus 🫂💐🫧

Trent had claimed a permanent residence in your heart, an undisputed ruler of your daydreams since your teenage years.

Despite attempts to move on, dating other guys, and even enduring his tales of romantic conquests, your soul continued to ache for the one thing it craved the most—his love, a fragile hidden secret handled with discomfort in your mind as if it was an uninvited guest.

But the balance was neutralized by his hypnotic ways of keeping that worship of him in your brain: moments when his comments stick out details about you would come with a deepened voice, his pupils dilated at your presence, and the magnet that pushed your bodies to get close every time you were in the same place. Actions that left you wondering if those gestures were genuine or just part of his flirtatious nature.

The melody of his laugh painted shooting stars in your night sky carving it in your mind if the reason behind were your jokes. And you could recall the times he found in your chest a place when he could let go of the pressure and his tears. You were too late to intend to hit the brakes now.

Laughter echoed within the living room walls, the faux snow in the tree placed in a corner resembling the snowflakes falling outside. You had invited Trent over to help you decorate the house.

He held the ladder for you, even though you didn't need it, but you had asked him to make you feel more secure as you placed the Christmas baubles and the star on top of the tree standing on your tiptoes, finishing up the decorations. He began applauding accompanying your celebrations when you had finally completed your task.

He stepped away from the ladder to let you descend, and you hugged him, running your hands over his neck, catching a whiff of his cologne. He wrapped his hands around your waist as he welcomed your embrace. “Thank you,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“You're welcome, my love.” The once comforting and typical nickname, now sparkled a new connotation while he caressed your temple as he looked at you with appreciation in his eyes, building a new pathway in an indecipherable labyrinth, confusing you even more.

Sometimes you considered giving up, settling down in the middle of the road, leaving everything in part to your convenience, because if you admitted that he may be hiding the same things that you were experiencing you would be afraid to face the consequences of turning your most cherished friendship into something that could go anywhere.

You sat on the couch, hot coffee cup in your hands, protective blanket over your bodies against the winter chill, Home Alone played on the TV, you laid your head on his shoulder, admiring how beautiful the house was with the Christmas spirit imprinted on it. Love rushing in your veins.

You looked up at him discreetly. He was focused on the movie while sipping the hot chocolate in his mug, and for an instance, the soldier in you ignited, putting braveness in your shoulders.

“Trent,” you called out, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he gazed expectantly at you. Yet, as you pondered the words in your heart, you shook your head gently. “You're the best friend I could ask for,” your voice lowering, a wistful smile on your lips. Holding back your feelings once again as an eternal hostage.

You wondered if someday, the courage to express them would find its way to you. And Trent would think that too.

Each cell of your bodies acting like spectators waiting for you to materialize the scenes entangled in your minds. “You mean a lot to me, love.”

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milkyst4rs · 1 year

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ahhh ur bf headcannons are so cute!! could u do them for jjk boys?

BF Headcannons

Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Yuuji, Geto x GN Reader

Weee thanku for your request 🫶🏽 I hope you like this !! Here is the Genshin ver. :3

Gojo

Oh.

Noisy ass mf, always poking your cheek at 3 in the morning cause he can't sleep🙄 he cute though so whatever.

Loves to show you off to every living thing on planet Earth. "LOOK WHAT [NAME] GOT ME!!'!:@33&" You could give him a half eaten sandwich and he'll cherish that and label it as a sacred gift.

Loves to give you bear hugs and big kisses. You could be coming back home from work, he will be waiting by the door the moment he senses you. He kisses you with those dramatic "MWAH" sounds ☠️

My guy is just happy he found someone he can joke around and love with. Will do absolutely anything to protect you :3

The way he looks at you, just full of love and adoration 😭😭 sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve you and it gets him quite down. You somehow always know how he's feeling so his sadness just evaporates the moment he feels your lips and comforting words <3

Nanami

Soft bf soft bf soft bf

Treats you like an angel sent from the heavens.

Brings you out for study dates, old school movies and BAKING AAAAA just imagine cooking up some cookies and nanami is helping you out wearing a hot pink apron ☠️

Has an obvious soft spot for you, he will be grumbling about something (gojo) but the moment he sees you he just melts and gives you the softest smile and kiss 😭

His favourite pastime is just being with you. Sleeping, reading, bathing, working. All with you. His life line <3

Megumi

cutest boy ever to walk the face of the earth. EVER.

Is very shy the first time you both got into a relationship. Always hiding his face in his hands so you don't see him blushing when you kiss him 🥲

Tries to keep you a secret from his friends (gojo), so they don't embarrass him and scare you away☠️. They found out eventually though, the way Megumi started choking when they mentioned your name was a key lead in their little investigation.

Walking his dogs in the morning together hand in hand, laughing about jokes and just being in the comforting presence of each other.

Likes to hold your hand <3 He definitely isn't too fond of pda but he HAS to have his hand on you somewhere.

Yuuji

Biggest ray of sunshine ever🫶🏽

Such a supportive bf istg, he will always be on your side helping you accomplish a goal and gets so happy for you when you do 🥲

Like gojo, he will do anything to make sure your safety is guaranteed. You probably are willing to do anything for him too, and he finds solace in that.

He always has this lovesick grin when he is with you, doesn't care about the weird looks Nobara and Megumi give him. My man is in love and he will not stop at anything!!!

Always has his arm around your waist when you are walking together, both of you feel safer with each other so he can let his walls down when he is with you.

Geto

Smoothest guy you will ever meet.

Loves to tease you and gush over your flustered state. You genuinely make him feel happy and that's why bro is so in love w u😢

He finds peace and comfort being in your embrace, like all his troubles have faded away.

Always finds himself getting lost in your eyes. When you ask him about it, he shuts you up with a passionate kiss.

I feel like he's one of those guys who put a hand on your waist to move you out the way😍😍😍😍😍 MMMMM YES. He will be like "excuse me love ☺️" AAAAAA

He know you are whipped for him so he has a little bit of privilege in your shared home. I mean, how can you stay mad at him. He is equally as enamoured by you so it's all cool.

His kisses with you are either passionate and rough or gentle and soft <3 He just revels in the feeling of your skin against his, he just loves it so much.

#jjk gojo #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #nanami kento #megumi x reader #megumi jjk #megumi headcanons #itadori fluff #itadori x reader #jjk geto #getou suguru x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsukaisen fluff

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lia1512 · 3 months

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Stuffed toy approval 🧸

Elijah entered Y/n's room, expecting a cozy movie night, but his eyes widened as he took in the sight of her bed covered in a multitude of stuffed toys. Y/n, nervous about his reaction, bit her lip, awaiting his response.

"Elijah, I hope you don't mind," Y/n stammered, gesturing to the plush army that occupied her bed.

Elijah's eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and amusement playing on his face. "Well, this is unexpected," he chuckled. "Are they all joining us for the movie?"

Y/n sighed in relief, "I'm sorry. I know it's a bit much. I just find them comforting."

Elijah grinned, "No need to apologize. It's just a little unexpected. But hey, they can have the best seats in the house." He plopped down on the bed, making space among the stuffed companions.

As the movie started, Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at Elijah, wondering if he was genuinely okay with this quirky setup. To her delight, he seemed to embrace the unique movie night, occasionally grabbing one of the stuffed toys and playfully commenting on the film as if it were one of them.

"You know," Elijah teased, holding up a stuffed bunny, "I think Mr. Flopsy here has a better grasp of the plot than I do."

Y/n laughed, feeling the tension melt away. Soon, the room echoed with shared laughter and banter, the stuffed toys becoming unexpected participants in their movie night.

As the night progressed, Elijah even found himself naming some of the toys, creating a whole fictional world for them. Y/n watched in awe as he animatedly weaved stories about each plush companion, turning a seemingly odd situation into a memorable and entertaining night.

"Meet Sir Quackington, the adventurous duck, and Lady Fluffington, the wise rabbit," Elijah declared, holding up two particularly fluffy toys.

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at his creativity. "I never knew you had such a talent for storytelling, especially with stuffed animals."

Elijah smirked, "Well, you learn something new every day, don't you?"

They continued the movie night, with Elijah's storytelling evolving into an improvised comedy act. Y/n found herself appreciating the unexpected turn of events, realizing that Elijah's acceptance of her quirks made him even more endearing.

As the credits rolled, Elijah stretched out on the bed, surrounded by a plush audience. "That was certainly a unique experience," he admitted.

Y/n blushed, "I'm glad you didn't mind. I know it's a bit strange."

Elijah turned to her, his eyes softening, "Y/n, everyone has their quirks. Yours just happen to involve a lot of stuffed animals. But I like it. It makes you, well, you."

Her heart warmed at his words, and she couldn't help but lean in for a sweet kiss. Elijah responded with a smile, and for a moment, they just enjoyed the quiet intimacy.

The stuffed animals, once a potential source of anxiety for Y/n, now served as a symbol of acceptance and understanding. Elijah had effortlessly turned an unconventional situation into a night filled with laughter, bonding, and unexpected joy.

"I guess Mr. Flopsy and friends are officially part of the movie night crew," Elijah declared, playfully arranging the stuffed toys in a circle.

Y/n laughed, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As they settled into the comfort of the plush-filled bed, Y/n couldn't help but reflect on the unpredictability of life and love. Sometimes, it took a room full of stuffed animals to reveal the depth of connection between two people.

In the end, Elijah embraced the quirks that made Y/n unique, turning an ordinary movie night into a memory they both cherished. And as they drifted off to sleep, surrounded by a fuzzy army of stuffed companions, they knew that their love could weather any unexpected turns.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikealson one shot #originals #the vampire diaries #the originals #oneshot #elijah x reader #elijah x y/n

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vilentia · 1 year

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Electric Love

George Weasley x reader

George Weasley was someone who could light up a room with his infectious energy and sense of humor. From the moment you met him at Hogwarts, you were captivated by his vibrant personality and carefree spirit. He was always up for a good time, and his natural charisma drew people to him like a magnet.

Despite his outgoing nature, George had a kind heart and a genuine concern for those around him. He was quick to make friends and even quicker to make them laugh. As you got to know him better, you found yourself drawn to his lively personality and the way he made you feel.

At first, your relationship with George was purely platonic. You enjoyed spending time with him, and the two of you had a lot in common. But as you spent more time together, you began to see him in a new light. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his smile lit up his face, and the way he made you feel like the most important person in the room.

As your feelings for him deepened, you began to wonder if he felt the same way. You started to look for signs that he might feel the same way, but nothing was ever clear. It wasn't until a chance encounter one day that George finally revealed his true feelings, and you were overjoyed to find out that he felt the same way.

The moment George confessed his feelings for you, everything changed. The dynamic between the two of you shifted from friendly to romantic, and it was like a spark had been ignited. You began dating, and it felt like a whirlwind romance that you never wanted to end.

Being with George was an experience like no other. His presence filled you with a sense of excitement and energy that you had never felt before. Every time he walked into the room, it was like the air was charged with electricity. You were constantly on the edge of your seat, waiting to see what he would do or say next.

You loved the way George made you feel alive, and he was always pushing you to try new things and take risks. With him by your side, you felt like you could conquer the world. His humor and light-heartedness were infectious, and you found yourself laughing more than ever before.

As your relationship progressed, you began to discover new layers to George's personality. You found out that he was incredibly caring and compassionate, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world, and you cherished every moment you spent with him.

For you, being with George was like being caught in a whirlwind of passion and excitement. You never knew what each day would bring, but you were eager to find out. Every moment you spent together felt like pure magic, and you knew that you had found something special in each other. Your love for George was electric, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world to have him by your side.

One night, you and George collapsed into bed, exhausted but content. As you lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, you felt a sense of peace and happiness wash over you.

Just as you were starting to drift off to sleep, George looked deep into your eyes, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart skip a beat. He whispered those three little words that you had been dying to hear: "I love you."

It was like the whole world stopped for a moment as you realized just how much you loved him too. You looked into his eyes, and you could see the depth of his feelings for you reflected back. You knew in that moment that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered back, "I love you too, George." You wrapped your arms around him tighter, feeling like you never wanted to let go. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated love, and you knew that it was something you would never forget.

From that moment on, your love only grew stronger. You spent all your time together, exploring the world around you and creating memories that would last a lifetime. And no matter where life took you, you knew that your love would always be there, shining bright like an electric spark.

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gaybatmanenthusiast · 7 months

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SERENDIPITOUS LOVE (oneshot)

(RON WEASLEY X MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 583

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ summary : When the Yule Ball approaches, Ron Weasley finds himself captivated by the new student you

⋆★ extra : I LOVE RON WEASLEY!!!!!

In the midst of Ron's inner turmoil, a distinctive voice caught his attention. It belonged to the new student, (M/N), who had recently joined Hogwarts he had transferred from Durmstrang Institute. Ron had seen (M/N) around, but they had never interacted. Something about (M/N)'s presence and aura intrigued him.

As Ron observed from a distance, (M/N) was approached by a few other students who tried to ask him to the ball. However, (M/N) politely declined each invitation. This mere act cemented an idea in Ron's mind—he wanted to be the one to ask (M/N) to the Yule Ball.

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In the following days, Ron found himself seeking any opportunity to encounter (M/N). Bumping into each other in the hallways felt like coincidental moments, even if they were initially brief and seemingly insignificant. Each time, (M/N)'s smile and gentle laughter seemed to ensnare Ron's thoughts, captivating him more with every passing day.

One day, as Ron was sitting in the library, poring over his Potions textbook, he noticed (M/N) enter. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to approach him.

"Hi, uh, (M/N)," Ron stammered, feeling his face flush with nerves. "I was wondering if you, um, might like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

For a moment, (M/N) appeared taken aback, his expressive eyes shining with surprise. Then a warm smile graced his features, and Ron's heart skipped a beat.

"I'd love to go with you, Ron," (M/N) said, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

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On the night of the Yule Ball, Ron stood nervously at the entrance of the Great Hall, waiting for (M/N) to arrive. When he appeared, Ron couldn't help but be awestruck. (M/N) was truly breathtaking, dressed in elegant robes that perfectly accentuated his natural beauty.

As Ron and (M/N) made their way onto the dance floor, they moved in perfect synchrony to the enchanting melodies. Ron's heart swelled with joy as he realised how lucky he was to have (M/N) as his date. In that moment, everything felt right—like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

They laughed, talked, and danced the night away, forming an unspoken connection that left them both yearning for more. It was a night they would always remember, etched into their hearts as a beautiful turning point.

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In the weeks that followed the Yule Ball, Ron and (M/N) found solace in each other's presence. They discovered shared interests, exchanged secrets, and comforted each other during both good and difficult times. What had started as a dance of fate had blossomed into something far more significant—love.

Their romance was filled with stolen glances, subtle touches, and whispered confessions. They were best friends, confidants, and lovers—a combination that made their connection even stronger. Together, they navigated the complexities of both the magical and mundane worlds, finding solace and strength in each other's arms.

In the end, Ron learned that love could often appear unexpectedly, defying all expectations. With (M/N) by his side, he had found a lover who cherished him for who he was—a bond that couldn't be easily broken.

#male reader #writers on tumblr #x male reader #x reader #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x male reader #harry potter

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sourholland · 1 year

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teardrops on my guitar || jack hughes

making the bold choice of writing a fic for every song on debut by taylor swift, i’ll do it sporadically and for different people as well!! once i finish debut, we will see if i’m feeling fearless tv ☺️ ambitious, believe me I KNOW. anyways send requests

this is dedicated to @folklorelvr333 —tomg is her fave song on debut and jack is her fave guy (appreciate this bc i had to learn jack hughes LORE for this)

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Jack had moved to Michigan during his last years of high school to further his career in hockey and to try to secure his spot as a draft pick. When he started playing for the U.S. NTDP, he attended Plymouth-Canton Educational Park when he wasn’t on the rink. There, he met you.

Jack hadn’t ever claimed to be good with girls, not really. He liked you, though. He liked you a lot. He remembered being paired up with you in lab during his first week. He thought he’d made his interest incredibly obvious. That was, if his pink cheeks and clammy hands weren’t a telltale sign of his trying to flirt with you. Mistakenly, he’d realized he’d done just about the exact opposite. He’d made himself out to be a best friend to you, a shoulder to lean on.

It wasn’t like the NTPD staff had really given him the choice of having a girlfriend, they’d actually discouraged it more than anything. He was on an extremely strict schedule, right down to the time he should be in bed every night.

“So you’ve pretty much got it all laid out for you then?” You’d asked him at lunch one day, sitting across from each other and picking at your food.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” He laughed, confused.

“I just mean—I don’t know, you’re seventeen years old, Jack. You’re always here or at the rink. I get it and everything, like you’re going to go pro and stuff. I just wonder sometimes if you ever do anything for you, you know?”

Jack’s lips formed a thin line, inhaling deeply as he thought about your words. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand where you were coming from, it was just all he’d ever really known. His parents had him on the ice before he was two years old. He’s eat, slept, and breathed hockey his entire life.

“I do all this for me,” he finally said. “I want this.”

“Come on,” you huffed, teasingly. “You’re telling me you never think about going out and partying? Or like, I don’t know, having a girlfriend?”

His face flushed almost instantaneously, trying to avert his gaze to anything but you. Of course he though about having a girlfriend. He thought about it every time you’d call him after practice to talk about homework. He thought about it each morning when he pulled up in front of your house and you climbed into his passenger seat, laying your hands on his forearm to tell him whatever girl drama you’d found out the night before.

“No, I guess I don’t really think about it much.”

“Bullshit,” you chided. “If that’s true, do you think you have erectile dysfunction or something? Like a hormonal imbalance?”

“What the fuck?” He laughed, nearly spitting out his Gatorade. “No, I definitely don’t have—”

“You’re blushing!” You cut him off, smiling ear-to-ear.

Jack cherished your time together in school; he rarely had a free moment outside of classes that he wasn’t playing hockey. He always felt horrible declining your offers to hang out, but he genuinely couldn’t find a free moment.

A part of him feels this is to blame for your relationship never progressing further. He thought you’d maybe felt something more than platonic feelings for him at one point, but who wants some guy who is too cool for any school functions and can’t see you on weekends because of practice or tournaments. Although, he’d never been honest with you about his feelings either.

It was only a matter of time before you moved forward with your life, leaving him to wonder what could’ve been.

Jack wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting every time you’d bring a new guy up, what might’ve taken the cake was when you’d brought one to a hockey game of his. It was like one of those movie moments, Jack thought at practice the next day. He’d seen you in the stands, face lighting up, only to notice the guy beside you with his arm around you.

He wanted to hate the kid, too. Only then did he realize how jealous he truly was. He was heartbroken over a girl he’d never even dated. How was that even possible, Jack would wonder as he stared up at the ceiling in bed.

He could’ve told you, could’ve been honest about how he felt about you. Who knows what would’ve happened, but at least you’d have known. It was too late, he saw how happy you were and had to match your expression with fake smiles and words of encouragement laced with frustration and envy.

Jack tried not to hate himself for how he’d let the situation play out, but he truly couldn’t.

You’d fall in love, and he’d watch. And there was nothing he could do about it.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x yn #jack hughes fanfiction #jack #hughes #elle’s fics

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niicoli · 1 year

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Toxic satosugu x pregnant reader

I LOVED YOU AT ONE POINT

So imagine you all were dating back in high school after you it had got out that you liked both of them and the boys were already together so they decided to “ play around with you “ and took you into their little world. They showed you love and compassion and made you feel like you were on cloud nine, they made it feel so real that it felt to good to be true … and it was.

“ It’s over we don’t need you anymore “ as soon as those words left satoru lips it was as if the entire world had stopped, it had fallen still with only the breath of you three in the room. Trying to bring even the smallest of brain cells to form an answer was proving difficult to find in this case,” I-I don’t think I understand what do yo-“, you go to say only to get cut off by geto laughing, and this wasn’t the normal honey filled laugh the one were you could fill the adoration and love. No this laugh made you feel a fool, made you feel like you were nothing more than a dumb little kid again having trouble understanding a question. But his eyes oh his eyes were the cruelest out of the two of them, finally understanding you packed up most of what you needed and raced out your home no THEIR home before you could even utter your surprise to them and then the silence was interrupted by their mocking condescending words from them “ Thanks for the fun time” before finally disappearing from your life

Few months later and you have been growing bigger and bigger each day having had run into an old friend since that day you have been getting help and support from Nanami almost as if you were his responsibility , almost as if he was the one who you were knocked up with in the first place.

But oh how you cherished the memories with him but sometimes even the cherished moments with him can’t stop your mind from going back to the real villains of your world

Nanami could hear you crying on most nights about them and always noticed how the next day how tired you were but would always say nothing out of respect for you and your feelings but even that was starting to wear him down

Whenever he would see gojo and geto at work he would always try and be professional with them telling himself to just leave it alone but every time he would see them all he could see was rage and eventually just ended up avoiding them and focusing his attention on you

But then came the school reunion after you gave birth to your baby boy he was the most precious thing that ever could have happened to you, with his eyes just like gojo’s and a smile like geto you couldn’t believe how much he looked like them but he was yours and you be damned if anybody tried taking him from you

Now on the day of the reunion you showed up with Nanami and your son not having or trusting anyone to watch him but those closest to you, you went about the event reconciling with old friends who would congratulate you on your new life and baby and how cute he was. Some of which were out of genuine happiness for you and some out of pity but you wouldn’t let them get to you, you were so happy about your new beginning

Well until you ran into THEM

Your blood ran cold when you locked eyes with you and again it started to feel as if your entire world was collapsing again right in front of you but with only ringing in your ears to keep you company

You wanted to run, wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and as you stood there holding your breath you finally noticed that they weren’t looking at you anymore but instead at your confused baby boy he was looking back at them just as curious

Did they notice, did they know ,how couldn’t they with how much he looks like them and when they finally reached you it was silent just like that day when everything first started

And here you were watching your entire world burn down again.

Should I make a part 2

#angst #gojou satoru x reader #geto x y/n #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #pregnant #poc reader

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icyrudekitten · 6 months

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Remains Untold

Pairings: Mark x Y/N (reader)

Prologue: In the quiet, tree-lined streets of their childhood, where neighbouring houses stood as constant companions, Y/N's heart held a secret—a secret that had silently grown over the years like a hidden vine, clinging to the sturdy trunk of an old tree. Her heart belonged to her best friend, Mark. From their days in middle school to the momentous events of their high school graduation, their lives had been woven together inextricably. Morning after morning, they walked to school together, sharing laughter and secrets under the watchful eyes of the world. Friends referred to them as inseparable, yet Y/N held a secret she couldn't dare to share.

Genre: Angst, Unrequited Love, and a touch of Fluff

Warnings: Unrequited Feelings

Word count: Approximately 440 words.

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For as long as y/n could remember, her heart had belonged to one person: her best friend, Mark. They had been inseparable since middle school, their houses standing side by side like silent sentinels of their unbreakable bond. Every morning, they would walk to school together, sharing secrets and laughter on the way. It was a ritual they both cherished, and their friends called them inseparable.

As the years passed, y/n's affection for Mark grew silently, like a delicate vine creeping up the sturdy trunk of an old tree. Mark was her confidant, her protector, and the one who made her heart race every time he smiled. But the world seemed content to keep their friendship in its innocent cocoon.

Then, one fateful day, the universe decided to rewrite their story. Mark introduced y/n to someone new, a girl named Sarah. Sarah was charming, with a vivacious personality and a smile that could light up the entire room. It didn't take long for Mark and Sarah to become fast friends. They laughed together, talked for hours, and seemed inseparable themselves.

y/n watched from the shadows, her heart heavy with unspoken words. It was that moment when she realized that her love for Mark had deepened into something more, something she couldn't ignore. But she couldn't bring herself to jeopardize the beautiful friendship they had built over the years.

Time passed, and they graduated from high school. The day of their graduation ceremony was a bittersweet one for y/n. She wore her cap and gown with a smile that masked her inner turmoil. Mark and Sarah were standing together, sharing secrets and jokes. y/n joined in the laughter, pretending that her heart didn't ache with every passing moment.

As the night turned to day, they said their goodbyes. y/n watched Mark and Sarah exchange a hug that felt like a thousand blades piercing her heart. It was then that Mark turned to her, his eyes filled with genuine affection. "We've been through so much, y/n," he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "You're my best friend, and I'll always treasure that."

y/n managed to nod, her voice caught in her throat. She hugged him tightly, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. As they pulled away, she whispered, "You mean the world to me, Mark. Always have, always will."

Mark smiled, his heartwarming grin that had been the source of her happiness for so long, but now it was a cruel reminder of a love she could never have. "I hope we'll always be friends," he whispered, the words heavy with a weight y/n couldn't bear. As her heart longed to respond, it ached with the unspoken truth: Being friends will never be enough.

And just like that, the moment slipped away, unspoken words remaining locked within y/n's heart. She watched as Mark and Sarah walked away, hand in hand, towards their bright future.

Years would pass, and y/n's love for Mark remained unspoken, hidden in the depths of her heart. She had watched the boy she loved, the boy she had grown up with, walk away hand in hand with someone else. Their friendship remained, but her love remained unrequited, buried in the past like an untold story, forever aching in the corner of her heart.

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maxxxineminxxx · 7 months

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summer love || Eddie Munson

a/n: i am thinking about writing a few blurbs for this story like when Eddie realized he liked her and also maybe some memories from when they were young like when they first met. so let me know if you want those or if you have any other ideas.

summary : y/n hasnt returned to Hawkins since she was fourteen and on her first day back she bumps into her old childhood bestfriend who she hasnt spoken to or seen in years. They are having an amazing time until he asks one question. why didnt she return? warnings : fluff and some angst

Summer was your favorite time of year, cherishing the warm weather, the much needed break from school and being able to hangout with your friends whenever. But this summer was different. You had to visit your mom in Hawkins, Indiana and spend your summer there. The journey to Hawkins, Indiana, felt like a step into the past. The memories of those childhood visits were hazy, a blend of long-forgotten adventures and fleeting moments with your mom.

The small town welcomed you with friendly faces. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling of being almost a complete stranger here. The memories were distant, and much had changed since your last visit at the age of fourteen.

The first day was as fun as it could be in the small town where you arrived at forest hills trailer park. Your mom greeted you warmly, but quickly headed off to work, So you opted to explore your surroundings. You set out to revisit the old places that had once been your havens of adventure and wonder. The book store.

The bell tinkled gently as you entered the bookshop. The scent of aged paper and ink filled the air creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed to embrace every visitor. You made your way past rows of neatly arranged shelves. You began to read the titles of the romance novels running your fingers along the spines, drawn to the promise of captivating love stories.

A shiver ran down your spine as you continued to scan the titles in the romance section. The feeling of being watched hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't shake the sensation that someone's eyes were fixed on you. Your heart quickened its pace, and you discreetly glanced around, trying to identify the source of your unease.

When your eyes met another.Your eyes locked across the bookshop, his gaze intense. He stood amidst the fantasy section.A strange sense of familiarity washed over you, a feeling that you had encountered before, though you couldn't place when or where. His face held a familiarity that teased at the edges of my memory, like a half-remembered dream.

You broke eye contact and drew your attention back onto the book in your hands. Walking over to the cashier paying and walking straight out. As you were walking out you heard your name being called, turning around you saw him again. The guy in the bookstore.

“y/n” he said but it sounded more like a question almost as if he was unsure. “Yeah” I replied back, sounding just as unsure as he did. “Woah uh you look different… you look good not that you didn't look good before but i just haven't seen you in like so many years i wasn't sure if it was actually you but you are and wow” the boy rambled on rather fast, not even stopping for air.

His features slowly came into focus, and a rush of memories flooded back.

‘’ Eddie?’’ you screamed as you launched yourself into his arms and he hugged you back tightly.“You look so different, how have you been?” “Well you know, I could be better still stuck here, redoing senior year for the third time but other than that im just peachy’’ he said with a genuine laugh you smiled back at him. “Well third times the charm” you laugh. At that moment, you felt as happy as ever, grateful for this unexpected reunion.

It was a joyous moment, filled with laughter, as we strolled back to the trailer park, eagerly sharing stories and catching up on the last few years. you noticed a hint of disappointment flicker across his face every time you brought up a funny memory from your childhood. you did your best to brush it off, sensing there might be something more beneath the surface.

We sat down on my front porch and you looked over at him before he spoke. “Can i ask you a question y/n” you nodded your head.

“Why didn't you come back ? you told me you were coming back and that you would be here for the summer again, you came to hawkins every summer and then one day you just didn't show up. I waited for you at the bus stop and I wrote to you… but I never got a reply.”

The question you had been dreading finally surfaced. you looked up at him with a sad smile and let out a shaky sigh. " I didn't want to be your friend anymore. I only came here every summer to visit you, my mom didn't care if i was here or not though she most likely would of enjoyed it more if i had just stayed at my dads. We had been friends since we were six years old and i started to feel different okay?’’

1980 flashback

Today was Eddie's fourteenth birthday. You spent all morning making him the perfect chocolate cake that you knew he was going to absolutely devour in five minutes. You had spent all weekend trying to find the perfect gift for him and settled on the Lord of the Rings books which he had been talking about wanting forever. You put on your nicest sundress, curled your hair slightly and even did some basic makeup. You weren't sure what these new feelings were. Why did you all of a sudden feel the need to look your best infront of him? You shoved those feelings down and headed over to his trailer. Gift bag in one hand and cake in the other.

“Eddie” you screamed excitedly as the boy rushed out of the trailer to help you inside.

You placed the cake on the table and put his gift bag in front of him.you started singing happy birthday to him and he flushed red hugging you tightly.He was already eyeing the cake and bouncing with excitement. “You can open your gift first or we can eat cake first it's up to you birthday boy” you said to him

‘’ I can multitask, how about we do both” he replied, overjoyed, grabbing plates and digging into the cake. Then grabbing his gift bag and opening it.you watched as he looked at the books with nothing but happiness.

He jumped up from his chair and gave you a bone crushing hug lifting you from your chair.

“Eddie, I need air please’’ you said , hardly breathing at this point.

“Oh yeah sorry” he replied, letting you go and staring at you for a moment before thanking you a million times and placing kisses all over your face.you giggled uncontrollably and started pushing him away. You stared at him for a moment. Both of you are out of breath from laughing and smiles on your faces.

Were you in love with your best friend?

“ I'm really sorry eds” you said to him as he stared at you and hurt was all over his face.

“ i think- i think maybe i liked you” you told him truthfully he laughed softly The sadness that had clouded his face suddenly lifted, replaced by a glimmer of relief and understanding ‘’ i liked you too y/n” “ no eds not in a best friend kind of way… more than that’’ you said shyly

‘’ i know’’ he said looking at me happily

“ what- what do you mean you know? I never told you and I tried really hard not to show it too. Do you know how hard it was not to tell you ! i didn't want to ruin our friendship because i thought it would never work cause we only saw each other once a year for a couple days and there was no way you felt the same” you rambled quickly not stopping for air once before he put his hands onto your face and smiled at you. you looked at him for a second before quickly looking at his lips. His lips crashed into yours and you smiled into the kiss. You felt like you were fourteen again giggling like a school girl with her first crush.

In that very moment, you were overjoyed and you realized that the 14-year-old version of yourself had envisioned this scenario a million times, at the very least.It was a revelation you never saw coming. All those summers of concealing your feelings for the boy you had grown to care for more deeply than you had ever imagined possible were over. You didn't need to hide those emotions any longer, because it turned out he felt the same way.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson deserved better #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson au

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y2niki · 4 months

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# Chapstick <3

→ childhood friends 희승

warnings? character death, potentially ooc heeseung, mention of su1c1de

authors note: fem reader. around 1k words. sad ending

The sun was setting over the mountains when you felt the stick catch on the sides of the tube. A look of despair washes over your face when you realise your favourite chapstick was almost finished.

You'd had it since the start of this school year and it was like a part of you was saying goodbye to an old friend. It's been with you through the laughs of the classmates and the silent tears you shed alone. Now it was almost gone.

Suddenly, a voice breaks through your thoughts. It's a familiar voice you had known for years, it was Lee Heeseung.

'Hey! Don't forget to come to the graduation ceremony tomorrow!' He exclaimed, as his eyes gleamed. ‘Oh, right,' you mumbled, giving him a small smile. You had grown up in a small country town in the mountains together, always playing together and going on adventures. Now you were both graduating from high school.

Heeseung seemed to pick up on your distanced mood and asked, 'Are you okay?' You shook your head in response and told him about the chapstick. Heeseung looked at you with a sad glint in his eye. He knew the risks of you going too far in silence, but he wasn't about to give up that easily. He paused for a moment and then said, 'I have an idea. I overheard Sunoo saying that you were planning to end it as soon as your chapstick runs out. But I'm asking you this, until the chapstick runs out, will you fall in love with me and rethink your decisions?'

Your eyes widened in surprise, it had been a long time since you had felt that anyone had seen you, really seen you and wanted to fight to have you in their life. You looked at him with a mix of fear and anticipation and whispered, 'Yes.'

Heeseung smiled brilliantly and said, 'Let's go on a date then!' The day of the date finally arrived and you where so nervous it feels like you can't breathe properly, like the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out. Luckily, it's like no time has passed when you see Heeseung at the entrance of the cafe, the same lopsided smile on his face that you grew up watching.

When you sit down at the table, you both share a giggle, feeling a bit out of place but excited all the same. You both chat about your day and what you've been up to, the conversation never running dry.Heeseung orders a chocolate milkshake and when it arrives, he offers you the first sip. You take it with a smile, feeling your heart flutter as you press your lips against the straw. Heeseung smiles and grabs your hands. 'I'm happy you agreed to go on this date with me,' he says. You can barely find your voice to respond. You manage to say, 'Me too.'

Heeseung's eyes twinkle, and you both start talking about your favorite childhood memories. You talk about the time you ventured into the mountains together and how he raced ahead and almost got chased by the cow. Heeseung laughs. 'I remember that! I thought it was so cool until I actually got chased. Then not so much.'

And for the first time in a long time, you feel happy.

On your second date, you went to a cafe. You enjoyed sipping coffee while watching the people go by, and found yourselves laughing and joking around. Heeseung looked genuinely happy around you, and you couldn't help but think that life did have happy moments, if you pushed yourself to be in them. Days turned into cherished memories, but still the chapstick continues its inevitable descent towards emptiness. Its finality loomed, a silent countdown to a decision you never thought you'd revisit.

Slowly but surely, you realized that you were falling for Heeseung - the same person you'd been friends with your whole life. You were quite simply shocked at the thought of it, and you couldn't help but smile every time he was around.

On the last day of summer, you took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. 'I feel the same way,' you said. 'I'm falling for you too.' Heeseung's smile widened, and he leaned in to give you a soft kiss. You knew then that perhaps you two were meant to be. And as you two slowly fell in love, every single date seemed more magical than the last. In fact, the whole world seemed much brighter. Brighter even when you realised that it had been long since you finished your chapstick.

You looked at the empty chapstick tube in your hand, aching at the thought that you used to want to disappear. Part of you was happy you rethought you decisions, but another was scared about what was next.

Fate had other plans.

The next day, as you were walking to school, a car came speeding towards you. Heeseung jumped in front of it and pushed you out of the way, sacrificing himself for you. You ran over to him with tears streaming down your face, not believing that the one person who had given you a chance to live again had passed.

He took your hand and said, with a faint echo of a smile, 'You were worth saving.'And then he was gone.

Hours pass and you leave the hospital, unable to take in the sight of Heeseung any longer. You’re numb, unable to process what just happened, but you feel like you need to keep going. Heeseung’s last words keep echoing in your mind, and you make a promise to yourself to live up to them.

One year later, you were walking down the street, holding a chapstick in your hands. You were about to finish it, but you paused and tucked away the chapstick in a safe place. 'This one is for him,' you said softly, tenderly pressing it to your lips as if to remember every sweet moment that you shared together.

#y2niki #heeseung #enhypen niki #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #fanfic #enhypen au #heeseung angst #enhypen angst

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writtenbymkl · 1 year

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the love that had never been

pairing: best friend!jeno x fem! reader

word count: 5.1k

genres: angst, unrequited love, heartbreak

warnings: none

a/n: can you guys tell i love angst? like angst makes me so happy omg >.< hope you guys enjoy this small drabble :D

You're standing in the park, watching the leaves change color and fall to the ground. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to see Jeno, your longtime friend, and crush, standing behind you.

"Hey, Y/N," he says, smiling at you with his famous eye smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Just taking a walk," you reply, trying to hide the flutter in your heart at the sight of him.

"Mind if I join you?" Jeno asks, nodding towards the path.

"Of course not," you say, trying to hide your excitement.

As you walk together, you chat about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company. You feel your heart racing every time Jeno laughs at one of your jokes or brushes your arm accidentally.

As the sun begins to set and the sky turns pink and orange, Jeno turns to you and says, "You know, Y/N, I've been seeing someone lately."

Your heart sinks as you hear those words. You try to hide your disappointment, but you can feel the sadness and jealousy building up inside you.

"That's great, Jeno," you say, trying to sound happy for him.

"Yeah, she's really amazing," Jeno says, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "We have so much in common, and she's just so beautiful."

You try to keep a smile on your face, but inside you feel heartbroken. The idea of Jeno being with someone else, someone who's not you, feels like a stab in the chest.

As the two of you continue to walk, you feel a sense of distance between you. You try to hide your feelings, but it's hard to ignore the hurt you feel.

You know that this is the end of any chance of a romantic relationship between you and Jeno. But you also know that you'll never forget the way you feel about him, no matter how hard you try.

Nodding your head, you try to hold back your tears as you force yourself to ask more about Jeno's crush. "So, tell me more about her. What's she like?" you ask, hoping to distract yourself from your own feelings.

Jeno's face lights up as he begins to describe her in detail. "Well, her name is Sooyoung, and she's amazing. She's smart, funny, and kind. Plus, she's really, really beautiful,” Jeno gushes.

You listen to Jeno's words, feeling like each one is a dagger to your heart. It hurts to hear him talk so passionately about someone else, especially when you've been harboring feelings for him for so long.

You try to focus on the positive and tell yourself that at least Jeno is happy. But it's hard to push down the pain and the realization that the two of you will never be anything more than friends.

As the night falls and the stars come out, you and Jeno continue to walk in silence. You both know that the dynamic between you has shifted, and there's a sense of awkwardness that wasn't there before.

Finally, you stop and turn to face Jeno. "I'm happy for you, Jeno," you say, trying to sound genuine. "I hope things work out with Sooyoung."

"Thanks, Y/N," Jeno says, giving you a small smile. "I'm really lucky to have you as a friend. You're the best."

You force a smile and nod, knowing that the words "just friends" will always sting a little bit. But you also know that you'll always cherish your friendship with Jeno.

As you stand there, looking at Jeno, you feel a pang of regret in your chest. You had always harbored feelings for him, but you never had the courage to confess. And now, he had found someone else.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Jeno asks, noticing the change in your expression.

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just happy for you, that's all."

Jeno looks at you intently, as if trying to read your thoughts. "You know, Y/N, you can always talk to me. You're my best friend, and I want to be there for you."

You feel a lump in your throat, and for a moment, you consider telling him the truth. But then you remember how much you value his friendship, and you don't want to risk losing that.

"No, it's okay," you say, forcing a smile.

"I'm just being silly. Let's go home."

Jeno nods, and the two of you continue walking in silence. As you walk, you can't help but wonder what could have been if you had been brave enough to confess your feelings. But then you shake your head, knowing that it's too late now.

When you finally reach your doorstep, Jeno gives you a hug. "Thanks for walking with me tonight, Y/N. You're the best."

You smile, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Anytime, Jeno. Goodnight."

As you watch him walk away, you feel a sense of sadness wash over you. But you also know that you'll always cherish your friendship with Jeno, and you'll always be there for him, no matter what.

Just as Jeno is about to turn around and leave, he pauses and turns back to you.

"Hey Y/N, I just want to let you know that even though I'm with Sooyoung now, you'll always be my best friend," Jeno says, giving you a reassuring smile. "I know things are different now, but that doesn't mean our friendship will change. You'll always be important to me, and I hope you know that."

Tears start to well up in your eyes as you feel a sense of relief wash over you. "Thank you, Jeno. That means a lot to me," you say, feeling grateful for his words.

"I mean it," Jeno says, his smile widening. "I know we've been through a lot together, and I value our friendship more than anything. So don't worry about being replaced, because you won't be. You'll always have a special place in my heart."

You smile, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his words. "Thank you, Jeno. I'm really glad we're friends."

"Me too, Y/N," Jeno says, giving you another hug. "Now go get some rest, okay? We'll hang out again soon."

After Jeno leaves, you stand there for a moment, taking in his words. You feel a sense of relief knowing that he still values your friendship, but at the same time, you can't help but feel a sense of sadness.

You slowly make your way to your room, closing the door behind you. You sit on your bed and let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of your emotions start to catch up to you.

Memories of your time with Jeno flood your mind - the laughter, the inside jokes, the shared moments of vulnerability. You remember all the times you wished for something more, but never had the courage to speak up.

Tears start to flow down your cheeks as you realize that things will never be the same again. You can't deny the fact that you still have feelings for Jeno, but at the same time, you know that you'll have to accept that he didn’t choose you.

You pull out your phone and scroll through your photos, looking at all the pictures of you and Jeno together. You come across a photo of the two of you sitting on a park bench, laughing at something silly. You can't help but smile at the memory, but at the same time, it breaks your heart.

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts and emotions, you realize that you need to take some time for yourself. You wipe away your tears and take a deep breath, reminding yourself that your friendship with Jeno is still important, even if it's not what you hoped for.

With that thought in mind, you slowly start to drift off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will bring a renewed sense of hope and perspective.

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You try your best to put your emotions aside and focus on the present. You spend time with your other friends, trying to enjoy their company, and forget about Jeno for a little while.

But as you're walking through the park, you see something that makes your heart sink. You spot Jeno and Sooyoung walking hand in hand, their heads close together in conversation.

You try to look away, but your eyes keep darting back to them. You watch as they sit down on a bench, Sooyoung giggling at something Jeno says.

A pang of jealousy and sadness hits you hard, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like if it were you sitting there with Jeno instead.

You turn away and try to compose yourself, taking a deep breath and reminding yourself that you need to move on. But deep down, you know that it won't be easy.

As the day goes on, you try your best to distract yourself, but your mind keeps wandering back to Jeno and Sooyoung. You can't help but feel a sense of bitterness towards Sooyoung, even though you know it's not fair.

As the night falls, you find yourself once again lost in your thoughts. You wonder if Jeno and Sooyoung are still together, if they're happy, if Jeno still thinks of you as just a friend.

You pull out your phone and start scrolling through your messages, hoping to find some comfort in the conversations you've had with Jeno. But as you go through your messages, you realize that you haven't talked to him in a while.

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should reach out to him. But ultimately, you decide against it, knowing that it's not your place to interfere with his new relationship.

You let out a deep sigh and put your phone down, feeling a sense of sadness wash over you. You know that you need to accept the fact that things have changed between you and Jeno, but it's easier said than done.

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The next day, you decide to meet up with your friend Chenle for coffee. As you sit down with him at a cozy cafe, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort being around him.

"So, how are you doing?" Chenle asks, sensing that something is bothering you.

You hesitate for a moment before deciding to open up to him. "I saw Jeno and Sooyoung on a date yesterday," you admit, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Chenle's expression softens as he listens to you. "I'm sorry, Y/N. That must have been tough to see."

You nod, feeling grateful for his understanding. "I just...I don't know how to deal with these feelings," you say, feeling the weight of your emotions start to catch up to you.

Chenle places a comforting hand on your arm. "It's okay to feel what you're feeling. It's natural to be sad and jealous. But remember, Jeno still cares about you, even if it's not in the way you want him to."

You nod, taking in his words. "I know. It's just hard to see him with someone else."

Chenle gives you a sympathetic smile. "I understand. But try to focus on the good memories you've shared with him. Remember that he still values your friendship, and that's something special."

You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. "Thanks, Chenle. You always know how to make me feel better."

As you leave the cafe and start walking back home, you feel a renewed sense of strength and perspective. You know that it won't be easy seeing Jeno and Sooyoung again, but you're determined to face it with grace and maturity.

And as luck would have it, you don't have to wait long. Just as you're turning the corner to your apartment, you spot Jeno and Sooyoung walking towards you, hand in hand.

Your heart sinks as you see Jeno and Sooyoung walking towards you. You try your best to remain calm and composed, not wanting to show any signs of weakness or jealousy.

"Hey, Y/N!" Jeno calls out, his face lighting up as he sees you.

"Hey, Jeno," you say, forcing a smile.

"Sooyoung, this is my friend Y/N," Jeno introduces you to her.

You force yourself to make eye contact with Sooyoung and give her a polite nod. "Nice to meet you," you say, trying to sound genuine.

Sooyoung gives you a small smile in return. "Likewise."

The three of you make small talk for a few minutes before Jeno and Sooyoung bid you farewell, continuing on their way. As you watch them walk away, hand in hand, you can't help but feel a twinge of sadness and jealousy.

But you also know that you need to move on and focus on your own life. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that your friendship with Jeno is still valuable, even if it's not the romantic relationship you may have hoped for.

As you walk back to your apartment, you take a moment to reflect on the conversation you had with Chenle. You realize that he was right - it's important to focus on the good memories you've shared with Jeno, and to cherish the friendship that you still have with him.

You decide to take his advice and make plans to hang out with Jeno as friends. As you text him to make plans, you can't help but feel a sense of nervousness and uncertainty. But at the same time, you know that it's important to face your fears and move forward.

As you're texting Jeno to make plans, he replies back with an apologetic tone.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry but I won't be able to hang out this weekend. I have plans with Sooyoung," he texts.

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you try your best to hide it. "Oh, it's okay. Have fun with her!" you text back, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Thanks, Y/N! Maybe we can hang out next weekend?" Jeno offers.

On one hand, you're happy that Jeno still wants to hang out with you as friends. On the other hand, it's hard to shake off the feeling of rejection and jealousy.

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As the next few days go by, you notice that Jeno has been busy with Sooyoung.

He forgets to reply to your messages and it's been a while since you last hung out. You try not to take it personally, but it's hard not to feel a sense of disappointment.

Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months. You and Jeno continue to drift apart, and you realize that your friendship isn't what it used to be. You see pictures of Jeno and Sooyoung on social media, and it's clear that they're happy together.

You try to be happy for them, but a part of you can't help but feel envious. You wonder what it would have been like if things had turned out differently, and if Jeno had chosen you instead of Sooyoung.

But deep down, you know that dwelling on the past won't do any good. You realize that it's time to let go and move on, even if it means accepting that your friendship with Jeno may never be the same.

One day, you run into Jeno unexpectedly at a coffee shop. You haven't seen him in a while, and it takes you by surprise.

"Hey, Jeno! Long time no see," you greet him, trying to sound friendly.

"Hey, Y/N," Jeno replies, looking a bit uncomfortable. "How have you been?"

"I've been good," you reply, smiling. "What about you? How's everything with Sooyoung?"

"It's been great, thanks for asking," Jeno says, but you can't help but notice that his tone sounds a bit distant.

You decide to confront him about it. "Hey, is everything okay?" you ask, sensing that something is off.

Jeno hesitates for a moment before finally speaking. "Look, Y/N, I'm sorry. I know I've been distant lately, but things with Sooyoung are really great and I just haven't had much time for anything else."

You feel a surge of anger and disappointment. "So that's it? You're just going to ignore our friendship because you have a girlfriend?" you snap, unable to hold back your frustration any longer.

Jeno looks taken aback by your sudden outburst. "No, it's not like that, Y/N. I just..."

"Just what, Jeno?" you interrupt, feeling hurt. "I thought we were friends, but it seems like you only care about your new relationship."

Jeno's expression softens as he takes a step closer to you. "Y/N, please don't say that. You know you mean a lot to me, and I would never intentionally hurt you."

You look away, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, you understand that Jeno has the right to pursue his own happiness. But on the other hand, you can't help feeling neglected and forgotten.

"I know you're happy with Sooyoung," you say finally, "but that doesn't mean you should forget about your other friends."

Jeno fidgets with his hands, not meeting your gaze. "I know I messed up, Y/N. I should have kept in touch with you. But things got really busy with work and my relationship with Sooyoung, and I just didn't have much time for anything else."

You cross your arms, feeling your anger flare up. "That's not an excuse, Jeno. You could have at least answered my texts or called me back."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Jeno says, finally looking up at you. "I didn't mean to ignore you, but I guess I just got caught up in everything else."

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. "I understand that you have a lot going on, but that doesn't mean you can just forget about your friends. You hurt me, Jeno. You ignored me for months and never bothered to check in."

"I know, and I feel terrible about it," Jeno says, looking genuinely contrite. "I promise I'll make it up to you. We can hang out more, catch up on everything that's been happening."

You shake your head, feeling skeptical. "It's not that simple, Jeno. You can't just brush off months of ignoring me and expect everything to go back to normal. I need to know that I matter to you."

Jeno nods, looking serious. "You do matter to me, Y/N. I'm sorry for what I did, and I'll do my best to make it right. Just tell me what you need from me."

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolution. "I need you to be there for me, Jeno. To be a good friend and not disappear every time something else comes up."

“I can do that again, I swear.” He pleads.

As Jeno talks, you find yourself torn. On one hand, you're glad he's finally acknowledging his mistake and trying to make things right. But on the other hand, you're not sure if you're ready to forgive him just yet. You can't help but remember how hurt and neglected you felt when he ignored you for months, and how it made you question your friendship.

You listen to Jeno's words carefully, but your mind is still clouded with doubt. You're not even sure if you still like him the way you used to. Maybe things have changed too much between you, and it's too late to go back to the way things were.

"I appreciate you apologizing, Jeno," you say finally, "but I need some time to think about all of this. I'm not sure if I'm ready to forgive you just yet."

Jeno's expression changes as he hears your words. He had expected you to forgive him right away, and now he was beginning to feel frustrated.

"How much time do you need, Y/N?" he asks, his voice tinged with annoyance. "I apologized, what more do you want from me?"

You look at him, surprised by his sudden change in tone. "I just need some time to think, Jeno," you say calmly. "I can't just forgive you right away after everything that happened. I need to be sure that things won't go back to the way they were."

Jeno sighs, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "I just don't understand why you're still so angry with me. I've apologized, I've tried to make things right. What more do you want?"

You feel a surge of anger as Jeno expresses his frustration. You can't believe he has the audacity to be upset with you when he's the one who hurt you.

"I can't believe you're getting upset with me," you say, your voice rising. "You're the one who ignored me for months and forgot to ever answer my texts! You have no right to be upset with me."

Jeno takes a deep breath and speaks up again. "Y/N, I understand that I hurt you and I'm sorry for that. But it's not like you were completely innocent in all of this either. You could have tried harder to reach out to me too, you know."

You feel your anger flare up again at Jeno's accusation. "What are you talking about, Jeno? I texted you so many times and you never replied. I tried to hang out with you, but you always had some excuse. How is that not trying hard enough?"

Jeno looks at you, his eyes flashing with frustration. "I'm not saying you didn't try at all, but you could have tried harder. You could have called me or come over to my place. You could have made more of an effort to stay in touch with me."

You shake your head, feeling defensive. "I did try, Jeno. I tried so hard to reach out to you, but you never responded. It's not fair for you to put all the blame on me."

An impulsive feeling rises within you when you suddenly blurt out, "I can't believe I like someone like you!"

Jeno looks taken aback, clearly surprised by your confession. "What do you mean, Y/N?"

You realize what you've said and feel embarrassed. But you know there’s no escape from this and that you have to confront your feelings. "I-I mean, it's just that... I used to have feelings for you, but I've moved on since then." You know you’re lying and that Jeno also knows because you’re not a very good liar.

Jeno is taken aback by your confession. "I had no idea, Y/N. I'm sorry if I ever gave you the wrong impression," he says, looking genuinely surprised. "I just didn't realize that you felt that way."

You shake your head, feeling embarrassed. "It doesn't matter now. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry."

Jeno looks at you with concern. "No, don't be sorry. It's just...I don't know what to say. I care about you, Y/N, but I'm with Sooyoung now. I don't want to hurt you even more."

Jeno takes a deep breath, trying to process everything. "Look, Y/N, I think maybe you're just confused about your feelings," he says gently. "We've been friends for a long time, and sometimes those feelings can get mixed up with something else. I don't want to discount what you're feeling, but I think it's important for us to be honest with each other."

You shake your head, feeling tears forming in your eyes. "I don't know, Jeno. I'm just so confused. I thought I was over you, but seeing you again has brought back all these old feelings. And now, with everything that's happened between us, I don't even know if I want to be friends anymore."

Jeno looks taken aback by your words, unsure of what to say. "Y/N, I...I don't know what to say," he stammers, his expression conflicted. "I care about you a lot, but I'm with Sooyoung now and I don't want to hurt her or ruin what we have."

"I understand that, Jeno," you reply, feeling a lump forming in your throat. "But if you can't accept that I like you and still want to be friends, then maybe we can't talk anymore. I can't keep pretending that I don't have these feelings."

Jeno looks torn, his eyes flickering with emotion. "I don't want to lose our friendship, Y/N," he says finally. "But I also can't deny my feelings for Sooyoung. Can't we find a way to make this work?"

You shake your head, feeling the tears starting to fall again. "I don't know, Jeno. Maybe we can't. Maybe it's just too complicated."

Jeno's face falls at your words, and you can see the hurt in his eyes. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N," he whispers, reaching out to touch your hand. "But I don't know if I can be what you want me to be."

You pull your hand away, feeling a surge of pain. "I don't want you to be anything other than yourself, Jeno," you say, your voice shaking. "I just...I need to figure out what I want and what's best for me."

Jeno nods slowly, his gaze downcast. "I understand. But please, Y/N, don't shut me out completely. I still want to be there for you, even if things are different between us now."

But a sudden realization hits you and it’s that you don’t want things to be different anymore. You want freedom from this unrequited love and if it means letting Jeno go, then so be it.

Tears start to stream down your face. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” Jeno hurriedly asks. “You can’t be friends with me anymore? Is that it?” You can only nod and look away.

Jeno looks at you, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. "Y/N, please don't do this," he pleads. "I know I messed up, but I still want to be your friend. I don't want to lose you."

You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "I'm sorry, Jeno. I can't do this anymore. I can't handle the heartbreak. I need to let you go."

Jeno's expression falls, his eyes filling with tears. "Is this really what you want, Y/N? To just throw away our friendship like this?"

"It's not what I want," you choke out, "but it's what I need to do for my own well-being. I can't keep holding onto something that hurts me so much."

Jeno looks at you with pleading eyes, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "But I don't want to lose you, Y/N. You're my best friend, and I can't imagine my life without you."

"I understand that, Jeno," you reply softly, "but I need to put myself first. Our friendship has been toxic for a while now, and I can't keep ignoring the way it's been making me feel."

Jeno takes a step closer to you, his voice desperate. "Please, Y/N. We can work through this. We can fix things. Just give me a chance."

You take a deep breath, tears streaming down your face. "I wish it was that simple, Jeno. But I've tried to fix things before, and it always ends up the same way. I can't keep putting myself through this pain."

Jeno's expression falls even further, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize how much I was hurting you. Please forgive me."

You shake your head, the pain in your heart almost too much to bear. "It's not about forgiveness, Jeno. It's about doing what's best for me. And right now, that means walking away from our friendship."

Jeno's eyes widen in shock, his hand reaching out to grab yours. "No, Y/N. Please don't do that. I just said can't imagine my life without you in it. I can't forgive you if you walk away from me like this."

You feel a lump forming in your throat, the tears flowing freely now. "I'm sorry, Jeno. I can't keep living in this cycle of hurt and disappointment. I need to take care of myself first."

Jeno's shoulders slump, his eyes downcast. "I understand. But please know that I can't forgive myself either if you walk away from me like this."

You just cry harder, the weight of your decision heavy on your shoulders. "I'm sorry, Jeno. But I can't change my mind. I need to put myself first for once."

Jeno's face falls even more, his shoulders drooping in defeat. His eyes are filled with hurt and confusion, as if he can't comprehend why you're choosing to leave him behind.

You can see the pain etched on his face, and your heart breaks all over again. You've never wanted to hurt Jeno, but you know deep down that this is the right decision for you.

"I'm sorry, Jeno," you say again, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know this is hard, but please try to understand."

Jeno nods silently, his eyes still fixed on the ground. You can tell that he's struggling to keep his emotions in check, and it breaks your heart to see him like this.

You stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity, both of you lost in your own thoughts and feelings. The air between you is heavy and thick, charged with the weight of your unspoken emotions.

As you turn to leave, Jeno finally speaks up, his voice choked with emotion. "I don't know how to make this right, Y/N. I just want you to know that I care about you, and I'll always be here if you need me."

You nod, unable to find the words to respond. You know that Jeno is hurting just as much as you are, and it breaks your heart to see him so dejected and upset.

With one final glance back at Jeno, you turn and walk away, the tears still streaming down your face. It's not the ending you wanted, but it's the one that you know in your heart is necessary.

The memories of your time with Jeno flood your mind. You remember the laughter, the late-night talks, and the moments when you felt like nothing could ever come between you two.

You had learned that sometimes love isn't enough, and that timing is everything. You had learned that it's important to take risks, even if they scare you. And most of all, you had learned that sometimes, the people we love aren't meant to be in our lives forever.

It was a painful lesson, but it was one that you would carry with you for the rest of your life. And even though Jeno was no longer a part of your life, you knew that he would always hold a special place in your heart.

As you got into your car, you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath. Life would go on, and you would go on with it. But no matter where you went, or what you did, you would always remember the boy who had once been your best friend, and the love that had never been.

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mysticalstuff · 4 months

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Hello there loves :> you’re basically my favorite now. Can I request a Chandler Bing with a secret relationship with reader. It’s a secret because reader is very much younger than Chandler. And I would love to see how you would write their story as a couple with a huge age difference.

Thank you! And this is absolutely done. Also, I didn’t know if dialogue was wanted, but I felt that no dialogue would be best for this type of story.

Unbreakable Love-

(Chandler Bing x Younger! Reader)

Chandler Bing, known for his sarcastic wit and quirky sense of humor, found himself unexpectedly falling for someone much younger than him. Reader, a vibrant and intelligent individual, had caught Chandler's eye from the moment they met. But their age difference created a barrier that kept their feelings hidden from the world. It all started one fateful summer day in Central Perk. Reader had just finished college and was celebrating their graduation with friends. Chandler, who happened to be there, couldn't help but be drawn to Reader's infectious smile. They struck up a casual conversation, quickly realizing how well they clicked. Days turned into weeks, and Chandler and Reader began spending more and more time together. Their connection grew stronger with each passing moment. However, they both knew that their relationship had to remain secret due to the significant age gap. Society's judgment loomed over them like a dark cloud, adding an element of thrill to their romance.

Late-night phone calls and stolen moments became the norm for Chandler and Reader. They cherished these clandestine encounters, knowing that they were the only ones who truly understood the depth of their connection. It wasn't about the age, but rather the way they made each other feel alive. Chandler's friends suspected something was going on. His best friend, Joey, caught a glimpse of Chandler smiling at his phone after chatting with Reader. Their curiosity fueled Chandler and Reader's desire to keep their relationship under wraps. The secrecy only heightened their passion, making every stolen moment count. On one particular evening, Chandler and Reader found themselves wandering through the city streets, hand in hand. The air crackled with electricity as they reveled in the freedom of their love. They laughed, shared dreams, and whispered sweet nothings to one another, silently hoping that no one would discover their secret.

But as fate would have it, secrets have a way of being exposed. One day, Joey accidentally stumbled upon a heartfelt letter written by Chandler to Reader, revealing the depth of their affection. Joey, being Joey, confronted Chandler about it. With trepidation, Chandler decided it was time to face the truth. He opened up to his friends, explaining how he had found love in the most unexpected place. Concerned for their friend, they tried to understand this unconventional relationship. Despite their initial reservations, Chandler's friends eventually saw the genuine love radiating from him whenever Reader was around. They realized that age was just a number, and true connections transcended societal norms. Chandler and Reader's secret relationship slowly began to find its place in the open. They faced judgment and whispers but refused to let it define them. Love knows no boundaries, and Chandler and Reader were determined to prove that. Years passed, and their love story grew stronger. Chandler's humor complemented Reader's youthful spirit, while Reader's maturity grounded Chandler in ways he never imagined possible. Together, they built a life filled with laughter, understanding, and unconditional love. And lastly, marriage would be set upon them.

Hopefully you enjoyed!

#fanfic #romance #sfw agere #chandler bing #chandler bing x reader #friends #friends series #age g4p

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megururus · 2 years

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matching bracelets ￤ meguru bachira

cw : meguru being meguru and embarrassing the reader just tad bit! teeth rotting fluff??

a/n : this is my first post on herebsix and it's dedicated to my numba one for his BDAYYY!!!! hopefully this is not toe like eww?? but ya enjoy it!

( august 8 — 8:08pm )

bachira meguru loves to make it known to everyone that it’s his birthday. he loves every single thing about it from the beginning of the day, all the way up to the very last milliseconds of the last hour.

he loves starting off his day waking up to ‘happy birthday meguru!’ texts from family, friends, neighbors, and most importantly, you.

though he adores the thoughtful presents, small parties, and treats he’s gifted throughout the day celebrating his birth, nothing is as beautiful as a gift as spending his special day with you!

and that’s where we are lead to now, a beautiful scene it is truly. the two of you entangled with one another’s bodies on the comfortable mattress. the movie you both had put on initially was now nothing as mere background noise for you both. the two of you laid, speaking about nothing else, but meguru’s special day.

"i love the new cleats my aunt got me, ive been wanting a pair in that color!" meguru said, though it came out more as muffled words, since his head was situated in the crook of your neck.

you hummed, "i thought the new painting supplies your mom got you would've been your favorite gift, no?"

meguru readjusted himself, making it so he could look at you, “i do love it! i’m just saving my favorite for a certain, special gift…”

you knew what he was hinting towards. he meant the birthday gift you have yet to give him.

nerves taking over you, you bit the inside of your cheek, and spoke up hesitantly, “i…i do have a gift for you, it’s just that…”

your voice slightly trailed off, noticing the big grin that etched its way onto meguru’s face in the corner of your eye.

“just what?”

a defeated sigh came from your mouth, you turned your head to fully face him, “it’s just that it’s silly, ‘nd i don’t know if you’ll even like it…”

meguru stared at you for a moment, before erupting into a melodious laugh. your lips pouted slightly as he continued his laughing fit. you laid there confused as to why he began to laugh so abruptly.

“y/n,” he started once his laughter had died down to small giggles. he placed his warm hand on your cheek and smiled so genuinely it almost made your heart explode. “i’m going to love anything you give me! you could give me mud and i’d still love it, maybe i’ll be like ‘what the heck?’, but i would cherish that mud till end of time because you gave it to me!”

you placed your hand on top of the one he had placed on your cheek and laughed. his stupid way of comforting you worked, and you absolutely adored him for that.

“okay, okay,” you said after dying down your own laughter. you scooted off his bed and walked over to your bag that laid in the corner of his room. after some digging, you pulled out a small, yellow pouch.

“it’s nothing too big, just something small,” you light-heartedly warned, walking back over to the bed. you sat on the edge of it while meguru leaned his back against the headboard.

he smiled, “i’m sure i’m gonna love it!”

you chuckled, holding out your hand, signaling for him to put his arm out, which he did not understand. he placed his hand in yours and laced your fingers together.

“no! give me your wrist!” you said, eyebrows knitting together. “and close your eyes!”

“oh!”

he corrected himself and followed your orders, closing his eyes tightly. he felt something cold wrap around his wrists, a bracelet obviously.

“okay, open!” you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously as you saw him open his eyes and investigate the new bracelet that sat on his wrist.

it was gold, probably not real, but it had the same gold coloring. hanging so delicately from the band, was a small dolphin shaped charm.

meguru looked at the jewelry with pure admiration and love, “a dolphin charm!”

he brought the bracelet closer to his face, closely examining it. a shy smile soon made its way to your lips, “do you like it? i can return it—!”

“no, i love it! i love it so much you have no idea!” he interrupted you, looking at your still reluctant face. “really, i do.”

“okay, good because we have matching ones,” you pulled up the sleeve of your (meguru’s) hoodie to reveal the same bracelet, but yours had a small sea-horse charm, differing from his dolphin one.

somehow, his eyes sparkled even more than before seeing the matching set you both wore. he tackled you into a hug, resulting in your back softly hitting the mattress.

“this is the perfect gift, y/n,” he mumbled while he laid in the crook of your neck. “i told you i would love it!”

you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a small squeeze, “shhh, i was just nervous!”

he lifted his head so he was hovering above you properly, “there’s no need to be nervous around me or what you think my thoughts are, okay?”

you softly smiled at the boy, which he mirrored, “okay.”

moving your hands from his back to his face, you placed both of your hands on his warm cheeks. you lifted your body up a bit to close the distance between you both, eagerly placing your lips onto his. meguru’s lips felt soft, and it felt like they sat perfectly against yours, which they did.

a satisfying hum came from your throat, breaking off the quick kiss. meguru pouted, “rude!”

“i can only kiss you for so long, meguru! i need to breathe ya know?!”

“‘kay then i’ll just kiss you like this!” he leaned down once more and happily peppered your face with kisses. not one spot was left un—kissed.

“meguru, stop! it tickles,” you laughed, as he continued to press soft kisses to your face.

you pushed his face away, continuing to laugh at the lingering, tickling feeling his lips left on your skin.

he looked at you with pure love as he watched you laugh. he smiled to himself, thinking about how he had to be the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you by his side, especially on a special day like today.

“i love you,” he softly said.

“i love you too,” you replied.

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Too Sweet - Chapter 7: Whiskey Neat

The days leading up to Sara's wedding flew by, and now we were on the day of her bachelorette party. Her apartment was filled with a vibrant atmosphere of anticipation as we helped her get ready. Ellie and I had planned a special night out at a club to celebrate the end of her single life.

As Sara got ready, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and excitement. She was radiant, and her happiness was contagious. As we helped with the final touches to her look, we shared memories and fun moments we had shared together over the years. It was amazing to see our friend about to take this important step in her life.

When Sara was ready, we headed out together towards the club, eager for the night ahead. The place was buzzing, with colorful lights and pulsating music. Sara was warmly welcomed by her friends, and the party started with an emotional toast to friendship and love.

The night was a true celebration, and Sara shone like the star of the evening. Ellie had invited Dina, who was a lovely addition to the group. Her positive energy and contagious smile added even more joy to the celebration. Amidst laughter, lively conversations, and plenty of drinks, the mood was one of pure relaxation and fun.

Ellie was at the bar with Dina, her smile contagious as she noticed my glances. She raised the glass of whisky in her hand in a friendly gesture, inviting me to join them. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and camaraderie, and I instantly felt welcomed by her warm hospitality.

With a smile on my face, I approached the bar and joined Ellie and Dina. The atmosphere was lively and full of energy, and I felt grateful to be part of that special night. Ellie greeted me with a warm hug, expressing how happy she was that I had joined them.

"Hi, sweetie, are you having fun?" her voice was sweet and gentle, I nestled into her embrace and replied yes. "You look very beautiful today," she whispered in my ear.

"You look beautiful too," I whispered back, feeling a pleasant warmth spread over me. Her compliment made me feel special and loved, and I cherished every moment with her.

"You two are so cute together, like opposites attract," Dina commented, taking a sip of her colorful drink.

As I ordered another sweet drink, I smiled at Ellie and Dina, and the question about Jesse slipped from my lips. Ellie wrapped her arm around my waist as we sat on the bar stools.

"How are things with Jesse?" I asked, looking at Dina with curiosity.

Dina smiled, her eyes shining with love and enthusiasm. "They're going really well, thanks for asking," she replied. "Actually, we're planning to move in together soon. Do you know any realtors?"

My heart filled with joy upon hearing Dina's good news. "That's wonderful!" I exclaimed, genuinely happy for her. "I'm so happy for you both. And as for the realtor, I can look into it and give you some recommendations soon."

As we danced on the dance floor, the early hours of the morning quickly approached. Sara, already quite lively and somewhat intoxicated, laughed and played without a care in the world. Ellie held me close to her, and I could feel the comforting warmth of her embrace.

"I think this bachelorette party was really great, don't you?" Ellie commented as she held me close to her. I buried my head in her neck and agreed with her. She smelled of something sweet and pure whiskey. "Do you want to spend the night at my place?"

"It would be great to spend the night at your place," I replied, appreciating the idea of continuing this memorable night alongside Ellie. The prospect of more laughter, conversations, and shared moments filled me with joy, and I knew this would be a night to remember.

The cool night breeze caressed our faces as Ellie held my hand, guiding us out of the club. Under the starlight, we waited for the taxi to arrive, enveloped in a comforting embrace.

Our hearts still pulsated with the energy of the party, and I felt grateful to have Ellie by my side, sharing this special experience. Her touch was comforting, and I allowed myself to sink even deeper into her embrace as we waited.

As the taxi approached, Ellie opened the door, and together we settled into the back seat. The warmth of the vehicle contrasted with the nighttime breeze, but Ellie's embrace continued to keep me warm.

As the taxi traversed the quiet streets of the city, I felt at peace, enveloped in Ellie's company. It didn't matter where we were going; I knew we would be together, ready to continue this night of celebration and camaraderie.

Inside the elevator, the atmosphere was calm and intimate, contrasting with the hustle and bustle of the night outside. With a soft sigh, I leaned against the mirror, watching diffuse reflections dancing to the rhythm of the floor numbers.

Ellie stood in front of me, and I gently lifted my head to look at her from a better angle. She was slightly taller than me, but that only made the sight even more comforting. Her eyes met mine, radiating warmth and camaraderie, and for a moment, I felt a wave of gratitude for having her by my side.

She held my face gently, I closed my eyes and felt her lips on mine, it was soft and warm, with a slightly bitter taste due to the drinks, but it was so good to kiss her. The initial softness of the kiss gave way to an overwhelming intensity, a fire that burned between us, fueled by passion and desire. My hands roamed her neck and got lost in her hair, while hers explored my body, leaving a trail of heat wherever they went.

Each touch was electrifying, each caress a flame that consumed us, enveloping us in a frenzy of emotion and desire. We were immersed in a whirlwind of sensations, completely surrendering to the intensity of the moment. The heat between us was palpable, a burning energy that enveloped us and consumed us, leaving us breathless and wanting more. Each moment was a dance of passion and lust, a unique and overwhelming experience that united us in a deep and unforgettable way.

Our bodies moved in harmony, as if dancing an intimate and passionate dance. And in the midst of this whirlwind of sensations, I knew I was exactly where I belonged, in Ellie's arms, lost in a sea of heat and desire that only she could awaken in me. The heat between us continued to grow as the elevator doors opened, and Ellie let go of me for a moment, leaving me with a feverish body of desire. As soon as we entered her apartment, she wasted no time and attacked my lips with overwhelming passion.

Everything became a delicious mess of kisses and scattered pieces of clothing throughout the rooms. Our hands eagerly explored each other's contours, as we completely surrendered to the intensity of the moment. Ellie was so soft and smooth to the touch, each caress sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. Every kiss was an explosion of sensations, proof of the overwhelming desire that consumed us.

"I'm going to make you melt under my fingers," Ellie's sensual tone sent a shiver of excitement through my entire body, and I felt pulsating with anticipation as she quickly turned me over on the bed, making me lie on my stomach. Her movements were agile and confident, and I completely surrendered to her leadership. I felt her delicate hand sliding my panties to the side, exposing my sensitive skin.

A moan escaped my lips as her long fingers touched me, exploring me with a skill that left me breathless. Each touch was an explosion of pleasure, each movement making me moan and writhe with desire. I lost myself in the sensation of ecstasy as she delved into me, completely filling me and taking me to the brink of pleasure. Under Ellie's dominion, I felt like a work of art being molded by talented hands, surrendering to the heat and intensity of the moment. Each movement was an expression of unrestrained passion, a tribute to the overwhelming desire that consumed us.

And as she brought me to the brink of ecstasy, I completely surrendered to pleasure, lost in a whirlwind of sensations that only she could awaken in me. It was a moment of pure surrender and lust, an experience I would never forget. I gave myself entirely to Ellie, allowing her to take me to ecstasy as many times as she wanted. Every moment was an explosion of pleasure, and I found myself delirious in her presence, lost in a whirlwind of intense sensations.

Our naked bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and desire that completely enveloped us. Every touch of her skillful hands was like an electric shock of pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy throughout my being.

Her warm breath on my skin only intensified the sensation of closeness and intimacy between us. I felt connected to her in a deep and primal way, completely surrendering to the lust and desire that consumed us. Every touch from Ellie was like an explosion of pleasure that ran through my entire body, leaving me craving for more. I felt her hungry lips on my most sensitive part, and my fingers desperately gripped the sheets as I surrendered to the ecstasy she provided. Her skillful tongue explored every inch of me, sending waves of pleasure through every fiber of my being. While her fingers skillfully penetrated me, her mouth worked in sync to bring me to the edge of pleasure. I saw stars blinking before my eyes, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation that enveloped me. Every movement of hers was a symphony of pleasure, a masterpiece of lust and desire that left me longing for more.

"Come for me, sweetie," Ellie's words echoed in my mind, sending a wave of excitement throughout my body. Her movements intensified, bringing me even closer to the brink of absolute pleasure. I moaned her name as a plea, an expression of the overwhelming desire burning within me.

I allowed myself to be carried away by the overwhelming sensation that enveloped me, completely surrendering to the imminent explosion of ecstasy. Then, like an avalanche of pleasure, climax hit me with overwhelming intensity, leaving me breathless and trembling with pleasure. Every fiber of my being was flooded by a wave of indescribable sensations, leading me to a state of pure and absolute ecstasy.

"Even your taste is sweet, darling. I'll trade my favorite drink for you; you're my new favorite flavor."

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