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auideas · 8 months

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Can I use your hanahaki AU???? I promise I'll give you proper credits. I would be grateful if you'll agree.

Of course! Any and all prompts here on AUideas are fair game -- we've posted them with the intent to share and spark new ideas, so asking for permission is unnecessary. What we do ask, though, is that you make sure to credit us with the original concept so others can find us and be equally-excited about starting their own writing.

As a thank you, here's a list of some new and interesting Hanahaki Disease AUs!

Confused about what Hanahaki's is? Here's a link from Fanlore that explains it in more detail, but the TL;DR is that if Character A has an unrequited love / crush on Character B but Character B doesn't feel the same way, Character A's lungs will slowly fill with flowers until the petals expel from their mouth. Needless to say, this is usually deadly...

In a world where Hanahaki's Disease was spreading like wildfire, Character A watched the news as the CDC decreed a ban on social media for the safety of the public -- fans had been developing fatal cases of Hanahaki's Disease for celebrities and influencers who could never possibly love them back.

Character A has been inflicted with Hanahaki's Disease; they just couldn't control themselves, and when they see their crush (Character B) in public, Character A has an attack. When the petals are finally cleared away by passersby and they can draw in a strained breath, they look up from where they'd fallen and see that they're in the arms of Character B who stares down at them with conflicted eyes. Character B can't help but be concerned for Character A's safety, but the type of flower petal Character A is producing has their favorite scent, and it's taking everything they have to not see if Character A's mouth tastes as good as it smells.

As a divergence of the classic Hanahaki's Disease concept, this universe manifests certain flower types based on the quality of the crushee's heart; the worse a person they are, the more pain and torment the afflicted will experience (thorns, thick roots, putrid smells, etc.). This developed as a safety mechanism to help Hanahaki sufferers break off their obsession quickly, but some infatuations are hard to escape.

Characters A and B had been in a long, loving relationship with one another for years at this point, and they never thought they could be happier...that is, until Character B has a coughing attack in their bed. Character A rushes to their side and their eyes go wide when they see a single rose petal fall from their best friend's lips and into their palm. The room tenses.

As a last resort, some Hanahaki's Disease sufferers choose to sign up for a dating service that aims to specifically pair up Hanahaki's sufferers in the hopes they'll fall in love and be cured. Easier said than done, of course...

"Listen, officers, I know it's a CDC emergency, but whenever I fake a Hanahaki's attack in public, I just get so much sympathy from everyone around me. It's like...it's the only time I really feel loved, you know? I was about to fake another attack here on the street when I found them. I don't know if they're still breathing, but I tried to pull out as many petals as I could-- NO, I don't know their name, but LOOK! Their lips are even more blue than the stupid f*ckin' petals on the ground, so HELP THEM!!" AU

It was thought that when someone died with Hanahaki's Disease, they were all but cured since their love died with them. After the first few bodies were buried, though, flowers matching the ones that killed them always sprouted from their graves. Character A's job isn't to clean the stones or stop grave robbers -- their job is to monitor the Hanahaki remnants' growth, make observations, and categorize new flora.

Obsessed botanist and activist Character A purposefully infected themselves with Hanahaki's Disease, but not for sympathy. They sought out the off-chance that their blood, their body, and their very bones were special enough to warrant the growth of a rare, extinct plant that could save the world. And if they couldn't do it, well, then they'd just have to get creative.

Overseas factories were known for their poor conditions, but a whole new meaning was brought to the word when Hanahaki's Disease began spreading like wildfire. For a small paycheck, these factories would house Hanahaki's sufferers and collect their petals to use in perfumes, ceremonies, etc. With the fatality rate of the disease being so high, they have a hard time keeping their stock consistent (without some foul play, that is).

Looking for some more Hanahaki's Disease ideas? We've got you covered! Here, you'll find all our Hanahaki's Disease ideas; if you'd like even more, shoot us an ask.

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bangtanficsforyou · 2 years

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Crushed (PJM)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Au: Friends to idk what

Genre: Angst, some fluff.

Ratings: 18+

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: curse words

Summary: Your coworker and best friend Jimin is everyone's favourite and for good reason. He's sweet, charming, caring, kind, humble, polite, ha– well shit. There you go making it obvious yet once again, that you're in love with him. But it's all good as long as he remains oblivious right? Wrong. After overthinking for a whole month, you decide to confess and things take an unexpected turn.

A/N: This is an idea i had for quite some time, so yeah. Also, the next chapter of lost is going to take some time because I plan on writing down all the main points for all the chapters before I start working on chapter four. Meanwhile, enjoy this.

Dear Diary,

You know how Jimin asked me if I think one should confess in case they develop feelings for someone they're very good friends with?

Yeah, it has been a whole month since that. A whole month since, I got hopeful thinking he might be talking about me. A whole month, since my brain, just seconds later, asked me to get my shit together because thinking so, would only cause heartbreak. A whole month, since my brain and heart have been playing this tug of war, where my brain asks my heart to not be a stupid bitch and my heart asks my brain to not be a cynical asshole.

So far, the tug of war has only caused me to feel exhausted, while my heart and brain seem as energetic as ever, still going at it with full force.

Which is why I don't know what to do. I mean, I know what I should do but don't know know how to do it. Had it been anyone else, I would have simply adviced them to confess. Taking so much stress and overthinking this much is not going to do anyone, any good. But that's the issue, sometimes we don't listen to our very own advice.

Everytime I think of confessing to him, it scares the shit out of me. What if he doesn't feel the same and the whole friendship gets ruined? What if he feels disgusted by the idea of being with me? What if he thinks of me just as his little sister or something? Getting sis-zoned would surely hurt way more than getting friend-zoned.

But there is this other part of me, which wonders what if he feels the same? What if he likes me and has feelings for me? What if he has not confessed because he is just as scared as I'm?

Then again, everytime I think along these lines, my brain just....argh.

You know what? Fuck it. I can't take this anymore, geez. I'm confessing.

As you approach your desk, you spot a mug of coffee with a note attached to it. Smiling, you take a look at what's written on the note, knowing very well who it is from.

Here's a cup of coffee because I know you'll need it. Also, all the very best for today, you'll do great :)

Your heart skips a beat as if it's smiling big and just urging you to go and find Jimin right at this very moment and to let him know of your feelings. Him remembering about your very important meeting, which you had rambled about to him, nervously, making it all the more difficult for your heart to not just combust at the spot.

You find it absurd and funny that you were so scared to confess to him for so long, but as soon you made your decision, you have been feeling this intense rush to just let him know. You don't know why that's the case. It might be because, you'll finally feel lighter and will know what to do with the feelings that have been there for at least two whole years or maybe it's because you just want him to know that you love him, because he deserves nothing less. His sweet little gestures only make you fall for him more.

As you glance at the note, you decide to shoot a text to thank him.

You: Thanks for the coffee 😋

You're about to exit the chatbox when another thought pops into your mind.

You: meet me at the cafe outside during lunch?

If the meeting goes the way you hope it does, you'll confess at lunch.

The meeting went exactly how you had planned for it to go. Everything worked out smoothly and the authorities were quite impressed with the presentation you had made. All of which, are currently making you feel confident about yourself.

Taking a glance at your watch, you find there are only five minutes left for lunchtime. Quickly taking out your phone, you check if Jimin has replied to your texts. Thankfully, you find out that he has.

Jimin: Hush hush, it's not a big deal Jimin: yes, sure but here's to hoping that the place isn't too crowded during lunch😬

Jimin: All the best, you'll rock 👍

The last message, which he had texted just five minutes before your meeting started, makes you chuckle at the absurd choice of words. Nevertheless, you guess you did rock.

Now you can only hope, that you don't chicken out after seeing him. There's a difference between imagining it in your mind and doing it. You're scared that the moment you see Jimin's smiling face, your heart will do the regular and skip a beat and make you nervous as fuck.

Yep, you can very much imagine that happening.

This is why as you head towards the cafe, you practise your lines and imagine the scenario in your head.

Hey, Jimin, this is a long time coming but I like you. More than a friend, that way, you know? I understand if you're shocked and all so please take your time. I just wanted to let you know of my feelings because I haven't slept properly since you texted me that day–

No, no, no. You can't say that. That is not how one confesses.

You had it all right when you practised it yesterday, in front of your mirror. Now though, you seem to be messing up with your lines and you can't have it. Trying to recall your lines, you make another attempt at repeating them.

Jimin, I like you and have had feelings for you for quite some time now. I apologise, if it's too sudden for you, please take your time. It's just that, the conversation I had with you about a month ago, had helped me realise that I would rather confess than keep it all inside. That being said, I hope my feelings for you do not hamper our friendship, irrespective of what you feel for me.

That sounds better, you guess.

Now you have just got to do it right in front of him.

"Y/N"

Speak of the cute lil squishy heart-owner, and he shall appear.

You turn around after hearing your name only to spot him approaching you, seemingly all excited. His excited smile causes your lips to quirk up, as you wait for him to catch up with you.

"How did the meeting go?" He asks, out of breath, his cheeks slightly red from all the running.

"It went great." You quip. Perhaps, a little too excitedly in hopes of hiding the nervous butterflies in your stomach. "They seemed very impressed with my presentation. A part of me still can't believe it went this smoothly."

"That's great. I told you, you'd do amazing." Jimin smiles, his usual smile. The one where his eyes crinkle in the corner and his slightly crooked teeth are put on display.

You feel warmth spread through your whole body at his words. There's no way you're forgetting the way he helped you when you were full-on panicking on being informed that you were assigned the responsibility of such a crucial meeting. Jimin had remained by your side until you had calmed down and told you that he knows you're capable of it. He had told you how much he believes in you and how there's no other person he can think of, who can do the task better than you. It was his words which had given you the courage to give your best.

With the warmth that spreads through your body, you also feel your heart rate speeding up at the thought of finally letting him know how much he means to you and how much you love him.

"I need to tell you something." You blurt, without any further thoughts. If you're going to do this, there's no point in stalling.

Jimin nods at your words and a gleeful gleam enters his eyes. "I've something to tell you as well."

Your curiosity peaks and you start wondering what it might be about but then decide against it. You are going to take a huge step, that's definitely out of your comfort zone. You do not need to worry your brain, which is already stressed, about what he might have to say. Instead, you decide on letting him speak first, for you think that's the better way to go about things.

"Okay, then go on." You urge.

He shakes his head. "First, let's head to the cafe, the treat is on me."

You give him a confused smile. He seems more satisfied and happy than you are. Whatsoever the reason for that might be, you assume you're going to find out soon. So, instead of querying him about his reason for giving you a sudden treat, you decide to follow him to the cafe.

Walking in, Jimin walks straight to the small two-seater table at the corner, knowing that's the table you usually prefer. As you approach the table, he pulls out the chair for you to seat and once you're seated, he takes the opposite seat.

"It isn't too crowded after all." He rubs his palms together before lifting the menu card. "What do you want to eat?"

You scoff. "You know what I want to eat."

Jimin's response to your words is a muffled groan. "Seriously Y/N? Get a little more diverse."

"I've gone diverse and it's after that, that I've concluded that pizza is the best junk food out there." You reply with a smug smirk on your face.

He shakes his head in disappointment, as if he's done trying to make you understand. "Well then, pizza it is. The usual toppings?"

Although he asks the question, he doesn't bother to look up knowing the answer already and the hum from you that soon accompanies, proves his point.

Jimin calls a waiter and places the order. As soon as the waiter leaves, he directs his whole attention towards you. "So what was it that you had to tell me?"

You softly shake your head at the nervousness that resurfaces. "I will tell you but I'd rather hear what you have to say first."

Jimin squints his eyes at your weird behaviour, trying to figure out what is it that you had to say. Seeing you roll your eyes at his attempt to read you, he decides to not start an argument. Instead, he decides to comply and start with the very important thing that he is all so excited about.

Because honestly, he can't wait to tell you.

He clears his throat for the dramatic effect "I finally managed to grab the courage to ask out Rach"

Oh no.

"And guess what?"

Oh god no. This is not happening. Not now of all times.

"She said yes!"

Well fuck.

"Congratulations." You manage to say with fake enthusiasm and immediately cringe at the tone of your voice.

You sound pathetic even to your own ears.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn't notice anything, perhaps because of how ecstatic he feels. On the other hand, you feel just as miserable. All the feel-good hormones that were flowing through your veins, because of how successful the meeting has been, are now replaced with stress hormones. Stress hormones that are currently making the inside of your mouth turn bitter, so much so, that you even find the freshly made pizza that the waiter places in front of you, unappealing.

Biting the inside of your cheek you wonder what you should do now. You don't want to cause any suspicion. Without even having to confess, you know what the answer is and thus, you don't want to seem pathetic by confessing your clearly unreciprocated feelings.

"You know when I had texted you that day asking for advice about whether one should confess or not?" Jimin asks, still oblivious to the storm of emotions, raging inside you.

Scared of sounding just as pathetic as you sounded a few seconds ago, you simply nod instead of replying to him verbally.

"Your advice actually helped me so much. It was then that I knew that I wanted to confess but it took me a whole month to find the courage to do so." He chuckles as if finding it amusing. "Should have done it sooner, you know? That way we could have possibly been out on so many dates by now."

You hum, half-heartedly.

"But what's done is done. What matters is I get to finally go on a date with her, which reminds me of, you gotta help me plan the date." He continues rambling, excitedly.

This time he's met with no response. Which is what causes him to take notice of the blank look you're aiming at your pizza.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N?"

Again, no response.

"Y/N!!!!"

"Huh?" You look up startled.

"Are you okay?" He asks all traces of excitement now replaced with a concerned frown.

Surprisingly, enough you chuckle. You chuckle at how absurd the situation is. Here you were trying to confess to Jimin, were feeling so elated about finally having some weight being lifted off of your chest but then things took such an unexpected turn, that now you find your heart breaking.

Jimin never looked at you that way. When your heart was blooming with hope that maybe, just maybe he reciprocates your feelings, he was preparing himself to ask someone else out.

You just feel plain stupid.

"I'm as fine as I can be, I guess." You shrug.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His frown deepens.

"Nothing." Sighing, you shake your head. Fuck you need to be alone, right now. Which is why you come up with a lame excuse. "Jimin, I need to go, I just received a text and I need to collect some files."

He looks at you with surprise. "Now? Lunchtime isn't over yet."

"I know but you know duty calls." Saying this, you don't give Jimin any other opportunity to enquire you any further. You get up from your seat and shoot him a small smile before heading towards the exit.

Jimin watches your retreating figure with worry, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 6 months

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National Forget-Me-Not Day & World Science Day for Peace and Development

Person A created a device that promotes world peace by making people forget the people who hurt them the deepest, but it’s currently in the early stages of development and they use it on their fiance/long term partner/spouse, Person B, who seems to be upset often, hoping to give them some peace from their turmoil. But what Person A didn’t expect was for Person B to forget them when the device is used. Now with Person B, the love of their life, not knowing who they are, Person A separates themself from Person B’s life, trying to keep their distance since they don’t know what they did to hurt the person they loved and doesn’t want to accidentally hurt them again. But Person B keeps subconsciously seeking out Person A.

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puthyflapps · 2 months

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That unrequited au’s got me in a gotdang chokehold. Not the sweatshirt! 😭 The description of Regan vs. Shelbyyy help. Wake up Toni baby wake uppp!

If I have to be in my emotional devastation era then so does everyone else x

Toni has no choice but to wake up when this whole situation finally comes to a head during a drunken confrontation at one of Fatin's notorious house parties. Shelby had spent another evening going out of her way to avoid Toni and, subsequently, Regan. Her evasive behavior, combined with Toni’s penchant for picking fights, had culminated in this late-night showdown of sorts.

The two find themselves sharing hard stares and even harsher words. Questions seem to morph into accusations that are a clear result of the last name Shelby bears and the god-fearing reputation that comes with it. Truthfully, it was naive of Shelby to think she could continue to get away with dodging the other girl like this, and it was wholly and entirely ignorant to believe she could survive the ensuing interrogation. Especially knowing how Toni’s always prided herself on her ability to easily get under her skin. Steady cracks begin to appear in her veneer as Toni throws shot after shot her way. Launching question after question at her. Creating a dangerous minefield that Shelby’s not entirely sure she can continue to navigate much longer.

With each passing moment, Shelby can feel the heavy weight of her pageant queen mask slipping further and further down, revealing the raw and vulnerable truth underneath. Slowly, the carefully crafted facade of perfection cracks and crumbles, giving way to the messy and embarrassing reality she's been so desperately trying to hide.

"Why is it so fucking hard for you to be happy for us?"

Toni lobs the question her way in a fit of frustration, and God, the question stings. It feels as though the words themselves have reached out and slapped her with all their might. Every syllable of every word burns at a brutal temperature. Invisible blisters are already steadily forming across the expanse of her cheek. Bubbling painfully. Flesh sizzling silently.

The question hurts. The insinuation hurts. The idea that Toni believes Shelby cares so little for her happiness fucking hurts. However, it’s still not enough to make her admit the truth and she can tell her silence is only upsetting Toni more. Her jaw is clenched and her chest is rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths. It’s unsurprising when she yells out at Shelby once more:

“Say something!”

Her voice is desperate, trembling with fear and heartache. Shelby can hear the pleading in Toni's tone, her words spilling out with an urgency that cuts deep into Shelby's soul. She can feel the weight of Toni's expectations pressing down on her, begging for an explanation, for any shred of hope that this isn't what she thinks it is. The tension between them is palpable as Shelby struggles to hold back a flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But with each passing moment, it becomes harder to contain the torrent of feelings churning within her.

“Because I love you!”

The declaration fills up the space around them, leaving no room to move. There is nowhere to run; nowhere to escape from the rubble of this crumbling friendship. It’s finally out there. These words, this thing that she's been so petrified to speak of is now out there for Toni to see, to dissect and pick apart. Shelby's soul lay bare in the confines of a bedroom that belonged to neither of them.

With a harsh swipe, Shelby banishes the hot tears carving tracks down her youthful face. She swivels abruptly from Toni, the air cooling where their bodies were once in proximity. Exhaustion-wrought legs buckle under her as she slumps onto the bed; an unruly cocktail of alcohol and fatigue renders her form heavy and unyielding. As she releases a shaky sigh permeating with undertones of regret - it sounds like waves reluctantly crashing onto a deserted beach. Gathering herself, she starts to explain:

"I spent years praying that one day you would wake up and just see me. You would see that I'm here, I've always been here, and you would finally love me back."

"Bee..." Toni's voice cracks. Raw with emotion and tinged with confusion.

Shelby pays no mind to the interruption, however. Instead, she presses on, ignoring how intensely pity-filled brown eyes watch her.

"I know how stupid and pathetic that sounds, but I really thought," her voice trails off momentarily as she tries to swallow the lump in her throat. "There were these moments where I swear it seemed like…like maybe you did love me. Then you met Regan, and I saw the way you looked at her, Toni. I saw it-"

"Shelby, please," Toni begs.

She pleads, for what? Shelby isn't sure. Does the thought of Shelby being in love with her make her skin crawl? Is Toni so disgusted that she can't bear to hear any more about Shelby's sick feelings? Perhaps she wants Shelby to stop, to save herself the embarrassment. Maybe she's simply trying to help Shelby retain what little is left of her dignity.

But Goodkinds aren’t known for being quitters.

So, if she's going to ruin the one good thing in her life and make a complete fool of herself, she may as well go for broke.

"It became painfully obvious that you would never love me the way that I love you. So, I'm sorry if I upset you. I'm sorry that I've been distant and closed off lately, but I am trying my best to learn how to not love you."

Toni's heart feels like it's being mercilessly wrenched from her chest, each beat causing a physical ache that seems to radiate through every limb. She knows she should say something, anything, to make things right, but her mind is foggy, and her tongue feels heavy with the weight of unspoken words. She can feel her knees growing weak with each passing moment. A tightness grips her throat, almost suffocating as a lump forms, making it difficult for her to even breathe. Despite the tears brimming in her eyes, she keeps them locked away; too ashamed to let them fall in front of her best friend.

Trudging forward, each step feeling more burdensome than the last, Toni makes her way over to the bed. Her eyes are transfixed on Shelby's form, as though she's just now seeing her for the first time. The air in the room is charged and tense, thick with unspoken emotions. "Bee," Toni says gently, barely above a whisper, only making Shelby want to hide away from her even more. She buries her head in her hands, unable to handle the softness in the brunette's tone. It feels too delicate, too careful, as if Toni is handling a fragile piece of glass that may shatter at any moment. Shelby's breaths come out in short ragged bursts, her head feeling light and dizzy as if the room is spinning around her. She feels exposed in all the wrong ways. Suddenly, there is a dip on the bed beside her and strong arms snake around her form. In this moment of vulnerability, Shelby can't help but lash out in the most pathetic way she can muster up - pushing weakly against Toni's chest like a petulant child. But Toni persists, ignoring Shelby's halfhearted protest and simply tightening her hold until they meld into one another. Shelby can feel puffs of warm breath tickling her ear as Toni whispers over and over again, "I didn't know."

For what felt like hours, Toni and Shelby remained tangled together like the branches of an old tree. The soft pads of Toni's fingers traced soothing patterns over the expanse of Shelby's back as sobs wracked her body. Two girls, once inseparable, now finding solace in each other's arms amidst the ruins of their friendship. The aftermath of drunken confessions hung heavy in the air between them. As sleep slowly overtook her, Shelby couldn't help but wonder how they had ended up here - lost in each other yet worlds apart. When she wakes the following morning, she knows she can't linger a moment longer. She can't bear to face the harsh light of day and another inevitable rejection from Toni. With a heavy heart, she carefully untangles herself from the sleeping girl and mourns the thought that this will be the first and last time she ever shares a bed with Toni Shalifoe.

#if puthy flapps ever cracked out a third installment of this highly unanticipated story/thot/idea i think it would be mainly Toni's pov the #morning after when she realizes shelby left and that she was a fucking idiot for not jumping at the chance to explain to shelby that she is #in fact in love with her she was just being an idiot who couldn't believe what she was hearing and who was overwhelmed bc pretty girl #unrequited love au #you see what i did there with the whole reference to s1 shoni and the 'i see you' moment from ep 4? am i a literary genius? perhaps #we really really really don't need to talk about the fact that this has been sitting in my drafts for five years just waiting to be posted #me reading about shelby getting her heart broken: i h8 it! i cant handle seeing my baby down and out like this!! author ur going to hell!!!#me writing the most painful and gut wrenching moments that leave shelby in nothing but pain and anguish: mmm mmm mmm this is delicious!!#ask #shoni #shelby x toni #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #the wilds

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vanteguccir · 6 days

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You belong with me | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N and Matt love each other, but don't seem to have the courage to declare themselves; OR, where Matt belongs to Y/N but can't seem to understand it.

Warning: Crying, unrequited love, angst (with a happy ending).

Requested?: Yes, by @freshsturns

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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It was a typical fall morning in Boston, with golden leaves dancing in the wind and the fresh scent of coffee wafting through the air. Y/N walked down the familiar street, her steps synchronized with the rapid beat of her heart, her mind full of possibilities of how to break the news; she would spend three months at her father's house, as her mother needed to travel for work continuously during that short period.

Her eyes fell on the Sturniolo's house, where the triplets, Matt, Nick, and Chris, had lived since they were teenagers.

A mixture of feelings invaded her whenever she passed by.

She and the triplets have been inseparable since childhood. They grew up together, shared secrets, laughs, and unforgettable moments. But there was something deeper between Y/N and Matt, something she held deep in her heart and feared revealing.

Matt was the middle brother out of the three, with his dark hair and piercing dead blue eyes that seemed to read her soul. He was Y/N's confidant, the one with whom she shared her most intimate dreams and her deepest fears. But there was a secret she never dared to confess: her love for him.

As Y/N walked towards the Sturniolo's house, she felt her heart beating wildly. She knew she would see Matt soon, and that thought made her nervous and excited at the same time. They saw each other every day, but each meeting was like a new chapter in an endless book.

Upon entering the cozy home, Y/N was greeted with warm smiles and affectionate hugs from Jimmy and Mary Lou. Matt, with his captivating gaze and worn-out jeans, stared at her eyes for a brief moment. A shiver ran down Y/N's spine, but she quickly looked away, fearing he might read her feelings in her gaze.

Throughout that day, Y/N and Matt shared conversations like they always did while spending time together, lost in their own bubble of happiness. The sound of their laughter echoed through the cold streets, filling the air with a contagious energy, enjoying the last minutes together before the girl had to go far away.

Matt's hair was messed up by the wind, attracting her attention, who glanced at him, lost in her thoughts. She wondered if he could hear her frantic heartbeat every time he smiled when his hair got in his mouth.

But there was a palpable tension between the two, an invisible elephant in the room that neither dared to address.

At night, when Y/N finally returned home, she sat on her bed and let the tears fall silently while preparing herself to pack her bags. She wondered if she would ever have the courage to confess her feelings to Matt or if she would continue hiding them forever.

Meanwhile, across the street, Matt was lying in his own bed, lost in thoughts about Y/N. He wondered if she could ever feel the same way about him. If she could look at him with the same love-filled eyes that he always cast her way. But the fear of ruining their friendship prevented him from taking any action.

Thus, the two friends remained trapped in a painful impasse, their hearts connected by invisible strings that neither of them dared to break.

Y/N hoped that the next three months would do something good for her.

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Time had passed too fast, and soon, Y/N was back in Boston. The sun shone high in the summer sky as the girl left her house that morning, leaving her unopened suitcase to organize later, the birds chirped happily along with the frantic beats of her heart, yearning to see her best friends again.

For some reason, she knew something was different, that something had changed, but she wasn't prepared for what she would find when she met with him that afternoon.

Upon arriving at the brothers' house, Y/N was greeted by a strange silence, even with the cheerful voice of Mary Lou - who greeted her happily at the front door.

Y/N quickly found Matt sitting on the couch, next to a blonde girl, with long straight hair and an artificial smile on her lips. She was the complete opposite of Y/N in every possible way.

She felt a pang of discomfort when she saw Matt so close to that girl, her heart clenching when she noticed the brunette's arm around her shoulders, knowing the inevitable; Matt had met his perfect - or not - match.

She tried to push those feelings away and tried to convince herself that she was happy for him, but the truth was that a wave of sadness washed over her and found home in her heart.

Matt's new girlfriend, who introduced herself as Tiffany, looked at Y/N with a look of superiority, as if she was sizing her up and down. She emanated an aura of arrogance and pretension that made Y/N feel out of place and inadequate almost instantly.

Her slender and tall body was shaped by a mini skirt and a tank top that hugged her tiny waist perfectly, her feet covered in sparkling high heels - too much for a normal day in Boston -, Y/N feeling suddenly uncomfortable about the large t-shirt that covered her entire upper body.

As she watched Matt and Tiffany together, Y/N felt a tumultuous mix of emotions. The sounds of the video game coming from the television and Nick and Chris' excited screams echoing muffledly into her ears as she noticed how Matt hadn't looked directly at her eyes, not even once.

She wondered if he had really forgotten her so easily, if their friendship no longer meant anything to him. She felt betrayed and abandoned, as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out without warning.

As the day progressed, Y/N tried to keep herself occupied with the other two brothers, trying to push away the painful thoughts that threatened to consume her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the vision of Matt and Tiffany together, acting like they were the perfect couple.

She was so different from what Y/N imagined Matt's type to be.

When it was finally time to go home, Y/N said goodbye to Matt with a forced smile on her lips. She tried to hide the pain in her eyes, trying to appear indifferent to the fact that he had found someone new. But deep down, she knew that it had changed everything between them both, and nothing would ever be the same as it was.

As she walked home, Y/N felt tears streaming down her face. She felt lost and confused, not knowing how to deal with the new reality that was opening up before her.

She wondered if Matt would ever see that she was the right girl for him, that he belonged with her.

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The restaurant was buzzing with the sound of excited voices and cutlery clattering against plates. Matt, Y/N, Nick, and Chris were sitting at a table in the corner, enjoying a quiet lunch together after weeks of not hanging out as a group.

"Matt, can we talk?" Y/N began as she noticed Chris and Nick immersed in a random topic. Her voice was soft but filled with concern, her eyes trying to decipher the storm of emotions that seemed to cross the brunette's face.

"Of course, Y/N. What do you want to talk about?" Matt nodded, his gaze meeting hers momentarily, before lowering it back to his plate, a fake smile resting on his face.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express what she was feeling.

"I couldn't help but notice how things have changed between us lately. Ever since you started... dating Tiffany, it seems like we're more distant."

"I know, Y/N. I'm sorry that I've been distant. It's just... Tiffany is complicated. She's very different from... Well, it doesn't matter." Matt spoke in a low tone, looking embarrassed as his hands nervously played with the metal cutlery.

Before Y/N could respond, Matt's phone started ringing, interrupting the conversation, and catching the attention of Nick and Chris, who stopped what they were saying and looked at them with interest. Matt huffed out an apology before looking at his cell screen, frowning as he read Tiffany's flashing name.

"Sorry, Y/N. I really need to take this." Matt said, quickly getting up from the table and taking a few steps away to answer the call, ignoring the worried looks his brothers were sending him.

Y/N watched as Matt spoke on the phone, his face tense and worried. She could hear Tiffany's muffled screams on the other end of the line, and a knot formed in her stomach as she realized the argument was about her, her name escaping the boy's lips more times than expected.

She could feel Nick and Chris's gazes burning into the side of her head, and she knew they wanted to say something, but her attention was too focused on Matt to try and get information out of the pair.

As the argument continued, Y/N observed in detail Matt's reactions, the lines of tension on his t the clenched fists at his side. She could feel the anguish he was experiencing.

When Matt finally hung up the phone, he returned to the table with a tired look in his eyes, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip, as if he was in an internal struggle between what to do and what not to do. He looked at Y/N, as if he was about to say something, but then looked away, unable to find the words.

Y/N quickly reached out to touch his hand, a small show of silent support, a frown full of worry taking her expression.

"Matt, hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just..." Matt nodded, a weak smile playing on his lips, the same one that Y/N saw every day since he started dating Tiffany, but so different from the one that was directed to her three months before. "I just need to sort some things out with Tiffany." He cleared his throat quickly, tearing his eyes away from her and focusing them on his brothers. "Can you guys keep going without me? I really need to go."

"If I say no, it won't change what you think, so do whatever you want, Matt." Chris shrugged, his gaze rigid like never seen before by Y/N.

She tried to meet Nick's eyes, searching for some kind of explanation, but all she saw was sadness and worry.

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Night was falling over Boston when Matt left Tiffany's house, his heart heavy and his mind turbulent. The rain, like a perfect background actor, fell in torrents, mixing with the tears that ran down his face as he walked aimlessly through the wet streets, having left his car in the hands of Chris - the one who knew most about driving after himself.

The boy allowed his feet to take him where they wanted to go, his vision blurred, and his mind too confused to decide anything at that moment, his heart screaming for refuge.

And that's how he found himself standing in front of Y/N's house, his safe haven in the midst of the storm that had been his life since he could remember.

With a heavy heart, the brunette walked to the side wall outside of the two-story house, his blue eyes only seeing the window that he already knew very well. Agilely, Matt quickly climbed the expanse of concrete, the lighting from the girl's room helping and guiding him.

The sound of light knocks against the closed glass echoed through the room, and it was and understandment to say that Y/N was surprised to see Matt outside her room, hanging from her window, drenched from the rain and with eyes red from crying.

The girl quickly shot up from her seat on her pretty made-up bed, running towards him and opening the window in seconds, her hands working on pulling him inside the cozy and warm room, wrapping him in a comforting hug, ignoring the feeling of his wet clothes against her dry and warm pajamas.

"Matt, what happened? Why are you here like this? What...?" Y/N asked frantically, worried. She pulled back a few inches, rubbing her left hand over Matt's cold arm, while her right worked on brushing away the soggy strands of hair that stuck to his forehead and cheeks.

"I broke up with Tiffany." His voice sounded choked and hoarse from crying, his lips trembling without a pause. "I finally realized how toxic she was being, and I couldn't go on like this anymore. I didn't-" A sob broke through his throat, his eyes closing tightly as his hands gripped Y/N's bent elbow, seeking some stability.

Y/N watched him with compassion, stroking the cold skin of his face gently with the tip of her right fingers. She felt like screaming from seeing him in such a state, her heart hurting as if someone was squeezing it with their bare hands.

She wondered how he couldn't see that she was the right one for him, not Tiffany. She knew all his favorite songs, the movies he loved, the places he dreamed of visiting. She was the only one who truly understood him, who knew his deepest dreams, fears, and hopes.

Over the years, Y/N has been by Matt's side through every important moment in his life. She watched him grow, face challenges, and overcome obstacles. She was the person he went to in the middle of the night when he needed someone to talk to, the voice that made him laugh when he was about to cry.

And yet, even with all this intimacy and deep connection, Matt didn't seem to realize what was right in front of him. He continued to seek love and validation elsewhere, ignoring the fact that Y/N was always there, waiting for him with an open heart.

And because of that, he got hurt. Again.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry. Come here, sweet boy." Y/N asked in a gentle whisper, guiding him to her bed in slow steps.

"N-no, I'm going to wet your whole bed." Matt muttered between sniffles, his right hand gripping her arm gently while his left one rubbed his eyes angrily, trying to stop the tears from continuing to flow.

"It's okay, I don't mind, honey." The girl insisted, helping him sit on the edge of the mattress next to her pillow while moving his hand away from his face, preventing him from hurting himself. "Stay here, I'll go get a towel. I think I still have some of your clothes too."

While Matt vented between sobs about his problematic relationship with Tiffany, Y/N listened attentively, moving around the room behind her hairdryer, clean towels and pieces of clothing that the brunette had left there when he visited her house.

She could feel the pain and anguish he was feeling, and she was determined to be there for him, no matter how much her heart burned to see him suffer for another girl.

The girl quickly found everything she needed, beginning the task of wiping Matt's wet, dark hair with the fluffy towel and wiping away the raindrops from his skin, her body standing stiffly between the boy's legs, being careful not to cross any barrier he had placed between the two of them.

As Matt spoke and Y/N advised him, she could feel his blue eyes fixed on her face, his hands too close to her legs as she finished drying him, feeling her cheeks burn like fire, knowing for sure that they were as red as the color itself.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you." Matt whispered, his tone low - as if he didn't want to burst the bubble that seemed to surround them - but still echoing throughout the room with force. "I only started dating Tiffany because... because I was trying to get you out of my mind."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her hands stopping their movements abruptly, the wet towel feeling heavy on her skin. The girl stared at the wall behind Matt for a few seconds, processing what he had said before finally looking at him, all the words caught in her throat as tears glistened in her eyes.

What?

"I know it was wrong, and I'm so sorry." Matt continued, his voice strained as his eyes seemed to search hers desperately. “But I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never forget you. Because... because I love you, Y/N. Since the first day I met you, I have loved you. Every time I close my eyes, it's your face that I see. You're always in my thoughts, in my dreams, everywhere, and nothing I tried could make you disappear."

Y/N's heart raced in her chest a mile a minute as Matt's words echoed in her mind. An overwhelming mix of happiness and relief filling her veins at finally hearing the words she had waited for so many years.

"Matt, this is..." Y/N shook her head as an easy smile spread across her face automatically. "I love you too." She confessed, her voice almost a whisper, lowering her face, her eyes finally meeting his electrifying ones, feeling as if they were piercing her soul, which now, exposed, no longer had a barrier to hide her true feelings. "I love you more than I ever thought possible to love anyone."

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The one that got away (1)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, unrequited feelings, time jump, regret

A/N: This is a little gift for @elle14-blog1 for her birthday. It’s today, so happy birthday, lovely. And, I decided to turn this story into a mini-series. 😁

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Dean Winchester would never break your heart. Right? He’s your best friend. You used to be thicker than thieves. Until. One day. You decided to tell him how you truly feel about him.

You wanted more than being his best friend. So, one day you decided it’s time to step up for yourself and tell him you want more. Much more.

Sadly, Dean didn’t require your feelings. He stammered your name, telling you he was sorry, but doesn’t feel the same. It was worse that he hugged you and told you he’s going to be your friend if that’s enough.

You shook your head and choked out his name. “No,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think we cannot be friends any longer. I love you, and it’s killing me inside. If you are my friend, you’ll understand that we can never see each other again.”

That day, you walked away with a heavy heart and tears in your eyes. Deep down in your heart, you knew it wasn’t his fault. Sometimes you just fall in love with the wrong person. You cannot force them to love you.

This doesn’t mean it won’t break your heart to cut ties with them…

A few years later, …

Today is a good day. It’s not only your birthday, but the day conference you have been waiting for. You just got a promotion and love your new job. But the best is, that you feel cute and self-confident in your brand-new dress.

“Y/N, are you ready for the conference?” Your colleague asks. She nervously tugs at her blazer; eyes darting from you to the arriving participants of the conference. “I’m a little nervous. Uh-I hate talking in front of people.”

“Just imagine them naked and you are golden,” you chuckle at your own boldness. She gasps at your words and slaps your arm.

“That’s not helpful.”

“Hmm…” you nod and drop your eyes to the notes in your hands. You’ll be the one opening the conference and now, you are a little nervous too. “Maybe we should take a deep breath and relax a little. They are all people, and no one is going to bite us if we make a mistake.”

“I wish I could,” she whines. “Wish me luck, Y/N. If I embarrass myself in front of all these strangers, I’m going to drown my sorrows in cupcakes.”

“Phew, I made it.” Half an hour later your colleague stands next to you, sighing deeply. “I won’t do this again. I’m telling you; my panties are soaked.”

“What?” You choke on your spit.

“I sweated like a nun in the church,” she whispers. “I wish you look. I’m going to grab the largest coffee and a dozen cupcakes to celebrate I didn’t embarrass myself.”

You chuckle as someone calls your name. It’s your turn to hold your speech, and you only hope you won’t ruin this. Speaking in front of many people is not your favorite task, to be honest.

While you walk toward the front of the room, you feel all eyes on you.

You take a deep breath and sort your notes. “Hello, and welcome. We have been looking forward to this conference. All of us.” You smile at the people listening to your words. “Let me introduce you now to our newest project. The one we will be working on together. Cheryl will guide you through the presentation. You can ask me and her questions later.”

Cheryl, your assistant starts the presentation, and you step a little to the left to take the only free seat next to a man who has his back on you and the presentation.

“Sir, you should turn around. The presentation is—” Your heart stops beating for a minute when the man turns around. A pair of familiar green eyes meet yours. You just stare at him – the man haunting your dreams and thoughts.

“Hello sweetheart,” he casually says, as if you parted ways just yesterday. Dean smiles that million-dollar smile making a woman weak in the knees. Damn him, he still can make your heart race. “How have you been?”

Dean watches you nervously shift in your seat. The presentation and your assistant long forgotten, you drink his features in. There are a few lines around his eyes, and his hair is a little longer. He’s wearing an expensive suit and a tie, but he still looks like the cocky guy who used to be your best friend.

“Good,” you finally reply. “You?”

“Good, I guess,” he clears his throat. “I mean, I like my job, and I still got my car.”

“Baby?” You can’t help but smile. “How is the pretty lady?”

“Still pretty,” he leans closer and brushes his thumb over your thigh. “Not as pretty as you, sweetheart. You look pretty in that dress. Blue suits you.”

“Now you try to charm your way out of this unexpected encounter,” you slap his hand, and chuckle. If only your heart would stop beating out of your chest close to him. “How’s Sam?”

“He’s a lawyer now, and married to Jess,” he says. “You remember the blonde he met before you left town?”

“She was nice.” You clear your throat. “They made a cute couple. I knew there was something special between them.”

He nods, but his eyes sadden a little. “So…are you already married to Mr. Fantastic?”

“No, I—” you fake-cough. “I was busy making a career and building a life. I didn’t have the time to get married and such.”

“Same. I’m still the untamable bachelor looking for the one.” Your heart flutters when he looks at you. There is something in his eyes you didn’t see before. Sadness, or regret maybe.”

“Yeah,” you nod in agreement. “Finding the one is hard. People are…you know.” You shrug. “It’s difficult to fulfill all the things they look for in a partner. I didn’t fulfill anyone’s standard yet.”

“Y/N, you are perfect. Why would you want to change for a guy?” He squares his jaw when you look away. Dean knows who made you feel this way.

Cheryl calls your name, and you reluctantly leave your seat to talk about your presentation and the project.

Dean watches you every move. He licks his lips and leans back in his chair. Dean nervously runs his hand over his thighs, trying to calm his nerves. Seeing you after such a long time woke a longing in him.

There is more than the flutter in his heart when you shyly glance in his direction. If he allows himself to be honest, Dean knows that deep down in his heart he let his soulmate go back then…

The one that got away (2)

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maraudersmyloves · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/maraudersmyloves/743741615396569088/best-friendjames-who-loves-you-so-much-he-cant

this but add in a sprinkle (actually a lot) of angst and holy shit its perfect

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Pairing: Bestfriend!James Potter x reader

Warnings: Angst, requited unrequited feelings, me trying to write metaphors, not proofread

Word count: 838

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"in love?". :☆｡ﾟ. ───

James has always known he loves you. Since the first time he laid his eyes on you, you've had a place in his heart. Moving in and getting comfortable in his ribcage. Sometimes he could swear you were trying to move out by the way his heart hurts whenever you give him a kiss on the cheek or make eye contact with him over the heads of the other students. But his greedy heart always pulled you back in holding you close and making sure you were comfortable. It's always been that way.

So, just like his heart, James makes sure to hold you close and give you all the affection in the world, making sure you'd never leave. He'll kiss and hug and cuddle you to make sure you know how loved you are.

He has never been really good at differentiating what kind of love he felt. His love dragged him along like he was surfing a never-ending wave without slowing down so he'd be able to tell whether it was salt or freshwater that was pulling him. That's why he was obsessing over Lily, it turns out he just found her incredibly cool and really wanted to be her friend.

Most people he's loved have helped him tell how he felt. Telling him how they felt.

The only problem, whenever you did, it felt wrong. Like you were lying without even noticing every time you told him he was your best friend. But he trusted you. So, if you said you were friends, you were friends. easy. simple. Except he can't help but differentiate you from the rest of his friends, but he's known you the longest so maybe it's that. No one else knows him quite like you. Sirius comes closest, but he's still light-years away.

If he's being honest he doesn't want to put too much thought into it, not wanting to get to a conclusion he (or worse, you) wouldn't like. He loves you, that's what counts. Right?

After years of being friends the mindset finally completely made sense to him, you're his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. So, when people started asking him whether you two were dating he just wrote them off as never having loved someone as deeply as he loves you. He loves you like the ocean loves the shoreline, in the still, in the rage-filled waves and hurricanes, from afar and so close he can feel you. Whenever he's away for just a second, although it feels like an eternity to him, he comes back stronger, loving you harder and hugging you closer.

That's how it is. So, when other people don't understand why he hugs you from behind, burries his head in crook of your neck, squeezes your thighs, carries you around, and sleeps cuddled next to you it's because they don't love like he does.

Little does he know every touch pains you. You've confessed your love so much when you were sure he was sleeping you could swear he'd hear it in his dreams one day. You understood that while he loved you, he wasn't in love with you. You told yourself to accept it and move on, to just take a step back and realize how it's destroying you. But every time you're close to being able to leave he hugs you closer. It's as if he knows.

So, you stay.

You stay and watch him take out other girls. First a Blonde Ravenclaw, then a ginger Hufflepuff, two dates with a brunette Gryffindor, another Blonde Ravenclaw, and most recently a Slytherin girl with long, black hair. You know that he's a teenage boy and is going to want to say yes to some of his hundreds of offers to date. But, still, it hurts. He was too dear to be yours after all. He'd never fall in love with you. He told you himself

You remember meeting up so James could teach you how to skate but you ended up sitting around eating chips and talking about everything and nothing instead.

James started repeatedly hitting your shoulder trying to tell you what he was thinking with a mouthful of chips. He just ended up looking like an idiot. When he finally calmed down and swallowed he couldn't help but laugh, "D'you remember when everyone used to play 36 Questions, saying you would fall in love if you did it." You gasped, of course, you remembered. You were so close to asking him to play with you but you forgot for some reason. It really was a bit stupid, you can't make a person fall in love. You'd know, you tried.

"Yes, oh my god. What was that?" you asked while laughing.

"Right?? Like, i'm not gonna fall in love with you just because you ask me who i'd want to have dinner with."

He was laughing.

He was laughing so you laughed along. It's not like he said it directly but at his pointed look in your direction, you could tell what he meant. He was smiling. "Right?"

"Right."

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