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My faves below the cut

ʚɞ wrongful rejection

↬niki [f, a, @luciathcv ]

ʚɞ love at 7 am

↬jungwon [f, @enreveriee ]

ʚɞ so lets go see the stars

↬niki [f, @orimuraa ]

ʚɞ Peaches

↬jungwon [a,f, @jnnul ]

ʚɞ Bridgerton au

↬niki [f, @heedeungism ]

ʚɞ Paper Hearts

↬niki [f, @rikstar ]

ʚɞ Dancing Kisses

↬niki [f, @hyeinism ]

ʚɞ Heart Defender

↬niki [f, @seosracha ]

ʚɞ Forgive Me Run Away (pt.2)

↬niki [a, @hoonloml ]

ʚɞ Boys Night

↬niki [f, @star-sim ]

ʚɞ You've got to be kitten me!

↬jungwon [f, @star-sim ]

ʚɞ Highschool athlete !niki

↬niki [f, @weoris ]

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christmas list - sjy

summary: your boyfriend just wants to know what you want for christmas but you're difficult as always (in honor of christmas season coming up) || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 600

I sat on the couch, cuddled with a soft blanket, a Christmas movie on the TV, and some hot tea in a mug on the coffee table. The movie I had on in the background was seldom given attention as I played a game on my phone.

Jake walked into the room, his eyes glued on his phone as he called out my name, “Y/n.”

I looked up at my boyfriend who gave me a small smile, “Yeah?” I asked, wondering what he needed.

“What are you playing?” He simply asked, not saying what he had come over for just yet as he plopped down on the couch next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I showed him my phone screen and immediately, he knew what I was playing without me even having to say anything. “I’m trying to beat my high score.” I tell him.

“You’ll get there.” Jake sweetly says. I nod as I play the game some more. “So, I was wondering…” He then started, making me look over at him curiously.

“What?” I ask.

“What are you thinking you want for Christmas?” Jake asked, his hand that’s over my shoulder mindlessly playing with the fabric of my shirt.

“Oh, you don’t need to get me anything.” I responded . I really didn’t feel like I needed anything right now anyway.

Jake sighs, “Come on. Of course I’m going to get you something. I need to know what you’ve been wanting though.” He says.

“I don’t want anything.” I insist.

Jake thinks for a moment, “How about those Uggs you wanted. Want me to get you those?” He perks up.

“Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise?” I ask.

Jake dramatically groans out, “Baby, come on. Give me something, anything.”

I can’t help but smile a little, “I have been wanting those Uggs…” I then smile wider, “But I already have Uggs so I don’t think I need them.”

Just as he thought he was getting somewhere, Jake sighed, “So difficult.” He commented. “It doesn’t matter if you need it, I want to get you stuff.”

“Well, what about you? What do you want for Christmas?” I counter. 

“You don’t have to get me anything. I have everything I want right here.” Jake says before leaning in to give me a chaste kiss.

“Babe! You’re doing the same.” I point out with a laugh at his irony.

“It’s just different.” Jake says. “Just tell me what you like.” He then tells me.

“You’re my boyfriend, you know what I like.” I say.

“I do know what you like but I already got you a bunch of stuff you like so I wanted to know if there was anything else you wanted.” Jake complains, the two of you playfully bickering.

“I’ll be happy with anything.” I vaguely say once again.

“My god, princess. Fine.” Jake gives up making me giggle.

Later that night, while I was in the bathroom, about to get in the shower, I sent Jake a list I’ve had for a bit. Honestly, I just didn’t tell him about it earlier because it was mostly stupid shit that I didn’t actually need but if he wanted ideas so bad, fine.

A few moments later, I hear Jake calling out my name from outside the door, “You had a list?”

“Yeah…” I respond, holding back the giggle.

“So difficult.” He says but he’s also smiling on the other side of the door as he gets on the bed and starts to go through the stuff, planning to buy me everything on the list, whether it be stupid and unnecessary or not.

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[luciathcv]

Posting a Jake fanfic today in honor of Christmas season coming up soon!!

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canine intuition | 𝐬𝐣𝐲

୨୧ pairing: sim (jake) jaeyun x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 1.4k ୨୧ genre: fluff, hints of comedy ୨୧ tags: established relationship, marriage!au, expecting!reader, layla's basically the smartest girl in the room ୨୧ synopsis: Sometimes your dog knows what's going on before you do. And shenanigans ensue when she uses her knowledge to protect you, whether you want her to or not. ➸ For the birthday boy and his beautiful fur baby ♡

“Layla, you’re not coming back inside until you use the bathroom, missy,” you warn the pup. With her head angled to the side, staring up at you in confusion, she must be wondering why you’re refusing to let her back into the house. And you typically would cave if it weren’t for the fact it wasn’t so early in the morning.

When you began dating Jake, you wondered if and how Layla would warm up to you. It scared you more than meeting his parents, if you were being honest. Canines, like their feline counterparts, had a supernatural intuition about people. If she didn’t like you, what did that say about where your relationship would end up in a few months?

Luckily, you both got on perfectly. The two of you were practically thick as thieves by the time Jake proposed and eventually added the wedding band to your finger.

Now, with a beautiful house and adjoining backyard, walks with Layla have become a less-frequent occurrence. She gets more than enough exercise in her new, grassy oasis. It’s only when she needs to go out and come in that either you or Jake have to get up and tend to her physically.

Today, though, she has yet to use the bathroom. Jake had to head out early for a meeting with his business partners and left you to take over the household duties.

Despite your orders, she doesn’t seem to budge on her stance to come back inside. Her persistence mirrors her father’s to the letter, making you smile.

“Layla, once you use the bathroom then I’ll—“ You feel a sudden rush of bile hit the back of your throat, causing you to press your hand to your mouth. Was it the coffee you just drank, or the quick breakfast burrito you scarfed down before letting Layla out?

“I might have to—“ The next second, you’re running to the bathroom at lightning speed. Your knees slam against the tile floor as you bury your head inside the toilet, the contents of your stomach emptied out in a second. Layla scratches on the back door with rapid paws. You can hear a whine behind the screen as you wipe your face with a piece of toilet paper.

Layla runs through the door once you’ve cleaned yourself up, and she jumps up to check on you in an instant. Her paws press lightly on your stomach, her head tilted again at that signature angle when she’s concerned.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m alright.” You scratch her behind the ears, hoping to appease her anxiety. There are lingering traces of queasiness, but you decide to rest on the couch for a while in hopes of making it go away. Layla doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the morning, forgoing her breakfast to keep her head nestled warmly in your lap.

Layla’s odd behavior continues into the next day.

It’s a modern marvel for Jake to leave work early. Client meetings run long enough as it is, so getting alone time with him at this point in his career is a gift you contable treasure.

You’re cooking a quick lunch for the two of you when Jake wraps his arms around you. Your husband presses sloppy kisses into your neck, his hands exploring your body as he holds you snug against him.

“Honey,” you chide him, trying to mix the macaroni in the pot without letting any stick to the bottom. It will be a bitch to clean—and much less scrape out—if you don’t keep a close eye on it. He knows this, but he clearly has other plans on his mind.

“We can eat later. Right now, I’d rather have dessert,” Jake whispers into the crook of your neck. He reaches around you to turn the stove off, his mind made up.

When you turn around to face him, you’re met with his signature grin, the cheshire cat smile that made you fall in love with him without much effort plastered across his face.

“Maybe I wanted to eat mac and cheese, how about that?” You counter as you run your fingers under his shirt. His skin is warm to the touch, the ripples of his muscles igniting a fire deep in your stomach.

“I think I can change your mind,” he teases.

When he grazes his lips against yours, pressing you harder against him, that’s when Layla loses it.

She begins barking loudly at her father, making him immediately take his hands from your body to lean down to her level. She stands in between you two with fierce attention, the fur on her back brushing your legs.

“What’s wrong, girly girl?” He asks, all sensuality gone from his expression. His concern for her welfare and yours was one of the many reasons you loved him, his affection and loving words for “his favorite girls” always squeezing your heart in a vice grip.

Layla nuzzles her snout against Jake’s palm, but she makes no move to stray from her spot against you. You cross your arms, frowning. “Layla, what’s up with you lately? Mommy’s fine,” you assure her.

“Maybe she wants to go for a W-A-L-K.” Jake spells out the words, wiggling his eyebrows and walking in the direction of the hooks that hold his coats and her leash. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to go for a walk?”

Layla’s ears perk up instantly, her tail wagging in all directions before Jake puts her in her harness. The moment forgotten as the two of them head out the door, you wonder what’s up with her and how to help her feel better moving forward.

The next week, you feel worse for wear. You think back to that day in the kitchen, realizing how oblivious you were to the way your body would turn against you. The nausea was something you could handle. But now, your body is all kinds of sore, mostly in your chest and pelvic region.

You would pass it off as normal premenstrual symptoms, but the pain is foreign on some level you can’t explain. If only you could put a proper name to it, maybe it wouldn’t nag you so much.

Layla whimpers the entire day, snuggled into your side as though she believes her body can provide some relief for your aching one.

By the afternoon, you call Jake to take your mind off of the overbearing discomfort. He begins to talk about the newest project at the firm and his role in landing the contract, but once he hears Layla’s array of cries, he changes his focus.

“Is something going on?” You hear the concern in your husband’s voice immediately, and your heart clenches at his tone.

“No, no, baby, I’m fine. She probably just needs to pee.” At the worst time possible, a cramp makes you gasp in pain.

“I’m coming home,” Jake says with finality, no room for any further discussion.

By the time he makes it home, he brings a large bowl of chicken noodle soup and a brand new heating pad to your bedside.

He runs his hands through your hair as you cry, reminding you to eat as much of the soup as you can stomach.

“Next time, please don’t make Layla the messenger,” Jake jokes, kissing the crown of your head. The girl in question sits nestled against yours and Jake’s feet, satisfied she’s done her job to make sure you got the help you needed.

The sun peers into the bathroom and shines down on the two pink lines staring back at you. The truth of what’s been in development for the past few weeks hits you with full force. Any normal woman would be hyper emotional at the news or terrified at her life changing as she knows it. For you, all you can do is stare down at your dog and laugh.

“You knew this entire time, didn’t you?” You ask Layla although she can’t reply, tears of joy and humor running down your cheeks. She just looks up at you with the same cocked head and wagging tail.

You turn back to the three pregnancy tests that rest on top of the marble counter, all of them confirming what the pup knew to be true many days ago.

Call it canine intuition, feminine senses, or a little bit of both. It’s anyone’s guess.

What isn’t up for debate is whether or not you’ll tell the man you love the news when he gets home.

When he does, he carries a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Saw these on my way home and thought of you,” he says, beaming.

You grin and press your mouth to his softly. “I actually have something for you too.”

You guide him into the bathroom, his eyes immediately locking onto the tests near the sink. In classic Jake Sim fashion, his eyes go wide and his billion-megawatt grin appears on his lips. “Are you serious?”

You nod your head, the waterworks from earlier coming back.

He encases you in a tight hug, his body shaking with his own barrage of emotions. His voice is trembling when he says, “I’m gonna be a dad.”

He kisses every free space of your face, landing finally on your lips in a tear-stained but beautiful kiss. “How long have you known?”

“Just for a few hours.” You see Layla in the doorway, your pup smiling at the two of you. “But someone actually knew a long time ago.”

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wrongful rejection - nmr

summary: a thought-to-be "rejected" kiss turns out to be something different || warnings: reader is "rejected" but in the end- really isn't || genre: fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, comfort || word count: approximately 1.1k

You sat on Riki's bed, legs crisscrossed, back against the headboard, watching your best friend play some game on his phone as he sat beside you.

Honestly, you were really struggling right now. Gosh, he was so perfect. You really did like him so much. Sure, he was your best friend, and you shouldn't have a crush on him- at least, you told yourself that. You shouldn't selfishly like him without fear of ruining your friendship. It's not like you were purposefully crushing. You just couldn't help it.

Riki glanced over at you, noticing your mindless staring. "What's up?" He asked.

You're snapped out of your daze and quickly look away, "Nothing." You dismissively say.

Riki gives you a look, knowing that wasn't true but he didn't bother to question you further for now as he looked back down at his phone screen. "Aren't you going to do anything?" Riki asked.

"What do you mean?" You respond a little confused, your head still full with only him.

"You're just sitting there." Riki points out.

"Oh," You say. "I'll just watch you play." You tell him as you scoot closer and look at his screen. He glances over at you before shrugging and continuing to play the game.

He plays the game for a bit, working on beating a specifically hard round, when finally, he beats it. You can't help but smile as you watch him grin triumphantly. Riki's arm goes over your shoulder, resting it there. This wasn't anything new, this type of closeness with him, though. Not lately, anyway.

"What time do you have to leave?" Riki asks.

"Mm, I don't know." You think for a few moments, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips without even thinking. "My mom wanted him by 7." You answer. That meant that you still had a few more hours of hanging out with him.

"Cool." Riki says. "What do you want to do? We can watch something or if you want, we can play-" He's cut off when he feels your lips on his.

You just couldn't take it anymore. It was getting too much for you. So, you kissed him without any thought on how it'd affect things between the two of you.

You swear he kisses you back for a moment as well but suddenly, he's gently pushing you away. He kissed you back. You weren't crazy. But, now, he had pushed you away. You were completely mortified. Your face was red and flushed, and your hands were shaking.

Riki looks into your eyes, "Y/n..." He starts in a soft voice but you don't even give him a chance to say anymore because you're already getting up and grabbing your phone and bag.

"I'm going." You say, your voice trembling a little, refusing to look over at him.

"You don't have to go, Y/n. Come on." Riki says, sitting up in the bed. He watches as you quickly leave the room and shut the door behind you.

After the kiss, you managed to avoid Riki as much as possible. You ignored his texts, calls, and video calls. When you saw him at school, you went the other way- even if it meant going the longer way to class. You simply did not want to see him after his supposed rejection.

One day, you had pulled into the driveway of your house, having just gotten home from work, ready to eat dinner with your parents and siblings when you saw Riki sitting on the front steps of your house. Why was he even here right now?

You walked over and he looked up, standing up immediately. "Y/n, don't ignore me." Riki says in an almost desperate tone that you had rarely heard from him.

"I'm not ignoring you." You lied.

"Yeah, you are." Riki retorted and you both knew he was right. "Is this because of the kiss?" He then asked.

You couldn't help but scoff, "Obviously." You respond. "I made everything awkward. I ruined our friendship. I'm sorry." You apologize.

"Hey, you didn't ruin our friendship so stop." Riki said in an almost scolding tone.

"Things aren't ever going to be the same between us." You sighed as you looked down at your feet in utter embarrassment because you really felt like crying right now.

Riki stepped closer, his hands gently holding onto your arms, "Maybe that's true..." He softly said, causing you to look up at him. "Doesn't mean it's a bad thing, though." He then adds.

You look into his eyes, your mind racing, "What?" You mutter out.

"Y/n, I like you." He confesses and honestly, if it weren't for the circumstances you would've been a lot more happy to hear that but truthfully, you couldn't believe it.

"But, you pushed me away." You point out.

"I know I did. I shouldn't have done that. I was just... being stupid. I honestly just couldn't believe you were actually kissing me and I was scared that it'd change things between us in a bad way." Riki explained, his hands still resting on my biceps. "But, I couldn't just let you leave our friendship over this. I... listen, I really do like you. Okay. I mean it." He then said, sensing your hesitance.

"Oh..." Is all you could manage, your mind racing and your heart thumping.

"Let's redo that whole thing." Riki then suggests, a small smile forming on his lips.

"You mean.." You trail off.

"Can I kiss you, Y/n?" He asks, confirming he meant what you thought he did, and you couldn't help but quickly nod.

Riki leans down and presses his lips against yours, softly kissing you. The kiss was longer this time and it was crystal clear that the both of you wanted this right now. His hands rested on your hips as you kissed before he leaned down, deepening the kiss.

You both pull away soon after and you watch as he licks his lips.

"Do you... want to stay for dinner?" You find yourself muttering out. After all that, you were asking if he wanted to stay for dinner with his family as if it was just another normal hangout between the two of you.

Riki couldn't help but chuckle, "Sure." He agrees with a smile before you unlock the door and the two of you head inside.

That kiss changed everything in your relationship with him, shortly after, you went on a date, and on that date, he kissed you again and asked you to be his girlfriend which you gladly accepted.

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consolation - psh

summary: late at night, your aching for some reassurance from your boyfriend || warnings: none || genre: fluff, slight angst, established relationship, comfort || word count: approximately 730

I was literally on the verge of bursting at the seams with the burning question that played on repeat in my mind. I couldn't get it out of my mind but I couldn't bring it to myself to disturb Sunghoon as I thought he had already fallen asleep beside me.

I rubbed my eyes in frustration with myself and my stubbornness in needing an answer right away. Well, honestly, this had been bothering me for a while but nowhere near as much as it was tonight.

I huffed out as I turned on my side, away from my assumingly sleeping boyfriend, before shutting my eyes and trying to coax myself to sleep. Nothing seemed to be working though.

I'm startled as I feel a hand go on my hip. I glance back, though, and it's just my boyfriend, Sunghoon. A soft and sleepy look on his face as he looks into my eyes.

"Chill, it's just me, baby." Sunghoon softly says,

I let out a relaxed sigh as I relaxed into his touch, "What are you doing up?" I quietly ask.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He retorted. I guess he was right.

"It doesn't matter." I respond and shut my eyes and just with that response, Sunghoon knew something was up.

"Come on. Tell me what's wrong." He softly says. Sure, he was exhausted but you mattered more than sleep to him so he was willing to listen to whatever it may be.

"It's just... am I annoying?" I finally blurt out. I know, I know. It seemed like such a simple question but to me, it held so much significance. I simply couldn't explain it.

"What?" Sunghoon sighed as he rolled me around so that I was now lying on my side and facing him.

"Never mind..." I say, suddenly feeling insecure.

"Stop that." Sunghoon said in a light scolding manner. He hated when you shut yourself off even though he tended to do the same. "Why do you think you're annoying?" He then asked.

"Because I know I can go on and on about stupid shit that you don't really care that much about and I know I can be clingy as well and that I can be bothersome when you already have enough on your plate so..." I trail off, going silent after my slight ramble.

Sunghoon's silent for a few moments before responding, "Babe, sure, you can go on about some stupid shit but, I don't-not care about it. I care about it a lot because I know you care about it. Besides, you don't only just talk about stupid shit, we have deep talks too." He starts.

I bite my lip before slightly nodding, I guessed he was right about that and the fact he cared because I cared was heartwarming.

"And, yeah, you can be clingy and I know I act all bothered, and sure, it's a little much at times but, do I ever push you away? Do I ever tell you to stop?" He asks and I shake my head a little. "I didn't think so. I don't mind it at all. You know that I'll put up with it for you." Sunghoon tells me.

"And don't even start with me already having enough on my plate. I do have a lot I need to worry about with work and all that. That doesn't mean I can't be here for you as well, though baby." Sunghoon adds as he brushes some hair out of my face with his fingers. "You're my girl. It's my job to be here and to listen to you and be here for you. I'd be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn't." He says. "Right?" He then adds, waiting for a response from me.

"I guess so." I agree.

"So, come on," He leans in and pecks my forehead. "You're not annoying. I love you so much. I'll put up with anything when it comes to you. You know that. I know you do." Sunghoon softly says.

He was right. I did know that. His actions definitely matched his words. I was just the type that needed some reassurance every once in a while. Sunghoon knew that and he had no problem giving it to me whenever I needed it- even if it may be in the middle of the night.

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Shit I forgot them.. I’ll try and think of more lol

I have some ideas for ChildhoodBestFriend!Reader x Idol!Jake….

[luciathcv]

Hi guys! I really do plan on writing stuff on here and on my smut account but I’ve been really invested on a story I’ve been releasing chapter by chapter on my non kpop account @manheeiim ! So, if you also like OBX, check it out :)

[luciathcv]

I have some ideas for ChildhoodBestFriend!Reader x Idol!Jake….

[luciathcv]

If I said I’m already concocting ideas for Christmas fics now… I might even start writing them now so I have…

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on my death bed - nmr

summary: random texts with your boyfriend riki (sick day edition) || warnings: none || genre: fluff, angst, established relationship || word count: N/A

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25 followers until 1k... omg.

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having a work crush is so fun 😛

[luciathcv]

I'm serious when I say I always think about that smau I did this year and how much I want to do another one but I simply don't think I'll have the time... ugh.

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hii new mewtewuhl!! ><

Omg hiiiii

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i've been tracking you - nmr

summary: random texts with your boyfriend riki (sappy twist in the last two) || warnings: none || genre: fluff, angst, established relationship || word count: N/A

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[luciathcv]

I hate adulting because I have no time or energy to write anymore