[ Time Stamp: 5:57pm Sim Jaeyun ]

[ time stamp: 5:57pm — sim jaeyun ]

a late happy birthday to my favorite aussie boy :)

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“layla!” you yell, beckoning the lively golden retriever to follow you as you run across a sunset-lit meadow. you affectionately pat layla’s head when she catches up with you, letting out a little huff when she jumps up on you and accidentally knocks you down with her previous momentum. 

jake laughs at you two from afar, sitting comfortably on the green plaid blanket you both had set onto the grass for your picnic. he smiles in adoration, loving that the two most important girls in his life get along so incredibly well. when you turn your head towards the setting sun and smile as layla licks your cheeks playfully, jake’s oxygen gets caught in his lungs; he can’t believe how beautiful you are. 

finally deciding that he’s jealous of the amount of time you’re spending with layla instead of him, he gets up and strides over to where you and his precious golden retriever lie in the tall grass. sensing his movements, layla looks behind her and bounds over to jake, momentarily leaving your side and giving you enough time to get onto your feet. as you dust the back of your jeans clean, jake ruffles layla’s fur and leans down to give her a kiss on the head. he looks up from his spot and takes in the way the light is hitting your cheeks, the soft curve of your nose, and the way your lips pull up into a bright yet questioning smile when you notice him staring at you and he falls in love with you all over again. 

“what?” you ask him, jokingly raising your eyebrows and squinting your eyes.

he laughs. “nothing, nothing at all.”

you roll your eyes at his answer and take his hand to tug him back to where you had situated your blanket and picnic basket; your food was getting cold and your drinks getting warm. “come on! i can basically taste the grilled cheese sandwiches i made earlier. and see! even layla is hungry, look at her.” the golden retriever in question barks in agreement, invoking a hearty laugh from the brunet boy. 

“okay, okay,” jake says, letting you pull him back to where he had been sitting previously. when you both take a seat next to each other, you let layla place her head in your lap and let jake wrap his arm around your waist securely. 

pulling out two grilled cheese sandwiches and a little snack for layla, you three watch the sun set into the horizon. or at least you and layla do, jake is too busy watching you to notice how far the sun had dipped below the outstretched sea.

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caught in the moment

pairing : niki x fem!reader

wc : 1.0k | genre : fluff

note : this is part of @buttabomma 's the color of love collab event !! thank you for letting me participate, i absolutely loved writing this :)

love was something you thought unmeasurable. there was no beginning and no end to the lengths you would go for your boyfriend and vice versa. your relationship was something that you couldn't even put into words.

so, as you and niki walked on the moon-lit beach, seafoam scattered along the water's edge, you couldn't exactly pinpoint the feeling that consumed your entire being. the feeling that made your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling at your intertwined hands.

"it's too windy, why'd you drag me out here in the middle of the night?" niki complained as he kicked some loose sand with his shoe.

"because, riki," you started, fiddling with the ends of your hoodie, "i couldn't sleep in that hotel bed. it was incredibly uncomfortable. plus, you were still awake."

niki frowned, holding up his other hand and glancing at his wrist, pretending to tell the time with an invisible watch. "that doesn't sound right. i'm normally asleep right now."

"but you're not," you sang, giving his hand a small squeeze. "besides, stop acting like you don't love every second you spend with me."

"i hate that you're right," niki muttered, rolling his eyes and looking anywhere but at you. he was clearly trying to hide his upturned lips.

giggling to yourself, you said, "you're absolutely whipped for me. i've got you wrapped around my finger."

"that is not true," niki protested, almost pausing to give you a pointed glare. "most would argue that you're the one wrapped around my finger, missy."

you squinted up at him. "i don't think so mr. nishimura. i am hearing a false statement right now."

niki rolled his eyes again. "you only hear what you want to hear."

"eh, sometimes," you mused, knowing he was partially correct.

chuckling, your boyfriend leaned down to place a quick kiss on the crown of your head, his laughter growing when you visibly leaned into his touch.

"you're so clingy," niki teased.

"me? clingy? have you met yourself? you came crawling into my bed earlier tonight because 'we're dating so we have to sleep in the same bed.'" you playfully snapped back, wearing an expression of disbelief at his absurd accusation.

"but we should be!" niki argued, throwing up his free hand in exasperation. he turned back to you before continuing. "you're going to look at me and tell me i'm wrong?"

"well, no-"

"of course not!" niki exclaimed, not giving you a chance to properly answer. "i can't believe my mom told me to 'be a gentleman' and take the pullout bed when you're my girlfriend and we sleep together all the fricking time."

"yes, but," you started before he could open his mouth again. "you're mom had good intentions. plus we don't need to be with each other 24/7. that's how relationships grow unhealthy."

niki looked as if he was breaking down your words before he said, "yeah, i guess you're right."

"mm hm," you hummed. "now close your mouth. i was enjoying the sound of waves before you started to complain."

"excuse me-"

"you're excused," you dismissed, then giggling at the expression that your boyfriend shot your way.

"you're rude. i don't know how i ever fell for you," niki said with a shake of his head. he removed his hand from yours before wrapping his arm over your shoulders.

"it's because i'm good-looking, smart, talented, the best...oh! and the only person who puts up with your shit," you answered with a curt nod.

"are you sure? that doesn't sound right," niki said as he looked down at you questionably.

"well then you answer your own question, genius," you quipped with an eye roll.

niki looked ahead as if he was contemplating something. "hm, maybe you are the only person who puts up with me."

"obviously. and for being as pretty as you are, sometimes you're not very smart, babe," you said, grinning in amusement.

niki glanced down at you, a smirk beginning to form on his face. "pretty, huh? i mean, i normally get 'handsome' or 'good-looking' but i could get used to 'pretty.'"

you sighed at his statement, mentally cursing yourself for letting the word 'pretty' slip out of your mouth. now you were going to have to deal with his inflated ego for the rest of the night. possibly even the rest of the time you were together. you knew he'd never let this moment go.

"i take it back," you tried, only to be met with niki's lips against your cheek.

"nope, no take-backsies. you already said it, babe," he smiled against your skin.

groaning, you tip your head back and look up at the night sky, finding the stars more interesting at the moment.

niki suddenly tugged you to a stop, using a hand to guide your chin back down so you were looking at him. he was smiling like he had just won the lottery, and you noticed stars almost identical to the ones in the sky sparkling in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

"i think you're really pretty, too, ya know," he whispered.

you felt your face begin to warm at his words. but, regardless of being flustered, you held eye contact with him.

niki cupped your face, swiping his left thumb over your cheek before placing a kiss on your forehead. as he pulled back, you opened your mouth to finally say something back but got interrupted when niki's lips crashed down your own, making all that you were going to say dissipate into the back of your mind.

kissing him back, you held onto his wrists, taking a step closer to him so your bodies were pressed against one another. when the both of you finally pulled away, your faces only inches apart, you couldn’t help the lopsided grin you gave him.

"i love you," you breathed, having got caught in the moment of just nishimura riki.

eyes widening suddenly, niki leaned back in surprise at the foreign words that had yet to be exchanged with one another. but at the sight of your sudden dismay and realization, he repeated the phrase, his voice coming out in a hushed tone. "i love you too."

i just had the best en- fic idea so i might start it as well as write a few chaps for good 4 u 🤔

tutti frutti ·˚ ༘♡

↝ pairing: seo changbin x reader ↝ genre: tooth-rotting fluff, slice of life, college au, friends to lovers au ↝ word count: 8.8k+ ↝ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, felix is fed up and just wants the two of you to date already so he can pass his bio midterm, changbin thinks you must be an actual idiot for not noticing he’s in love with you, you think he might be right (but he doesn’t need to know that…) literally just 8k words of you making changbin a panicked and chaotic mess

↝ description: changbin says i love you in many ways. much to his chagrin, you never notice any of them. a love story told in five fruit puns.

Seo Changbin, your partner in crime, always walks you home after your night classes end.

Like any sane college student, you hate night classes. Absolutely despise them, in fact, especially when the one you’re currently enrolled in is something as boring and tedious as philosophy. You hate them, but—seeing your best friend afterwards somehow makes them that much more bearable.

As the reason you missed your registration time and ended up with such a late class in the first place, Changbin is obligated—by contract, one you had written up and forced him to sign one night when you were drunk out of your mind—to ensure you don’t die walking back at 10pm.

Plus, he has a class nearby that ends around the same time (because the dummy managed to sleep through his registration) and it happens to be convenient for him to walk back with you.

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