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₊˚⊹♡ celebrity crush in reverse

𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: chefinfluencer!jay x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 SYNOPSIS: to stalk her ex on the internet, y/n decides to create sugar talking, a fake baking business account. she's not prepared to receive real orders or accidentally go viral. then a renowned cooking influencer reaches out for a collab. this strategy just got more complicated... 𝜗𝜚 PLAYLIST: link here 🩷 𝜗𝜚 CONTENT: angst angst angst (poor y/n is put through the wringer but she'll be in her healing era soon), y/n and jay mutually stalk each other's social media, mentions of past nudity and intimacy in essay y/n shares 𝜗𝜚 NOTES: everyone stream florescence this summer <33 i found that the essay y/n quotes on her story is by an author named brianna wiest, go and support her work! also thank you so much for the love you've given this wip already, it makes my heart warm <3

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pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!reader

summary: You come home exhausted after a horrible day at work, and your boyfriend Sunghoon immediately comforts you, takes care of you all night and stays close until you fall asleep in his arms.

content: very fluffy, established relationship, comforting, reader cries, kisses, petnames (baby), reader has a toxic work environment - lmk if i forgot something! wc: 1.7k

ʟᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ 🧸✦ this is my first fic and english isn't my first language so please understand if this isn’t perfect yet! hope you enjoy this corny first fic i wrote <3

ᯓ★ now playing: Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

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Ever since you started working at your new job, life had become a lot more exhausting than it used to be.

Working in an office full of people who were much older than you was already intimidating enough, but what made it worse was the constant feeling that you never truly belonged there. No matter how hard you tried, your coworkers rarely included you in conversations, and every day felt like a battle to prove that you deserved to be there.

Today had been especially difficult.

One coworker had spent the entire day making passive-aggressive comments, and somehow your boss had found yet another reason to criticize you in front of everyone. By the time your shift ended, you were mentally drained. You had spent most of the day fighting back tears, counting down the hours until you could finally go home.

The moment you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of home.

Sunghoon was sitting on the couch, one arm stretched across the backrest while some random show played quietly on the television. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up, his expression softening immediately.

“Baby?”

You didn’t even have the energy to answer properly.

“Hi.”

Sunghoon muted the television and studied your face for a moment.

“That bad?” he asked.

Your shoulders immediately dropped.

“I’m so tired, Hoon.”

Without another word, he opened his arms and that was all it took.

You practically collapsed onto the couch beside him.

The second you settled against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you into his chest. One hand slid into your hair while the other rubbed slow circles against your back.

“Tell me everything.”

You buried your face against his hoodie and let out a quiet sigh.

Then the words just spilled out.

You told him about your coworker, about your boss, about how alone you felt, and how every morning you woke up already dreading work before the day had even begun.

Sunghoon listened quietly the entire time. He never interrupted, never looked distracted, and never once told you that you were overreacting.

He simply listened.

When your voice finally cracked, the tears you’d been holding back all day started falling. Immediately, his arms tightened around you.

“Hey, hey…” he whispered.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“It’s okay.”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’m trying so hard and it’s still not enough.”

“For them, maybe.” he murmured softly. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not enough.”

You closed your eyes as his words settled over you.

Sunghoon rested his cheek against the top of your head, holding you a little closer.

“You know what I see?”

You sniffled and looked up at him slightly.

“What?”

“Someone who wakes up every morning and keeps going even when things are difficult.”

He pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“Someone who works harder than anyone I know.”

Another kiss.

“Someone who’s incredibly kind.”

His lips brushed your skin again before he smiled softly.

“And someone I love very much.”

Fresh tears filled your eyes.

“Hoon…”

“They don’t get to decide your worth, okay?” he whispered. “Some rude coworkers and a bad boss don’t get to tell you who you are.”

You felt yourself relaxing slightly in his embrace, and Sunghoon’s smile softened when he noticed.

“There’s my girl.”

A weak laugh escaped you.

“I should make dinner.”

The second you tried to sit up, his arms tightened around your waist.

“Absolutely not.”

“Hoon-” you tried to stand up but his grip tightened.

“Nope. I can cook.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie.” you said, knowing that he usually hates cooking.

He gasped dramatically.

“I’m offended.” your boyfriend said in a playful tone.

You couldn’t help laughing. “You’re terrible at cooking.”

“Okay, rude.” he answered.

“You’re literally proving my point.” you smiled at his answer.

Sunghoon pinched your side gently, making you flinch and laugh at the same time.

“Comfortable clothes. Now.”

You chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your nose.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

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While Sunghoon attempted to make dinner, you changed into one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts before heading back into the kitchen.

You found him standing in front of the stove, concentrating harder than anyone should while making scrambled eggs.

Quietly, you wrapped your arms around his back from behind.

“How’s it going?” you asked him softly, smiling into his neck.

“Don’t distract me baby.”

You laughed softly. “It’s just eggs.”

“Exactly.”

“Hoon, these eggs are fighting for their lives right now.” He let out a small laugh at your comment.

You rested your chin against his shoulder, watching him work. “It smells good.”

Sunghoon smiled proudly without looking away from the pan.

“See? I’m improving.”

A few minutes later, the two of you were sitting together at the table.

The meal wasn’t fancy, scrambled eggs, toast, a few cherry tomatoes, and leftover rice and tofu from the day before. But somehow it tasted better than most restaurant meals.

Maybe because of who made it.

Sunghoon watched you carefully while you ate. When you noticed, you pointed your fork at him.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked while you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Because you’re cute.” he said smiling at your cute reaction.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is.”

“Sunghoon.”

He laughed softly, then his expression slowly softened as he looked at you.

“I just hate seeing you sad.”

Your heart squeezed at his words.

He reached across the table and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them gently.

“I love you.”

You smiled immediately.

“I love you too.”

“Good.”

“Good?”, you asked, chuckling softly.

“Just checking.”

You laughed under your breath.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

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After dinner, Sunghoon insisted on washing the dishes despite your protests.

While he took care of the mess in the kitchen you settled down on the couch and scrolled through your phone but after he disappeared into the kitchen for several minutes, you went looking for him.

Before you could say anything, two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Found you.” Sunghoon said, his grip softly tightening around you.

You smiled.

“There you are.”

He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder.

“Come with me.”

He guided you toward the bathroom, still holding onto your hand. The moment the door opened, you froze.

The room was filled with the soft scent of vanilla. Warm candlelight flickered across the walls, and the bathtub was already prepared, steam gently rising from the water.

You turned toward him.

“You did all this?”

He shrugged slightly, almost shy.

“Hoon…”

He cupped your face gently, his touch warm and steady. “You deserve nice things too, you know.”

Your expression softened immediately.

“Thank you so much.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Take your time and relax.”

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After your bath, you felt lighter.

Not because your problems had disappeared, but because for the first time all day, your shoulders didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, Sunghoon was already waiting.

He looked up from his phone and smiled softly. “There she is.”

You climbed onto the bed beside him, slipping under the blankets with a quiet sigh. The moment you settled in, he reached for you almost instinctively, like it was second nature.

His arm slid around your waist.

“Comfortable?” he murmured.

“Mm-hm.”

“Good.”

But apparently that still wasn’t close enough for him.

A few seconds later, he gently pulled you back until your back was pressed fully against his chest.

You let out a quiet laugh. “Hoon.”

“What?”

“You’re squeezing me.” you laughed.

“And?”

“And I need oxygen.”

“You’ll survive.” he answered, holding you as tight as possible.

Sunghoon's voice was already getting heavier with sleep, which only made you smile. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and let out a quiet, content sigh.

You could hear the smile in his voice even without seeing it.

Being close to you like this had always come naturally to him. Holding your hand, resting his arm around you, pulling you closer without thinking like it was the most normal thing in the world. Especially after days like this.

His fingers found yours beneath the blanket and intertwined with them.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Your heart softened immediately. “For what?”

“For getting through today.” He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear. “And yesterday.” Another kiss. “And every difficult day before that.”

You closed your eyes, breathing a little slower now.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

For a while, the room fell quiet. Only your breathing and the distant city outside filled the space.

Just when you thought he’d fallen asleep, his arms tightened around you slightly.

“Still here?” you whispered.

“Mm-hm.” he hummed softly.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Making sure you’re okay first.”

Your chest warmed. This place right here, in the arms of the person you loved the most, was your home. Not a place but a person.

“I’m okay.”

“Good.”

Then he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.

“Hoon…”

“Yes?”

“There’s literally no space between us.”

“Exactly.”

You laughed softly. “Clingy.”

“Only with you.”

His voice was barely above a whisper now, warm, slow, already half asleep.

You turned in his arms so you were facing him. He immediately adjusted, pulling you into his chest like he’d been waiting for you to do it all along.

One hand settled in your hair, the other rested firmly on your back. His thumb moved in slow, soothing circles through your hoodie.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better.” you whispered.

He smiled, resting his forehead gently against yours as he slowly placed his lips onto yours.

For several minutes, he just held you like that, fingers slowly brushing through your hair, sleepy kisses and his hand occasionally rubbing your back whenever you shifted.

Every touch was steady and calm, like he was trying to remind you without words that you were safe here. That you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

Eventually, your eyes began to feel heavy and of course, he noticed immediately.

He always did.

His hand moved to your cheek, thumb brushing softly across your skin.

“Sleep, baby.”

You hummed softly. “Stay close.”

His expression softened. “Always.”

One last kiss landed on your forehead before he gently tucked your head beneath his chin.

And even as sleep slowly took over, he didn’t let go once.

With the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth wrapped around you completely, you finally drifted off together.

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riki is your tattoo artist husband

content: smau ⟡ tattooartist!riki x reader ⟡ profanity ⟡ suggestive ⟡ dad riki

a/n: in honour of fathers day...heres a little dad riki 🥹 this can be read as a standalone (i think) but i suggest u read the other parts first!! go follow my insta @ nishimmortal ! i post teasers and polls for future posts on there so check it out :)

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masterlist ⟡ 1 ⟡ 2 ⟡ 3 ⟡ epilogue

Pairings: cold!husband!riki x wife!reader Synopsis: when worsening period cramps bring tears to your eyes, someone calls you a "cry baby" and your husband, Riki steps in to defend you without hesitation. Warnings: nothing-? period cramps, just riki is really rich, kisses-? lowk fluff? Wordcount: short for you to read honey ;) continuation of the cold husband riki series, can be read as a stand alone

You wake up feeling a pain shoot right through your abdomen. You slowly sit up, trying not to trigger any motion.

You got your period.

Despise is the best word to describe what you feel about your periods.

You don't particularly hate it only cause of the pain piercing your abdomen and back, but you hate it because of how emotional it makes you.

You get a ton of mood swings, you cry easily, be rude, get irritated, be angry and roll your eyes throughout the day. You hated that- hated being like that.

But oh well, its not like you can skip it.

You reach towards your phone which was on the bedside table and look at the time, its reaching 10. Riki was already at work, as always.

He never woke you up early at 5 am along with him or at 8 when he leaves. He always wanted you to get as much rest as possible and if it meant you sleeping till noon, then so be it.

❥ starring . . lee heeseung ⋆˚꩜｡ socmed au .

➷ matchingmaking — streamer!lee heeseung ‹𝟹 fem!reader

「 𝜗ৎ where . . . you look to release some steam off by playing roblox! unfortunately, your anger gets the best of you and you end up cursing someone out in your server out of habit. while asleep, your phone gets bombed by thousands of notifications and you wake up to find out that the person you cursed out last night is also one of the top streamers of all time right now .. suddenly, you’re dragged into an odd, new friend group, thousands of tweets, and lee heeseungs’ messages? 」

ʚɞ general — smau (21 ss) 9୧ crack, fluff ⸝⸝ romcom ˙ 𖥦 streamer au . . ot7 enha mentioned & beomgyu (txt) 𝄞 — humor ! slow burn ? — enemies to lovers (perhaps) ᝰ pov switches 𓎟𓎟 online dating . . .

⤷ contains — cursing ꪆ arguments ˙ 𖥦 ROMMULAS SNEAK ꩜ death jokes ! 𓏵 inappropriate jokes ❛ lowk a filler . .

ⓘ authors note — this chapter might be disappointing and i might be losing the plot But nobody can tell me what to do because im the writer and i can delete this entire thing in two seconds🆗 Ill post next chap quickly

▶︎ EPISODES 𓂃𓂃 01 ⋆ 02 ⋆ 03 ⋆ 04 ⋆ 05 ⋆ 06 ⋆ 07 ⋆ 08 ⋆ 09 ⋆ 10 ⋆ 11 ⋆ 12 ⋆ 13 . . .

Please fertilize me! 🗣️