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심재윤ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⨾ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwho knows? i might let you make me juno.
(🎼) ── 𝓢IM JAEYUN [제이크] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, crack, married au, humor, suggestive???ㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, skinship, kissing, suggestive themes but nothing crazy, pet-namesㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol hubby !ikeu 𝔁 fem baby fever wife !reader ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.6k꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which your husband seems to be painfully clueless to your advances... ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩
juno's note ─ hehehehehehehhe i feel the baby kicking in me already while writing this!!! /j if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡
you weren’t really sure when the baby fever started.
maybe it was that day your adorable niece fell asleep on your chest. or maybe it was when you passed by a store window and saw the tiniest pair of shoes imaginable, and your ovaries staged a coup. either way, it was happening.
i think i'm going insane cause why am i ovulating when my period isn't even completely over. god i loved this so much
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certified hater
summary: jake sim’s got a new roommate. and he hates it. he hates you. until one random wednesday afternoon, you look at him with those eyes, and suddenly he’s noticing things he definitely shouldn’t. now jake’s stuck trying to ignore the fact that his least favorite person is somehow making his heart beat faster. he didn’t sign up for this. but hey, neither did you.
genre: fluff | enemies to lovers
characters: jake x f!reader
words: 15.3k
warnings: curse words, kissing i guess
a/n: based on in this economy's jake! our fav hater is back!
“Well,” he sighed dramatically, hand over his heart. “There she goes. The only decent roommate I’ve ever had. The only one who cleaned the hair out of the drain without me having to beg. Who made late-night ramen taste like a Michelin-star meal. Who laughed at my jokes, told me when my shirt was inside out, and didn’t steal my shampoo.”
His best friend rolled her eyes, already halfway up the porch steps with her bag. “Jake, we’re literally 30 minutes away. You’re going to see me every other day.”
Jake turned to Heeseung with a sunny smile. “Well…take good care of her, yeah?”
“I do take care of her,” Heeseung said, voice flat, eyes sharp.
She snorted. “I’m not being shipped off to war, Jake.”
Jungwon—boba in hand, sunglasses on, posture far too relaxed for someone witnessing emotional carnage—finally spoke.
“Alright, drama club,” he called. “Wrap it up. People are starting to stare. Mostly me. And I’m starting to lose interest.”
Jake turned to him with a deep sigh. “What’s even the point of going home? The apartment is going to feel empty.”
Jungwon raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I still live there, right?”
Jake waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, but you don’t count. You don’t talk to me. You just throw protein bars at my head and call it a meal.”
single most greatest fic ever i love lovers that bicker and hate each other in the most endearing way
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tumblr is not social media. idk how to explain but its so calm here. like this is the field and the valleys. over there is the town and people. but here we are little sheep in our pastures eating our grass and laying in the sun <3
me and the girls @ tumblr
sometimes enhablr is like this. other times people are ripping eachothers throats our @s1rawb3rry
5 ⋆ 𝒽ypotheticals
Did you know that the café near my apartment started selling those matcha cream puffs you used to love? I passed by the window today and saw a whole tray of them, lined up neatly like they were waiting for someone to claim them. I almost bought one. Almost. But then I remembered how you always said they taste best when they're shared, and suddenly, it didn't seem worth it. I ended up getting coffee instead. It was bitter. I drank it anyway. I wonder if you'd still like those cream puffs now. If your tastes have changed. If you've changed.
4 ⋆ 𝒾n comes 𝒿ake
It's funny how I can still picture those nights in the summer. When we'd stay out too late, just talking and laughing, like we had all the time in the world. Back then, I don't think either of us realized how fleeting it was. I should've known. I should've seen it coming, but I was too caught up in the moment to care about what was ahead.
3 ⋆ 𝒷londies and sprain𝓈
I saw a kid on the train today holding a frog keychain just like the one you used to keep on your bag. It made me smile. Do you remember when you lost it before finals and blamed it for your “bad luck”? You were so dramatic. You still are, I guess. The weather’s gotten colder. I finally gave in and bought that fuzzy hoodie from the store by the station—the one I kept saying was “too overpriced for glorified fluff.” It's stupid soft though. You’d like it. I walked past the old takoyaki stall the other day. The guy remembered me. He asked if I still come by with “that tall kid who never stops dancing.” I didn’t know what to say.
2 ⋆ 𝓈hattered silenc𝑒
Did you know they renovated the bridge near the park? The one we used to sit under when we skipped cram school? It doesn't look the same anymore. It's newer, cleaner. No more carvings in the wood, no more initials scratched into the railing. It's like we were never there at all. I think about that a lot—how things change so easily, how we leave marks on places, on people, and sometimes, they disappear like we were never there in the first place. I don't know why I'm writing this. It's not like you'd care.
1 ⋆ 𝒻ading echoe𝓈
I wonder if we could go back to that summer, to those nights when everything felt like it had infinite possibilities. Maybe I could've kissed you before you left, maybe I could've told you I loved you. Or maybe I should've just told you the truth-that I was terrified of losing you. Maybe that's why I didn't fight for you when you left. I was afraid of loving someone who would never come back.