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ok but why is it that every time i write for niki it goes triple platinum on my blog hello ....

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HI BABY!! it’s been so long how are you??!

HII OMG ive been good !!!! i had to take a sudden break bc ive been just so busy with uni on top of working ... three part time jobs .... but im back (for now! - being weary of saying that officially since idk if ill disappear again hah...)

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constellation - n. riki ✶⋆.˚

summary: a late night, sleepy half-formed thoughts and quiet touches ──────── Niki x reader (established relationship) || sfw, super duper fluffy and wholesome idk im in my feels || w/c: 1k

a/n: GUESS WHOS BACK (no one remembers me) ... anyways i was rewatching the colour analysis enoclock ep and heeseung mentioned Ni-ki's seven moles on his back and i just thought it was such an endearing feature i wanted to write smth about it !!!

"You've got a lot of moles on your back."

You're not even sure why you say it, and it's only once the words leave your mouth that you realise it's a bit of an odd thing to point out. To be fair, though, it's starting to become one of those nights when you're so sleepy that you can't bother filtering your thoughts. Niki turns to look at you, halfway through pulling on a shirt, and even though his brows are raised, you can tell he isn't entirely surprised by your words.

"Oh, yeah," he says calmly, "you've never noticed before?"

"Hm, I've seen them but," you hum, lazily letting your head fall back onto the bed where you're lying, watching him, "it just never occurred to me how many you have."

He laughs softly, pulling his shirt over his head, and soon you feel the mattress dip beside you as he sinks into it. You instinctively shuffle over to make room for him, but Niki, always wanting to be closer to you, finds his way right up against you - his arm brushing up against yours.

"Hey," you mumble, turning to watch as he lifts his face from the pillow, "let me see them again." The way you ask is almost childish, but even through your half-lidded eyes, you can see how he's a little taken aback by your request.

"The moles?"

"What else, dummy?" you scoff, stifling a yawn. Despite your jab he does as you say, tugging the hem of his shirt up so that you can see his back again.

Even though the room is dim, you can make them out just clear enough - small and dark against the pale skin of his back. There's something so quietly beautiful about them and the fact that not many other people would get to see them up close the way you are right now.

Maybe it's that realisation of how vulnerable he's letting himself be around you that pushes your hand out to press a gentle finger to the one highest on his back, just above his shoulder blade. He tenses slightly, clearly not expecting your touch, but soon calms.

"They're like stars," you say, barely above a whisper.

Normally, and if it were with anyone else, Niki probably would've protested, laughed and told them that they were overthinking things. But in this low light, in this bed with you and with the feeling of sleep pulling at his eyelids, he can't find the heart, or energy, to say anything to spoil this moment.

"I guess so," he hums back, but once he feels your finger begin to move, tracing a shape on his back, he can't help but let out a quiet laugh. "What are you doing now?"

"Making a constellation," you say, in such a matter-of-fact tone that Niki finds himself unable to say anything more - he just resigns himself to feeling the sensation of your finger against his back, slow and steady, almost soothing.

"They're pretty," you say once you've finished your path, satisfying your curiosity and gently pulling his shirt back down. You flop back onto the bed next to him, watching as he turns to face you, cheeks flushed the slightest shade of pink.

"You know they say that your moles are where your past lover kissed you the most," you hum, and he just laughs softly.

"You really believe that kind of stuff?"

You make an effort to shrug, as if to say why not? Silently, you pull your hands out from under the covers and cradle his face gently, tracing your thumb over his features like you have so many times. You stop a couple of times - at the mole on his chin, under his eyes, on his cheek.

"You must've been really loved in your past life," you whisper, and like everything you've said that night you're not sure why you say it. Still, you can feel his gaze on you, soft and with an endearment you know he reserves only for you.

"You think so?" he says, finally breaking the silence.

You nod ever so slightly, fingers still resting on his cheekbone. "You must've been lucky."

He brings his hand up to grab yours, intertwining his fingers with yours in a motion that feels so familiar now that it almost feels instinctive. With his other hand, he pulls you closer, pressing his forehead to you - the entire time his eyes never failing to meet yours despite the vulnerability in his expression.

"I think," he whispers, "I still am."

It's your turn to scoff at his somewhat cheesy response, but the sound is quickly swallowed up by his lips meeting yours - soft and sure, like he's been waiting the entire night for this moment and now that it's here, he clearly has no intentions of rushing it. Your fingers tighten in his as you sigh into the kiss, even after months of being together you're not sure if you'll ever get used to the feeling of him taking your breath away.

When you finally pull apart, you only do so enough to catch your breath, which you're sure Niki can feel on his face.

"You're so weird sometimes," he finally says, a lazy smile hanging off of his lips.

"You love it," you whisper back, pressing your nose to his as you let out a soft giggle.

He only chuckles in response, though it's enough for you. Silently, and still with his hand tightly gripping yours, he pulls you in closer so that your head is tucked under his chin, the blankets wrapped around the two of you. Gently, his thumb brushes over the stretch of your hand with a steady rhythm that lulls you to sleep and before you realise it, your eyes are half closed.

You shuffle, pressing your face further into his neck. The last thing you hear before drifting of is his voice again, though with how quiet he says it you're not sure if he's talking to you, himself, or the universe.

"I’m glad it’s you."

And even if he feels you smile against his chest in response, he doesn't say anything — just holds you tighter, like he never plans to let go.

taglist (for niki fics! <3) @miniw0nz @microwvdstrawb3rri3s

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HELLO IM ALIVE !!! just super busy with uni, work and spending way too much money when im out with friends lolll but know that i'm working and making progress on a pt2 for this sunghoon fic so if anyone wants to be added to the taglist feel free to comment !! <333 appreciate everyone still reading my fics <3333

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﹙WEEK 4﹚﹒﹒﹒

what's one song you'd love to see portrayed as a fic?

please respond and tag your response with #PROJECT ENHABLR ／ WEEK 4

i just love all songs that give off that yearning or like tension vibe soooo it's hard to pick one so ill list a few HAHA (sue me)

right side of my neck by faye webster

about you by the 1975

sweet by cigarettes after sex

valentine by laufey

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Hi! Just wondering if you’re still into F1 and writing F1 fics too? Will you be watching this season?

hiii yes i am !! as of right now like i've said before, i don't really have any ideas of my own but if i get requests for f1 that i like ill defs write them !! and yes im super excited for the new season (but also holding my expectations bc of how mixed around everything is this year haha)

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do i wanna know? ✮⋆˙ - park jongseong

summary: while attending a performance by your friend's band, you locked eyes with their guitarist up on stage - though you wouldn't have guessed that you caught a lot more than just his gaze ──────── rock guitarist! jay x reader || sfw, lots of tension, jay's a bit mean (but i like him like that) || w/c: 1.3k

a/n: TRUST ive been busy this week guys so i had to fart this one out real quick when i felt the inspo come to me - i promise im working on part 2s for the others but i hope u enjoy this one !!! (cus it lowk is quite self-indulgent lol)

Jay had never made a mistake on stage before.

If he ever had though, it wouldn't have been a huge deal. It wasn't like his band was that famous yet, and he was only the guitarist after all. If he had been in Heeseung's position as the singer or Niki on bass, then maybe his little hiccup would've been more noticeable. Luckily for him though, he had been practising with these guys for as long as he could remember, and playing guitar for even longer than that - so he had never once questioned his skill.

Until tonight, when he spotted you in the crowd, standing in stark contrast to the rowdy men who surrounded you - the typical audience his band drew in. There was no way he couldn't have noticed you when you were dressed like that and looking at him like that, like he was the only one on stage, the only one in the world. He'd have to be some sort of god not to stuff up, at least a little.

All concerns about the complaints he'd have to hear after the show washed away quickly when he found himself locking eyes with you, an eager smirk spreading across his features. It's electric, and he feels his heart swell with pride in a way it never has before. It only takes a small nudge from Heeseung, though, and he's back, fingers moving swiftly and falling smoothly back into the rhythm of the song - though you don't leave his mind.

"Seriously, dude?" Jake sighs as they file off of the stage, having to yell a bit over the sound of the crowd chanting for an encore as he twirls his drumstick in one hand.

"What," Jay spits, though he already knows what's coming.

"You can't just be stuffing up like that, especially not on stage," the drummer sighs, pushing him to the side.

"Whatever, finger just slipped, alright?" Jay scoffed in response as they headed into the break room, unlooping his guitar strap from around him and settling it down in his case.

"Well, it better not happen again," Heeseung's voice is laced with malice, "I'm serious."

"Well, I'm going out for a smoke," Jay replies, half-heartedly waving to the rest of his bandmates, cigarette already dangling from his lips as he pushes past them to the back exit.

The cold night air hits him stronger than he was expecting, and in combination with the deadly quiet, the atmosphere forces him to sober up a little bit. Sure, it was dumb making a mistake like that, he knows, but no one smart has ever been a rockstar. He leans against the back wall with a sigh, looking upward to the empty night sky. Then in a swift, almost automatic motion, he pulls his lighter out of his back pocket, cupping it to the end of his cigarette.

In between tours, practices and performing, he can't remember the last time he's had a moment to himself that was this quiet and he can audibly hear the faint crackle his cigarette lets out as it sparks to life - as well as the impatient tapping of what sounds like a high-heeled boot coming not far away from him.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine," you huff, crossing your arms over yourself in an attempt to protect your bare skin from the weather, "just wan't expecting it to be this damn cold."

He laughs, low and a little cocky, almost as if he's entertaining you with it. "What are you doing out here then, sweetheart?"

You choose to ignore his pet name, "isn't it obvious?"

He raises an interested brow, moving towards you at an infuriatingly slow pace, his boots scraping against the pavement. He stops just close enough that you catch the faint scent of smoke mixed with something softer - his cologne? You bite your bottom lip in irritation, not at the slow way he looks you up and down, as if he's savouring you, but rather at the strange way it makes you feel.

"Waiting for someone?" There's a sudden tenderness in his tone, and he's unable to hide his intrigue.

You nod, "for Jake."

"Ah," he says, almost in disappointment, as he leans back against the wall with a soft thud, and you watch intently as his slender hands come up to pull his cigarette away from his mouth - shortly followed by the smooth grey smoke that pierces through the dark air. His silver rings glimmer in the moonlight, catching your eye. "You're one of his groupies."

"I wouldn't call myself th-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, what ridiculous name has he come up for you guys now, hm? His darlings? His angels?"

"I'm his friend," you say curtly, shifting your weight from one foot onto the other, "plus I'm just here to watch the show."

Jay hums, tilting his head as he exhales another slow stream of smoke, though you notice he makes an effort to do it away from your direction. "So you came all the way out here in that," his eyes flick down to your outfit, lingering just long enough to make a point, "just to see the show?"

"Believe it or not, yeah."

"Interesting," he says, dragging out the word. "You know I knew Jake was dense, but keeping a pretty thing like you around just as a friend is just plain stupid."

You're taken aback, caught between feeling offended and weirdly flattered. "Well, better a friend then some weird stranger I'm only entertaining because I'm waiting for him, hm?"

"And yet you're here talking to me still and not waiting backstage to throw yourself at him," he tilts his head with a smirk, as if he's figured something out, "doesn't really seem like you're in a rush to see him."

You scoff, crossing your arms even tighter. "Not that it's any of your business, but I don't throw myself at anyone."

"You don't?" His lips curl at the edges in a way that makes you narrow your eyes. "Could've fooled me with the way you were looking at me up on stage."

You feel a heat prick at the back of your neck - you didn't think he'd noticed that, but you refuse to let him get to you. "You mean when you messed up your set?" you say back teasingly. "Yeah, I did notice that."

He laughs, but this time it's more genuine, almost as if he's actually impressed by your response. "You're good, quick, I like that in a woman."

"Don't care."

"Liar."

You glare at him, and he just grins like he's enjoying this far too much - and judging from the way he's looking at you, he is, and guessing from the way your heart pounds in your chest, you might be too.

Before you can fire back, the door swings open, and Jake's voice cuts through the thick tension. "There you are!" His brows furrow when he sees Jay and just how close the two of you are standing. "What are you doing out here with her?"

"I was just giving your friend here some directions," he smirks, tossing his cigarette onto the pavement and stepping on it with his boot.

Jake's frown deepens, and he reaches for your wrist, tugging you gently but firmly toward the door. "Come on, let's go."

You let him pull you inside, but not before glancing over your shoulder. Jay's still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you - though this time his gaze is heavier. You twist your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were looking, but not before catching the flicker of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, like he's tasted something intriguing - something he's not quite done with yet.

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also ngl i think my fics might be manifesting stuff for me bc ... tell me why i got put in a group project with my crush today 😭

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back at uni today !!! so sorry if i become even more ia (tho tbh last time during finals i got rlly active bc im a major procrastinator so who knows lol)

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(im the one who asked about the sunghoon: such a mess together) take your time writing for it! I'm just happy to know you are planning to eventually. also im a sucker for enemies to lovers so please do keep them coming!

aaa tyty!! i actually started writing the second part today and have every intention of finishing it asap for u guys <3333 anyone whoo wants to be tagged can just send me an ask/dm/reply or wtv ~~~

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the day that i met you, i started dreaming ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

summary: in which a stranger on the bus falls asleep on your shoulder, but you don't seem to mind ──────── non idol! jake x reader || sfw, no warnings just an awkward meetcute || w/c: 1.2k

[ a/n: something cute and short while i try to come up with second parts for my recent sunghoon and niki fic ksdjfksjdf ]

You couldn't remember the last time you had stayed so completely still.

Sure, there was the fact that you were mostly exhausted from a long shift at work and could barely find the energy to move a muscle. There was also the long bus ride ahead, one you weren't entirely looking forward to. But if anything - it was most likely due to the weight of a certain stranger's head resting against your shoulder, and the soft but somehow endearing snores he was letting out as he slept.

Now, you weren't going to lie, you had noticed him the minute he got on the bus, a couple stops after you did. His large brown eyes scanned for an empty seat, the way his lips parted just slightly as he did. There was something about him, something adorable charming that you just couldn't shake - and it was this very thing that made your heart flutter when he finally chose the empty spot next to you, shooting you a quick half-smile as if to excuse himself for bothering you.

You had returned it politely, but almost immediately shifted in your seat to face the window, telling yourself not to be silly and get worked up over such a minor interaction. But it was difficult to maintain this same composure when only a couple seconds later you were surprised by a gentle weight on your shoulder.

Your first instinct had been to freak out, to shake him awake to avoid the inevitable awkwardness that awaited the two of you once he woke up. But the longer you sat there, noticing just how peaceful he looked, the less you felt like disturbing him.

So instead you willed yourself to stay still, to fight against the nervous tremble you felt building within you the longer you let the situation process. It didn't help that as the bus continued its journey, every bump it drove over would push his weight further onto you. But strangely, after getting over the initial shock you found the awkward feeling of his head on your shoulder become something different, something closer to comfort, something you could let yourself enjoy.

Against your better judgment, you found yourself stealing casual glances at him every so often, curiosity getting the better of you. He was even better looking up close, long lashes resting against his skin, dark strands of hair falling over his features. You could feel how steady his breaths were, and you were caught between feeling envy for how good a sleep he must be getting and awe at how attractive he looked, even while sleeping.

Somehow, he must've felt the weight of your gaze, and soon enough his eyes fluttered open - causing you to whip your neck around and clear your throat awkwardly, not wanting to seem like a total creep for watching him sleep. He blinked slowly, brows knitting together as he struggled against his tiredness, not moving his head from your shoulder for a second. Once he finally did though he turned to you slowly, brain still processing the situation before his deep brown eyes widened and he jerked up straight.

"Oh-" His voice was still hoarse from sleeping, which only deepened his embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to-" he began to stutter, eyes searching your face for your reaction.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him. "It's okay," you said, trying your best to sound reassuring. "You looked like you needed it."

He let out a breathy chuckle, still looking embarrassed but visibly relieved that you weren't annoyed. "Yeah, long day," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Did I, uh- snore or anything?"

"A little, but it was kind of cute."

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Great, perfect," he sighed sarcastically.

There was a slight pause before he spoke again as if he was preparing himself to confront the awkwardness of the situation with politeness. "Thanks for not shoving me off or anything."

You shrugged, trying your best to act calm even though his words brought immense relief that you had made the right decision. "Seemed like too much effort," you said.

He nodded, hesitating again before speaking. "So, uh, I feel like I should repay you somehow, I don't know, buy you a coffee or something?" His eyes scan your face again, only this time it's clear he's not looking for a reaction or anything but more looking at you, at your features the same way you were with him before.

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Are you asking because you want to, or because you feel obligated?"

He blinks, caught off guard by your question before letting out a slightly awkward chuckle. "Uh, both?"

"Honest, I'll give you that."

The bus slowed and you suddenly realised you were almost at your stop. "Tell you what," you said with a tone that sounded a little too eager, "if you see me on this bus again, you can ask me then."

His mouth opened slightly like he wanted to argue, but he just exhaled with a small laugh, shaking his head in a way that showed this whole situation was far more strange than he had expected it. "Alright, fair deal."

You could feel his eyes on you as he stood up to let you off, and when you turned to say your goodbye you saw him chewing on his bottom lip, thinking. "Or," he pipes up again, and it sounds like his words are moving faster than his brain with the sudden tone he says them with, "or you could just, you know, give me your number now? I mean, you don't have to, just figured I'd-"

You paused, biting back a grin as you looked back at him over your shoulder. His face is practically on fire, fingers tapping nervously against his knee. There's something about the way he looks at you - half-hopeful that you'll agree, half-ready to sink into the seat and disappear if you don't - that makes you hold out your hand.

"Alright, hand over your phone," you sigh in faux exhaustion, though there's a smile toying at your lips as you do. He fumbles to unlock his phone, practically shoving it into your hands and after quickly entering your number you hand it back.

"See you around-," you say, pausing for him to tell you his name as the bus halts to a stop and the doors hiss open.

"Oh, Jake!" he eagerly blurts out, looking up at you from his screen with a lopsided smile. One you can't help but copy as you step off of the bus, the cool night air hitting you as you did.

He watches as you do, sinking back into his seat. As he does he can't help but consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he's still sleeping, because this all feels too much like a dream to be true.

He watches as you do, sinking back into his seat, letting out a laugh almost in disbelief. As he does he can't help but consider the possibility that maybe he's hasn't actually woken up yet - because he swears, he might still be dreaming.

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ONG ONE OF MY MOOTS PUT ME ON THE NIKI FIC AKSJDBEJDBDB RAHHHHHH. Even if it was a cliche you wrote it so well 😩😩. Please I don’t wanna pressure you but damnnnnn I might need a part two 🫣. Also!! I’m kinda new to your page what would u rec for meeeee.

ps- wanna be mooties (also new to writing)

AAAA THANK U SM !! that means a lot i was worried when i first had the idea that it would be too ... cheesy but im so happy to hear that !! and yes i think itd be a massive disservice to all the ppl commenting for a pt2 if i didn't make one - and yes! if you like the enemies to lovers trope im pretty proud of the recent sunghoon fic i wrote (also ofc id love to be moots! <3)

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can i please please please be added to the tag list for part 2 (if there is any) for such a mess together:)

ofc ofc !! im glad u enjoyed it !! <33

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hi! love your writing, really be feeding into my delulu 🤧🤧 I was just wondering do you would write more parts for this? https://www.tumblr.com/purinfelix/775413981761470464/focus-on-me?source=share

hii tysm !!! <33 at the moment im thinking i most likely will because its a trope i love too much to only write one fic for HAHA (tho i have to say it did a lot better than i expected lolol....) im just trying to decide what i want to write next and also trying to get out some of the other fic ideas i have before working on a part 2 for this one!

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can i please please please be tagged in any ni-ki fics ESPECIALLY IF U WRITE MORE WITH THE UR NO GOOD FOR ME BUT BABY I WANT YOUUUUU 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼

yes ofcc !!! HAHA i reckon i might but idk im not rlly sure where else to take it after the first part LOL

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I have read both of your recent fics, and i gotta say girl you’re a phenomenal writer don’t you worry about not doing well for any sequel. I have faith in your abilities and you should too 🤎🤎

omgg 🥹 i saw the other comment u made in one of ur reblogs of my fic and i have to say ur sosososo sweet like !!! these kinds of comments make me feel so seen and grateful for people reading and enjoying my fics thank you soooo much ilyily <3333

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NEW MOOTIE OMG HI!!!! YOU LIKE F1 AND BLUE LOCK???? we gotta be besties now.

OMG HII !?!? yes literally immediate besties AAAA <333