Jaywalks007

[jaywalks007]

JAY WALKSS

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save a horse, ride the cowboy

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sunghoon biased, OT7

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Pinky promise? - n.rk.

Pairing: Ni-ki x Female!Reader

Setting: Decelis University AU (Non-Idol / College)

Genre: Domestic Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cuddling, skinship, kissing

Word Count: ~750 words

a/n.: hiyaaa, it's been a while... I've been studying a lot lately but this is a little something that's been sitting in my drafts for a while.. as always let me know what you think!! hope you like ittt mwah

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Summer break had just begun at Decelis university, and Jay was hosting a celebratory party. So Riki – your boyfriend – obviously had to be there.

You planned to go too, but in the end decided against it, blaming the pounding headache caused by the current heatwave – which now has faded to an insistent yet ignorable pressure. He offered to stay home with you, not wanting to leave you alone while you were feeling ill, but you insisted he went.

So that’s how you ended up here. Alone, in bed, sprawled out in a star fish pose, with your blanket kicked to the end of the bed. It was around 3 am and Riki still wasn’t home yet. You couldn’t sleep until he got home.

It wasn’t about distrust, or that you feared sleeping alone. It was worry. The concern that something happened to him on the way home, or even at the party was heavy enough that you couldn’t get a hint of sleep.

Just as you were deep in a sleep-deprived spiral about something, the door opened and the sound of keys cluttering filled the atmosphere. Crawling out of bed, you went to check the noise with a small, adoring smile playing on your lips.

The sight that greeted you cast a warmth to spread in your chest from affection.

Your boyfriend was leaning down, to get the keys he just dropped. His hair was messy, like he ran a hand through it one too many times. When he noticed you, the nonchalance he used with his friends melted off him. Leaving a tipsy twenty-one-year-old, who was happy to finally see his girlfriend again.

“Hey babe. I missed you. The party was so boring without you.” He moved his arm to hug your waist, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent then letting out a sigh of relief.

You could feel and scent the alcohol, making him softer, but no less attentive.

After placing his stuff down, and having a bit of small talk, you decided both of you were too tired to continue the conversation tonight, so you moved to get ready for bed.

While he was busy changing, you brought a cup of water and painkillers to the bedside table in case of morning headaches.

As you were brushing your teeth, he came up behind you and wrapped you in a hug again. His chin resting on the top of your head. “How is your head, pretty?” the caring and worry in his voice made your heart flutter.

Even while drunk he cared about your health first.

“Better, now it’s barely there. Still, I wouldn’t have been fun at the party if I went.” you locked eyes with him in the mirror.

After he also brushed his teeth, and washed his face, he turned you to face him. Pulling you into a tight hug. You could still smell the faint scent of alcohol on him. “You’re always fun. I was being serious though” he paused for a beat. “The party was pretty lame without you.”

He kissed the top of your head gently, then gently took your hand to lead you back to bed.

He fell into bed first, pulling you with him, so you landed on top of him. He cupped your cheeks softly and pressed a sweet, loving kiss on your lips. The warmth of his body added to the heat already in the room was a lot to say the least. Yet you didn’t care anymore; all that mattered was that Riki was here. Safe, content, and soft in your arms.

“How boring was it here without me?” he joked lightly, keeping his voice low.

“Very” you replied dramatically just to continue the banter.

A few quiet minutes passed, and you were just about to fall asleep when he spoke up.

“Never make me go alone again.” He muttered against your hair, his thumb tracing little circles into your shoulder. Grounding both you and himself.

“Okay” you responded quietly, kissing the soft skin of his neck.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” you said with a certainty that made him hum in approval.

Soon both of you were deeply asleep, finally in each other's arms again. The chaotic entry has now settled into a warm bubble of shared moments, and warm love wrapping around you like a blanket.

And summer has only begun.

by Hana

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[jaywalks007]

a little teaserrrrr

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just a random Niki edit that I definitely didn't make 😅

[jaywalks007]

the quality got bad for some reason I swear it was peak tho

[jaywalks007]

just a random Niki edit that I definitely didn't make 😅

[jaywalks007]

so... I'm working on the Heeseung! brother's bsf fanfic... You guys still interested or should I write smth else?

YESSSS

smth else plsss🙏

Voting ended onMay 14

[jaywalks007]

SAY IT LOUD — PARK JONGSEONG

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Genre: Angst, Rivals to lovers, academic setting Pairing: Rival!Jay x Rival!f!reader Warnings: cussing, kissing, jealousy, mentions of making out, suggested intimacy Wc.: 2k ~ 2036 a/n.: Hiiii! so this is the longest one yet I believe, hope you like it, and as always feel free to send me your thoughts on it :)

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Happy Birthday Jay!!

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You and Jay have been on bad terms for as long as you can remember. Whether it was about what the other was wearing, or who said what didn’t matter. It always ended the same way, bickering, sending jabs that hurt more than either of you would like to admit then parting ways angry and annoyed. With all that frustrated talking and fighting you would think that everything has already been said, right? Well, not exactly.

Sometimes during the fighting you would get distracted by some things, like how a lot of people are staring at you, how the fight is starting to lose the actual plot, or because of how handsome he looked when he was annoyed, how perfectly his hair fell in his eyes after he ran a hand through it — which happened surprisingly often. More recently you started noticing how a playful glint always lit up in his eyes when you started arguing. And maybe, just maybe you started picking fights more often just to see that familiar spark in those near-black beauties. Everyone had secrets, and your secret was the growing crush on your academic rival. As long as you kept that secret to yourself nothing bad could happen, no one would get hurt and you could definitely do that. Except it started to get harder to keep up the act of annoyance, the eye rolls that felt fake, the hidden smiles after class, the suppressed shiver that crawled up your neck whenever his knee bumped yours under the desk. But what hurt most was the sight of him at parties all laid back, dressed in casual clothes with one arm around a random girl’s waist who was enjoying herself a bit too much under the spotlight that is his attention.

So you did what you did best, distracted yourself.

Drank one more cup of whatever punch Sunghoon made, laughed at a random guy’s joke - whose name you didn’t remember - while batting your eyelashes.

Since it usually worked that was the plan for tonight’s party too. Pre-gaming at Yunjin’s with your close friends and having fun while the night was still young. 

You got to the party late - but fashionably as always - it was safe to say you were tipsy. The gathering was in full swing when Karina laced her arm through yours talking about finally making a move on her crush of three years. You didn’t even bother knocking knowing very well that even if you did no one would hear it nor care. 

It was Jake who noticed you first, nodding at you with an easy smile before turning his attention back to whatever Niki was telling him. Since you weren’t drunk enough for that group of guys you decided to head to the makeshift bar in the corner, already getting used to the scent of sweaty bodies and alcohol.

You were pouring yourself a drink when you noticed the tall, muscular frame that recently started appearing in your dreams. He was leaning against a doorway looking down at a pretty girl that was basically throwing herself at him. You fought back a scoff as you drowned the contents of your red plastic cup, before finding Giselle and dragging her to the dance floor. 

Getting lost in the rhythmic thump of the bass was your other way of forgetting about him, or anyone really.

While twirling Giselle around you felt a pair of hands on your waist from behind, polite but demanding attention. You turned your head to see who it was only to find Jake standing there with a grin on his face.

“Dance with me” the words were more of a demand than an answer but you didn’t complain as you turned to face him fully. Behind you Giselle muttered something about getting a drink before leaving. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck you lifted your gaze up to his face. “What’s with the sudden urge to dance? Though you didn’t like embarrassing yourself in front of the whole year.” You joked, but there was genuine curiosity laced into the question.

His head dropped forward as he let out what sounded a lot like a huff instead of a laugh. “Just thought you would like the company… and the help”

“Help?”

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t act like you don’t want to make Jay jealous.” He said in your ear lowly just so you can hear.

Just how did he know about that? You were about to stutter out some excuse when he beat you to it. “laugh like I said something really funny, while I talk, yeah?” His accent heavy over the murmured words that left his mouth. “Okay, before you ask, no I’m not a mind reader. But really what did you expect? That me, the guy who witnesses all the excuse fighting you two do wouldn’t find out?”

You averted your gaze from his face, to look over his shoulder, your attention getting caught on the before mentioned guy who was now leaning against the wall eyeing your pair. “You cannot tell anyone. I would die if he, or anyone found out.” He just chuckled at that, before responding.

 The only problem was that you didn’t comprehend what that was because just then he caught your eyes. Jay’s eyes held a quiet challenge in them, like he was daring you to lean closer to Jake - which you did just to see his reaction, which was definitely worth it seeing as it sent his brows furrowing, his jaw ticking slightly and his fist clenching. 

“Spin me” you asked, to which your dance partner reacted immediately to, by completing your request, when you arrived back against his hard body, Jay was nowhere to be found.

You were just starting to feel something along the lines of relief and disappointment when a low familiar voice spoke from behind you. “Hey man, think I could steal her?” 

Jake just winked at you and mouthed ‘good luck’ before disappearing into the crowd. 

“What?” you tried your best to sound irritated, only to find yourself front faced with a pair of dark, cold yet so heated eyes that you almost reached out to steady yourself. 

“Jake? Really? that's the best you can do?” The scoff that followed was full of things that were left unsaid - at least for now. 

You looked down at your nails trying - and failing - to look bored and annoyed, “I’m not doing this tonight, m’going home. What’s it to you anyway?” You turned if not for something else just to hide the blush that grew on your cheeks from the heavy gaze that was his.

He followed without a word waiting until you were out of the house, to draw less attention.

“Nothing I just thought you would try harder to find someone to make me jealous with than my best friend” that made you stop in your tracks, the cold breeze caressing your face, a huge contrast to the fire burning inside you right now. 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me!” He started raising his voice, his composure slipping by the second.

“You arrogant, self-centered jerk” you spat, not meaning a single syllable knowing very well how right he was. “Do you really think I was dancing with Jake because of you?” You stepped closer pointing your finger at him. 

“Think so? No, sweetheart I know so! You’re doing the same thing as I-” he cut himself off, panic settling on his face. “Either way it’s childish, thinking that will work.”

“Finish that sentence.” You demanded calmly. 

He ran a hand through his hair, looking away angrily - though you didn’t know if it was because he was angry at you or himself. “Do you know how hard it is to see you at every party, flirting and getting drunk on the trashy attention those good for nothing guys offer you? Knowing that I-” He went quiet, seemingly trying to calm himself. 

“Like you don’t do the same thing, don’t talk down to me like I’m the one in the wrong here! You lean in, you flirt, you wrap them around your finger then what? Take them home? Make sure they get the best makeout or god knows what of their lives?” 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” he asks, surprisingly calmly for someone who was shouting a minute ago. 

“Get what?” you sigh, starting to get visibly irritated at his antics.

He just sighs pacing a bit, but not answering.

“Get what Jay?!” You all but yell, trying to figure out what he’s trying to say.

“That I love you! Okay?! I do, I really fucking do! I tried to ignore it, pretend that everything is normal, that you’re just some annoying girl in my class who is too stubborn for her own good and can’t accept defeat. But instead of it all going away it just got worse with each eye roll and unnecessary sass. So I tried to do something about it, flirted with girls who were willing, went to all the parties that were thrown, drowned myself in my studies, I even joined the photography club for god’s sake! But it didn’t work, nothing worked, not the studying, not the parties and definitely not the girls. Because every time one of them touched my arm or caressed my jaw, while I closed my eyes I just kept hoping that when I opened them you would be the one standing there. Smiling at me with that perfect smile, looking at me like I was the only person in the world. But that didn’t come, it never did. Yet I just kept hoping and hoping.”

He goes quiet for a moment. His chest heaving like he just ran a marathon. “So when I saw you dancing with Jake, I thought I would combust if I didn’t do something about it.” He steps closer, his cologne filling your senses. He lifts his hand to caress your cheek, but instead lets it hover before dropping it completely. 

“Because I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with it aside from saying it to you. Out loud.” His confession hangs in the air sitting heavily in the silence between you. 

For a second you don’t say anything just staring at him, searching his face for any hint that he’s lying. Yet you don't find anything other than raw, unguarded honesty “Say something, please.” He pleads quietly, his eyes wandering your face like committing it to memory. 

“Come here, lover boy” with that you grab his collar and crash your lips against his. The kiss is searing and all consuming, - his hands wandering your body learning all the perfect places he can rest them, while you just slip your fingers into his hair tugging slightly as if to pull him closer - by the time you pull apart you’re both breathless smiling widely. 

“What does that mean?” he asks quietly, his tone full of teasing.

“What do you think, idiot?” you lean in to kiss him again, this one much softer than the first, yet it still steals your breath. With the world still spinning, you lace your fingers through his own, before starting to walk towards your house pulling him along.

“I’m still mad about you trying to make me jealous” he starts, but you just cut him off with a quiet laugh, nudging his shoulder gently.

“Don’t ruin the moment” 

The conversation flows on the way home, your body still buzzing with the alcohol and adrenaline left in your system. Behind you the party continues, maybe Karina finally made her move and Jake found someone to dance with - for real this time. And when you finally do get home, kisses are shared and maybe some other things happen too but only those know who were there, in that cocoon of heated love that only comes alive, when two secrets of the same origin finally surface.

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By Hana

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BUUURRRNN!

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what are some advices to make my page better? any and all ideas are welcome!!

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Hiii!!

I just wanted to say that I really like your fics, they're so good 🤏🏼

omg thank youuu! You're so sweet!! I'll try to keep the fics coming more regularly... this means so much to me, love you🥰

[jaywalks007]

SAY IT LOUD — PARK JONGSEONG

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Genre: Angst, Rivals to lovers, academic setting Pairing: Rival!Jay x Rival!f!reader Warnings: cussing, kissing, jealousy, mentions of making out, suggested intimacy Wc.: 2k ~ 2036 a/n.: Hiiii! so this is the longest one yet I believe, hope you like it, and as always feel free to send me your thoughts on it :)

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Happy Birthday Jay!!

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You and Jay have been on bad terms for as long as you can remember. Whether it was about what the other was wearing, or who said what didn’t matter. It always ended the same way, bickering, sending jabs that hurt more than either of you would like to admit then parting ways angry and annoyed. With all that frustrated talking and fighting you would think that everything has already been said, right? Well, not exactly.

Sometimes during the fighting you would get distracted by some things, like how a lot of people are staring at you, how the fight is starting to lose the actual plot, or because of how handsome he looked when he was annoyed, how perfectly his hair fell in his eyes after he ran a hand through it — which happened surprisingly often. More recently you started noticing how a playful glint always lit up in his eyes when you started arguing. And maybe, just maybe you started picking fights more often just to see that familiar spark in those near-black beauties. Everyone had secrets, and your secret was the growing crush on your academic rival. As long as you kept that secret to yourself nothing bad could happen, no one would get hurt and you could definitely do that. Except it started to get harder to keep up the act of annoyance, the eye rolls that felt fake, the hidden smiles after class, the suppressed shiver that crawled up your neck whenever his knee bumped yours under the desk. But what hurt most was the sight of him at parties all laid back, dressed in casual clothes with one arm around a random girl’s waist who was enjoying herself a bit too much under the spotlight that is his attention.

So you did what you did best, distracted yourself.

Drank one more cup of whatever punch Sunghoon made, laughed at a random guy’s joke - whose name you didn’t remember - while batting your eyelashes.

Since it usually worked that was the plan for tonight’s party too. Pre-gaming at Yunjin’s with your close friends and having fun while the night was still young. 

You got to the party late - but fashionably as always - it was safe to say you were tipsy. The gathering was in full swing when Karina laced her arm through yours talking about finally making a move on her crush of three years. You didn’t even bother knocking knowing very well that even if you did no one would hear it nor care. 

It was Jake who noticed you first, nodding at you with an easy smile before turning his attention back to whatever Niki was telling him. Since you weren’t drunk enough for that group of guys you decided to head to the makeshift bar in the corner, already getting used to the scent of sweaty bodies and alcohol.

You were pouring yourself a drink when you noticed the tall, muscular frame that recently started appearing in your dreams. He was leaning against a doorway looking down at a pretty girl that was basically throwing herself at him. You fought back a scoff as you drowned the contents of your red plastic cup, before finding Giselle and dragging her to the dance floor. 

Getting lost in the rhythmic thump of the bass was your other way of forgetting about him, or anyone really.

While twirling Giselle around you felt a pair of hands on your waist from behind, polite but demanding attention. You turned your head to see who it was only to find Jake standing there with a grin on his face.

“Dance with me” the words were more of a demand than an answer but you didn’t complain as you turned to face him fully. Behind you Giselle muttered something about getting a drink before leaving. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck you lifted your gaze up to his face. “What’s with the sudden urge to dance? Though you didn’t like embarrassing yourself in front of the whole year.” You joked, but there was genuine curiosity laced into the question.

His head dropped forward as he let out what sounded a lot like a huff instead of a laugh. “Just thought you would like the company… and the help”

“Help?”

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t act like you don’t want to make Jay jealous.” He said in your ear lowly just so you can hear.

Just how did he know about that? You were about to stutter out some excuse when he beat you to it. “laugh like I said something really funny, while I talk, yeah?” His accent heavy over the murmured words that left his mouth. “Okay, before you ask, no I’m not a mind reader. But really what did you expect? That me, the guy who witnesses all the excuse fighting you two do wouldn’t find out?”

You averted your gaze from his face, to look over his shoulder, your attention getting caught on the before mentioned guy who was now leaning against the wall eyeing your pair. “You cannot tell anyone. I would die if he, or anyone found out.” He just chuckled at that, before responding.

 The only problem was that you didn’t comprehend what that was because just then he caught your eyes. Jay’s eyes held a quiet challenge in them, like he was daring you to lean closer to Jake - which you did just to see his reaction, which was definitely worth it seeing as it sent his brows furrowing, his jaw ticking slightly and his fist clenching. 

“Spin me” you asked, to which your dance partner reacted immediately to, by completing your request, when you arrived back against his hard body, Jay was nowhere to be found.

You were just starting to feel something along the lines of relief and disappointment when a low familiar voice spoke from behind you. “Hey man, think I could steal her?” 

Jake just winked at you and mouthed ‘good luck’ before disappearing into the crowd. 

“What?” you tried your best to sound irritated, only to find yourself front faced with a pair of dark, cold yet so heated eyes that you almost reached out to steady yourself. 

“Jake? Really? that's the best you can do?” The scoff that followed was full of things that were left unsaid - at least for now. 

You looked down at your nails trying - and failing - to look bored and annoyed, “I’m not doing this tonight, m’going home. What’s it to you anyway?” You turned if not for something else just to hide the blush that grew on your cheeks from the heavy gaze that was his.

He followed without a word waiting until you were out of the house, to draw less attention.

“Nothing I just thought you would try harder to find someone to make me jealous with than my best friend” that made you stop in your tracks, the cold breeze caressing your face, a huge contrast to the fire burning inside you right now. 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me!” He started raising his voice, his composure slipping by the second.

“You arrogant, self-centered jerk” you spat, not meaning a single syllable knowing very well how right he was. “Do you really think I was dancing with Jake because of you?” You stepped closer pointing your finger at him. 

“Think so? No, sweetheart I know so! You’re doing the same thing as I-” he cut himself off, panic settling on his face. “Either way it’s childish, thinking that will work.”

“Finish that sentence.” You demanded calmly. 

He ran a hand through his hair, looking away angrily - though you didn’t know if it was because he was angry at you or himself. “Do you know how hard it is to see you at every party, flirting and getting drunk on the trashy attention those good for nothing guys offer you? Knowing that I-” He went quiet, seemingly trying to calm himself. 

“Like you don’t do the same thing, don’t talk down to me like I’m the one in the wrong here! You lean in, you flirt, you wrap them around your finger then what? Take them home? Make sure they get the best makeout or god knows what of their lives?” 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” he asks, surprisingly calmly for someone who was shouting a minute ago. 

“Get what?” you sigh, starting to get visibly irritated at his antics.

He just sighs pacing a bit, but not answering.

“Get what Jay?!” You all but yell, trying to figure out what he’s trying to say.

“That I love you! Okay?! I do, I really fucking do! I tried to ignore it, pretend that everything is normal, that you’re just some annoying girl in my class who is too stubborn for her own good and can’t accept defeat. But instead of it all going away it just got worse with each eye roll and unnecessary sass. So I tried to do something about it, flirted with girls who were willing, went to all the parties that were thrown, drowned myself in my studies, I even joined the photography club for god’s sake! But it didn’t work, nothing worked, not the studying, not the parties and definitely not the girls. Because every time one of them touched my arm or caressed my jaw, while I closed my eyes I just kept hoping that when I opened them you would be the one standing there. Smiling at me with that perfect smile, looking at me like I was the only person in the world. But that didn’t come, it never did. Yet I just kept hoping and hoping.”

He goes quiet for a moment. His chest heaving like he just ran a marathon. “So when I saw you dancing with Jake, I thought I would combust if I didn’t do something about it.” He steps closer, his cologne filling your senses. He lifts his hand to caress your cheek, but instead lets it hover before dropping it completely. 

“Because I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with it aside from saying it to you. Out loud.” His confession hangs in the air sitting heavily in the silence between you. 

For a second you don’t say anything just staring at him, searching his face for any hint that he’s lying. Yet you don't find anything other than raw, unguarded honesty “Say something, please.” He pleads quietly, his eyes wandering your face like committing it to memory. 

“Come here, lover boy” with that you grab his collar and crash your lips against his. The kiss is searing and all consuming, - his hands wandering your body learning all the perfect places he can rest them, while you just slip your fingers into his hair tugging slightly as if to pull him closer - by the time you pull apart you’re both breathless smiling widely. 

“What does that mean?” he asks quietly, his tone full of teasing.

“What do you think, idiot?” you lean in to kiss him again, this one much softer than the first, yet it still steals your breath. With the world still spinning, you lace your fingers through his own, before starting to walk towards your house pulling him along.

“I’m still mad about you trying to make me jealous” he starts, but you just cut him off with a quiet laugh, nudging his shoulder gently.

“Don’t ruin the moment” 

The conversation flows on the way home, your body still buzzing with the alcohol and adrenaline left in your system. Behind you the party continues, maybe Karina finally made her move and Jake found someone to dance with - for real this time. And when you finally do get home, kisses are shared and maybe some other things happen too but only those know who were there, in that cocoon of heated love that only comes alive, when two secrets of the same origin finally surface.

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By Hana

[jaywalks007]

Dealer!niki x f!reader 

genre: headcannons, strangers to lovers

warnings: mentions/use of weed, getting high kissing

wc.: 342

a/n.: just a little smth, a new fic is coming tomorrow for Jay's birthday, the new theme is a teaser/spoiler and an early celebration like it's due for the account... as always tell me what you think, hope you like it and lots of love

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``` • dealer!niki who: was shocked when you first contacted him, saying that your old dealer moved away and that he was recommended to you by Jake.

• dealer!niki who: was even more surprised when you showed up looking like an angel in your black plaid skirt and tucked dress shirt. Your clean girl make-up and messy bun making him sure you were made for him in heaven.

• dealer!niki who: fumbled so hard when you said his name; “are you… Riki?” and became a weak-kneed stuttering mess after you smiled at him when you confirmed his identity.

• dealer!niki who: had trouble handing over the small bag with how hard his hands were shaking, and vowed to himself that he’ll never get over how pretty you are.

• dealer!niki who: grinned widely to himself after he ran into you at a party and you confirmed that you’ll be coming back for more, because of how good it was. “you better remember my name, cause you’ll be hearing from me again” and he flirted back, saying “oh sweetheart your’s is a hard one to forget”.

• dealer!niki who: said yes immediately when you asked to smoke with him and get to know him better. He even offered to take you to dinner before it to make sure you won’t get sick, which you gladly accepted.

• dealer!niki who: swore your laugh was the most beautiful thing he has ever heard and kept cracking jokes just so he can hear it again — and when you get high and giggly he can’t get himself to stop looking at you.

• dealer!niki who: smiles to himself while driving you home then carries you to your bed after you passed out on the front seat of his car, making sure to prepare pain-killers on your bedside table cause he knows you’ll have a headache in the morning.

• dealer!niki who: confesses to you while he’s high af, and picks you up to twirl you around when you reciprocate his feelings — leaning down to kiss you, even though you can feel the taste of weed on his breath but couldn’t care less. ```

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By Hana

[jaywalks007]

Rules

I don't really write smut

NOT only enhypen, any groups

No hate to anyone, this is a safe space

Feel free to text me about anything and everything :)

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how are you guys doing by the way??? (you can comment or send a message or ask) I'm actually curious what's happening in your life feel free to ranttt

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I'll be posting another head cannons thingy todayyy... but there are more works in progress I'm just in a bit of a writers slump...

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idol!jay headcannons

Pairing: idol!jayxf!reader 

Genre: headcannons, fluff

Warnings: kissing, hate (reader recieves a bit but is comforted)

Wc.: 600

a/n: Hiiii sorry I sorry I disapeared I suddenly got very busy but here is a little something, the hee one-shot is turning out a bit longer that what I planned for so that is the explanation basically.... hope you guys like this tho, as always if you have any reqs or thoughts don't hesitate to write!!

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Idol!Jay who: 

Approaches you first at a bar that’s way too expensive for your liking, with the excuse that you remind him of someone. But he doesn’t seem the least upset when it turns out you’re not the person he thought you were.  

Is relived inside when he notices that you don’t recognize him. And insists on buying you a drink as a toast to meeting new people, only asking for your number in exchange. 

Makes sure you and your friends get home safe after a few more drinks and some polite but curious conversation. Hoping that you get as nervous when you get his text “Hey beautiful, did you get home safe?” as he felt when he sent it. 

Smiles at his phone – despite the teasing from his members – when you reply in the morning claiming you fell asleep right as you got home but assure him that you had a great time and would love to do it again. 

Picks you up and takes you to his favorite restaurant – a steak house – on the first date, dropping compliments that leave you blushing and taking you to a florist after to let you pick out your favorites, which he pays for (of course) and buries it deep in his memory to get you the same ones next time you’re together. 

Tells you about his occupation at the end of the night after walking you to your door and expects you to freak out and break things off but ends up being surprised when you invite him in to get to know him and his job better.  

Takes you on a few more dates – to different places and activities to keep things interesting and to get to know what you like and what you don’t - before asking you out while you’re on a “late-night drive” which is actually a picnic he prepared beforehand to surprise you.  

smiles widely when you accept and lifts you up while pressing soft kisses to your lips and thanking you over and over again.  

Always asks for your opinion in everyday situations like; what to eat for dinner, what scented candle to get and which shirt looks better. More importantly in not every decision; whether you want your relationship to be public or private and is more than overjoyed when you say, “being public with you would feel like a dream”. 

Hosts a dinner at his place for you to meet his members and smiles warmly when he sees that you blend in well, laughing and joking with them while they tease you. 

Cleans out his closet just for you to have space to store your clothes and only then invites you to live with him after being together for a year, which you gladly accept and move in the same week.  

Gets you free tickets to his concert and surprises you by confessing to you with a song he wrote, which he sings on a stool and a guitar while looking at you, making your relationship public while all you can do is cry happy tears and cheer him on.  

Notices you behind the stages after the performances ended and hugs you so tight you squeal for him to let you breathe, while pressing loving kisses all over your face. 

Protects you from paparazzi and saesangs when you’re out together, always making your safety his priority without seeming too overbearing and when hate does get to you he just sits with you, hugging you tight while you rant and sob making you feel better than if he was just using words. 

by Hana

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