Thanks For The Tag @bamnamuu Pls Never Stop Tagging Me It Makes Me So Happy When I'm Tagged

thanks for the tag @bamnamuu pls never stop tagging me it makes me so happy when I'm tagged 🫶🏽

last song: enhypen - orange flower

favorite color: don’t have one tbh I like them all

last movie/tv show: sweet home on netflix

sweet/spicy/savory?: sweet and spicy

relationship status: in a delusionship with jake

last thing I googled: comforters on amazon because I'm revamping my entire room’s aesthetic

current obsession: douyin makeup and binge-watching kdramas

tag nine people: @azurez @chaenqen @hanverse @andkisses @junnieverse @mahalkheeta @luvn1n1 @jungkit @minhosimthings (no pressure <3)

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

would you write for ni-ki after he turns 18?

Hmm, it’s funny that u ask bc I literally just saw this exact same question under someone else’s blog 🤔

So like… you’re either REALLY curious as to which accounts you’re planning to block after December 9th or who’s blog’s will feed into your 𝓈𝓊𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 fantasies abt Riki… my guess is the later 😽✌️

Sorry if I come off a little harsh in advance bc I’m usually nice, but I’ve gotta be straight-up abt this…

Have a nice day :)

MIDNIGHT KISSES ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, best friends to lovers, bad boy x good girl, high school au

word count! 808

warnings! mention of fight, blood and bruises, minor profanity

playlist! white ferrari by frank ocean

synopsis! in which riki seeks solace in your lips in the dead of night

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?” you quip in a low voice, disappointment laced in your tone as you gently dab at the cut above your best friend's eyebrow with a gauze pad soaked in saline solution.

Riki lets out a quiet laugh, “Yeah, something like that. Just know I kicked his ass.”

You don't laugh with him, you didn't like it when Riki talked like that, despite what people said about him he wasn't some reckless delinquent who acted out because he wanted to look cool.

Riki had his reasons why he did the things he did, you understood that better than anyone being as close to him as you were, but it didn't mean you would co-sign his behavior either.

You knew you couldn't stop him though, that's just the way he was, always fighting for what’s right even if it got him in trouble in the end, even so, you suppose that's what you loved about him the most, his instinct to protect.

He made you feel safe and you surmise he felt the same with you seeing as how he crawled through your bedroom window on nights he sustained injuries and sought out solace in your delicate touch treating his wounds.

You don't miss the small flash of anger in his eyes and the slight clench of his jaw and fist at the mention of the fight, you pause your movements, “He said something about me didn't he?”

The blue glow in your room from your projector casts a subtle gleam in his deep brown eyes and you swear they look like stars, in that moment if any man were to promise you all the incandescent spheres in the night sky, you would tell him there’s no need because you'd already found them in Riki’s eyes.

He doesn't answer your question, which tells you the other boy did indeed make an inappropriate comment about you, and he’s glad the music playing lowly on his phone fills the silence.

Riki sighs, resting his head against the side of your mattress from his sitting position on the floor as you toss the blood-stained gauze into the mini trashcan and grab a new one, he watches intently while you soak it in saline, and begin to bring it to the bridge of his nose.

His long fingers curl around your wrist in a gentle grasp, stopping you mid-way, his eyes never once leaving your face, with his free hand he tucks your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing the apple of it, “Let me kiss you.”

His deep voice speaks in a desire-filled whisper and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your lips grazing the inside of his wrist, “Riki,” you say softly, but no other words follow.

His grip becomes slightly tighter as he slides his fingers into your hair, slowly tugging you closer by your nape, “Please.”

You don't know what to say, a part of you finally wants to give in to Riki after spending so many years running away from this, and another part wants to turn away and deny you are in love with the boy.

You were both still in high school and the chances of your love being real were low, resulting in you adopting a habit of undermining not only yours but also Riki’s feelings.

But no matter how many times you pushed him away Riki cared for you still and forever will, always telling you that was his part of the deal.

Each day of the years you had spent with him he was nothing short of kind-hearted toward you and you know that must've made you someone very special in Riki’s books.

“Ok,” you breathe out as you lean in closer until your lips connect in a sweet kiss, the taste of his strawberry chapstick seeping into your mouth while your lips move in sync.

His bruised hand holding your nape tugs your hair lightly to pull you away from his plump lips before letting go of your wrist he still held and your soft strands.

He grabs you by the waist, hauling you over him like you weigh nothing so you're straddling his legs eliciting a gasp from you, your hands falling on his shoulders to balance yourself.

“Riki, I still have to clean-” you speak in a hushed tone slightly out of breath, your heart beating erratically.

“Shut up,” he cuts through your words in a quick whisper, cupping both your cheeks and practically yanking you down into a kiss once more, this time with more fervor.

The heat of your mouth on his warms his cold body from his venture to your house on a frigid December night, and in spite of the throbbing pain in his hands and face Riki wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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Fanfic writers say “bad writing” and drops the most toe curling mouth watering shit ever

this is random and embarrassing but if we are mutuals on here i genuinely adore you so much and if i wasn’t horrendous at making conversation i would be bothering you so much. u guys are so cool (please be my friend)

weird way to propose but yes

he’s got it all planned 😉