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ᯓ★» ˗ˏˋ summary - Your best friend pressuring you into sharing a hotel room and bed with her boyfriend's best friend, and while you hated it at first, it might've done you a favor... ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★» ˗ˏˋ pairing/trope - highschoolfriend!ni-ki x fem!reader/friends to lovers ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★» ˗ˏˋ genre - fluff ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★» ˗ˏˋ word count - 2.2k ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★» ˗ˏˋ proofread good enough ˎˊ˗
｡°⚠︎°｡ ˗ˏˋ Some kissing, 1 EXTREMELY watered down suggestive joke, cuddling if that's even a warning, nothing worth giving warnings tbh ˎˊ˗
⚠︎ DIVIDERS AND ICONS NOT MINE ⚠︎
Sharing a bed isn’t that bad, as long as you know the person. That happened with your childhood best friend, Yunjin on a school trip; You guys chose to share a room with each other but got assigned a room with only one bed. Neither of you minded since you guys had always shared a bed during sleepovers since childhood, but later in the day it all changed with one request from Yunjin.
“Listen Yunjin I love you but not enough to share a bed with NISHIMURA FUCKING RIKI FOR YOU.” You loudly argued with her, emphasizing his full name instead of his nickname, Ni-ki.
You were laying on the bed when Yunjin thought it would be a ‘great’ idea to ask you to share a bed with Ni-ki in place of her, explaining that she wanted to spend the night in her boyfriend’s hotel room, and he was sharing a room with Ni-ki. You and Ni-ki were borderline close friends; close enough to keep each other company alone but definitely not close enough to share a bed.
“Come onn it’s just one night! Pluss, Ni-ki already agreed to it!” Yunjin tried convincing you. Knowing her, she probably sugarcoated the shit out of the situation, or leaving out a ton of details.
“I don’t know Yunjin…plus…” You argued with mild uncertainty, then whispering something that made Yunjin burst out into giggles.
“Giggle Pleaseee you’ve probably grown out of that. I’ll buy you dinner the rest of the month if you just share a room with him for 1 night!!”
“Sigh Alright you owe me big time for this.” You reluctantly gave in.
“Eeee!! thank you thank you!! You won’t regret it and hey, maybe some stuff might happen…” Yunjin giggled out before running out of the hotel room. She was one to talk.
You were sitting on the small chair in your hotel room, Yunjin already at her boyfriend's hotel room, when you heard a knock on your door. Ni-ki. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous about sharing a room with him; Anything could happen in one night. You got up to open the door and saw Ni-ki with a backpack of his essentials for the night.
“Kicked out of your hotel room?” You lightly teased him, which made him roll his eyes at you.
“Yeah, now I'm unfortunately stuck with you for the night.” He teased back, letting himself in. He put his bag down on the chair you were originally sitting on and scanned the room.
“Am I supposed to sleep on the floor?” He half-jokingly asked, looking around for any potential sleep spots other than the bed.
“...Did Yunjin not tell you?” You slowly asked. You knew it.
“No???” He replied, genuinely confused.
“1 bed, 2 people, we’re sharing that bed.”
“...What.”
Ni-ki’s eyes widened, and his cheeks were turning a shade of pink. He studied your face, hoping and searching for any sign that you were joking, but nothing was found. He looked nervous at the thought of sharing a bed with you. He had this sleep habit that’s definitely been confirmed by his friends, so he feared it would happen with you which would be really humiliating.
“Oh…that’s unfortunate..” He managed to tease you, trying to hide the genuine worry that lied under the tease.
10:09 PM
Ni-ki was sitting on the small chair on his phone while you were laying on the bed doing the same. You both sat in somewhat comfortable silence, mostly on your end Ni-ki was still a little iffy about sharing a bed with you. The soft hum of the air conditioner was audible, until it started to get to you.
“Shit it’s cold…” You mumbled, half to yourself, half out loud.
“I can turn it down if you want.” He said, already getting up to change the temperature before you could even respond. He walked over to the air conditioner only to realize it was locked to a certain temperature.
“I can’t change it.”
“Oh..that’s fine.”
1:27 AM
You were dead asleep while Ni-ki was sitting in that same chair 3 hours later, clearly stalling to not lay a finger on that bed while you were in it. He knew he had to sleep at some point, and he was trying his best to find ways to stay awake but sleep won in the end and led him to the bed. He got under the covers as quietly and slowly as possible, not wanting to wake you up, and trying to keep the furthest distance possible. He surprisingly fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, falling into a deep slumber.
The temperature of the room was subconsciously hitting Ni-ki in his sleep. He was shivering, curled up to seek any sort of warmth. He was shifting around the bed frequently to find a good position to seek warmth which led him to slowly move closer to you with each move. Eventually his unconscious body reached the warmth of your body and decided to take advantage of it. His slim arms snaked its way under your shirt and around your waist while his face buried itself into your chest. He subconsciously let out a content sigh as your body heat reached his own body. He squeezed your body to seek more warmth which startled you awake.
You shook awake, shivering cold and confused at the sudden pressure. You looked around the room for whatever reason, until you decided to look down. The first thing you saw was Ni-ki’s face completely buried into your chest, none of his head visible beside his hair, and his arms under your shirt and gripping your waist. Despite being half asleep, your face started to heat up. How does one process this situation at 3 in the damn morning? You didn’t know what to do at all. Were you supposed to hug him back? Push him away? Wake him up? You lay there, stumped. Despite him basically melting into your own body, he was still shivering a little aggressively. You didn’t want to hug him back to make him uncomfortable, but the feeling of his cold arms on your bare waist made you feel like you had to warm him up somehow.
You slowly and a little nervously wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer if that was even possible. He let out a content noise without even realizing it which made you silently giggle. You knew you were going to get scolded big time by Ni-ki, since this position clearly looked way more than it actually was, but you both were clearly shivering so what else were you supposed to do?
8:47 AM
Ni-ki slowly stirred awake, sweat sticking to his forehead. He lifted his head back as little as possible just to see where he even was, confused as to why he’s sweaty and why he has his arms wrapped around something. He pulled back half-asleep and confused, but his eyes shot open once he realized what…or who his arms were wrapped around. He looked up and saw you peacefully sleeping, your left arm gently wrapped around his back, and your right arm wrapped gently around his head, hand buried in his hair. He felt his face get way hotter than it already was, just as stumped as you were at 3 in the morning. Was HE supposed to keep his arms around you? Push you away? Wake you up?
He lay there with his face a soft shade of pink. He desperately wanted to pull away, to say something, but he felt so comfortable in your arms he didn’t try to fight it. He leaned in deeper to your touch, this time intentionally sighing contently despite the situation most definitely looking way more than it actually was. He knew you were going to wake up at some point, so might as well savor the moment while it lasts. Little did he know…
“Ni-ki?” You asked, sounding very much awake. Ni-ki jumped at the sound of your voice, so much so that he instantly pulled away from you, his hair still sticking to his forehead from sweat and his face still that same shade of pink.
“Wh- Yeah? What’s up with you and the cuddling?” He stammered out, sounding way less stern than intended. It ended up sounding way more flustered and almost giddy.
“ME?! You were the one to melt yourself into me...” You sassily replied.
“W-well…You let it happen…so..!”
“Duhh you were practically freezing on your side.” You argued, looking at his now sweaty face, a complete contrast from 5 hours ago.
“Well you didn’t have to encourage it..” He said rather pouty.
“Oh please you’re acting like you didn’t enjoy it, I heard your 50 content sighs.” You exaggerated, smirking which made his face hotter if that was even possible.
“Pw- We- S-says who..” He stuttered out, not even knowing about half the sighs and noises he made. He straightened his back, trying not to look down bad and like he wanted to feel your arms around him again.
“Whatever…you’re making us look weird.” He sulked.
“No YOU are.” You sassily argued before laying back down, throwing the covers over yourself, and going on your phone.
He saw you laying down and missed the feeling of your arms around him. He really wanted to ask you to open your arms so he could jump into them and bury his face the same way he did when he woke up but he couldn’t for very obvious reasons. His urge started to make him question his feelings for you. He looked back at you and saw your pretty face and fingers typing away, probably texting Yunjin, and felt his stomach turn into knots. That was the moment he realized he definitely didn’t see you as a friend anymore. He started reflecting on every other moment he’s felt like this, realization hitting him. Hard. You noticed him blatantly staring at you and decided to tease him about it.
“Miss my arms around you?” You giggled out.
“Huh? Me?” He quickly came back to his senses.
“Obviously.”
“Uh no where’d you even get that from.” He quickly denied. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before going on your phone again. His eyes lingered on you for a second too long before blurting out something he never thought he'd say to you.
“Would you do it again if I asked though…” He quietly blurted out without thinking. He instantly tried taking it back, trying to play it off as a joke.
“Wait!! I mean- i’m just kidding-! I just-” He was going to make excuses and excuses until he saw your arms wide open as he hoped. His feelings were most definitely controlling his words and actions because as soon as he saw your open arms he practically pounced on you, almost excitedly burying his face into your chest. He let out content noises as his body softened and he squeezed himself more into you. You tangled your hands into his hair with one arm and wrapped your arm under his shirt and around his waist with another. Even though this wasn’t normal with your guys’ current trope, it just felt so natural to have him this down bad and content with a couple touches. With some hesitation, you slowly lowered your head to his ear and decided to ask him a question that could change everything.
“Does this make us something more?” You lowly asked into his ear, wondering if he was even aware enough to focus on things that weren't your warm body. Your guys’ closeness made you feel his heart race as soon as you finished your sentence; At least you knew he heard you. Ni-ki’s brain short circuited as soon as he heard those words. Never would he think that you would ask such a question. Should he tell the truth or lie?
“I-I mean-” He slowly pulled away and looked up at you, looking for your reaction. He wanted to scream yes and kiss you right there, but he had to hold it back…for another time.
“I wouldn’t…mind…” He timidly answered, looking down.
He wasn't planning on looking at your reaction, too shy to see, but your finger gently lifted his chin and slowly guided his face to yours. You both stared at each other, silently agreeing with your earlier question before Ni-ki couldn’t resist any longer and leaned in to place a soft kiss onto your plush lips. He kissed you as gently as possible, as if he were worried you’d push away, but you didn’t. He pulled away but your lips chased his, pulling him back into the kiss. He didn’t expect you to take it, let alone want more of it. He then grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. You both stayed like this until you had to pull away for air. You both looked at each other, the way you looked at each other visibly changing from friendly to completely in love.
You both got ready for the day and walked out of that hotel room with a completely different view of each other, and a whole different relationship. Maybe giving into Yunjin wasn’t the worst idea ever. Who would’ve known the thing you both feared the most let out feelings you both never thought would show.
someone fucking teach me how to write better please.
synopsis: you thought your summer was completely ruined! instead of getting to hang out with your friends, your went to stay with your grandparents for the entirety of the break! but when you meet the cute guy who’s in a similar situation as you, things start to brighten. ( aka you getting to spend your summer with james!!)
content warnings + info: zhao yufan x fem!reader, mutual yearning but james got it bad. he calls reader “pretty girl,” “sugar,”
word count: 4.1k
kori’s notes: this took way longer than it should’ve bc i was lowk procrastinating. ANYWAYS i’m oddly proud of myself i usually don’t write this much (i get bored easily) so 4k is a lot in my eyes! anyways fic is based of coconut by sailorr skshhsjsjsbdeb ENJOY !!!! (there will be no part 2 to this sorry)
you stood infront of the vending machine, mashing the button in an attempt to retrieve your drink. the stupid drink was stuck in the stupid vending machine, pressed against the window almost in a taunt.
you bit your lip, resting your hands on either side of the vending machine and rattling it. to no one’s surprise, the beverage didn’t budge.
you sighed, running your hands through your hair. today has been awful, you’ve been forced to vacation with your grandparents when you should be at home, at the mall with your friends! and now you can’t even get a drink from this janky vending machine.
you were about to resort to kicking when you felt a presence next to you.
you looked to your side, your eyes widening when you realized it was a guy, a very good-looking guy at that. you quickly cleared your throat, taking a step to the side to make more room for him.
the guy gave you a look, before noticing the jammed soda can.
“oh, yeah this thing is a mess. watch this.” he smiled, walking over to the side of the vending machine before giving it two good blows.
and just like magic, the drink finally fell. you couldn’t help but gasp, crouching down to retrieve it.
“woah, how’d you know to do that?” you asked, turning to face him. he only shrugged, leaning against the machine.
“i come to this place almost every summer, you start to learn a lot.” he admitted, a smile on his face. you only nodded, any potential words being stuck in your throat.
he was attractive in a way where handsome wasn’t the best word to describe him, but pretty just didn’t seem to work either. he was attractive in a way you’ve never seen before.
and this panicked you slightly.
you quickly thought of something to say, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself. “you come here every summer?” you inquired, having a sudden urge to keep the conversation going. it was weird, wasn’t it? you didn’t even know this stranger’s name.
“yup, its a family tradition.” he hummed, “you’re new here, aren’t you?”
you were about to ask as to why he knew that so quickly, until you realized that this wasn’t the biggest town. he must’ve had everyone who resides here memorized.
you nodded, suddenly hyperaware of how out of place your hands feel. you stuffed them in your pockets.
“yeah, my grandparents live here so my parents sent me to stay with them.”
he seemed to perk up at that. “your grandparents? what’s your last name?”
“l/n…. why?” you asked, a little on guard now. he noticed your nervousness, playfully waving it off.
“relax, i was just wondering if i knew your folks. and i do! i never knew they had a granddaughter, and such a pretty one at that.” he smiled, casually saying that last part as if it was common sense. he noticed how you went silent, realizing how weird his words must’ve came off.
“woah, sorry. was that too far?”
“no, no! it’s just i usually like to know the name of the person who’s complimenting me.” you commented, cringing at how that wasn’t smooth in the slightest.
“o-oh, right,” he started, slightly pink in the face. from how he was acting you had a feeling he didn’t get flustered that often.
“i’m james, you are?”
“y/n.”
“cool, cool.”
it was clear that the both of you were starting to feel a bit awkward now. not wanting to miss an opportunity to get to know him, you decided to do a quick icebreaker.
“what grade are you in? you look like a college student.” you questioned, your voice light. he chuckled, shaking his head.
“i’m a senior, do i really look that old?” he smirked. you couldn’t help but giggle, shaking her head.
“no not at all. but cool, i’m a senior too.” you smiled, silently cheering that he was the same age as you. not that it quite mattered. your grip on the soda can tightened, already running out of things to say. should you claim its getting late and take your leave? or would he just see right through that?
fortunately for you, you didn’t have to make up anything. your phone buzzed to life, a text message from your grandma was on the screen.
“ah, my grandma wants me back home,” you started, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “i’m gonna be here for the next two months so… see you around?” you asked. he seemed like a cool guy, you wouldn't mind seeing him around some more. he seemed slightly disappointed at the thought of your departure, but alas he nodded.
“yeah, i’ll see you around.”
you gave him one last look, waving before beginning to walk off, but you didn’t make two steps before he spoke up again.
“w-wait,” he started, catching up to you. “mind if i walk you home? i mean it’s getting pretty late…” he asked, his voice growing soft at that last part.
you blinked, caught off guard by his request.
now, maybe walking home with a guy you just meant wasn’t the best idea you’ve had, but it was too late to worry about that.
because here you were, being escorted home by james.
the two are you were pretty quiet, keeping a respectable yet awkward distance between you.
he looked over at you, studying your features in the moonlight. you were gorgeous, no, beautiful? he couldn’t think of a good enough word to describe you. he buried his hands into his pockets, trying to chill out. he was being awkward, wasn’t he? shit, this was embarrassing.
“so-“
“hey-“
you both immediately cut yourselves off, looking at each other now. you gulped, shaking your head.
“you can go first!”
he shook his head, sheepishly smiling. “no no it’s fine, ladies first?”
you couldn’t help but laugh, calling him corny before deciding to say what you wanted to say.
you cleared your throat, suddenly interested in the tree behind him. “if…. it’s okay with you, would you wanna hang out tomorrow…?” you gulped, a tad bit nervous to see his expression.
james was silent, just looking at you before a wide smile grew on his face. “seriously? i was gonna ask you that.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
“oh shit- really?”
“yeah,” he giggled— can boys giggle? if so it fits him so well— “you beat me to it.”
“oh uhm great- where do you wanna go?” you asked, suddenly remembering that you don’t know a thing about this town, only that’s there’s a really good beach apparently.
james hummed, going over possible date hangout locations.
“i mean, there’s this local movie theater. it’s showing some classics.” he smiled, internally breaking out into a cold sweat. a movie… was that too intimate? he half expected you to decline, thinking he was coming on too strong.
but, you smiled and happily agreed. “alright! it’s a date!”
you both went dead silent at that, both of your faces heating up. a date… did you really just say that.
you quickly tried to do damage control, waving your hands in reassurance. “i-i meant like the saying! you know, ‘it’s a date?’” you gulped, hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way.
james nodded, a small sigh of relief slipping from him. right, like the saying.
he coughed, rubbing his neck. he realized you were new to this place, and had no idea where anything was.
“hey, y/n… if it’s alright with ya, could i have your number?”
you gulped, but nodded. your hands fumbled with your phone as you held it up, letting him type his number in. and that he did, giving you a small smile.
“i’ll text you the location later.”
and with that you two continued to walk, the atmosphere feeling less tense. james seemed like a super cool guy, it felt like you could talk to him for hours and never get bored. and as if fate was playing against you, you suddenly arrived at your house.
you couldn’t help but frown. you really enjoyed talking with him, and the last thing you wanted to do was leave. james gave you a look, clearly sharing your feelings. but he smiled and playfully nudged you towards your house. “it’s late, i’ll see you tomorrow.”
you sighed, but walked up the steps to your door. but right before you walked in, you turned away and waved him goodbye.
“bye james, see you later!”
he smiled even wider, returning your wave. “bye, pretty girl.”
he turned and left before you could even comprehend what was said. your eyes were wide, your face even hotter— if that was even possible! you just blinked, completely dumbfounded.
pretty girl… he called you pretty?
you gulped, getting a grip and closing the door behind you, your mind racing.
james was walking home, his face red. did he really just say that? pretty girl? what was he thinking!? if he wasn’t coming on strong before he totally was now.
he grumbled, running both of his hands through his hair.
——
is love at first sight real?
james squinted, adjusting his eyes to the bright screen of his phone. it was the next day and james woke up extra early!
but instead of getting ready, he decided to search up a question that’s been plaguing his mind since yesterday. is love at first sight real?
it was laughable, honestly. this was a question that a middle schooler would search up, not someone who’s gonna start their senior year in a few months.
and yet here he was, scrolling through various websites. and just to his luck every website had such varying opinions on it.
he didn’t feel like stressing himself out any longer. he had a date hangout in approximately…. 5 hours— he had to get ready! he quickly switched off his phone, deciding to take his mind off that silly idea.
you checked yourself in your phone camera one last time, quickly stuffing it back into your bag as you approached the theater. you looked around, wondering where james was.
“boo!” he smirked, seemingly coming out of nowhere. naturally, you jumped, immediately turning to face him. he was dressed pretty casually, but more of a cute-casual than a sloppy-casual. he looked good
“holy shit, james you scared the crap out of me!” you exclaimed, but no trace of anger was found in your words. you couldn’t help but eye at whatever he was hiding behind his back, curious.
james didn’t respond, too busy looking at you with slightly wide eyes.
fuck, you looked good. like, really good. he quickly snapped out of his thoughts, revealing what was hidden behind it back.
it was a bouquet of flowers, an arrangement so gorgeous it was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. you looked up at him, face painted with disbelief.
“for me? seriously!?” you squealed, taking the bouquet from his hands. he looked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck.
“i-it was nothin’… besides i couldn’t come empty handed couldn’t i?” he mumbled, suddenly hyperaware of well… everything. his hands felt really out of place, and was he standing weird? it felt like he was standing weird.
you smiled, pulling him into a hug. “well, thank you james. sorry i didn’t bring anything.”
he completely shut down, his body practically turning into a statue. as if suddenly regaining consciousness, he hugged you back, his grip slightly tight.
“it’s fine… i asked ya out.” he gulped, reluctantly letting you go. you tilted your head, shaking it.
“no…? i swore i asked you out.”
“i mean… you did but i proposed the movie idea.” he hummed, before shaking his head. “the technicalities don’t matter! come on, y/n.”
the two of you walked into the theater. you took the interior design, your eyes wide in awe. it was such a pretty place, vintage in such a beautiful way.
james dug through his pocket, fishing out his wallet, he took out his card but handed his wallet to you. “i have to go buy the tickets. there’s cash in there though so buy whatever you want.” he smiled, giving you a boyish grin.
you sputtered, shaking your head. “w-woah woah! i have my own money, seriously james i can’t ask you for this.” you exclaimed, holding his wallet back out to him. he crossed his arms, that grin brightening.
“sugar, you didnt ask me for anything. please, i can’t let a lady pay a penny on a date.” he said, stopping you. you frowned, but decided not to push any further.
“alright, thank you though, really.”
he shook his head, patting your shoulder. “don’t thank me! i’ll see you in a bit after o buy our tickets.”
and with that he walked off to the ticket desk. you decided to head to the snack area, looking through the colorful assortment of candy. while you were shopping, it suddenly hit you. he called you sugar!? and then acted like it was no big deal. damn, james was smooth.
he came back, holding two tickets. he looked at the colorful bundle in your hands, raising an eyebrow. you chuckled, looking at your shoes.
“i may have went a tad bit overboared, sorry.” you winced. he only shrugged, not bothered in the slightest.
“i said you could buy whatever you want.”
“true but i didn’t know if you actually meant it or not.” he couldn’t help but look at you like you grew a second head. “if i didn’t mean it i wouldn’t have said it. was that everything you wanted?”
you nodded, taken aback at how genuine he was. you don’t see people like that often.
you guys found your seats, making it just in time for the movie to start. now that you think about it, james never told you what movie you two were seeing. but you decided not to say anything, nothing wrong with getting surprised!
and surprised you were. it ended up being a romantic movie! you gave him a sidelong glance. james never rubbed you as a romance enjoyer, but now that you think about it… there wasn’t much you knew about him.
you snapped out of your thoughts, looking back at the movie. as you watched the film, you decided to grab some popcorn. your hand brushed against james’, who apparently had the same idea.
you both jumped, immediately jerking your hand away. your hand retreated to your lap as you looked at everything but him. the silence between you two was deafening.
james cleared his throat softly, shifting in his seat. “uhm, sorry.” he whispered, though his smile was saying otherwise.
you shook your head, “no i’m sorry,” you whispered back, immediately cringing. what were you sorry for? accidentally touching his hand?
for a bit, no one moved, before your hand slowly drifted back towards the popcorn bucket. but this time, james did something that he couldn’t believe.
he gently grabbed your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours. you immediately froze, but you didn’t pull away. you gently squeezed his hand, your eyes trained on the movie screen because you didn’t trust yourself enough to look at him.
halfway through the movie, you weren’t even paying attention anymore. not when you were hyperaware of the way his thumb was rubbing against the back of your hand. not when your shoulder was brushing against his.
he’s holding your hand, james was really holding your hand. you risked a glance at him, just to see that he was already looking at you. his gaze softened, turning into something deeper than his usual teasing smile.
“you’re not watching the movie,” he murmured.
“neither are you?”
he hummed at that, realizing you had a fair point. you gave him another lingering look before forcing yourself to look forward, watching the movie.
the film was so beautiful, you almost didn’t notice the hot tears standing your face. you sniffled, quickly wiping your eyes.
“are you crying?” james asked, biting back a giggle. you shook your head, drying your eyes.
“‘m not… anyways that was a good movie. you never rubbed me as a romance kinda guy though?” you asked, stretching your arms as you finally stood up from your seat.
james shook his head, also getting up. “ah- nah i’m not.”
“really? then why’d….. did you choose that on purpose?”
james paused, and then slowly a grin spread across his face. “maybe?”
you gaped at him, playfully shoving his arm. “oh my god.”
he tilted his head, studying your expression. “it didn’t seem like you hated it, though? cuz you were crying and stuff-“
“i wasn’t crying,” you started, quickly cutting him off, “it was a really nice movie. thank you for inviting me.”
his gaze softened, his teasing smirk now morphed into a gentle smile. “thank you for wanting to go with me.”
the two of you looked down, seeing your still-interlocked fingers, as hot as your faces were, no one moved their hand away.
“so uh, what now?”you asked. james quickly perked up, like he’d been waiting for you to ask that.
“well, there’s a diner across the street. best milkshakes you’ll ever have.”
you couldn’t help but giggle at that, captivated by his boyish charm. “well i guess you are the milkshake expert.”
he grinned, playfully nudging your shoulder with his. “c’mon pretty girl, let me prove it?”
and for the thousandth time that day, your heart stuttered again at that nickname. you liked it, maybe way more than you should’ve. you rolled your eyes to hide it, following him out the theater.
you two stepped out into the evening air. the sky was a captivating mix of soft pinks and oranges. as you walked to the diner, you couldn’t help but think of something that would’ve shocked you a week ago.
maybe being dragged out here for the summer wasn’t so bad after all. especially not when james glanced over at you, smiling like he was just happy you were here.
the bell above the diner door jingled as james pushed it open for you, holding it with an exaggerated little bow.
“after you, m’lady.”
you snickered at that, but stepped inside anyways, the corners of your lips betraying you. “you’re so corny.”
“and yet, you’re still here.” he shot back smoothly, following behind you.
the diner was cute. such a basic word but it was really the best way to describe it. red vinyl booths, checkered floors, the faint hum of an old jukebox in the corner. it felt like something straight out of a movie, ironic considering where you just came from.
james slid into a booth and gestured for you to sit across from him, but then paused.
“wait, do you wanna sit here?” he asked, patting the spot besides him instead. traitorously, your heart did that thing again.
“you sure?” you asked, slowly sliding in besides him. he rested his cheek against his palm, studying you.
“you asked that question a lot,” he commented, “i told ya, if i wasn’t sure, i wouldn’t say it.”
you chuckled, resting against the booth. “you make it sound so simple, you know there’s a thing called lying, right?”
he smiled, rolling his eyes. “very funny. yes, i know. but i have no reason to lie, especially not to you. you’re really cool, y/n… i just wanna make a good impression.” he muttered that last part. shyness looked so foreign on him, it was honestly kind of cute.
you rested a hand on his shoulder. “james, you are making a good impression. you don’t need to worry so much.” you explained, a warm smile on your face. he returned your smile, resting his hand ontop of yours.
before either of you could say anything else, the waitress came by, handing you two some menus.
your hands quickly returned to your own bodies. you looked down at the menu, trying to see what you’d like when james suddenly spoke up.
“two chocolate milkshakes.” he confidently said. you looked up at him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“wait hey i didn’t even get to order-“
“trust me.” he turned to you, grinning. “i’m the milkshake expert, remember?”
you sighed, handing the waitress your menu. “this better be life-changing, james. if not you’re getting exposed for fraud.” you sung that last part.
he gasped, a faux frown on his face. “how cruel of you.”
“god you’re such a dork.”
he shook his head at that, smirking. “yeah but you love it.”
when the milkshakes came, he slide one towards you with a proud little smile. “try it, it’ll blow your mind.”
you gave him a playful glare as you took a sip.
the second it hit your lips, your eyes immediately widened.
“okay,” you admitted slowly, “this is seriously good.”
james leaned back, a smug smile on his face. “see? the milkshake expert told you this.”
“okay okay don’t get cocky now,” you chuckled, taking another sip, “this one time doesn’t prove you’re a real expert.”
“wow,” he started, shaking his head, “tough crowd.”
and after that you guys just talked. things felt easy, like super surprisingly easy. you talked about random things, like your friends back home, his summers here, stupid childhood stories.
he told you about this one time when he was younger, maybe around 13, when he tried to impress someone by doing a backflip off a dock and completely bombed it instead.
you couldn’t help but laugh, almost choking on your milkshake. “holy shit, seriously? poor baby james.”
“you’re laughing, but i had a bruise for like a week because of it.” he exclaimed, a bright smile on his face as well.
“wow, how sad.” you snickered.
“you know it doesn’t seem like you feel that bad for me.”
“really? i swear i feel super bad for you.” you shrugged, a sly smile on your face. you couldnt pinpoint when you started to feel so comfortable with him, joking around like you two were longtime friends.
and you guess he could sense it too, because you noticed how his shoulders become less stiff and his hands stopped fidgeting with the napkins.
the air around you two just felt so natural.
james decided to walk you home again, and this time you didn’t put up a fight. you really enjoyed being in his presence. it was fun! he was fun.
“…so,”’he started, looking a bit fidgety. “you, uh… you got anyone back home?”
your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”
“like- you know,” he rubbed the back of his head, “a boyfriend… or someone you’re talking to?”
you blinked, realizing what he was trying to ask you. you quickly shook your head. “no, i don’t.”
he stilled, looking over at you. “really?” he asked, completely dumbfounded. you were such a lovely person and you were somehow single?
“yeah, really.” you giggled, “do you have someone back home?”
he huffed a quiet laugh, “no.”
and with that, the two of you continued to walk, sparking up conversations here and there.
it unfortunately didn’t take long before you reached your house, same routine as yesterday. another quiet moment between you two passed as you walked up your steps.
“hey,” he called out, softer this time. you turned around, tilting your head at him.
“uhm- yesterday… when you said ‘it’s a date.’” he started, and your stomach couldn’t help but flip.
“…did you mean it like… just the saying?”
you gulped, immediately going into deep thought. you could just brush it off, laugh it away and keep things light. but with the way he was looking at you, you’d have to be a monster to do that.
“…i don’t know,” you admitted. “i mean at first, yeah. but…”
“but?”
you glanced up at him. “i wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t.”
it was silent for a bit, but not the awkward kind. a kind of silence where the two of you really needed to think about your next words.
then slowly, a smile spread across his face. “yeah?” he asked softly.
“yeah.” you smiled, your hands behind your back.
he stuffed his hands into his pockets, brightly beaming at you now. “well, i better let you get inside.”
you froze, realizing you were currently outside your door. “oh- right… i should, huh?”
he nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet. “good night, y/n. i’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
you smiled, standing in your doorway. “of course. i’ll see you tomorrow, james.”
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hockey captain! riki who never had time for relationships, always juggling between practice and classes, until he sees you at a local flower shop, looking like the perfect angel.
hockey captain! riki who suddenly has all the time in the world because he is trying to find your instagram id and when he learns you go to the same school as him, he runs four laps extra.
hockey captain! riki who approaches you with the excuse of tutoring, but forgets how to speak when his eyes lock with yours.
“please tutor me and uh...i’ll save you a spot in the front row for my next match,” hockey captain! riki would say, attempting his best shot at flirting— he truly does think he looks the hottest when he is playing!
hockey captain! riki whose eyes search the whole ground to look for you, a frown almost reaching his lips before he sees you waving from one of the corners with the brightest smile.
“riki, just focus on the match man,” jake would tell hockey captain! riki who keeps messing up because all his attention is on you, instead of the game.
hockey captain! riki who actually starts studying diligently because he wants to show you off. “these good grades? all thanks to my lovely tutor,” he sneaks in a petname, hoping you don’t mind!
hockey captain! riki who has girls following him but you’re the only one he follows around like a lost puppy.
hockey captain! riki who buys you snacks for tutoring him, always sneaking a few extra ones in your bag with little handwritten notes and cute doodles.
“would you like to come to my practice tomorrow?” hockey captain! riki would ask you while walking you home, ears tinted red. he would do a little jump on his way back after you say yes.
hockey captain! riki who skips warm up to talk to you at practice and then runs ten more laps as penalty from the coach with not a single sign of remorse.
hockey captain! riki who starts inviting you to all his practices and enjoys it whenever someone teases the two of you, despite trying to act annoyed. boy, he is starting a rumour.
hockey captain! riki who doesn’t believe in lucky charms but wears the matching hello kitty bracelets you got to every match, without fail. rumour has it as he was seen kissing it a few times!
hockey captain! riki who forgets his pre-game speech when you show up in the locker room to wish him ( and the rest of the players ) good luck. you’re all smiley and positive and he is dumbfounded, gone.
“i like you!” hockey captain! riki blurts out all of a sudden when you give him his favourite candy as good luck, and then panics out of his mind. “no, i mean— well! don’t freak out— uh— yes, i have feelings for you...”
the entire locker room goes quiet because the ever so serious and blunt hockey captain! riki is standing with his cheeks red and hands fidgety.
hockey captain! riki who cannot believe his ears when you say yes so he asks you to repeat, over and over again. “can you say it one more time, please?”
hockey captain! riki who turns into a flustered mess and melts into a puddle the second you tip toe and press a kiss on his cheek before running off. he looks like he is out of his mind, and they are so going to lose that game. ( he gets even more red when everyone burts into ‘oh’s’ and teases him after you leave )
hockey captain! riki who misses a few shots because he cannot stop thinking about your kiss, but seeing you in the stands wearing one of his jerseys makes him want to do better, for you.
and hockey captain! riki who starts losing his mind all over again when you kiss him again, on the lips, after he wins the match, in front of everyone.
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synopsis: arguing seemed to be the only way for your husband to listen.
contains: established relationship, weirdo guy, reader and riki lowkey both mean, reader getting drunk, mention of injury, argument, fluff, happy ending
it was the same thing with riki. when things got stressful he pushed you away.
no matter what you did. no matter how many acts of service you performed, it wasn't enough. how was that fair? it wasn't.
you already planned a night to yourself with your friend.
just as you were done with your hair riki came in the room. you move around him like a ghost, not even bothering to say anything.
"no hey? we got a problem?" his sudden accusation caught you off guard. "yeah, I do."
you had no trouble admitting it, "but it's nothing you'd wanna talk about right? 'cause you're too busy or stressed" you put air quotations around "busy" and "stressed"
"God fucking forbid that i am" his argues, taking a step toward you. "it's not the same. you're pushing me away" you equally raise your voice, reaching his tone.
"and you can't handle it, so you're gonna go out and drink. am i right?" his arms crossed now, more cold and accusing. like he wasn't trying to come to terms of agreement, but arguing because he has no one else to do it with.
"yeah, you are." your words final. you take your bag off the bed and storm out of the room.
he doesn't go chasing, why would he?
your eyes were blurry of tears, you nearly tripped stepping out the front door. your phone buzzes in your bag.
it was liz.
[liz]: are plans cancelled again lol?
[you]: no, where r you?
[liz]: down the street.
she was one of the best friends you could ever ask for. your life was moving so fast it was like God sent her to you for stability.
you walk out the long and paved driveway. you continue down the street, where your friends beloved mini cooper was parked.
you get in the car, slamming the door shut.
she didn't ask any questions, you seemed upset so she just drove with the radio playing low.
it made you feel bad stealing her happiness because you weren't. so you've mentally decided to change your attitude when you both arrived to the club.
when liz's car made a stop, the engine killing—you turn, giving her a half smile. "let's go"
outside the building you show the bouncer your ID's getting in.
immediately liz grabs your wrist, dragging you through the crowd. there were two shots on the counter, clearly waiting to accompany someone else, but she took one—throwing her head back. handing the other one to you.
"you need this" she says like it was something urgent. "liz—you..liz—you can't just take this."
she shrugs "i just did" pushing you past a few people to find a new table, once you did she puts her purse down. "plus you totally needed it more than that person."
she wasnt wrong, you hum in agreement. "ok im gonna start a tab, on me of course"
you hold her purse down so she doesn't dig for her card. "I could just—y'know..." you drag the sentence "put it on riki's card"
she nearly choked on air, "gosh no, that's a quick trip to the court room" you tilt your head—confused. "divorce y/n"
right. you forgot about that. bad idea.
"right. okay, start the tab"
she takes her purse from under your hand getting her card out and calling one of the workers over. "jameson on the rocks, and double bourbon, neat" she smiles, handing him the card. "please" he nods, giving a polite bow before leaving.
"so.." you both take a seat. "whats the problem now?"
you rub the back of your neck, avoiding her eyes. "could we maybe— not talk about it?"
"oh yeah, sorry"
the drinks come quick, she grabs the glass with ice, while you drink the other one with the lack there of. not sipping but practically pouring the drink down your throat.
you hardly have time to let the dinks settle in your stomach before you point out two guys coming to the table.
one had a tattoo sleeve, clad in black compression shirt, matching the black hair tousled in his face. the other had a radiant smile, chestnut hair, in a sweater with jeans—like he was at the wrong place. more of a boyish, bring him home mom type.
he speaks to liz first "hey, you free?" bold. straight to the point.
the other guy fixes his gaze on you, leaning against the table. you flirted with the idea of entertaining him, but held your hand up—the one that flashed your ring, with multiple diamonds in it. he runs his tongue along his teeth with a nod.
"not tonight" liz turns from him slightly, he was sweet—at least looked sweet. "liz—don't. you don't gotta do this for me."
she gave you a look, almost like she was asking if you were sure. you nod, placing a hand over hers.
"okay, what's your name?" she asks the smiling boy. "oh- jake" he begins fidgeting with his fingers. "well jake, give me a second."
the worker comes back "continue to send double bourbon shots. neat— and make sure she's always drinking." liz instructs to the waiter, pointing her finger.
"wow" jake whispers.
jakes friend with the bold tattoos was no longer present, but with one scope of the club you catch his eye from the bar. you quickly advert your eyes to avoid sending the wrong.
when jake was wallking off with liz you internally curse yourself.
you didn't do best sticking up for yourself, especially not to guys with tattoos who looked like they did boxing for a living.
the waiter comes back, dropping off two shots. "thank you" you mumble, taking both the directly after eachother, not giving yourself time to taste either of them.
after a few minutes the music was suddenly too loud, everybody was moving in slow motion, bumping and grinding against eachother, the neon lights flashed your eyes.
your drinks were catching up to you. another one came out and you drunk it.
it didn't mask the fact your marriage felt like it was slipping through your hands, with no resolve. all your problems came to the surface but you washed them down with alcohol hoping for a quick fix.
the drinks were no longer a distraction, but something filling the cracks in your heart. it gave you the comfort of not overthinking and having the ability to escape.
as if this was his cue, the tattooed guy came back over. "i never got to properly introduce myself." he leans against the table.
"because I'm married" you wave your hand in his face freely. he grabs your hand interlocking his fingers with your own.
"you're here for a reason sweetheart" he reminds, his voice like velvet. it didn't help he was easy on the eyes.
despite that fact, you loved your husband. you slip your hand from his grasp. "I'm married" you repeat, more stern.
"who you tryna convince me or you" he teases, shooting you a wink.
ew.
the waiter comes with another drink. "dont you think you've had too many of these" he holds the glass, tossing his head back drinking the liquor. "fuck— you've been drinking these all night?"
"yes, now go" you slur, resting your head on the table.
his hands snake around your waist trying to sit you up straight. "ahh— stop" you squirm, so his hands get off you.
"i gotta get you home. back to your husband" he mentions, as if he was doing you some grand favor.
you try looking for liz—an escape.
you couldn't find her, standing now, to try and get a better look, but he's brushing up against you now. "sir— please" you murmur, giving him a slight push so he wasn't so close.
he grabs a hold on your wrist. "let me get you home yeah?"
"just leave me alone" you try tugging your wrists free. "I'll call my husband, trust me sir— he'll do bad— very bad things to you. so let. me. go." you say through gritted teeth.
he laughs at your threat, "honey i go to the gym six times a week" like that was supposed to be a flex.
you snicker "am i supposed to be impressed?" your brows raise, and you could see the very moment his ego was bruised, his jaw ticks and the handle on your wrists begins loosening.
"whatever" he scoffs, slipping a hand in his pockets, getting lost in the crowd.
you dig around in your purse, fumbling for your phone. you pull up liz's contact giving her a text but didn't get a reply.
you're on delivered for about five more minutes, it was clear she had been occupied.
you take a few more shots, reveling in your decisions.
you check the time but your vision wouldn't focus, so when the waiter comes back you close the tab.
"hey— wait" you grab the waiters sleeve. "what's the time?"
"12 in the morning, miss" he gives you a gentle smile, then leaving back to the bar.
so it was late. late. honestly it could have been worse.
you slide your purse on your shoulder, not bothering to look for liz. you could always walk home. you'd rather do that then call riki.
a task you thought would be easy was now difficult.
each step seemed uncalculated, like the floor was uneven. you even bumped so many shoulders and had to utter just as many apologies.
you held onto anyone and anything for leverage.
except that wasn't the method, you held onto the wrong guy and his girlfriend—you assumed by the way she pushed you off balance—your ankle rolling.
the sudden deep and warm ache made a you suck a breath.
"—ah" you fall to your knees. the heels making it worse, it felt like you'd just broke it or something.
you stumble to your feet again, pain somehow making it through your drunken state, slowing your steps down.
the fresh air outside the club hit your face before your lungs, it was all so refreshing. yet all you could think about was the throbbing near your foot, the heels on your feet only amplifying it.
"okay...okay.." you negotiate with your own body. bracing each step.
you limped the whole time, the street seeming suddenly long. the sidewalk was crawling with people, crackheads it seemed.
the phone in your bag rings, you fumble for it, it was your husbands contact. you shove it back in your bag.
you wrap your arms around yourself, partly to fight against the chill that bit at you, but also for stability.
you couldn't help but to wince with every limp. "why'd i wear these" you mumble to yourself.
your phone rings again.
and it didn't stop, after a few feet, frustration bubbled up.
you get the device out your bag and answer.
"what?" you snap.
"I've been looking for you all night. don't get an attitude with me" he answers, seemingly more annoyed than you.
"don't bother" you hang up.
just as you were about to start walking—no limping again. headlights shined on you before you could fully see. it was one of riki's cars.
"oh my gosh" you breath, panic mixed with stubbornness. you pivot on your feet, going in the other direction.
bad idea.
the moment you pivoted, pain shot through your ankle so intensely that tears blurred your vision.
you push through it anyway, limping quick and uneven.
behind you a car door shut, footsteps approaching fast. "don't walk away from me"
"go away" you shot back, not turning around.
riki caught up within seconds. when he steps in front of you, you try sidestepping—and nearly lose your balance entirely. his hands shoot out immediately, steadying you.
"you're limping" he points out. "so? im fine" you roll your eyes, trying so hard to keep up this tough act. deep down you wanted to give him a hug and cry about how bad your ankle hurts.
"you're not fine, gosh— you can hardly stand."
"i said im fine" when you tried taking a step, the pain flared so sharply that a small, helpless sound escapes you before you could hide it.
that settled it. with zero room for argument—he lifts you.
at first you tense, more from reflex then resistance, one hand gripping at his shoulder.
"put me down..." you say in the most unconvincing voice ever, he didn't even bother replying.
you let your anger simmer, you never truly had the chance to voice how you felt. so you just let it rest at bay until you could.
riki opens the passenger side, helping you in. closing the door behind you, going around and getting in on his side.
the warmth of the car was like a blanket, you rest your head against the glass then "what were you thinking?" riki asks, breaking the peaceful silence.
"that i needed to get home." voice flat.
"you weren't gonna get far. you do realize you're downtown? you could get taken, beat, robbed, literally anything could happen" he lists out, his voice getting louder and more rough.
"oh— oh. that's rich coming from you because yesterday I don't think you would have been able to notice i was even gone."
"bullshit" he curses, hitting the steering wheel then slumping back in his seat.
"riki take accountability for once. you're not perfect, you make mistakes but fuck— you can't just— you can't just push me away when things get hard." not only were you sitting up while facing him, but raising your voice.
he shakes his head "I don't push you away"
"so I'm just imagining it?" you narrow your eyes at him. "i guess so, yeah"
"so when i try and give you a hug you don't deny me? or when I—"
"nope" he cuts you off with a shrug. "yes you do!" almost out of reflex your hand hits the center console
"you wanna hug, here" he holds his arms out, but you don't move. "no? a kiss" he grabs your cheeks smashing a kiss to your lips. "that's what you want?"
"no!" your eyes water, "why are you acting like this" you sniffle, not really wanting an answer.
you lay back in your seat, resting your head against the glass again. "just drive"
"no, i wanna talk. im not going anywhere until we figure this out." he says, cutting the car off.
"but you don't listen" your voice cracks, tears slipping hot and fast from your eyes. "I'll listen" his tone much calmer than before.
tonight you both acted out of character, you've never seen him be that way. countless of times he's slipped up and yelled at you but apologized right after. you also normally never had a reason to raise your voice.
"you won't acknowledge me, and i know—" you take a shaky breath gathering your next words, "—i know you work hard and stuff, but I wanna be there for you and you won't let me." you wipe your tears with the side of your hand.
"I don't need, or want you worrying about me." he places a hand on your thigh. "but don't make it seem like that's my fault though" you clarify.
"what do you mean?"
"if im trying to be there for you, don't treat me like im some burden to your life" you explain again, a bit clearer for his understanding.
"you're right, im sorry" he apologizes, starting the car up again.
"no riki, I don't need you to apologize i need you to understand."
his eyes meet your own, like for the first time tonight he was really looking at you. "i understand"
you take his word for it. putting your seat belt on and laying back.
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by the time y'all got home, the argument had worn off. you were freshly clean with your ankle wrapped.
speaking of freshly clean, riki washed your hair for you and was now gonna dry it. he insisted that it was the least he could do.
"sit" he says gently, guiding you to the chair. you oblige without protest.
riki plugs in your blow dryer, the low hum filling the bathroom. "tell me if it's too hot" you hum an "ok" but in case he didn't hear, you raise a thumbs up in the mirror.
carefully, he gathers damp sections of your hair. the warm air moved through strands while he works out knots with slow, deliberate storkes of the brush.
you soak in this moment, watching him in the reflection of the mirror.
the task at hand was somewhat domestic, completely different from the man you saw not even an hour ago.
when he finishes, he switched the dryer off and the room fell in silence.
"all done" he gives you the smallest smile "thank you" you throw your arms around his neck, he hugs you back, placing a kiss to your head
you were first to get into bed, moving carefully to not bring any sharp pain to your throbbing ankle.
riki was finally done with his night routine, and you open up the blankets for him. he gets into bed and leaves a safe distance between you two. strange.
you were quick to close the gap, pulling him closer to you. it didn't take much for his arms to wrap around your waist, his head instinctively resting on your chest, as your fingers card through his hair.
you lay there, catching yourself basking in the moment once again.
riki's breathing synchs up with yours, then slowly steadying. your eyelids begin feeling heavier with each blink, falling asleep asking with him.
had an idea, came to me as I was writing my research paper (no idea why)
writing about helping Riki dying his hair blond (manifest we get blonde Riki back)
anyways, I hope your pillow is nice and cold tonight!
-🖤
dye it blonde ୭˚. ᵎᵎ · —NRK drabble
⌗AN: going to do more quick drabbles so I can finish all of ur requests quickerrr
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“I wanna go back to blonde.”
Not even an hour passed since Riki told you that and you’ve already got him sitting on a chair in the bathroom with a towel draped around his shoulders.
His hair’s black, dry, untouched, and he’s looking way too relaxed for someone about to fry his hair again.
You pull on the gloves, tear open the packets, pour everything into the bowl, wrinkling your nose as the smell hits.
“Smells fucked,” you mutter.
“That bad?” he asks
“It’s… aggressive,” you say. “If your hair falls out, that’s on you.”
He laughs quietly. “It’ll grow back.”
You start sectioning his hair, clipping pieces up the way you watched in a tutorial ten minutes ago. He watches you the whole time through the mirror, how your brows knit when you’re focused. You don’t notice until you catch his eyes lingering.
“What?” you ask.
He shrugs, grin lazy. “You look cute when you’re serious.”
“And you look like you know what you’re doing.” He adds.
You snort. “I absolutely don’t.”
You start brushing the bleach onto his hair, careful to coat each strand evenly. The brush glides through his hair and your fingers follow to massage it in.
Riki’s eyes drift shut almost immediately.
His shoulders loosen under the towel, he’s leaning back in the chair, head tipping just slightly into your touch. You keep working, fingers moving in small circles to make sure it’s covered properly.
He lets out a low, soft sound, almost like a hum. It’s not loud, it’s like he does it without realizing, breath vibrating as your fingers move through his hair.
You pause for half a second, just to test it, and the sound fades when you stop.
You start again, slower this time, working the bleach in with gentle motions. The hum comes back, and a grin pulls at your mouth before you can stop it.
“Are you enjoying it?” you ask mockingly.
He’s barely awake, doesn’t even open his eyes. “Hm?”
You chuckle softly. “Nothing.”
His head dips forward.
Then jerks up.
Then dips again.
“Riki,” you say softly.
No response.
You snort. “You cannot be serious.”
You keep going anyway, holding his head steady with one hand while you finish applying the bleach. His breathing is slow now. Fully asleep. His head keeps tipping forward, heavier each time, until it almost slips out of your grip.
“Hey,” you say, nudging his shoulder. “You’re gonna fall.”
He startles awake, blinking. “What?”
“You fell asleep.”
He rubs his face, embarrassed but not denying it. “Did I?”
“Yes. Like, out.”
He lets out a quiet laugh and sits up straighter. “My bad.”
You rinse it out a while later, guiding him to the bathtub. He bends over, hands braced on the edge, and you lean over him, rinsing the bleach from his hair. Water runs through his hair, down his neck, and he stays still, letting you do your thing.
He closes his eyes, completely trusting you. Even if he’d never say it out loud, he loves being taken care of by you.
He insists on drying and styling it himself, shooing you out of the way like he has something to prove, fluffing and adjusting his hair until he’s satisfied. You hear the blow dryer, the sound of drawers opening, and some muffled swearing when his hair doesn’t do what he wants.
A few minutes later, he appears in the doorway.
“So?”
You look up.
Blonde suits him way too well.
You smile and walk closer to him. “I like ittttt”. You drag your words a little, looking up at him with a grin.
૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა short work bc i nearly died this week #freemefromschool forgive me if this is bad...
THE MATTRESS DIPS beneath your weight, climbing into your boyfriend’s lap, knees on either side of his thighs. james leans back against the headboard, his hands naturally resting on your hips, gently keeping you steady. “comfy?”
you nod in response, setting the sheet masks flat on the bed before gently placing a kiss on his lips. you feel him smile as your lips come in contact, hands sliding up and down your sides. he pulls back just enough to look at you, head tilted just a bit, his gaze soft. “you have the face masks, baby?”
“mhm,” you hum, reaching for the packages with a quiet giggle. “hello kitty theme for tonight.” you grin, holding up the white, character-shaped packaging for him to see. he chuckles softly, clearly amused. “i wanted to buy my little pony ones, but this is all they had in stock!” you ranted.
he laughs lightly at your remark, his forehead dropping to your shoulder before nestling his head into the crook of your neck. “hello kitty’s fine too,” he murmurs lowly, pressing a kiss against your skin.
you tear open one of the packages as he places another kiss on your jaw, before resting his head against the headboard once more. “okay,” you mutter, carefully unfolding the mask. “don't move.”
“whatever you say, princess.”
he stills instantly, letting you drape the cool sheet over his face. your fingers brush against his skin and jaw, smoothing and adjusting the mask gently. you giggle when you see the hello kitty detailing on the mask. “done!” you lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“my turn,” he says, grabbing the second sheet mask. he tilts your chin up with his thumb, unfolding the mask cautiously. “you ready?” he whispers.
“yep,” you reply, popping the p at the end. you tuck your hair behind your ears, making sure it doesn't fall as he puts the mask over your face. you feel his hands move slowly, working the sheet to fit in place.
you close your eyes, letting yourself relax at the touch of his hands. he brushes his thumb against your cheek, before placing a kiss on your lips as you did to him. “you look so cute,” he smiles.
you lean in closer to him, hugging his body as you peek through the holes of the mask. “you don't look too bad either, hello kitty.” you tease, noses bumping into each other.
it’s one of those nights where the air feels thick, like it’s pressing against your skin instead of moving around it. the fan is on, but it’s doing more noise than work and the sheets already feel warm from the day’s heat refusing to let go.
you’re lying on your side, staring at nothing, when you feel the familiar shift behind you. a soft huff, a rustle of fabric…ohh riki your sweet boy.
his arm drapes over your waist automatically, like it’s muscle memory and his chest presses to your back. normally, you’d melt into it and scoot closer. but tonight ? you immediately feel ten times hotter.
“mmmm,” he hums, nose brushing your hair, already settling in but too close. way too close. you try to endure it for a few seconds, but the heat keeps building, trapped between bodies and blankets. finally, you gently grab his wrist and move it away, scooting forward just a little.
“ki baby, the love of my life,” you mumble softly, half apologetic, half exhausted. “it’s too hot, i can’t cuddle right now.” there’s a pause behind you. “…wait what ?” he says, like he genuinely doesn’t understand the words in that order.
you turn your head slightly so he can hear you better. “i’m overheating. when you cuddle me, i get even hotter.” he makes a quiet, offended sound, arm reaching out again out of pure instinct. you scoot away once more, just out of reach, and he whines. “babyyy,” he says, dragging the ‘y’ out. “i can’t sleep like this.”
“yes you can, you just close your eyes.” you reply gently. “no,” he says immediately. “that’s not how it works.” you feel his fingers barely brush your shirt, testing the distance like he’s debating his next move.
he sighs dramatically and sits up. “…would it help if i took my shirt off or something ?” he asks, hopeful, like this is a very reasonable compromise. you glance back at him, squinting. “and how would that help?”
“less layers,” he says quickly. “which means less heat. i’m basically doing this for you.” you snort. “you’re doing this for yourself.” he doesn’t even deny it.
a second later, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, then immediately lies back down and scoots right back into you. no hesitation this time. his chest presses fully to your back, arm snug around your waist, legs tangling with yours like he’s claiming his rightful spot.
“kiii” you start, but he’s already settling in, chin tucked into the crook of your neck. “see ?” he murmurs, voice soft and smug. “shirt gone so now we can cuddle.”
before you can protest again, he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, warm lips lingering just enough to make you sigh. then another, lighter this time, right against your cheek like he’s sealing the moment.
“you’re so clingy,” you murmur, even as your body instinctively relaxes against him. “only with you,” he replies immediately, tightening his hold just a little. he kisses your shoulder again, softer now, then brushes his lips against your cheek once more. “i actually can’t sleep without you anymore.”
his skin is still warm, but somehow the familiarity of it makes it easier to handle. his hand rests under your shirt, flat on your stomach, thumb lazily tracing nothing at all. his breathing slow and steady against you.
“if i get too hot, i’m moving,” you warn quietly. he hums, half asleep already, lips grazing your cheek in a sleepy kiss. “then i’ll move with you.”
you roll your eyes, but a smile sneaks onto your face anyway. the fan hums, the night stays warm and riki presses closer, kissing your shoulder one last time like a promise. just before sleep takes you, you hear him murmur, soft and content, “worth it even if it’s hot.”
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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ✿ he can’t hold back anymore 𝟗𝟏𝟎 bsf!james x fem!reader, he’s tired of being just friends ☁︎ profanity, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, james is hammered, fluff, skinship, kissing, petnames, flirty teasing… ᥬᩤ 𝐑𝐈𝐑𝐈’𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒’ 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 🐚
RIRI’S NOTES this has been ROTTING in the notes app so ummm but ANYWHO it’s out now so i hope you guys love it was so fun writing hehe! also mi apologies if i did not write being drunk right i have no experience obviously it just went with the song so umm anywho. hugs and kisses!
ılıılıılıı playing 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 tv girl ♫
♫ “but if you’re too drunk to drive, and the music is right, she might let you stay, but just for the night.” ♫
james was drunk. super drunk. when he texted you that he was going out with the boys you could have only imagined that it would be bad. he was just so predictable. or you knew him well enough.
he wasn’t a drinking person or anything but when he gets the opportunity to ‘have fun’ he takes it without hesitation or thinking and gets very ahead of himself.
when one of his friends dumped him off at your door like you were his guardian angel—looking so vulnerable—you couldn’t help but let him stay, just for the night. i mean he was your best friend after all, you had to look out for him.
♫ “and if she grabs for your hand, and drags your along, she might want a kiss before the end of this song.” ♫
you dragged him to your room, his body collapsing on your bed. you were playing lovers rock, your favourite song. he knew that. he smiled, his eyes barely open.
“mm, look so pretty, y/n. my pretty girl.” he mumbled, his words slurred. you couldn’t lie, he looked insanely hot in your room, the dim moonlight that hit his face making him look so good. right then as always. you blushed slightly, but fought it away, not wanting to feed his ego while he was so wasted.
“aw, my pretty girl’s blushy. mm, c’mere.” he slung an arm around your waist—and with no hesitation—you let him pull you against his hard chest. your face was just inches away from his, his breath hot with alcohol that lingered. he looked even better up close with those flushed cheeks.
stop, y/n. he’s just your best friend, he’s drunk.
“um, yu-”
“what, baby?” he murmured, his eyes never leaving your lips. fuck you, zhao yufan. you hated how good that sounded off his lips. how much you wanted your best friend. fuck you too, y/n l/n.
“i-you’re drunk, stop. you don’t really want this.” you stutter, the way your cheeks flushed betraying your words. you wanted this—more than anything—but he was drunk. out of his mind. he probably didn’t want you.
“baby, drunk or not, love you so much. ‘m madly in love with you. mm, believe me,” he paused, cupping your cheek, love in his half-opened eyes.
“no amount of alcohol will change my feelings for you. was drinking cause i wanted to stop thinking ‘bout you so much.” he let out a soft chuckle, pressing his nose again your cheek. this felt like a dream. he really did want you.
“i-” you reached out to grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his. his hand squeezed yours, lifting it up to press a soft kiss. “do you want this? this okay, baby?” he asked—gentle and hushed.
why was he so sweet even when he was so incredibly tipsy?
you mouth opened, then closed, a sound leaving your lips. you just squeezed his hand, the words lodged in your throat. he smiled, pressing his lips against yours lazily.
you could taste the alcohol, but, you were far too focused on his lips on yours.
his warm hand was on your neck—his thumb brushing your collarbone—yours around his neck. in that moment you completely forgot you were best friends, you only knew that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. and you could only focus on how good it felt to finally let go and stop holding back your feelings.
you both laughed against each other’s lips, pulling each other closer till your bodies felt like they were molded together. then you pulled away when your lungs burned with the need for oxygen.
♫ “because love can burn like a cigarette and leave you with nothing.” ♫
“yu, friends don’t kiss.” you tease—hitting his chest. she winced, pulling your hand to his lips—leaving feather light kisses on your finger tips. “mm, so let’s not be friends then, baby?” james asked, his eyes glimmering with hope. he looked so adorable.
“this is not how i planned to confess to you, yu.”
“neither did i but here we are. mm, just say yes. i only want this if you do.” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lip, his voice low and warm. of course, he only ever wanted something if you did too. typical james.
you blushed again, your cheeks burning like a flame was lit on them. you groaned, nuzzling your face in his chest. “ugh, fuck, yu. you can’t just say that. i’m supposed to be saying no.” you whined, your hand gripping his shoulder.
he kissed the top of your head tenderly, shifting to hold you impossibly close. “mm, ‘ll take that as a yes, baby.” he mumbled again, his voice mumbled by your hair. you scoffed, no actual irritation, melting in his arms. you couldn’t resist him. fuck you, zhao yufan for being so perfect.
you shifted as well, kissing him again. he moved his hand to flip the record on your record player, the song starting again. he kissed you back, slower this time. more loving. so much more perfect than the first. you were drunk on his love, and he was yours. sort of.
♫ “we were listening to lovers rock, in her bedroom. and if you start to kiss, and the record skips, flip it over and sit a little closer.” ♫
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐓𝐎 @xomartinii cause twin also wrote a fic called friends don’t kiss hehe.
summary: sleeping next to your boyfriend is lovely… or is it?
warning! a sex joke in Jake’s and Jungwon’s, also there is that type relationship that is so healthy that you try to pick fights but can’t with Jay + I mentioned a play-fight in Jungwon's (is this a warning? idk)
note! I really missed writing ot7s! And I mean I did in the morning and evening at this point I might as well use the rest of the day lol. (sorry I feel like these are a bit longer than usual)
enjoy!
Heeseung
You genuinely envy your boyfriend’s ability to fall asleep instantly and how he always tries to make you feel better every time you complain about your lack of sleep.
“I swear baby! I dream of one single night were I will managed to sleep for eight hours straight” You say while laying down on the bed, Heeseung follows you right after “Baby, I’m so sorry! Why don’t you try one of those hacks to fall asleep? Like the magnesium before bed or something like that”
Heeseung is laying on his side to look at you as he speaks, you take a deep breath and mimic is position “But I’m still young! If I take that now how would I be when I’m 60?” your boyfriend sees to be actually considering it a bit before answering “Then… maybe some cuddles will help?”
You move closer, resting your head on his shoulder and Heeseung immediately wraps his arm around you and starts to move his hand up and down on your spine. The two of you have been in a relationship for a while now, which means that you know Heeseung. This exact conversation happened a few times already, you are already aware of what is going to happened.
His hand on your back stops, his breath grows heavier: Heeseung already fell asleep. Now all you can do is close your eyes and try to match your breathing with his but not before murmuring a “lucky bitch”
Jongseong
Sleeping next to Jay has to be one of the easiest things you ever done. Meanwhile you are getting ready, he’s already laying in bed probably looking at his phone and with his little black silky eye mask you gifted him a while back on is his forehead.
Once you are done and join in on bed, it’s all up to you. You want to have a chat? Your boyfriend would seat up and talk to you. You want cuddles? His arms are immediately around you. Not to mention, Jay somehow manages to lay perfectly still when he’s asleep, so you don’t have to deal with the blanket being pulled or him not holding you anymore during the night.
You rest your shoulder up against the door frame, your silence doesn’t go unnoticed from Jay, who immediately sits up straight and looks at you “Is everything fine?”
“No” you shake your head and Jay fully stands up “Can you do something to piss me off?” He sits back down a confused expression on his face. His eyebrows lift up, except that Jay is still wearing the eye mask, making the all thing way funnier than it should be.
“Why would I do that? I mean, would you be… pissed off if I were to do so?” You sit next to him “You’re too good” You drop your back on the couch, speechless and completely unsure on what is going on, Jay does the same.
“I think we need a good night of sleep but If you want I can pull the blanket over my side a bit?”
Jaeyun
Jake was rubbing some expensive hand cream over his skin when you laid underneath the blanket “how can you not be tired?” You murmur, it was almost midnight yet your man seems very awake. Layla on the other hand is curled up on the edge of the bed, deep in her sleep.
“Oh, I guess it wasn’t that much tiring of a day, but it’s fine baby” He runs his fingers in between your hair “Go to sleep, I can tell that you are tired; I will stay up a bit more on my phone”
For as much as you would love to fall asleep with him, today you are really tired and your lids fall down on their own.
Later, you open your eyes, a really weird sound woke you up. You lift up your head from the pillow and look around: Layla is still asleep on the bed meanwhile…
“Jake, what the fuck!” Your voice probably doesn’t come out as scary or threatening as you would have liked it to be, since you just woke up but fuck, what the hell is Jake doing on the bed with a bowl of ramen?
“It’s half past midnight, go back to sleep, honey” Jake has that smirk on his face which usually makes you want to kiss him or starting to cuss at him. Unfortunately for him, this time is the latter.
“Jake, why are you eating a bowl of ramen, in our bed, at half past midnight?” This time he understands you’re mad and looks down at his food “You know I have the habit to have a snack before bed, you told me I couldn’t eat your pu-”
You throw him the pillow and Jake does his best to not let his food fell down “Okay, okay! I will eat it in the living room” you stand up “wait for me, at this point I might as well join you”
The only one that managed to have a full night of sleep that night was Layla.
Sunghoon
“If you were a woman during the Renaissance-”
“Sunghoon, it’s 10pm”
“-do you think you would survive the Black death?”
You cover yourself all the way up with the blanket, yet you can still feel Sunghoon’s eyes on you and you will bet he also has that cutesy silly smile of his on the lips. You have no idea why your boyfriend acts the way he does in the bedroom, but you have to admit it’s quite entertaining not knowing what will come out from his mouth.
“I think that I would” Sunghoon chuckles “Why? You know I need more information than that”
You pull your blanket down and turn around to look at him. Your boyfriend is now looking at the ceiling, his hands are locked together over his stomach and you cannot help but wonder how could Sunghoon stay in a position that would sent anyone else into a sleeping paralysis. But well, he did ask you at ten pm if you would have survived the Black death, so maybe you really shouldn’t be wondering anything at all.
“I mean, I’m surviving you” Sunghoon finally turns around and faces you, with his mouth wide open in shock. “I am not that bad” You mimic his position and turn to look at him noticing that he’s doing everything possible to hold back a smile but the corner of his lips are slightly upwards.
“You can be so stupid some times” You laugh and your boyfriend can’t help it but join you “It’s because I’m tired!” It really isn’t, but you decide to play it along.
“Then, can we finally go to sleep?”
“You were the one talking!” Sunghoon answers. For as much as you could clearly tell that he was joking, unfortunately for him you have already decided.
You are snatching the blanket on your side tonight.
Sunoo
Sunoo never fails to surprise you. That man does everything in his willpower to take care of himself, which is something that you definitely appreciate except that it all goes to waste.
The face mask he applied before going to sleep is all over the pillow, the hair that he brushes is now messy and the gloves he woke (“Honey, it’s winter! You should apply a think layer of hand cream and then wore some gloves, like this”) are on the sheets. At the moment the only think holding for it’s life is the wrinkly silky pillowcase.
Not to mention, the perfectly sleep position he would brag about (“Dermatologists say that the best position to sleep in is on the back, trying to stay as still as possible, I think I can do that. It also has many health benefits! I think…”) is forgotten, Sunoo is sleeping on his belly, legs and arms spread open, his left cheek is pressed on the pillow, right next to his face mask.
You sit next to him and gently place your hand on his back “Baby?” He open his eyes and looks at you
“Good morning” Sunoo murmurs making you giggle “No, Sunoo, is still late in the night” at your comment, he looks around and then back at the bed, noticing all of the effort he put in his skincare gone on the pillow.
Bothered, he tosses the mask over his nightstand and opens his arms towards you “Come here”
You smile and jumps in his arms, sleeping on top of his chest. The next day, Sunoo proudly says that he managed to sleep perfectly still on his back
Jungwon
Sleeping with Jungwon is… not for the weak, that’s for sure.
The worse think is that it doesn’t even start immediately. At the beginning, Jungwon is just spooning you from behind, like the very loving boyfriend he is.
The problem starts when he falls deeply asleep and starts to move all over, literally all over. One time he kicked you in the ankle, waking you up. You told the problem to Jungwon and he apologized, multiple times yet he decided to turn his little problem in a playful and harmless fight before going to sleep.
“Jungwon!” You complain after you feel his palm over your ass “Shh, I’m trying to fall asleep!”
You lift up your foot to kick him back “Ouch! Why would you hit my knee?”
“I was aiming higher. Also, I did not hit you hard at all"
Jungwon stands up, looking at you over your own shoulder “Here I was thinking you were in love with it…”
“I mean, didn’t you slap my ass?” For as much as that was a simple joke, Jungwon actually seems to be thinking about your comparison “I will answer to that tomorrow” and with that, he goes back into his usual position, curled up against you, his arm over your body.
Just like that, apparently, you found the way to make him stop involuntarily kicking you in his sleep... making Jungwon reflect.
Ni-ki
Your boyfriend has the habit to hold you every time he falls asleep. Which is the most romantic thing ever, actually.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Ni-ki moves you around like you’re a doll, or the body length pillow he claimed got him in the habit to hold everyone that sleeps next to him. You still remember the first time he moved you around, you were just falling asleep in between his arms when suddenly, he turned around.
And turned you around. Your eyes opened wide and you turned to look at him but Ni-ki still had his eyes closed and based how his chest was slowly raising and falling down, he was sleeping.
“Ni-ki?” You whispered, just to be completely sure on what the hell just happened but he doesn’t answer, so you decided to tell him another night what happened.
“Did you realize that you moved me around yesterday? You were sleeping and I was trying to do the same, then you flipped us over”
Ni-ki stops his movement, the blanket he was moving back gets stopped up in his hand, a bit of red colors his cheek “what?” You giggle, it’s amazing how such a man can get embarrassed so easily
“You moved me around” You repeat and by the look of his face, you can tell he is trying to think of a cocky way to answer you “I’m not complaining, I liked it. Just letting you know”
You lay down and Ni-ki does the same, it’s only when he wraps his arms around you and the light turns off that he finally answers “Is not my fault you are so comfortable and easy to move around”
