#I’m already thankful you provided Nishimura Riki

[maximura]

WAIT. THEY HAVE GREENLIT A DICK GRAYSON AND JASON TODD MOVIE. JASON? MY SILLY STABBY MAN? IN A MOVIE THAT MIGHT GET RELEASED? I AM EXCITED BUT ALSO. I’m feeling nervous about this, pookie.

[chaewandz]

DUOLINGO DATE : NRK

synopsis: niki catches u practicing japanese on duolingo just for him while he’s asleep

wc: 777 words

pairing: nishimura riki x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: niki teases, y/n throws a pillow, cliché, very cringey I must admit

“translate: a vegetable”

you quickly typed “やさい” into your keyboard, earning a little ding meaning you were correct.

moving onto the next question you were determined to finish the lesson under 30 seconds, even though your speed did not matter in the slightest.

“translate: どうもありがとう!”

“this is way too easy.” you whispered, swiftly typing “thank you very much!” into the space provided. duo blinked at you, then cheered.

“どうもありがとう duo!” you said, giggling as you prepared to answer the next question.

“translate: 先生, おはようございます”

as you were typing the correct english translation, a voice suddenly interrupted.

“what the actual fuck are you doing.”

you jumped, dropping your phone onto the floor and holding your chest, gasping for breath.

“YOU WERE MEANT TO BE SLEEPING!” you declared to your boyfriend as if he was somehow in the wrong for waking up to your extremely loud duolingo practice.

niki laughed and shook his head.

“HELLO why are you learning Japanese from a BIRD when you have me?” he asked, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, now propped up on his elbows.

“because! you were ASLEEP!” you were determined to blame him but only so you could mask your embarrassment.

niki just rolled his eyes, muttering something in japanese that you tried your absolute hardest to understand. but that was merely impossible considering you were still on level one of “greetings” according to Duo’s lesson plan.

“what was that?” you asked accusingly.

“did you not understand? i thought you were a japanese master…” he teased, a smug look on his face.

you just threw a pillow at him in return. this brought about the most dramatic gasp that you had ever heard from niki, which was not easy to beat considering he did this all the time.

you watched as he contemplated picking up the nearest pillow and chucking it at your head in the name of revenge, but paused and composed himself.

“y/n, why are you learning japanese? especially while I’m asleep?” there was a slight smirk on his lips that let you know that he already knew the answers to his own questions, he just wanted to tease you.

“you know, I know, we all know- let’s move on haha go back to sleep goodnightnikisweetdreams!” you rambled, quickly diving under the covers, hiding your face and turning your body away from him.

this didn’t really do anything. you were only met with loud shuffling and breaths until your boyfriend was now laying next to you, also underneath the covers.

“this is nice.” he whispered sarcastically, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the duvet above him.

“now what do you want.” you turned your body now to face him, only to be met with the same mischievous smirk as before.

“tell me why you were learning japanese as a secret.”

“no.”

“yes!”

“no?”

“YES???”

“FINE. fine fine fine fine you win- alright- whatever- yes I was learning japanese because I wanted to surprise you and your family to make them feel more comfortable at dinner tomorrow and to make you happy.” you whispered the last part, letting out a deep sigh. “can we go to sleep now?”

even in the dark underneath your blankets, you could still pick out the rose colored tint that dusted niki’s cheeks, paired with an equally as flustered grin.

“thank you.” was all he could manage to say without getting too lovey-dovey. slowly, you began to smile back, finding his reaction to be quite sweet, a complete contrast to his sass from moments prior.

niki then grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him so that your head was now resting against his chest with your arms around his waist.

you breathed in his warmth, eyes peacefully closing.

“do you want to stay under the covers because I’m starting to sweat…” he whispered, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence. you just laughed, jokingly rolling your eyes. your laugh instantly made him chuckle as well, chin rested on the top of your head.

“yeah I’m overheating as well.” you slowly released your hands from around his waist and shoved the blanket away, the cool air of your apartment rushing in.

“better?” you asked, fanning his face.

“much.” he grabbed your wrists again and put your arms back to the way they were, wrapped around his waist.

“goodnight riki.” you whispered, titling your head up to lightly press a kiss to his chin.

“goodnight, sneaky japanese prodigy.” he whispered back, smiling as he kissed the top of your head.

and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the same way you did each night. and as always, you wished that you could stay this way forever.

a/n: 🫠😅💃🏼🩰😚😊☺️😳 guys I wrote this like last summer bc I was trying to beat my gf in our friends quest on duolingo LOLLLL yes freja this is inspired by u. Guys also I gave up learning Japanese on duolingo bc it made absolutely no sense ??? n e ways

[yeonjunszn]

𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 — 𝟑𝟓

pairing: nishimura riki x f!reader

summary: as the captains of the girls and boys dance teams respectively, you and nishimura riki have a mutual hatred for one another. to you, he’s cocky and self centered. to him, you’re constantly stealing his spotlight without hesitation. but when a rumor goes around that you did some… questionable things… with the captain of the lacrosse team, riki finds that maybe— just maybe— he doesn’t hate you that much after all.

⇦ thirty four. | epilogue. ⇨

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— tomorrows the day 🙁 i hope this reached ur expectations

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯����: 𝐢’𝐦 ��𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝟐.𝟏𝐤)

your day started at six in the morning and you had been freaking out internally ever since.

the first issue of the day was chaeryeong and seeun both forgetting their poms at home. luckily, there was an extra pair in the studio closet and isa had brought a spare in case something like that happened. bless her heart.

the second was yuna, your vice captain of all people, was late, despite responding to your tweet like she wasn’t. huening kai from the boys team also happened to be running late and volunteered to pick her up, so that eventually worked out.

but the third and final issue was the one that had been nagging at your mind the entire day. you were going to talk to riki. (read: force him to listen to your feelings without interrupting.)

during warm ups in the studio before you boarded the bus to head to the competition venue, you went over what you were going to say at least a dozen times in your head. the whole bus ride, headphones in and everything, you couldn’t focus on anything else except how the conversation would play out. when you were given the floor to map out formations, you were thinking of what he’d say as you told ryujin and yeji where they should be by the end of hip hop.

it was a constant cycle of being both distracted by the situation and simultaneously staying concentrated on the fact that today was a big day for you and your team. there was a lot riding on you, your dancing abilities, and your leadership skills with university scouts being present.

like all performances went for you, you were nervous all the way up until you were on deck to dance. then it was smooth sailing until the next routine. by the time you performed all four, you felt extremely proud of yourself and the girls. you were completely satisfied with what you left on the floor for the scouts and the judges and didn’t have a single doubt that your team killed it in every category.

you had already finished your day when lunch rolled around, but the boys still had a couple routines left for the second half of the competition. you and your friends met up to eat together, sitting at a table with the sandwiches provided to all the competitors by the hosting dance company.

“so how do y’all feel? good?” heeseung asks, popping a potato chip into his mouth.

“better than that. i feel so content with what we did today, hee, you have no idea,” you smile, reaching across the table to take one of beomgyu’s chips (his were different from yours). “now it’s just a matter of getting my shit together for after the awards.”

“honestly, n/n, today has been such a good day, you shouldn’t be stressing about that anymore. just go with the flow. it doesn’t have to be a perfect speech, you know.” yuna says as she rests her head on your shoulder, also snatching one of gyu’s chips. he deadpans.

“what the fuck? is it ‘steal beomgyu’s food’ day or something? you’re already done assholes, i still have two routines so i need the energy.” the brunette flicks you both on the forehead. you snicker, biting into your sandwich before offering him some since he scarfed down all of his own.

“you big baby, here, you can have mine,” yeonjun rolls his eyes, shoving his bag in beomgyu’s direction. “anyways, i agree with yuna. just speak from the heart or whatever.”

“very helpful, thank you, jun.”

“while i’m usually one for thought out plans and shit, and i did help you figure out what to say, those bozos are right. you should say everything you feel without sounding like you’re reading from a script. it’ll be more sentimental that way.” soobin adds, chewing on his sandwich cheerfully. it was extremely rare when he conceded with dumb and dumber so you figured they had solid advice for once.

you hum, swallowing down the last piece of your sandwich as you dust off your hands and stand from the table. “i’m gonna go buy some patches and a shirt,” you turn to yuna. “i’ll meet y’all in the spectator stands later.”

“so for clarification purposes, you and yeonjun do your aerials, we hold a four count break and then go right?” jake asks, laying on the floor of the room that the boys’ dance team was using as their changing room. sunoo sighs, his eyes glancing at riki who was going over their next routine for the third time.

“are you gonna answer him? this is like the seventh time he’s asked.”

“not true. i only asked twice. i just want to be sure so i don’t go early and fuck it up for us.”

riki pauses the music, running a hand through his hair. “yes jake. you hold a four count break. i’ll be back, i’m gonna go to the restroom.”

the ravenette leaves the room for a bit of relief from the stampede of questions he’s been asked since they got to the school for call time this morning. as much as he was appreciative of his reinstatement, he felt a little overwhelmed. he knew his team really needed him to be a part of it, but he didn’t realize just how badly. he wonders how heeseung held onto his sanity these past couple of weeks.

riki walks into the boys’ bathroom, pacing back and forth to calm himself down a bit. in any other case, he’d run his hands under the water and wet his face, but with his performance makeup on, he couldn’t. curse the judges for always being so high up. the door swings open and he pauses, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees that it’s jungwon.

“hey, you good?” he asks, his brows furrowed slightly.

“yeah, i think so. i’m just all over the place.” riki chuckles, though he doesn’t really find anything funny.

“is this about the routines or something else?” the older boy leans against the sink in front of him.

“both, i guess. but it’s whatever. i’m not gonna worry about that today. i need to be in the present.”

jungwon purses his lips. “okay, i won’t bring it up again. i had to check what kind of headspace you were in, y’know? i wanted to make sure you weren’t shutting down yet.”

“not yet.”

you sit with the rest of the girls’ team for the remainder of the performances in the competitor spectating area. the competition was co-ed so it was divided into categories and genders. the morning and half of the afternoon was for the girls, while the second half and the evening was for the boys. it was a plus that you got to support your friends on the boys’ team.

(you also got to see riki in his element, and god was it thrilling.)

it was around eight at night when the entire thing finished and all the teams were dismissed to get ready for awards. while most people usually wore matching shirts ordered online, it was a belift tradition to dress formally, a black and white theme enforced to keep both teams looking cohesive. even the directors, coach lee and coach kim, followed the dress code.

yuna looked so stunning in her white dress, the hem longer on one side than the other, and red heels. she looked so put together, even though she was far from it. you gasp, pretending to faint. “yun, you look so good!”

“me?! look at you! there’s no way your conversation with riki isn’t going well.” she smiles, poking your side.

you smooth out your dress, giving her a thumbs up and a wide grin to hide how truly anxious you were the closer it got to going through with your plan. you couldn’t lie, you did feel like a million bucks though, the short black satin dress was practically made for you.

you walk around the room to see if any of the other girls needed help with anything until it was time to head back to the main area. jayun had you put a safety pin on a section of her skirt and sieun asked if you had an extra bobby pin, but nothing life threatening. (you’re positive you were using these little hiccups as distractions.)

coach lee comes in to get you when it’s time for awards, the team clumping together with linked arms. you meet in the middle with coach kim and the boys before finally making your way over there. heeseung, clad in a white dress shirt and slacks, peers over at you, sending you a wave and a reassuring smile to ease your nerves. ‘we got this. you got this.’ he mouths.

the directors seat you in order and you wait for the emcee to start announcing who won what. when they finally do, you drown out everything, your eyes having landed on the object of your affections. riki was wearing almost the exact same thing as heeseung, except he also had a black jacket on too. you could vaguely hear the sound of your team cheering every time the emcee said you won a category. the boys’ team’s hollering when they learned they won all of their categories too was like tv static in your ears.

the award ceremony went by in a flash, your mind hardly comprehending it at all. while everyone was packing up, both teams ‘nominated’ you and riki to receive your trophies and banners. (really this was just their plan to finally get the two of you alone.)

as you’re walking back to your changing rooms, pulling along your respective carts, you decide to just break the seal and get it over with. “congratulations.”

riki halts, turning to you as if he wasn’t sure you spoke at all. you also stop, cocking your head to the side. he nods. “congratulations to you, too. you deserve it.”

you feel your heartbeat accelerate, your palms beginning to sweat like they usually did when you got nervous. you swallow thickly. “riki—“

“i gotta get back to the room—” you cut him off this time.

“no. stop that. you never let me speak and just this once, i really need you to let me speak.” you shut your eyes, your head falling back in distress. he closes his mouth, keeping his feet planted to the ground.

“okay.”

“you made a point, last friday, when you said i never gave you the chance to explain yourself, that i just assumed the worst in you. you were right. and it pains me that you were, because i was so in love with you, why didn’t i give you the benefit of the doubt? especially when you’d done nothing previously to convince me i should do otherwise. i think i was scared that there was a possibility of rejection,” you take a deep breath. inhale. exhale. “there was a part of me that felt, even if me and you were perfect for each other, i wasn’t enough. you confessed all these big dreams you had, going pro, becoming the best dancer in all of korea— the world— and in the grand scheme of things, i seemed so insignificant in comparison. when i told you ‘you’d never be good enough to go pro’ of course i didn’t mean it. how could i? you’re nishimura riki. you’re the most talented dancer i’ve ever met and if anyone i know is going to be a professional, it’s you. i was insecure and i projected all of that onto you after the fact. i gave up.”

you pause, staring down the hallway when you feel his heavy gaze set on you. you nip the inside of your lip before continuing.

“i was insecure—“ you ignore the urge to cry, facing him directly. “i was insecure, but i’m secure now. i’m sure of myself. i’m sure of you and i’m sure of me. i’m sure of us. riki, we keep disappearing and reappearing in each other’s lives, but this time, i don’t want to leave. i want to stay right here. i’m here, fighting for you, fighting for whatever this could be, because i’m secure now, and because i’m not giving up easily ever again. i’m sure of my love for you.”

his lips are parted slightly, his eyes wide and brimming with tears. he releases the cart handle, taking one step towards you. then another. and another, until he’s standing in front of you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. his thumb wipes away a stray tear before he leans in, pressing his lips to your own softly. you relax in his hold, reciprocating the action with all of the emotion you can offer. he pulls away gently, resting his forehead on yours.

it looks like a scene from a movie, the halls empty and devoid of anyone else. it’s just the two of you in your own little world, two hearts beating as one. his next words were like they were ripped straight from a book.

“y/n, i want to stay right here, too.”

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[heejojo]

Love Isn't Beautiful But With You It Was

✰ summary: y/n and niki's journey from being enemies to friends to much more than that.

✰ pairing: Niki x fem!reader (and a Jay apperance)

✰ genre: fluff, angst, enemies to childhood friends to lovers

✰ warning: a few sad scenes but I'm not sure they'll be too bad! death

✰ word count: 1.8k (the most so far tbh)

a/n: this is my first fanfic so please leave comments about what should be improved. if you have any requests feel free to leave them! it's past 12am now and I need to sleep but I hope you have a nice day!

prompt gotten from @moonlight-chi77 thank you!

“Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was”

Life disappears in the blink of an eye, but the memories created and the human connection formed does not. The memories created are embedded in our hearts and follow us through different paths of life. Whether those memories are good or bad, they become something we reflect on in later moments.

Nishimura Riki couldn’t exactly remember the first time he met you but all he knew was that he had never hit off with someone the way he did with you.

September 2012

Although Niki couldn't pinpoint the exact date you guys started talking, he knew it was in September of 2012. He knew at first he disliked you and wanted nothing to do with you because you had stolen his spot on the swings.

“That's my spot, I told Jay I was going to stay here forever,” he said while his friend who was behind him nodded enthusiastically, backing him up.

“Your name is not on it and you didn’t buy it so why should I leave?” you asked him without coming down because you got there fair and square.

“I called dibs on it,” he said while puffing out his chest.

“Dibs are for babies,” you say while continuing to swing. “I’m not a baby,” he retorts.

“If you say so, then why are you wearing a Talking Tom T-Shirt?” you ask and his face begins to turn red. “It's cool, isn't it Jay?” he nudges his friend asking him for support. “Cool man, girls just suck” Jay responds and they both leave. “At least I dress myself!” you yell at their retreating figures

After that day, Niki made it his mission to disturb you every day and never wore his Talking Tom shirt again after that day.

August 2016

“Niki!!” you screamed as you felt another water balloon hit your leg. At this point, your entire body was soaked. The young boy continued to laugh and run as you chased him. You were beginning to regret spending your summer break with him when you could be watching TV instead. Eventually, you give up chasing the blond-haired boy and go into the house to dry off. Thirty minutes later, Niki comes in with a bottle of orange juice as a form of apology. You snatch it without further thought and drink it. Looking up at him after you finish drinking it, you both burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re lucky I love food,” you say. Maybe spending the summer with him wouldn't be so bad.

December 2018

Your crush on Niki was painfully obvious to everyone but him. Your friends teased you, his friends teased you yet when you were together you denied it with so much vigour. Niki had liked you for a few months now. Everyone was enjoying the slow burn that was going on between the two of you; the soft glances across the room, the way you always looked for each other among crowds, the way he knew where your secret birthmark was even though your close friends didn’t.

It was the way you complimented each other that made everyone cringe and aw at the same time. The jacket you got him for his birthday was his most prized piece of clothing and the only person he let touch it was his mum. This year though, you gathered enough courage and told him how he meant to you and how you were content with being just friends even if it hurt a little. But you weren’t expecting Niki to say he felt the same way, even more so. Your friends heaved a sigh of relief and choruses of ‘Finally’ were echoed.

It felt good being with someone.

January 2019

Everyone argued with people they loved right? Your parents did, the old lady that sells fruit and her boyfriend did so you and Niki weren’t an exception. After being childhood friends for so long you’d think you could trust each other enough to talk about the things that bothered you but he refused to, claiming that he didn’t want you to see him in a different light and how it would hurt his pride. You would tell him that no one knew him more and cared about him the way you did. At times, you’d let it go not wanting to push him but that day you couldn’t take it.

“We need to talk. Why have you been avoiding me these past few days?” you asked him.

“I’ve just been busy” he replied.

“No, you’ve been avoiding me. I know you well enough to know when you're hiding something” you said.

He wouldn't budge, he never did especially when you cornered him like this. He started to get irritated and said, “I said I’ve been busy so forgive me if I can’t give you attention all the time. Not all of us are as clingy as you” You winced; it was your fault for pushing him to the edge like that. Nevertheless, you wouldn't give up. “ I just want you to say how you feel and what bothers you. I’d never look at you in a different light and you know that. You might want to be strong but it’s okay to show some sort of emotion, it doesn’t make you weak rather it makes you look like someone that acknowledges what is wrong and doesn’t try to ignore the problem or solve it on their own” you comforted him. As the words entered his ears, you could see the walls surrounding his heart crumbling. “It’s okay to ask for help or just to rant to someone. Even if we won’t be able to provide an immediate solution, it should help” you added taking a few steps forward and grabbing a hold of his hands. You squeezed them tightly.

“I...I’m just scared you’ll leave once you see the not so perfect side of me” he managed to say. “I will stay with you, why don’t we make the best of everything without worrying about the future?” you asked while smiling. He returned it and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you, truly,” he said and you smiled under his embrace.

After a few minutes you spoke up, “Oh yeah, Niki?” you called his attention and he hummed in response. “Don’t ever shout at me like that again, I can deck you and you know it” you said.

“Got it, boss. Sorry for being a jerk”

June 2020

You usually went on diets and exercised a lot but you were losing weight at an extreme rate and you weren’t even on a diet. Niki was worried but you brushed it off telling him it was stress from school but it got worse. You found it difficult for you to balance yourself, you felt nauseated, getting even more frequent headaches and being tired all the time so Niki decided that enough was enough and took you to the hospital. Neither of you had expected the result of the scans that were run.

“I’m sorry but there is a tumour in your brain,” the doctor said. The air left your lungs. “You can choose to get the surgery and live in the hospital for 8 months or live with the tumour for 3 months” he continued. You thanked him and left the hospital. The elephant in the room was very much alive and neither one of you wanted to address it. Did you want to stay in the hospital for the rest of your life or did you want to say with your loved ones? You thought that they would go through and that won’t be worth it.

“Niki” you called out.

He looked at you with a sad smile and just pulled you in for a hug, careful not to hurt you. “Do you want to tell your parents?” You nodded. You couldn’t just leave without saying anything. Picking your jacket, Niki drove you to your parents house.

“I just wanted you guys to know, I couldn’t just leave without saying anything,” you said with your eyes cast downwards. You couldn’t bear to look at your mom who was already crying or your dad who was blaming himself even when it wasn’t his fault or your sister who was basically your best friend. Niki had given you guys privacy but you knew it was just an excuse for him to be with his own feelings.

“I’m going to stay close to home in the meantime so I can be closer to you guys,” you said. Your eyes were already becoming glossy with tears. You inched towards your mom, taking her hand in yours and said, “You did an amazing job of being my mom and I love you so much”. Moving to your dad, you said “You did a good job of protecting me so don’t think otherwise. Let’s make all the memories we want to now without any regrets”. At that, your sister burst into tears “I… I can’t bear to lose you” Your heart clenched. “I can’t bear to lose you too” She continued crying. Your mom wiped her eyes and said, “From today, live the way you want to. Eat what you want and do what you want.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Niki staring watching the whole scene. After an hour, I stood up and went home with Niki. The car ride was a long and awkward one. When we got home, we just slept hugging each other.

Starting tomorrow I was going to live.

July 2020

The pain is getting worse but the smiles on my family and friends faces are enough to keep me going. I wrote letters and got gifts for them. Niki looks at the calendar every day, I can’t tell him to stop because I can tell he’s hurting so much. Why can’t I just be okay for everyone?

August 2020

The time comes faster, Niki and I went on a getaway for a few days. He deserved a break from everything that has been going on.

September 2020

I never thought I'd die as silly as that sounds. I asked my parents and sister to leave when I got to the hospital. Niki refused to leave and stayed there till I took in my last breath. He kept crying begging me not to go and how he’d do anything.

“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked between sniffles

“No it doesn’t, it just feels like a needle” it hurt like a truck.

“Liar”

I chuckled and held his hand till I couldn’t anymore. “I love you’’ I say as the lights fade.

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗

Dear Nishimura Riki,

When you see this, it means I’m already gone. First of all, don’t beat yourself up too much. I could write for ages about how much I love you but now that I need to, my mind goes blank. You’ve done so well for putting up with me, hats off to you. You might not want to but move on, even though id like you to remember me; let your heart heal and be happy.

Take care of yourself and don’t skip any meals. Eat well and be happy, make sure you visit the places we never got to visit and enjoy yourself. Live life the way you want it every day. Be nice to people and smile more.

Thank you for all the happy memories, my love, I’ll be forever grateful for you. You made my life colourful and worth living.

Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was.

Yours truly,

Y/N.