#mandukkul

[mandukkul]

“We need to talk” — ot7

synopsis: texting your boyfriend “we need to talk”

tags: ot7 x f!reader (separate), fluff, crack, established relationship

warnings: spelling and grammar errors, not proofread, swearing, kms jokes scattered around, one sex joke in sunghoon

reblogs + comments appreciated

authors note: IVE SAVED THIS UP FOR AWHILE, JUST FINISHED MY EXAMS!! YIPPIE, #enjoy

희승  |  heeseung

rest under cut

제이  |  jay

데잌크  |  jake 

성훈  | sunghoon

선우  |  sunoo

정윈  |  jungwon

니키  |  ni-ki

[mandukkul]

rapunzel is so me; delusional and creates art out of delusion

also i got like one moot because i’m antisocial and bad at convo starters 🤩

i made a barbie quiz !!!

if you love barbie, are excited for the new movie, are a fan of the original barbie films, or just like aesthetic quizzes, this is for you !!!!!

[luviestarz]

nishimura riki fic recs!

✷ jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader - @delcakoo (how is niki supposed to focus on biology when his shy tutor is so irresistible and fun to tease?)

✷ take (me) out - @jennaissantes (eating from each others plates)

✷ CUPID’S CORNER — nishimura riki - @amakumos (because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.)

✷ NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS... - @tyunni

✷ NERVOUS : NISHIMURA RIKI - @str0l0gy (IN WHICH you make riki nervous.)

✷ THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS NISHIMURA RIKI DOES - @enhyqenn

✷ JOAH (I LIKE YOU) - NI-KI SMAU - @jayujus (in where fashion student and model, jo y/n, has been openly crushing on dance student, riki nishimura for god knows how long. that is until one day, she crushes on someone else and riki goes feral.)

✷ ( 尤も ) NATURAL — riki nishimura ᯽ - @latriii (It was natural to call you pretty, it was natural to approach you, it was natural to confess to you, and it was natural to like you. Sadly for Nishimura Riki, his liking for you was meant from afar. Riki had seen you at the volleyball court during the first day of hybe sport summer camp, since then— he developed a huge crush on you, word spread that a huge amount of people have.)

✷ [ NISHI RIKI AS YOUR HS TROUBLE MAKER BF — 🩹 !! ] - @invvuu

✷ ｡⋅✴︎｡⚬⋅ WHAT ARE WE? - @goldenhypen (the way you and riki act as best friends has everyone questioning what you two really are.)

✷ bad game (aim) - nishimura riki - @saursoob

✷ three strikes - nishimura riki x fem! reader - @boydepartment

✷ READ YOUR CONTACT— ni-ki - @mandukkul (riki gets a bit confused end ends up texting his talented gf)

✷ “kissing, I hope they caught us” ┈ ❊ ﹒ 🌪️ - @chlorinecake

✷ and you?  - @palajae (niki x tutor!reader)

✷ team captain - @jongseongsnudes (badboy!niki, bf!nishimura)

✷ ୨୧ KISS IT BETTER — n. riki - @bywons (badboy nishimura riki x f!reader)

✷ i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby ( like you. ) - @leaderwonim (nishimura riki was infamous for being handsome and also quite the character. he’d purposely throw papers everywhere, bump into people without a care, and ditch class like it was nothing. you were the complete opposite, but deep down, nishimura riki knew you were just like him)

✷ DUOLINGO DATE : NRK - @chaewandz (niki catches u practicing japanese on duolingo just for him while he’s asleep)

✷ plushies and pouts ☆ riki nishimura - @star-sim (that one time that riki punched your plushie and you got mad at him.)

✷ TEXT ME BACK! - @hoony2k (it's the middle of the night, the phone keeps buzzing, you've been trying to fall asleep, there's a knock on your window...wait what?)

[rikivrs]

enha fic recs !

if any of the authors of the fics below would like for me to take theirs down, please let me know !!

ot7 / multi !

forbidden attraction - hyung line, nsfw !! — by @jungqkook

ot7 reaction to u having an unusual pet (smau) — by @loljaeyunz

random acts ot7 love — by @hoonvrs

songs that remind me of my exes - ot7 (smau) — by @won4ver

no nut november - hyung line (smau) — by @jayflrt

14 questions with enha ot7 — by @jayflrt

enha ot7 as monopoly players — by @jayflrt

heeseung !

a stoner’s guide to starbucks (smau) — by @jayflrt

rent a boyfriend (smau) — by @jayujus

jongseong !

cheerleader — by @jiheon

bf jay texts (smau)

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see (smau) — by @boigyu

heartbreaks and sad songs (smau) — by @jaylver

yours forever in 786 (smau) — by @jayflrt

20th century girl (smau) — by @hoonvrs

jaeyun !

hello kitty meets batman (not clickbait!) — by @star-sim

AFTERHOURS (smau) — by @heesbaby

fake it till you make it (smau) — by @lololololchips

starboy — by @neos127

sunghoon !

taxes and laundry — by @sjyluv

kiki the cat — by @jiheon

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see (smau) — by @boigyu

fuck christmas! (smau) — by @jayflrt

i would give up heaven if i had to — by @bokkura

reunited — by @jayflrt

bloodlust — by @jayflrt

against the world — by @jayflrt

sunoo !

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see (smau) — by @boigyu

jungwon !

ghost roomies (smau) — by @blisym

ghost roomies pt 2 (smau) — by @blisym

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see (smau) — by @boigyu

riki !

pika pika (smau) — by @sincerelyrki

who the hell is ni-ki ? (smau) — by @nwjws

my very first love (smau) — by @envirae

texts w bf!riki (smau) — by @mandukkul

[feifei-nor]

|| ENHYPEN ||

Scenarios / headcannons:

Being called a pet name for the first time - @byhees

Enhypen using cheesy pick-up lines on you - @equalheart

When you hug them at random moments - @byhees

Being jump-hugged - @okwonyo // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Enhypen and things their s/o does to annoy them - @nar-nia // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Trends:

When you post them to a tiktok trend - @okwonyo // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Lipstick stain trend - @ohsjy

Calling them ‘bro’ trend - @byhees

Anything about kisses:

Neck kisses with Enhypen - @goldenhypen

Interrupting them with a kiss - @goldenhypen

Refusing their kisses - @goldenhypen

Kissing their cheek when they’re mad - @eihoons

Being pulled by the collar for a kiss - @okwonyo // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Snap/Instagram/texts:

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”;maknae line - @idubiluv

In the same room - @mandukkul

Bf! Enhypen texts - @nhularin // ☆ ☆ ☆

Enhypen boyfriend texts - @seongclb // ☆ ☆ ☆

Asking them to marry you over the phone (unironically) - @harufluff // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Enha forgetting you in the mall - @hoonvrs // ☆ ☆ ☆

Crush on you - @goldenhypen // ☆ ☆ ☆

Pranks:

“Hide! My boyfriend’s here” - @kairoot

“Hide! My boyfriend’s here” - @atrirose

Break up prank - @fullsunstrawberry // ☆ ☆ ☆

Idol x idol:

Music bank host; hyung line - @diorctrl

What girlgroup their s/o would be in; hyung line - @diorctrl

What girlgroup their s/o would be in; maknae line - @diorctrl

Enhypen reacting to your debut trailer - @leaderwon

Enhypen texts before your debut; part 2 - @leaderwon

Enhypen reacting to your inkigayo stage; part 3 - @leaderwon

They see your ending fairy - @forwons // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

What group their s/o would be in - @boyfiejay // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

When their s/o has a wardrobe malfunction - @boyfiejay // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

When Enhypen are collating with their crush - @eumppattv // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Oops, iv’e fallen in love - @eumppattv // enhypen falling in love with you during hybe game caterers // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

We dating FR? - @hoony2k // How could they react around idol!you when no one knows about the relationship. // ☆ ☆ ☆

Airport buddies - @filmofhybe // ☆ ☆ ☆

Enha boys + variety shows - @neos127 // headcanons in which your group along with enhypen are on a variety show together and fans seem to notice the connection between you and one specific member… // ☆ ☆ ☆

Idol:

You as their ‘bite me’ partner - @byhees

Enhypen and their partners privileges - @hoonvrs // ☆ ☆ ☆

Reacting to bf! Enhypen in baby shark; hyung line - @w0nslvr // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Reacting to bf! Enhypen in baby shark; maknae line - @w0nslvr // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

YouTuber:

“Is your girlfriend single?”; hyung line - @star-sim // when your youtuber boyfriend finally shows you for the first time to his audience. // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

“Is your girlfriend single?”; maknae line - @star-sim // when your youtuber boyfriend finally shows you for the first time to his audience. // ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

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[sugarikiz]

kiss and make up

genre - fluff and a bit of angst at the start pairing - non idol! nishimura riki x reader tw - crying , kissing, reader is referred to as a girl, hurt (?), comfort reader is Said to be shorter than Niki! Lemme know if there’s more! (photos not mine!)

“Nishimura Riki! Why weren’t you picking up my calls? I got so worried about you! Which other girl were you with, huh?”, you said, annoyed and mad.

“Yn, baby, my phone was on silent, so I didn’t hear it ringing! I was getting a coffee and some stuff for you from that cafe that we both love, and after class ended, I never put my phone off silent, that’s it! And no, there is no other girl except you, do you really not trust me at all?!”

you went silent. Your overthinking and insecurities made you feel this way but there was no way you could tell him about those now, of all times. So you just kept silent, trying to blink away the tears of regret forming in your eyes.

Riki, noticing this, engulfs you in his embrace, his cologne’s scent enveloping you, letting you cry into his favourite hoodie. He pats your back as you sob into the crook of his hoodie, the height difference letting him weave his hand through your hair, soothing you as best as he could, but he didn’t know that his presence alone would have been enough for you to feel better. “Shhhh, it’s okay baby, I’m right here, you’re my one and only and the only girl in my life that I’ll love the way I do…” he whispers, his voice slowly calming you down.

He pulls out of the hug, wiping your tear stained cheeks with his thumb, softly tracing them. You look into each others eyes with a sparkle in them, showing how much he loves you and how much you love him as well.

He leans in, his lips interlocking with yours, lips moving against each other with a sort of passion that had you craving for more. You place your hand on his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body. You pull away, breathless, before going in again…

it was definitely safe to say that you were both the most down bad lovers the universe had ever seen, and it seems like it was always meant to be that way…

Tags: @ad0rechu

@mandukkul

@mangocustard16

@nikiswifereal27

@nishions

@hcaeh

 @copyhanni

@rk1stars

@stariikis

@stariekis

@yejisuu

@jungkit

@deluluriddhi

@angel1kisses

@rikizm

@yenqa

@wonryllis

@sincerelyrki

 @leaneverleaves2

@deckiss

@kirxyz

@helpmewts

@ningningiloveumarryme

@leaderwonim

@thatfeelinwhenyou

@kissvrses

@bywons

@wonies-princess

@aerichaex

@cornenhapovs

@okwonyos

@saursoob

@blackpinkfanyall

@strawberrynull

@jlheon

[yeonmuse]

BAES ENHA RECCS

Fear of love (Jungwon) @i01sung

Members during NNN (hyung line) @heeliopheelia

Rivals text/media series (Jungwon) @juyeoz

Members reaction to sitting in their lap @flwrstqr

Them as you situationship texts @lattehoons

Reader being downbad for them @lattehoons

Them after your first kiss @heejamas

Idol Jungwon (angst) @hugz4hoon

Knockout hearts @shypen

Members stealing your first kiss @strawwiibernyy

Them responding to “we need to talk” @mandukkul

Spiderman jay @jungqkook

Them Checking out the reader @neo127

Them pulling you on their lap @flwrstqr

( Still adding links )

[mywons]

thank all of you so much for 200 followers i cannot express how happy this account has made me.

i met some of my now closest friends ( @sngvhs @csmicvrse ) and just favorite people to talk to ( @tofuhoon @mandukkul @en-dreamin ) and one of my absolute best friends ( @porcelainbouqet ) helped me a lot with managing this blog.

i’m so grateful to all of u ilyilyilyily

[sugarikiz]

this is so damn true! I didn’t Stan riize enough to know all the members, and I didn’t even know about all this until recently cuz I never looked into them like that, but this is so horrible!

10 long months of trying to get him back and then it took 2 days for them to kick him out again just isn’t fair, to both fans and the members (including seunghan)

I’m really mad at sm rn, and how they can make such giant mistakes.

tagging : @ririsreverie @cupidriki @miujangs

@zhounauts @mandukkul

Boycott SM

I hope this reaches the right audience, and that bigger creators write something about this to spread and help, even if you're not a Riize fan, please help us.

I want to say something about all this Seunghan's situation. To all the people who say "If you boycott the other 6 members you're not a true briize"

We're not fighting only for seunghan.

We're fighting for ourselves,  because KPOP companys want so badly to have an impact outside of Asia but don't do anything when the international fans ask for something. It took us 10 months to get seunghan back but 2 days for Asian fans to kick him out.

We're fighting for the other 6 members who were so happy to have their friend back in the group and their happiness has been taken away from them.

We're fighting for the other idols as well, Seunghan was wrongly bullied for having a girlfriend and smoking, basically for being human, and SM did nothing to protect him. And now that he left I can't help but wonder, how are other idols feeling now? Are they scared that they might be the next ones this happens to? Knowing that if they get caught even hanging out with someone of the opposite sex might end the career they've been working on for YEARS.

And we're doing this for all the people who suffer from bullying. SM left those funeral wreaths outside their building for idols to see, isn't that wrong? They should have done something. This situation is critical, SM basically proved that by bullying those people can obtain whatever they want, they're giving an example that encourages bullying, which is clearly wrong.

It's time for international fans to raise their voice. SM has been called out for this behaviour for YEARS and yet they've done nothing. I am tired of this agency, I'm not supporting any of its groups till they start protecting their artists.

PLS repost or make your own post, I don't care if you're a small or big creator, your help is needed, even if you're not a fan, please understand our situation and help us. We're trying to make a difference in that industry.

[mandukkul]

My sister: i cannot give you good criticism on your writing because my writing is not on the same level as yours

Me: this is fanfiction

[sugarikiz]

ɪ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ (ᴀᴍ)ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ

in which you find yourself not wanting to bother riki with the fact that you’re really stressed out about your upcoming finals but he figures out how bad your anxiety is once he finds you on your desk, silently crying with your head in your textbook the day before the first exam…

[Contains Comfort and established relationships, pda as well]

WARNING mention of toxic relationships and mean exes

• release date ~ 24/04/2024 in my country

• FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFFFFFFF

• idol bf!riki x reader

• oneshot

• now playing : I ain’t worried, by OneRepublic

•! reblogs, likes and comments are really appreciated! they make me happy <333

tags: @mandukkul @copyhanni @nikiswifereal27 @stariikis @ad0rechuu @copyhanni @jungkit @rk1stars @rikihqq @wonryllis

ENJOY READING THIS AND PLS LIKE REBLOG AND COMMENT!

NOT PROOF READ PLS DONT MIND ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!!!

You repeatedly tell Riki that you’re okay and that you’re not stressed about your finals but deep inside, you knew you were lying….

It hurt you each time that you had to lie because you knew that if he found out that you were lying, he would get really worried as to why you lied to him. So, you put on as real of a brave face as you could when inside, you felt like sobbing into rikis shirt while he gently holds you, silently comforting you with just his presence, but because of his packed schedule he has as an idol, you didn’t feel like troubling him with such a small problem, little did you know that holding your stress in would lead to you sobbing into your textbook on your desk.

You had never felt so much anxiety before an exam since you were a straight A student your whole life, and had never gotten a grade below a B and that B was only because you caught a viral fever and were barely able to write your test.

You hadn’t gone out of your room all day, let alone eaten something and because today was one of Riki’s few off days, he was at home, but because your door was locked, he tried all ways to get to you without opening you door and invading your study time… calling out to you, messaging you, calling you on the phone, knocking, but no response. He knew you were studying for your exams but he knows that you don’t normally skip meals, especially during finals.

He decides to knock again. He gently calls out your name while knocking on your locked door, only to be met with soft sobbing on the other end of the door. He, as a last resort, grabs the key to your door and slots it into the keyhole. The sight he was met with was a very heartbreaking one. You were sobbing into your science textbook, hugging your knees, your hair covering your entire face. You were still in your pajamas and were looking very pale.

You only noticed he was in the room when he gently collected your hair in his hands and tied your hair into a ponytail with a scrunchie that was on your still unmade bed. You look up at him with bloodshot eyes, which looked like you’d been crying for hours. He pulls you into a soft embrace, so gently, that one would believe that you were made of glass. You cry into his shirt, tears staining it but he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was you.

He pulls out of the hug, and looks at you so lovingly, his own eyes glossy due to the fact that you were crying. “Why didn’t you tell me, y/nnie, I could’ve helped…” he softly says. “Ki, I knew how busy you were and, well, I haven’t told you about this yet, but the reason I was so distant when we first got together was because my ex, he was so toxic and would shout at me if I went to him with my worries, he would get so mad and argue with me so much that by the time I left him, I was scared that all men were like that… but then I met you, and I lost that fear, but I still have a problem telling people about my feelings….” You reply softly towards the end, more tears welling up in your eyes. as if the look in his eyes couldn’t get gentler, they got more glossy as he pulled you into his embrace once more…

“Oh, yn, I didn’t know you went through all that on your own.. But next time, please tell me what’s bothering you and there’s no need to lie at all, I’m always going to be there to help you and listen, okay?” He says into the crook of your neck. “Thank you”, was all you could muster after the hours of crying. He pulls away a bit after a while, and then gently gives you a kiss on your lips, closing the gap on between your lips and his. He lifts his lips away from yours and laces your fingers into his, pulls you up and mumbles something about making instant ramen, which you genuinely needed, because, as mentioned earlier, you hadn’t eaten all day.

As you slurped your ramen up in record speed, Riki watched in adoration… how could you look so pretty even after crying?

You finished your bowl of ramen,and attempted to get up to put your bowl into the sink, but were pulled back into your seat by Riki, who insisted that he puts your bowl in the sink. You gave in, knowing that he was not going to let you go, and sit back down.

You were lucky to have a boyfriend like Riki and you would always be okay, as long as he was there with you…

END!

@ms-no1kpopstan’s not yours. Please do not translate, steal, plagiarise, or repost without my permission… pls send an ask if so, and it must have my credits if so.

[mywons]

which blogs are u closest to on blr ?

@sngvhs | honestly if it weren’t for her idk where i’d be. one of my first and fav moots on here, loml

@mandukkul | we don’t talk as much as i’d like us to because im scared to text first 😨 they’re the same way tho 😨 but shes super funny and sweet ily manny

@tofuhoon | MY WI FE WHAT??? the love of my life. the light of my day. the one i dream about. only by leehi is my thoughts ab her. i grin whenever she texts me. im obsessed with her

@porcelainbouqet | idk this one fr 😓😓 NOO im kidding ive known her for like 3 years, she’s not a writer on here or anything but i’d actually die for her

@csmicvrse | we talk literally EVERYDAY. my ride or die.

@misokei | we aren’t very close but she’s so sweet and we interact often 🤞🏾 that’s my bsf

honorable mentions are my favs @dreamenha @myboyfriendjake @wonfied who i’d love to get closer to

[mywons]

tagging: @wvnkoi @hyhees @sngvhs @porcelainbouqet @mandukkul @yswon !! + who’d like to join 🫶🏾

I found this bingo on tiktok so please feel free to join!

credit — someone i found in tiktok😊

tagging — @misoxhappy @cherrysvng @hyhees @skz-minchan-enthusiast @ikeuz @ikeucakes @stqrwon @sunoo-bby @wonfied @useraerin @jakeyzzz @hiyyihs-aein @he4rtsforjihoon @myboyfriendjake @vizstars @nishik1 @tensh1mo @lualuabestningdungie and anyone who wants to join😊

[mandukkul]

LOVE BETWEEN TWO — n.rk

synopsis: you and riki have different ways of seeing love but, in the end, you'll always know who you'll end up with.

or

moments building up before the first i love you

tags: childhood friends to lovers, non!idollau, neighbour!riki x f! reader, FLUFF!!!, only fluff and comfort :)

warning: proofread but might have some spelling + grammar errors

wordcount: 4.5k

published: 3rd october, 2024

authors note: this oneshot acts as a thankyou for all the followers and love i get!! i’m so sorry for not being more active :( BUT i completed this! and i just want to say THANK YOU FOR 1000!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU WHOLE!!! as much as riki loves you! and as much as we love riki :)

reblogs + comments appreciated

Act 1: loving 

Riki had never understood love – that is, until he met you. He knew he loved many things, like dance, and his family and friends, but if you had asked him if he knew what love meant, he would have buffered like a 2000s-era computer. Of course, Riki knew what love was; he had watched it in K-dramas and had seen it rendered in manga. By their definition, love was hard. Love was hard and difficult and full of miscommunication, but also, love was soft and kind and offered the sweetest touches to one's heart that anyone could ask for.

Love was everything, and nothing, all at the same time.

He then concluded, after the piles of pirated manga and dramas he had accumulated over his 17 years of boyhood, that love was simply you. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand that; he knew if it wasn’t you, then no one was going to fit that definition of love for him. Riki didn’t fully understand love, but he understood you – how he felt about you. You, in all your beautiful glory. Love was your touch, your smile, your laugh. Love was what he looked forward to every day.

You were truly the only exception to his dilemma of love, because with you, love came so easily. Love was just like breathing – it was so effortless when it came to you. Love for you felt like rain kissing his cheeks in humid summers, like snow tickling his nose during winter, like an autumn leaf falling on his head in the fall, like cherry blossoms blooming when spring arrived.

Love for you felt like nature, like it was natural. He was sure he had been born to love you, inside and out. From the moment he had met you at the age of 4, when you were dressed in stained patchwork overalls, obviously from playing in the dirt; your hair tied in uneven pigtails because you had just had to tie them yourself. Your hands clasped some wilted old flowers he had passed while walking Bisco; you had offered them to him as a greeting gift with that cute little grin of yours.

“Hello! Want to be my best friend?”

Four-year-old Riki didn’t know it just yet, though he did have an inkling, but he would be head over heels for the girl in front of him for the rest of his life.

He had stared at the flowers in your hand, weak and slouchy in posture. He looked back up at you and didn’t have the heart to tell you that those flowers were the exact ones Bisco had decided to relieve herself on. So, he took those piss-stained flowers and nodded his head with as much agreement as his little body could give.

At the ripe age of 18, as he watched you from across his window, peering into your room, where you haphazardly flopped onto your bed with exhaustion despite only hanging out in his room all day. He could just tell you had screamed into your bed by the way you flailed around at the edge. He watched you suddenly stop, as if you had run out of battery, flip over to your back, and lay still for a while longer.

He loved you.

You could sense him staring at you, with your strangely acquired Riki-sense. You lifted your head to confirm your theory, and there he was, leaning against the window frame staring into your room. His eyes lay still on the object that was yourself, and he was filled with so much adoration, so much love, so much bliss at even the sight of you.

And yet, you scoffed at his blatant staring, feeling his chocolate-brown eyes peer into your soul like the Ghost Rider from the movies. Of course, he had that stupid love-stricken look, and of course, he was already waiting for you to stare back.

Love for you had meant many things – too many things to quite pinpoint the right meaning. As you grew up, you learnt more about love than loss, and hence, you learnt that love hurts.

Love was like the humidity in summer, where the air was too thick, and the wind stuck to your skin; love was like the dullness of autumn, where the wind was cold and brisk but not enough to complain about – just enough to be irritable; love was like winter, where it got so cold you couldn’t even feel your face anymore, the season of sickness and disease that forced you to remain indoors and watch the sky cry frozen tears; love was like spring, when hay fever was at its worst, staining your cheeks with unintentional tears and a stuffy nose.

Love was hard. Love was difficult. Love was confusing.

You remembered every single time something you had loved got lost. The very first time was when the friendship bracelet Riki had made you when you were 5, decorated with mismatched charms and trinkets, disappeared one day when you went to the park. The nights you had spent crying didn’t outweigh the nights 5-year-old Riki had spent consoling and reassuring you that he’d make another one – a better one. But 5-year-old you knew the sentiment that was put into that very first bracelet, the one made without obligation to be replaced.

You remembered wailing about how it wouldn’t be the same, that Riki would have the very first bracelet, and you’d have a stupid second version because you had been careless. Then, you remembered the sound of beads crashing onto the ground, scattering anywhere and everywhere. You were scared you’d slip and crash despite being a giant compared to a measly bead.

“Now I’ll make two new ones so we’ll both be the same again.”

You couldn’t recall a more romantic and pleasant memory, where Riki had been so genuine and cute, so willing to give up something that was his to meet your happiness.

Five-year-old Riki really had you wrapped around his finger from that day on.

Despite your own volition, your heart bloomed and blistered, so full of him. It beat to the spelling of his name (in Morse code), and you couldn’t help but pull the threatening smile down into the scowl you attempted to display.

Like clockwork, your eyes locked with the same amount of love and willingness that you gave yourself credit for. You crawled towards your window and lifted it open so you could talk to him again as if the past 12 hours hadn’t occurred.

He was waiting for you, gazing like the stars had blessed his presence – graced his very being with the holiness that was you.

You had to force yourself to calm the oh-so-obvious flush of your cheeks, putting it down to hike up to your room as the reason for your sudden flare-up.

“Aren’t you tired of looking at me all day?” you remarked, and he was so quick with his reply, “I could never get tired of looking at you.”

Him and his flirty personality. You didn’t remember where he had gotten it from, or how he had developed it. You’d grown up with him all your life, and that part of his personality was still an anomaly.

You let a scoff out, rolling your eyes and folding your arms, blatantly ignoring the ache in your cheeks that you refused to surrender to his love.

“It’s not like I’ll disappear if you blink, relax,” but Riki had never been more relaxed than when he was looking at you. Not just the plain stares he gave during his maths classes, or at the dinner table, or even when he stared at his home screen that was so obnoxiously filled with you, but the type that showed interest, that showed he was immersed, devoured, totally consumed by whatever had his attention.

He liked to think he had found the perfect balance of clinginess and distance but still unknowingly leaned towards pulling you in.

“Most girls would love it if I stared at them,” he had said.

He was right. Nearly every girl at school would have sold an arm and a leg just for the boy to even look in their direction. If you weren’t you, you would have cherished and felt blessed to even have the Nishimura Riki in your presence.

But you were you, and you had grown up with this annoying brat all your life. Even if he could be sweet and sensitive at times, or when he tried to show you he was more man than boy, he was still Riki: your first friend, your best friend, and your first love.

Besides, someone had to keep his beautiful ass humbled, or else he would have resorted to those once-targeted alpha male Andrew Tate ads.

“To be honest, I find it a bit creepy,” you had snickered to yourself as he pouted at your response.

Those cute lips of his.

You had always known how to bring his rising ego down, one way or another.

With your smart and witty remarks, you anchored him just enough so he didn’t fly away and drift into the realm of egoism.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Fine. I’ll stop looking at you,” he had declared, but his eyes betrayed his words, and his gaze never, not once, pulled away. He had one eye open now, tilting his head away but still, ever so slightly, gazing upon the beauty that you emitted.

And you were still looking. Of course, you were; of course, you would.

You never took your eyes off him because he was just so cute, and his attempt to one-up you in snark was quite endearing.

“Good luck with that,” you had laughed, leaning onto your palm as you watched him sigh in defeat, but not before he caught your own gaze on him.

“Oooh, why are you looking at me like that?” he had prompted, leaning over his window to be closer to you. “Do you think I’m cute?” he wriggled his eyebrows ever so playfully, that shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“No,” you had deadpanned, dropping your palm down to the frame. He pouted again, more pouty than usual, pulling a frown.

He whined with one of those annoying squeals, something you had grown used to over the years of knowing him. “My girlfriends are so mean to me,” he had said, frowning with his eyebrows pinching and lips pouting. You couldn’t help the small pull of your lips, seeing how comical he was being.

For a split second, you had lingered on his words. “My girlfriend,” he had said with so much pride. “My girlfriend” was all you really heard because he was calling you his girlfriend like it was your name, like it was a prize, a gift, a blessing. “My girlfriend” sounded like honey-laced praises.

He had feigned a gasp at the sight of you trying to hide your smile, and then you had burst into giggles because, of course, you revelled in his misery. But it was okay because the sound of your laughter, that joyous giggle, had erupted because of him, and that was more than enough to subside the little bits of bullying you always seemed to aim at him.

His heart beat along with the rhythm of your laugh.

It was late, and the stars had been watching your tales unfold.

Of a girl whose love yearned and pined, reaching the moon and kissing the ocean. Whose love was kept sacred and scarce, and yet, a love that was sought after, searching for love like hers. One that treasured and was kept safe, a love made of steel but soft like wool. A love that comforted.

And of a boy who loved like no other, so full and so rich. Whose love poured like the rain kissing the ground – endless and fulfilling. A love so abundant, it counted for the world.

There was so much love, too much. It was overbearing, consuming, and it was eating you both alive.

It was overwhelming.

“Hey.”

Your name had left his mouth like honey.

The silence of the gap between your two homes became deafening. Your laugh had slowly died, and your attention had glued onto him alone.

It was now or never.

Riki had known that love was you. He had known that the moment his eyes met yours, his definition had been filled in an instant.

He knew, he had loved – no, he loved you.

His second pause after the call had been enough to erupt a yawn from your lips, ever so slightly slipping past your perfectly shaped lips.

“You should get to bed,” he had said, but the lovesick gaze that you were too tired to catch said everything.

You had fought the urge to ask him what he was really thinking. You were tired, but you knew Riki – your Riki. You knew how his eyebrows pinched a certain way when he contemplated, only further accentuated when he hesitated.

You had his entire face burned into your mind, and your heart.

But for tonight, you had let him and his burning thoughts wait as you slightly nodded.

“I’m not gonna wake you up this time,” you replied, smiling ever so slightly.

You had left your window open, as you always did. Your window to his – it was like you were always together, connected through a fated string that crossed from one pane to the other.

…

Act 2: between 

You had grown to find joy within nothingness—or so you told yourself.

All your life, you had searched for things to put meaning into. Simple commodities that resembled fractions of joy you attempted to keep. As a child, you had never pondered trivial things that would be impossible to find answers to.

You loved the definite, the certain, the things you knew you could hold close to your heart and never let go. Like the grudge you held for the boy who had bullied Riki when he was nine—too fiery of emotions for little you to experience. Your little face had burned red with anger, fists balled and shaking with rage. There had been no stopping nine-year-old you from unleashing divine fury upon the bully. Or like the childhood bracelet Riki made when you were kids, which you had sworn never to remove despite the horrendous combination of charms. A symbol of your eternal friendship.

As you stuffed your locker with yet another textbook you barely cared about, you heard cheers echo against the walls, ricocheting straight into your ears. The stampede of footsteps seemed to hurdle past you, racing toward an unknown presence from across the hall.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who that presence was. Of course you did. You couldn’t ignore it, not when his fiery gaze burned holes into the back of your head.

You subtly looked over your shoulder, and there he was, in his glorious seven-foot-something stature. You saw how all the girls crowding him seemed to be trying to attract his attention, calling for his name, asking him silly, mundane questions. Anything just for a simple glance, but all Riki could do was stare at you like you were a lost treasure he had just discovered.

His gaze alone spoke a thousand words.

"I wish I could hold you."

"Your hand is mine."

"I want you."

"I need you."

"I miss you."

Those were more your feelings than what you thought his gaze said, but you had an inkling he felt the same way.

In the space between you, from metres away across the hall, you couldn’t help but feel so full of him—him and his love. He was saying nothing, yet the whole world went deaf in his presence.

You could see, miraculously through the heart-eyed girls, how he fidgeted with the little torn hem at the bottom of his shirt, remembering how you had been the culprit for that "measly" (his words, not yours) tear.

You watched as he scratched his neck awkwardly, trying to be as polite as a boy could be when rejecting a starry-eyed girl. They gave him chocolate-covered strawberries—though you knew he’d only eat them if they were microwaved despite your protests—and little love letters he would never end up reading, also despite your pitied protests.

All you wanted to do was pull him out of the crowd of crazed girls, to scream that he was yours—despite often telling him that you weren’t an object and shouldn’t be defined as "mine." Maybe it was jealousy that rippled through your blood, burning with a touch of yearning because, of course, you yearned for him. Every second of the day.

You yearned for his touch, his words, his silence.

Despite your many reluctances to say so, you were so deeply infatuated with Riki, you might as well have sprawled it across your forehead. Every distant look, light feathery touch, gentle breath that brushed against the shell of your ear. Everything he did, you clung to like a hoarder. A stupid, love-stricken hoarder. Every thought of yours was consumed by him, captivated by his every essence. Feminists before you would have shaken their heads, disappointed by how much you thought of Riki.

Frankly, you were too smitten with your dear ol’ boyfriend, even if he claimed you didn’t show enough affection to him.

Maybe it was for the best, as your gazes left each other like strangers with a fleeting glance. Similarly to last night, there was an invisible wall separating the two of you, tension threatening to crack under the pressure.

Riki was still being bombarded by love-sick girls, his longing gaze shifting into more of a plea as he watched you with all the free space he was supposed to take up.

You ignored his plea, of course, turning back around and into your locker. You would speak to him later anyway—it’s what he gets for making you late this morning (you had waited for him, as you always did).

…

Act 3: two

The two of you sit in the silence of your room for a change. The curtains of your window that peer into his room are pulled shut, dimming the space enough that you can only tell his expressions if you’re inches away from each other.

Which you are.

Riki insisted on staying over this time, wanting to leave the musk of his room for once. But really, he misses the sight of your walls.

Plastered across from him are pictures of friends and family, some of him and your shared friend group, others of his sisters and you. He thinks to himself how you have a knack for interior design, pleased with the way you showcase your love through photographs.

You say it eternalises the memories, so even when you’re both old and rotten to match your insides, you’ll always have the days of your youth.

And there’s a little flutter in his stomach when he thinks back to this memory because you said “both.” He loves that you see him forever entangled in your life.

Riki watches you doom-scroll on that godforsaken bird app. He likes to believe he’s got all your micro-expressions down—like the slight twitch of irritation in your eyebrow, the lift at the corner of your lip when you see something funny, or the scrunch of your nose when you see a resurfaced video of Nikocado Avocado.

Riki doesn’t spend half as much time on his education as he does staring at you. You’re awfully beautiful in your (his) shirt and dirty sweatpants. You’ve never bothered putting effort into your appearance when you’re in the comfort of your (or his) room, having known him far too long to care if he thinks your shirt smells like perpetual instant ramen.

His eyes travel from your appearance back to your face, and he just loves you. Loves sitting next to you. Loves seeing your face.Loves your appearance. Loves your personality. Loves that you're the opposite of a breath of fresh air—you’re comforted in his old, musty room.

Because even if he and you were stuck back in his room, you’d never change. You’re constant.

He loves the way your voice drops when you sense your tone’s shifted higher when talking to him, saying you’ll never be caught speaking to him with a babied voice. He loves how you deny his obvious affection for you—behind closed doors, because he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his friends. He loves your loudness, your quietness, your happiness, your silence.

He loves you.

He’s going to say it.

As he stares at you, yearning for you, you pretend not to notice the burning gaze of your lover. Twitter lost your attention long ago—the nth tweet about yet another scandal circling the app. Instead, you focus on your breathing. With how wild your heart’s beating, the best you can do is control how you breathe—ensuring you don’t fold in front of the lovely boy cuddled up next to you.

If Riki really knew how much you adored him—his hair, his eyes, his laugh, his smile, him—you’d never hear the end of it.

In truth, you’re simply enamoured with him. You love him. Everything about him. Years of girlhood wasted on a beautiful and sweet boy. Girlhood never prepares you for how to love a boy so lovely, so perfect. You think about how there have only been a few moments in your life where you’ve felt nothing but bliss.

Childhood was easy; ever since that fateful day where you picked a bunch of piss-covered flowers, you had no worries other than befriending the awkward little boy next door.

You’ll be sure to thank your parents’ boss for the move.

Teenhood, not so much; it’s riddled with an array of angst and anxiety. It’s a surprise you’re not imploding from the assignment you’ve been procrastinating or having a philosophical crisis like “what is love?”. But no, teenhood, albeit filled with plenty of anger and sorrow, has its fair share of wonderful moments.

Like right now, sitting in the comfort of your room—for a change. You’ve spent time imagining how your life would unravel, always with him in it, and how it ended up. The pictures plastered across the room aren’t just for show—they’re evidence that you’re happy.

Blissful.

Without Riki, you wouldn’t know what bliss is. Feeling nothing but pure and utter love.

He’s everything perfect about love.

And of course, you’ve said “I love you” plenty of times—80% of those times were when you were just kids. But that was when you were just friends. A silly phrase, really, because if you ask anyone who’s known you two since you were kids, they’d say you guys got married at the ripe age of seven with grass-bladed rings and flower crowns, with any passing animal as witness to your youthful marriage.

But now you’re dating—the dreaded boyfriend-girlfriend status. Nothing’s really changed in your relationship. Riki remains full of love and charisma, his attitude never wavering because, as he puts it, he’s known you were “the one” since you handed him those dirty flowers. You’ve remained witty and lovely as always, retaining the same spunk you had as a kid. The only two differences (soon to be one) are that your status has changed from friends to dating, and you’ve yet to say those three words, eight letters.

The phone that sits in your loose grip almost slips out, clearly losing its purpose of mindless distraction. To your dismay, Riki catches sight of your fumble, noting that you haven’t scrolled in seven minutes.

“Did my shameless staring finally catch your attention?”

He’s shameless, alright.

You drop your phone, staring deep into his dreamy eyes. You remain silent, but your expression tells him everything.

Despite the pull of your eyebrows and the purse of your lips, you love him.

“Say… what’s one thing you love about me?” he prompts, ready to finally tell you those long-awaited words. He’s thought it all out—how he’d list everything he loves about you, like he’s about to write your biography. He’s been dreaming of this moment since you started dating.

You think thoughtfully, like you’re scrounging your brain for an answer, leaving the silence in the room to deafen him with anticipation.

“Hey! Stop thinking so much!” Riki exclaims, offended that you’ve taken more than three seconds to answer, while his response would take 0.003 milliseconds (at least in his mind).

You let out a playful giggle, something you gave up trying to hide long ago. “I’m kidding,” you say, smiling.

“I’m kidding,” he mocks you in his ridiculous, high-pitched voice.

You love many things about him, too many to count. You simply love everything about him, like a reflex you can’t control.

“I love it when you’re silent.”

Riki visibly deflates, a slight frown ghosting his plump lips. His eyebrows pinch into a “what the hell” kind of expression, and his nose scrunches cutely at your words.

But you smile knowingly, taking in his sudden silence. You tune into the stillness of the room.

A rapid heartbeat.

“If you hate talking to me, just sa—”

“Because even when you’re quiet,” you interrupt, stretching your hand out to gently caress his hair, “you’re the loudest in the room.”

Your hand travels from his hair to cup his cheek, and Riki—the ever entranced—instinctively leans into your touch.

“Because you can just look at me, and I hear everything I need to hear.”

Your words are soft, gentle, and Riki swallows the lump in his throat that he hadn’t realised had formed. He stares deeply into your eyes—a different kind of stare than before.

Normally tender and kind, full of unspoken words of love. Now, all you see is devotion.

Riki focuses on the silence you’ve created, tuning into the nothingness that you said you loved about him.

And he thinks he can hear it, the silence.

It’s so loud, it bounces off the walls, pounding in his heart—even you can hear it.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“What do you hear?” He pulls you closer, your lips hovering above his, so close he can feel your breath.

“I hear ‘I love you.’ ”

Your lips mould against his before he can respond, but something tells him that you know. And besides, he has a lifetime's worth of “I love yous”— he’ll let you have this one.

author's note pt.2: its been more than a year since i made this wip and i finally finished it LOLLL it took me so longggg ANDDD i feel like its a bit lackluster in the second act... ENJOY THOUGH. i love the the ending

[mandukkul]

heyy <333 I absolutely love your works :D I was thinking a small moment over text between riki and the reader, where the reader is a member of an idol group, and is playing the violin for MAMA'S Endless Rain stage, and Riki texts the reader late at night, thinking it was Jungwon and ranting to him about how the reader made him go absolutely feral. The reader goes with it and acts like Jungwon, waiting for riki to realise.

Is it a bit too long? Sorry... But I hope you're having a nice day :)

READ YOUR CONTACT— ni-ki

synopsis: riki gets a bit confused end ends up texting his talented gf

tags: idol!riki x idolf!reader, crack, humour, fluff, established relationship

warnings: not proofread, kys joke somewhere, the word orgasm is mentioned i think that’s it

reblogs and comments are appreciated

authors note: SORRY IM A SLOW UPDATER 😭😭 here’s your request, it was not too long at all!! i hope you like it im a bit rusty and finding motivation is so hard

authors note pt. 2: i want a bf 😞

[mandukkul]

BUMP IN THE NIGHT — n.rk

synopsis: seeing a scary figure while you’re home alone ft. beomboard

tags: bf!ni-ki x fIreader, established relationship, crack, humour, text format

warning: cursing, a little mean, spelling and grammatical errors, some of the layout is wrong but i don't think you'll notice, that's it i think, kidnapping mention, sasaeng mention, a bit of violence (if you squint)

likes + comments appreciated

authors note: ENJOY THIS REALLY SHORT TEXT CONVO!! i have one exam left and i just feel like im unhealthily more active during exam week… anyways enjoy. also can this be a late halloween submission?