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───── MY BIGGEST FAN 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you missed him, so why not go to his groups fansign to get his autograph…and him ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1490 + / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the venue buzzed with the soft thunder of excited fans, murmuring anticipation and rustling albums clutched tightly to chests. the fansign had just begun, and riki was seated in the center of the table with his members, his body present but his mind drifting.

he was polite as always, playful when prompted, but something about today felt heavier. the kind of heavy that came from being weeks apart from you. every tour stop, every rehearsal, every sleep deprived night had been softened only by your voice through a phone screen, your little texts full of love, your late night videos reminding him to eat and sleep.

but it still wasn’t you.

riki tried to shake it off as he scribbled messages on photobooks and smiled through soft fan interactions. his fingers twirled the pen absentmindedly and he barely noticed the way staff was subtly guiding the next fan toward him.

until he looked up and the air was knocked clean out of his lungs.

there you were. no hoodie. no mask. no disguise. just you—his beautiful girl. smiling, radiant, beautiful, and very much real. you stood there like a dream, an album in your hand and the most mischievous look on your face.

“hi riki,” you said sweetly, as if you weren’t flipping his entire world upside down.

his eyes went wide. for a second, he froze completely, mouth slightly parted. he almost stood up out of instinct, chest surging with the need to touch you, pull you in, confirm you weren’t a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep and too many energy drinks.

but staff, cameras, and fans. he forced himself to sit still. barely. “i—what—” his words fumbled out in a whisper. “you’re here?”

you placed the album down gently in front of him, your eyes sparkling. “what, not gonna sign for your biggest fan?” he blinked at the photobook, then slowly back up at you. “this is so evil.”

“don’t worry, i brought a pen,” you teased, tapping your fingers on the table. “autograph, please. make it special.”

riki tried to act cool, but his hands trembled slightly as he opened the album. the page you picked already had one of his pictures staring back at him. his sleepy post concert smile, the one you always said was your favorite.

he swallowed hard, willing his hands to move normally as he signed his name. underneath it, he scribbled a small, hidden message in tiny handwriting only you would understand : i’ve been going crazy without you.

then, as discreetly as he could manage, he slid his hand across the table. his fingers grazed yours and you didn’t hesitate. you interlaced your hands beneath the cover of the album, warm and familiar and home.

riki exhaled softly, the relief palpable in his shoulders. “i thought you were in L.A. until next week,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours.

“changed my flight,” you whispered back. “surprise.”

“best surprise of my life,” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

jake was the first to notice and from two seats down, he let out a very obvious, very exaggerated cough followed by a knowing smirk. riki didn’t even care. he was too busy trying to hold it together while every instinct in his body screamed to get up and hold you properly.

but you gave his hand one final squeeze before gently pulling back, eyes warm and full of unspoken promise. “see you backstage?”

“don’t run. i’m coming straight for you.” you winked, took the signed album, and stepped away. suddenly, the world was colorless without you standing in front of him.

the rest of the fansign was torture.

he powered through somehow, offering smiles and laughter like his heart hadn’t just nearly burst. but every few minutes, his eyes flicked toward the back exit, counting down the seconds until he could bolt.

and finally, finally, it ended.

the moment the cameras cut and the last fan waved goodbye, riki was up. he didn’t wait for staff instructions or even say goodbye to his members. he moved through the backstage corridors like a man on a mission, heart hammering, eyes scanning every corner.

then he turned into the hallway behind the dressing rooms and there you were. waiting against the wall, your fingers nervously twisting at the hem of your shirt, until you saw him.

“baby—”

he didn’t say a word. he closed the space in three long strides and wrapped his arms around you so tightly you gasped. he pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen, like something he hadn’t had in too long.

“i missed you,” you whispered.

“never, ever leave me that long again,” he said into your neck. “that was the absolute worst.”

you chuckled, arms winding around him. “you’re so dramatic.”

he leaned back, hands cupping your cheeks. “i’m not. you were right there and i couldn’t even kiss you.”

your eyes softened, “you can now.”

that’s all it took before he kissed you. softly at first, then deeper, slower, like he was trying to make up for every second you two had been apart. one hand cradled the back of your head, the other still wrapped tight around your waist.

when he finally pulled away, he rested your foreheads together, noses brushing as his thumbs caressed your cheeks.

“you’re not going back to L.A. tomorrow, right?” he asked, breath still warm against your lips.

“i have five days here,” you whispered, your hands sliding up his back and curling at the nape of his neck.

“then cancel everything. i’m keeping you,” he said, dead serious.

you laughed softly, but it was the kind that came from deep in your chest. the kind that said i missed you just as much. “what would you even do with me for five days straight?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint flashing through them. “are you asking me to give you a full itinerary?”

“ki—”

“okay, okay,” he smirked, hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “first, i’m gonna spend the rest of tonight with you in my arms. no distractions. no stage lights. no rushing to the next schedule. just us.”

you smiled up at him, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “then what?”

“then tomorrow, i’m taking you to every spot i wanted to show you while i was on tour here. that one cafe i kept texting you about? the one with the strawberry croissants?”

“you’ve been thinking about strawberry croissants this whole time?”

“no,” he said, voice dropping a little lower, “i’ve been thinking about you trying them and getting powdered sugar on your lips so i can have an excuse to kiss it off.”

you blushed and he laughed gently, dipping his head down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

he pulled back just enough to look at you fully, eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing every part all over again. “you’re really here,” he said again, almost to himself, “i still can’t believe it.”

“i wanted to see you,” you said softly. “you’ve looked so tired on camera lately.” he smiled, the kind of smile that only came when he was completely, fully at ease. “i’ve been tired. missing you is exhausting.”

you tilted your head. “you’re such a drama queen.” he leaned in again, brushing his lips over yours with a light laugh. “only for you.”

you two stood like that for a moment, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other in the quiet hallway where no one else could see. no stylists, no managers, no fans. just you and riki. his arms around you, your fingers tangled in his shirt, and the buzz of the outside world finally quiet for the first time in weeks.

then he whispered, lips brushing your hair, “come back with me to the dorm. the others will scream, but i need you to be with me tonight. i just…want to fall asleep next to you.”

your voice was soft, “are you sure?”

he nodded, eyes glassy with how much he missed you. “i don’t care who sees anymore. i just want you. i want to hold your hand outside a fansign. i want you in my bed, stealing my blankets and kicking me in your sleep.”

“you miss me kicking you?” you teased.

“i’d let you drop kick me if it meant waking up with you next to me.” that earned him a laugh so bright and familiar, it made his chest ache in the best way. he took your hand again, kissed the back of it, and looked into your eyes. “come with me?”

you nodded and just like that, you left together, his fingers laced with yours, hearts finally full again. he made it through the photos, the smiles, the empty days of pretending.

now he had what he really needed. you, in his arms, for real, and he wasn’t letting go.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @heekolazz @soona-huh

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hiii my beautiful beautiful people, i haven’t posted for like 10 days, im so sorry ��ㅠ i’ve been moving so i’m unable to write or edit anything, plus i don’t have any internet (using my phone data) BUT i hope to be back by next week or sometime before! i love you all and TYSMMM for the love and support you guys have given me so far !! <33

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i love your angst Niki fic, i might even cry lmao

awee thank you sm really !! <33

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part two of riki's fic was so good omg was probably the best fic i've ever read.

also, new here, wanna be moots?

ty, diva !

ahh thank youu smm and yes ofcc we can !! <33

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so you post the most toe wrenching, heart stabbing and bed rolling ff and expect me not to ask for a part two💔

there better be a tear shitting part two where they’re in their prime again 💔💔😕

its out now bae 😓

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omg the niki fic was soo good… pt 2 when…😆😆😆

ITS OUTTT !!

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───── NOT THE SAME 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ after many efforts to bring back your old riki, for it to go back to how you two used to be, you walk away but he realizes it all too late..or is it? ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

MINOR ANGST TO FLUFF & wc. 1900 / make sure to read part 1 !! ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

he doesn’t notice it at first. the silence.

he’s used to his phone buzzing constantly with notifications : rehearsal calls, staff messages, reminders. he doesn’t realize what’s missing until he opens his lunch one day and instinctively thinks to take a picture for you. to show you the mess of rice and eggs and the smiley face someone drew in ketchup on top, but when he opens your chat, there’s nothing new.

not even a heart emoji. not even a “have you eaten today, baby?”

it hits him then how quiet everything has become without you. his fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure. he types something. deletes it. types again.

hey.

can we talk?

it’s vague, useless and worst of all..late. still, he sends it. and when your reply doesn’t come, he doesn’t blame you.

it’s not that he stopped loving you. not ever.

he loved you when he was tired. he loved you when he didn’t have the words. he loved you through every missed good morning, every evening where he chose sleep over calling you, every time he told himself, “i’ll text her later,” and forgot.

but love without presence starts to feel like absence and you had felt it over and over again.

he thinks about that last night more than he’d admit.

the way your voice cracked. the way you looked down at the floor instead of him. the way you left. not angry, not screaming, just…defeated.

the truth is, that broke him more than any fight could have. because you were always the one who stayed. even when he made it hard. even when he didn’t deserve you. you stayed…until it was him you needed to be saved from.

“riki.”

he blinks up. it’s jake, crouched in front of him in the practice room. “you good?” jake asks. riki realizes his eyes are red. he rubs his sleeve across his face.

“i messed up.” jake tilts his head. “with y/n?”

riki doesn’t even need to answer. the guilt’s written all over him.

“i didn’t mean to push her away. i just…” he looks down. “i didn’t know how to hold everything. the schedules. the pressure. her. me.” jake’s voice is gentle. “then go remind her why she chose you in the first place.”

the next day, he goes to your campus.

he’s never been good at speeches. not the vulnerable kind at least, but this matters more than any performance he’s ever given. so he wears the hoodie you gave him, the one with the tiny “y/f/i” stitched on the cuff, and waits.

you appear like a breath he’s been holding. you look…tired. but you always do when you’re thinking hard. your brows drawn slightly together, hair falling into your eyes, thumb scrolling across your phone.

you don’t see him until he’s standing in front of you. your body goes still.

he lifts a hand, hesitant. “can i sit?” you nod slowly. no words yet. you don’t owe him those. the bench is cold beneath him. your silence colder.

he shifts a little, turning to face you more. “i’ve been thinking about what i said. or what i didn’t say.” you keep your gaze forward, expression unreadable.

“i think i convinced myself you’d always be there,” he admits. “that you’d wait. that i didn’t have to try.”

your fingers clutch your sleeve. he sees it. your knuckles white from holding yourself still.

“i was wrong,” he says. “and i’m sorry. not just for the words i didn’t say, but for every time i looked at my phone and didn’t answer. for every day you tried to love me while i was too scared to love you out loud.”

you finally look at him. he breaks a little when he sees your eyes, that familiar storm of hurt and hope behind them.

“i thought if i kept my distance, maybe i wouldn’t fall deeper,” he says. “but it just made me realize something worse : i’ve already fallen so deep into you, y/n. and pushing you away didn’t protect me. it only ruined the one good thing i had.”

you breathe out. “so why now?”

“because not having you is worse than anything I was afraid of.” he fumbles in his pocket and pulls something out. “and because i need you to see that i remember the little things, too.”

you look down at his hand.

a tiny lego minifigure sits in his palm.

it looks like him, down to the blonde hair, oversized pants and a tiny sign that says, “i love my girlfriend.”

your lip trembles. you cover your mouth, shaking your head with a breathy laugh. “you’re such a dork.”

he grins, hopeful. “you used to call me your ‘cutie patootie.’ i wanted to remind you that i’m still that guy.”

“i didn’t forget,” you say quietly. “i just thought maybe you did.”

his smile fades a little. he nods. “i did. for a while, but i remember now and i want to keep remembering. every day. every version of you, every small thing you love, and every hard thing you’re scared to say out loud.”

you’re quiet for a long time. he doesn’t push. he just watches you, gently, patiently, like he finally understands what it means to wait for someone with care.

you speak at last. “i don’t know if i’m ready to go back to how things were.”

“i don’t want to go back,” he says. “i want to start again. better. softer.”

your eyes meet his and for the first time in weeks, something in you starts to thaw. you reach over and take the lego from his hand. then, slowly, your fingers find his.

you lace them together. “i’ll give you a chance,” you whisper. “but you have to keep showing up. even when it’s hard. especially then.”

“i will,” he says, firm. “every day.”

you lean against his shoulder, just for a second. his hoodie smells like clean laundry and faint cologne. like comfort…like memory.

he turns his head, lips brushing your hair. “thank you,” he murmurs. “for not giving up on me. i’ll never make you feel alone again.”

and you believe him. because his time, he’s not saying it to fix things. he’s saying it to rebuild them.

that night, you lie next to each other again. not tangled up, not rushing. just close.

his pinky wraps around yours and when he finally drifts off to sleep with your name still on his lips, it feels like something is blooming again—slow and tender, but real. like love, the second time around.

bonus/extra

time skip : 3 weeks later

it’s different now. not perfect. not how it used to be. but that’s okay. because you’ve both stopped trying to go backward.

instead, you’re building something new, quietly, day by day.

riki shows up every time now. no matter how tired. no matter how long the rehearsals run. sometimes he just sits on facetime with you in silence, head drooping from exhaustion, but still there.

he sends you random updates again—a blurry photo of a ladybug on his shoe. a voice memo of sunghoon snoring on the couch. a video of him poking a lego keychain dangling from his bag that has your initial in your favorite color.

“i told the stylists i’m never taking it off,” he said in that clip, grinning. “so they’re just working around it now.”

you laughed when you saw it.

you haven’t said i love you again yet. neither has he but you’re getting close.

it’s a sunday when he asks if you want to come over.

“just for a little while,” he says. “the guys won’t be home. you hesitate..then nod.

when you arrive, he meets you downstairs. no one’s watching, but he still tucks you into his arms the moment you reach him—your face pressed into his hoodie, his arms wound tight around your waist like he’s afraid the wind might carry you away if he lets go.

“you okay?” he asks against your hair. you nod but when you whisper, “are you?” he pulls back enough to look at you.

his eyes are soft. no panic behind them anymore. just care. just you. “i am now,” he says.

the dorm is quiet. he makes you tea, the way you like it, with a little too much honey and no judgment.

you sit together on the couch, knees brushing. at some point, your head finds his shoulder. his hand finds your knee. it stays there, warm and gentle. it’s not rushed.

you talk about everything but the past. the cat that keeps showing up outside your apartment. the way jake cried watching a sad movie last night. a tiny crack in your phone screen that looks like a lightning bolt now.

you look at him. he’s watching you like you’re a painting.

“what?” you ask, self conscious. he shakes his head, smiling. “i just really missed your voice.” you blink slowly. “you’ve been hearing it every day.”

“yeah,” he says softly. “but today it sounds…happy.”

you don’t answer. instead, you reach for his hand. it’s such a simple gesture but his breath stutters. and then his fingers squeeze yours.

later, it’s raining. you curl up together under a blanket, legs tangled, his arm tucked under your neck. the television plays something mindless, but neither of you are really watching.

rikis hand is tracing slow, steady patterns on your arm. his pinky looping over and over a patch of skin just above your elbow. he’s been quiet for a while.

you shift slightly, look up at him.

“are you still scared?” you ask. his eyes meet yours. honest. a little vulnerable.

“yeah,” he admits. “every day but not the way i used to be.”

you wait. he exhales. “i’m not scared of losing you anymore. i’m scared of ever giving you a reason to feel that lonely again.”

you sit up, facing him. his eyes flick to your lips then back to your eyes.

you touch his cheek, brushing your thumb over the soft skin just under his eye. he leans into your palm—instinctive. needy.

“riki,” you whisper. “you’ve changed.”

“i’m still changing,” he says. “for you. for us.”

you stare at him a moment longer. he doesn’t rush you. he never does now. and then, slowly, you nod. “i trust you again.” he freezes.

his hand, still on your waist, tightens just slightly not possessive, just overwhelmed.

“say it again,” he murmurs, like he’s not sure he heard right.

you smile. “i trust you.” he breathes out shakily, eyes glassy. “that means more than i know how to say.”

“then don’t say anything,” you whisper.

he doesn’t. instead, he leans in, and this time…you meet him halfway.

the kiss is quiet, soft, reverent. it’s not rushed or hungry. it doesn’t taste like desperation. it tastes like peace.

like something broken being held carefully in two hands. not trying to erase the cracks, but tracing them gently, gratefully.

you both pull away slowly. his forehead rests against yours.

“i’m gonna keep earning that trust every day,” he whispers. “i know,” you say and this time, you believe it.

outside, the rain begins to let up. inside, you’re tangled up again. in warmth, in blankets, in each other.

he falls asleep before you do, breathing even and face buried in your neck. you just stay like that safe, loved…home again.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @veilstqr @soona-huh @jenjnk @maewphoria @arimmortel @hyeitsrim @jayshadoww @monniemons @intravnus @yuuuraaa @rikifever @skyearby @polyanka777 @nikismyprincesses @danlovestay @firstclassjaylee @rikislady @kirakun

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been awhile...... gulps

where have you been bae </3

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Hi I luv ur fic btw, can you pls do an angsty Riki fic where he just starts neglecting Readers feelings or something💜

hii thank you soso much, im glad you enjoyed my fic !! <33 here’s my attempt to your request !! > <

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───── NOT THE SAME 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ after many efforts to bring back your old riki, for it to go back to how you two used to be, you walk away but he realizes it all too late..or is it? ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ANGST & wc. 880 + / lmk if you guys would like a part 2 !! ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

it starts with something small…a missed text.

you send him a picture of your outfit that morning. a sweet mirror selfie of you in the sweater he said he loved on you last winter.

the little delivered mark stays there for hours. you wait…and wait…but the reply never comes.

you scroll through your old messages to him. the ones filled with little hearts, dumb memes, sweet nothings typed at midnight. you used to be able to count on at least three messages from him before lunch : a “good morning, baby,” a blurry selfie of him in rehearsal, and a ridiculous voice note that always made you laugh.

now you’re the only one sending things and the silence? it’s loud. it only gets worse in person.

you show up to the dorm after not seeing him for two weeks. you arms are full with snacks from the café he likes, your hands nervously fiddling with the cuffs of your sweater as you knock on his door.

when he opens it, his expression is blank. not cold, not angry, just…tired. not the kind of tired that comes from dance practice. this is the kind of tired that no longer looks forward to seeing you.

“hey,” you whisper. he gives you a slight nod and steps aside to let you in.

you try to be okay with it. you sit on the edge of his bed while he scrolls through his phone, thumbs tapping as he answers messages that aren’t yours. you talk about your week, how stressful work’s been, how you nearly spilled coffee on your laptop this morning. you laugh to fill the space. he doesn’t laugh with you.

at one point, you trail off mid sentence. he doesn’t even notice. you’re quiet for a long while, watching him. watching the boy you love drift further into a version of himself that doesn’t know how to hold you anymore.

he doesn’t notice you tearing up until your voice breaks. “do you…even care how i’ve been feeling lately?” his eyes flick to you, surprised. “why would you say that?”

you force a smile, blinking fast. “because you haven’t asked.”

riki sighs, setting his phone down for the first time. “y/n, i’m just tired, okay? this comeback is draining. i can’t babysit your feelings too.”

the room goes still.

“babysit?” you repeat softly, your heart shattering in slow motion. you don’t know what hurts more- the fact that he said it or the fact that he meant it.

that night, you lie next to him in bed. his back is turned. you can feel the distance between your bodies like an ocean.

you reach out, fingers hesitantly brushing the back of his shirt. “ki?” he doesn’t answer. you whisper anyway. “do you still love me?” still, silence.

a long beat passes. then, just as you pull your hand away, he mutters, “don’t ask me things like that when i’m exhausted.” you curl in on yourself, tears soaking into the pillow. he falls asleep minutes later. while you stay awake the whole night.

your friend mia notices it first.

“you’re not…you anymore,” she says over coffee. “every time i bring him up, you flinch.” you smile weakly, stirring your cup. “i don’t flinch.”

“you do,” she insists. “you used to light up when you talked about him. now it’s like..you’re scared to.”

you are scared. scared that the boy you love is no longer choosing you. because love doesn’t look like this. love doesn’t make you feel like an afterthought. like you have to beg for affection. like your heart is too much to carry.

so the next time you see him, you gather every last bit of strength inside you.

you stand in front of him, in that hoodie he gave you, the one with the faded cuffs from how often you wore it, and you ask, quietly, “do you even want me here anymore?” he frowns. “y/n…”

“because if you don’t,” you say, voice shaking, “i won’t force you to stay but i deserve to know. i deserve honesty.”

riki rubs the back of his neck, sighing. “it’s not that i don’t want you here, okay? i just…i’m dealing with a lot right now. i don’t have the energy to coddle you.”

coddle.

another word that stabs.

you nod, backing away like he burned you. “got it.”

“don’t be like that,” he says, but there’s no real urgency in his voice. you don’t say anything else. you just grab your bag, eyes shining with tears that you refuse to let fall in front of him.

he doesn’t follow. he never follows.

that night, riki lies on the same bed where you used to curl up against him. the scent of your shampoo is still on his pillow.

he opens his phone, clicks on your contact. there’s a long string of blue hearts and “i miss you” messages from days before that he never replied to.

he stares at the screen. and for the first time in a long time, he feels it. that hollow, crushing weight of regret. because he does love you. he never stopped. he just let the world drown him, and somewhere in the flood, he forgot to reach back for your hand.

but now you’re gone…and he doesn’t know if he deserves to ask you to come back.

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───── AMOR MIO 엔하이픈 enha.

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ tweets your absolutely whipped boyfriend posts ｡｡

엔하이픈 ʙꜰ! x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , FLUFF

──── ARCHiVE

─── ⋆⋅ ۶ৎ ⋅⋆ ───

─── ⋆⋅ ۶ৎ ⋅⋆ ───

─── ⋆⋅ ۶ৎ ⋅⋆ ───

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───── CUDDLE WEATHER 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ a rainy morning, warm blankets, and sleepy kisses. just you and riki wrapped in love ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 730 + / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

it started with the rain tapping against your window. soft at first like fingers politely asking to be let in. then stronger, steadier, a rhythmic soundtrack to a lazy morning wrapped in grey skies and warm blankets.

you barely registered it at first. what you did register was rikis arms tightening around you.

you shifted slightly under the covers, only to be tugged closer, your back flush against his chest. his legs tangled with yours, face buried against the crook of your neck, warm breath puffing across your skin.

“don’t move,” he mumbled, voice rough and low from sleep. “it’s raining,” you whispered.

“mhmm perfect cuddle weather,” he said, pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder. “now stop talking and be my pillow.”

you laughed softly, curling your fingers around his forearm where it wrapped around your waist. “you’re clingier when it rains,” you teased. “because you’re softer when you’re sleepy,” he murmured, nudging your neck with his nose. “and warmer.”

you turned in his arms to face him, tucking yourself against his chest. he immediately adjusted, slipping one leg between yours, his hand sliding up your back and settling at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing small, lazy circles.

his eyes were barely open just soft slivers of brown, blinking slow and full of affection. “you’re staring,” you whispered.

“yeah,” he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle your nose with his. “can’t help it. you’re so pretty in the morning like…unfairly pretty.” you flushed, half laughing. “kiii stop.”

“never” he grinned, then dipped his head to kiss your cheek. then your nose. then finally, your lips, soft and slow and barely there, like he was still halfway dreaming.

the rain drummed gently against the windows. outside, the world was grey and blurred, but in here, in his arms, it felt warm and golden.

“stay with me all day?” he asked, whispering the words into your hair. “you’re not going anywhere,” you replied, resting your forehead against his. “you’ve practically glued yourself to me.”

he hummed, eyes fluttering shut again. “because you’re my favorite place, princess.” you kissed his jaw, your fingers brushing his bangs back from his forehead. “that was smooth.”

“i’m half asleep…wait ‘til i’m fully awake,” he said, chuckling softly.

you buried yourself deeper into him, your nose against the base of his throat. he smelled like fresh cotton and that subtle citrus shampoo he always used. his hand slid down to rest on the small of your back, keeping you close, like even in his dreams, he wasn’t willing to let you go.

neither of you moved for a long while. the storm outside swelled and settled, water streaming down the windows, thunder rumbling far off in the distance. inside, the only sound was your breathing syncing with his.

you tilted your head up after a while, just to steal another kiss, short, soft, warm. he smiled against your lips and kissed you back, this one slower, deeper, fingers slipping into your hair.

“you know,” he said, between kisses, “i’d pick this over anything else.”

“what’s this?” you asked, eyes still closed.

“lying in bed with you. listening to the rain. kissing you whenever i want. loving you without rushing.” you opened your eyes, meeting his sleepy gaze. “you already do that,” you whispered.

“yeah,” he replied, tucking you in closer, resting his forehead against yours. “just wanted to say it again.” you smiled, your heart all gooey and warm, and reached up to squish his cheeks. “you’re so sappy in the mornings.”

“only for you,” he mumbled through your fingers, his lips curving into a grin.

you giggled, and he used that moment to steal another kiss, quick and playful this time, like he couldn’t help himself. then another. and another, until you were laughing into his mouth and trying to swat him away, your hands tangled somewhere in his hair.

“kiiii,” you whined, but it was useless. he was already burying his face back into your neck, arms locked around you like a koala. “you’re ridiculous.”

“mm, yours though,” he said sleepily.

“mine,” you agreed, pressing one last kiss to the top of his head. “and i’m not letting you go either.”

outside, the rain kept falling. inside, it was all warmth and skin and sleepy kisses, like time had paused just for the two of you to stay wrapped up in love a little longer.

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