God He Means Sm To Me

god he means sm to me

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caught in the moment

pairing : niki x fem!reader

wc : 1.0k | genre : fluff

note : this is part of @buttabomma 's the color of love collab event !! thank you for letting me participate, i absolutely loved writing this :)

love was something you thought unmeasurable. there was no beginning and no end to the lengths you would go for your boyfriend and vice versa. your relationship was something that you couldn't even put into words.

so, as you and niki walked on the moon-lit beach, seafoam scattered along the water's edge, you couldn't exactly pinpoint the feeling that consumed your entire being. the feeling that made your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling at your intertwined hands.

"it's too windy, why'd you drag me out here in the middle of the night?" niki complained as he kicked some loose sand with his shoe.

"because, riki," you started, fiddling with the ends of your hoodie, "i couldn't sleep in that hotel bed. it was incredibly uncomfortable. plus, you were still awake."

niki frowned, holding up his other hand and glancing at his wrist, pretending to tell the time with an invisible watch. "that doesn't sound right. i'm normally asleep right now."

"but you're not," you sang, giving his hand a small squeeze. "besides, stop acting like you don't love every second you spend with me."

"i hate that you're right," niki muttered, rolling his eyes and looking anywhere but at you. he was clearly trying to hide his upturned lips.

giggling to yourself, you said, "you're absolutely whipped for me. i've got you wrapped around my finger."

"that is not true," niki protested, almost pausing to give you a pointed glare. "most would argue that you're the one wrapped around my finger, missy."

you squinted up at him. "i don't think so mr. nishimura. i am hearing a false statement right now."

niki rolled his eyes again. "you only hear what you want to hear."

"eh, sometimes," you mused, knowing he was partially correct.

chuckling, your boyfriend leaned down to place a quick kiss on the crown of your head, his laughter growing when you visibly leaned into his touch.

"you're so clingy," niki teased.

"me? clingy? have you met yourself? you came crawling into my bed earlier tonight because 'we're dating so we have to sleep in the same bed.'" you playfully snapped back, wearing an expression of disbelief at his absurd accusation.

"but we should be!" niki argued, throwing up his free hand in exasperation. he turned back to you before continuing. "you're going to look at me and tell me i'm wrong?"

"well, no-"

"of course not!" niki exclaimed, not giving you a chance to properly answer. "i can't believe my mom told me to 'be a gentleman' and take the pullout bed when you're my girlfriend and we sleep together all the fricking time."

"yes, but," you started before he could open his mouth again. "you're mom had good intentions. plus we don't need to be with each other 24/7. that's how relationships grow unhealthy."

niki looked as if he was breaking down your words before he said, "yeah, i guess you're right."

"mm hm," you hummed. "now close your mouth. i was enjoying the sound of waves before you started to complain."

"excuse me-"

"you're excused," you dismissed, then giggling at the expression that your boyfriend shot your way.

"you're rude. i don't know how i ever fell for you," niki said with a shake of his head. he removed his hand from yours before wrapping his arm over your shoulders.

"it's because i'm good-looking, smart, talented, the best...oh! and the only person who puts up with your shit," you answered with a curt nod.

"are you sure? that doesn't sound right," niki said as he looked down at you questionably.

"well then you answer your own question, genius," you quipped with an eye roll.

niki looked ahead as if he was contemplating something. "hm, maybe you are the only person who puts up with me."

"obviously. and for being as pretty as you are, sometimes you're not very smart, babe," you said, grinning in amusement.

niki glanced down at you, a smirk beginning to form on his face. "pretty, huh? i mean, i normally get 'handsome' or 'good-looking' but i could get used to 'pretty.'"

you sighed at his statement, mentally cursing yourself for letting the word 'pretty' slip out of your mouth. now you were going to have to deal with his inflated ego for the rest of the night. possibly even the rest of the time you were together. you knew he'd never let this moment go.

"i take it back," you tried, only to be met with niki's lips against your cheek.

"nope, no take-backsies. you already said it, babe," he smiled against your skin.

groaning, you tip your head back and look up at the night sky, finding the stars more interesting at the moment.

niki suddenly tugged you to a stop, using a hand to guide your chin back down so you were looking at him. he was smiling like he had just won the lottery, and you noticed stars almost identical to the ones in the sky sparkling in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

"i think you're really pretty, too, ya know," he whispered.

you felt your face begin to warm at his words. but, regardless of being flustered, you held eye contact with him.

niki cupped your face, swiping his left thumb over your cheek before placing a kiss on your forehead. as he pulled back, you opened your mouth to finally say something back but got interrupted when niki's lips crashed down your own, making all that you were going to say dissipate into the back of your mind.

kissing him back, you held onto his wrists, taking a step closer to him so your bodies were pressed against one another. when the both of you finally pulled away, your faces only inches apart, you couldn’t help the lopsided grin you gave him.

"i love you," you breathed, having got caught in the moment of just nishimura riki.

eyes widening suddenly, niki leaned back in surprise at the foreign words that had yet to be exchanged with one another. but at the sight of your sudden dismay and realization, he repeated the phrase, his voice coming out in a hushed tone. "i love you too."

— what's your favorite word?

synopsis: nishimura riki doesn’t like words like ‘love’ because they're too confusing, but you may be able to change that.

pairing: riki x gn!reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: coming of age, friends to lovers, fluff

warnings: lame attempt at poetry, vv cliché

authors note: this is for my lovely valentine @rubysluvbot <3 thank you for being such a wonderful girlfriend, you've taught me a lot within the time we've been together. i really appreciate the effort you put into us, and i'm so grateful to have you :( i love youuuu !! ur amazing mwah.

‘happy’ was nishimura rikis favorite word. he liked feeling happy.

he liked seeing his friends, he liked when his mom made his favorite food for dinner, he liked when he could step out to a sunny day. it made him happy.

he liked the way your laugh was contagious, and how his eyes lit up when yours did, how you two could talk about anything and everything for hours. he liked how well you got along with his other friends, how you would treat him out to his favorite dinner, when he feels every day is sunny when he’s with you.

somehow, before he realizes it, nishimura riki associates the word ‘happy’ with you.

he likes the way he feels around you. he likes the way you make him happy.

‘love’ was a word most foreign to nishimura riki.

he can’t recall if he’s ever felt it. if he has, it must’ve been for his mother. he doesn’t get it when couples say “i love you” to each other. what did that even mean?

he liked the word happy. not euphoric, elated, ecstatic, blissful, or any other synonym. happy was simple, those words were not. nishimura riki didn’t like words that were too complex. the word ‘love’ was too complex for nishimura riki.

nishimura riki is used to liking you. he’s liked you for a long time, and he seems to like a lot of things about you.

which is why he’s now confused that he starts realizing he might like you a little too much.

nishimura riki isn’t used to loving you. and this feeling is far too complex for his liking. he doesn’t like this feeling. yet, he can’t stop himself from liking you like this.

he’s not sure how you can make him so happy, yet confuse him when he’s forced to confront his feelings all at the same time.

riki compares you to nature.

yesterday, you felt like lightning to him. intriguing and mysterious. you snuck in quietly, but caused a bright flash in his life. you make him feel like thunder. you make his mind collide with his heart, constantly colliding with one another. you made him loud, yet dark. yesterday, you felt like lightning because yesterday he realized he loves you, before he even knew what love meant to him.

today, you feel like a rainstorm. now that he’s realized, he can’t seem to get it out of his head. you’re raining over him mercilessly. for some reason, the rain felt nice. it was rough and relentless on the outside, but once it hit his skin, it melted against him. it was cool, and calming. it was gentle, and kind.

riki thinks you’re beautiful and unexpected – just like nature.

to riki, you’re a walking juxtaposition. opposites that just fit together.

he feels nervous around you. his heart races picks up, and he uncharacteristically stumbles over his words. he feels peaceful with you. you bring him a needed sense of comfort, and when you smile, he finds all his worries dissolving into nothing.

you make him feel everything he could feel, maybe even more. you make him feel, and feel, and feel, until it feels like he can’t feel at all anymore. you overwhelm him in the best way possible.

once again, he finds himself being happy at the way you confuse him. something he never thought was possible before he met you.

he finds himself on clouds when you take his hands in yours. everything about the simple action has him flustered, stuttering all over the place. his sentences stop making sense. everything about this feeling makes sense.

today, riki thinks you resemble a light breeze. soft, and kind. all of your expressions lift his negative emotions, one by one. you feel gentle on his face.

he loves weather like this. it’s when he can admire you best.

“what makes you happy?” riki asks out of the blue.

“being with riki.” you answer simply.

“oh. being with you also makes me happy.” he responds shortly.

holding your hand feels different suddenly. it feels heavier, like there’s some hidden weight to it.

and now his heart feels heavier yet lighter at the same time as well. he wonders how very intangible things such as feelings can have such an affect on his physical body. he wonders if you’ve hacked into his heart, and coded yourself into it.

he jots down notes as his teacher talks about metaphors. he’s an expert at this, already. he knows because when he says you’re a flower, he’s really saying you’re beautiful. he knows when he says there’s a tornado within himself, he means he’s helplessly in love with you. he’s well versed in metaphors. maybe it’s easier than he thought it was. it doesn’t feel so complex anymore.

“what is happiness?” you ask riki out of the blue.

“why do you ask?”

“the other day, you asked me what makes me happy. i thought about it. what even is happiness.”

“you didn’t have to think about it when you answered that it was me.”

“can it really be that simple?”

“why can’t it?”

he thinks about what you said when he’s alone. was it really that simple? would it be bad if it wasn’t? why did anything need to be simple to be understood, anyways?

love wasn’t simple, but he understands. he understands because loves you, and that teaches him all he needs to know about it. he looks for the simple answers to the hard questions. there may be thousands of different definitions of love, but the only one he needed was you. that was his favorite definition for ‘love.’

coincidentally, you also happened to be his favorite definition for ‘happiness.’

and all of this seemed all too simple suddenly. there was only one way to confront his revelation. it was the simplest way.

“you make me happy. you are my happiness.” he says without looking at you.

“is that your answer? when i asked you what happiness was?” he nods. “i like that definition. mine’s similar.”

“what’s yours?”

“nishimura riki.”

your hand in his no longer feels heavy, as if it’s full of uncertainty of what’s to come. your hand feels like it always does. you feel the same way about his hands. you feel the same way about him. the weather must be nice today.

“i must be in love with you.” you finally take a moment to observe your own feelings towards the boy.

“that’s really good, because i’m in love with you too.”

it’s hard to pick a favorite word. every word means you to him now, his mind easily blurring everything into a perfect image of your smile.

ultimately, he chooses the word that brought you two together.

that’s how ‘love’ became nishimura riki's new favorite word.

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