⋆˚✿˖° Chrome Hearts, Pink Heart ── nishimura riki
SYPNOSIS. He wears black and silver, she wears bows and strawberry lotion.
Riki swears he’s not the kind of guy who'd keep a leopard-print Hello Kitty plush on his desk— but then you gave him one, and now his room looks a little more like yours.
You're turning his world pastel, one plushie at a time.
PAIRING. non idol!ni-ki x reader
GENRES. fluff, gamer riki, nonchalant!riki x hyperfeminine!reader, drabble, established relationship
AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! inspired by this tweet i found a while back, HES SUCH A CUTIE I LOVE HIM!!! and i love me a riki fic with a hyperfem gf, so here we are. I literally RAN to my tumblr to write this after i saw that tweet again. ANYWAYS enjoy!!!
Riki is used to live in a world of black.
Chrome-edged headphones, Chrome Hearts chains, silver rings on every finger, black cargos, black hoodie, and black soul (if you asked him). He smelled like cedarwood and vetiver. His room used to match: matte black speakers, dark gray sheets, and too many energy drink cans cluttering his desk.
But then he started dating you.
A faint scent of strawberries lingered in the air, his sheets had a soft blush-tinted pillow you definitely did not leave on purpose (you did), a pastel green flower claw clip always clipped on to his monochrome bag, a soft-pink hair tie clad on his wrist amongst his silver jewelry, and hanging off the edge of his bedside table was a baby-pink hello kitty headband that he pretended not to notice.
In a fucking leopard print hoodie.
You drop the plush on his desk with the kind of smug satisfaction only a girlfriend on a mission could have.
Riki doesn’t even turn around. He’s gaming (probably with heeseung), hoodie up, jaw set, the click-clack of his keyboard filling the room. But you wait. Because you know the second he glances down, he’ll react.
“...No,” Riki deadpanned, only looking away for a second.
You blinked at him, glossy lips pursed, sleeves of his black hoodie bunching at your wrists.
“Her name’s Kuma. Be nice.”
Mid-game, his headset slipping slightly off his bleach-blonde hair, brows furrowed in that “what the actual fuck” expression.
Then he paused and turned to you with a deadpan stare for a second before going back to his game.
“…Why is she looking at me like that?”
You grinned, hands clasped behind your back. “Because she’s yours now.”
He blinked. “Absolutely not.”
“She’s for emotional support,” you announced cheerfully, already climbing onto Riki’s lap uninvited, nearly knocking his mouse off the desk in the process.
“Babe—?!” he hissed, jerking slightly in surprise, one hand flying to steady you as you comfortably settled on his thighs, completely unfazed by the intense League of Legends match he was clearly still very much in the middle of.
You held the plush up dramatically in front of his face, dangling it between him and his screen. “Look! Kuma! She’s here to help. You’re always so grumpy when you game—she’ll bring balance to the force.”
Riki leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh, headset askew, giving you a withering look over the top of the plush’s fuzzy ears.
“Are you seriously doing this now?” he muttered, trying (and failing) to peek around the plush and shoot someone. “I’m literally in a 1v3.”
“She believes in you,” you said, voice syrupy sweet. “Unlike me.”
“She’s also judging your mechanics. Kind of like me.”
He gave you a side-eye so sharp it could cut glass, but his hands never left your waist. Even as he tried to return to the game, he adjusted you gently so you were sitting more comfortably on his lap.
Kuma ended up sitting between your legs, her little beady eyes staring into Riki’s soul every time he glanced down.
Riki gave you a side-eye that was dangerously close to affectionate. “Are you seriously hijacking my game and giving me a judgmental cat?”
You nodded, legs draped over one of his thighs as if this wasn’t a tight fit. “Yes. Accept her. She’s part of the family now.”
“She’s literally staring at me,” he muttered, glancing at the plush propped up on the desk. “I don’t need two of you.”
You gasped. “You mean two adorably soft and supportive girls? You’re welcome.”
He groaned into your shoulder, already wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand kept playing. You smirked. Mission: Disrupt His Game — complete.
He huffed and leaned forward, nosing into the crook of your neck. You felt his lips curl into a smile. “You’re so annoying.”
You giggled. “You love me.”
But his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer, your legs swinging gently over the side of the chair. You leaned back to look at him, all glossy lips and sparkling eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek instinctively, brushing off a little glitter from your highlighter.
“You’re going to start wearing pink soon,” you teased.
“I’ll set myself on fire.”
A few days later, you stopped by his place. The room was dark as always, none of his overhead lights were on (as usual) only his lamps were on giving his room a yellow tinge.
You did a double-take when you saw the plush.
It was now wearing one of Riki’s silver chains, resting around its tiny neck like a statement necklace. He had also clipped a pair of sunglasses over its eyes. Balenciaga, no less.
You stared at it for a solid thirty seconds before whispering, “...What the actual fuck.”
“I gave her drip,” came Riki’s voice behind you.
You turned. “You accessorized her?”
“Shes evolving.” You stared at him: tall, moody, dressed in grey sweats and a white tank, hair still damp from the shower.
“She’s in your chains.”
You blinked at him. Confused.
“And now she’s a bad bitch. Just like you.”
Your heart did a stupid little somersault. “You’re so weird."
He shrugged, walking over to loop his arms around you from behind.
“You’re literally the one who gave me a Hello Kitty in a leopard hoodie.”
“And now she looks like me too,” he shrugged. “Couple goals.”
You leaned into his chest, heart full. “You love her.”
“You dressed her like your mini-me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You turned to face him, arms around his neck. “You’re so full of shit.”
He grinned and kissed your forehead. “Maybe.”
You tugged him down by his neck. “Say you love her.”
He looked down at you, smirked, and whispered against your lips:
“Only because you gave her to me.”
AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! thank you for readinggg!!! ive been into writing alot of fluff lately cause theres so many materials on twt, but im FOR SURE going to write some jake smut after a certain video i saw, so be sure to wait for that if ur interested!!!
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