synopsis: maintaining a secret relationship with the second most feared girl at school never was easy. maybe the best thing about a secret relationship is hiding your affections in plain sight.
tag list: @frant1cfawn @dailyfreyad
author’s note: first time writing for riri timurov, please comment your feedback, i really appreciate it!
моя любовь — my love
⋆.˚ 📼 i like me better by lauv ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⋆˚࿔
Rich teenagers inheriting generational wealth often attended St. Dominic’s to receive a better awareness of the real world. St. Dominic’s never operated normally, but lessons are learned by gambling.
Life is a gamble. What truly matters is your reaction time and seeking better alternatives. You win gambles, your ranking rises on the student leaderboard. Lose, you risk getting into debt.
At first, Riri usually watched you from a distance, observing your every move. Your basic family history. Your common friends. Your favorite spots to lounge around school. Your eating habits and fashion style. Your common hairstyles. Everything and anything about you, Riri found out within a few months of observation.
Not like in a creepy obsessive way either. Instead, her perspective is a cute quiet yearning.
Yearners make the best lovers, right? In your case, Riri definitely did. From your beautiful brown skin to your preferred hairstyles, she’s lovestruck.
Like the sun, dangerous and unpredictable, might burn threatening lurkers. Riri represented the bright burning sunlight in the early morning. Like the moon, calm and serene, radiating that nostalgic presence. You represented the dim cool moonlight in the late night.
Two opposites attract, lingering in the other’s orbit.
Despite knowing all this, Riri never interacted with you, not afraid but too reluctant. Even so, most students are terrified of her, in addition to Kira’s second-in-command. They knew not to mess with Student Council, especially the Timurov Sisters.
She knew you heard of her, maybe even noticed her lingering form behind Kira. Riri sends admiring glances whenever she catches your gaze. Nobody caught her attention and admiration like you did. In all honesty, she never sought love but it unexpectedly hit her.
Content not displeased, Riri accepted fate’s offer. An offer to put herself for the first time.
At first, it’s awkward because she lacks dating experience and the necessary love from home. If she never grew up surrounded by the right love, how else is she supposed to show it to another girl? Much less, display the right amount of love and affection held for another person close to her heart? Someone for the first time who wasn’t her family. Someone who wasn’t her sister Kira or her parents.
Silent but steady. Dangerous but determined. Yet with you, she’s cautious but concerned. Still an upgrade towards personal development.
Keeping you at a safe distance was the only way Riri protected you from her poisonous father. To her best ability, she kept you away, until she couldn’t anymore.
Riri analyzed, prepared, bought, and planted her ideas first. Carefully constructed gifts placed on your desk or bed, neatly wrapped with a red satin bow. No matter the size of the gift box or the actual gift itself. Short beautifully cursive handwritten notes appeared too. Always with her ‘R’ signature attached, the familiarity was all too sweet.
She quietly yearned for your attention and affection, now holding both dearly close to her heart.
One day, Riri herself showed up at your dorm room and asked you out. As several dates continued, so did mutual interest blossom.
In private, Riri kept you closer, listened, and loved you deeply. She discards her masks to even more fully admire you. Her mask is a main vulnerability so by doing this, slowly letting her walls down. Only for you, even Kira’s never seen her at her lowest point.
There’s a reason why, and she loves you so much. Although being in a committed romantic relationship isn’t in her father’s favour, Riri still behaved accordingly.
She couldn’t risk her father using you as leverage, she’d never forgive herself if something happened to you. Her father saw her as a weapon but you saw her as a person. A person worthy of love and respect. She’s your person alone.
Hand holding. Cuddling. Kisses. Even the simplest of touches were kept behind closed doors. You weren’t confused or upset by her decision, but solely understanding.
The pressure of her family weighed heavily on her shoulders. Being a Timurov herself came with many expectations. So you were her safe place; someone she confided in– within the right time. When the pressure became too much, she embraced your loving solitude.
It takes a lot of stuff to break Riri down, your consolation made her heart swell, and talking became easier. Consolation is a foreign concept, so her acceptance required heavy vulnerability.
She found someone to love her demons as well. To take the bad and ugly with the good. To hold her when the silent nights become too deafening and when her cold bed lacks your comfort. To love her, despite the familial reputation always weighing on her heart.
Kira knew, Riri told her. She isn’t pleased but doesn’t argue with her sister. As long as Riri is happy, Kira supposed.
Necessarily your friendgroup caused you to be on Kira’s radar much to Riri’s dismay. Your girlfriend wanted to avoid you getting caught in the crossfire. Riri did her best, remaining stoically vigilant to Kira’s demands to avoid any sisterly suspicion. Her mask hid her true emotions; fluttering heartbeat and dilated eyes around your presence.
A small but exclusive necklace. Most couples wear matching bracelets or rings, but she wanted something else. Small but meaningful to her. Vague to everyone else but obvious to you two. Exchanged blood in the appearance of two vial necklaces.
Eccentric but thoughtful jewelry choice.
Once you suggested wearing blood vial necklaces as a joke, referring to your girlfriend’s all-black outfit style. Half of the time, Riri never got your jokes, so you brushed off her initial confusion and explained it. A few days later, Riri returned to your dorm, holding a gift box containing a clear blood vial necklace.
Pure confusion. Tinge of skepticism, but utterly enthusiastic about her gift described your emotions during that wholesome moment. However, Riri was internally impressed with her gift choice, you couldn’t reject the thoughtful gesture.
Ever since, neither girls were seen without the matching blood vial necklaces.
The annual gala was quickly approaching and dates were easily snatched. Your friendgroup consisting of Mary, Yumeko, Michael, and Ryan is discussing plans for the upcoming Bet Gala.
Just then, you saw a side bet on the leaderboard, already gaining favorable odds. Your girlfriend hardly participated in bets, let alone a side bet for the entire school to see. If anyone cared enough, they’d connect the dots and figure out the relationship. Goes to show how self-absorbed St. Dominic’s students were.
Oh well, their arrogance keeps your private relationship intact.
Fatal rumors mixed with rich eager teenagers and bored noisy parents, all an imminent recipe for disaster. As for your girlfriend, she’d dealt with too many damage controls to risk a potentially exposed relationship.
Maybe she’s throwing caution to the wind; her cold reputation ensured no gossip trails.
Big and bold, featured bet with odds being 2/1. ‘Y/N + Riri @ Bet Gala?’
Unable to fight the grin, your finger points in her direction and she nods. Without sparing a second thought, you left your friends at the pool table. You walk closer, shortening the distance and resting a hand on the railing with an unimpressed raised eyebrow.
“You’re not as subtle as you think.” Your eyes flickered to the leaderboard, referring to her bet.
Her gaze followed yours, “I wasn’t trying to be,” Her hands gently brushed against your knuckles, causing small goosebumps. The subtle touch elicited a low amused chuckle from Riri at your flustered state.
You’re almost too easy to fluster. She finds it adorable every time, hardly missing any open opportunities.
“In front of the whole school, that’s risky. Even for you.”
“Maybe so, but I don’t care.”
Suddenly, risk gets your girlfriend going?
You’re not exactly disappointed but highly intrigued by Risky Riri.
Reconnecting your gaze, she exhaled softly, staying silent for a while. Usually, Riri allows her eyes to speak whenever she’s too enamored to convey her thoughts out loud.
Completely mesmerized by your beauty, Riri admires you, putting her hand on the railing to pull herself closer. Closer to you.
Taking the initiative, she whispers in your ear, “I would really like to see you at the ball tonight, моя любовь.”
Fuck, her Russian accent is so goddamn hot!
She knows her certain effect, and proudly switches languages just to tease you. If that language tease doesn’t make you weak in the knees, nothing else will.
Leaning back and meeting her gaze again, you reply, “Who else would I go with?”
“Your friends seem to think something’s going on between us.” She gestured to your nosy friends. All four friends lacked complete decency, staring right ahead at the two girls.
“Can you blame them? You’re Kira’s secondhand, they’re terrified of you- well mostly the boys.” You chuckled, meeting her annoyed gaze.
She paused, eyebrows furrowed tightly, “You don’t think that right?” Even when the question lingered, Riri’s grip tightened on the stairs.
“Think what?” You blinked slowly at her sudden hesitation.
“That I’m a monster.”
Despite the decorated mask hiding her expressions, a small frown appeared. She tilted her head, the accessories on her mask glinting in the light above, supposedly waiting for your answer.
“No, never.” You frowned, wanting to caress her face, easing the growing insecurities. But you withheld your touch, getting lost in her sharp gaze, your tone softening and reassuring, “I could never see you as a monster. All I see when I look at you is my girlfriend, my loving girlfriend.”
“You promise?”
“Of course, I promise. I’d never see you as a monster.”
Immediately her dampened mood brightened at the reassuring statement.
“So I’ll see you tonight?” Riri softly murmured, already daydreaming about your date. On the same date she prepared two months ago, putting her best efforts into your perfect date.
None the wiser, your cluelessness further excited her. The anticipation would be worth your reaction, “You know how to find me.”
Barely hiding the grin, you nodded and gently tapped the blood vial necklace. In response, your girlfriend held out the blood vial necklace, black nails skimming over the glass vial before tapping it and leaving. You waited until Riri disappeared from your view before retreating to your friends.
“What was that all about?” Mary asked, gaze following Riri’s retreating form before drifting to yours.
“Nothing,” You hummed, smiling in recognition of her quiet movements.
Yumeko quirked an eyebrow, “Really? Sure didn’t look like nothing.”
“Why do you and Yumeko always attract the Timurov sisters? It’s like you two have a death wish.” Michael sighs tiredly.
You shrugged bashfully as Yumeko stood by your side, “There’s nothing wrong with attracting a little danger.”
“Little danger is Chad or Runa’s level. Heavy danger is Riri and Kira’s level.” Ryan intervenes, trying to convince either girl to come to their senses.
“If you guys want to know so bad, Riri asked me to be her date.”
“Why would you agree to that?” Michael asks, a mixture of petrified and concern laced in his tone. “Is she blackmailing you somehow?”
“Aren’t you going with Dori? Lose the hypocrisy, Michael.” You scoffed, arms crossed.
“That’s not the point, I was set up by Yumeko. You accepted of your own free will.”
If only your friends knew the half of it.
“Moving forward, I’m seriously the only friend going to this thing tonight.” The light-skinned girl groaned in annoyance. “Going alone is so pathetic.”
“Stay optimistic, I’ll save you a dance.” Yumeko offered.
You agreed, “Me too,”
“On a serious note, why did you agree to be Riri’s date?” Ryan insisted.
“Relax, it’s all for fun in the game.”
“Oh, you’re risking your social life here for fun?” Mary rhetorically asks, shaking her head, “God, I need smarter friends.”
You smirked, hip bumping Mary, who scoffs at the motion.
“People surprise you all the time,”
“You don’t,”
“I just might,”
Tonight was going to be absolutely unforgettable, you knew that.
I just wanted to ask where are my Riri Timurov fanfics??? Or MAERIRI??? Writers, come save us. BET has been out for two weeks and I'm still living on crumbs!
synopsis: Iris experiences a real relationship with you, without all the drama and controlling.
Riri Timurov
Emotional Supportive Cat
synopsis: riri receives an emotional support kitten gifted from her estranged mother. much to riri’s dismay at the gift, her girlfriend immediately falls prey to the feline.
I don’t think Riri’s ever received a gift that didn’t mean “go kill someone.” Like, genuinely. I bet you every “present” her father gave her was a different weapon, and a new kind of obedience. A reminder that love is earned through blood. That protection equals violence. That survival costs someone else.
So the first time Mary gives her something; just a little box, no instructions, no ceremony. Riri doesn’t even open it.
She just looks up at her, quiet and confused, and asks: “Who do you want me to kill?”
And Mary, horrified but trying to follow, just goes: “What?”
And Riri, still confused by her confusion, echoes: “What?” Because it doesn’t make sense. Gifts mean blood. Gifts are instructions. If it doesn’t come with a target, then what is it?
(Spoiler: it’s a dumb keychain. A little cat holding a plastic knife. Mary saw it at a gas station and said it reminded her of Riri. “Not because of the knife,” she added quickly, “but because you look all scary and dangerous but I think you just want someone to pet you.” Riri doesn’t know what to do with that information. She doesn’t open it until she’s alone.)
would anyone like it if i started to write for riri timurov? she’s so gorgeous! i can take requests but only fluff & angst right now. also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list for riri timurov.
1) riri and fem!reader are secretly dating but want something to shine out but also stay hidden simultaneously. riri suggests they do blood vial necklaces, she has your blood and you have her blood. apart from your different friend groups, nobody knows anything unless the notice lingering glances across the room.
2) riri’s mom brought a emotional supportive kitten to riri’s dorm room. the reader, her out and exclusive girlfriend drags riri back to her dorm room, excited and curious to figure out what’s in the box. riri reads the attached handwritten letter first before opening it to see a black kitten. it was an emotional support kitten.
yes, i’m back now, sorry for the unplanned hiatus, school was tiring, but i’m done!! so i plan on finishing my half-written requests!
✿ housewife!iris who makes the best lunchboxes for you with the most filling foods and a sweet treat that she baked herself for dessert. not to mention the cute little note with her handwriting.
✿ housewife!iris who makes you try her food all the time, looking at you expectantly while you savor it and smiles giddily once you give her a compliment. loves bringing the spoon to your mouth <3
✿ housewife!iris who absolutely adores to dress up pretty for you, her favorite colors are pink & white and she has a huge collection of headbands. always asks you to zip up her dresses - definitely not trying to tease.
✿ housewife!iris who refuses to let you leave the house for work without giving you a goodbye kiss and telling you that she loves you.
✿ housewife!iris who sits on your lap while you both watch tv in the evening, letting you tell her every detail about your favorite tv show playing.
✿ housewife!iris who links her arm with yours or wraps her fingers around your bicep while walking in public, guides you around the store and asks your opinion on clothes she finds nice.
✿ housewife!iris who swoons when she finds out you keep a picture of her in your wallet and also have one of the both of you at work.
✿ housewife!iris who begs you to get a cat so it can basically be like your kid and gets so happy when you finally say yes. it keeps her company every day and she loves when it curls up to the both of you at night.
✿ housewife!iris who again, likes to sit on your lap at all times, watching you enjoy the sandwich she made for you while pressing sweet kisses to your face.
✿ housewife!iris who adores to take care of you after a long day. brushes your hair after a warm shower and gives you the best massages, feeding you a warm meal right after.
nsfw!!
✿ housewife!iris who loves to please you so much, could spend hours and hours with her head buried between your legs. until you’re practically begging her to stop.
✿ housewife!iris who loses all of her determination to make it about you as soon as you focus on her, losing her mind at the way your fingers brush up her thigh and slip under her tiny skirt. turns into a pillow princess rather fast after that.
✿ housewife!iris who gets loud, voice whiny as she begs you to keep going, gripping your arm as you have your way with her. digs her pretty pink nails on your back while her mouth opens with pleasure.
✿ housewife!iris who wraps her legs around your waist, pressing her heels into your lower back as you thrust and whispering your name like a prayer.
✿ ! Has full devotion to you and only has eyes for you, sees you as her one and only person.
✿ ! Loves you so innocently, always looking at you with heart yes and the cutest smile across her face. Rests her chin on her hand while admiring you and forgetting about everything else.
✿ ! Constantly tells you about her feelings for you, never grows tired of showing you her affection. Compliments you in pretty much everything you do.
“i’ve loved you since i set eyes on you, you know? <3”
✿ ! Gets so giggly when you do it to her, even if you do something simple like telling her how much you love the outfit she’s wearing or compliment her hair.
✿ ! Slow dancing with her on the living room to some romantic 80s love song, her head resting on your shoulder with your arms around her waist.
✿ ! Plans the best dates ever for the both of you, loves to be in charge of that type of thing. Her favorites are picnics by the park, laying her head on your shoulder while you read a book.
✿ ! Is rather surprised when you don’t ever make a move on her, might overthink it at first and get insecure about it. But when the time comes and you tell her it’s just not something you wish to do, she’s more than happy with it.
✿ ! Iris is not opposed to being intimate with someone but doesn’t really feel like it’s something she needs to have a perfection relationship with you.
✿ ! Feels even more giddy at realizing you’re with her because of who she is and not because of some other type of interest.
✿ ! Knows about all of your interests and loves to indulge in them with you. Loves to hear you rant about your latest read and will never make you feel bad about talking a lot. Is always eager to rewatch your favorite movie for the 10th time.
✿ ! Comes up behind you while you’re cooking, wrapping her arms around you and resting her chin on your shoulder. Always tells you how good the food smells and how she’s excited to try it.
✿ ! If you compliment her clothes, know that she will remember your favorites and wear them more often. Not to mention she’s bought loads of clothes just because they were your favorite color.
✿ ! Texts you throughout the day about the most random things, likes to tell you about what she’s doing and you’re the first she tells if something happens.
✿ ! Calls you ‘baby’ like it’s your actual name. Pretty much SWOONS if you use pet names on her, mostly stuff like ‘pretty/gorgeous girl’.
“hey, pretty girl.”
“me? :))”
✿ ! Now that Iris is free from her ex boyfriend’s toxic grip and has someone who sees her as her own person, she finally gets a job. Probably works at something related to fashion and literally beams whenever you visit her at lunchtime.
✿ ! Loves to have something matching you. An outfit, a necklace, even socks. It makes everyone know that you’re both dating and she just loves to show you off.
✿ ! In that same matter, Iris always holds your hand while in public. Not just for the nice feeling of it but also because she just genuinely likes to follow you everywhere - as long as that doesn't bother you.
✿ ! Really loves music, your house always has some music playing on the speakers in the background while you're doing daily activities. You have a corner on your living room with a shelf full of records that you've been collecting for ages.
✿ ! The idea of having a domestic life with you is absolutely everything to her, decorates your house in the comfiest and homiest way possibly. All smiley everything she sees your toothbrushes next to one another on the cup or your both your shoes by the door.
✿ ! Is also a fan of flowers, has a little garden that she takes care of with her life. Gets literally giddy whenever you surprise her with flowers, has a vase that is specifically for the flowers that you give to her.
loser!travis martinez x popular!reader (1.4k words)
in which travis takes care of a very drunk you, unaware of the reciprocity of your feelings for him
warnings: throwing up (sorry 😭), pre-crash,
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Travis doesn’t want to be here, not at some frat boy’s house party after getting a call from one of your friends asking him to come to your rescue.
Every corner smells like alcohol, he fights the urge to give up and go home. You probably don’t even want him here, not him. But he doesn’t trust your friends enough to let you at their mercy.
Making his way to the backyard, he finds you sitting on a chair by the pool, lost in thought with a red cup and an empty look on your face.
He has to hold himself back from smiling. Even with a smudged mascara and a disveled looking hair, you still look like the prettiest girl in the world to him.
He slowly approaches you, being careful not to startle you as he slightly crouches to make his presence known.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asks gently, making you lift your gaze to him.
“Who are- Travis!” You practically squeal, catching him by surprise as you throw yourself in his arms for a hug.
He stumbles slightly at the force, catching you before the both of you almost trip over into the pool.
“What are you doing here?” You ask beaming, nuzzling into his warm and very much pounding. chest. He doesn’t remember ever being this close to you.
“Taking you home.” He answers simply, hoping you’ll be easy to convince.
“I don’t want to go home.” You pout, grabbing onto his arms for balance.
“Look, i don’t think it’s a good idea to stay for much longer. Not in your state, at lea-“ Travis stops trying to reason you once your expression starts to show discomfort.
He calls your name softly, immediately understanding once you pull yourself away from him to run towards the bin. You empty your stomach with a pained noise, making his heart soar at the sight.
Travis holds your hair, fingers pulling back the strands that fall onto your face.
“Maybe home is okay.” You groan after a moment, frowning at the weird taste in your mouth.
He doesn’t feel mean to say ‘i told you so’, but one raise of his eyebrows says enough of it. Softly, he pulls you up and guides you towards the house so you can finally leave, letting you lean on him for support.
The boy picks up a water bottle on the way out, swiftly moving through the crowd of drunken people until you can feel the cool air on your cheeks again.
His arm is around your shoulder and he enjoys the way you seem to lean closer than you have to because of the cold.
"Why would you even get so wasted?" He huffs.
"It's a party, silly." You giggle, eyes glassy from your hazy state. He's glad the walk to your house is quick.
"Right." He clears his throat trying to ignore your staring.
"My turn." You say excitedly and reach to boop his nose with your finger.
"What?" He raises his eyebrows in confusion.
"To ask a question." You clarify before adding, "Why would you be here?" You search his face intently with your eyes.
"Uhm- to take you home. I said it before." Travis feels himself flushing as he answers.
There is absolutely no chance you are about to find out about his rather obvious feelings for you in a drunk state. That would feel even more humiliating.
"You're so nice to me, Trav." Your voice comes out sweet like honey.
"Just trying to help." It takes everything to act cool when you're giving him compliments, he realizes even more now that he'd do everything to make you say it again.
"I had my friends to help me." You quip teasingly, like you want him to say something.
"I don't like your friends a lot." He practically grumbles, hating the thought of you sitting there for the whole night.
"Okay." You whisper softly, leaning your cheek against his shoulder on a thankful way. "Thank you for caring about me."
"Everybody cares about you." He finds himself blurting out. Why can't he not be a defensive jerk for a second? You've only been nice to him all evening.
"Not like you do." You mumble with a scrunch of your nose, thinking expression on your face as you look at the ground ahead.
It’s not long before you reach your house, his heart tightening at the thought of loosing the feeling of your warm cheek on his shoulder.
You stand on your porch for a moment, fishing your key from your pocket before playing with them awkwardly.
“No one is home.” You say tentatively, “You can come in for a while” With a shy smile on your face.
And how can he say no to that? He couldn’t even if he wanted to. You being shy is also not a usual
“Oh uhm- sure.” Travis blurts, stuffing his hands in his pocket.
You guide him inside, taking him up the stairs to your bedroom and sighing in relief once you catch sight of your bed. Throwing yourself on it, you bury your face into the soft pillows.
Him presses his fingers against his smile, taking in your comfortable form.
“You should really take these clothes off.” He quips, cheeks growing red as he realizes his words. “I mean- change them into pajamas or something, you know.”
“Too tired.” You mumble, seeming to ignore his awkward moment.
“I’ll get it. Tell me what drawer they’re in.” He offers, deciding not to give you a hard time and just help you get on with feeling better.
“Second.” You grumble, pulling yourself up from the bed. “I’ll brush my teeth while you do that.” Before disappearing into the bathroom.
Travis opens the drawer, pulling the clothes that look the comfiest and settling them down on your bed. He sits at the end of your bed, scared to even move and do the wrong thing.
"Sorry i look like a mess." You cringe as you walk back into the room, your makeup now removed and face glowing from your skincare. You sit by his side with a sweet tired smile.
"I think you look pretty." He finds himself saying, eyes widening at his own bluntness.
"Yeah?" Your expression suddenly softens, eyes practically burning into his soul as you tilt your head.
His breath catches, feeling like every dream he's ever had is finally coming true when you lean closer and brush your fingers past the strands of hair falling to his face.
But then his mind wonders, you're drunk. And that's all this is, you don't want it at all.
Gripping your hand gently, he pulls it away just to leave it by your lap. A confused frown forms on your face, eyebrows pulled together in what he can swear looks like hurt.
"You don't want me?" You question, slightly dramatic with your tired state.
"No- i mean yes. You know i do." It's all he's ever wanted, actually. Just not when it might be the first thing you regret when you wake up next morning. "Just not when you're drunk."
"I'm very lucid." You huff, eyes pleading as you pout. It makes him want to kiss it off.
But no. He's more respectful than that. With a sigh, he picks up your pyjamas from where he left them.
"You should change." He decides on saying.
"Yeah." You say in almost a whisper, making him pray you're not angry at him.
Travis can't help but dread the fact he's actually managed to be the one rejecting you - it was always meant to be the other way around. Turning away, he waits for you to get changed.
"Can you stay for a bit?" You plead as he turns back to you.
He should said no, his parents are going to kill him for getting home so late. It was already weird when he told them he was going out to a party.
"Course." He smiles gently, sitting on top of the covers next to you as you snuggle under them with a relieved sigh.
"Thank you, again." You reach to squeeze his hand.
He doesn't answer, retributing the squeeze before you both settle in a comfortable silence.
Travis stays until he's sure you're asleep, when you're breathing is even and your hand feels limp on his. Reaching to adjust the cover over you, he leaves with quiet steps.
Hoping that he's able to look you in the eye at school tomorrow.
