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Making me blush and shi-
all i want for christmas is you
pairing(s) → nishimura riki x fem!reader.
genre(s) → lots of fluff, crack, romance, high school au.
trope(s) → enemies to lovers, fake dating.
word count → 5466.
warning(s) → profanity, lots of teasing, riki is constantly flirting with the mc, childish banter, riki’s family is very nosey oops, a cute kiss.
summary → agreeing to accompany nishimura riki to a christmas party was probably the most stupid decision you made that day. or so you thought.
playlist → all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey and christmas tree by v (listen to it once the kissing scene starts <3)
taglist → @jjikyuu @maplecornia @doievoir @geniejunn @hwazoned @w3bqrl @n1k1tty @namjoooonieee @she-is-dreaming @youreverydayzebra@abdiitcryy @baekhyunstruly @heejojo @cherriruto @hime98 @luv4gyu @todorokiskitten @ac-ewow @atlas-sunshine @hoonstrology @heelariously @nc-teen @youngestdelacour @mygnolia @vantxx95 @yeonwon @jensrose @deonuism
author’s note → hello !! i’m a bit late, but a very merry christmas to all those who celebrate it ♡ i hope you liked this impromptu fic that i wrote in a day AHAH feedback, as always, is appreciated :D i hope you enjoy !!
You wondered if the universe hated you and had decided to fuck you over, or if you were just plain stupid.
Definitely the latter, you concluded as you watched the most horrifying scene you had ever witnessed unfold before your eyes.
You probably deserved everything coming your way for trusting Nishimura Riki earlier that day, but as a wise person had once said, even a girlboss has her weak moments.
And on the 25th of December, you were at your weakest.
Not only had your parents ditched you on Christmas to go on what they said was an urgent business trip, but had also left without so much as a goodbye.
You’d woken up to a house as silent as the grave. For a moment, you thought you’d been sucked into the Home Alone universe, what with the way you were shouting their names like a child lost in a crowd and wondering why the fuck they weren’t answering you.
You’d called and called and called their phones, but each time, you’d received the same monotonous response: the number you are calling is not reachable.
The first two hours, you were in a state of absolute panic. You had no idea where your parents were and why they weren’t picking up their phones. There were no post-it notes stuck to the refrigerator, and their bed was already made.
Where the hell were they?
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