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redoing my acc bc i act feel like posting stuff

[ time stamp: 5:57pm — sim jaeyun ]

a late happy birthday to my favorite aussie boy :)

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“layla!” you yell, beckoning the lively golden retriever to follow you as you run across a sunset-lit meadow. you affectionately pat layla’s head when she catches up with you, letting out a little huff when she jumps up on you and accidentally knocks you down with her previous momentum. 

jake laughs at you two from afar, sitting comfortably on the green plaid blanket you both had set onto the grass for your picnic. he smiles in adoration, loving that the two most important girls in his life get along so incredibly well. when you turn your head towards the setting sun and smile as layla licks your cheeks playfully, jake’s oxygen gets caught in his lungs; he can’t believe how beautiful you are. 

finally deciding that he’s jealous of the amount of time you’re spending with layla instead of him, he gets up and strides over to where you and his precious golden retriever lie in the tall grass. sensing his movements, layla looks behind her and bounds over to jake, momentarily leaving your side and giving you enough time to get onto your feet. as you dust the back of your jeans clean, jake ruffles layla’s fur and leans down to give her a kiss on the head. he looks up from his spot and takes in the way the light is hitting your cheeks, the soft curve of your nose, and the way your lips pull up into a bright yet questioning smile when you notice him staring at you and he falls in love with you all over again. 

“what?” you ask him, jokingly raising your eyebrows and squinting your eyes.

he laughs. “nothing, nothing at all.”

you roll your eyes at his answer and take his hand to tug him back to where you had situated your blanket and picnic basket; your food was getting cold and your drinks getting warm. “come on! i can basically taste the grilled cheese sandwiches i made earlier. and see! even layla is hungry, look at her.” the golden retriever in question barks in agreement, invoking a hearty laugh from the brunet boy. 

“okay, okay,” jake says, letting you pull him back to where he had been sitting previously. when you both take a seat next to each other, you let layla place her head in your lap and let jake wrap his arm around your waist securely. 

pulling out two grilled cheese sandwiches and a little snack for layla, you three watch the sun set into the horizon. or at least you and layla do, jake is too busy watching you to notice how far the sun had dipped below the outstretched sea.

[1:54] you sit by yourself in the convenient store as the sun began to set in front of you. just like everyday you woke up at six a.m and got ready, just like everyday you did your assignments in class and kept your grades up, just like everyday you rode the bus to the small corner store that you worked at. yet this day to be exact, felt different from the others. the instant ramen in front of you was halfway empty and the plastic bottle of juice unopened. as you leaned in for another bite, the sound of the door bell echoed throughout the small building. a rather tall boy with blonde hair and a similar school uniform that you wore everyday. you both make eye contact, the uncomfortable silence was too much to bear so the boy decided to start talking. “hi i came to apply for a job the other day…” he trailed his eyes down to a small part of the table. “what’s your name?” “ni-ki.” you gave him a small yet friendly smile, “i’m y/n, nice to meet you. i like your hair.” the shy boy trailed his eyes back up to your face, returning the smile.

Its been three years. You need to let jopping go

Jop off

Sunshine

—nishimura riki

PAIRING ▸ riki x reader

GENRE ▸ fluff, enemies to lovers, comedy

SUMMARY ▸ When Riki’s prank leads to the both of you having after school detention, he insists on walking you home

WORDCOUNT ▸ 2.422K

DISCLAIMERS & TAGS ▸ fem!reader, mild-strong language, written in 2nd person, lots of bickering, pranks and revenges, cringe nicknames and neoduri with— with spammm

"Nishimura get back here you bastard!" You yell, chasing Riki out of the classroom and into the hallways where his long—way too long— legs make it easier for him to rush up a flight of stairs and disappear from your sight.

You stop in the middle of the staircase, hunching over to catch your breath whilst also trying to calm yourself down. Why were you mad?

Riki threw slime in your hair.

You mentally curse him out, grip on the handlebar tightening. A sigh leaves your lips a mere second before you push off with all the force your legs have and run up the stairs at full speed. Fortunately for you, passing students quickly get out of the way, leaving you a clear path. You don't know if some people flinch because of how pissed you look, or simply because they got scared seeing a five-foot-seven girl charging in their direction with a weird, pink gooey lump tangled in her hair. Either way, you looked terrifying. Something worse than in a horror movie.

You halt at the top, head spinning from left to right in search for the boy who you would do anything to punch in the gut right about now. At the end of the corridor to your left, you spot a blond-haired boy. A big, toothy smile plays on his lips as he holds his index finger and thumb in an "L" shape on his forehead, hopping from side to side.

The corner of your lips twitch in fury and in a split second, you're after him again. You're a few meters away from him when Riki realizes he's done for once you get your hands on him and runs.

"Stupid asparagus! Screw you and your stupid skyscraper legs!" You attempt to shout, but your words come out in something that resembles more a screech. Like those over dramatic freshmen you saw last week that were crying their lungs out because a student pushed them out of the way.

Riki turns around, still running and tips his head to the side. Annoying rhubarb shaped kid, he looks like he's having a field day whilst I'm over here running as if Pennywise is chasing me with that dumb red balloon of his.

"Hey Sunshine! Love that new headband of yours! So pink and slime-y!" He sticks out his tongue. He's too busy laughing at you to notice his surroundings and trips on a pencil case. Unfortunately for him, he's not quick enough to save himself and ends up on the floor, gasps and shocked mutters erupting around him.

You take this as your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and get on top of him, fingers grasping his collar. That dumb smirk is wiped off his face and fear finally rises into his features. He vigorously shakes his head. "Y/n— no wait it was just a pran-"

"Kim Y/n! Nishimura Riki! What on earth are you two doing?" A sudden authoritative voice booms and you both freeze. "On your feet. Now."

Both you and Riki stand up, hands behind your backs and heads down. You hear Riki trying to hold on a laugh when he looks at your disheveled hair, and you stomp on his foot. He winces in pain, and you have to fight back a smirk. Deserved.

"Now would you two please tell me what in God's name were you doing causing such a ruckus in the hallways?"

Your head whips up so fast you almost pull a muscle. Suddenly, it's hard to swallow when the man's cat-like eyes stare right at you, clearly unhappy. "He put slime in my hair, sir!" You point to the six-foot-three kid next to you accusingly.

Whispers fill the corridor. Some giggle at how ridiculous your hair looks, others just look at you weirdly before entering their respective classrooms. Riki clears his throat next to you and speaks up. To you, rather than the teacher. "It was a prank! Your grumpy face needs a little brightness before it gets all wrinkly and you look like an old granny at 20!"

"Excuse me?!" You grab his collar, pulling him down to your height. Geez you gigantic creature, you could almost be mistaken as those ugly abnormal titans that run like crazy.

"Enough." You both flinch at the hard voice that sounds a lot more irritated than earlier. "Detention after school. Both of you. Now scram."

"Yes, sir!" The both of you now at him before walking away, heads down in shame. You manage to walk down the stairs without any bickering. Though you really—really— wanted to pinch the boy's ears in revenge.

The halls downstairs are empty, and you can only assume everyone is already in class. You're too busy trying to remove the slime from your hair to notice Riki slowing down until he's walking behind you, and in one quick motion, he shoves his foot into the back of your knee, making you let out an oomph! and fall flat on your face.

Riki's loud laugh rings in your ears as you groan and get up on your feet. You decide that you have had enough of his bullshit and raise your leg and—

"Ow what the hell! Why'd you kick me?!" He cries out in pain, clutching his stomach.

"Ugly giraffe. Because of you I have to wash my hair again today."

"Oh please, we both know how I'm just dripping with good looks, Sunshine." You gag at his cringey words, shaking your hand and waving him off as you continue walking and ignore him to save your sanity.

When the bell rings, a scowl paints itself on your face as you shove your stuff into your bag. You wave off your friends and watch them leave. Your frown deepens when Riki's head pops up in your face and you stumble back.

"What the hell Nishimura! Have you ever heard of the term personal space?" You watch him straighten himself up and raise an eyebrow.

"I don't know, Sunshine. Please do tell me what it is." He crosses his arms, a crooked smile picks at his lips and you almost explode again.

"Whatever." You mutter, aggressively throwing you bag over your shoulder and stomping out of the classroom, Riki following close behind.

You find your way to the detention room, bowing to the supervisor. Plopping down on the desk in the back corner, you glare at Riki, who sits down next to you.

The universe works in your favor and for the next hour, Riki finally leaves you alone.

But of course, you were too optimistic about him. As you walk out of the gates, you feel a harsh tug on your bag and stumble back, crashing into a certain blond-haired boy.

"What do you want now, Nishimura?" You attempt to take a step forward, halting because Riki still has a grip on your backpack. "Can you like— I don't know? Get the hell off of me?"

You struggle against him, and when you think he's finally done Riki wraps his arms around you. "Hey! What the—"

"Oh my God you're going to burst my eardrums, Sunshine." Riki's unexpectedly deep voice echoes in your right ear. Chills run up your spine and you stop breathing for a moment. "Let me walk you home."

"What? No! Scram you lanky giant!" You finally push him off you, turning around to face his amused expression.

"Why not?" He raises his chin, peering down at you.

"Because I don't want you to?"

"But why?"

"God can you leave me the hell alone?" You massage your temples, tapping your foot on the ground in irritation.

"If you let me walk you home, sure."

At this point, you've had it. You stare at him for a moment, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. After a few seconds, you sigh in defeat. "Fine. But don't get used to it, Nishimura."

His face lights up. "Awesome!" That stupid gummy smile is back on his face and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

You walk away from your weirdly excited classmate, half wishing he was joking but alas, Riki runs up to you, skipping in front of you as the both of you cross the street and walk along the sidewalk.

You pass a few blocks before Riki pulls you in a convenience store. "Now what are we doing here, Nishimura?"

You're too tired too lash out at him, and he somehow notices, which makes his stupid smile grow bigger. He completely ignores your question and searches the isles. You automatically follow him, not wanting to be left stranded in the middle of the store.

He stops at the instant noodle isle, crouching down to scan the different cup noodles. He picks one up, shoving it into your hands. "You like Neoduri, right? With spam?" In a mere second, he's gone from your field of vision.

You're surprised at how he knows your eating habits, jaw almost dropping as your feet suddenly feel heavy when you try to figure out wherever the hell he wandered off to. Luckily for you, he's already back with a can of spam and soda, piling them up in your arms along with the snacks he chose for himself.

When he takes your arm to go pay, you almost drop everything, but he doesn't notice. If he did, he didn't make it obvious. Riki slides a twenty dollar bill to the cashier and thanks her when she hands him his change.

"Hurry up Sunshine, I'm starving here." He says, which makes you scowl.

"Then why don't you help me instead of making me carry all of this, huh?" Again, he completely ignores you and sets his bag down on a table instead. You follow suit, glaring at the boy who innocently smiles.

You're confused when he's gone again. You notice how the ramen he bought for you is nowhere to be found on the table. Why did the universe have to give that kid such long legs he disappears so quickly? Geez.

A few minutes later, Riki comes back, only to find you hunched over the table, head resting on your folded arms. An airy chuckle leaves his lips, setting down the cup in front of you and sliding into a seat.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of a can being opened and you straighten up, meeting Riki's gaze. "Well good morning, sleeping beauty. Did you have a nice nap?"

He mocks you, and you roll your eyes. "Shut up, Nishimura."

"Oh please you love me."

"To hell with that."

"You can't deny it forever, Sunshine. Now eat up." Riki takes the wooden chopsticks that sit on the top of the ramen cup and breaks them apart, handing them over to you and pushing the soda can in front of you.

You're too hungry to come up with a response and instead listen to him, opening the lid and halting when you see that Riki already put chunks of spam into your ramen. You shake your head, disregarding it and digging in.

"You should really stop skipping lunch, Sunshine." Riki suddenly says, which makes you choke on your noodles.

"Why should I?" You manage through coughs, and it's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Stop being so stubborn, you know you never have enough energy to concentrate in class."

"And how the hell do you know that, Nishimura? Do you stare at me in class or something?"

"Well," he pops a chip into his mouth. "It's kind of hard to miss a zombie in the back of the class, ya know?"

"Oh shut up, Nishimura." You roll your eyes again, and he laughs.

The both of you are suddenly silent, atmosphere growing thicker. But yet somehow, it's still a comfortable silence. At least, until Riki opens his mouth again.

"Riki, Sunshine. Not Nishimura. Just Riki."

You scoff, “Y/n, Riki. Not Sunshine. Just Y/n.” You mock him, and confusion grows on your features when Riki smiles widely.

“What now?” You groan, gaze landing on his fluffy hair just a second before going to his stupid, punchable face.

“Nothing, you just called me Riki.”

Crossing your arms, you raise your chin at him competitively. “Yeah, now you better stop with the stupid nickname.”

He nods, “Fine, I will.”

“You better, Nishi— I mean—Riki.”

Riki giggles at the way you corrected yourself and goes back to eating. You two spend the next few minutes in silence as you finish up your food before heading out.

You’re quietly walking alongside Riki when he suddenly stops a passerby who’s walking his dog. “Oh my gosh, is that a Golden Retriever?”

The dog’s owner smiles fondly at the Japanese boy, “Yes, her name is Layla. You can pet her if you’d like.”

At that, Riki’s eyes light up so bright you could’ve sworn no star could compare to them. You watch as he gets on his knees and pets the dog who returns the affection, practically jumping on his lap and he laughs in contentment.

“She seems to like you a lot, child. She doesn’t usually like people.” The man says, making you smile unconsciously.

“She’s so cute!” Riki pets the top of her head one last time before standing up and bowing to the man who bids you both goodbye.

When Riki turns to you, his brow raises. “What are you smiling at?” He tilts his head to the side.

You immediately frown, clearing your throat. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

Riki can only chuckle at your reaction, watching you walk away. Your hair is still a mess, but at least you got the slime out and managed to brush it a little, though you’ll definitely have to wash it later to get rid of the residue.

“Hey Sunshine!” You cringe at the name, lip twitching in anger.

“I told you not to call me tha-!” You stop when he holds up his phone, pointing to the device. Your eyes widen in horror. His lock screen is a a picture of you sleeping comfortably in the convenience store. Your heartbeat speeds up and blood rushes to you face as you clench your fists at your side. The boy only adds fuel to the fire inside you by sticking his tongue out and dashing off.

“Nishimura Riki!” You roar, feet kicking off the ground as you run after him, yelling out profanities as the boy only laughs at you.

Oh boy, here we go again.