[eneiyri]

ENHYPEN AU WRITER. NANA . 18 YRS OLD. MAIN MASTERLIST - LATEST WORK

REQUESTS R CLOSED. TAKEN ANONS -> ᓚᘏᗢ

[arigato-rei]

TOJI FUSHIGURO AS A DAD

and his not so well suited co-parent friends...

(i got it from an image and thought it was really funny to recreate it)

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[siriusly-parker]

me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

[eneiyri]

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

I am not very active on Tumblr as I have been very busy with university, but this specific ask stuck out in my inbox and by no means would I ever ignore it. To my followers, please take some time in your day to look into this.

[orchidame]

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[eneiyri]

anyone who hates on him was probably dropped on the head as a baby

[eneiyri]

IT’S SO OVER IT’S SO OVER IT’S SO OVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[eneiyri]

i don't want you to go to bed, mad at me

pairing: jake x reader word count: 2.2k type: angst, fluff. synopsis: in the middle of an argument, you want to go to sleep— but jake refuses for either of you to go to bed feeling mad at one another. warnings: slight arguing, mentions of breaking up, jake being the sweetest guy he is, there’s no specific mention of the reason why the argument started, overthinking, reassurance, comfort, lmk if there’s more i shld add

make sure to listen to this song as you read. it is the song that the story is based on. [ mad by ne-yo ] (rlly sets the mood, ngl)

Before you and Jake started dating, there has always been one established rule that the both of you agreed on. Never go to bed mad at the other. Always resolve and communicate about your problems before going to sleep. Never leave it for the next day.

It remained consistent, until tonight. For the first time in your four-year-long relationship, you think you can’t follow that rule as the millionth yawn leaves your lips in the middle of an argument.

Jake sat on the couch; his face buried in his hands as he heaved a sigh again. No words were shared, and the silence between the both of you was deafening. After yelling over each other for nearly 20 minutes straight, you figured it was stupid to open your mouth again— knowing it’d lead to another screaming match.

Seated on the other couch, you found yourself fidgeting with the bracelet on your wrist. “This isn’t working, we’re going back and forth.” You tell him, tone different from the one you used earlier. He looks at you, shoulders slumping. “Well, if you’d just listen to me, we would be done with this.”

“Jake, you won’t even listen to me.” Tightness is evident in your eyes and voice as you look at him. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “This is so stupid.” He muttered under his breath, and you could barely hear it. But you do.

“Well, I’m sorry if it’s so stupid, maybe, just like you said— if we weren’t trying to scream over each other, this would’ve been done an hour ago.” You tell him, trying to fight your drowsiness.

Jake looks at you when you say that, taking in the tone of your voice. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you rose from your seat on the couch, crossing your arms. “I’m going to bed,” You announce, the words leaving your mouth causing a small trigger of panic in your lover's mind.

“Y/n,” He gets up as well, trying to get you to look at him— not liking where this is going. You look down at your hands, “We both are tired. As much as I want to talk about this…” Your words trail off as you move towards the door frame between the living room and the hallway. “I think we need to cool off before we say anything too crazy.”

You don’t see it, but Jake’s expression falls as soon as those words leave your lips, and he curses to himself as you submerge into the hallway, away from his sight. “Fuck,” He sits back down, running a hand frustratingly through his hair.

After half an hour passed, you stood in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth after finishing your skincare routine. The door to the bathroom opened, and Jake had a pinched mouth as he moved past you, reaching for his toothbrush.

You quickly finished up brushing your teeth, refusing to be in the same room as him any longer— the silence killing you slowly. You refused to show him how vulnerable you are, choosing to avoid his eyes as you put your toothbrush away and trudged out of the bathroom.

As soon as you shut the bathroom door behind you, Jake stared at himself in the mirror. He hated every second of that silent treatment of yours, and he was determined to fix things before it could lead into the next day.

You were lying on your side of the bed, turned away from Jake’s. You feel the bed dip from behind you, and Jake doesn’t spare another second before talking to you. “I don’t want to go to bed. Not like this,” he tells you.

Your lip’s part, but no words leave your mouth.

“What about the rule?” He asks when you don’t give him a response. “What happened to not going to bed angry at one another?” He adds, desperation laced in his voice.

When those words leave his mouth, you can’t help but feel bad. It was a rule you both established, and agreed on— so this time, you take a minute to think of how to respond. But before anything, Jake unknowingly shuts those thoughts down as soon as he mumbles a short ‘good night’.

In defeat, you move carefully, turning to look at him. Only to be met by Jake’s back facing you, just like you had done to him.

Biting your lip, sadness crept into your body as you turned away once more— the tiredness in your body dissipating like it was never there to begin with. Still, you try to fight with your thoughts and attempt to go to sleep.

You looked at your phone for the nth time, watching time pass. It’s been 3 hours, and your restless attempts of going to sleep have gone nowhere. You fought internally with yourself and kept turning, looking towards Jake after you assumed he’d fallen asleep.

Your boyfriend’s back is still facing you, and your emotions get the best of you as tears well in your eyes— threatening to slip out. He fell asleep so easily.

After a couple more minutes, you blink your tears away and decide to text your best friend, knowing she would be up. Hey Ningning, can I come to sleep over?

Receiving a text message of confusion and follow-up of approval, you sit up from your spot— but before you make the move to get up, you look at your boyfriend once more. A frown settles on your face, looking at his ruffled hair pressed against his pillow. As much as you badly wanted to run your hands through it, you shook your head and looked back to your side of the bed, ready to get up.

“What are you doing?” Jake’s voice fills the silence of the room. You had no idea, but during that entire time you were stirring around— he did not get even a blink of sleep. He felt the bed shift whenever you’d turn to look at him, but when he felt the dip from your side rise, he knew you’d gotten up.

“I’m going to Ningning’s apartment.” You mumble, unable to look at him. Jake stills at this and sits up slowly when he processes your words. Your phone is swiped from your hands as quickly as you’d reach to grab it.

Going to bed pissed at one another is already a living hell for Jake, but you being pissed to the point where you feel like you can’t even sleep in the same bed as him? No. He had to do something. Quick.

You finally turn to look at Jake, “Jaeyun, give it back.” Your voice is small but desperate. It’s only then that you realize you can actually see your boyfriend, the moonlight slipping through the window perfectly structuring his facial features. “No.” He shook his head at you, putting your phone on his side.

“No?” You echo what he said, confused. “Not until we talk properly.” He exhales deeply, clearly tired from the past couple of hours.

Silence engulfs your bedroom, and you can’t bring yourself to respond to him anymore, thoughts filling your mind when the words ‘talk’ echo in your head. Talking could mean anything, you thought to yourself.

Jake takes in your silence, and he hates how quiet you’ve gotten. For some weird reason, he found himself wishing you’d just yell at him again, just like the both of you had been hours prior. But he could tell you were thinking again, and this time— you completely shut him out. And he hates that during times like these, he’s unable to read your thoughts like he usually can.

“Baby—”

“Are we breaking up?” You asked, voice shaking slightly. Jake’s facial expression drops almost immediately when those words leave your mouth, “What?” He lets out, tone heavily coated in disbelief.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you’re quick to bring a hand to your mouth when you realize you said that out loud. “Sorry,” you tell him, looking away. For once, you felt like you couldn’t look at your boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“Holy shit.” Is all Jake could say for a couple of seconds, before looking at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Is that what you were thinking?” He asked you, hovering his other hand over arm as a signal to look at him. “That I want to break up?”

Hardly being able to speak correctly, you frown at him as soon as your eyes examine his soft gaze. “I thought…” You started, and his fingers unconsciously began to caress your hands. “I don’t know, it sounds like—”

“We are not breaking up,” He spoke softly when he cut you off, making you lie back in bed with him. You yelp and almost scold him before he continues.

“Yeah, we argued, and yeah, we said mean things to one another, but we are not breaking up.” He’s looking you in the eye, his other hand finding your waist— meaning to pull you closer towards him. “This is something we are working through together, it’s what will bring us closer.”

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, and you desperately try to fight them— only to fail miserably when Jake smiles sadly at you. “I love you, Y/n. Fights and arguments are normal, and as long as we’re alright by the end of them— before we go to bed— I know I’ll love you even more as the next day comes by.”

You cry into his chest as he buries his face into your neck, almost like magnets as you press into each other’s warmth. “Talk to me, baby.” Jake spoke after a couple of minutes, desperate to hear your voice once more, “Just let me hear you.”

“Jaeyun,” Your voice sounds like a drawl, hardly above a whisper. “Jaeyun, I love you.” Is what leaves your lips, letting your fingers grasp onto Jake’s hoodie. “I hate it when we argue.”

He frowns, pulling back and looking you in the eye. “Me, too.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “We always want to be the one who’s right.”

“I don’t even remember what started this argument,” You give him a soft smile, and Jake’s pupils dilate at the sight. “I think it only got worse when I mentioned going to bed…”

Jake hums, “We were in the middle of arguing baby, I didn’t want you going to sleep mad at me.” He moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, staring at you. “I couldn’t even sleep.”

You give him a look of confusion, “But Yun,” You started, and you swear that his eyes brightened up at your usual nickname of endearment for him. “Yeah, baby?” He responds, his voice soft— urging you to continue.

“You were asleep… You stayed in one spot for three hours.” You mumble, head resting comfortably on his bicep, his hand landing on your waist as he tugged you closer.

“Baby, I was awake.” He tells you. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to turn around and take you into my arms.” He heaves a sigh, shaking his head at memory. He feels your body shake slightly, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “Are you cryi—”

“I can’t believe you stayed still for three whole hours…” You laugh into his neck, your shoulders shaking. Jake lets out a breath of relief, all the tension leaving his body when he realizes you weren’t crying but laughing.

After a couple seconds, he finds himself laughing too, “Yeah, me too.”

You look at him for a couple seconds, and he seems to catch your gaze. “Hi,” He lets out, his voice sounding breathless. A soft smile forms on your lips, “Hi.” You responded in the same energy. “Everything’s okay between us, right?” You ask him, searching for reassurance.

“Because I’m honestly beginning to feel sleepy.” You mumble groggily, throwing an arm around his body.

Jake stares at you for a couple of seconds, before pressing his lips on yours. You’re taken aback for a couple seconds, but quickly melt into the kiss when he pulls you closer.

You two kiss for a while, and Jake pulls away to let you catch your breath. He smiles against your lips, “Yeah, everything’s okay. Everything’s perfect, baby.” He says it twice, to let it sink in your head that it’s okay. That you two will be perfectly fine tomorrow morning. Jake grins, “We can sleep now.” He spoke softly as your eyes fluttered close. “Good night, Y/n. I'll be right here when you wake up in the morning."

“Good night, Yun. See you.”

copyright © eneiyri 2023 a/n: jake brain rot but when am i not

[eneiyri]

id be lying if i said i was working on smth rn when in reality im just lurking to read

[eneiyri]

AAA I LOVED YOUR JAKE PIECE. i was an active follower of yours before you moved to tumblr!! i have always really loved your writing ??? and u said u havent written in so long but IM NGL UR WRITING GOT SO MUCH BETTER ?? it was already good and got even better... i can't stop reading "i don't want you to go to bed, mad at me", i followed you for your nct dream content, but now im staying for your enhypen stuff ! i hope you have a great day ahead! 💞

UR SO CUTE ANON 😭

thank you so much for your love and support for my latest piece 🙁🤏 it’s nice to know people who have supported me since day one and still here! that comment about you saying my writing got even better made me so happy like 😓😓 u have no idea how wide my smile got </3

im glad you’re staying here for the enhypen venturing too 🤍

[eneiyri]

who is your bias in enhypen?

oh... to me, that's like asking me to choose between my mom or dad... sorry anon, but if it's enhypen im a homie hopper 4L. HOMIE HOPPER TILL I DIE... i said it once ill say it again !! 😅🙏

[eneiyri]

I love your writing!! Ru planning to write more? (Any current wips or ideas?)

Also, can I be 🌟 anon?

thank you bae u have no idea how much that means to me LMAO i haven't written an entire piece for so long now... i'm glad you're enjoying it though !!

of course, welcome <33

[eneiyri]

ENHYPEN

the only group i write for.

LEE HEESEUNG

nothing yet !

PARK JONGSEONG

nothing yet !

SIM JAEYUN

i don’t want you to go to bed, mad at me

GENRE: angst, fluff SYPNOSIS: in the middle of an argument, you want to go to sleep— but jake refuses for either of you to go to bed feeling mad at one another. based on the song MAD by Ne-Yo.

PARK SUNGHOON

only show me this side of you

GENRE: fluff, slightly suggestive SYPNOSIS: you urge sunghoon to go to your mutual friend’s party, hoping to see how he would act whilst drunk. only for the opposite to happen, and sunghoon deals with you, his very whiny but cute girlfriend.

KIM SUNOO

nothing yet !

YANG JUNGWON

nothing yet !

NISHIMURA RIKI (NI-KI)

first snow, first love GENRE: youthful love, fluff SYPNOSIS: y/n calls riki by his given name for the first time while on a date (in Japan it is respectful to call someone by their last name before their first.)

copyright ©️ eneiyri 2023.

[eneiyri]

i don't want you to go to bed, mad at me

pairing: jake x reader word count: 2.2k type: angst, fluff. synopsis: in the middle of an argument, you want to go to sleep— but jake refuses for either of you to go to bed feeling mad at one another. warnings: slight arguing, mentions of breaking up, jake being the sweetest guy he is, there’s no specific mention of the reason why the argument started, overthinking, reassurance, comfort, lmk if there’s more i shld add

make sure to listen to this song as you read. it is the song that the story is based on. [ mad by ne-yo ] (rlly sets the mood, ngl)

Before you and Jake started dating, there has always been one established rule that the both of you agreed on. Never go to bed mad at the other. Always resolve and communicate about your problems before going to sleep. Never leave it for the next day.

It remained consistent, until tonight. For the first time in your four-year-long relationship, you think you can’t follow that rule as the millionth yawn leaves your lips in the middle of an argument.

Jake sat on the couch; his face buried in his hands as he heaved a sigh again. No words were shared, and the silence between the both of you was deafening. After yelling over each other for nearly 20 minutes straight, you figured it was stupid to open your mouth again— knowing it’d lead to another screaming match.

Seated on the other couch, you found yourself fidgeting with the bracelet on your wrist. “This isn’t working, we’re going back and forth.” You tell him, tone different from the one you used earlier. He looks at you, shoulders slumping. “Well, if you’d just listen to me, we would be done with this.”

“Jake, you won’t even listen to me.” Tightness is evident in your eyes and voice as you look at him. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “This is so stupid.” He muttered under his breath, and you could barely hear it. But you do.

“Well, I’m sorry if it’s so stupid, maybe, just like you said— if we weren’t trying to scream over each other, this would’ve been done an hour ago.” You tell him, trying to fight your drowsiness.

Jake looks at you when you say that, taking in the tone of your voice. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you rose from your seat on the couch, crossing your arms. “I’m going to bed,” You announce, the words leaving your mouth causing a small trigger of panic in your lover's mind.

“Y/n,” He gets up as well, trying to get you to look at him— not liking where this is going. You look down at your hands, “We both are tired. As much as I want to talk about this…” Your words trail off as you move towards the door frame between the living room and the hallway. “I think we need to cool off before we say anything too crazy.”

You don’t see it, but Jake’s expression falls as soon as those words leave your lips, and he curses to himself as you submerge into the hallway, away from his sight. “Fuck,” He sits back down, running a hand frustratingly through his hair.

After half an hour passed, you stood in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth after finishing your skincare routine. The door to the bathroom opened, and Jake had a pinched mouth as he moved past you, reaching for his toothbrush.

You quickly finished up brushing your teeth, refusing to be in the same room as him any longer— the silence killing you slowly. You refused to show him how vulnerable you are, choosing to avoid his eyes as you put your toothbrush away and trudged out of the bathroom.

As soon as you shut the bathroom door behind you, Jake stared at himself in the mirror. He hated every second of that silent treatment of yours, and he was determined to fix things before it could lead into the next day.

You were lying on your side of the bed, turned away from Jake’s. You feel the bed dip from behind you, and Jake doesn’t spare another second before talking to you. “I don’t want to go to bed. Not like this,” he tells you.

Your lip’s part, but no words leave your mouth.

“What about the rule?” He asks when you don’t give him a response. “What happened to not going to bed angry at one another?” He adds, desperation laced in his voice.

When those words leave his mouth, you can’t help but feel bad. It was a rule you both established, and agreed on— so this time, you take a minute to think of how to respond. But before anything, Jake unknowingly shuts those thoughts down as soon as he mumbles a short ‘good night’.

In defeat, you move carefully, turning to look at him. Only to be met by Jake’s back facing you, just like you had done to him.

Biting your lip, sadness crept into your body as you turned away once more— the tiredness in your body dissipating like it was never there to begin with. Still, you try to fight with your thoughts and attempt to go to sleep.

You looked at your phone for the nth time, watching time pass. It’s been 3 hours, and your restless attempts of going to sleep have gone nowhere. You fought internally with yourself and kept turning, looking towards Jake after you assumed he’d fallen asleep.

Your boyfriend’s back is still facing you, and your emotions get the best of you as tears well in your eyes— threatening to slip out. He fell asleep so easily.

After a couple more minutes, you blink your tears away and decide to text your best friend, knowing she would be up. Hey Ningning, can I come to sleep over?

Receiving a text message of confusion and follow-up of approval, you sit up from your spot— but before you make the move to get up, you look at your boyfriend once more. A frown settles on your face, looking at his ruffled hair pressed against his pillow. As much as you badly wanted to run your hands through it, you shook your head and looked back to your side of the bed, ready to get up.

“What are you doing?” Jake’s voice fills the silence of the room. You had no idea, but during that entire time you were stirring around— he did not get even a blink of sleep. He felt the bed shift whenever you’d turn to look at him, but when he felt the dip from your side rise, he knew you’d gotten up.

“I’m going to Ningning’s apartment.” You mumble, unable to look at him. Jake stills at this and sits up slowly when he processes your words. Your phone is swiped from your hands as quickly as you’d reach to grab it.

Going to bed pissed at one another is already a living hell for Jake, but you being pissed to the point where you feel like you can’t even sleep in the same bed as him? No. He had to do something. Quick.

You finally turn to look at Jake, “Jaeyun, give it back.” Your voice is small but desperate. It’s only then that you realize you can actually see your boyfriend, the moonlight slipping through the window perfectly structuring his facial features. “No.” He shook his head at you, putting your phone on his side.

“No?” You echo what he said, confused. “Not until we talk properly.” He exhales deeply, clearly tired from the past couple of hours.

Silence engulfs your bedroom, and you can’t bring yourself to respond to him anymore, thoughts filling your mind when the words ‘talk’ echo in your head. Talking could mean anything, you thought to yourself.

Jake takes in your silence, and he hates how quiet you’ve gotten. For some weird reason, he found himself wishing you’d just yell at him again, just like the both of you had been hours prior. But he could tell you were thinking again, and this time— you completely shut him out. And he hates that during times like these, he’s unable to read your thoughts like he usually can.

“Baby—”

“Are we breaking up?” You asked, voice shaking slightly. Jake’s facial expression drops almost immediately when those words leave your mouth, “What?” He lets out, tone heavily coated in disbelief.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you’re quick to bring a hand to your mouth when you realize you said that out loud. “Sorry,” you tell him, looking away. For once, you felt like you couldn’t look at your boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“Holy shit.” Is all Jake could say for a couple of seconds, before looking at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Is that what you were thinking?” He asked you, hovering his other hand over arm as a signal to look at him. “That I want to break up?”

Hardly being able to speak correctly, you frown at him as soon as your eyes examine his soft gaze. “I thought…” You started, and his fingers unconsciously began to caress your hands. “I don’t know, it sounds like—”

“We are not breaking up,” He spoke softly when he cut you off, making you lie back in bed with him. You yelp and almost scold him before he continues.

“Yeah, we argued, and yeah, we said mean things to one another, but we are not breaking up.” He’s looking you in the eye, his other hand finding your waist— meaning to pull you closer towards him. “This is something we are working through together, it’s what will bring us closer.”

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, and you desperately try to fight them— only to fail miserably when Jake smiles sadly at you. “I love you, Y/n. Fights and arguments are normal, and as long as we’re alright by the end of them— before we go to bed— I know I’ll love you even more as the next day comes by.”

You cry into his chest as he buries his face into your neck, almost like magnets as you press into each other’s warmth. “Talk to me, baby.” Jake spoke after a couple of minutes, desperate to hear your voice once more, “Just let me hear you.”

“Jaeyun,” Your voice sounds like a drawl, hardly above a whisper. “Jaeyun, I love you.” Is what leaves your lips, letting your fingers grasp onto Jake’s hoodie. “I hate it when we argue.”

He frowns, pulling back and looking you in the eye. “Me, too.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “We always want to be the one who’s right.”

“I don’t even remember what started this argument,” You give him a soft smile, and Jake’s pupils dilate at the sight. “I think it only got worse when I mentioned going to bed…”

Jake hums, “We were in the middle of arguing baby, I didn’t want you going to sleep mad at me.” He moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, staring at you. “I couldn’t even sleep.”

You give him a look of confusion, “But Yun,” You started, and you swear that his eyes brightened up at your usual nickname of endearment for him. “Yeah, baby?” He responds, his voice soft— urging you to continue.

“You were asleep… You stayed in one spot for three hours.” You mumble, head resting comfortably on his bicep, his hand landing on your waist as he tugged you closer.

“Baby, I was awake.” He tells you. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to turn around and take you into my arms.” He heaves a sigh, shaking his head at memory. He feels your body shake slightly, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “Are you cryi—”

“I can’t believe you stayed still for three whole hours…” You laugh into his neck, your shoulders shaking. Jake lets out a breath of relief, all the tension leaving his body when he realizes you weren’t crying but laughing.

After a couple seconds, he finds himself laughing too, “Yeah, me too.”

You look at him for a couple seconds, and he seems to catch your gaze. “Hi,” He lets out, his voice sounding breathless. A soft smile forms on your lips, “Hi.” You responded in the same energy. “Everything’s okay between us, right?” You ask him, searching for reassurance.

“Because I’m honestly beginning to feel sleepy.” You mumble groggily, throwing an arm around his body.

Jake stares at you for a couple of seconds, before pressing his lips on yours. You’re taken aback for a couple seconds, but quickly melt into the kiss when he pulls you closer.

You two kiss for a while, and Jake pulls away to let you catch your breath. He smiles against your lips, “Yeah, everything’s okay. Everything’s perfect, baby.” He says it twice, to let it sink in your head that it’s okay. That you two will be perfectly fine tomorrow morning. Jake grins, “We can sleep now.” He spoke softly as your eyes fluttered close. “Good night, Y/n. I'll be right here when you wake up in the morning."

“Good night, Yun. See you.”

copyright © eneiyri 2023 a/n: jake brain rot but when am i not

[eneiyri]

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Riki x GN!Reader GENRE: Fluff, established relationship, Y/n and Riki are on a date, first snow (= first love) SYPNOSIS: In which Y/n calls Riki by his name for the first time while on a date (In Japan it is respectful to call someone by their last name, and since y/n and Riki are in an established relationship I thought it would be a good idea)

“That movie was good,” Riki yawned, stretching out his arms as you both walked out of the theatre room. 

You lift an eyebrow, “Nishimura, you didn’t even watch it properly. I swear ninety percent of what you saw were your arms, scaredy cat.” 

He clears his throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, and you laugh. 

Riki soon takes something out of his pocket as you rummage through your things, looking for your phone. 

When you finally find your phone, you look up at him to show him, but he holds something up.

Your boyfriend watches as your eyes widen immediately, “Arcade cards?” You let out, clearly excited. 

Riki’s smile is wide when he gets the reaction he wanted from you. “Yeah, I bought them a couple days ago.”

You take them into your hands when he passes them to you, “We have to play the claw machine.” 

“Of course,” He rolls up his sleeves dramatically. “Just tell me which one you want and I’ll get it for you. Just name it.”

You chortle, “Is that so?” You raise an eyebrow at him, taking in the challenging expression of your boyfriend. “Then the duck. I want the duck.”  

He furrowed his eyebrows, “The duck?” He repeats in a questioning voice, making sure he heard you right. 

“Yes, it’s so cute.” You tell him, leaning against the claw machine glass watching your boyfriend’s lips press together confusingly. “Looks like you,” You add.

He shakes his head, “Don’t you think the Puma is cuter, baby? Doesn’t that one look more like me?” He looks at you. 

You take your turn to shake your own head, “Nope, you’re a duck. Especially with those cute lips of yours, baby.” You say, emphasising the last word in his tone of voice.

“Come on, don’t—“ “Unless you think it’ll be easier to get the Puma, Nishimura. Then that’s okay with me too.”

Riki stills at this, before looking at the claw machine and swiping the card. “Oh, I’ll get you that duck.”

“Nishimura, you’ve spent nearly two cards on this game, you really don’t have to get it.” You tell him, tugging on his sleeve.

He shakes his head, “No, you want the duck so I’ll get it for you.” 

“It’s okay, really. Anything will be okay.” You say, watching his expression concentrate on the claw machine. 

You get so caught up in admiring Riki’s face that you are taken aback when something comes in between the both of you. 

The duck plush is pressed softly against your face, and Riki moves it aside to show his own. “Told you I’d get it.” He smiles at you, patting your head with it. 

You shake your head at him with a laugh, “Yeah, you did.”

He hands it to you, and picks up his (two) arcade cards from the ledge of the claw machine. “Took me a lot of tries, but it was worth your reaction in the end.” 

You process his words, “Thanks, Riki.” A huge smile forms on your lips as you tug on the boy’s sleeve, holding the duck plush in your arms. “You really seemed to like to play it too s—“

“Wait, what did you just call me?” Riki cuts you off, making your body go frozen. You slowly turn to look at him, reading that his eyes were widened in shock. You look down, overthinking and quickly assuming the worst. 

Letting go of his sleeve, you step back, deciding it was best to keep your distance. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out.” You mumble, suddenly shy and anxious. “I should’ve been more caref—“

Riki steps closer to you, taking your hand into his as he tugged you closer. This makes you look up at him in surprise. “Nishimura, I—“

You fall into his arms, your sentence ending with a muffle as he wrapped his arms around you. The warmth of his hug slowly calms you down, and you try to pull away to get a look at Riki’s face. “Nishi—“

“No it’s ‘Riki’.” He says, looking down at you with doe eyes, wide in entertainment. “Say it again.”

You whine, pressing your face into his chest, “You’re totally making fun of me.” 

His shoulders shakes against you, and you hear his laugh as he tightens his hug around you. “Come on, you’re so cute.” 

You push away from him again, and he makes sure you stay close. “Riki.” You mumble with a huff. “Happy?”

Riki tilts his head, before shaking it. “Didn’t hear that, what’d you say?” He squints his eyes at you.

You swear you could punch this boy when you repeat it, “Riki.” 

A shit eating smile forms on his face, and he’s quick to pull you in again, a slight squeak of surprise leaving your lips.

“Bro,” He lets out, voice almost like he was breathless. “You’re so cute, holy sh—“

You step on his foot, making him groan and pull away from you. You cross your arms, frowning at him, “You’re teasing.” 

Riki smiles widely at your reaction, reaching out for you once more. He puts an arm around your shoulder, and pulls you with him as he walks.

You walk quickly, trying to keep up with your boyfriend, “Riki, slow down. Three of your steps match one of mine, you giant.” 

He laughs, slowing down for you. “Okay, I’ll do anything as long as you keep calling me by my first name now.” He looks down at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead before letting go of you. 

You huff, watching your breath in the cold air. Riki is busy adjusting his scarf, and you watch him admirably. He catches your stare, and he smiles for the nth time that day. “Want a picture?”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up, Nishimura Riki.” Grabbing his scarf, a gasp leaves the boys lips as you pull him into a kiss. 

The kiss is sweet as you both stood in the middle of an empty parking lot, the cold air surrounding the both of you. 

Riki is quick to wrap his arms around your waist when he realises you’ve gone on your tippy toes, pulling you in for support. 

After a couple seconds, your grasp on his scarf loosens, and you laugh against his lips when you feel something land on your face. 

Riki then opens his eyes, and smiles against your own lips when he realises why you were so happy (other than because of him).

He lets go of you slowly, letting you land flat on your feet as you both reach your hands out, “Snow.” He spoke softly.

You laugh, stepping away from him and looking up in the sky. “It’s so pretty,” 

“Like yo—“ “Riki, if you finish that sentence I’m breaking up with you.” 

He laughs, then grabs your wrist softly. “As if you’ll break up with me,” He rolls his eyes. 

You catch his eye roll, laughing harder. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

He smiles warmly at you, “Let’s go, Y/n?” He takes off his scarf, deciding to put it on you instead. 

You take in his expression, feeling warmth surround you quickly. You knew it wasn’t because of the scarf, the earmuffs or the gloves you were wearing. 

But it was because you were with him, Nishimura Riki. “Yeah. Let’s go, Riki.”

A/N: As I wrote this I kind of had Ao Haru Ride (Blue Spring Ride), the anime, in mind… I couldn’t stop thinking about that part in the manga where Kou was so excited about Futaba’s reaction to him buying her flowers :( I love my Shoujo manga clichés <3