strawberry
― mukbang youtuber!nishimura riki x gn!reader
riki's at it again, and by it, i mean microwaving foods.
genre: humor, fluff, established relationship
wc: 1.2k
warnings: cw food/eating
part of my youtuber enhypen series, the 2nd upload! feel free to read on its own~
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"y/n! i'm warning you, i'm going live!" riki shouts from the living room.
"alright! i'll stay here, let me know when you're done!" his s/o replies in the same volume.
"okay!"
this was a frequent occurrence: you come over to riki's place, the two of you hang out, he needs to film something for an hour or so, you give him space, he finishes, and the two of you cuddle after. while some of your friends question your boyfriend and your lifestyle with him, you really wouldn't have it any other way. 2 and a half years of dating riki, you've been through it all together, so there's no push for a something different or more.
"okay... let's wait for a while, yeah?" riki directs to his audience, watching the chat feed slowly increase in comments. when it seems like enough people have shown up, a smile breaks out on his face. "hey everyone, it's me again!
"you probably already read the title, but yea, imma do it." he points the camera down to the array of strawberry items that will soon be put in the microwave. "i don't know how people eat cold strawberries—they have no flavor to them!"
you scoff to yourself when he says that, shaking the digital trees on your island for fruits to sell.
"try one to see if you like it?" riki reads out loud. "eyyy, if i don't like it, i don't, but i'll prove it to you anyway if there's anyone new watching."
true to his word, the cold strawberry goes right into his mouth, and he makes a face, the camera picking it up. you don't need to watch the live to know that your boyfriend's nose is all scrunched up right now, making you giggle at the thought of it in the next room.
"now that you know," he continues, holding up a plate of strawberries. "i'll be microwaving these now."
the microwave opens and shuts before making its beeping noises as riki presses the numbers and heats them up for a couple of seconds. when they're ready, he's quick to get them out and show them to the camera before enjoying the taste of the warm strawberries.
"mm!" you roll your eyes at the sound of his satisfaction. his dog bisco has made its way into the room and plops next to your side, you gladly petting the curly fur at some points.
after a couple minutes, it seems riki has finished the warm strawberries, because he's moving onto the next item: tanghulu-style strawberries.
"you all said that you wanted me to eat this, and since it's already—" he takes this moment to tap the crystal sugary shell. "like this, i guess i'll just dive right in."
the sounds of delightful crunching can be heard, not unnoticed by bisco, whose head tilts at the eating sounds. you chuckle lightly, scratching its head and making the dog lay its head back down.
"ohh, i know why you all wanted me to eat this," riki acknowledges. "it's like asmr, okay, okay."
he lowers his voice and starts speaking like the asmr videos he's seen with you. "i think i'll microwave it just to taste," he whispers into the mic.
with that, the same microwave sounds of beeps and doors are repeated. "oh shoot, the sugar is making it stick to the plate," riki comments with a laugh, making you snort quietly. "i'll just..." he trails off, using a fork to free the sugary treat from the plate before plopping it into its mouth.
"oh! i like this better too! sorry, no crunching sounds for you," he laughs at the disappointed comments who wanted to hear the satisfying crunch of the tanghulu. "alright, next up... strawberry jam!"
instead of the usual glass jar it resides in, riki lifts up several small packages taken from food places as condiments. "i didn't wanna buy a whole jar—the tanghulu was expensive for no reason! plus, these are free, what can go wrong with free things?" a lot, apparently.
as by routine, he lifts up the wrap of the packaging and punches the back of it to immediately taste the jam. "hmm... it's alright, i guess."
riki lifts his head to read a comment. "huh? what's wrong with taking it straight like that? you know, jay hyung does worse, right?"
you giggle to yourself at the mention of one of his youtuber hyungs as you continue multitasking and listening.
"oh yeah, that reminds me. he did a video with his s/o, it was soo funny!" the youtuber laughs. "poor hyung, he said the manuca honey was so bad, he didn't want to eat honey for a week! go check out his channel after this and watch the video.~
"well, jay hyung needs to thank me for his free promo or whatever. it's time to microwave this noww," riki continues. it's going like normal: the microwave door opening and closing, the beeps of setting the time. but then it isn't. after a couple of seconds of heating, some loud pops are heard, and riki is shouting and laughing at the same time.
you and bisco shoot up and immediately rush to the scene. "riki! what is going on?!"
he turns around with a sheepish smile just as the microwave beeps to signal its end. pointing at the microwave, you notice the stains of strawberry jam on the door and groan out. you walk towards the kitchen and open one of the cabinets to take out the cleaning supplies, failing to notice that you had walked in front of the camera.
the comments go crazy with questions, and riki realizes he hadn't turned off his live, connecting the dots. he's quick to pull you into the frame with a beaming smile on his face. "well, this isn't the best way to go about it, but since you accidentally revealed yourself, i guess i'll say it: this is my s/o y/n, everyone!"
you blink owlishly, clutching the clorox wipes close to your chest with riki's arm around your shoulder. "huh?" you ask before the lightbulb in your head goes off. "ohhh! oh my gosh, hi?!"
you and riki had talked about the subject of your reveal before, but the how was always the reason you had never done it. with the accident, you guess this was the how now. you're laughing with riki at the whole situation as the comments flood with how cute the two of you are together. "riki! we need to clean the microwave before your parents come back," you playfully scold.
"oh right," he agrees before turning back to the camera. "well, two-in-one, everyone: strawberry mukbang goes wrong and my s/o revealed! see you next time!"
the two of you wave to the camera as the audience wishes you farewell and riki finally shuts off the live.
"you're a mess," you tease him, getting an eye roll in response.
"yeah, yeah, let's just clean up, okay?"
"how does this even happen? what physics is this?" you wonder aloud, opening the microwave to start cleaning.
"huh, maybe i have jake hyung's next idea for a video."
a/n: i wrote this in 20 minutes how 😀 i hope you all enjoyed this it's been a while since i wrote for riki hehe but i still judge him for warm strawberries LOL
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#baldedehojalata
Manuela era uno de los personajes de mi infancia, le decíamos Manuca, era enana y ya en esa época nos burlábamos de su condición, sin saber que estábamos haciendo bullying, qué palabra estrafalaria, claro que eso siempre existió. La pobre Manuca tampoco tenía todos los caramelos en el frasco, la tiroides no hizo su tarea y bue… el resto es sabido.
Al flaco, taciturno, pelo negro y mirada penetrante le decíamos “perro verde”, no se bien por qué, pero también era objeto de cargadas. Lo más gracioso fue el día que para una fiesta sus padres le compraron un “traje verde”. El “perro verde” con traje verde”, me dolió el estómago de la risa.
-“¿Puedes creerlo?” espetó Hilario. El perro verde iba muy orondo con su traje verde.
-“¡Jua jua jua! Se descostibllaba de la risa Julián.
- Basta ya! No sean desconsiderados, dije, con voz firme, conteniendo la risa en la panza.
- Vamos Hilario, acompáñame al socavón, debemos conseguir greda para la clase de manualidades.
-Está bien, pero dónde la ponemos?, respondió Hilario.
En la despensa del abuelo hay un balde de hojalata, es nuevo, pero si lo lavamos luego no creo que nadie lo note.
-Perfecto! Exclamó Hilario.
Subimos la cuesta a paso lento. En la altura hay que ahorrar energía, es la falta de oxígeno la que te hace andar como si fuera con el freno de mano puesto.
El sol apenas asomaba entre las nubes y las montañas. Estaba fresco y el pasto mojado por el rocío.
A esa hora en el socavón no había lavanderas lavando la ropa. El hilo de agua helada proveniente de la montaña dibujaba una melodía al caer al estanque. La orilla era arcillosa y con piedras.
Hilario escogió cuidadosamente la arcilla y llenó el balde. –Esto si que pesa, dijo mientras levantaba el balde y de pronto…
Ah! Miren quiénes están por aquí! Una voz aguda penetró nuestros tímpanos.
Allí estaba del otro lado del estanque la “Libélula”, como le decíamos burlonamente a la flaca desgarbada del sexto grado. Muy flaca, sus piernas parecían de alambre, pero contrariamente a lo que hubiéramos pensado tenía muchísima fuerza.
Ahora van a ver, sinvergüenzas! Mientras nos arrojaba piedras.
-Corre Hilario! Apúrate, que la loca nos mata!
-¿Y el balde?
-Corre! No querrás que te lastime ¡¿No?!
Bajamos casi rodando la cuesta y detrás nuestro venía rodando el balde, que se abolló completamente.
-Tómalo Hilario, tenemos que regresar el balde.
-Uy! Mira cómo quedó! Ayúdame a repararlo.
-¿Repararlo?. No me hagas reir, respondió. Esto no se puede reparar.
-La que me espera con mi madre…
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