Ryan Higa Imagines

nickname

**Y/N: Your name

Marley and Teddy sat patiently below you, next to the bar stool you were sitting on. Coupons were spread out on the kitchen counter, and you were scanning through them to see which ones you would be able to use for your next shopping trip with Ryan. Your eyes light up in excitement as you see a coupon for your favourite clothing store, and you rip it carefully to put in a separate pile.

"Y/N! Guess what?" Ryan skips into the kitchen excitedly like a little boy who just found some extra cash to spend on candy.

"What?" You ask in a monotone voice, still looking for coupons.

"You know how i say i will not name you a nickname like babe or baby?" He paces back and forth next to the billiard table, stroking his non existent beard.

"Yeah...?" You set down the coupons and look up at him, giving him a look to hurry up and get to the point.

"Well," He clears his throat and gives you a toothy grin. "I have the perfect nickname for you!"

You nod at him, getting impatient.

"Your new nickname shall be...HOT POCKET!" He claps his hands like a little girl.

"Hot pocket?" You ask in disbelief. He nods his head ecstatically, running up to you to give you a hug.

"I thought about it for a while, and it sounds appropriate." Ryan smiles at you cutely, and you can't help but let go at being mad for his little nickname for you.

Hot pocket. What a weird nickname.

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n/ this was cuter in my head. .___.
lol Ryan and hot pockets tho . i ship ! \(>^<)/