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vl1q · 5 months ago

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OUUU ATEATEATEEE 🤗🤗

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. fem!reader x yandere!riki // 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. none really, this is not a smut! others may be unlisted // 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧. 421 (?) // 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦. yandere riki!, reblogs & likes are appreciated.. my amazing riki<3 this is one i recently wrote!!

🗯️ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦. in which, nishimura riki is one of the most famous japanese painters but the girl in his paintings isn't just anyone..

one-shot under the cut !!

ㅤ𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈, one of the world's famous Japanese artist who was known for his unique yet beautiful paintings. Many of his beautiful paintings are displayed in prestigious galleries. His creations capture the essence of a beautiful, young woman, immortalized on canvas. However, what all these people didn't know was that this woman was real.

ㅤYou, his muse, find yourself in his art. A testament to the deep affection and perhaps a touch of obsession Riki holds for you. "You can lie on the couch, but be sure to show me your soft back.." Riki instructs as he gently adjusts the shirt you wore so your back shows enough to his liking.

ㅤ"Let me sketch you, my love." Riki's voice was so gentle that you almost forget you're handcuffed.. forced to stay with him, isolated in his house. It's not like he treated you badly, it was quite the opposite. He spoiled you, with affection and gifts, there were nights where he held you close. Whispering into your ear of how you 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 to him and 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 him.

ㅤYou were his most valuable gem, his lucky charm. He was so obsessed with you, it was hard not to be. As you listen to him obediently, he presses a kiss to your lips before sitting behind the empty canvas, holding his palette which had different mixes of nude and mute colors. "Love, look at me."

ㅤRiki's voice was gentle, like always, except for the rare times when you tried running away. But now you knew better than to run away, and simply listened to him. You slowly look at him, and he smiles at you. "Good girl." He coos before beginning to paint the empty canvas with light strokes, the image in his head of how he'd dress you painted.

ㅤIn almost all his paintings with you, you only ever wore dresses. He loved seeing you wearing dresses, big dresses, small dresses, fancy dresses.. you could wear a garbage bag an he'd still love to look at you. Maybe it's her eyes.. Riki thought, but no.. it was really just his obsession.

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vl1q · 6 months ago

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enhypen one shot - 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓

𝙋. fem!reader x captain!sunghoon ┆ㅤ𝙒. angst in which sunghoon likes reader but his love is one-sided ┆ㅤ𝙒𝘾. 1,301 ┆ㅤ𝘼𝙉. sorry for not uploading in a bit! here's an angst.. help from @beat0-0 !! reblogs & likes are greatly appreciated as i'm trying to grow my account, so please reblog and like !! <33

— 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁

ㅤThe referee's whistle sounds over the boos from the bleachers. Sunghoon turns his head toward the noise from where he stands in the midfield. His hair is slick with sweat, falling into his eyes under his helmet. His jersey is no better, it sticks to his back like a second skin.

ㅤAcross the field─near the away team's net─a player in a black jersey is on the floor, surrounded by his teammates. A player from Decellis' Lacrosse team stands over the injured player, staring at the referee who's moving his hands over the scene. Sunghoon recognizes the movements as a penalty. Sunghoon moves closer, spinning his lacrosse stick in his hands.

ㅤTruth be told, he's glad for the pause in the game. His breath is coming out in short pants from all the running and he knows bruises will litter his skin tomorrow from all the hits he's taken. But, then, he sees who's gotten the penalty and he's not so glad. The player's number is obscured by the ref, but Sunghoon recognizes the voice that argues with the ref. The player removes his helmet, allowing Sunghoon to see the anger that twists Lee Chan's face.

ㅤ"How was that a penalty?!" He's shouting, his face inches from the ref's. "I didn't even touch him!"

ㅤThe ref is calm compared to Lee Chan, his mouth moving with words Sunghoon can't hear from how far he still stands. Whatever he does say seems to only encourage Chan's anger. Sunghoon watches Chan's knuckles blanch against his lacrosse stick. Sunghoon walks closer to the scene, poised to intercept. He's a little scared of the way Chan is looking at the ref, as if he'll attack him. He doesn't have to intercept, though, their coach already is.

ㅤChan is pushed away to the sideline, where the team's substitutes sit. As he's pushing one of his best players away, their Coach calls for a timeout. Sunghoon follows his teammates off the field, his eyes searching for jersey 5. It doesn't take him long to zero in on his best friend.

ㅤ"What the hell was that?" Jake asks as he comes up beside Sunghoon. His Australian accent is still thick despite it having been two years since his transfer to Decellis Academy.

ㅤ"Chan got a penalty," Sunghoon tells him, "for unnecessary roughness, I think."

ㅤJake can only respond with a small, "Oh," before they reach the semi-circle around their coach. The tension is palpable as Coach scolds Chan.

ㅤChan's lips are pressed together, his jaw clenched. He doesn't say anything as Coach scolds him, his eyes cast to the side.

ㅤ"Scouts are here today, Chan," Coach is saying, frustration evident in his voice. "I told you not to fuck this up. This is the fucking playoffs, penalties don't look good!"

ㅤChan looks at Coach, his glare is cutting. "I didn't fucking touch him." His voice is low, the words are barely audible through the clench of his jaw.

ㅤSunghoon looks away at Coach's scoff. "It doesn't matter if you did or didn't," Coach replies, "you still got a penalty. So, sit down, you're gonna wait until your minutes are over." Coach sighs, turning to face the rest of the team. "We're close to winning this, boys. Let's finish strong."

ㅤSunghoon raises his stick with the rest of the team, knocking them together with a loud, "Yes, Coach!" He takes a moment as his team begins to go to their positions on the field. His eyes meet Jake's for a brief moment before his gaze shifts to the bleachers. His eyes snag on your figure. He hasn't seen you all game, though he has looked. And now you're here. He can't describe the joy of seeing you watch him play. You're as pretty as you always look.

ㅤBut─Sunghoon pause. There's a frown on your face, and─disappointment flares in Sunghoon's chest. You're wearing the white jersey of Decellis' Lacross Team, with its single blue and yellow strip across the chest. But it's not his number, not the 23 that's printed on the front of his jersey. The number is 13.

ㅤSunghoon's eyes stray to Chan, who sits with his head hung, to that same number that's printed on the front of his jersey. Sunghoon notices how your eyes are on Chan, worry tinging the sweeps of your brows, the press of your lips. He turns away, following the rest of his team onto the field, returning to his midfield position. He should have known. You'd been spending too much time around Chan recently. I should have known, Sunghoon thinks, a frown on his lips.

ㅤBut he can't think about you right now. Can't think about the fact that he was going to make a move after he won the playoffs and finally ask you out.

ㅤHe pushes his disappointment down as the ref blows his whistle and the last minutes of the third quarter approach. The match has a sense of urgency, with both teams playing to push through with the most points. It serves to help Sunghoon forget about his disappointment, postponing the eventual heartbreak he knows is coming.

ㅤHe's glad for the continuous exertion. The burning of his legs from the running, the bruises that are already forming. All he can think about is the hard rubber lacrosse ball and how he can get it past the opposing goalie and into the net.

ㅤHe scores two points during the first half of the last quarter. It brings up the score from 6-8 to 8-8. Sunghoon is panting hard, each goal a qualification for his teammates closest to swarming him. He loves the cheers from the bleachers, his eyes going to you every time. For a little while he can pretend that your cheers are for him. He can pretend that his feelings are returned. That your eyes don't stray to Chan with every goal made even as you cheer.

ㅤAnd pretending is enough. Pretending gets him through the end of the game. Pretending allows him to ignore the twist of his heart as he watches you as your eyes follow Chan back onto the field, switching with the underclassman who wears jersey 10. Pretending allows him to cheer for the point Chan makes. Pretending is enough.

ㅤAnd, selfishly, Sunghoon is glad he's the one who makes the last point just before the fourth quarter ends. His eyes go to you automatically. He wants to share this victory with you. Your cheers are for him this time─Sunghoon stumbles. He can see you just over the teammates. You're running onto the field. For a second, he thinks you're running to him, to congratulate him. He's your friend, after all. But then his eyes catch on Chan. You're . . . you're running to Chan.

ㅤThe disappointment from earlier returns in a wave, drowning him. He watches you smile at Chan, that bright smile Sunghoon's always loved. He watches Chan's face, the softness of his features a contrast to his earlier anger. He watches Chan lean down to you. He watches the two of you share a kiss. He can't look away, even as there's a strange feeling in his chest. A feeling that consumes him and twists his insides. It claws up his throat and burrows itself in his chest.

ㅤ"─hoon? Sunghoon?" He tears his gaze away from you, to Jake. There's concern lining the knit of his brows. "You alright, mate?"

ㅤSunghoon can't manage to force any words out. He opts for a nod. His victory is a bitter one. He never thought you'd have feelings for Chan.

ㅤWalking away from his celebrating team, he casts one last glance toward you and Chan. You look happy with him and Chan does too. Sunghoon looks away, embarrassed by the burning in his eyes. He realizes he waited too long to tell you as he walks to the locker room.

And you didn't wait for him.

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vl1q · 6 months ago

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enhypen one shot - 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓 (sfw)

𝙋. fem!reader x player!heeseung ┆ㅤ𝙒. angst in which heeseung is a player, slept with reader but it's said as 'last night' and a 'kiss' ┆ㅤ𝙒𝘾. 648 ┆ㅤ𝘼𝙉. i'm not the best at writing angst [ sob ] i had help with writing this !! shout out to @beat0-0 ! i hope you enjoy this <3

— 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁

ㅤYou approached Heeseung as he stood at his locker, his friends grouped around him. Their heads are thrown back in laughter, caused by something on Heeseung's phone.

ㅤ"Heeseung," You call, stopping a couple of steps away from the group of boys. They looked up from the phone, startled. The sudden attention caused your already nauseating anxiety to spike, but you're determined to see this through. "Can I talk to you?"

ㅤHeeseung shares a look with his friends, the lingering mirth from whatever they'd watched is still in his eyes. "Sure." He shrugs. . . but he doesn't make any move to leave his friends. You're unaware of the way your shoulders cave in but Heeseung follows the movement with his eyes.

ㅤ"I mean alone." You clarify, the anxiety churning in your stomach as you say it. He shouldn't be this intimidating, not after last night, but he is. "I want to talk to you alone."

ㅤ"Okay," He says, his voice compliant. It puts your nerves at ease. You give him a small smile as he gestures for you to lead the way. You're glad he's agreed to talk, you'd noticed that he'd been avoiding you--or maybe not, maybe you were overthinking this, maybe you'd put unnecessary expectations onto him. Even so, you lead him to the empty chemistry lab near Heeseung's locker.

ㅤYour relief shrivels up as you shut the door behind Heeseung. Shit, you didn't think this far. You'd only planned to ask him to talk to you... Fuck.

ㅤHeeseung clears his throat, his hands in his pockets. "What'd you wanna talk about?"

ㅤ"Oh," You mumble, too aware that your hands are shaking. "Um, I had a question." It doesn't escape your knowledge of how lame you sound right now.

ㅤ"A question?" Even Heeseung realizes how stupid that sounds.

ㅤ"Yeah, about. . . um, last night." You look at Heeseung as you say the last part, just in time to see the shift in his eyes. Your heart sinks as he looks away from you, shaking his head. When he looks back, his eyes are cold. It's cutting, the sudden shift. You take a step back, but nothing can put space between you and the arrogance in his eyes.

ㅤ"Last night?" He repeats. Whatever words you had, they shrivel up in your throat, coating your tongue in ash. He laughs, a cutting sound that lacks the mirth he'd shared with his friends. Your shoulders tense at the noise. "Please, Y/n, what did you think that was?"

ㅤYour tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth. Your insides feel like they're being squeezed. What the fuck is happening?

ㅤHeeseung's lips curve in a smirk at your silence. "You think a kiss means I like you?" His question is mocking, the raise of his brows, even more so. "You were gonna ask me what we are, weren't you, Y/n." Your silence is enough of an answer. He takes a step towards you. Another and another. Until he's towering over you, looking down his nose at you.

ㅤ"Don't be so fucking naive, Y/n. I only talked to you 'cause of a bet. And you fell for it." He laughs again, this noise a self-pleased huff. There's a lump stuck in your throat, your eyes stinging with the threat of tears. You don't think you've ever felt like this, like your stomach was opened up and all your organs were scooped out.

ㅤ"I got 200,000 won outta it, so I've got you to thank, don't I?" He brushes your shoulder as he walks past you, to the door. You watch as he turns around, his fingers wrapped around the door's knob. "And, Y/n? You don't mean shit to me so stop acting like a lost puppy."

ㅤThen, he turns the knob and leaves the door ajar behind him. The echoes of his friends' laughter bounce down the empty hallway.

"Y/n. It was just a bet. A tiny little harmless bet."

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