japanese denim ☆ riki nishimura

"Hi, I think my shower is broken, can I use yours?" Your nose scrunched as these words left your mouth.

There was no use feeling embarrassed. Especially in front of Riki Nishimura, your next door neighbor who you’ve known since you were a child. 

“Yeah,” Riki said simply, his raspy voice sounding indifferent as always. “Just make sure you have your own towel.”

just business: plug!heesung x reader

heeseung sold weed. among other things — but weed was what he was known for. he was that guy on campus, the one everyone talked about but no one actually knew — hoodie pulled low over his eyes, hands shoved into his pockets, that permanent lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned against some wall or his car, exchanging cash and product without breaking a sweat. he was dangerous — or at least, that’s what everyone said. girls whispered about him at parties, guys half-respected, half-feared him.

and well, you were the exact opposite.

typical good girl. straight a’s (well, until recently), responsible, polite. you showed up to your classes early, highlighted your notes in three different colors, and avoided anything that even hinted at trouble. that’s why it felt so wrong — so out of character — when you found yourself standing awkwardly at the edge of the campus parking lot one friday night, fingers curling nervously around your phone.

to heeseung — 9:35 pm: hey… uh, my friend gave me your number? she said you might have…stuff.

it was pathetic. you’d stared at the message for at least five minutes before pressing send, your stomach twisting into knots. this wasn’t you. you weren’t the kind of girl who hit up a dealer, let alone heeseung. but you were drowning in unfinished assignments, the stress wrapping around your chest so tight you could barely breathe, and your friend had insisted —

“it’s not that strong. heeseung’s stuff is, like, chill. it’ll help you relax. just try it once.” your friend explained

you almost backed out when you saw his response pop up a minute later.

from heeseung — 9:36 pm: meet me at the lot in 10.

and that’s how it started.

you’d shown up to the lot with your heart in your throat, barely able to make eye contact when heeseung leaned lazily against his car, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, looking you over with an amused tilt of his head.

heeseung had been leaning against his car, arms crossed, hoodie pulled low over his face when he saw you pull up. his brows lifted slightly — a rare show of emotion for him. he hadn’t expected you of all people to show up. he knew you — or at least, he knew of you. quiet, smart, kept your head down. the last girl he’d expect to get involved with something like this.

but he 100% wasn’t complaining of course.

women weren’t really his focus. sure- i mean of course girls liked him and he knew that very well — they were drawn to the quiet confidence, the lazy smirk, the whole mysterious-bad-boy thing he apparently had going for him — but he never let it get further than that. kept it casual. but you? you were different. it was undeniable that he was attracted to you, even from the first time he saw you — all shy and awkward, eyes darting around nervously, hair falling into your face. cute as hell. and when you pulled up that night, gnawing on your bottom lip like you already regretted the whole thing, heeseung knew he was in trouble.

“nervous, princess?” he’d teased, eyes dark under the glow of the streetlights. “relax. i don’t bite.”

(that turned out to be a lie.)

but what surprised you the most was how friendly he was from the very beginning. it became frequent, you’d hit up heesung every week. on friday’s. after the first two weeks he basically starting waiting on the text. he must’ve immediately picked up on how new you were to the whole scene — standing there awkwardly, clutching your phone like a lifeline, eyes darting nervously to the ground. he’d smiled, easy and warm, and told you to sit down with him. then he pulled out a grinder and papers, telling you, “alright, let me teach you how to roll.”

you were terrible at it, of course. your fingers were shaky, and the paper tore more than once. heeseung had just chuckled, hands brushing over yours as he showed you how to fold it, tuck it, roll it right. and when you finally lit it, you hadn’t even known how to inhale properly — which he teased you for mercilessly.

“baby, you gotta breathe in through your mouth,” he’d laughed, watching you cough.

you tensed at the nickname. it wasn’t the first time he’d called you that — he threw it around so easily, so casually, like it didn’t mean anything — but it always hit you differently. always made your stomach tighten uncomfortably. it was so hard to just… relax when you were around him. he made you feel too much — dizzy, overwhelmed, unsteady. even now, your heart was racing for no reason other than the fact that his eyes were on you, sharp and amused.

heeseung’s hand smoothed over your back while you wheezed and blinked back tears. “here —” he leaned in, mouth dangerously close to yours. “lemme show you.”

you didn’t know if it was the secondhand smoke or the fact that he’d literally pressed his lips to yours, breathing in before exhaling softly into your mouth — but your head was spinning.

after that, he made a habit of it. he’d often give you discounts, and most of the time, it was just plain out free. he’d just shrug when you tried to pay him, flicking his lighter open and closed between his fingers as he said, “don’t worry about it.” but what made it worse — what made you hate how easy it was to fall for him — was how he always stuck around afterward.

most of the time, after the exchange, he’d linger at your apartment for a bit — or sometimes you’d end up at his place instead. he never made a big deal about it. he’d sit on your bed, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, stretching his long legs out and scrolling through his phone while you sat next to him, your legs curled underneath you—that was until he’d grab grab at them and drape them over his. sometimes you’d talk. sometimes you wouldn’t. his company was so easy, so natural, you hated how much you liked it.

as cliché as it sounds, heeseung truly was nonchalant — no one apart from his friends knew his business, and he kept to himself. so whenever you were around and he cracked smiles or even giggled, it was like seeing a whole different person. it felt… personal.

⸻

it was nearly 2 am when you heard the soft knock on your dorm room door. you sighed, pushing your laptop aside, the screen still flooded with unfinished assignments. your heart jumped despite yourself — you knew exactly who it was.

when you opened the door, heeseung was leaning against the frame, hood pulled up over his dark hair, hands still tucked into his hoodie pocket. his eyes were heavy-lidded, that same lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“ma,” he drawled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. his eyes flicked down to you — oversized sweater, no makeup, hair messy from stress — and his smirk softened into something quieter. “been workin’ too hard again?”

“you say that like it’s my fault,” you shot back, but there was no real heat behind it. heeseung just chuckled, shrugging off his hoodie and flopping onto your bed snuggling up to you like he always did as if he lived there. and in a way, he practically did.

“i heard you were at some party last night.” you hated how bitter your voice sounded. “some girl said you were with her.”

his eyes darkened, that teasing smile sharpening into something dangerous. “it’s just business, baby. you know that”

you hated how much that word made your chest tighten. business. like it was all so simple. like it didn’t mean anything. you wondered, not for the first time, if you meant anything to heeseung at all. if he was like this with everyone — all the other girls he sold to. did he kiss them like that? stay over at their place like this? you thought about asking him, about demanding an answer — but you didn’t. you were too scared of the answer. too scared that if you pressed too hard, he’d pull away entirely.

so you swallowed it down, the ache curling in your throat. you decided to keep it to yourself out of fear of losing him altogether.

heeseung’s gaze sharpened when you didn’t respond. his hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair. “what?”

“nothing,” you shook it off.

“you sure about that?” his mouth was close to yours now, his eyes dark and amused.

“i’m sure.”

heeseung’s gaze flicked down to your lips, his smile turning lazy again. “what am i gonna do with you, huh?”

“i don’t know,” you whispered.

“i do,” he murmured.

and when he kissed you this time? that was anything but just business.

please do not motify my works.

© echstacy 2025 - all rights reserved.

breathing room (m ver.)

pairing: lee heeseung x f reader

genre: smut, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers

word count: 5.9k

warnings: sexually explicit content (MDNI), swearing, arguing, non-explicit descriptions/depictions of violence, tension of both the general and sexual sort, heeseung is a Talker

note: this is an extended (and explicit) version of my sfw story breathing room, which can still be found on my main blog stllmnstr. but this one has, you know, smut. enjoy!

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In your mind, Lee Heeseung is nothing but a thorn in your side and an obstacle in your path as you struggle to fight your way way up the ranks in combat training. But even with your knife against his neck and flames in your eyes, he finds a way to catch you off guard.

or,

heeseung doesn't need a knockout. he just needs an in.

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jay has been hearing about the new teacher from his daughter non stop for weeks— she doesn't shut up about you, and it's his biggest problem right now.

“and she's pretty!” she exclaims for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, and he nods excitedly— tries to, before she continues. “and nice! and she is super pretty, papa,”

“i bet she is, princess,” he's trying his best to not show his displeasure. well she surely can't be that pretty.

綺麗 IT’S A BAD IDEA, RIGHT? 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

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“y/n?”

a whisper echoed through the silent astronomy tower, the only source of light being the moon glimmering through the small window and the stars glimmering above, clearly visible through the enchanted ceiling; it wasn’t enough for heeseung’s eyes to adjust to the dark.

you tiptoed out from your hiding place, and gave him a silent wave and a smile. his lips instantly tugged up sat the sight of you, and he stepped forward, arms finding their home on the nape of your waist as he looked at you.

the look in his eyes was lovesick; wistful.

he hoped and dreamed so hard of the day when the two of you wouldn’t have to hide your relationship, and when you wouldnt have to meet in secret at night.

because this wasn’t right. slytherins and gryffindors just didn’t belong together.

the way you looked in the moonlight was breathtaking, so much so that he swears you’d put amortentia in his porridge that morning. but no, he knew you didn’t. that’s just how much he was in love with you.

CONVENIENCE STORE LOVERS -P.SH

. . . SCENE ───a fridge door opens, a distance closes, and maybe this isn’t just coincidence.

• Stranger!Sunghoon & fem!reader r 𓂃 Fluff ,crack,mysterious, strangers to lovers? ✶ slight skinship, pt 2?

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It’s too late to be making decisions, but here you are, standing in front of the convenience store fridge, staring at rows of neatly lined-up bottles like one of them is going to suddenly call your name. You’re not even that thirsty, you just needed an excuse to step out, breathe in the cold air, and pretend the city isn’t pressing in on you from all sides. The soft hum of the refrigerator fills the silence, and the glass is cool under your fingertips as you reach for a drink.

But just as your fingers brush the plastic, another hand gets there first.

It happens so quickly that for a second, you think you imagined it, but when you turn your head, he’s right there,tall, dressed in a grey hoodie, with sharp eyes that flick toward you in mild amusement. He’s holding the very same strawberry milk you were about to grab, tilting it slightly in your direction like he’s trying to decide whether or not to give it up.

“Were you reaching for this?” he asks, though it’s obvious he already knows the answer.

You let out a slow breath, steadying yourself. “Yes, actually.”

There’s a beat of silence where neither of you move. He looks down at the bottle in his hand, then back at you, expression unreadable. The lights overhead cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the way his lips twitch at the corners, like he’s holding back a smirk.

“You hesitated,” you point out, crossing your arms. “You weren’t even sure if you wanted it.”

For a moment, he just studies you, as if he’s weighing his options, and then,just when you start to think he’s going to walk off with it,he extends the bottle toward you. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even try to make a show of it, but there’s something about the way he hands it over that makes it feel like a test.

You take it, fingers brushing his for half a second before he steps back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“See you around,” he says, turning away before you can respond.

It’s a weird thing to say to someone you’ve never met before, but you don’t dwell on it. You buy your drink, step back into the night, and tell yourself it was just a random encounter. Nothing worth remembering.

Except three nights later, it happens again.

This time, you spot him first. He’s by the register, idly scanning the shelves, looking entirely too comfortable for someone loitering in a convenience store past midnight. You tell yourself it’s just a coincidence,because that’s all it could possibly be,but then, just as you’re about to grab another drink, he appears beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here again,” he says, reaching for the fridge door, and the way he says it makes it sound like he absolutely did.

You glance at him, skeptical. “You don’t even know me.”

“True.” He pulls open the fridge, but instead of grabbing something, he leans against the door and watches you. “But I was right, wasn’t I?”

You exhale through your nose, trying not to let your irritation show. “Right about what?”

“That we’d see each other again.”

The way he says it, like it was inevitable, makes something tighten in your chest,not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way that makes you a little too aware of how close he is, how his presence feels too solid, too intentional. You should probably say something, but before you can, he reaches into the fridge, grabs another bottle of strawberry milk, and places it in your hands like it’s some kind of inside joke you’re not entirely in on yet.

You stare at it, then at him. “what is this?”

He shrugs. “Thought I’d save you the trouble this time.”

And with that, he turns toward the counter, leaving you standing there with a drink you never actually asked him to get, wondering if maybe—just maybe,this isn’t the last time it’s going to happen.

0FF THE REC0RD — yang jungwon ⊹₊⟡⋆ ᯓᡣ𐭩

SYNOPSIS — running off the record, your university’s anonymous podcast, was supposed to be your secret—until yang jungwon, the student council president and your academic rival, figures out it’s you. after you may or may not have exposed some unflattering truths about him in your latest episode, he gives you a choice: he keeps your identity a secret, and in return, you pretend to be his girlfriend to kill a certain campus rumor. fake dating him is supposed to be simple, but between forced study dates, unexpected late-night talks, and the way he starts looking at you like it’s real, you begin to wonder—who’s really exposing who?

PAIRING — yang jungwon x fem!reader

GENRE(S) — college au, fake dating, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, humor, light angst

WARNING(S) — mild swearing, blackmail (lighthearted), fake dating antics, academic stress, denial of feelings

FEATURING — enhypen, yunjin (le sserafim), rei (ive), liz (ive), chaewon (le sserafim), yuna (itzy), wooyoung (ateez), jiheon (fromis_9), karina from aespa, beomgyu from txt, xiaoting from kep1er, seungkwan from svt, felix from stray kids, winter from aespa, huening kai from txt

PROFILES — gossip girls | alpha energy | extras 1 | extras 2

STARTED — 02/22/25 - tba

TAGLiST iS OPEN (reply to be added to the taglist)

UPDATES — everyday (maybe)

🗒️ = written chapters

📱= social media

# chapters

1. WHAT?

2. lord help us all

3. GIRL GTFO 🤣

4. ts pmo icl js pls sybau 💔

5. im scared

6. hello what no way

more chapters to be annouced !! ⋆˙⟡

© callikari -- all rights reserved

𓇻   ॱ˖  FROM ME TO YOU park sunghoon mini smau

──ॱ˖ ❀ If there was one person yn would always remember, it would be park sunghoon, the only boy who was kind to her on her first day of school. to her, that small act of kindness meant everything. to him, it was probably just another ordinary day. or at least, that’s what she thought.

❀ pairing : popular!sunghoon x quiet!femreader

❀ genre : school!au, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, smau, loosely based on kimi ni todoke

❀ taglist : closed! @tasnemluvs @honestlyatomicpanda @hhyvsstuff @skepvids @who-tf-soddhi @beigerin @tinyteezer @sasfransisco @giraffeass @velv3ts @seiamor @steddie-steddie @blvengene @starry-eyed-bimbo @ilovbeshotaro @river-demon-slayer @thinkinboutbin @starsunoo @nishimurarikisfinestan @i03jae @greentulip @naevis-hung-up @itsactuallylina @academiq @rikidaze @en-dream @rkivesfilm @kittyyy003 @haechology @univershoon @riribelle @jiiyen @elegancefr @daniellesyellowhands @sunooqvrlsx @justsvstuff @xeee334 @jungcatwonie @starbyeol1512 @right-person-wrong-time @kirakun @rairaiblog @miukidoll @unstableqi @wonuziex @yurisblooming @yyawnjun @pluggtalkk @mydearyeseo @yurisblooming @juyeoz

chizuru, ayane, sawako coded girls |

sunghoon and yn’s digital diary starts now!

01. no boys allowed

02. back at it again…

03. face card RUINED

more to be added….

you're no good for me, but baby i want you - n. riki ✶⋆.˚

a/n: okay i'm trying to get better at writing longer fics/ones that actually have closure bc looking back i realise i kinda always leave u guys on cliffhangers LOLL - also i rlly tried to avoid making this too cliche given the trope i hope it worked !!! actually really like this one so i hope it doesn't flop rip

‘Bad boy’ felt too cliche - at least for your liking. You preferred to refer to Niki as what he was, a delinquent, a troublemaker, someone who skipped most of his classes and spent the rest dosing off or arguing with the teacher. But no matter what you called him you were sure of one thing, he pissed you off.

To be honest, you had absolutely no interest in the sorts of things a student like him got up to in his own time, but it was the fact that he insisted on dragging you into his business that irritated you the most. You weren’t sure why exactly he kept targeting you, maybe it was because he just wanted to mess with the class president or because you seemed like an easy target to him - whatever reason he had didn’t make it any less tiring though.

── .✦ such a mess together - p. sunghoon

a/n: ok whos shocked yet another enemies to lovers fic from yours truly - but i cant help that this trope is the most fun to write !!!!!!!

Shocked doesn’t even come close to describing how you feel right now. 

You feel as though if you widen your eyes anymore they’ll pop right out of your head, but the thought of him seeing you make such an embarrassing expression forces you to calm yourself. Slowly, he narrows his eyes, clearly not any less confused about this than you are. 

“The hell are you doing at my house?” he spits, thick brows furrowed as he looks you up and down. 

falling alone ✩ l.hs [m]

Friday, 9:23PM.

 "Late night?" Your voice has always been a comfort to him. The way you cooked dinner every night, the way you washed his hair for him, the way you laid in bed with him – it was all comforting. Your soft eyes, eyes that hadn't seen an inch of a crime scene. Your gentle hands, hands that would never cock a gun and aim to kill.

You were home to him, and he hated that he couldn't leave his work at the precinct. He always brought it with him, anywhere he went…anywhere you were.

PAIRING ▸ Nishimura Riki x fem!reader

SUMMARY ▸"Am I dating Y/N L/N? No thanks, I'd rather choke." Or in which you're clearly using some sort of spell to entice Riki, because why on earth would he suddenly start feeling this way about you?

GENRE ▸one-sided enemies to lovers, highschool au, she fell first but he fell harder, angst (lots of it), slow-ish burn.

WARNINGS ▸ swearing, featuring Eunchae from LeSserafim as your best friend and some additional cameos by other idols, some of dickish behaviour from Riki at the start :(, kissing, mentions of curses, occults knowledge, spells and witchcraft.

WC ▸ 7.1K

A/N ▸ Thank you for the immense support for this on the teaser!! I hope this lives up to your expectations, and I hope you guys enjoy the rest of my work as well :)

PLAYLIST ▸ Voodoo Doll by 5 Seconds of Summer, Kiss Me Kiss Me by 5 Seconds of Summer, Brought the Heat Back by Enhypen, Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction

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The air is a sweet smelling summer type, the day you first meet Nishimura Riki. He's a scrawny little thing of twig arms and downcast, shy eyes. Having moved to Korea from Japan only barely a month back, the number of words he can say in this newfound land in the foreign language can be counted on one hand. And this poses a problem to him right now, considering how his older sister had already gone off on her own despite their mother's strict orders to stay together at all times. You spot the boy, a sprightly little thing yourself, and the first thing you notice is his eyes. The most gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes. They looked like the black beetles you saw in the spring - lazing on the dark brown tree trunks, absolutely fascinating and captivating.

Nishimura Riki is six years old and scared. He's at a playground with kids his age, but he feels like an alien in his own skin. They're all either playing in groups or duos - but no dice for singles. It's times like this that makes him want to clutch on to the fabric of his mother's dress and be whisked away to safety. A place where he doesn't feel so out of place. His soft, trembling body stills in a bit of surprise as a gentle tap knocks on his shoulder, ever so slightly. Turning around fearful of being picked on, he only comes face to face with a girl. You're looking straight at him with owlish, unblinking eyes that make Riki shiver in your gaze - feeling smaller and smaller than before. He doesn't like how you're looking at him, not in the slightest. "Hi there! I'm Y/N L/N. Are you new here?" You're quite articulate for a kid, he thinks, as if he's not one himself. He's barely managed to string together the meaning of what you said through his broken understanding of the language, but it's the general environment about you that makes him hesitate. His lack of a response doesn't deter you apparently, as suddenly you're latching on to his wrist, trying to pull him to the sand pit, babbling on and on about being his new friend and offering to show him around town. He doesn't know how to get out of your vice-like grip, but he doesn't mind your company either. But it's just all too much. There's too many things going on around him, and you're too loud.

Suddenly, he's wrenching his hand out of yours, a scowl on his youthful features. It's a frown directed right at you like a bullet, but it leaves you unscathed. You still look at him with a complete look of innocence, completely boring into his own eyes. There's something about the way you look at him, and he hates it. He notices the way you hold no precise expression on your face, only a peaceful and serene look coupled with the way one would gaze when they felt curious and fascinated. He decides at that moment, with all the iron resolve of a six year old boy, that he hated this girl. He hated you and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

But this was in no way similar to the way you were feeling currently. With the way that inky void in his eyes were pulling you in like a siren song, you decided that you loved Nishimura Riki. 

thank you to my pookie for introducing me to this wonderful fic I LOVE 5SOS X ENHA CROSSOVERSSSS

my boyfriend's in a band - pjs

A/N: thank you for the 95 followers!

GOD THIS WAS SO FREAKING GOOD!!! HIS POV???? brotha i started giggling to myself.

decelis academy: the hockey diaries - master list

⭑.ᐟ a series about falling in love featuring everyones favorite hockey players at DA

PAIRINGS: enhypen!hyung line x reader

GENRE: ice hockey, romance, angst, humour

STATUS: work in progress TAGLIST: @firstclassjaylee @50-husbands @enhaprettystars @vantxx95 @stormy1408 @fancypeacepersona AN: This is my first time writing and publishing in quite a while, but I'm very excited! I have a giant miro board with all of the plot lines! These stories take place at the same time so be prepared for crossover episodes. Incase anyone is interested in being added to the taglist, just send an ask or comment.