❀ fanfic recommendations - fanfics i’ve read & love ❀
disclaimer !! none of these works contain smut !! this is also targeted towards readers who like longer fics, although it contains some shorter ones as well :3 - fawn (@strwbwonie)
ENHYPEN .ᐟ
⊹ safe & sound - @thatfeelinwhenyou 142k | dystopian, post apocalyptic, angst, slow burn romance side plot
⊹ I like my coffee with you - @yoursinink 12k | idol!jungwon x barista!reader
⊹ every side of tenderness - @nephynes 4k | mute!prince!sunghoon x reader, marriage, some angst, sign language
BOYNEXTDOOR .ᐟ
⊹ your lips, my lips, apocalypse - @dat-town 5.9k | biker!leehan x reader, brothers rival trope, illegal motorbike racing au
⊹ the earth is just a star, and she becomes my entire world - @mwotgata 18.4k | leehan x reader, forbidden love, rival gangs (inspired by west side story)
⊹ language of quiet hearts - @hancorys 9.5k | leehan x reader, slow burn, fluff, strangers to lovers, school romance
⊹ lightphobia - @coriihanniee 59.2k | leehan x reader, forbidden love, romance, thriller, slow burn, heavy angst, hurt + minimal comfort (note: read at your own risk !! while this is beautifully written, it had me sobbing to my mom. this fic is not for the weak.)
⊹ love(bug) on the line - @taestulipss 49k | spider-man!leehan x reader, fluff, action, angst, hurt + comfort
⊹ no butterflies allowed - @shaxyzstuff 3.2k | idol!leehan x reader, fluff, comfort, takes place during what? door! ep 5-6 (note: this fic has a special place in my heart as a leehan bias that also shares a phobia of butterflies.)
&TEAM .ᐟ
⊹ why do you deny yourself—heaven? - @astrae4 2.3k | asakura jo x reader, romance, slight angst, intense yearning
⊹ boyfriend for the week - @p1eceandharmon1 8.9k | maki x reader, fake dating, fluff, romance
to the writers : I want to show appreciation for these fics, as I genuinely enjoy & love them so much !! some i’ve read multiple times. as i’m an introvert, i’m a silent fan who doesn’t really interact; this is my way of showing you all some love. special shout out to @coriihanniee - i’m obsessed with everything you write & cheering you on !! <3
just the scent of you is enough to have his fangs coming through. the urge to bite down strong, but he pulls back before he digs them into the plush of your bottom lip. a whine almost slips past his lips when he resists the urge. an ever so patient vampire. you wouldn’t have this luck with anyone else. he’s sure you’d have been fed on by now. his love for you seems to overpower the hunger. immortality is an unfair state of life to live for anyone who doesn’t truly want it. especially for him. a curse he was given by being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
and you’re just so precious to him. he’s not sure he’s ready to let go of seeing you so full of life. or if you’d even want to live a life like that with him. cold. dead. thirsty for blood. your cheeks wouldn’t flush in the way that he loves.
“can i see them?”
the sound of your voice brings donghyun back out from his thoughts. he feels the warmth of your hands on his cheeks. thumbs stroking against his cheekbones. he furrows his brows not understanding what you meant.
“your teeth.” you smile bringing your thumb to tug down his bottom lip and watching it snap back.
he catches your hand before you pull it back down taking your thumb in between his teeth, biting down on it.
“why? do you want a bite?”
he catches the way your eyes widen. he almost laughs.
“i’m only kidding.”
he parts his lips and there you see a pointy set of fangs. the first you’d ever seen in your life. the concept of vampires and any other mythical creatures only seemed like a fantasy. you never thought they’d be roaming the same world as humans.
the sound that comes out of your mouth is loud enough that it makes you smack a hand over it. “i’m sorry.” your voice muffled over your palm. embarrassment immediately flooding through you. “i didn’t mean to moan.”
“i see you like them, then?” he laughs.
he leans forward into your neck and you gasp pressing your hands into his shoulders.
“i won’t bite you, baby. not until you’re ready.” he drags the tip of his nose along your pulse point. the faint feeling of your heartbeat bringing that hunger right back. he notices the way you swallow. cute. you’re nervous.
“although i’m sure you’d taste divine,” he slides lower so he’s face to face with your cunt. “i’ll have something else for now.”
genre: fluff!!!, established relationship, soft romance
wc: 0.7k
warnings: none
a/n: I haven't written anything in the past few days because I've been stuck in the trenches studying for my last paper 😭 So here's something that's been collecting dust in my drafts for a while.
It started as a joke.
Well—maybe not entirely a joke, because once you got your hands on your boyfriend and your makeup bag at the same time, things were bound to escalate.
Leehan had barely sat down at your vanity before you pushed him further into the chair with both hands on his shoulders, announcing very seriously, “Today, you are my victim.”
He blinked up at you lazily, already smiling. “That doesn’t sound very comforting.”
“Shh. Beauty is pain.”
“You say that whilst holding blush.”
“Exactly.”
And somehow, despite fully knowing you were about to mess with him, he still let's you.
He always let's you.
You stood between his legs while he looked up at you with that patient little smile of his, hands naturally finding your waist as if they belonged there.
At first you pretended to take things seriously, lightly dusting blush across his cheeks, but the second you realized how cute he looked with pink cheeks, all self-control disappeared.
“Wait,” you whispered dramatically, leaning closer. “Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You’re adorable.”
“That’s concerning.”
“No, you don’t understand.”
You kept adding more blush, ignoring his increasingly suspicious expression until his cheeks looked permanently flustered. He laughed every time you squinted at him like a perfectionist artist, trying to “blend” makeup you had absolutely no intention of blending properly.
Then came the stickers.
Leehan should’ve known the moment you disappeared into your drawer that things were about to get worse.
When you came back holding sheets of tiny pastel stickers, his eyes widened slightly.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
You started covering his face with them immediately — tiny stars near his cheeks, little hearts under the corner of his lips, sparkly flowers under his eyes. The entire time he just sat there laughing softly while your tongue poked out in concentration.
“You’re treating my face like a notebook.”
“Mhm.”
“I can literally feel the glue.”
“Mhm.”
“You’ve gone mad with power.”
You ignored him completely, pressing one final heart sticker onto the tip of his nose before taking a step back to admire your work.
And honestly?
You almost melted on the spot.
The blush made his cheeks look all warm and squishy, the stickers somehow making him look even softer than he already did. Combined with the way his hair kept falling into his eyes, he looked so unfairly pretty that your chest physically hurt a little.
“Wait,” you breathed.
Leehan laughed nervously. “Why do you sound emotional?”
Instead of answering, you leaned sideways to grab one of your cute hair clips off the vanity. He watched curiously while you carefully clipped one side of his hair back, fully exposing his face to you.
Big mistake.
Because now he looked devastating.
Pretty wasn’t even enough of a word anymore.
His cheeks were pink, lips curved into the softest smile, tiny glittery stickers decorating his skin while he sat there holding your waist.
You stared at him for a long moment before the words escaped you without warning.
“I’m so gonna wife you up.”
Leehan immediately burst into laughter.
Like full-body laughter.
His head dropped forward, his grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel him shaking against you whilst you frowned dramatically.
“Why are you laughing? I’m serious.”
He looked back up at you, eyes crinkled into crescents. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works, my love.”
You grabbed his cheeks instantly.
“Shh. Don’t ruin this for me.”
“I’m just saying—”
“In my world,” you interrupted firmly, holding a finger against his lips, “it absolutely works like that.”
His smile softened immediately.
“And right now,” you continued, squishing his cheeks together slightly, “you look like you’d be a very pretty wife.”
The blush on his cheeks somehow looked even darker after that.
“You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled, trying to hide his face by leaning into your stomach.
You laughed victoriously, threading your fingers through his hair. “But am I wrong?”
Leehan stayed quiet for a second before mumbling into your shirt, “You used too much blush for me to answer objectively.”
“That’s not a no.”
He looked up at you again, stickers still covering half his face, eyes warm and impossibly fond.
“You know,” he said softly, thumb rubbing against your waist, “this is probably the weirdest way someone’s ever confessed they want to marry me.”
You gasped. “Probably?”
“Mhm. There’s still time for someone to top it.”
You narrowed your eyes before leaning down and kissing the sticker on his nose.
“Not happening,” you whispered. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
Leehan smiled so softly it nearly killed you on the spot.
his fingers still on his keyboard as he fully turns his attention to watching you, squeezed up on one side of the couch as you lean forward, grasping at the strands of hair, your nose scrunched up in concentration as you try to feel your way around the hairstyle.
leehan has to stifle a laugh as you sigh in disappointment, the braid in your hand all wonky and weirdly shaped despite your best efforts.
"come here, cutie," he eventually says, watching your braid disintegrate back into the rest of your hair. he reaches across the couch, his arms wrapping around your waist. you let out a shriek as he drags you backwards into his side.
"hannie!" you laugh as leehan adjusts you in his lap, you perched on his knee as he gently separates your hair into manageable parts.
"are you..?" you touch your hair gingerly as you fidget in his lap, his hands methodically combing through your hair.
leehan hummed, "you kept struggling."
"you saw?" you squirm, "i thought you were working!"
"you kept distracting me!" leehan retorts, pout evident in his voice.
"okay, okay - i'm sorry!" you wave your hands in apology before simmering down.
leehan hums in satisfaction, his fingers carding through your hair and working the strands into each other.
"stay still," he whispers, concentrated, his breath tickling against your neck, "i've got you."
loving your cutieful request event , could i ask for prompts 5 and 27 with leehan ?
i’m just thinking emotional yk.. it could be a milestone in the relationship or something completely mundane but so domestic it gets them in their feels…. whichever way you take this, i know your beautiful brain will come up with something great !! <3
Hi lia ml!!
You are the absolute sweetest omg 😭 here’s your req I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️
๑ brown eyes ⠀ ────⠀ c. domestic fluff, very sappy, skinship, crying(?), non idol au, reader isn't from korea
ⓘ syn. your first apartment was a milestone you’d never think would be emotional. ( 5 : “don’t look at me like that.” ) ( 27 : “Please don’t cry.” ) wc. 1k
The smell of a new apartment is refreshing.
It's a fresh start, a blank slate for you to decorate, and goddamn, was it expensive. You stand in the doorway, eyes staring at 2 years' worth of savings. It's hard to believe you finally own your own place, away from bad roommates and annoying siblings.
"Babeee, You've been staring for hours. Can we go in now?"
Your boyfriend's whining behind you pulls you from your thoughts, a reminder you aren't completely alone. You giggle as he shuffles past you, a "wow" falling from his mouth as he takes in the space himself.
You remain idle as he ventures further into the apartment, leaving you alone at the entrance. Old memories start to flood through your mind as you step into the emptiness, the floorboards creaking with every step: this was one of the cheaper options.
You remember when you first met Leehan during your exchange year to Korea; it was your first time traveling outside of your home country, so you were awfully confused.
You weren't sure how to work the ATM at the convenience store next to your university; it was embarrassing, especially since there was a man behind you grumbling because you were taking too long. You almost gave up before Leehan approached you.
His personality was warm, his smile shining brighter than any star you've seen; nothing has changed since then.
What you recall specifically are his brown eyes; they never left you as you fumbled your way through the steps, almost dropping your card because of the proximity between you both.
You got his number after that—
"Sweetheart, come here!"
—and now you're here, about to officially start your life together.
You dive deeper into your mind, pulling out emotions and moments you haven't thought properly about in a while. You find yourself pulling at your own heartstrings as you enter the room Leehan called you into.
"Come see,"
He's looking out the window; you can see his eyes sparkle in the reflection as he takes in the view. You join him, your hands resting on his shoulders as you lean in to take a good look.
"..The city?"
Leehan shakes his head. He takes your hand from his shoulder and places it on top of the glass; you open your fingers, squinting at the sudden blue light bursting from behind your palm.
"There's a pet shop that sells fish across the street."
Your heart swells at his boyish tone. You stare at his reflection, pupils dilating at the sight of his eyes turning into crescents. You watch as he swallows and turns towards you, meeting you.
"Don't look at me like that.." He mutters, averting his eyes to a corner in the room. You smile as blush creeps up his neck.
"Aww, but I think it's cute that you want to become a dad early—"
"Ugh, shut up."
You snort as your boyfriend wrestles you to the ground; he pins your wrists above you, panting slightly.
It's suddenly quiet; Leehan gazes at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you shrink under it. Quite like you did earlier, you get back into your head. You have flashbacks to your first date, when he met your parents, to years of barely eating to save for this place, and now finally having it. You're overcome with emotions, and before you can stop it, tears well in your eyes.
Leehan instantly tenses, his hand coming down to your cheek in an attempt to soothe you.
"Wait- please don't cry. Why are you crying?" He questions, leaning down to kiss the wetness off your face.
"It's hard to explain," You start, sniffling as your boyfriend pampers you. (You also try to force out a few more tears so it lasts longer.) He hums in response and rolls off of you, lying on his side next to you on the floor.
"Well, good thing I have time."
A smile makes its way onto your face as you turn towards him, now doing everything to avoid eye contact.
"I guess I'm overwhelmed with my emotions. I'm happy, but then I remember how hard it was to get here, and then I don't know how to feel."
"I think you should be proud of how far you've come."
You pause at the quick response; you never thought of it in that way. You did sacrifice loads to be here: money, time, your mental health, almost everything. Leehan is right; you should feel accomplished for this journey.
"You have a way of saying things," You finally respond, wiping the excess tears from your cheeks.
"Do I now?"
"I'm serious."
He slowly rises from the floor; he seems surprised. You mimic his movements, eventually gaining the courage to make eye contact with him.
"Anytime I talk to you, I feel instantly better. It's hard to believe I deserve you."
Leehan rolls his eyes, blush returning to his pretty face. You can tell your words touched him, even if he didn't say anything.
You both sit there in silence, soaking in the moment while it lingers. Though reality returns to you in a cold chill. You realize how numb your legs are from the chilly floorboards.
"How about blowing up that air mattress now?" You break the silence, wrapping your arms around yourself.
"Yes, please, I was about to say the same thing." Leehan groans, stumbling to his feet.
You both laugh as you run back out of your apartment, broke, with barely any furniture, but still happy to be with each other.
a / n : HEY finally pushed this out, I can feel myself slowly start liking writing again😛😛 maybe this is good for me. ANYWAYS LIAAA I HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELY
leehan keeping a stress toy in his hands while he records his lines might have me geeked lol
he likes playing with your hands in public, lacing your fingers with his and toying with your fingers. he’ll grip your hand tight when he’s excited or squeeze in random pulses when he’s bored. other times, he likes to watch your reaction as he cracks your knuckles, pressing a kiss to your hand afterward as an apology for surprising you.
he smiles thinking of how your naturally warm hands are a perfect match for his larger, noticeably colder ones. one of his favorite parts of winter is getting a mini hot pack and pressing it between your palms as you hold hands. of course he keeps your intertwined hands in his coat pocket to keep you extra close <3
and that’s not all; your hair is another perfect way to destress for him. one minute you’ll be cuddled up with him and the next he’s worked cute hair styles without even realizing it. he rarely ever tangles knots in your hair, and on the rare occasion that he does, he’ll take the time to be extra gentle as to not tug on them and hurt you. he loves buying you hair accessories and ribbons to doll you up, grinning and calling you pretty as he decorates your hair.
leehan also loves how.. pliable you both are. he’ll throw your legs over his and make a pretzel out of your bodies on the couch just because he’s bored. or sit in what seems to be the most uncomfortable position ever but claim he’s “found the perfect spot”. you’re convinced he’ll have back issues by the time he’s 25.
too lazy to tag sorry guys ily — idek what this is im just avoiding my summer class work
