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Souvenir. Chapter I (m) ┃LHS x Reader.

Lee Heeseung x Reader

‒ souvenir. (m) chapter one. ✎  [6k words]

genre: assassin!au, e2l, slowburn-ish, action fic.

warnings: eventual smut, angst, violence, mentions of SA, and usage of language regarding that. cursing, a lot of existential crisis, and a lot of dialog. synopsis: what a predicament. reaching for the hand of the one who should be pointing a gun at your head instead. you of all people, no one. a shadow with no past and no future, a puppet to a bigger machine, who followed the rules and orders so thoroughly. how reckless of him... or perhaps... how free. loosely based on mr. and mrs. smith, very loosely. i just enjoy the whole "hit man" meets "hit woman" and they are one another assignment so they team up instead. it's been a while since I've posted a fic, and i hope you all enjoy it. this is not proofread, so i apologize in advance for any mistakes. enjoy chapter one of this series. <3

August 8th, 10:55 pm.

Tap... Tap, tap—heels against polished black marbled floors. The pillars were painted in Gold; not the faux type; and the drapes were velvet red. The lounge of this fancy restaurant was on the 25th floor of the Morisson Hotel, a three-star Michelin in a five-star Hotel. The view of a bustling, living city twinkled in your peripheral through the dark tainted glass, New York at night had its charm, you could almost hear the sound of chattering crowds filling the streets, the smell of food trucks and burned rubber, it made you briefly nostalgic as your thoughts are interrupted. "May I show you to your table, Miss?" You don't spare the busboy a glance, honestly. In this world, they are invisible; if you are to play the part, you must act accordingly. You hum in response, and he follows with a brief "Right this way". The white of his dress shirt is pale, you imagine they must be rigid with how pristine their employees should carry themselves, his vest seems ill-fitted as if he got a number too big for his slim waist. Your eyes roam secretly, taking note of how many people were in the restaurant in the first place, a handful, you noted in your mind, it was a very exclusive place, after all. "Your host will arrive shortly." The busboy speaks once more, pulling the chair for you to sit and you do, nodding as you look at the large, empty table you're sitting alone at. Eight other plates and silverware other than your own, indicating a large party. "Is there anything I can get you in the meantime, Miss?" Rehearsed lines in a trained, comforting tone to make sure the guests are always satisfied. Finally, you look up at him, hiding the instant surprise you feel. Black tamed locks hid dark chocolate eyes, an underlying intensity you could not pinpoint as your gaze shifted to the rest of his features, a sharp nose, defined jaw, and lips perfectly symmetrical. Beautiful. Your assessment of him lasted barely a few seconds before you answered. "Bordeaux." The invisible Busboy was not made to be invisible at all if you're honest with yourself. Not with features like that. Perhaps that was a calculated choice by their management, but as you quickly glanced around and took note of the other staff, you realized that no, this busboy was an exception. "Right away." And he disappears.

Your curiosity becomes boredom quickly as your mind goes back to your task at hand. There isn't much to go over, you're very, very good at your job, from how you infiltrate yourself into people's lives to how calculated of a choice it was putting on the skin-fitted almost sheer bronze dress you were wearing, the slit barely too high to be appropriate.

Seducing was your least favorite part. It wasn't hard to convince a man that you loved him, better yet, that he loved you. It wasn't hard to wrap them around your finger as they talked, and talked and talked. Men loved to talk. And while they did after you've given them those shining doe eyes that made them feel like they were the most important person in the world, they spilled all their dirty fucking little secrets. And once you had what you needed... Well, you weren't always so thrilled about killing either. But you might actually enjoy this one.

You sigh as you feign boredom, but you quickly assess the possible exits, just in case, just to be safe. After all, it had taken you over five months to convince Stefano to let you meet his family, today, you'd meet his father and very unpleasant mother. They were so wary of any woman who approached their son, and rightfully so, given they were owners of the biggest oil company in Eastern Europe, one that so quickly rose in shares and investment, eliminating the competition, quite literally. You chuckled to yourself quietly as you remembered how Stefano Nowak had gloated to you, high on methamphetamines as he paced naked in your shabby little hotel room in Budapest that one night about how his father had ordered hits against their competitors, and that their next target was Windersher. You laughed as you pretended to be high off your ass, a giggle so dumb, you wondered how he never even suspected you. The rich often enjoyed roleplaying a simple life, shabby hotels, vintage, dusty restaurants, and backpacking Southeast Asia because the experience made them "more human", right up until they got bored.

You didn't think of yourself as someone who could judge another person's morality, you killed people, after all, you weren't some type of vigilante either. Far from that, you only did as you were told, and you had been told to infiltrate, get information, execute Stefano's father, and disappear. And at the end of the day, you did it for money.

"1993." You're startled. Something that hadn't happened to you in years, you hadn't heard him, and you blinked, looking up at the busboy holding the bottle of wine, how had he snuck up on you so quietly?  "Excuse me?" You ask. "1993 Bordeaux." The corner of his lips pulled slightly as if he had enjoyed surprising you. "Yes, of course. Go ahead." You take your eyes off him and look at your glass as he takes it. The sound of the expensive red wine filling only a bit of your cup rings in your ears, he quietly offers it back to you, and you taste it. It tasted like a victory to you, it's what you always ordered when you were infiltrated, when you had won. You nod, not looking up and he fills the rest of your cup, you hum deeply as you take another sip of the wine., you barely register that the man is still beside you, watching you, you glance upwards, almost awkwardly.

"Yes?" You feigh annoyance, he tilts his head so very slightly, his lips pulling again, this time lopsided.

"You're very beautiful." He bluntly praises. You're not usually taken aback by compliments, it was so out of character for a busboy of a place like this to be so bold, it truly surprised you, and you couldn't hide the utter confusion on your face. "Excuse me?" "If I'm being honest with you, the minute you walked through the lounge, I kinda blacked out for a few seconds, honest to god." He raises the hand that's not holding the bottom of the wine bottle up as if pleading his truth. "What are y—" "That dress too, damn..." His voice lowers. His eyes lower. Your eyes bulge. "The things I'd do to you given the opportunity and consent are uncharted, sweetheart." You look around almost alarmed, searching for a manager, someone, anyone. "Don't worry, I won't bother you for too long. Is the wine good?" "Are you insane? You're gonna lose your job." You scoff at him, still looking around for someone to complain to. You had entirely forgotten about your purpose here.

"It's my last day." He smirks down at you. "Oh, I wonder why." Sarcasm drips in your tone. "Get the fuck away from me." His brows furrow as his lips pout in an "ohh". "Dirty mouth." He husks and you're so unaware of how your body is unconsciously reacting. You're unaware that you're attracted to him. That despite being shocked at his behavior, if you had a normal life, if you were a normal person... You'd flirt back. "I will scream." You glare at him and grit your teeth. "Yeah, you will." And as if on cue, you can see Stefano and his family making their way towards your table with a different Busboy guiding them. "I really hope you enjoy your dinner... Goodbye, sweetheart."

And he pivoted on his feet, leaving the wine bottle on the table before disappearing somewhere. You don't have time to tell the new busboy about the old one's behavior as Stefano quickens his steps, pressing his lips to yours and tilting you slightly.

"My amor." He says loudly, his father unamused, his mother raising a brow. "Baby, these are my parents, they were dying to meet you." You doubt that deeply. "Mr. and Mrs. Nowak, it's a huge pleasure to meet you. I'm honored to be dining with you this evening." You politely say, voice low and trained, just the way his mother would want a daughter-in-law.

As introductions are made and everyone sits, you're taking note of the five other men, two of them sitting quietly on each side of Stefano's parents, looking around at all times. They looked menacing and dangerous, straight out of a nightmare, with tattoos on their hands, neck, and face. Those were probably the ones to be wary of. As the food started to come you looked at the scrawny one sitting beside you and Stefano, that was his brother, Ivan, barely in his twenties, but already had a few DUIs and a Sexual Assault case against him that his loving mother was trying to keep quiet. He thought he could have anything he wanted, even the things he couldn't have.

The other two you hadn't seen before, and you took a quick mental picture as you elegantly folded your salad against your fork, those were Marko and Daniel. Marko had a huge scar on his neck and Daniel had green eyes, they were probably the business partners. This diner not being just one to introduce you to his family, but also one to talk about business. They were always so efficient. The food came as they talked, twenty, or thirty minutes had passed as you quietly ate, they spoke leaving out details that a stranger didn't need to know about. Details you were badly interested in. You glanced upwards at Stefano's mother. She was digging into her entré.

"Their spaghetti alla carbonara is very good, I heard." You smile softly, submissively. "No carbonara out of Italy is good." She almost spat, taking a large sip of her wine. "I agree." You laughed softly despite how loudly she was chewing. "Have you had real Umbrian Carbonara?" Her brow raised, reaching for a piece of the bread on the table.

"Yes. My nonna always told us that the only decent Carbonara in the world was Umbrian, and hers, of course." You smile. "She taught us how to make it from scratch when I was just a bambina."

Mrs. Nowak looks at Stefano, who's paying attention to his father, then back at you. "You didn't tell me she was Italian, Stefano." She shoves the boy. "Of course, 'Ma, I wouldn't date a girl that wasn't perfect. I told you she was perfect." He quickly interjects before going back to his father.

"You know, in our line of business, being the wife is very hard. Stefano's father is from a completely different culture than mine, I had to learn how to adapt." "We can take them next week, boss." You heard them say in parallel to your conversation, more carefree now that it seemed you were talking to Stefano's mother. "Oh, It must have been so hard, I hated leaving my family to go on my church's mission last year, but it was so important that I stay close to God and his purpose." She almost gasped in surprise. "You're catholic?" "Thoroughly, mam." You chuckle softly. "I even have Stefano pray the "The Lord's Prayer" with me before bed.

"Next week is too soon, Windersher just surpassed us, if we do the hit now, they'll notice," Marko spoke.

"Oh, what a blessing. I was so afraid that you'd be another one of those skimpy girls Stefano always brought home, but I see you're a girl of the Lord." You feign happiness as you hear her speak, if you're being honest you needed to pretend not to be too excited, given you were another step closer to this family now all you had to do was try to hear when they would order the hit on Windersher's CEO.

"Davit tried to convince us you were an assassin." She took large sips of her wine, laughing. "They're paranoid." You figured Davit was one of the guards, glancing at him subtly before you smiled back at her, teeth and all. "Always think someone's trying to kill them." "I don't think I'm suited for a job like that." You laugh softly, not even phased. Your facade as the fragile, delicate girl was so well made that it couldn't crumble for anyone. Except for that busboy, he had gotten under your skin very uncomfortably. Your eyes lifted and roamed the place, wondering if he had left, you hadn't seen him again.

"Octob—" Mr. Nowak coughed. "October..." Another cough. God, these old men needed to learn how to chew their food, you were desperate for the date. But the coughing fit continued and got louder, getting the attention of not only the other people at your table but the staff and other people at the restaurant. Soon, it seemed like Mr. Nowak was choking, his face getting red.

"He's choking!" Stefano screamed and you heard people gasp loudly as Davit, the bodyguard tried to perform the Heimlich move, yet as your attentive and alarmed eyes assessed the sudden situation you looked around, most people were watching and at the corner of your eye you watched someone slip through the back doors, a head of tame black hair, once you looked back at the scene, you saw blood. It dripped from his mouth, his eyes, his nose, and ears as he coughed.

Shit.

Mrs. Nowak's scream erupted as the entire thing suddenly turned into chaos, everyone rushing to Mr. Nowak's aid, a scenario so unpredictable that you still hadn't drawn an escape route, because the reason Mr. Nowak was now dead in Davit's arms as the other guard tried to perform CPR, blood everywhere, was because Mr. Novak had been...

"Poisoned," Davit said as he looked down at his beloved boss's lifeless body. "A woman's weapon." He glanced up at you. Your eyes bulged, putting one hand up as if to try and defend yourself, but the truth was, what was the point, he was dead. There would be no hit, and now, you were a suspect to this family, they'd never tell you a thing.

"Fuck it." You sighed as you reached for your thigh, bringing out the pocket pistol that you had been hiding. They barely had time to react as you shot four times, your aim so precise that the two guards and both business partners didn't stand a chance. Their bodies hit the floor and you aimed at the three remaining people.

"You bitch! She-devil! You will burn in the scolding flames of hell, you fucking whore!" Mrs. Nowak was screaming at you as she hunched over her dead husband's body, rage and grief in her words, you rolled your eyes and shot her through the head, her body dropping over her dead husband's. Stefano and Ivan were paralyzed, shocked as they looked at their dead parents. "Momm—!" Ivan began to yell as realization hit, but he wasn't able to finish, as another shot brought him down.

"Fucking rapist." You mutter to yourself, realizing you were out of ammo. At this point, people were rushing out of the restaurant, a screaming frenzy echoing all around. "You— You killed them..." Stefano was trembling, most likely from the shock, his bulged, glassed-over eyes turning to look at you, you sighed as you reached for your thigh once more, calm and collected as he began to stutter.

"I thought you... You loved me... You sai— Who are you?" He almost whispered as you loaded your gun with the mag you had, a scoffed-out laugh leaving you.

"No one." You answer before lifting your gun.

"Wait! Wa—" And the last gunshot rang in the almost empty restaurant before you watched his body fall.

It had been hell getting out of that place without being spotted by the staff or any other person who had watched the massacre unfold. You made a very frustrated phone call to your employers telling them that someone had assassinated Mr. Nowak before you got the information you needed, stealing your kill.

September 17th, 2:57 am.

You tried to piece things together the weeks following the failed mission, you went through every single person that had been there, from the dining guests to the staff and there was only one person that didn't fit in. The busboy. The one you finally realized was the one slipping through the back doors as your target was poisoned to death. His face came up on the file, a made-up name most likely, no backstory, nothing checked out, he never existed. You stared at those eyes. Ones so dark, you couldn't quite pin down the reason why. The one that boldly flirted with you. It didn't seem like he knew you were working, to him you might have been just another trophy mafia wife or girlfriend. How reckless of him. You scoffed as you stared at his picture again, just like you did every single day in annoyance, the moonlight coming through the slightly ajar window from the little apartment in the two-story building you were at, Seol was surprisingly quiet at three am. Your phone lit up with a text. Your next mission. You furrowed your brows as you read the text, it was only a time and place, you double-checked the number, making sure it was from your employer. You searched the place, quickly realizing it was a gallery. You took in a breath as you lay on the bed, you heard the quiet wind brush the flimsy curtains, a foreign sense of nostalgia hitting your chest... you had no aspirations, all you had known was this since you could form memories, so you aspired to excel in it. You allowed your eyes to close as frustration crept up on you from the lack of information on your next mission, you were usually in prep mode by now, but perhaps they were taking a different approach this time, perhaps because you had failed your last mission... Miserably. As you drifted to sleep you wondered why a certain dark-eyed man slipped into your dreams even though you had only seen him once.

The gallery was quiet and bright, sunlight coming from the wide and tall windows that adorned the entrance. Hanging on wires were the exposed paintings, ones you were truly admiring as you waited, on large cement blocks you had sculptures and art pieces that filled and alternated the small maze that the gallery presented. Patience was something you had learned already as a girl, forced to steady the glass marble on the back of your hand for hours as part of your training. You stopped in front of a rather beautiful painting, one that depicted a young boy reaching for the ears of a white fluffy rabbit with red eyes, it looked like a renaissance painting. Despite the innocence you could feel coming from the way the boy is portrayed, you could tell the artist wanted to give the spectator a feeling of recklessness, of danger coming from the innocence of a boy and from the self-preservation of a creature. You would have gotten this painting if you had a home.

"You do seem like the type to admire art."

A voice you didn't think you'd forget that quickly spoke low a little behind you. You freeze for merely a few seconds, making several decisions in your head before you turn your head to glance at him.

God, he was gorgeous, just like you remembered, his damn photo didn't bring him justice. He was wearing a loose cotton shirt with a few buttons opened at the top, revealing honey-kissed skin, black, perfectly ironed slacks. His hair was less tame this time, a few loose strands covering his forehead and he had his hands behind his back.

You gave him a once over, hiding how incredibly attracted to him you were before you looked back at the painting. You had decided to pretend you were unphased by him being there. Maybe he didn't know who you were, maybe he just thought it was an incredible coincidence. "You don't seem surprised to see me." He stated the obvious moving dangerously closer. You looked at him again, noticing how he was standing right beside you, hands in his pockets, perhaps holding a gun.

"You seem surprised to see me, though." You retort. "I figured you'd be dead." He fed you very little, letting you wonder. You decided to play a different card. Have the upper hand, if he didn't know, you'd let him know you did. "Why, did you poison my food too?" You continue to look at the beautiful painting in front of you. "Ah, you realized it was me." He hummed, speaking lower now as he was closer to you. "Yes, very reckless, very annoying." You sighed in a bored tone. "Fucked up my whole plan, that was such a fucking inconvenience."

"God, you have a dirty mouth." He gave his head a slight tilt as he laughed.

"What do you want, I'm working." You finally said in a more annoyed and impatient tone. "So am I." He retorted, looking at you. "You look great, by the way, white suits you." He referred to the white summer dress you had on, but you were more concerned about the fact that he was also working.

"What do you mean you're working, there can't be two targets in the same place, that's very unlikely." You say lower, crossing your arms over your chest, his eyes flash with acknowledgment as his suspicions are confirmed. He was pretty certain, but it was good to have confirmation that you both were in the same line of work. "Maybe it's the same target again, that would be so much fun, wouldn't it?" His voice is teasing.

"You're very annoying..."

"Heeseung." You look at him, his eyes meet yours very intensely. "My name is Heeseung." "Sure." You didn't believe him, and he didn't argue. You looked down at your phone in your purse, annoyance growing. Your patience was growing thin now because of the unpleasant but stupidly attractive guest standing beside you.

"You're not going to tell me your name?" He smiles arrogantly. "No. Maybe go stand somewhere else." You look around. "And why would I want to do that when I have a fucking masterpiece beside me?" That makes you roll your eyes. "You're cheesy." "And you do a very poor job at pretending it doesn't work on you." You had barely registered that he was uncomfortably close to you. "I'm very good at pretending, actually." You turn your head to him, putting on an act. The glint in your eyes is almost believable if he didn't know any better. The way your lips turn up in a teasing, flirty smile makes his eyes fall to them instinctively. "You don't think so, Heeseung?" Your voice brings a playful sultry tone to it and the way your tongue moves when you say his name has his lips parting, an urgent need to get closer. As quickly as you do it, your face drops, going back to the bored, stoic expression you carried before. "That's impressive."  His brows lift as he clears his throat, looking back at the painting. "Now go away." You shoo him with your hand and this time he scoffs. "I'm not your busboy. Maybe getting close and personal with rich snobs rubbed off on you, sweetheart." "Listen you fucking annoying asshole, I don't care if we have the same target or different targets, I need you to stay the fuck out of my way, otherwise I'm going to put a bullet right between those pretty little dark eyes of yours, are we clear?" "I would fucking love to see you try, sweetheart." "Stop calling me sweetheart." "Or what, you gonna put a bullet between my pretty dark eyes?" "I'll put a bullet in your throat so maybe you'll shut up." "Can I put something in your throat instead?" That was it. You reached for your gun inside your bag, you were going to shoot him in the fucking dick. But your phone and his rang at the same time, announcing a text.

"Target: Lee Heeseung.

File.324"

You read the name and looked at the picture then quickly looked up. His eyes were on you, no longer carrying the flirtatious glint to them. "Y/N, pretty name." He spoke almost without emotion as you glanced at the screen of his phone, you could see your picture. You swallowed. It took you a few seconds to react, reaching for your gun before you felt his hands against your chest, pushing you so strongly that you fell back, alarming the crowd around you as you slid across the floor. You lifted the gun now in your hold, shooting at him as he ducked behind the paintings and sculptures. Chaos ensued, people, screaming and scrambling to make their way out of the gallery, as you took your shot and missed. He was fast on his feet. Hiding behind a large white pillar. "Your aim is shit!" He yelled from behind it as you scrambled to hide behind the cement block holding a small art piece. "Yeah? Wanna come closer so I can show you how bad it is?" You grunted out as you checked how many bullets you had left. You could hear him clutching his gun.

"Listen, we should probably talk about this." He spoke again. "Fine, come out and let's talk, baby." Your breathing was ragged, you'd had traded gunfire before against guards, police even. But never against someone from the same line of work as you. You needed to kill him fast before he killed you. "Why would they send us both here?" He started and you moved quietly, crouched down as you made your way to another cement block, closer to his pillar. "Maybe they're awarding me the honor of killing you and getting paid for it." "Did you see a price on my name?" You falter. There wasn't one. They usually had a price. They usually came with a briefing, not just a name and photo. You swallowed. "So what, I'd kill you for free too." "Y/N, why would they send us both here, with no information, nothing?" He was a little breathless. "It's not the first time either."

You could hear the faint sound of police sirens, you were running out of time and he was in the way of your only exit other than the front entrance.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath, for the first time feeling a little panicked. "This is a setup. They're trying to terminate us." He said a little firmer before finally coming out, you panicked as you saw him, his hands up, his gun in one of his hands. "Don't... Just listen. If you think I'm bullshitting you, fucking shoot me, I don't care, I'll be dead tomorrow anyway." The police sirens get louder as you stand and keep him in your aim. "They want us dead." "Why?" You swallow, your resolve wavering. "I.. Don't know. But I know that the police will be here any minute, and we need to leave." You're trembling and you have no idea why. "Why should I trust you?" Your voice comes out firm but shaky.

He takes in a deep breath, blinking a few times as his eyes show you just as much resolution as you need. 

"I'm all you have left." He's staring at you with intent. You're pondering. He's right, why would they have sent him on the Nowak mission, maybe they expected him to poison you as well, but he didn't, was it his employer, yours? You weren't sure. All you knew is that as you looked into his eyes, he seemed as lost as you were feeling. "Fuck... fuck." You lower your gun, making your way to him quickly. "Give me your gun." You say and he backs off tilting his head. "Wow, how do I know I can trust you? If I'm unarmed I'm vulnerable." "I won't go anywhere with you if you're armed." You spat at him and he cursed under his breath in frustration as he looked at the tall windows, police now stopping abruptly. "Fine, fucking run." He gave you the gun, running to the back of the gallery, and you followed. As you both made your way out of the gallery's back, you followed him through the crooked alleyways and into the back of restaurants and buildings. You had no idea how long you two were running, walking, sneaking for. Eventually, it began to darken, you were both walking between little buildings and houses, in a humble neighborhood. "If you're taking me to your base—" "I'm not fucking stupid. I have a backup base everywhere I go." Maybe you were stupid because you didn't.

Finally, after another twenty minutes in silence as you walked he started walking up the side stairs of a two-story building, you followed him until you were in front of a door, he fumbled with the code before making his way, you followed, heartbeat spiking as you noticed it was dark. Your survival instinct kicked in as you made your way in, reaching for his gun in your purse, and you heard him move you reached a hand for a light switch, fingers brushing against one and flipping the light on as the door shut closed behind you.

You weren't even surprised as he was standing in the middle of the living room, gun pointed at you, you pointing his gun at him.

"So, your plan was to drag me here and kill me anyway?" You scoffed. "I don't want to kill you, but It doesn't mean I fucking trust you" He argued. "Of course, you don't... then put your gun down, Heeseung." "Ladies first." "Not a chance." You spat at him. He flinched, your fight of flight response triggered as you pulled the trigger, but your eyes bulged as nothing came out, you looked at the gun, pulling the trigger a few more times before you looked at him.

"I knew you'd ask for my gun." He said as he tucked the one in his hand behind his back. You raged, throwing the gun at him, he ducked before you were moving in, trying to deliver a punch, but he dodged you every time. You were a skilled fighter, but he was proving to be one too as your fist flew back and forth and missed him every time. He wasn't trying to hit you back, just deflect your hits at him, you change one move, hitting a painful blow against his cheek and he grunts in annoyance before he reaches for your wrist, spinning you and pulling you against his chest, his lips against your ear.

"You done?" He husks out between ragged breathing.

You scream, bending over and using your strength to fling him over your back and onto the floor, his legs move before you can punch down at him, wrapping around your feet and making you fall onto your back, he then moves above you, quickly gripping at both your wrists and pinning over your head. One of his legs pins you down as you squirm and he holds your chest down with his other hand.

"Fucking stop, you're being very fucking annoying."

You grit back at him, but your body is buzzing with adrenaline and as you squirm, trying to free yourself, you come to the understanding that he is ultimately stronger than you, and your body grows tired of fighting against him.

"You gonna behave now?" He looked down at you as he noticed you calm down, your chest heaving against his palm, your dress bunched up your tights. "You can't make me." You retort, your throat dry as you try to assess your possible escape routes.

"Oh, I bet I could." The tone of his voice changes, and you eye him. The glint was back in his eyes, the playfulness. He looked stupidly good over you, manhandling you like this, and your body betrayed you as the tone of his voice met your ears. Both your breathing was ragged, his face leveled with yours as he looked into your eyes, holding your glare. Your body relaxes, giving up and he whispers "Good girl." You freeze, it was a stupid trigger, truly. But effective enough that your eyes slightly bulged up at him in fear. The shift in your demeanor alarmed him, he moved, rolling to the side as you got up, walking to the opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall. You rubbed at your wrists, a slight ache where he had been forcefully holding you, you both were quiet for a few minutes. "Tell me what's going through your head." He's quiet, with a concerned tone in his words. You take a few seconds to answer.

"They want us dead so... We should probably find a way to stay alive. They'll probably send others after us." You lie, although the 'others' part was true. Truly, you were wondering how you so easily caved to this man, you didn't know him, although it seemed he had known you. It made you feel weak, it made you feel ashamed.

"I have a friend in Japan that can get us off the grid, fingerprints, image recon, the whole thing. We can go our separate ways after." His voice is almost too emotionless for your liking. "You'd just help me like that?" You cackle an amused laugh as you lean on the opposite side of the room. "You truly are reckless..." He watches with a lifted brow as you shake your head. "There's probably a reason why they chose us, you know?" You begin reaching for your phone and putting it apart. "I'm ranked one in the company. My employers say they only choose agents competent enough to do the job, so, they believe I'm the only one that has what it takes to kill you." You take out the chip, cracking it in two between your fingers before you do the same to the flimsy, flip device.

"It's the same for me." He adds.

"So, if you know I'm the only one competent enough to kill you, why would you help me?" You finally cross your arms again, eyes meeting his, his hair was a mess from the earlier, almost shameful fighting session.

"Because I'm the only one that can kill you, if you turn on me, I'll put a bullet in your head." Annoyance comes up your throat like something sour, you hate the thought that it might be true. You had always been the best, the one that excelled in this, never heard of someone being as good as you, or better.

"That's cute." You scoff at him. "I'll be in the room over there, try not to bother me." The confirmation that you would indeed be going to Japan with him without actually saying it.

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Mortified (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil can always rely on dan to answer his questions about earth. so when he finds a mysterious object underneath their bed, he goes to dan about it

not like the others (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: Dan’s new boyfriend is just a bit eccentric, and more than a little secretive. But that doesn’t have to mean he’s hiding something big… right?

 Our House (ao3) - sierraadeux

Enemy is a harsh word. Rival sounds so immature, like Dan’s the star of some teen drama on Netflix. Competition is close, but not quite there. In simple terms, Dan has a distaste for Phil Lester. Otherwise known as AmazingPhil in their line of business, for some reason that’s beyond Dan. What makes him so amazing anyway? There’s a reason the network wanted Daniel Howell and Phil Lester for this specific series, and Dan guesses there’s really only one way to find out that answer. or And they were co-hosts. Oh my god they were co-hosts.

Unpleasant Situations (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Phil is going to have dinner with his mum’s new boyfriend and his son for the first time. Turns out Dan is his son and they remember each other from a drunk hookup, a month before. They both still think the other is hot but their situation is not ideal at all.

[thumblemina]

i am absolutely FERAL for this story this is already a masterpiece their dynamic is everything

genius. [akaashi keiji x reader] masterlist

>>You struggle to pay rent on your limited graduate student salary, and your worst enemy agrees to help you out.

or

You realize you need to find a partner for your faceless porn account, and Akaashi Keiji is the only man who meets all your requirements.<<

series status: ongoing. ↺

spotify playlist ⇝

tags: "grad student by day, porn star by night" akaashi keiji, linguistics phd students akaashiyn, welcome to the one thing i know too much about :')), academic rivals to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, dom!akaashi keiji (DOM AKAASHI SUPREMACY), porn with feelings, akaashi gets yellow-carded in their color consent system but i swear it's not what it looks like, dom/sub dynamics, akaashi's a brat tamer, side pairing kurootsukki <3

a/n: welcome to the 'academic rivals to lovers dom!akaashi keiji' series that's been haunting me for weeks now :) hope you enjoy :)

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

chapter 1. october 16th. ⊗ [wc: 17.5k]

chapter 2. ricochet. ⊗ [wc: 29.6k]

chapter 3.

chapter 4.

chapter 5.

chapter 6.

[twopoppies]

hey Gina! hope you're well. I'm the same anon who asked for "rooms on fire" fic. thanks for the great help.I absolutely loved it. As a thankyou I'd like to rec a fic to you, I hope you haven't already read it yet. It's a historical fic set in the year 1934 and since it wasn't mentioned under your historical ficsrec I thought of sharing, it's "Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis (domesticharry)" .hope you like it as much as i did. and like you say, bonus, i cried (for real).have a nice day/night ahead :) loads of love❤

Hi sweetheart. Thank you so much for the suggestion!! I love a good historical romance.

Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis (domesticharry) (E, 79K)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

[emjiroki]

Please my lovely followers and mutuals recommend fics to me! I'm in a reading slump and feel bad about only reblogging my own things!

Promote your fav authors and yourself please selfpromoting is good for the soul

I'll be posting under the tag #ficsrecs✨️

[say-narry]

Christmas' gift

Author's Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :) Any bad comment about Tomlinson's familly will be ignored and blocked.

Pairing: louis!husband x reader!wife

Word count: 2k

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), curse words.

"He just fell asleep." I mumbled, watching Freddie snore on top of me.

It was Christmas Eve and Louis' birthday. We were in Doncaster at Lottie's house. The Tomlinson family decided to have the party here this year, since last year it had been at our house.

Everyone was talking soon after following their traditions like wearing matching pajamas, eating cookies and giving presents to the children.

They are the family I never had, I just love being a part of it.

"I thought he would be running back and forth all night." Louis commented as he finished his beer.

His fingers stroking his son's soft hair, Freddie's arms squeezed me even tighter as he placed his face just above my breasts.

As big as the boy was now, in family moments and away from it all, he was Daddy's baby… and mine too.

Since I had started my relationship with Louis a few years ago, Freddie and I had gotten along well, and when he spent time with us, he would get sly, but not in a bad way; he loved being the center of his father's attention.

I didn't judge, because I knew how hard it was to have to share his father with the rest of the world much of the time.

"He ate a lot of candy, but the search for Santa Claus tired him out for sure."

"The search and the jealousy." Louis left a kiss on the boy's head and one on my cheek.

Louis was sitting facing me on the couch, Lottie was nursing Lucky in one of the armchairs next to us, the twins had put Ernest and Doris to sleep and were now looking over the pictures they would be posting. Mark and Lewis were chatting about golf while finishing their drinks.

"Jealous?" I asked.

"Of the cousin. Of you with his cousin. Of his cousin with me." Louis commented and arched his eyebrows as if it were obvious.

I shifted my gaze between him and Lottie, who nodded and pointed at Lucky.

"Really? I didn't realize that… I was so excited to see you all with the presents, eating the birthday cake, that I didn't pay attention."

"When you were holding Lucky on your lap, Freddie even put down the toy and closed his face like my brother." Lottie replied, and I grimaced.

"I didn't really notice, I thought he had gotten used to not being our only baby… But about him closing his face in jealousy, I thought it was a natural thing for the Tomlinsons."

I winked at my sister-in-law, who laughed softly, and Louis gave me the finger.

"Sorry, luv. Force of habit."

I laughed, agreeing and straightening my entitlement.

We said goodbye to the people who were still awake, Freddie was still on my lap, his arms wrapped around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist.

I slowly opened the bedroom door since Doris and Ernest were already asleep there.

I laid the little boy down on the bed and covered him, leaving a little kiss on his head. Louis followed my footsteps.

I walked past my younger brothers-in-law and also laid out the blankets.

I went to my room and then to the bathroom, brushing my teeth. Louis accompanied me while I looked at the pictures the twins had sent in the family group on Messages.

I put on thicker, more comfortable pajamas because the snowfall that night would be intense.

As I pulled my sweater into my arms, I felt cold and slightly clammy hands run up my ribs and across my belly.

"Another birthday gift, huh?" I heard Louis let out a slutty chuckle as one hand reached into my panties and the other squeezed one of my boobies.

I closed my eyes and lowered my arms. I spread my legs a little and felt Louis's fingers lightly massage my spot.

"Baby… I already gave you your b-birthday gift". I purred as I felt Louis's hardened cock rubbing behind me.

"Please, baby? Uh?" It was Louis's turn to purr, his kisses being distributed over my neck.

A breeze hit us, making my whole body shiver with cold and as a pop in my head, I opened my eyes and closed my legs again.

I stretched out my arms and put on the dark sweater that Lottie had given me.

I turned to face Louis and noticed his dilated pupils and only a thin blue circle of his irises around them.

I looked down quickly and Louis was still excited and the mark on his sweatpants showed this.

"Will you refuse to make love to me, Y/n?" Louis's hands were still on my hips, his tone of voice indignant. "On my birthday?"

“Technically, it's Jesus' birthday, yours was yesterday.” I threw my arms around the side of Louis' neck and stared at him with an arched right eyebrow.

Louis gave his famous cute smile that his fanbase went crazy for when he did, but I was sure he was thinking of a very good answer, and I knew he wouldn't be shaken by my joke.

I stood on my tiptoes and blew him a kiss, trying to wipe the smile off his face, and it worked.

Louis deepened the kiss and I sighed, felt one of his hands hold my face while his body pushed mine to the bed. We stumbled along, kissing and laughing. I jumped up and sat down on the huge bed in the room, Louis stood between my legs and stretched out on top of me keeping his arms like braces.

"All right, luv, let's go to sleep." Another kiss was given and Louis got off me.

Again, I arched my eyebrow, had he given up easily? Very strange.

Louis hit the switch and only the lamps, one on each side of the bed, lit up the room.

I straightened up in bed, still suspicious that he had given up. I folded the sheet so that Louis could cover himself more easily.

By the shadows and the movement on the bed, it didn't take long for my husband to join me. I decided to speed up the process and took off my pants and panties, leaving only my sweater. I turned sideways, anxious to see Louis' reaction and to my relief, he hugged me and begin be the big spoon.

He covered us and it was possible to hear only our breathing and the wind rushing against the windows. I could still feel Louis' dick against my ass and now somehow, I too was aroused.

"My love…" I swung my ass against Louis's dick, who let out a heavy sigh.

"You're wet aren't you, darling?" Louis's voice was hoarse, and his hand grabbed my hip and helped me move against him.

I just nodded even though the light was dim. Louis's hand left my hip and reached under my sweater, his fingers playing with my nipples hardened by the cold and excitement.

"I know you are, my love, no need to answer. Does my naughty girl need me now?" Louis's lips, which were very close to my ear, were now distributing kisses down my neck again, making me involuntarily close my eyes.

Still on my side, Louis patted my hip twice quickly as a signal for me to stop. His lips were still on my neck, but I could feel a movement behind me, surely it was Louis getting rid of the bottom of my sweatshirt.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs a little, will you?" Louis asked and I obeyed, feeling his cock invade and stretch my inner walls. His cock being enveloped in my pussy was simply too tasty.

The delicious sensation made me pull back the comforter that covered us, a way to fill my embrace since Louis was behind me and also, a way to muffle the moans caused by the good feeling of having him inside me.

"F-feel so good, baby... Your d-dick is too big and warm…"

Louis's arm tightened even more around my waist at my comment, his chest pressed against my back and his hips slamming relentlessly against me.

"You like it, don't you? Do you like being filled with my cock?" I felt my neck sweat with Louis's sighs and kisses, and I quickly agreed. "I want to fill you up, y/n… Can I cum inside? Will you be my baby's mommy?"

A great shiver ran through my entire body, the sensation was so overwhelming that I didn't think much of it other than to agree. I had been on birth control forever, but we had been married for a few years, and surely seeing Lottie's baby had awakened that in Louis.

"Answer me, luv!" - Louis unstroked his thrusts and I rolled my eyes, he was pounding against me slowly and torturously. "Uh? You're going to look so beautiful pregnant with our baby, I'm going to be the happiest man in the world."

"Yes, baby… A-anything that you want but just... more faster, please" I whimpered a little louder as I felt one of Louis's hands leave my hips, spread my legs a little, and begin to stroke my clit with his fingertips.

His fingers circled my sensitive spot, my raised leg trembled, Louis put his arm which was resting on the bed, underneath me and his hand gripped my neck, squeezing it a little.

My eyes closed tightly, loving the mixture of sensations. My fingernails brushed the comforter as my body rippled against Louis'. His low moans made me want to cry with pleasure. I felt my inner muscles tighten against Louis' cock, my body trembling with excitement, now I was hotter than ever.

Two or three more strokes in, Louis let out a long moan in my ear and I felt his hips go into spasms, soon the hot thick liquid was shooting inside me.

Louis' fingers stopped for a few seconds and then went back to work. "Come for me, baby, come on my cock? Yeah?"

I bit my lips as I felt a tremor in the pit of my stomach and the sensation of relaxation rebound against my senses.

"My good girl…" Louis was still inside me and didn't seem to want to come out anytime soon. I laid my head against him, my vision was a little blurry but I would get over it. We were both panting. "So beautiful, so mine… I love you so much…"

"Too hot, baby…" My body was limp and my senses were messed up.

Louis seemed to understand and helped me take off my sweater, my body shivered again due to the room temperature that was hot, but not as hot as my body.

I let out a long sigh feeling Louis disconnect us, it was a strange feeling, literally an emptiness inside me. He pulled the thick blankets over us. I could feel our liquids leaking out of me, but I definitely didn't have the strength to clean up right now, I just wanted to be as close to my husband as possible.

"Lou…" I groaned "Will you stay here? Please?"

"Of course, my love. I'm only covering us because I don't want the mother of my baby to catch a cold."

Louis hugged me again from behind, I snuggled into him feeling the yeast coming from his body, a smile was born on my face as I imagined another baby in the family.

"Do you really want to have a baby with me?" I turned my face away trying to look at him even in the dim light.

Even though we were already married, I was still a little insecure. Louis was traveling all the time, obviously a lot of people want him too.

"Everyone you want to have with me, baby. It's going to be my early Christmas present next year!” He kissed the tip of my nose, "But, you'll have to help with Mr. Jealousy."

I let out a chuckle, nodding my head in agreement.

"Don't talk that way about our boy, I'm sure he'll make a great big brother."

"Yes, just kidding." Louis gave me that cute smile again, and I stroked his hair and turned to face him, sandwiching my face between his shoulder and neck. "Merry Christmas, darling."

"Merry Christmas, my love. And happy birthday, again."

[sophiecullen]

#a/b/o #tripletsStyles #OmegaLouis #ToReadAbsolutley! #NextInLine #kudos #ficsRec #ao3

One Direction fics that have the Styles triplets as characters as requested in this ask. Pairings are noted in each rec. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

＊ Silver nightmares by Deidei

(M, 214k, Harry/Louis/OMC) There are three prestigious Wolf clans: The Styles, The Payne’s and The Maliks. They are ancient clans of Pureblood Wolfs and they are respected and worshipped by other lower-class clans.

＊ Across the Stars (I'll Write Your Name) by @dreamboathaz

(T, 154k, Harry/Louis, Marcel/Louis, Edward/Louis) Louis has been living peacefully on his home planet of Dononter Minor for years before he's kidnapped by a group of pirates that call themselves The Blades of Orion. Or, a Star Wars AU

＊ When the bartender met the alpha triplets by Tattoolwt

(M, 151k, Harry/Edward/Marcel/Louis) As cliché as it might sound, it all changed when he met them. A Styles triplets a/b/o story

＊ Submit To Me by HorrorJunkie

(E, 122k, Harry/Edward/Marcel/Louis) Their two worlds were never meant to collide until the triplets find themselves meeting the stunning omega who will forever change their lives.

＊ No Control by LouisIsGolden28

(M, 118k, Harry/Louis) When he almost reaches the other side of the room where he sees the toilet sign he bumps into a person. "For fuck's sake watch ou-" It's another Alpha, shit.

＊ Triple the Love by NeverEnoughKT

(E, 78k, Harry/Edward/Marcel/Louis) Louis Tomlinson is an omega freshman in college when he meets the Styles Triplets who are senior alphas.

＊ The Triplets Mate by fucksinglelouis

(NR, 48k, Harry/Edward/Marcel/Louis) Edward, Harry, and Marcel Styles had decided to mate together before they could even decipher the significance of the act; but now, looking back, they think it may not have been the smartest decision.

＊ Mind of Stone by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(M, 41k, Harry/Louis) He needs to find a way back home, and then figure out what the fuck happened at the bar tonight.

＊ Look After You by Onlymine987

(NR, 30k, Harry/Edward/Marcel/Louis) Anne had fallen pregnant first, and had given birth to healthy, alpha triplets. Jay had problems with fertility and finally got pregnant three years after Anne had given birth to a tiny Omega. This is the story of the alpha triplets and their tiny Omega.

＊ All In by @jaerie

(E, 3k, Harry/Louis, Edward/Louis, Marcel/Louis, Harry/Edward/Marcel/Louis) Being identical triplets, when Harry accidentally bonded with Louis, he bonded them all. 

＊ Been Waiting For A Lifetime For You by orphan_account

(M, 2k, Harry/Louis, Marcel/Louis, Edward/Louis) When an omega smells their soulmate alpha(s) they get triggered into heat.

＊ Don't forget where you belong by orphan_account

(E, 1k, Harry/Marcel/Edward/Louis) The styles triplets claim their mate in front of everyone. Pwp

[baekhooney]

BaekSoo fics rec

under the same sky by kynqso

Summary : It's what Baekhyun liked to call their story: a love that transcended the summer. Includes but is not limited to: lunchboxes, Thursdays, a wall painting, postcards, and sunrises and sunsets.

AO3

good to love by kozens

Summary : Between Beijing and Tokyo, Kyungsoo finds a stranger, and perhaps so much more.

AO3

kissing the devil by taeyeons

Summary : A cry rings in his ears and all Baekhyun's struck by is the familiarity.

AO3

Tug of War by yibaek (sparkinski)

Summary : Baekhyun feeds off of affection... literally. Without affection and love, he will wither away. Enter Kyungsoo, the last man Baekhyun should fall for, the man that drains the life from everyone he touches.

AO3

Winter Heat by UNCONQU3R3D

Summary : Kyungsoo and Baekhyun somehow, conveniently, get trapped together in a snowstorm and are forced to survive. Easier said than done since they can't stand each other.

AO3

Limes and Coastlines by Yifanning (Bambitae)

Summary : Answers submerge when you've faced the eye of the storm—thus, Kyungsoo stood on his toes, nearing the ledge, gazing into the dark, deep end. Close to pulling back, closer to falling in.

AO3

i saw sparks by exohousewarming

Summary : Stars all collapse and die, Kyungsoo thinks, but as long as he has Baekhyun on his side, he’d always see the light that will guide him home.

AO3

i’ll take you home by exohousewarming

Summary : Baekhyun needs a flatmate, preferably someone who perfectly fits his standards and can actually deal with the concept of living with him. Preferably someone like Kyungsoo.

AO3

[juxjux]

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My goal with this tumblr is basically to give the people the opportunity to find fics about the boys easily and to enjoy them as much as I do. All the fics that I will list here i do read beforehand because i do like when the stories are really well written.

I like when people do show me some new blogs that I didn’t knew before.

So that way i can list more and more fics here.

I’m really discerning person, but I’m not raw!

Probably there will be more realistic fanfics about the BTSmember x reader, established relationship, domesticAU, idolAU, friends to lovers,FWB and more.

Not that much of a fan of hybridAU, vampireAU, supernaturalAU, demonAU and etc.

But, if I read and like it for sure will be here.

So don’t be shy to dm me 😊!

XoXo!

<3 

[baekhooney]

ChanBaek Fics Rec

Saving the 10th Prince by table12300

Summary : Every night, Park Chanyeol has watched the same man die in his arms. Every morning, Chanyeol has woken up with tears in his eyes and an unknown name on his lips. Wang Eun. AO3

La La Corgi by aestaeticism

Part 1 [Summary : Chanyeol is thirteen and wants a big dog. Yep. A real dog, not a Hybrid. Instead he's stuck with corgi puppy Baekhyun.] Part 2 [Summary : Life as a hybrid is complicated, especially in high school, when things change fast and all you can do is try to catch up, hoping it doesn't hurt too much.]

Earthgazers by baeconandeggs, lotusk

Summary : Romance novelist Park Chanyeol is having the worst writer’s block of his career. Frustrated, he tries writing on an old typewriter and for the first time in weeks, the words start to flow. The next morning, he wakes up to a naked stranger spooning him—a naked stranger who just happens to be the main protagonist of his novel. AO3

Blue Lips and Cold Hands by baeconandeggs

Summary : When Baekhyun moves to Philadelphia with his son, he doesn't expect to fall for the ghost living in his house.

AO3

Hold Me Closer, Sleepy Dancer by baeconandeggs, surgicalfocus

Summary : With a demanding job, a recent heartbreak and the everyday trials of a chronic illness, Chanyeol is convinced that romance no longer has a place in his little world — until the guy of his dreams suddenly waltzes into the picture and asks if he’d like to dance.

AO3

[btsmakesmehappy]

Damnn gurl. It was soo hot. I really thought you will make them together but thank god you didn't! It made my imagination went wild as I thought about what possibility can happen between both of them. Damn. It 's so well written I just can't get enough of it.

Well done!

three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

Keep reading

[themfchase]

Fic Recs.

Fanfics on this list are mostly Jungkook/Reader, rated M for Mature. The ones on this list are my favorites, and I have a deep love and care for them, so be nice to the author and give them a shoutout, a like and reblog! Have fun! Five Dates - Jungkook/Reader @kpopfanfictrash Word Count: 17,578k Parilian - Jungkook/Reader @kpopfanfictrash Word Count: 41,878k Mind In The Gutter - Jungkook/Reader @kpopfanfictrash Word Count: 18,074k Angel of Death - Jungkook/Reader @btssmutgalore Word Count: 16.9k Lowkey - Jungkook Reader @joonbird Word Count: 6.2k The stars, they cry for us - Jungkook/Reader @zienth Word Count: 1,308k The Turing Test - Jungkook/Reader @fortunexkookie Current Word Count: 67.3k Falling Skies - Jungkook/Reader @fortunexkookie Word Count: 50,055k The Sea and The Storm - Jungkook/Reader @jamaisjoons Word Count: 20k Gingerbread Man - Jungkook/Reader @btsracket Word Count: 7.8k Bitchin - Jungkook/Reader @kinktae Word Count: 4.8k The Suspenders - Jungkook/Reader @kpopfanfictrash Word Count: 2,048k   Sunny Side Up - Jungkook/Reader @jungkookiebus Word Count: 1.9k Rottenfolk - Jungkook/Reader @junqkook Word Count: 13,563k (everything Yara writes tbh) Void - OT7/Reader @btssavedmylifeblr Word Count: ???? Floods in a Flame - Jungkook/Reader @httpjeon​ Word Count: 7.1k Microwave (Mis)Adventures - Jungkook/Reader  @bymoonchild​ Word Count: 20k Written On The Sky - Jungkook/Reader @inktae​ Word Count: 22.293k Noise - Jungkook/Reader @jjkfire​  Word Count: ????  Wanted - Jungkook/Reader @jincherie​ Word Count: Completed.  Strike Three - Jungkook/Reader @avveh​ Word Count: 24.4k Room For Dessert - Jungkook/Reader @avveh Word Count: 40-50k-ish Aromatherapy - Jungkook/Reader @iq-biased Word Count: ????

[multifandom-ficrecs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Schitt's Creek Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Brewer/David Rose Characters: Patrick Brewer, David Rose (Schitt's Creek) Additional Tags: Episode: s06e01 Smoke Signals, Coda, David Rose deserves nice things, Family Feels, Emotions, Happy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Boys In Love, Patrick Brewer is Gay, Wedding Planning, Introspection, Spoilers Series: Part 1 of inspired by season 6 Summary:

His mind is on...other things. On a tiny, rundown motel room with a door that won’t lock and suspicious smelling carpet. On the probability of getting murdered first and trying to shove that responsibility on his sister. On the grim looking girl at the front desk who gave him snark when he asked for towels. On a family who wasn’t a real family at all, let alone actual people.

On how far they’ve all come.

[unsatisfiedmeow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: EXO (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin | Kai/Oh Sehun Characters: Byun Baekhyun, Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin | Kai, Lu Han Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Romance, Smut Summary:

How did Baekhyun feel about having a one night stand with the cute junior from college? Terrible. How did he feel being Chanyeol’s rebound guy? Terrib-ler. Will Baekhyun stop himself from further digging his own grave? Not a chance.

Slice of life au. Actually not my cup of tea but I enjoy it a lot than I thought. I was so irritated with how dumb chanyeol in this story, really. I love it anyway~♡♡♡

[btsmakesmehappy]

Life is better again. Thank you for a beautiful story!!💜💜💜💜

lavender skies I ⤑ knj | m.

rewrite of the original titled ‘intro: her’

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 namjoon comes into your in one of the most unexpected or ways. but even though you are immediately smitten, he comes with some heavy baggage: a failed marriage, three children, and a company left to him by his father. will you able to stay? 〞single dad au. domestic au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: ceo!namjoon x marine veterinarian!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ∝ fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7.8k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: nothing but gratuitous amounts of tooth rotting fluff

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: it’s here!!!! the long awaited and much anticipated first chapter of the rewrite. i can’t believe i somehow managed to double the original’s word count 😭but anyway!! i hope you enjoy it!!

⤑ beta read by the wonderful beau, as well as my loves @yeoldontknow, @inkedtae, @opaljm, @nightshadevinter, @tricethecharm​

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It’s a late Saturday evening when you find yourself wandering through the Korean National Aquarium & Museum of Marine Biology’s exhibits. It’s only been two years since you finished your veterinarian degree and thanks to your high grades, you’d somehow managed to land a highly coveted job as the Head Veterinarian’s second in command at the research facility. Something you had been extremely grateful for - and completely awed by. Despite the two years that had passed, however, you still hadn’t gotten over your utter enamourment over the beautiful aquarium that the building inhabited.

Stark, fluorescent light filters through the water, softening to mellow hues of cerulean and azure that reflect across the contours of your face. Ripples of water dance along the floor, following the gentle currents of the glass tunnels that surround you; each wave broken only by the shadow of your footsteps. Silence fills the atmosphere, amplifying the sound of your gentle humming and the soft padding of your bare feet against the linoleum flooring; your high heels swinging in your hands by their straps. As you continue wandering through the large glass tanks, you simply lose yourself in the tranquillity of the atmosphere. That is, until a large shadow looms over you.

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Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster Additional Tags: Angst, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Prostitution, Past Abuse, Slow Burn, Smoking, Drinking, Jeon Jungkook Is a Brat, Bottom Min Yoongi | Suga Summary:

Jeon Jungkook has a lot of bad habits. Smoking, drinking, promiscuity... Min Yoongi just has one. Jeon Jungkook.