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Yeah of course this imagine is for black readers too. I would I love to take stray kids request for black readers buuut no smut request 😭.

💓 The moment SKZ realized they were in love with you 💓

sorry for any mistakes.

Bangchan: For Bangchan the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you were asleep in his bed. You always slept in his bed when you spent the night and Bangchan always took the sofa. That morning Bangchan walked into his room and suddenly stopped to stare at you as you slept. Little things that he knew about you suddenly turned into big things he wanted to hold onto forever. He starts to think about what going to bed with you every night would feel like. And waking you up in the mornings with soft kisses to your face.

Hyunjin: For Hyunjin the moment he realized he was in love with you was when his members pointed out how he would smile every time he talked about you. At first, he denied that he was in love with you because you're his friend and often times friends turning into lovers never ended well. Hyunjin was more scared of losing you as a friend but he started to play with the thoughts of you and him together. From little softer thoughts of you and him dancing in your dimly lit living room to your favorite song while laughing and to you playing with his fingertips while you talked about your day as he listened.

I.N: For I.N the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you smiled at him. There was just something different about this smile that differed from the dozen you would give to him on the daily. I.N thought maybe he was imagining things with that one smile. But all your other smiles after that one felt like summer. Your smile did things to him he couldn't really explain. So he would start telling you how beautiful your smile was just to watch your smile grow even bigger until your cheeks hurt. I.N wanted to be the only person that could see your summer smile and feel the warmth of it In his soul. Some people might tell him it was just a smile. But it wasn't. It was a smile from you, the one person that stole his heart.

Seungmin: For Seungmin the moment he realized he was in love with you was when leaving you at the end of the night was something he didn't want to do. He wanted to stay with you late into the night, even if you two run out of things to talk about. He didn't care as long as he was with you, that's all he cared about. So when he walked you from work or school he would walk a little slower just to have a little more time with you. And when it came time for him to say goodbye, he couldn't just say it. He hugged you. His arms tighten around you. Seungmin needed that closeness. When he's alone in his bed he could still feel your warm body against his.

Lee Know: For Lee Know the moment he realized he was in love with you was from your laughter. To others, there wasn't anything special about your laugh but for Lee Know your laughter was refreshing like cold rain against hot skin. When he started noticing little things within your laughter, he would ask the members if they noticed those little things too, but they didn't. It was like those little things you could even call them moments were only meant for him. Lee Know wanted to spend forever with you and your laughter.

Changbin: For Changbin the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you made him feel like a person and when you were there with him at his lowest. He liked how well your soul complemented his and he liked how you two could speak with each other without using words. It was that understanding of him that he adored about you because no one ever really took the time to get to know him besides his members. And like how you understood him, Changbin took his time learning more things about you that he didn't know before. Those unknown things would become something special to him. He would make notes on his phone when he found out something new. Like your favorite ice cream flavor, what books were your favorite, and why your favorite color was your favorite color.

Felix: For Felix the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you would wait for him to be done with practice. No matter the weather you would always wait for him. And For Felix that said a lot. He liked it though, always looking forward to seeing your pretty face after a long day. The way he would hug you once he was close enough to engulf in a sweaty hug, felt like a forever hug. Forever hugs were nice and felt like home especially coming from a person who realizes they're in love. Felix took that moment to get lost in your scent. You always smelt like something nice. After he told you he liked a certain fragrance that you wore, you wore it more often just for him. Felix would return the favor of waiting for you, always with cake or something you both would eat together at his place or yours. He could do this every day, waiting for you.

Han: For Han the moment he realized he fell in with you was when you said his name. The way you would say his name was different from how you would say the other members' names and Han wondered if you noticed how your voice was sweeter with his name. For Han, his name became his favorite when coming for you. At random there would be times Han would ask you to say his name and when he asked for you to say his name again he would smile with love-struck eyes. He could listen to you say his name every day.

A/N: Hiii, thanks for reading! My request are open if ya'll ever want to request anything as long as it isn't smut 😭. I do take girl group requests too, I may not know them but I don't mind doing the research and stanning a new group. ☺️

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Oh wow man, this is crazy I didn't think this many people would be interested in my little bada imagine. This was my first time writing a imagine for her. I remember discovering her through Instagram clip reels? And was like wow I'm in love lol.

DATING BADA LEE WOULD INCLUDE....

So these are some things I think dating this beautifully hot woman would include.

dating bada lee would include....

🍒 long talks on the phone when she's away.

🍒 lots of hand holding. even when you are cooking she still wants to try and hold your hand.

🍒 her fingers tracing hearts on your body in the places she wants to kiss you.

🍒 cute dates with matching couple outfits.

🍒 she'll hug you from behind. It's so freaking melting when she does that.

🍒 her cooking for you.

🍒 you wearing her clothes when you spend the night at her place.

🍒 having silly little dance battles with her. the loser has to kiss the winner.

🍒 visiting each other's families during the holidays. your parents love her and her parents just adore you.

🍒 head kisses when you are feeling down and don't wanna talk about what's bothering you yet. she would always wait for when you're ready to talk about it.

🍒 sleeping on top of her when it's too hot during the summer.

🍒 kissing her cold fingers in the winter.

🍒 watching her at dance battles and supporting her.

🍒 long slow kisses.

🍒 taking care of her when she's sick.

🍒 you taking off guard pictures of her to use as blackmail.

🍒 roasting each other.

🍒 her reassuring you every second that she loves you.

🍒 doing each other make-up.

🍒 random road trips.

🍒 awful singing at 2am.

🍒 late night talks about nothing.

🍒 Inside jokes.

🍒 her praising you during and after sex.

🍒 you asking her if you were a worm would she still love you.

🍒 sending each other music because a song reminds you both of each other.

🍒 you sitting in her lap and falling asleep.

🍒 her telling you how beautiful you are.

Ah, okay my turn yeah?

I do want to add a bit of a warning: mention of drugging.

Mikhail liked drugging people. However, that was his new method of doing things when it came to someone he was interested in. Drugged them. Watch them sleep. Nothing else. His ex-husband was the only person who could satisfy him sexually, but even with him, Mikhail still drugged him just to watch him sleep. I never got it. His interest in sleeping people. At one point, I thought it turned him on sexually.

I'll tag @starboyyoongi

Last Word Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew!) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like). Thank you so much for the tag: @ohmypawsandwhiskers !! <3

I'm so glad I can join in with sharing my work now that I've been writing again!

“I knew from the moment I first saw you, Shepard. Cliché, I know, but come on, who else would be crazy enough to run across a manufactured death trap, not to mention towards the sniper hellbent on killing everyone around them?”

A small snippet of dialogue from my first time experimenting with a mass effect fic! It's making me feel like the little girl who first fell in love with the games all over again, just this time, I have the skills to put the scenarios I once imagined into actual words!

Tagging: @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @lucysarah-c, @jayteacups + anyone else who would like to share some of their work! <3 (i'll skip the tagging as many people as there are words section)

I just wanna find my passion for writing fanfics again.

Oh a part 2...? 😌

Working on Part 2 to WATERMELON MOONSHINE!!!

lol yes,both fics are loosely based on country songs that I love. Sue me. 🙄

WATERMELON MOONSHINE | Cha Eunwoo x black female reader

summary: your daughter asks you about your first love.

Songfic is loosely based on the song WATERMELON MOONSHINE by Lainey Wilson. Some lyrics are written into the fic.

Mention of underage drinking.

Author's Note: I'm just a girl who loves a good country song, so please don't mind me, lol. I fell in love with this song and wanted to write something for Eunwoo and black readers. So this was made.

It's 2:30 pm in TX and I haven't been to sleep since 7pm last night, so this story was fueled by my lack of sleep. There might be some Grammar errors since I haven't really proofread it.

“Momma, who was your first love?” your daughter asks you one day as she flips through your album book of photos of you and your friends.

It felt so long ago that you were eighteen and in love. You curled to your daughter's side in your bed. “It was a boy named, Eunwoo.” you stroke her hair. “Being in love with that boy felt like I was dancing on my tippy toes on top of the world.”

You remember everything about Eunwoo that night. His smile. His laugher. The way he held on to you like he was afraid of losing you.

“Oooooh, so you were in love, love?” your daughter giggles.

“So in love, we thought forever would be forever.”

It's bittersweet, almost thinking of Eunwoo. You and him hanging out on the gate of his truck with the conversations that would lead to a comfortable silence. Being eighteen then felt like the bravest you and Eunwoo were.

“Like you're married to Dad now, but do you sometimes miss this Eunwoo guy?”

“I do sometimes.”

He still had your heart somewhere right along with the mason jars you and he drank Watermelon Moonshine from. God, you can still feel the burn of it and the taste of lime.

You were his, and every bit of Eunwoo was yours. You both were young. Too young to know what love was, but you and Eunwoo were learning on a sweet buzz.

And there's never nothing like the first time. And for you, yours was always going to taste like Watermelon Moonshine.

You remember how grown up you felt than. It was your first time drinking, you didn't want to tell him that. Eunwoo drank with his friends down by the lake all the time so this was nothing new to him.

“I told him he was the one.” You laughed. “you think you're so sure when you're that young. You think you got it all figured out.”

You pictured yourself with him then a little house somewhere on the coast. There was something about that night with Eunwoo that you thought the high would last forever. You couldn't tell if you were both drunk in love or maybe something else...

I'll bring the weed and blunts. 🙂‍↕️ What are you bringing @honeysuckledrop

would u like to have a picnic :3 i’ll cut fruit :3

yes!!! ill bring all the bread and baked goods !! ^_^

who else is coming ? :D

THIS IS HOW YOU FALL IN LOVE | Mingi x Black Tomboy Reader | FANFIC SERIES.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Warning: Underage drinking.

Genre: Slice of life, Fluff, shaky relationship with parent, Strangers to friends to lovers, Teenagers Au.

Author's Note: FINALLY LET'S GET INTO THIS MINGI FANFIC!!! Lol. The story was kind of proofread but still there may be some mistakes. I'm just riding the vibe of this story, so please don't mind me. This scene in chapter 1 is loosely based on a scene from a book I love named open water. I really loved the feeling it gave me when I read it.

CHAPTER ONE: Hope to see you again.

It's the brief moments that two strangers share an encounter. Names are exchanged and smiles are shared. You think he's cute, but he sort of thinks you're kinda cute of, but if you weren't dressed like a boy. There are a lot of people in someone's basement who you didn't know, but your friend Seonghwa knew the person who was throwing the party. You pull Seonghwa to the side. People drank lukewarm beer, some already drunk, some getting there.

Your fingers wrap around the red solo cup of piss-looking beer. Taking a sip you cringe. This wasn't you. This party wasn't you.

“You good?”

“You know I don't do parties, Seonghwa.”

“Didn't you say you wanted to get out of the house?”

“Yea–”

“So what's the problem?” he knocks his shoulder into yours, causing beer to splash over the rim of your solo cup.

Yeah, what was the problem? Seonghwa was already having a good time. Everyone else here was already deep into a good time. And then there's you who wasn't having a good time.

You smiled. Another sip. “No, Problem.”

Seonghwa takes your forearm dragging you through the crowded basement. “Let me introduce you to someone.”

In the corner was a DJ, spinning records, fading in and out, fast and slow. Something Megen Thee Stallion fading into Back That Ass by Juvenile. It gets the girls throwing their ass back on guys. And had some girls throwing ass back on each other. Their bodies move like they're at some Freaknik.

You felt yourself wanting to move to the music, too. To be a part of something you could talk about tomorrow with Seonghwa while on your break. Another sip. The beer warmed your insides. Another sip. You're feeling good.

You and Seonghwa stood in front of a boy. Tall. Bottle blonde hair with a serene smile. It's you who reach out first to shake his hand, but he takes you aback with an open hug, the casual embrace leaving you unsure if you should hug him back. Your drink spills a little on you. Now your dad will smell it and ask if you've been drinking. You'll lie though, and say something like: “Naw, this guy, rude, spilled his beer on me.”

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

He smiled. You awkwardly stood there waiting for Seonghwa to introduce the two of you, but he was chatting with some girl now. Now you're scrambling to find something to say to this boy, but you're a little buzzed. So he stares at you. You stare at him. In the beat of silence that felt like forever, Seonghwa finally squeezes himself between that awkwardness.

“Y/n this is, Mingi. Mingi, this is Y/n,” he said. “She's single, you're single.”

Mingi laughed. “Oh, a setup I see.”

You elbow your friend in the ribs making him grunt. So that's why he wanted you to meet this someone, cause you both were single.

For the longest, Seonghwa has been trying to hook you up with people he knows. Never anyone who stayed in your life permanently. They were temporarily there one minute and gone the next. It was the boys never you. They just couldn't date someone who acted like too much of a guy and who was taller than them.

“I'm sorry about Seonghwa he doesn't know to mind his business,” You said.

“Helping,” he said. “Just helping. Her cup is empty, Mingi. Get her another drink, yeah?”

Seonghwa shoved you forward to go with Mingi. You tripped bumping into him, but he caught you with a laugh.

“I'm good on the drink.”

“I figured we should just head to the makeshift bar to give Seonghwa something to be proud of. Like he actually did a good deed.”

You laughed. Mingi laughed.

The strobing of party lights lit up Mingi's face before blinding you. The makeshift bar had bottles of liquor, and red solo cups of beer. Mingi goes for a solo cup. You lean against the makeshift bar feeling it tilt a bit.

Again, you don't know what to say, so Mingi talks. You watch his eyes, watch his hands as he talks, splashing beer every which way. It's the way he talks you notice when he gets excited and can't find the right word in English. He switches to Korean like you could understand him. But it's somewhere between his English and Korean you get a small glimpse of home. Not your home. But his. You oddly think about how you would explore his home more. With him guiding you. Telling you about this and that. Pointing out things he loved and things he hated.

In a way, you wanted him to explore your home, too. To tell him why you hated being yourself. That you didn't feel American enough to be one. To teach him how to say something in your native language and watch his mouth and tongue as he mispronounces words.

“You sure you don't want a drink?” Mingi asked.

You look around the crowded basement for a sign of Seonghwa. He's busy with some brunette who's smiling at him. He's slumped over her with his arm on the wall.

“I'm good.”

“How do you know Seonghwa?”

“Childhood friends.” You said. “You?”

“He knows my cousin. We became friends that way.”

Then you wanted to ask who his cousin was because Seonghwa knew a lot of people who he would introduce you. People names you can't remember. But they remembered you as The tall tomboy. Never by your name.

Mingi was suddenly pulled away by a pretty girl who needed him. You catch a small glimpse of her. Pretty face. Pretty smile.

He calls out to you. “Y/n, hope to see you again!”

You raised your solo cup with half a drop of beer inside. “Me too.” but he's already gone.

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This is my new favorite Yunho fanfic.

payment. jeong yunho au

⭑ summary: you come across a strange customer one night who is quick to reveal his true nature to you. later on, however, you find out just how cruel his intentions really are.

or, in which a terrifying run in with a customer one night leads to your own demise.

⭑ pairing: jeong yunho x female!reader

⭑ warnings/tags: cursing, mentions of murder, character death, mentions of/brief descriptions of blood, use of nicknames (“baby”, “doll”, “love”)

⭑ notes: this has been proofread and edited a few times, but there may be some errors that i didn’t catch 🙂‍↕️ yunho’s been on the brain as of late so i had to write something for him and it ended up being murder related how comical. hope you guys enjoy and feel free to leave your thoughts! x

YOU’RE SO CAUGHT up in how shiny his eyes look under the fluorescent lights that you don’t notice how bloody his hands are.

it’s not until he reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet and places a twenty dollar bill on the counter that you see how much his hands are stained red. you feel yourself freeze up a little, hesitation evident in the way that your fingers retract a little. if he notices your sudden change in behavior, he doesn’t say anything about it. instead, he slides his items—ramen, a bottle of strawberry soju, and a pack of cigarettes—across the counter towards him and gives you a smile before he walks over to the vacant table in the corner.

you blink a couple of times and shake your head a little before you grab the twenty dollar bill and put it in the register. you owe him change—twelve dollars and twenty five cents to be exact—but you don’t feel like telling him. you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that his hands are a bloody mess and he didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest.

you turn your attention back to your phone. maybe you’re seeing things. it’s after eleven at night and you didn’t get much sleep the night before or before you started your shift. it’s possible that all of that is starting to catch up to you, right?

right.

you glance over at him. only this time, it’s not his hands that catch your attention; it’s his face. and his shirt. and his arms. there isn’t a single part of him that’s not covered in dried blood. panic starts to creep in and you’re left feeling frozen once more. you want to look away from him, but you can’t. it’s like your eyes are practically glued to him.

you watch as he slurps up a mouthful of ramen and lets out a satisfied groan before he opens the bottle of soju. his long, slender blood stained fingers wrap around the bottle and he brings it to his lips to take a few gulps. there’s a bit of a pause before he places the bottle back down and lets out a sigh. he turns his head a little and looks around before his eyes land on you.

your eyes widen and you gasp as he smiles at you again. he parts his lips to say something, but you never get to hear it. a blank expression takes over his features instead, his smile almost immediately disappearing. the air suddenly feels thick and you can feel your heartbeat start to pick up.

you’ve never felt this feeling before.

in the eight months since you’ve started working at the convenience store, things have been okay for the most part. sometimes you had to deal with customers that had a little too much to drink and the occasional person who did a terrible job at hitting on you. you’ve also had your fair share of run ins with odd, if not mildly suspicious, customers, but nothing enough to elicit what you are currently feeling.

fear.

pure, genuine fear.

you try to run down a list of options in your head, but you can’t seem to focus. your heart feels like it’s pounding out of your chest and you can feel your hands start to tremble. the training your boss had given you months ago seems pointless now and you almost wish that the man staring you down was a robber instead. you’d have a much better chance at handling that than whatever this is.

as if something up above had heard you, your phone starts to buzz. you look at the phone screen then at him. he tilts his head to the side, a few strands of his dark hair moving as he does so. he squints his eyes and gives you a look that says i dare you. you grip your phone tightly in your hand and gulp.

fuck, you think to yourself. fuck, fuck, fuck.

you stare at each other as your phone continues to buzz before it stops. you secretly hope that it’ll ring again, but it doesn’t. you start to become acutely aware of how silent the store is now, save for some music playing softly in the background, and you hate it. you also hate how he’s still staring at you with that blank expression on his face.

he says something then, but you don’t catch it. the thoughts in your head are so loud that you can’t seem to hear anything else.

you wet your lips before stammering out a high pitched, “w–what?”

“i said,” he begins to say with an exasperated sigh, “where do you keep your computer? i need to access the cameras.”

“the cameras?” you repeat in the same high pitched tone.

“the cameras?” he says mockingly. “yes, the fucking cameras. jesus, you pretty girls really are fucking stupid.”

his comment leaves you stunned and your mouth falls open a little.

“i— what—”

“look, just tell me where the fucking computer is, okay? you can drool and masturbate over what i said later.”

“excuse me? i don’t— what?”

“you heard me. now, where’s the fucking computer?” he demands.

equally scared and taken aback by his crude comments, you point towards the door a few feet away from him and say, “it’s in there. the c–computer is in there.”

he grins at you as he comes to a standing position and it’s then that you realize how tall he is. without saying another word, he takes a few steps over to the door and pulls on the handle. you hear him mutter something about being stupid before he disappears into the office. once he’s out of sight, you let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you’ve been holding.

you take a couple of deep breaths before unlocking your phone and immediately dialing 119. you’re about to hit the call button, but you hesitate. you know that this is the right thing to do, but why doesn’t it feel that way?

you take a quick glance at the door. you don’t know how much time you have left, but it can’t be that much. all you have to do is hit the green button and tell the operator to send someone. that’s it. the whole thing shouldn’t any longer than a minute or so. and yet, as you stare at the door and hover your finger over the screen, you can’t help but feel like you’re doing something wrong.

you’ve never been in this kind of situation before.

ever.

you think back to all of the times you’ve seen this exact scenario play out in movies and tv shows. the amount of times you’ve screamed at characters for saying or doing something stupid and ranting about what you’d do instead. but what you failed to realize back then is that all of it was fiction.

and this? this is real life.

and in real life, you don’t have time to sit around and wait for something to happen. it’s either do or die.

“fuck. okay,” you utter to yourself. “i got this. i can do this.”

with a sudden rush of determination, you unlock your phone again. this time, without any hesitation, you press the call button. you almost sigh in relief when you hear the operator on the other end pick up after a few rings and ask, “emergency services. what is your emergency?”

but as you open your mouth to speak, you hear the door open and suddenly the fear is creeping back in and your body is tensing up. you can hear the operator saying hello? and repeating what’s your emergency? over and over again. you don’t say anything as he slowly closes the door and cocks his head at you.

he knows.

you’re so caught up in the moment that you almost don’t hear him when he says, “do it.”

“do what?”

“don’t play coy with me. there’s a reason why you them called, right? so do it. tell them.”

you take note of the nonchalant tone in his voice. he seems unfazed, almost as if he doesn’t care about the fact that you’re a few words away from getting him arrested. the sound of the operator muttering a curse word and sighing breaks your thoughts.

“look, miss, is something wrong? or is this a prank call?” she asks. you can hear the annoyance in her voice and you know that if you don’t answer her, you might lose your only chance at getting help.

“yes, i…” you trail off.

you watch as he leans against the table and folds his arms across his chest, a smug look growing on his face. then he waits. he waits for you to say something, anything to the operator.

his words start to ring in your ears.

do it.

tell them.

tell them.

tell them.

“i’m sorry.” you finally say. you hear the woman on the other end let out a frustrated sigh as you continue. “i didn’t mean to call you guys. it was a dare. from a friend.”

you hang up before she can say anything else. he looks at you for a while longer, eyes roaming over your face and body, before he unfolds his arms and starts to clap slowly. he’s grinning so hard at you that you that it makes an all too familiar feeling start to stir in the pit of your stomach again.

“well done, baby,” he says. “maybe you aren’t so stupid after all, huh? or, well… well, maybe you are. i mean, shit, you practically made me get away with murder just now.”

your breath hitches in your throat.

murder?

“what do you— what do you mean that i let you get away with murder?” you ask timidly.

“oh, baby. don’t tell me that you saw all of this and thought that it was paint or something. no, see this,” he makes a sweeping gesture at himself, “is from the piece of shit that i killed half an hour ago. i always forget how messy murdering someone can be.”

“you killed someone?” you stammer out in disbelief.

he smiles. “of course i did.”

of course he did.

as the crushing realization starts to set in, you can’t help but start to wonder if you’re next. the thought is enough to make your chest start to feel heavy and your breathing start to speed up. you were next. you have to be. there’s no way that he’s going to let you go. not after he caught you calling the police on him and made you aware of his crime.

“woah, slow down there, baby. it looks like you’re about to have a panic attack and i can’t have you dying on me now. well… unless it’s because of me, of course.” he jokes.

you blanch at his words, barely able to register the fact that he’s joking.

when he sees the look on your face, he adds, “oh my god, relax. it’s a fucking joke. god, you should see your face right now.”

and then he laughs.

he laughs so hard and loud that it’s almost deafening.

“a joke?” you mumble out.

“yes, love. a joke. what, did you really think that i was going to kill you?”

“yes. i tried to call the police on you and i know about what you did.”

“and yet, you didn’t say or do anything about it, now did you? besides, i couldn’t kill a pretty doll like you. it’d haunt me in my sleep way too much.”

his words catch you off guard again, just like they did earlier. you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion. why did he say that? and why is he acting so nonchalant about everything? does he think that this—

“…anyways, i think that i should go now, but it was nice spending some time with you, baby,” he says with a wink.

you watch as he barely turns around to down the rest of his drink before he tosses the bottle and ramen container in the bin next to him. he swipes the carton of cigarettes off of the table and shoves them in his back pocket before he turns towards you again.

“you know what, maybe i should come back here again. have a little more fun with you, you know?” the comment comes out in a suggestive manner and it makes your stomach churn. you ignore it, though and instead focus on him leaving.

as he walks past the counter, you catch a whiff of his scent. it’s an odd mix of his cologne and the irony scent of blood and it makes you feel a little dizzy.

when he finally reaches the glass doors, he stops. you inhale sharply, half expecting him to turn around and say that he’s changed his mind and he’s going to leave you dead in the dumpster. instead, all he says is,

“you can keep the change by the way.”

you hear him say something else, but before you can muster up something a response, he’s already out the door. you stand there for what feels like an eternity, your mind struggling to process everything’s that happened. you move on autopilot for the rest of your shift. thankfully, no other customers come in for the rest of the night. there’s no way that you’d be able to handle anymore interactions tonight.

when you go home an hour later, you make a beeline towards your bathroom. you quickly strip off your clothes and step inside of the shower. you don’t wait for the water to warm up like you usually do. instead, you let the cold water run down your body and watch it run down the drain. your mind and body haven’t stopped buzzing ever since he left. the level of fear that he made you feel was difficult. you’ve never felt anything like it before and you don’t want to feel it again.

fifteen minutes later, you’re out of your shower and in your bedroom. the cool air of your air conditioner hits your exposed skin and makes you shiver. you move quickly, lotioning your entire body and throwing on some pajamas before slipping into bed. but just as your about to lay down and settle in for the night, a sudden loud knock at your door stops you.

you glance at the time on your phone.

1:03 AM.

who could possibly be at your door at this hour?

you mutter out a string of curse words as you slide out of bed and start walking towards the front door. i can’t even fucking sleep in peace, you think to yourself bitterly.

when you finally reach the door, you lean in and stare into the peephole. all you see is wet, dark hair staring back at you and it takes you a few seconds to realize that you’re staring at the back of someone’s head.

“um, hello? can i help you…?” you call out.

there’s a weird sinking feeling in your stomach as you watch the person turn around and when you see a familiar set of eyes looking back at you, your blood runs cold.

“hey, baby. open up the door for me, please.”

your breath hitches.

he’s not supposed to be here.

how did he—

“i know that you’re in there, doll. i can hear you breathing and shit.”

no.

“don’t make me wait all night now. open the door, baby. i’m asking you nicely.”

no, no, no.

“how did you find me? why are you here?” you finally ask, fear evident in your voice.

“i followed you here. you should really pay attention next time, doll. you could seriously get hurt, y’know.” he responds in a casual tone.

he steps closer to your door and peers into your peephole, almost as if he’s trying to look at you. “now can you open the door for me? please?”

“no. i don’t want to.”

“why not? ah! i know what it is. it’s because you don’t know my name, right?”

“what? n–no, it’s—”

“yunho. my name is yunho. and don’t worry about telling me yours, baby. i already know it.”

“how do you—” you begin to ask, but you pause.

“your name tag. don’t tell me that you already forgot about wearing one,” yunho says teasingly. he shakes his head before he continues, “but now that that’s out of the way, can you let me in please?”

“i— no. no, you need to leave. now, yunho.”

you immediately back away from the door, making sure to make as little noise as possible. you wait for his response, but you never get one. instead, you’re met with an eerie silence. you stand there for a minute, holding your breath and waiting to hear even the slightest bit of noise. when you feel like he’s gone, you let out a sigh. you go to turn on your heel, but the sudden sound of numbers being punched into your door’s keypad makes you come to a halt.

you watch in horror as your door opens and you come face to face with yunho. he closes the door behind him before he toes off his boots and places them in the corner right next to yours. he takes a step further, but you immediately take one back. he raises an eyebrow at you and hums then takes another step forward. you take one back. the two of you go one like this until you end up backing up into your couch and he’s standing right in front of you.

his hand shoots out and you hardly have enough time to stop him from wrapping his fingers around your neck and pressing his body against yours. your hands fly up to push him back, but he catches your wrists in his hand.

“you know, you have a shitty leasing office. it was too easy to get the code to your place,” he begins calmly. “but you made it even easier. the code is your birthday, right?”

your eyes widen at his sudden revelation, but it didn’t make sense. it’s after midnight. nobody in the leasing office is there that late unless he—

“you didn’t...” you say.

“oh, but i did.” he grins. “they should get better security if they don’t want someone breaking into their office.”

“oh my go—” you gasp out, but you get cut off by yunho tightening his grip.

“i don’t know why you’re so shocked to see me, though, doll. i told you that i was coming.”

“n–no you didn’t.”

“yes, i did. right before i left.”

“no. you s–said that i can k–keep the change. that’s it.”

“and? what else did i say afterwards? i know that i called you stupid earlier, but you can use that fucking brain of yours, can’t you?”

almost immediately, your mind goes back to when he was leaving earlier. you remember him walking towards the door and stopping once he got to them. you also remember him telling you to keep the change and that he’d—

when he finally reaches the double doors, he stops. you inhale sharply, half expecting him to turn around and say that he’s changed his mind and he’s going to leave you dead in the dumpsters. instead, all he says is,

“you can keep the change by the way.”

he pauses before he adds, “you’ll be paying me back in another way later.”

your whole body begins to shake and your stomach lurches. there’s a sudden pang in your chest and before you know it, tears are starting to well up in your eyes.

“no,” you shakily breathe out. “no, yunho, please. i’m sorry. please, don’t.”

yunho looks at you with feigned concern as he releases his grip on your wrists and neck. you see this as your opening and try to move past him, but you immediately freeze up when you feel the uncomfortable sharpness of yunho’s knife at the base of your neck.

in one last ditch effort, you lift your hands up and wrap them around his throat. you squeeze as hard as you can and watch as his face breaks out into a smile so unnerving that it makes your skin crawl.

“are you h–having fun playing with m–me, doll?” yunho chokes out. his face is starting to turn red, but he never stops smiling. it’s like he’s enjoying this more than he’s supposed to.

you open your mouth to respond, but a sudden burning sensation in your abdomen stops you. you let out a small gasp and look down. blood is seeping into your shirt and creating a bright red stain in it’s wake. a wave of dizziness hits as you graze your fingers over the wet material, wetting your fingers with blood in the process.

“yunho…” your voice comes out in a quiver.

“i know that it hurts, doll. i’m sorry.” yunho gently coos, driving the knife even further into your stomach. he shushes you when you let out a pained cry, tears falling down your face. he moves closer and rests his forehead against yours.

you’re in so much pain that you can barely keep your eyes open let alone hear him over the loud ringing in your ears. you can’t focus. everything is too much. the pain is too much. he inhales deeply before he sighs, warm, minty breath fanning over your nose and lips. you screw your eyes shut as he gently presses a kiss to your forehead before he continues in a sweet, melodic tone almost.

“but it’s my turn to have fun with you now, okay? this is how you have to pay me back and i’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

And my bestie did that 💅🏾

Acute Burst 01

DMI: Please don’t interact if you’re a minor…or else.

Warning: sexual intercourse.

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Wafting those words over my hot face, I yelp when you’ve curved yourself into my weak spot. Hands holding your waist, my nails dug into your skin leaving you to groan, “mmm.”

Feeling the pace picking up, my breath wasn’t able to keep up with my lungs causing me to hyperventilate, “Wait, wait, wait—“ Stopping myself from speaking further, I felt my climax coming to an end leaving my body weak. Noticing my change in energy, your head dipped down at me, “baby, you’re okay?”

Reading over some of my fanfics and like wow this one was actually good lol.

More Hearts Than Mine | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader.

Summary: Your heart wasn't the only one he broke.

A/N: The song lyrics will be written into the ff. Wrote this on a whim because I really love this song and couldn't help but think of Namjoon for this. Sorry for any mistakes.

BEFORE: “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.” You tell Namjoon one night. This will be his first time meeting your family, and seeing where you grew up that made you into the woman you are today. You were going to show him your favorite places and take him to all the best spots. You'll walk Namjoon around the foothills of your town. After hearing you talking about your hometown for six months now; It's like Namjoon has been there before. Walked the asphalt streets, tasted the local foods, and saw the landmarks. He wanted a real feel of it, though. He'll fall in love with your hometown and your family like he has with you.

It's the morning of your trip to your hometown. You and Namjoon are packing.

“We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms.” You tell him as you move around him to get to your suitcase. He doesn't mind the separate bedrooms. You have told him the kind of people your parents are and he respects that. He'd asked you question about your mama, then your dad, and then your little sister.

“You think they'll like me?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes. I told them so much about you and they can't wait to meet the guy who has taken good care of my heart.” You smiled at Namjoon. You would spend all night on the phone with your little sister telling her how great of a guy Namjoon was until your mama told her it's time for her to get to bed.

You look over the clothes that Namjoon has in his suitcase. “Pack a shirt for church because we'll go.”

He has a nice black button-down that he packs. You sit on the bed next to Namjoon's suitcase. Bringing home someone new was nerve-wracking. You rub the palm of your hands on your blue jeans.

“Uh, Listen.” You said. “I'm not trying to scare you off, but I thought we should talk a few things out. Before we hit the road.”

Namjoon moves his suitcase over on the bed and sits next to you. His pinky finger resting on top of yours. His way of saying I won't be scared off.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you talk to him.

First, you warned him about how quickly your mama falls in love a little faster than you do. She would immediately pull Namjoon into a warm welcoming hug that'll make him feel like he was home. She'll make him a big home-cooked meal with her favorite recipes that's been passed down from generation to generation.

Then you warned him about your dad. How he would check the tires on Namjoon's car and make sure the engine sounds good. You told Namjoon your dad will pour him whiskey over ice and want to hear his views about the current events of the world. Then he'll take Namjoon fishing and pretend that he doesn't like him.

Of course, you told Namjoon that if he ever broke up with you, he wouldn't be just breaking your heart but theirs too.

Then there was your little sister you really had to warn him about. How she would ask him a million questions, say anything she can to turn him red. She'll ask if he's going to marry you while she paints his nails fuchsia pink.

Then you warned him about your high school friends. They'll buy him drinks and fill him in on the crazy nights you can't outlive. And how they'll get him to play truth or dare to initiate him into the friend group.

AFTER: It was only two months later when you showed up back in your hometown, standing on the steps of your childhood home without Namjoon this time. When your mama opened the front door, the first thing you did was hug her and breakdown in her arms. She knew without you even telling her. Your mama felt every heartache you've ever been through. So she understands when mangle sobs push their way up your throat into the warm air of the house. Namjoon had been the one. So you thought. There were forevers and forevers in his words, yet forever meant nothing to him.

Then there was your dad who hated seeing his little girl all broken up over some guy. He'll pour you whiskey over ice and He'll tell a lie and say Namjoon never really liked you. But your dad could see how that boy looked at you like you were the stars shining in his sky. Of course, your dad couldn't hate him, and neither could your mama.

Then there was your little sister who curled into your side, wiping your tears. While saying something like: “He really did love you, Y/n. But you know, love can scare people away sometimes, especially when they never experience true love, so they run because it feels like a lie, like all the other love they had before. Maybe that's Namjoon's reason.”

He broke their hearts more than yours.

This was my first time writing a fanfic with smut and I cringed and laughed so hard because what business did I have writing this shit?

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

18+ MINORS DON'T INTERACT

summary: Hongjoong, the son of a rich politician, can't get enough of you the daughter of a plug.

Warnings: drugs, and mention of k*lling.

a/n: I love me some Kevin Gates and really love his song Plug Daughter 2 and I couldn't help but want to write something based on that song and Hongjoong came to mind for this fic. This is just written for fun and my enjoyment, but if you enjoy it as well, comment and reblog. 🥹

Side note: this is my first time writing smut and MY LAST TIME, maybe. So please take it easy on me okay? I'm not a smut writer but I wanted to try my hands at it. Smut with plot??? sorry for any mistakes.

“I'm fuckin’ with the plug daughter.”

You and Hongjoong were in the backseat of your black Bentley. Your Chanel skirt is lifted and your pink thong is pulled to the side. Hongjoong's thick dick is buried deep into your tight pretty pussy.

Hongjoong's face hid in the crook of your neck. He's breathing heavily against your beautiful black skin. He's whimpering thrusting up into you. Your walls tighten around his dick. He's close to cumming. Your fingers snatch his hair pulling his head back so he can look at you. Smiling at him, you couldn't help but enjoy your man's expression.

“Awe, you're such a good boy for not cumming yet.” You cooed. Hongjoong fingers dig into your waist. He picks up his pace slamming up into you. Your head dips back in pleasure crying out his name and fuck Hongjoong thought that was hot.

“I-I want to cum please, Y/n?” Hongjoong begs. His dick twitches inside you and you clenched yourself around his big dick. He cusses. The sound of him pounding into you filled your Bentley. Panting breaths. You pull his hair harder. Your pretty wet pussy felt so good to him.

Hongjoong wants to cum deep inside you and then eat you out. He knew how much you liked being eaten out after he cums in you. There was something sexy about a man eating his own cum out of your pussy.

The sound of Hongjoong's phone goes off. It's his father calling. You tell Hongjoong to answer it and does. He tried to steady his breathing, his thrusting slows down and you bounce on his dick as he talked to his father.

“Yes, F-Father?” Hongjoong said into the phone.

“Where the hell are you? It's the state dinner is tonight you're supposed to be here.”

“I had something to take care of.”

You did this thing with your pussy that makes Hongjoong hiss into the phone. Leaning down beside his free ear you whispered, “Let your daddy hear how good I'm fucking you, Hongjoong~”

Shit. That was such a turn-on for Hongjoong. He closed his eyes, his phone pressed against his ear. His father is saying something to in him Korean asking him if he's listening. But Hongjoong is too focused on how hot your pussy felt. You tease his sensitive dick head with your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Y/n.” he moaned into the phone.

“Y/n? What are you saying? Hongjoong what the hell are you doing!?” he's father barked into the phone.

Hongjoong didn't want his dick to go soft from the sound of his father's voice so he hung up throwing his phone beside him. You pout, slowly sinking your pussy down on his thick veiny dick.

“Awe, Hongjoong you didn't want your daddy to hear how good I fuck you?” you smiled at him.

You gently rest your hand on Hongjoong's throat, lightly applying enough pressure. You squeeze his throat a little tight. Hongjoong loved it when you choked him. He starts thrusting again, a little faster, nails digging into your waist breaking the skin. His balls tighten. He's getting a little lightheaded, his dick is more sensitive now. He's hitting your spot. You thought of how nice it would feel if he had his thumb inside your ass right now. With his last deep thrust up into you, he cums hard, his body shaking, his eyes rolled back into his bed. He's cussing. You ride his overly sensitive dick and he's begging you to stop because he can't take it.

You move from him sitting beside him as his cum runs from your pussy onto your car's seat. Hongjoong needed a little time to get himself together before he can eat that pretty pussy of yours. He runs his hands down his sweaty face.

“Why is it every time we fuck. You fuck me like you'll never see me again?” Hongjoong asks.

You laughed pulling your thong off.

“To keep you addicted.” you teased.

Hongjoong thought you were crazy for that but he loved your kind of crazy. It always kept him crawling back to you. This man would let you step on his balls in your red bottom heels if it meant making you smile.

He looks over at you seeing you play with your nipples. You lift your feet, bringing your toes to his lips. He kisses your toes and sucks on them before he moves to kiss your ankle, then kiss your leg all the up your inner thigh to your leaking pussy. He licks your pussy lips and then kisses them before he plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy tasting his cum.

You closed your eyes ready to get the best head of your life. Hongjoong was at good at giving head. The first time he ever gave you head was inside a church in the confessional booth he had you calling out to God until you squirted all over his face.

This time your phone rings from the front seat. You ignored it forcing on how good Hongjoong's tongue felt. He rub his thumb on your clenching asshole, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass. You gasped. Your phone stops ringing. But then Hongjoong's phone rings. He stops what he's doing to answer it and you're pissed.

“Oh,hi, sir,” Hongjoong said. He mouthed to you that it's your father.

You rolled your eyes not in the mood anymore.

“Yes, I'll make the drop now.”

Hongjoong ends the call. He looks over at you seeing how annoyed you look.

“Just go.” you wave him off. Even though you wanted him to finish you knew if your father needed him to make a drop he had to do it immediately.

“I'll make it up to you, y/n.” he leans over kissing your hairline.

Your dad used to be Hongjoong's plug who he would buy coke from. Now Hongjoong worked for your dad. A son of a politician being a runner boy for the plug.

The first time Hongjoong saw you, you were sitting pretty in the backseat of your father's Rolls Royce. Hongjoong knew right then he had to have you. You and Hongjoong started a thing. At first, it was meaningless sex between you and him, but Hongjoong caught feelings. You thought it was adorable how he would hang on to your every word. You loved attention and Hongjoong just adored you.

So you kept him like a pet. And all pets need a collar so you bought him a diamond collar.

You kissed Hongjoong before he left. Not feeling satisfied at all you were going to go home and use your vibrator.

Hongjoong never envisioned this type of life for himself. His father would kill him if he ever found out he was moving drugs. The son of a politician couldn't be caught up in this kind of life, it would slander his father's name. And God the headlines of newspaper articles would be fucking crazy.

Now Hongjong was caught up in this shit he couldn't get out off if he wanted to. Your father already told him if he ever left you or even hurt you, he would kill Hongjong's family in front of him; your father already had bullets with their names. Literally.

Doing this kind of work could get Hongjoong killed if he wasn't careful; he was associating himself with dangerous people who knew who he was and where he lived. At least your father offered him protection. Stay loyal. That's all your father asks of him.

A knock on the tinted SUV window makes Hongjong roll it down. Yeosang takes off his sunglasses smiling at Hongjoong. Yeosang was one of your father's buyers and the guy you used to fuck. You cut him off after you and Hongjong got together. Hongjoong was just a better fuck and a good obedient boy when you needed him to be. And because of that Yeosang felt some type of way about you cutting him off. He could smell your favorite Arabian perfume coming off Hongjong. And that made his jaw tick.

"Has she been a good fuck for you?" Yeosang asks.

"That's none of your business," HongJoong said. "I got your load in the back.”

Hongjoong steps out of the SUV adjusting his suit. The two men in the front get out with their guns, just in case anything goes down. Yeosang men were just a few feet away watching with their guns out too. Hongjoong opens the trunk. Yeonsang signals for his men to come over. One of the men hands him a silver briefcase. Yeosang opens it letting Hongjong see the money inside before handing it over to him.

“How's Y/n?” Yeosang asks he steps out of the way as his men move the load from the trunk over to the car.

Hongjoong doesn't see why he cares about how you are doing. You and Yeosang were never a thing romantically. He rather fuck you like some rabbit into the bedsheets than care about anything you had going on with you.

“Y/n is one of your business anymore. So stop bringing her up each time we meet.”

Yeosang laughed, clapping his hands like Hongjoong said something funny. He steps to Hongjoong, his eyes lowering, getting a little darker.

“You think your preppy little ass has claim over her? You're just a dick she can fuck whenever she wants. When she finds her new plaything you'll be tossed to the side like some cum rag.” Yeosang spits on Hongjoong's shoes.

“Are you that salty cause, Y/n isn't fucking your little dick ass anymore?” Hongjoong bites back.

That pisses Yeosong off.

Of course, you told Hongjoong how small Yeosang's dick was. And how he wasn't able to satisfy you as much. You only kept Yeosang around because of his connections with the Mafia and because he spoiled you with Chanel and Tiffany.

“Watch yourself, Hongjoong.” Yeosang bumps Hongjoong's shoulder as he walks toward his car.

Great. Another reason for him to stay looking over his shoulder.

a/n: okay I was laughing so hard while writing the smut part lol. Idk if they'll be a part two or not. So I just let it end there in case anyone wants a part two.

reblog this and put in the tags at least two (2) songs you are listening to on repeat right now

New Masterlist Theme. I really love it. Didn't know there was limit to imagines being added so my supernatural section doesn't have a cool header 😭. It took me forever to get to organizing my Masterlist. I would see other lovely fanfic authors with the prettiest Masterlist theme and theirs be so organized and shit. 😭 So I thought I'll try and do the same. Enjoy the new theme. ☺️

After Hours Fm Raido Masterslist

Welcome to AFTER HOURS FM RAIDO where we bring you the hottest hits and the latest news! I'm your host, UNIQUE-HIGH, and I've got a great lineup for you today, including the brand-new single from Kim Namjoon and an exclusive interview with Hoonjoong So stay tuned and let's get this party started!

Geto

Dating Bada Lee Would Include

requested: clingy drunk bada

Namjoon x blk fem reader

2. Namjoon x blk fem reader

3. Namjoon x blk fem reader

Tonight We're Dancing |Idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

Yoongi X Blk Male OC

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

Jungkook x you

San & you are the main characters in the K-Drama, nevertheless.

This is how you fall in love intro chapter Mingi ff

Ateez x you songfic

Ateez San x blk fem reader

Ateez with their s/o

Ateez x blk fem reader imagine

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

Requested: ATEEZ x S/O sharing their food or drinks with them

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

REQUESTED ATEEZ S/O YOUTUBE LIVE STREAMER

Plug Daughter | Ateez Hongjoong x Blk fem reader NSFW

This is how you fall in love Mingi x blk tomboy fem reader

Time Stamp RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader

Keep Wanting You RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER

Requested: Boyfriend Material | RIIZE SUNGCHAN X BLK FEM READER

(Requested) I could fall in love with you | RIIZE IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER

5:46 pm | RIIZE WONBIN X BLK FEM READER

Requested Mark Lee X Black Fem Reader

MARK LEE X BLACK READER | HOME

NCT 127 X S/O WITH LOCS

Hanbin x Blk Fem OC

Stray Kids Imagine

Requested: Cha Eunwoo

👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻

SUPERNATURAL

DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER

Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

Switching to posting more about my original fictional work seems a lot harder. 😭

I'm never sure what to post on my writing account since I'm new to the writing community and I'm not sure how to grow my account or get my post to reach the right people I guess. I do write fanfic on another account that's kind of thriving but switching to writing original stuff/posting about it seems a little harder on the writing community side. So if anyway one has in tips on how I can grow my account please for the love of God tell me how. 🥺 Cause I would love to make mutuals and stuff and venture more and more into the writing community.

Nothing tops the feeling you get after writing a bad ass book (In a good way of course) like it's something you think about for days, weeks, months even years. And oh dear God, don't you dare listen to a song or maybe an album that reminds you of your bad ass book because you're really going to feeling yourself like “Yeah, I wrote this bad ass shit and I'm going to marry it!”

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Food, cash & essentials:

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Water:

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12:05 am | Mark Lee x Black fem Reader

Inspired by home by good neighbours

NOT EDITED. NOT FUCKING EDITED.

author's note: I have let this rot in my draft long enough.

Darling, won't you take me home?

There's an ache in Mark's chest. A familiar ache for home when he watches you.

He didn't realize home could be a person not until the moment he heard your laughter. To him it was like the warmth of the sun poured from your mouth.

And that warmth made him miss a place he's never been.

It's when you kissed Mark's forehead and softly whisper his name into his soft brown hair that he unravels.

You where everything he missed about home.

NCT 127 X S/O With locs

REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs

a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.

side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.

another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.

NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.

JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.

“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”

The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.

Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”

“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”

“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”

MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.

“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”

“Baby blue.”

“I'm feeling baby blue too.”

“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.

You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.

DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.

This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.

“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.

The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.

Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.

Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.

“Do you think the colors look good on me?”

“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”

“Boy, stop.” you laughed.

Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”

JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.

“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.

He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”

You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”

Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.

From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.

“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.

“Bathroom!”

He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.

“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”

You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”

He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.

“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”

TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.

“Um, actually I do.”

“Can he fight?”

“You tryna fight my man, sir?”

“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”

He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”

And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.

He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪

TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.

“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.

“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”

“Sky blue would look lovely.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”

Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.

“Want to help with the color?”

“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”

These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.

YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.

You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.

When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.

“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”

“You were my inspo boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.

He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”

“You for real?”

“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.

HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.

“I really don't haechan.”

“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”

“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”

“Still blue, y/n.”

“Electric blue.”

“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”

“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”

“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”

“Go die in the corner.”

“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”

“Nah. Now go die.”

“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”

“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”

“Mmm.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.

“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”

“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”

“Something like what, Haechan?”

“It has job in it.”

“Oh, boy hell nah.”

JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.

“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.

“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”

Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”

“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.

“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”

“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.

He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”

I start too many new stories, lol.

Side Project: project romance

So this is my side project I'll be working on during the summer just here and there. I wanted to experiment with my writing and try out other things.

I'm a discovery writer. So I know I'm going to really find some gems in this while writing it.

You can read it on Tapas my author name there is Unique_High (btw the first official chapter will be out sometime next week)

I do write original fiction stories in my free time :) Samantha and Bo are my babies and I can't wait to give them a more fresher fuller story than their original one.

Dreaming Of You In Violets

Lmao, omg so I wrote this during the summer last year when I first started watching YOU. And these are my characters BO and SAMANTHA having a convo. Idk where I was really going with this. I have this story posted on my Wattpad but it needs editing real bad for Grammer. 😔 Don't really care about telling a perfect story. I just want to tell the story that's brewing within me and share a little piece of it with anyone who is willing to read.

I'm trying to grow my author's account. I mainly focus on my fictional story over there. If you're interested in following my journey of writing a black sapphic please give my other account a follow. 🥺

Currently thinking about about a scene in my wip where Bo invites Samantha to her friendsgiving and like Bo's friends are gushing over Samantha saying “Oh wow she never told us how cute you were and so tiny.” and “She won't ever shut up about you. Like she's madly, I mean madly in love with you.” And Bo is like embarrassed because her friends are exposing her and she's threarting to kick their asses if they don't shut up lol.

It's a black sapphic fic with Nana vibes that takes place in fictional small pacific northwest town set in the early 2000s.

THERE....👩🏾‍💻

And I realized I never fully understood my twin. My other half. I wonder who Lucas was outside of me. How much did it hurt him to be hidden in my shadow for so many years, to get overlooked by Papa and Mama

If you're seeing this, add one more sentence to your wip and then reblog with the sentence as proof 🔫🔫🔫