2:55 A.m. | RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader

2:55 a.m. | RIIZE Wonbin x Blk Fem Reader

Wonbin would wait for you. Down by the bay, at the train station, outside the company’s building, in front of the food stalls, he always waited for you. That became his thing. Sometimes you and he talked, and other times you both let the comfortable silence wedge itself between your bodies, you laughed when he did, and smiled when he did. You weren’t trying to find yourself with him, that would be something you did on your own. The one thing you did want to find with Wonbin is love; wanting to discover how sweet his love could be, wanting to know if it was like a warm hug after a long tiring day at work or was it, “I miss you.” between the sweetest of kisses and the softest of smiles from him or was it feeling like you had found a home in him?

And he wants to find love with you too. It would surprise him how your love reminds him of winter and summer.

Whenever you and Wonbin walk side by side, you’d lean into him enough to let him know, “Hey, I’m here for you.” A little nudge. A little smile to get him to say, “I’m here for you too, y/n.” 

 Wonbin is like the stars. He is scattered across your mind.

a/n: if you want to request Wonbin imagines I'm taking requests.

In between the pages of you | MIN YOONGI X BLK FEM READER (COMING SOON)

summary: Yoongi ends up falling in with you while reading the pages of your journal you lost.

genre: fluff, angst, humor, and romance.

a/n: first off I never really thanked my friend @honeysuckledrop for always reading and listening to me talk about my stories. You're the best!

Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer.

CHAPTER ONE POSTED HERE

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Hi, I'm not sure if you're still taking requests but if you are, may I please request vernon from seventeen. Something sad. It's loosely based on Taylor Swift's song August. Vernon is leaving the little beach town he spent his summer at with his grandma, while there he ended up in a short relationship with Y/n. They both knew the relationship would end but they both weren't ready to say goodbye. Towards the end Vernon kisses Y/n and she's crying, gripping his shirt. (It takes place on the beach)

Sorry for the somewhat long request. 😭😭

ahhh yes im still taking requests but omg this is such a good plot lmao!!

PAIRING: chwe hansol (vernon)  x afab!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers (kind of)

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: none!!

SUMMARY: a journey through summer.

AUTHORS NOTE: this is actually such a good plot but so so sad lmaoo. sorry if its a bit short bahahaha

june;

as you stepped foot into the little coffee shop near your house, you see the regular customers chatting and laughing but someone stands out. a new face.

it's like he's glowing.

his smile is so radiant and captivating and his laugh is so cute.

it's when he turns to look at you when you realise you're staring. you quickly look away but you don't see the shy smile he gives back at you.

you feel a tap on your shoulder so you turn around.

"uh, hey. uhm i thought you were kind of cute so uh could i maybe get your number?"

it's the boy you were staring at earlier.

"oh sure!"

you pick up a piece of paper and a pen from the counter and scribble down your number.

"here you go...?"

"vernon." vernon smiles as you hand him the piece of paper. "thanks...?" he tilts his head to the left slightly.

"_____." you give him what you hope is a sweet smile. "i'll text you later, _____" vernon smiles at you and walks away, clutching the piece of paper with your number on it.

july;

you're hanging out with vernon again for what feels like the 100th time this summer. you found out that he is only staying here for the summer because it was his grandma's hometown.

"vernon?" you are both sitting on your bed, cross legged, hands intertwined. "yeah?" he replies looking at you. "when do you have to leave?" he gently grabs your other hand as well, looking at you.

"at the end of august. the end of summer" he says, pulling you closer to him by the waist. "so we don't have that much time together" you whisper, mostly to yourself.

"i guess so" he says, squeezing your hand. "let's make the most of it then." he says, getting off the bed and dragging you with him.

that day, you go to the beach together and splash each other with water. you get ice cream and you both order the same flavour! what a coincidence!

august;

august rolls around sooner than you thought it would. on vernon's last day here, you spend the day together on the beach.

"vernon..." you whisper as you both sit on the warm sand. tears are prickling down your cheeks. his arms wrap around your body as you cry into his shoulder.

"_____... i wish i didn't have to leave." he strokes your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "will you ever come back?" you look up at him with glossy eyes.

silence.

that was all you needed for more tears to spill out of your eyes. "_____, baby, i love you so much, okay?" he said he loves you. he's never said that before. "i-i love you too, vernon..."

your lips meet in a gentle kiss as you both cry together. his hands make their way to your waist and your make their way to his t-shirt gripping it tightly.

you pull away.

"please don't forget me vernon.." you mutter as he presses light kisses all over your face. "i'll never forget you, baby. i love you so much." he says, caressing your cheek.

your tears drop onto the sand as he gives your forehead one last kiss..

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

a/n: wrote this for myself cause I'm a little sad and in my feelings. I discovered this lovely song on Spotify called sunscreen and fell in love with it. lyrics are worked into the fic. sorry for any mistakes.

With every break-up, it always seemed like it was your fault. Your recent breakup had been no different from the rest. You felt numb when it suddenly ended. You thought of every single thing that could make your ex look like a bad person in your eyes, but he wasn't a bad person at all.

But you needed him to be.

When people ask you why it ended, you'd shrug, saying, "I don't know." because you really didn't know.

One minute he was here talking about marriage and how he would cry when you walked down the aisle. And the next he's storming through your apartment collecting his things, shoving them into his duffle bag, saying how he couldn't do this anymore. All you could do was cry and beg him not to go. He still left.

Now it's 2 am. You're in your bathroom listening to Erykah Badu while drinking warm red wine from a paper cup. You stare at your hair clippers, turning them on and then cutting your hair. It was freeing in a way you always did this after every breakup. Making you feel less light, but that numbness will still linger for about two more weeks, maybe even months.

So you move through your life without ever really thinking of your ex until something suddenly reminds you of him all over again. Like how when you hear his favorite song that you two would sing while drunk late into the night or when you run into some of his friends and you try your hardest not to ask them how he is doing.

These days were always a little harder.

After when you thought it was okay to actually move on, you get dressed up. Put on your favorite red lipstick and your favorite perfume.

The singles mixer was at a karaoke bar. You signed your name getting a sticker that read: ‘Hello, I'm Y/n’.

You smooth the sticker on to your black Chanel blouse while you order a drink. There were some people already up on stage singing some Taylor Swift song that you heard one time at the grocery store. Cruel summer.

Once you had your drink, you sit back watching everyone as they talk. Remember, you came here to have fun, and meet someone new.

From across the room, you see a guy walk in. He's awkwardly smiling, greeting anyone who walks by him. He slaps on his sticker and you squint your eyes in the dimly lit karaoke room to see his name tag. But all you could make out was ‘Min’

He slid down beside you. You pretend not to notice him. He leans towards you spooking you.

“Y/n's a cute name.” He says with a smile.

With the brim of your glass to your lips, you mutter, “Thank you.”

You glanced at his name sticker. ‘Hello, I'm Mingi.’

The host of the mixer came around encouraging those who were just sitting to get up and have fun. Mingi holds a mic for you. You stare at it before shaking your head.

“I can't really sing.” You say.

“Karaoke is not about how good you can sing. It's about having fun. Sing with me, please?”

So you take the mic. Go up on stage with Mingi. The song Mingi picked was The Black Eyed Peas My Humps. Mingi sings and dances on stage. Everyone was cheering him on. He grabs your hand getting you to dance a little. You're hesitant to sing at first but you sing having fun, but when Mingi twerks, you burst into laughter midway through the song.

You just met the guy and you couldn't help but imagine yourself with him. And it felt nice.

I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen. And take my vitamins when it slips my mind.

You could imagine Mingi peeking his head out of your bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth as he reminds you to not forget to put on sunscreen and to take your vitamins as you're rushing about the kitchen trying to grab your tea mug, keys, and bag so you could head the door.

I want someone who knows how I like my coffee and wants to share a bed from morning to night.

Then you couldn't help but imagine him in your kitchen early in the morning, with messy brown hair and shirtless. He would know how you liked your coffee in the mornings. It would take him a week to get it right and when he does, it's worth seeing your smile and telling him he tastes like heaven. Then Saturdays would be your favorite again. Mingi would want to sleep in with you on his days off. And on the days he comes to your place late after work, sharing your bed at night with you would become his favorite thing.

“I would like to get to know you more,” Mingi says as the two of you walk off the stage. At first, you didn't know what to say, too scared that if Mingi eventually knew the real you, he'll be gone too.

But I'm stubborn. Selfish. Easily Jealous at times.

It's hard being you. Now you start to see why things never worked out with anyone else. You were just being yourself. What's a relationship when you couldn't be your true self? So what if you're stubborn? You've been that way since you were five. Selfish. Because you're the eldest daughter who had to be a parent to your younger siblings when your mother didn't feel like being a mother. Being easily Jealous comes from the time in 11th grade when your ex-best friend was far prettier than you, and got all the boys. These things made you into who you were.

I'm hard to love and I just want someone to try.

Of course, you weren't the easiest person on earth to love. But you think that came from your father. You tried your best to make your love easy, to make it comfortable for others to want to lean into. It was the opposite, though. At the end of the day, all you wanted was someone who would try. That's all you ask for.

You let Mingi in a little that night at the mixer. What could it hurt? The worst that could happen is you're crying into your pillow a couple months from now because he breaks up with you.

Ending up in your bed naked by the end of the night with Mingi wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. You'll regret it in the morning when he sneaks out while you're still asleep. So right now, while he's sleeping, you stare at him, counting how many breaths he takes.

By morning, you're a little groggy. You didn't expect to be pulled into Mingi's naked body. He's still here.

I want someone who knows that I'm not made for mornings and doesn't scold me for smoking when I drink.

Mingi doesn't try to pull you out of bed with the talk of breakfast and getting your day started early. Mornings weren't meant for you. And he somehow knew that. By the afternoon, Mingi is still at your place. He's wearing a pair of your sweat pants that go above his ankles. You make lunch for the two of you. Sometimes you like having a smoke during this time of day with a drink. Mingi isn't bothered by it. He doesn't try to scold you telling you how bad for your health it is. He doesn't know you to tell you what's good or bad for you. You liked that, though.

I want someone who can ground me when I'm too high. Light up the dark side of my head.

There were days when you floated on the surface of your mind, not really here, you functioned like you were on autopilot most days. It's been two weeks now. You knew Mingi's last name and all his favorite things. He spends nights at your place on the weekends. He noticed you weren't being yourself, he'd stroke your back, speaking to you softly. Sometimes being in your head all the time makes you depressed. Because you would find your ex still lingering there. Mingi sits and listens to you talk about your ex.

"I want to hate him, Mingi. But my heart won't let me."

Mingi kissed the top of your head. He understood what you were going through he's been here before too.

"Sometimes it takes a while for our hearts to want to let go. It's normal. You just haven't had the time to grieve for the loss of your relationship with your person."

He knew it was going to take you some time to heal and he was willing to wait to for you.

I want someone to share my coffee and sunscreen. My mornings, my stories and my bed.

Two weeks with Mingi turned into two months. He moved into your apartment. His toothbrush had a permanent spot next to yours. You had someone to share coffee with in the evenings. Sharing your sunscreen with Mingi became a daily thing.

You told Mingi all your stories from like the time you were ten and your pet cat Frankie brought you a dead mice, and how you when turned thirteen and your mom forget your birthday and tried to make it up to you by giving you a hostess chocolate cupcake she got from the gas station.

And lazy Sundays cuddled up with Mingi felt nicer than anything in the world. You liked having someone to share your bed with again. Mingi got comfortable with you in a sense he knew you better than your ex had.

Mingi tried with you.

That's all you ever wanted from someone was to try.

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requested: clingy drunk bada

Namjoon x blk fem reader

2. Namjoon x blk fem reader

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

Yoongi X Blk Male OC

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Jungkook x you

Soft As A Summer Night | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader

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

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DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER

Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

Hi love 💕 I would like to request a fic where y/n gets pregnant and Mark from NCT is just so soft and loving and just completely takes care of her. Btw thank you for writing all genres for us black girls and making us feel loved and seen 🥺🤍

My baby is having a baby | Mark Lee x blk fem reader

word count: 847

sorry for any mistakes.

Note: Omg I love this! Thank you so much for requesting. And awe you're welcome. 😭 I just want black girls to have nice things too. 🥹

Mark: He loves your little round belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, always touching your belly and caressing it. One of the things Mark loves to do is lay his head on your belly and talk to the baby. He was amazed at how you and he created another human being and how it was growing inside you each day. “I want another baby,” Mark says one night in bed as he’s rubbing cocoa butter onto your stretch marks. You laughed at him saying, “We haven’t had the first baby yet, Mark.”   Your boyfriend smiles a little saying, “I mean after this little one.”

Mark: Ever since becoming pregnant, you hadn’t felt your prettiest with the stretch marks and the gained weight and how your body was changing. But Mark loves your body even more now that you're carrying his child. One morning you cried because you couldn’t fit into your favorite pair of jeans anymore saying how fat you had gotten. Mark pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, his hands gently running up and down your sides as he speaks to you in the softest voice ever. “Hey.” Mark says, “When can get you another pair of jeans.”   You shake your head pouting into his chest. “I want these jeans!”      Mark's hands were still moving up and down your sides. “Okay, love we can get another pair of jeans like those.” 

Mark: Before your stomach got bigger and rounder. You would wear Mark's hoodies all the time because they smelt like him. But now the hoodies wouldn’t go past your belly. You cried to Mark about it. So one day he went to the store and bought some larger hoodies. He wore them first leaving his scent and favourite cologne behind. He gives them to you. “You do too much for me.”  You say as you put on one of the hoodies.   Mark cups your face, he's smiling. “You deserve it, baby.” 

Mark: Being pregnant, you ate a lot and craved the strangest of things in the middle of the night. Like tonight, you craved pickles and chocolate sauce again. You wake up Mark, feeling a little bad about it. But he doesn't mind at all. “What is it, Y/n?” he asks you, voice groggy, as he rubs sleep from his eyes.     “I'm hungry.”   You pout. Mark nods, gets out of bed, slips on his slippers, and grabs his car keys and wallet. “Prickles and Chocolate sauce, right?” He asks with a yawn.

Mark: Today you and Mark were going to the autumn festival. It's been hard for you to put on your own shoes and tie them since your belly was in the way. You sat on the little stool near the front door. Mark was kneeling down at your feet, slipping your socks on you, and then putting your shoes on you and tying them nicely. “Mark~ I don't deserve you.”  You say.     “But you do deserve me,” Mark says as he reaches up, bopping your cute nose, making you giggle.

Mark: He's in love with every version of you. But his two favorite versions of you are when you're sleeping and when you're smiling and dancing around. Now you're pregnant. This version of you was going to be just as special. On the days when you worry about being a bad mommy.  Mark gently scolds you saying, “Ah, don't say something that's not true. You're going to be an amazing mother. Don't think that way.” He then wraps you in a comforting hug, pecking your face with sweet little kisses and telling you how much he loves you with each kiss. 

Mark: Sometimes you're exhausted because of your pregnancy so you can’t do things you wanted to like during your hair. And Mark knew how you liked keeping your hair done. He’d watch a bunch of YouTube videos and even took classes on how to do black hair so he could help make things easy for you. It’s raining outside. The soft flow of Neo Soul plays from a Bluetooth speaker, you sat between Mark’s legs as he did your hair into two strand twist. “You really didn’t have to do this for me.” You say.   Mark puts some product on your hair. “But I wanted to, Y/n.”    You couldn’t help but smile and feel warm all over. Mark was the best guy you ever had been with and you were so grateful to be having a child with him.

Mark: He couldn't wait to see who the baby would resemble. “I really hope the baby has your nose and eyes. I really love your nose and eyes.” Mark says as he's helping you with nesting.   “I hope our little one has your smile! Like that would be the cutest thing ever.” You said gushing. You loved Mark's smile a lot. You will never forget that big excited smile on his face when you told him you were pregnant.  He picked you up and twirled you around the bedroom, saying, “My baby is having a baby!”