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[7:02pm] | Namjoon x blk fem reader.

“Namjoon made falling In love easy.” You thought as you watched your boyfriend carefully pick up a crab. He runs over to you smiling, just to show you how cute this little crab was.

There's an innocence to the things he says and does, but he also reminds you that he's a flawed human too and you like that.

Namjoon never tried to be a perfect boyfriend, but he did. He showed you a love that felt like all the love songs you would listen to back in middle school before you even fully grasped the concept of what it means to love someone romantically.

All the love songs you listen to now contain fragments of him. You always thought if you two ever broke up, you could never listen to those songs the same way again or even listen to them at all after him.

You watched Namjoon run down the beach with his arms out as he yelled, scaring the seagulls. The birds squawking pierced the evening sky as they took off flying. You sink your toes in the warm, gritty brown sand.

You think back to the promise you made your mama before you left home for Uni. “I promise I'll only focus on my studies and nothing else.”

But months later, on a rainy Sunday morning, you sent your mama a text saying: “Forgive me, mama. But there's this guy and I really like him a lot.”

A smile grew across your face hearing Namjoon call your name as he ran up to you. He found some pretty seashells he wanted to show you.

He grabbed your hand, laughing pulling you along with him. There's magic in his laughter that makes you believe in love again.

[2:37 am] Namjoon x blk fem reader

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner. I wanna get stuck in your head.

Namjoon taps his pen on the pages of his notebook while he watched you moved about your tiny kitchen making pancakes. He did a doodle of you in the corner of the pages flipping a pancake and the pancake landing on your face. He wanted pancakes for dinner with you tonight. You were the best at making them since you worked at a pancake cafe downtown.

Lately, for Namjoon, things started to change when he looked at you. He thought of you a lot these days, more in ways than a friend shouldn't. Even wrote songs and poems about you that he would never share.

He wonders if he ever got stuck in your head the way you were stuck in his. He would compare you to a million things, but his favorite one being: “She's like lilacs blooming in the spring.”

Namjoon found lilacs comforting with their pretty smell, and you were no different from the lilacs. Whenever he needed comfort, he would run to you. He liked how his body would curve into yours when he finally hugged you and cried until his soul was empty, and he liked how your voice was soft and felt like summer.

You and Namjoon ate pancakes at the dining table. Namjoon had maple syrup dripping from his lips. You reached across the table with a napkin cleaning his mouth. “You've always been a messy eater.” You smiled at him.

Namjoon chokes on a piece of pancake only because he was taken aback by your smile. When did her smile become so pretty? He thought.

Namjoon wanted to say something, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and crossing lines he shouldn't.

But you were his friend and what could it hurt by telling you: “Y/n, your smile, It's really pretty like you.” Namjoon cringed at how corny it might have sounded. He stuffed pieces of pancakes into his mouth to avoid saying anything else.

You liked it, though. How he thought you were pretty. He noticed how you tried to hide your new smile by putting your head down a bit so he wouldn't see. He thinks it's cute.

A/N: I do take requests as long as it isn't anything smut. 😭

Somebody's Problem | Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

Summary: Dean couldn't help but think how you were somebody's problem.

No warnings.

A/N: This is a songfic loosely based on Morgan Wallen's song Somebody's Problem lyrics are written into the ff. Short read.

Parties were the best place to get laid. Especially college parties. Dean wasn't a college student, but where there was booze and chicks, he was there. He's got a red solo cup in his hand filled to the brim with warm beer. He's smiling at girls who send him flirtatious winks, but none of them are good enough to pull him their way. He keeps moving through the party. Bodies everywhere, weed lingers in the air and Eric Church played from somewhere. Dean sipped his beer moving through the party until he was out front with a couple who were almost out of their clothes on the front lawn. At least someone would be getting some ass.

A gray-matted BMW pulled up to the party. Windows rolled down, music blasting. Dean sees the 30-A sticker on the back windshield. Two-tone tank top slipping off your shoulder kinda girl when you step out. Dean lowers his red solo cup. For a second, the world stands still.

Ooh, I know where this is going. I already know it. Dean thought.

He watches as you walk past. Throws a look his way. A little smile from gloss cherry-tinted lips. Dean knew the type of girl you were. Likes shopping with Daddy's black American Express, and long vacations in exotic places.

It's like in those few split seconds Dean saw everything as you slowly moved by. He wanted to know your name. Know your favorite color and your favorite song. Shit. This wasn't like him to want to go that deep (that was deep for him). You were just a girl. But Dean's mind saw you as something more than that.

How you were somebody's problem. Somebody's goodbye.

You being the last number that they can't find.

You were somebody's best day. Somebody's worst night.

You were the reason somebody left the porch light on.

Then here was Dean, thinking of your beautiful complexion. You're a shade darker from being out on the beaches of Cancun.

Damn. He's thinking now how he loved to drown in them heartbreaker brown eyes of yours.

Oh, she's about to be my problem.

So Dean gets close to you. You're dancing in a way that Dean imagined was the way a Goddess could dance. And Dean he sips his drink watching you. You pulled him by his shirt, body pressed against his. He liked this. You smell of Jasmine blossom and lilacs, and Dean is crazy about the smell. He wanted to lean into you, to smell more of you, to kiss you, to wrap his arms around your waist and keep you forever.

You're the kinda girl once somebody had you, they couldn't stand to lose you. Kinda girl where your friends tell you “Don't F it up.”

You're the kinda girl that guys try to get your number to sliding through the summer to talking about love.

Dean wanted to be that summer love you'll think about in mid-hot September to harsh winters In December. He wants to be the thoughts that keep you warm in the middle of those cold nights. Dean doesn't think twice when he leans forward a bit and kisses your lips. He tastes of beer. You hold his face between your hands. For Dean, he thought he'd be a face you'd forget somewhere between the tequila shots by the end of the night if the two of you didn't end up upstairs in a bedroom naked between a stranger's bedsheets.

Wherever it led, Dean didn't care.

Dean loses himself in you. Oh, he wanted to try all the problems you were for somebody else.

He thinks he's crazy for wanting that, but maybe he was.

A/N: If you want to request Dean x blk reader my request are always open. :) Thanks for reading!

Hi! Can I send a fluff request a scenario of San & black fem reader where he comes to the reader’s apartment for a sleepover for the first time? She’s really excited but very nervous at the same that he’s coming over to spend the night. They’re just started being in a official relationship not too long ago. Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff going on and he’s super in love with her. I hope you’ll like the idea! -🧜🏽‍♀️

Omg yesss you can! I love this. 😭 Can't wait to write it. 🥺

Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂