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.

Hiii~ I'm trying to create more stuff for black readers. Like of black girls getting loved on not just sexually. Like just really soft love, a lil angst a lil fluff, some fun adventures. Just whatever nice for black reader. If anyone can request something that would be really cool. 🥺

This was so sweet. 🥺

Hi, I would like to make a request for TXT soobin and black reader. Like black reader is introducing soobin to her family for the first time on Thanksgiving. And they are so welcoming towards him.

A/n: i feel like this is a bit rushed, but i hope u like it 😭.

warnings: me trying to sound fancy, not proofread:0

its getting colder, the sky looking more glum, the trees growing barren day by day, but even with all that, you wake up feeling ecstatic. humming a little tune as you finish your morning chores, and finish up the rest of the food for tonight. your boyfriend on the other hands, seemed to be very in the winter mood. dragging his body around as he finished his chores, lazily helping you with the cooking you had to do.

the excitement he had yesterday seemed to have died down, all the excited promises he made are out the window leaving a nervous wreck behind.

"we don't have to go." soobin starts, you drop your comb staring at him through your mirror. "i haven't spent Thanksgiving with my family in a while binnie, we have to go." he grumbles under his breath.you finish up to make-up, standing up and making you way over to him.

your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers toying with the delicate chain you both shared. "are you nervous about meeting them?" he nods. "you don't have to be, my mom and dad already love you... and i love you even more. don't worry about anyone else." you punctuate your sentence with a kiss, a slight smile on his face when you pull away. you grab your phone, gasping at the time.

"come on baby were already late."

the ride to your family home, is a bit long. music playing softly, soobin's hand in yours as you drove. as you pull up to your family's drive way, his grip grows tight, his legs bouncing. you let go of the steering wheel, gently holding his face. "stop worrying, i'm here."he leans in pressing your forehead together. you stay like that for a few seconds, before you pull away. "come one lets get the food and go inside."

its cold outside your car, you shiver rubbing your body, hurrying to get the food from the backseat.once your sure the food in secure in your arms, you reach out for soobin. your fingers interlacing as you make you way to the door.

it doesn't take a second after you knock for the door to swing open. your mother's smile growing brighter, at the sight of you. "y/n! oh my" her arms wrapping around you, her hand cupping your face pressing gentle kisses. " come in come in."

the rest of the house is a bit crowded, your family littered around in the living room and kitchen. your younger siblings rush to your helping you with the things in your hands. soobin is being bombarded with warm welcomes, at some point your mom pulls him away to introduce him to the rest of your family .

its honestly sweet to see, though he's still shy, your family doesn't make him feel left out. introducing him to some of your customs. it takes him a while to relax, but when he does his beautiful smile causes your heart to swell.

I love to torture myself 😊

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..

Keep Wanting You | RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER.

summary: why you gotta make me keep wanting you?

theme: ex-lovers in a small town.

loosely based on the song Why Ya Wanna by Jana Kramer. Lyrics are sort of written into the fic.

a/n: I do take requests for RIIZE so yeah. 😭 this is just a little drabble I did it late in the morning because I really love this song and I really wanted to write something for Anton. 🥺 sorry for any mistakes.

You didn't expect for your ex Anton to walk through those diner doors that late August afternoon. So all the gossip around town was true that he was back in town. He's the only person from high school who left this little hometown to chase his big dreams in a big city. He's chatting with some older people who watched him grow up as a kid. You were hoping he didn't notice you, but he does, that little glimpse he gives you while he's talking with someone makes your heart sink to your stomach.

Why did he have to come here, of all places?

Anton walks up to your table. He's smiling and your heart is breaking like the night he left you behind in this town. You want to hide your face, your eyes sting as you try to fight back the tears with a fake smile.

He's wearing an old shirt that you love. A cotton white tee with a black heart sewn into the front pocket. You were never sure why you loved that shirt on him, but you did. Anton sat across from you, his eyes taking you in.

“You're looking good,” he said.

His words felt like a punch to the gut. No hello. No, how you have been. Just you're looking good. It was kind of his way to draw you in a bit to make you trust him again and to get you to think he's leaving was never a big deal.

“Thanks...?” you said softly.

He reached across the table, his index finger tapping three times on the back of your hand. Three little taps coded for ‘I love you’, something you and Anton came up with back in high school.

You slowly drew your hand away.

“It's been a while,” he said.

“Yeah...it has...”

“You never left this place.” There's a bit of regret stuck in his throat.

“Why would I?” Your words are icy. “This place is all I know.”

“Don't you want to see something else outside of our hometown?”

“No... Not really.”

Seeing anything else didn't feel right. That safety of where home would always be kept you nestled in this town. And you never saw why Anton would want to leave a place that felt like a comforting hug after a long day. Or just suddenly leave you for some dream right after graduation. God, you were glad he wasn't here to see those first couple of months when you were a mess behind him.

So seeing him now, just having him sit across from you like everything was fine, slowly opened those wounds that didn't quite heal up enough.

“Is it wrong of me to say I've missed you?” he said.

You look down at your coffee mug. Your reflection staring back at you in the black coffee with a few cubes of sugar in it.

“Do you really?” Your voice creaks on the way up your throat.

Anton doesn't say anything for a moment. Maybe because it was selfish of him to say something like that. Like what right did he have to you now?

“Yeah. Mainly you're one reason I'm back here,” he said.

Him saying that caused you physical pain.

Was I really? Your red nails tapped at the side of the coffee mug. It would be a lie if you said you didn't miss him. If you didn't think about him all these years later. If you hadn't checked his Instagram a billion times to see if he had moved on. Just flings here and there, but nothing serious. The girls in the city could never compare to the one small-town girl that he still loved.

So he fucked up by leaving you.

“Anton, don't say something you don't mean.” You pleaded. “Don't okay?”

You look up from your coffee.

“I mean it though.” He said. “I mean it with every heartbeat.”

The corners of your mouth pull down and your eyes water. You grabbed a napkin from the middle of the table and dabbed at your eyes, trying not to ruin your makeup.

“I need to go.” You said.

Because things were getting too real. If he said anything else, you would have maybe done the one thing you said you'd never do, which was forgive him.

You slid out of the booth and so did Anton. You placed a couple of dollars on the table for your coffee. Anton follows you out of the diner. You stopped walking.

“Don't follow me–” It's the way he moved in for a hug that caught you off guard.

What was he thinking? You let it happen. You deep down you wanted it though. It's a shame almost you craved his hug. How you melt against his body, how his arms tighten around your shoulders, your face in his chest smelling him. You were coming unglued.

It's sad how you wanted him again to go back to the familiarities of his love like he never broke your heart when he said goodbye. And God, how you wished he had been cold towards you like any ex would. But that wasn't him.

You needed to push him away. You needed to yell at him that this wasn't fair—that he doesn't get to do this to you. Hell, you can't bring yourself to do any of it. It felt so right with him right now.

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.