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@gawainterlude
As a black girl, i'm really glad i've came across your amazing work, cos its harding finding x black!reader fics. Please keep it up, i always look forward to reading your fics. ❤️🥹
As a black girlie myself, discussions like this make my heart full of joy thank you so much for appreciating my works! And that’s the main reason why I started writing, we deffo need more representation and I’m here for it. Again that’s too sweet🫶🏿
Come as you are
ཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀ Alt!rockstar!martin x alt!reader
ཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀ synopsis: meeting a rockstar and him giving you a piercing doesn't count as a date...right?
ཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀ warnings such as blood and needles
ཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀ author’s note : I plan on making a part 2 cause y’all lowkey got robbed ngl
You laid your back against the chair, watching as the cup vibrated with each strum of the guitar and each verse sung into the microphone. the crowds of people drowning out the loud music being played live on the stage, whilst you sat back, attempting to enjoy your friday night.
The last song started playing, all the fans going ecstatic over the first strum played on the guitar. They went even crazier when the lead singer of the band started singing, all of them singing along.
strawberry shortcake romance
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Juhoon x bakery owner!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary : you meet a mysterious boy who only orders two things a slice of strawberry shortcake and whatever you decide is your favorite for the day. for weeks he comes in and sits in the same spot, talking to you for a bit before leaving. except he suddenly doesn't show up for a week, leaving you guessing to where he had gone. you'd never expected him to come in on a random night when you're closing shop, surprising you with the best "welcome back" gift of your life.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ content : tooth rotting fluff, kissing, Stella is her own warning
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author’s note : can ppl tell I was listening to peak illit while writing this?
Being the owner's daughter of a bakery in one of the most busiest and populous regions of South Korea as a foreigner had its pros and cons. At first you recognized all of the benefits-lots of generous tippers who'd recognized your business online, frequent regulars who'd become friends along the way, as well as an overall comforting community. You created a beautiful safe haven with your own hands. Literally.
It is just me who’s noticed that in most fanfics that specify the reader being black, they tend to make the reader the “stereotypical black girl trope” where they’re aggressive, hard headed with “queen behaviour” with impractical behaviour and unnecessary outbursts.
As a black woman, I understand that yes there are black women who present like this,I’m not shaming anyone about it, not judging or anything but the lack of fics presenting black women as soft spoken, delicate, fragile women is lowk a lil concerning, because there’s a lot of us who aren’t like that, but it just seems to me that that is how we are all presented.
When the readers race isn’t specified,they’re written to be softer and more “feminine” who don’t fight, they’re shy but when they’re specified to be black it’s a whole different story.
Hey queen!! Got any Martin fics in the vault?
hii girlie!! THE ANSWER IS YES I’ve got so many ideas and drafts…but exams szn is lowkey beating my ass right now so I’m slow af asf as fuck but trust me I got y’all real good🙏🏿
Heyyy
I wanna start writing too, but I'm a bit embarrassed and don't know how to go about it. Your works are amaze balls and I wanna write like that! Do you have any tips?
Hii first of all thank you so much I’m glad for all the love I’m receiving🫶🏿 A major thing that helped me is telling myself to make it exist first, so then I could always polish it later on.
I could go on and on about creativity as its amazing process you know. I daydream a lot so I guess I transform those thoughts into scenarios. Also I’m a big music lover, so i happen to stumble upon inspiration in a lots of tracks! I think music and writing go well together.
English is not my first language so I try enhancing my vocabulary by using synonyms and wording things differently. I read a lot of books and fics too, it helps.
Also don’t be embarrassed!! It took me years to get into writing again and I started thinking about posting here about 10 months ago.
You can search up scenarios and plots ideas on the internet but most importantly you have to make it yours again! There’s something so exciting about it. And to help you visualize better, use Pinterest to make mood boards and curate images off of the vibe you wanna build around you fics.
Please let me know if there’s anything else you want to know, I’ll be your first supporter 🙏🏿
➽─────❥ ✿ Video game lover
pairing : Juhoon x reader
boyfriend!Juhoon who gets ragebaited by tomodachi life
It’s no secret to anyone that your boyfriend Juhoon is a complete video game lover. So when the new tomodachi life : living the dream was announced, you immediately made sure to preordered it so as to give it to him when it got officially released. He thanked you by naming his island after your name.
i love x black reader/black!fem reader so much
and it’s peak every time too
Distant lover, Kim Juhoon
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
Pairing : Kim Juhoon x reader
In which Juhoon, yearns for your presence and is tormented by his feelings. During a trip to Jeju island, he confesses whether you reciprocate the same or not.
Themes : friends to lovers, fluff, angsty with happy end
Autor’s note : got inspired by distant lover by Marvin Gaye and two Substack articles. Lmk if you wanna know more about it
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
“Juhoon’s been acting weird lately.” you confessed to Stella.
This was one of those rare times you have the opportunity to come visit your friends especially because of your schedule. Long-distance friendship came most of the time with big life updates, sure, but you cherished the way you could keep talking about everyday life as if you were part of it.
“What makes you think that? He’s the one who insisted we should surprise you by planning the whole trip to Jeju island.” she paused, “Don’t tell him I told you that.”
Makin’ it happen ᢉ𐭩
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 james x hairstylist!reader
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 in which you’re the reason behind why blond James is happening right now
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 suggestive, established relationship, kissing, skinship, fluff
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 author’s note : i just had to hop on this
As a hairstylist, dying your ‘fro was like therapy to you. You liked to change your appearance whenever you got bored, like customizing your videogame character using the new characteristics you've unlocked but in real life. What you usually unlocked were new hair dye colors. You absolutely loved having fun with your hair, styling it, braiding it, and of course, playing with colors.
Sometimes, you'd dye them a brown-looking shade close to your skin color whenever you had special occasions that required some kind of composed, elegant look to present in. But every once in a while, you'd go crazy with colors. You went teal once.
Your relationship with James has been going on for more than one year now and each time he saw you with a different appearance, it’s like he would fall in love with your personality and your look a little more each time. Just like how it was probably going to happen this afternoon.
MELTED VINYLS, Zhao Yufan
Pairing : Zhao Yufan (James) x reader
Genre : Slice of life ?
Synospis : James is looking for friends's gift and he can't decide. You're working at that cool record store.
Autor's note : english is not my first language so bear with me. very small fic, just to get used writing in english again.
The first time James met you was by pure coincidence.
He went outside for a walk, taking in the beautiful sight of Itaewon’s neighborhood. Folks all dressed up in warm clothes, the bone-chilling wind hitting his face like it was on purpose.
That’s when he remembers, Seonghyeon’s birthday is coming up next week and he still hasn’t found a gift. He didn’t have to worry about that pressure of finding “the perfect gift”, that kid was easy to love with and always thankful even for the smallest gestures.
As James kept thinking about it, his eyes randomly darted on a record store sign. Looking at it from afar, without knowing why, he had to give it a try and maybe find a gift for his soon-to-be-17-year-old friend.
He approached, carefully noticing how the warm colored lights inside contrasted oddly perfectly with the cold atmosphere that prevailed in the streets. Without waiting any longer, he pushed the door open and gently closed it behind him, a faint melody echoed probably to inform the owner of the arrival of a potential customer.
Ab inexplicable feeling of satisfaction settled in, the warmth of the store was very pleasing. This place smelled like music had a smell but in a good way, though vinyls and CDs didn’t have any particular smell. He took time appreciating the record store’s decoration, from the ceiling down to the floor. Small lights hanging from the ceiling, loads of posters and album covers from groups and solo artists he sometimes recognized slightly brightened by the sun, a CD player and a vinyl record player in the back. The floor was neat, he could see the sweeper peaking behind the counter.
Walking through the small aisles of the store he knew Seongyeon like his back pocket. Brent Faiyaz was definitely who he was going for. The question is which project should he choose. That man had so many good songs.
He stopped in his thoughts when he felt a presence by his side.
You were casually placing or putting back various CDs where they belonged. That when you noticed him as you got up. You guessed he was your age, his hair dyed in a dirty blond color was covered by a fashionable beanie with cool patterns.
His gaze lingered on you for a beat too long and he realized how dumb he might have looked at the moment.
“Oh, so you like Brent Faiyaz ?” You pointed your chin at that vinyl he was holding.
A bit taken aback by your straightforwardness, “ No..I mean I’m just a casual listener, I got a friend of mine he really loves him”, he stumbled over his words. “I’m way too indecisive”.
“I got you.” was what you pronounced. A head movement was enough for him to start following you in the aisles like a lost puppy. He found it amusing, seeing how natural it was for you to easily find vinyls of a given artist within minutes, as if you knew the store by heart.
You took your time. Explaining to him what choices he had based on little you knew about his friend — that was enough for you — James’s attention fully focused on you.
He saw you, you really saw you. He admired the way your eyes flickered, communicating very passionately and nerding about an artist he had little knowledge in. This conversation was very smooth, it’s like he already knew you, when that wasn’t even the case.
“If you have time you’ve got to listen to his debut EP, it’s fire and I’m so so serious about it.” You suggested. It was that deep.
His laughter echoed in the store. It was only the both of you anyway. There was something gratifying in the way he perceived you.
“I‘ll have to trust you on that one” he carefully picked one of them vinyls. “I’ll take that one too and give it a try” he referenced to the one you were holding — the one you just recommended — to your surprise.
“You don’t have to take both if you’re not-” he cuts you off “But I want to.”
“No really It’s alr-“,
“And I do trust you” he was staring at you for so long, that poster of Prince on the wall never seemed even more interesting than right know.
He laughed it off, heading back to the front of the record store near the counter. You quietly followed, silenced.
You cashed the two vinyls, as he kept chatting with you about how another friend of his, Juhoon, successfully thrifted a vintage vinyl record player not far from her the other day.
He glanced at your name one last time before waving you goodbye to which you happily responded.
On his way home he facepalmed himself thinking about how his dumbass forgot to ask for your number.
Later, after finishing wrapping Seonghyeon’s gift, James flopped on his bed. Arms up analyzing his new vinyl, he couldn’t get your face out of his minds. He absentmindedly checked the back of the album pocket — that’s when he straightened in his elbows — a sticky note a bit crumpled with your name and your precious number on it, his jolly ass read :
“In case you wanna yap to me about it”
Can’t take my eyes off of you, ft Chao Yufan
Summary : a typical slow sunday morning with Yufan, turning into a major exception this time
pure fluff overload, lowkey confession?, slow dancing, kissing and skinship
As you stepped out of the shower, you reached for the towel hanging on the rack.
Dressed in one of James’s graphic tees, you padded back into the kitchen, finding him leaning against the counter with a mug of tea in his hands. He looked up as you entered, his eyes automatically dropping to take in your attire. He said nothing, but you could see the flicker of something in his gaze.
Kiss n’ makeup
Pairing : Martin Edwards x reader
bringing back boys wearing liner
You and Martin swear you’re just friends.
It has been the case for so long that the word got lost on the blurred line between friendship and romantic love. Friends who spend way too much time alone during (allegedly) casual music sessions on one’s bed. Friends that may feel something building, the curiosity growing and still know when to pull back when needed.
Distant lover, Kim Juhoon
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
Pairing : Kim Juhoon x reader
In which Juhoon, yearns for your presence and is tormented by his feelings. During a trip to Jeju island, he confesses whether you reciprocate the same or not.
Themes : friends to lovers, fluff, angsty with happy end
Autor’s note : got inspired by distant lover by Marvin Gaye and two Substack articles. Lmk if you wanna know more about it
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
“Juhoon’s been acting weird lately.” you confessed to Stella.
This was one of those rare times you have the opportunity to come visit your friends especially because of your schedule. Long-distance friendship came most of the time with big life updates, sure, but you cherished the way you could keep talking about everyday life as if you were part of it.
“What makes you think that? He’s the one who insisted we should surprise you by planning the whole trip to Jeju island.” she paused, “Don’t tell him I told you that.”
MELTED VINYLS, Zhao Yufan
Pairing : Zhao Yufan (James) x reader
Genre : Slice of life ?
Synospis : James is looking for friends's gift and he can't decide. You're working at that cool record store.
Autor's note : english is not my first language so bear with me. very small fic, just to get used writing in english again.
The first time James met you was by pure coincidence.
He went outside for a walk, taking in the beautiful sight of Itaewon’s neighborhood. Folks all dressed up in warm clothes, the bone-chilling wind hitting his face like it was on purpose.
That’s when he remembers, Seonghyeon’s birthday is coming up next week and he still hasn’t found a gift. He didn’t have to worry about that pressure of finding “the perfect gift”, that kid was easy to love with and always thankful even for the smallest gestures.
As James kept thinking about it, his eyes randomly darted on a record store sign. Looking at it from afar, without knowing why, he had to give it a try and maybe find a gift for his soon-to-be-17-year-old friend.
He approached, carefully noticing how the warm colored lights inside contrasted oddly perfectly with the cold atmosphere that prevailed in the streets. Without waiting any longer, he pushed the door open and gently closed it behind him, a faint melody echoed probably to inform the owner of the arrival of a potential customer.
Ab inexplicable feeling of satisfaction settled in, the warmth of the store was very pleasing. This place smelled like music had a smell but in a good way, though vinyls and CDs didn’t have any particular smell. He took time appreciating the record store’s decoration, from the ceiling down to the floor. Small lights hanging from the ceiling, loads of posters and album covers from groups and solo artists he sometimes recognized slightly brightened by the sun, a CD player and a vinyl record player in the back. The floor was neat, he could see the sweeper peaking behind the counter.
Walking through the small aisles of the store he knew Seongyeon like his back pocket. Brent Faiyaz was definitely who he was going for. The question is which project should he choose. That man had so many good songs.
He stopped in his thoughts when he felt a presence by his side.
You were casually placing or putting back various CDs where they belonged. That when you noticed him as you got up. You guessed he was your age, his hair dyed in a dirty blond color was covered by a fashionable beanie with cool patterns.
His gaze lingered on you for a beat too long and he realized how dumb he might have looked at the moment.
“Oh, so you like Brent Faiyaz ?” You pointed your chin at that vinyl he was holding.
A bit taken aback by your straightforwardness, “ No..I mean I’m just a casual listener, I got a friend of mine he really loves him”, he stumbled over his words. “I’m way too indecisive”.
“I got you.” was what you pronounced. A head movement was enough for him to start following you in the aisles like a lost puppy. He found it amusing, seeing how natural it was for you to easily find vinyls of a given artist within minutes, as if you knew the store by heart.
You took your time. Explaining to him what choices he had based on little you knew about his friend — that was enough for you — James’s attention fully focused on you.
He saw you, you really saw you. He admired the way your eyes flickered, communicating very passionately and nerding about an artist he had little knowledge in. This conversation was very smooth, it’s like he already knew you, when that wasn’t even the case.
“If you have time you’ve got to listen to his debut EP, it’s fire and I’m so so serious about it.” You suggested. It was that deep.
His laughter echoed in the store. It was only the both of you anyway. There was something gratifying in the way he perceived you.
“I‘ll have to trust you on that one” he carefully picked one of them vinyls. “I’ll take that one too and give it a try” he referenced to the one you were holding — the one you just recommended — to your surprise.
“You don’t have to take both if you’re not-” he cuts you off “But I want to.”
“No really It’s alr-“,
“And I do trust you” he was staring at you for so long, that poster of Prince on the wall never seemed even more interesting than right know.
He laughed it off, heading back to the front of the record store near the counter. You quietly followed, silenced.
You cashed the two vinyls, as he kept chatting with you about how another friend of his, Juhoon, successfully thrifted a vintage vinyl record player not far from her the other day.
He glanced at your name one last time before waving you goodbye to which you happily responded.
On his way home he facepalmed himself thinking about how his dumbass forgot to ask for your number.
Later, after finishing wrapping Seonghyeon’s gift, James flopped on his bed. Arms up analyzing his new vinyl, he couldn’t get your face out of his minds. He absentmindedly checked the back of the album pocket — that’s when he straightened in his elbows — a sticky note a bit crumpled with your name and your precious number on it, his jolly ass read :
“In case you wanna yap to me about it”
