ATEEZ AS SONG FICS WITH YOU

ATEEZ AS SONG FICS WITH YOU

This is for my 31 days with ATEEZ project where I write about ATEEZ for 31 days. I'm open to ideas. you can request but no smut though, sorry.

Sorry for any mistakes.

DAY 1: GROUP AS SONG FICS

deja vu, Olivia Rodrigo

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”

Everything that used to be you and him became him and her. Every bit of you was in everything that San did her. Your favorite song wasn’t your favorite song anymore. You played it for San a dozen times. He would sing off-key with you into your hair brush. But now San plays your favorite song for her, she knows every word and it was her favorite song now. She was just a reflection of what San used to do with you. San made her feel special, like he used to make you feel.

you belong with me, Taylor Swift

“I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be.”

You’re in Wooyoung’s bed, his fingers ghosting over your skin as you both stare into each other eyes. There were a lot of things being said without ever speaking a word. You liked this, being with him when the world was quiet. And you wish you could stay like this with him forever. He was your best friend and the guy you’ve been deeply in love with for the past two years. The only thing stopping you from telling Wooyoung your true feelings was his girlfriend. God, you hated her. She treated your friend like shit. You didn’t see what Wooyoung saw in her. Maybe it was because she was pretty, a perfect blonde with an ugly personality. You always made Wooyoung feel better after his girlfriend put him down. She didn’t even know his favorite song, his favorite food, and his favorite smell that he associated with his childhood. You knew all those things. Yeah, because you were his best friend, but remembering stuff about the person you love romantically was different.

manic, Conan gray

“People like you always want back what they can't have.”

Jongho was one of your craziest exes. Though he said you hated you. He still stalked you on your social media. When you blocked him from your phone, he would call from unknown numbers. This guy was crazy, telling his friends how you were the crazy one, but he’s literally the crazy one, driving by your house every night and sending you pictures. He needed you to be the bad guy In his story and Jongho did a good job painting you as this manic person who was obsessed with him when In reality it was the other way around. Jongho would show up at your school or workplace begging for you to talk with him. But each time you two tried to have a decent conversation, Jongho would cry and scream making a scene, that way, people around would look at you in shame. Dating you in the first was just for shit and giggles. You thought it was something magical between the two of you until you overheard him telling one of his friends that he wasn’t into you like that. A joke. That’s all you were. You didn’t want Jongho back and wished he would drop off the face of the earth. 

gypsy, Russ

“Baby I can slide through, I can help you find you.”

Trusting people wasn't something you did easily because you always ended up hurt in the end. So when it came to Hongjoong, you were hesitant about him at first. You didn't know what drew you to him if it was his smile or the way he treated you like the human you are with emotions and feelings. So he grew on you and you grew on him. Spending nights with him in the darkness when your mind was the loudest he always seem to quiet those thoughts that invaded your head like a bad infection. You didn't know who you were as a person. Everyone that you came across somehow became who you were. Their hurtful words were the structure of your soul. But Hongjoong showed you otherwise. He taught you about yourself. It took some time for you to see yourself through your eyes without seeing a stranger staring back at you. His kind words took root in your chest, blooming like lilacs

sorry, Halsey

“I run away when things are good.”

You could never understand the way Yeosang had loved you and how gently he would handle you, as though he was scared you would break. Every bit of Yeosang had become who you were and you wish you could rip him from your soul. For Yeosang, his worst nightmare was waking up in the middle of the night and finding the space beside him empty and cold. Unfortunately, you made his nightmare a reality. You didn't mean to break his heart, but you did. You were too scared to admit that somewhere in your damaged soul, that you were starting to feel something for someone. You needed to run because things with Yeosang were too real and too perfect to actually be genuine. Yeosang knew you were hurting. He could feel the rumble of the raging storm within you and see the lightning flash behind your pretty eyes. Yeosang wanted to love the broken version of you, to show her that love wasn't scary and that it was okay to fall into someone else who would be there to catch you.

warning tag: obsession. electric love, Borns

“all I need is to be struck by your electric love.”

There was something about you that Mingi was infatuated with. He knew the moment he saw you there was something about you he couldn't just let go. You were like a lightning bolt that struck his heart. You were his new pretty little obsession. He created this fantasy in his head where you were in love with him. You're sweet and sour and Mingi loved the attitude you would give him when you told him you weren't interested in him, but he only took that as you playing hard to get. Mingi wanted you and once he had you, he wasn't going to let you go no matter how much you beg.

frozen, Sabrina Claudio

“The flowers will be blooming the leaves will be turning and snow will be falling while we're making love.”

If time could be frozen, you wish it would freeze at the moment you shared with Seonghwa. His hand was in yours while he made love to you. The way he made love to you, you could feel every bit of his emotions pouring into you. He would whisper in your ear in a low voice letting you know how much he loved you. Seonghwa took his time with you savoring you. He was going to make love to you till he heard the birds chirping and morning light poured over sweaty, tired bodies. Making love to you was something Seonghwa took pride in. Seonghwa thought you were the sexiest, with your head dipped back, calling out his name. He always made love to you slowly, teasing you. Seonghwa loved seeing how crazy it made you and what a mess you become beneath him. He would capture your lips with his in a long, drawn-out kiss.

cloud 9

“when he loves me I feel like I'm floating When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody.”

Oh, the way Yunho loves you felt like the start of summer. Yunho thinks you're the prettiest when you're dressed down. He made you feel like you were in a fairy tale with a happily ever after. Yunho liked the way you were, even when nobody else did. You hated to think about it, but if there came a time you and Yunho were longer together, you would always be your favorite person. He has loved you in ways that made your past relationships not even count. Yunho taught you how easy love is, especially his, and you never wanted to lose him or it. Being around Yunho was like having a contact high. You liked how he made you feel and liked the way he says your name while his fingers grazed over your skin. He's a pretty boy with pretty words only made for you.

A/N: like I said at the top you can request or give ideas for 31 days with ATEEZ.

This is top tier!!! 😭

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ᰔᩚ ݁ Satoru Gojo x black reader 

ᰔᩚ ݁ Synopsis: You put sunglasses on Satoru

ᰔᩚ ݁ Warnings: Established relationship, a tiny itsy bitsy hint of angst, no pronouns used, can be read by all, Satoru is in love and he’s sensitive

Satoru has an extensive collection of sunglasses. Some matched outfits and others were just for show. One thing Satoru loved about you was your ability to know what sunglasses he was feeling like wearing. It was like a superpower. He never understood it. How you could study him to the point where you knew how he worked. Of course he loved studying you as well, but that was different. Studying you was like memorizing his favorite book. 

There was no line he had missed when it came to you, comprehension wise he struggled. He knew you, but he couldn’t understand why you loved him so much. Why did you choose to wake up to him every morning? He didn’t know he could be loved in such a way that when it came down to it, the hard choices, you’d choose him. Even now as he watches you pick out a pair of glasses for him, guessing that you’d choose the ones he was feeling for the day, he feels as if he’s taken you from someone more deserving.  

You walk over to him with a smile. Cerulean eyes follow your every move, looking at you as if you’re the last thing they’ll ever see. When you press the frames to his face and fixate them on the bridge of his nose, he notices your look of concentration. You’re making sure they fit the way he likes them. 

When you’re satisfied you take a step back to admire Satoru. Your glossed lips press a small kiss to his nose and then lips. You giggle as you wipe the clear gloss off his face.

Satoru has an extensive collection of sunglasses. He’s grateful for them because they preserve his energy, but they also hide the tear that slips down his cheek, gathering at the brim of the sunglasses. You always knew which ones he wanted to wear.

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Taking Ateez x fem! blk reader request.

I don't write smut sorry.

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!

Mine | Yoongi x Black male OC

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

slight fluff, an age gap, and neighbors sharing a nonsexual intimate moment, and kissing.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬

We were in Yoongi's bed. Me on top of him.

Yoongi was gentle and careful with his hand as he rested it on the back of my neck. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Direct eye contact is challenging. He could read me so clearly. That's what I hate most about him. And I couldn't read him. He carried the weight of so many secrets. He laughed.

"Relax." He said.

"How can I, when you're this close?"

He clicked his tongue. His forehead was against mine. I could smell aftershave and cigarettes.

"Should I put space between us?" he whispered.

Having just drawn his lips into a half smile, he was about to pull away. As I gripped his shirt, he stayed close to me. The only other human-to-human contact I ever had was with my mother and little sister. So this was something different. This was something I wanted more of from the man living across from us in apartment 42B.

"No," I whispered back. "This is fine. You're fine."

Yoongi's eyes searched inside me. Could he see the small boy behind my eyes staring back at him?

"Everything," he said. "I want to know everything about you."

And my heart beats wildly in my chest at his words. I barely stepped foot into adulthood and there is a man interested in me. In me. My eyes searched his eyes for the truth. A glint of truth was hidden in his black irises. Yoongi's thumb rubs the back of my neck in a soothing circular motion. 

"I'm nothing special, Yoongi."

"You are to me," he continued. "Let me in, let me see what you don't show others."

My body buzzes. The vibrations of his voice shook me to the core. Let me see what you don't show others. I breathe deeply. That meant showing him the Demetrius I hid from my mother, grandparents, school kids, and my dad. Yoongi waits for me to say something. I liked how he stared at me like I was meant for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I really was. But could I let him in without pushing him away once things got too real? I saw how my parents loved each other, how the love died, then sparked back to life only to die again, Their love never alive again. It was the end of them. The end of me.

"God, you sound cheesy." I laughed. "Cheesy in a good way."

Yoongi chuckled, his whole body shaking. "Wow, okay." His eyes drop to my lips. "Can I?"

"Can you what?"

"Kiss you?" Yoongi's eyes return to mine.

"I, uh...I never kissed anyone before."

I didn't want to mention how I was kissed by my second cousin before I even knew she was my cousin. So I never counted her as my first kiss or as kissing anyone. 

"Just do what feels natural. We can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable-"

I kissed Yoongi. I kissed him. My lips moved against his. I'm clumsy and sloppy, but he didn't seem to mind. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a wave of warmth wash over me. I didn't want this to end. Yoongi, he's the perfect kisser. He kisses me with care but with a sense of urgency like he needed to enjoy our kiss before I changed my mind before things got too good. But I wasn't going to change my mind. His mouth tasted of whiskey and it's strange how I felt like I was in heaven Just from his kiss. Do you feel the same, Yoongi? My fingers tangled in his black hair. His hands found their way to my waist. The rhythm. The sound of us kissing is like music to our ears. Our heartbeat syncing as one.

Yoongi needs to breathe. He pulled away smiling, squeezing my waist. He stared up at me and a sliver of sunlight caught his dark brown eyes, melting them into honey. I felt my heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine lightly. His breath was warm and inviting.

"That was something, wasn't it?" he said, out of breath.

I nodded trying to catch my own. Now that I've kissed him, I want more. And Yoongi could clearly see that.

"Before we kiss again. Tell me something."

"Like?"

He shrugged. "Like anything."

So I thought, and I thought and I told him about my mother and the fight we had last night. Because her shitty boyfriend was a no-good thug. I knew why he only came around and that was to have sex with my mother. He doesn't pay my little sister any mind, and he treats her like she isn't his. My mother forces him to buy her clothes and food, but he says that's my job as a man because I was her older brother.  

Now I felt like I killed the mood with Yoongi talking about my home life, but when he said, "He's a dick. You shouldn't have to step in and play her father. She's your sister, not your daughter."

And Yoongi was right.

"I know. But what can I do? I'm her older brother, so it's my job to look after her. I take care of her more than my mother does. So I'm like both mother and father to her."

"And I'm sure your lil sis appreciates everything you do for her, Demetrius. I'm an only child, so I can't relate to having someone to look after. But I know the responsibility is a lot and you manage it so damn well, love."

"I do the best I can."

"That's all you can do. As long as you know you're doing your best, that'll keep you going."

I tear up and say, "Some days I don't feel like I should keep going. I just want to give up." 

"And that's okay. You are human, you are still young and can only take on so much."

This was the first time I had been so open with anyone. To be able to speak freely without being interrupted and validated.

And like before, I kissed him. This time I took it slow. I felt him smile against my lips. It felt magical kissing him. Soon every bit of him would become me. I would inherit his mannerisms. Eventually, I would pick up on any lingo he uses, blending it into my speech. I'll wear his oversized T-shirt when I spend the night. He'll make room on his bathroom counter for my things and even give me a toothbrush next to his. I'm thinking ahead. Too far ahead to see us at the altar saying our vows. Oh, Demetrius, you're just a foolish kid head over heels in love with the man from apartment 42B.

Author's note: This was an intro to a yoongi fanfic i was going to write on wattpad but never went through with it. so I turned it into a one-shot. If anyone is interested in their story I don't mind writing their story here on Tumblr.

La Mocosa — Miguel O’Hara x SpiderThorn (oc)

Comic Height Miguel (5’10)

Mostly SFW//Mature Language

Google translate Spanish <3

Miguel tries to scold a mentally unwell woman who’s taller than him.

Requested by @unique-high

SpiderThorn has been called into 2099’s office for her many “shenanigans” around the complex. Pranking spiders, breaking rules, playing around during missions— her constant use of ‘Fuck’ ‘Shit’ and other types of foul language. She had been recruited for her obvious power as a spider-woman. Not to mention, her venom. That definitely caught Miguel’s eye, of course she wasn’t the only spider-woman who caught his eye, but she was definitely.. the loudest. Miguel tapped at the screens blaring brightly in the dim-lit room he called his office. Standing on the tall platform, he saw the doors being opened in the corner of his eye, the light from the complex slipping in before suddenly being slammed shut. ‘Of course.’ He thought, ‘Break my fucking doors why don’t you?’. He groaned, shaking his head before placing his left hand on his waist. The definition of sass.

He looked down to the woman entering, listening close as she started to speak. Her voice was more elegant than she was as a whole, yet deep. She definitely had an accent, he knew she was mixed. He believed people called it ‘blasian’ or something stupid like that. “Heyyy, uh, so ya needed me Miguel?”, She spoke loud, her voice echoing in the large area. She stood tall, those damn boots.. he questioned how she could fight in them, considering how tall those platforms and the fucking heels! They were at least six inches. “Miguel?” He jolted, realizing he zoned out. He grunted in response, clenching his jaw before turning. “Thorn,” He paused, thinking for a moment “I believe you know why I called you here, la mocosa?”. The eye’s of her mask imitated a confused expression, before she placed her own hands on her hips.

“No, not really. So, can you tell me? If that’s not too much of a fuckin’ as—“ He interrupted, letting a low growl out as he spoke, “Language, this is one of the reasons, you need to watch your mouth!”. This startled her, Her eyes widening as if offended, “Well excuse me, figured I had a right to speak how I fuckin’ wish Miguel.” She brought her arms up and folded them, growling right back. This only annoyed Miguel, as he suddenly jumped and swung down, landing in front of her.. his hulking figure moving towards her, making her jump a little. “¡Cierra el pico!” He now stood tall infront of her, furrowing his thick brows and scowling at her, “This isn’t about your damn freedom of speech, it’s your attitude! You need to learn to take this seriously!”. He poked at her shoulder, his eyes glistening red for just a moment.. Thorn stared, before the eyes of her mask narrowed into a glare. She was slouched, but now she stood up straight.. towering over the man.

He stood, a little shocked but not deterred, even when she hissed out her response. “How about you hop off my dick, dude.” That’s all she said before she pushed him, it was a surprisingly hard shove, enough to send him onto his ass. His eyes widened in anger and shock, now turning his head up to Thorn— “OCTAVIA.” He spoke out her name in a pissed tone, getting up with his claws out, “You WILL obey me, ¡la mocosa!”. She still stood, unmoving, “Like hell I will, limp dick, by the way what the fuck does ‘la mocosa’ or whatever mean. The fuck you calling me?!” She snapped, flexing her hands at him in an aggressive manner, showing her large sharp claws in those damn gloves of her suit.

He stared, flabbergasted that this woman was so brave to threaten him. He was in complete shock, how dare she?! He growled back, walking close to her again.. “It means brat you INSOLENT—“ He stopped, and took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his jaw. “You are such a pain.” He said, his tone filled with his pent up frustration. She only laughed, relaxing as she watched his reaction “Man, you really are a fucking dick. Calm the fuck down, dude.” Her mask imitated a smile using the eyes, her now leaning in close to his face. “Getting worked up over a few pranks, huh. Pussy, can’t people take a fucking joke?” Her pranks were more or less childish, pretending to almost fall to her death but catching herself at the last second though was not. She suddenly hunched over him, pushing him into the nearby wall and caging him in with her own large figure.

“You’re adorable, Miguel. Really, I mean it.” She whispered, giggling all the while he had an expression of confusion, anger, slight embarrassment, and her scent was starting to drive his mind crazy. She smelled spicy almost, yet very alluring at the same time. He could smell her musk from moving all day, it was almost lustrous— it filled his nostrils and made his mind blank a bit. Miguel sputtered, whispering back “Wh- What?”. This just made her laugh harder, before pulling her mask off, all her fluffy locs frizzing out and cascading down her back.. She tugged the front of her turtleneck down, revealing the rest of her face and her thin lips. “I said you’re adorable, damn.. is old age gettin’ t’ ya? Already? Damn.” She teased, before bringing her face closer until her lips were inches apart from his. Miguel’s heart was skipping and racing all at once, his brain trying to process all that was happening. Should he be violent, should he kiss her— wait why would he KISS this bitch?! He wasn’t entirely sure, but fuck that smell was making him feel intoxicated.

“Miguuueeelll.. You good? You’re zoned out..” she cackled, her right hand moving onto the man’s waist— making him flinch and react with his hands on her shoulders pushing her back. “Out.” He shuddered, speaking sternly. She made a face, raising an eyebrow “huh?—“ “OUT. NOW.” Miguel shouted, his fangs showing. She was confused, but shrugged, “uhh..’kay.. bye?” And then she left, completely confused about how he reacted. Miguel watched as she left, and when she was completely gone and he made sure of it.. he sighed, grunting “Lyla—“ she appeared beside him, with a big smirk “…cancel my meetings for today.. tell them I fucking died.” Lyla laughed, and nodded, giving two thumbs up and finger-guns, “Gotcha Miguel, I gotcha!”. Miguel sighed, facepalming and dragging his hand down his face.. Before going to his desk chair and.. staring in dismay at the growing boner he now had to attend to.

“…Dios mio..”

Translations

¡Cierra el pico! - Shut your mouth!

Dios mio - My god