Somebody's Problem | Dean Winchester X Blk Fem Reader

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!

[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. 😭

[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.

Taking request at the moment.

Kpop x fem! Black reader | Anime x fem! Black reader. Or if you want something else that features fem! Black reader please let me know. For example actor x black reader , GxG, K-hip hop. etc.

Please let me know what show/or group your person is from that way I have the right person/character.

Soft ff or angst romance ff whatever you want.

BUT....I don't write smut. sorry. 😭

Sleepover | San x Blk Fem reader

Summary: You're excited yet nervous about your first sleepover with your boyfriend, San, who is super in love with you.

REQUESTED BY ANON.

Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff (Just know I tried)

You stood back with your hands on your hips admiring your handy work. If building forts were an actual job, you'd make good money. It's decked on the inside with pillows, fairy lights, your squishmallows, blankets to keep warm, a basket of snacks, and the TV.

This was the first time that your boyfriend, San, was sleeping over. It needed to be something special. Something fun. So you told San, “Let's have a sleepover!”

Just as much as you were excited about the idea, so was he. You had a lot planned for the night but didn't think you two could make it to everything on the list. But sleepovers aren't actually meant for sleeping, so maybe you two would mark everything off the list.

You changed into your pajamas. And one last time you check the fort making sure it is up to code and won't come falling down on you and San. The doorbell rings. You rushed to the door, sliding down the hall in your socks.

“San!” You yelled as you yanked open the door.

He's smiling holding his squishmallow. He's in a matching pajama set like yours.

“Hey, Babe. You look really cute.”

Your cheeks burn a little.

“So do you! Come in.”

San steps in. He leans towards you placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though You and San have been dating for a little while now, you still aren't used to the little things that he does. So it made your heart race.

“I'm excited to be spending the night,” he said as he stepped into the living room. “Wow, you built this?”

“Yup. The hard labor paid off in the end,” you said.

San put his squishmallows inside the fort with yours. You grabbed San by the forearm and spun him around.

“I made a list of everything we're doing tonight.”

“What's first on the list?”

“Making heart-shaped pizzas!”

You gestured for your boyfriend to follow you into your small kitchen. Everything was laid out on the kitchen table in the corner. You washed your hands first and then San after you. You both sat at the table. San opens the cans of Pillsbury pizza dough and the tomato sauce.

As you're making the pizza with him. There's the conversation in between belly-aching laughter that makes you feel warmer. San was having a hard time forming his pizza dough into a heart. It looked like something deformed. So you fixed it for him. San spreads the tomato sauce on the pizzas and you go in with the mozzarella cheese and mini pepperonis, making a smiley face on the heart pizzas. You preheat the oven and when it is ready, San put the pizzas into the oven.

You popped some mini pepperonis in your mouth as you hopped up on the countertop. San stands in between your legs and you feed him a pepperoni.

“What's your favorite thing in the whole wide world?” You ask.

San thinks long and hard. Then his lips pulled into a smile.

“My favorite thing?”

“Yeah.”

“That's a hard one,” he said. “I wouldn't say a thing, though. But a person.”

“Who is your favorite person, then?”

You feed him another pepperoni.

“Well, it's this girl. She has a really pretty smile. Makes my heart skip a beat with just a look. And she has a really pretty name, too. I think you know her. Her name is Y/n?” San laughed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. You were never someone's favorite person, and It so felt nice.

San touches your arm letting his fingertips drag along your skin, leaving goosebumps. There's a moment when it felt like the world slowed down just a bit for the two of you. It's sudden. Yet sweet. When San leans in and kisses you.

He laced his fingers with yours. You hear your heartbeat in your ears. When San kisses always seemed like magic. Silly. But his kisses did.

You and he are so lost in the little kiss that the pizzas are forgotten.

***

The pizzas burnt in the oven.

You and San laughed about it over the takeout you both were eating inside the fort.

“So we burnt the pizza. What's next on the list that we can't burn?”

“Making friendship bracelets!”

After eating. You ran to your room to grab the clear containers of beads you had picked up from Target earlier that day. Crawling back into the fort, you hand one to San. You both sat cross-legged in front of each other. San turned on the TV and logged into his Spotify. He played the playlist he made for you the second week of the relationship. The playlist was named “To The Pretty Girl Who Stole My Heart.”

San made his friendship bracelet with your favorite colors and his name. And yours for him had flower beads with letter beads that spelled out “forever yours”

“It's nice, isn't it?” You ask as you put your bracelet on San.

“Yeah. I'm never taking it off. I can't wait to show the guys!” he said, smiling.

You met San's friends before. A bunch of chaotic guys that were fun to be around.

San puts his bracelet on you and you admire it like it is an expensive tennis bracelet. It was better than that.

“I'm never taking mines off either!” You threw yourself onto San, knocking him onto his back. He smiles at you with love in his eyes.

San was absolutely crazy about you. He placed a kissed on forehead. “I love you Y/n.” He whispered.

His love for you is big.

After the bracelet making the next thing on the list was taking Polaroid pictures.

San held the Fuji camera, you are behind him. He counts to three and you both make a silly face. San said he was keeping that one in the back of his phone case. Then there was one of you both kissing, that one would at the back of your phone case.

A couple more photos were taken and you and San traded them like Pokemón cards. San really wanted all the cute photos of you, only so he could brag to his friends that he had the cutest girlfriend in the world.

“Dance off!” You shouted.

San laughed.

“We both know who will win.”

“Me of course.”

“Thats cute you think that babe.” San pinches your cheeks and pulls them.

San is up first busting out his killer moves, making funny sexy faces as he runs his hands down his body.

“Booo!” You give a thumbs down.

San grabbed one of the squishmallows from the fort and threw it at you, but you're quick and doughed the mallow.

“Let's see what you got then, Y/n.”

You did in fact show San what you got. Showing him the dance routine you've been saving just in case you ever did need to pull the moves for a dance-off. He falls over in laughter, clutching his sides, kicking his feet.

“Wow, you have no rhythm at all.”

You stopped dancing giving your boyfriend the evil eye. “Well I'm sorry not everyone can be a sexy dance God.”

San sits up smirking.

“So I'm sexy?” he wiggled his brows.

“Did I say sexy?” You play dumb batting your eyes.

“You did.”

“Well, I didn't mean to say that.”

San reached up grabbing your hand pulling you down between his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He loved the way you smells. It was comforting.

“Well, I think your sexy.” he mumbles against your skin.

Your face goes hot.

“Oh, hush.”

“Don't like hearing the truth?” he teases you.

You smiled a little saying, “I do.”

“Sexy, Sexy, Sexy.” He laughs.

***

Next on the list was to do facemasks and watch TV inside the fort while cuddling the squishmallows. There was a new show on Netflix that you wanted to watch with San.

But instead of watching the show you were staring at San. He's cute with his hello kitty facemask.

“What?” San asks as he popped some Skittles in his mouth.

“Oh... Oh, nothing I was just–” You looked back at the TV.

“Staring at me being a creep?” he teased you.

You take your squishmallow you're cuddling and hit him with it. San screams. You settle back down and look at the TV screen. He stuck his tongue out at you when you weren't paying attention.

“San?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how I'm your favorite person?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you're my favorite feeling.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

He smiles so hard that his cheeks ached.

“It's really nice knowing I'm your favorite feeling,” San said as he rested his head on top of yours. “I hope to be your favorite feeling forever, Y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked it anon. I tried my best with cute and fluffy stuff. 😭

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.