Me: No I’m Not Emo Anymore

gif request: fierce sentient corpse solidarity // wen ning and song lan

➺the untamed | eps. 2, 5, 10, 26, 30, 37, 39, 50

no marks. / san

pairing: choi san (ateez) x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive wc: why the hell is this 1.9k+ no i am not ok wtf tagline: no one makes you blush like choi san does.

everything is dizzying, spinning around in the dim lighting of the city around you; the heat is unbearable as it sears your skin, siphoning every breath until you’re all but gasping, eyes squinting in the fire.

electric sparks rocket across every single nerve at different frequencies, leaving you disoriented and barely holding on to your consciousness as your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of hands tightening their hold around your waist ever so slightly and a firm chest so close it’s just about pressing against yours, accompanied by soft tufts of hair brushing up against your jawline. it feels gentle like a feather, yet the sinful implications the petals whisper into your neck are enough to make everything tingle with forbidden promises and blurry images, flooding your thoughts until the discomfort of the hard brick of the alley wall behind you fades away into nothing.

it feels comfortable; it should feel foreign but it feels so comfortable, almost like an invisible high that makes everything around you get more and more vivid in your vision despite how the scent of fresh air mingling with cologne drowns out your mind into a pleasurable fog. it’s only until you feel something else brush against the same spot on your neck, this time feeling significantly more sensitive than it had been before, wet and hot and tracing symbols wherever it touched that you finally gain the sense to lick your lips and hoarsely let out something.

a noise. a whimper.

your entire body flushes when you feel him still, a coquettish smirk forming against you, his eyes no doubt narrowing into pretty slits that can make him look either like the sweetest, most lovely boy or the Devil Himself.

“feel good?”

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SASUKE, THE GREAT AVENGER, THE LEGENDARY SHINOBI, RINNEGAN AND MS USER: sarada is my cute peanut

There’s hongjoong being a total baby, and then their is seonghwa……..

Seeing you get hit

Okay, so I really don’t know how to chill with my stories. I’ve always written them out so i’m still practicing the more condensed type of story - bare with me. 

If people like this one I have a few more story versions for some of the other characters I feel most comfortable writing about. I’ll post those sometime soon. 

Anyway - have a DILUC fic ;) 

Genre: sfw, a bit violent, angry Diluc**

character x GN reader

Synopsis:

*character* become progressively worried about you not returning back - as the hours tick by, they notice a commotion has started and as they check it out find you in distress. Quickly they head to where you were and, well, their reaction to seeing you being accosted by someone in the middle of the city, let’s just say they took matters into their own hands.

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Random Person trying to flirt: Hey, are you taken?

Jiang Cheng: Yes, for granted.

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Hungary, Eurovision 2018

Pumpkin King (S. Mingi)

YES this is based off of the world in The Nightmare Before Christmas, yes Mingi is still a human, and yes, the reader is supposed to be like sally but it’s gender neutral, so don’t worry! I am personally very proud of this and i love it very much

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Fandom: Ateez

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): gender neutral! Reader // the nightmare before christmas! au // fluffy fluff

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      The October night is cold from what you can tell. The trees are dancing, arms waving and leaves shaking, the wind is singing, blowing gently against your hair, and chimneys are pumping smokey clouds high into the black sky, masking the glowing full moon.

Enjoying the night requires the ability to feel. To be able to know if the wind caressing your hair and whistling through the town is hot or cold requires feeling, and while you have a lot of things, feeling is one of the only things you lack.

You have a skin sewn of cloth and a heart made of stuffing. You’ve also got a brain made of rubber and a belly of plastic.

You just don’t have feelings.

At least, that’s what Dr. Finkelstein says.

You think differently. Sure, you can’t feel if the wind is hot or cold, if the stone beneath you is sharp enough to split your skin, but you’re sure that something happens to you when you see the Pumpkin King.

You don’t know if it’s all in that rubber brain of yours or not, but when it comes to Song Mingi, you feel something in that stuffing heart of yours. Sometimes you swear it beats when you see him. Everything changes when he’s around. Something happens to your cheeks and your plastic stomach starts to shake like there’s some sort of storm brewing in there.

All because of him.

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