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[riacte]

6h 35 on ren’s stream although i recommend false’s pov

false and ren handshake, a short and bad summary:

- ren technical issues and spent most of the time struggling with the mic

- so they ended up using discord (i think). this is relevant

- false ended up in a hole on minecraft and ren ended up in a hole? but not at the same time? they’re out of sync??

- they spent most of the time building two hands. for a handshake that takes place in REAL LIFE

- except ren’s hand was facing the wrong way

- false was saying “flip” a lot

- ren was getting a lot of points and false was begging him to help her get points because ren has the ideas

- false was complaining that ren only got points when he wasn’t with her

- at one point everyone left the irl room and false and ren didn’t know because they weren’t connected to the main group (????)

- ren was telling false they were left alone and she was like I DON’T CARE

- something happened and they got four points. gem and grian called it “elaborate” and “long”. i don’t even know anymore

- peak unhinged twaddle cinema

[foldingfittedsheets]

It is insane to me that timestamps are optional on this webbed site. A major context clue is just opt in so I’ll reblog something from four years ago and people think it’s happening right just now like babe. Enable your timestamps. Why are you stumbling through the world with one eye closed?

[forgottenflickr]

“Blabby” 2007

[nightatlakeunknown]

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝕊𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

Word count: 769

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 [10:45 PM] - "Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? I probably should be, right?" Jinwoo jokes as he enters your dorm room.

You decided to be a killer playboy bunny for the Halloween party tonight. The five-kitchen ingredient mixture drips from your neck as only moments ago you finished your makeup.

"If you want to get bloody tonight, I've got enough to share." You chuckle, placing the bowl of red liquid on your desk. "Where's your costume?"

Originally, it was supposed to be you and your best friend. She got hit with a bad stomach virus the night before and was still in recovery.

He offered to be your plus one once you gave him the news. It's somewhat of a favor he owed you from before. He's dressed in a black cotton button-down, partially unbuttoned, with matching black jeans. Black high-top Chuck Taylor's on his feet.

"My package got delayed, so no Ghostface mask. You're my plan B."

"Plan B?"

He takes a seat at your desk, crossing his arms as he leans back into your chair. "You've got any ideas?"

You squint, trying to picture a look on him. Something that would take no time at all.

"A Skeleton." You snap your fingers, having an 'aha' moment.

His mouth curled into a smile as he nodded, lifting his shoulder in a half shrug. Digging through your makeup bag, whatever wasn't in there was strewn about.

Your posters, tapestries, and post-it notes with reminders and daily affirmations on them catch his attention. Everything had a similar color palette, from your sheets to your laundry basket to your rug beside your bed. It made him wish he'd stop by more often.

"Do you want me to paint your neck and chest too?" You asked, sizing him up as you organized your brushes and body paints.

Your question hangs in the air. He hasn't had his face painted since he was a child. Tonight was the one night he could be truly himself. Carefree and stupid like every other twentysomething. Based on your makeup alone, he knows he's in good, capable hands.

Jinwoo scoots forward in your chair.

"Yeah, go all out. Make me a skeleton."

You smirk, standing between his legs. Raking your fingers through his hair, you attach two larger hair clips. His exposed forhead meets a cooling sensation from your primer. Its slushy to then tacky consistency threw him off.

You trace a black outline around his eye sockets, whispering for him to close his eyes. He does so, allowing you to deepen the shadows. Drawing on his nasal cavities and each tooth across his upper and lower lip, you're deathly close. Your thumb smudges away any mistakes, much to his confusion. He almost thought you were doing it on purpose. Almost.

Down his neck, your thin brush goes as he twitches a tad. "Are you ticklish?" You take a go at him. There was no reply. He merely blinks and scoffs.

You keep going, carving out each spinel vertebrae. From the cervical to the thoracic vertebra, brushstrokes flowed into his ribcage. His toned chest surprises but doesn’t shock you. Guess all that excessive training paid off.

"Tell me, what made you take this route this year?" A cheeky grin plastered across his face. "Never would've thought you were one for the classics."

"Classic easy access, you mean?" You joke, applying the white body paint next. It fills in the shaped skull of his face like an X-ray. Your brush strokes earn another twitch out of him.

"Jin, quit moving, or you're gonna look like shit." You huff, sucking your teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I can't help it. It feels weird."

His mischievous glint in his eyes trails up and down your neck and exposed chest.

"I guess I'm playing guard dog tonight, too? All things considered?"

"If you're looking for an excuse to kick some guy's ass for looking at me too hard, be my guest. You don't need my permission."

You straightened your stance, making sure every marking was symmetrical. Up went your thumb. It splits his face into two halves. Closing your right eye, your tongue sticks out from between your lips.

He leans his head to the left, taking your thumb in his larger hand and pulling you forward.

"Whaddaya doing?"

"Admiring my work, you're one hell of a canvas." You thread a hand through his hair, removing the hair clips. His bangs flow back where they were.

Jinwoo rises from your chair. His hand never lets go of yours, nor does he break his gaze.

"Paint me again sometime, yeah?"

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A/N - HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

[jistarss]

12:57 ; jake sim

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ summary ! big spooning jake after a long day of work

a/n ! this is kinda like my haechan one but i hope you enjoy!!

it has been a long day for jake. his schedule was packed with practice, photo shoots, and meetings. all he wanted was to spend time with you and now he finally could.

his body felt like it was dragging as he stepped into the apartment, exhaustion weighing down on him.

but as soon as he closed the door behind him and noticed you on the couch waiting for him a sense of calm washed over him.

“you’re awake” the boy mumbles, a soft smile appearing on his lips.

“yeah,” you replied, watching as he makes his way over to you, “i was waiting for you”

jake lets out a sigh, dropping down on the couch to the seat next to you, shifting closer before resting his head on your lap.

“i missed you” he lets out, a content sigh escaping his mouth as you run your fingers through his hair.

“i missed you too” you tell him softly with a smile on your face. the boy tries to stay awake but he couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter close.

the warmth radiating from your body and the way your fingers rake through his hair pulls him into a haze.

noticing the way his breath evens out you glance at him, “yun,” you mumble, “you’re tired, let’s go to bed”

jake lifts his head before turning to look at you, shaking his head no. “wanna be here with you for a while” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes as a yawn escapes his lips.

“you can be with me in bed, and you’ve been working all day—you need to rest” you say, trying to convince him.

the boy whines while laying his on your shoulder, “ ‘m gonna fall asleep if we go..” he mumbles, letting out another yawn.

“we can spend time together tomorrow if you do” you reason. jake lets out a huff before agreeing.

“fine.”

you give him a smile as you stand up, pulling him up with you before making your way to your bedroom.

as you as you get there he flops down on your bed, pulling the covers over him but leaving a space open for you.

you let out a soft laugh as you slip into the empty space next to your boyfriend. “cuddle me?” the said boy asks with his arms stretched out.

wrapping your arms around him you pull the boy closer to you. he settles his head in the crook of your neck as he lets out another sigh, taking in the warmth of your presence.

noticing his body relaxing and his breathing slowing down you pull him impossibly closer, tightening your grip around him

“goodnight, yun.” you call out softly. the boy nuzzles into your touch before letting out a soft “goodnight”.

“i love you” he says, slowly drifting asleep.

“i love you too” you reply, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

closing your eyes the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep, enjoying each other’s presence.

[2000ghosts]

february 3, 2008

[picvoid]

[toghomevideo]

[joyoushyuck]

06:23

Donghyuck is still sleeping when you wake up.

He looks peaceful, you think. Not a common sight, you'd even call his sleeping form the eighth wonder because a conscious Donghyuck is never calm. His cheeks are puffy, lips set in a cute pout, hair a royal mess. You thread your fingers through his unruly strands in an attempt to tame them.

Donghyuck's hand is loosely thrown around your waist but you know you couldn't wiggle out of it even if you tried. Not that you want to; it's cozier this way with his legs thrown over yours and body moulded perfectly to fit against your curves.

A few stray rays of light escape through your curtains, forming a magical halo around Donghyuck's face, giving it the softest of glows. Your finger traces his many moles. He looks ethereal like this. You feel an overwhelming amount of love for this man.

You want to protect him, even though the love bites painting his bare torso, the medusa tattoo just above his waist band and his toned biceps don't call for any protection. If anything, your frangible heart is the only thing that requires a lee from the whirlwind that is your boyfriend.

"You're staring babe," and you jump, heart thudding loud and so-not-proud against your chest. The room seems hotter than it was a moment ago, the peaceful ambience destroyed by his usual playfulness. He cracks an eye open and shoots a complacent smirk in your general direction.

"You don't have to scare me like that, you creep!" You huff, embarassed to face him. You try to get out of his hold; an impossible feat because he works out and you don't. So you take refuge among the fulffiness of the many pillows thrown over your bed.

"Says the one who was staring at me," is his smug reply, which earns a slap on his toned chest. Again, he's hardly affected by it. Atleast he has the decency to pretend it hurts.

Your breathing is still audibly heavy from the shock. He runs a placating hand on your back as a quiet apology. "Good morning," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Too late for that, don't you think," you spit in lieu of a reply, no real bite in your words. He chuckles, the sound arising from what you can only imagine to be the deepest parts of him, so low, so attractive, so domestic.

He kisses your hair with an obnoxiously loud smack and then giggles like a teenage girl because he's silly like that. Silly and annoying and so, so cute, his existence stimulates your most primal urges; you love him so much your chest hurts.

And you aren't scared to let him know what he does to you. "I love you." It's out of blue, and most definitely not a regular happening. You feel him stiffen, breath catching in his throat and heart beating infinitely faster. The playfulness drains out of him, leaving a sincere man who loves you with his entire being.

His hand on your waist pulls you closer. He kisses you properly this time, lips moving against yours slowly, like he wants to savour this moment as much as you do. When you break the kiss, he rests his forehead on yours, a hand holding your cheek carefully like you are delicate china. Precious. His.

"Me too," he says breathily. Donghyuck is looking at you - your eyes, nose, lips - searching your face. And when he finds what he's looking for, "I love you too, my pretty baby. So, so, so much."

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[riacte]

he’s muted

for reference she comes over 9h 7m on rens

[rockstarhaechan]

7:14 am

"no stop, please junnie" laughter was heard through the whole entire house, birds singing melodic sounds outside of your window, sun shining into your face.

"get back here I'm not finished yet" renjun's voice echoed in your ears as you tried to escape his grip but he wasn't letting you go. hands wrapped around your ankles, gently pulling you back to him so he could tickle you even more.

"renjun.. stop, i-i can't breathe, god" you giggled out as his soft hands dug into your waist dragging you onto his lap, one of his hands working their way up to your hair and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"good morning princess, how was your sleep?" you get lost in his beauty each time he stares down at you, his puppy like eyes, soft skin, the way he smells like. he was just perfect in your eyes.

"my sleep was good, but you snored again" a fake pout plastered on your face before you started grinning.

"i don't snore, its your imagination darling" renjun chuckled at your declaration knowing damn well that he snores in his sleep. you scoffed while placing a small kiss on his cheek before getting off of his lap.

"I'm gonna take a shower and then make breakfast, I'll call you when you can come into the kitchen, i love you" you blurred out as you kissed his lips before heading into the bathroom.

"i love you so much more, i can't even explain it in words, but you're my world darling." renjun whispered, knowing you wont hear him anymore.

[forgottenflickr]

2008

[nightatlakeunknown]

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

At The Red Light

Pairing: fwb! Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au, Friends with Benefits, Fluff/Angst if you squint.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption (reader is of Korean legal drinking age)

Word count: 491

━╋。[10:11pm] ‐ Close wasn't close enough. Behind the wheel, Jinwoo drove not too far from Hongdae. He checked his GPS navigation while he gripped the wheel the tiniest bit tighter. It was the 14th. A day of love, compassion, and care. Those three things he felt and more. Though he'd never admit it, you inspired his silent devotion in parallel to his detriment.

Inside Club XX, you downed some shooters alongside your friends despite your parched throat. During this time, you sucked on a lime wedge just as you whined your waist to your favorite song blasting from the speakers. The DJ made announcements over the loud music. Something about finding your other half.

Romantic love, at least, never found you. It was foreign in its familiarity. So close you could taste it. Or taste him, rather. You've played the hand you've been dealt many times, and in return: nothing. Nothing worthwhile. Sweetness from your chaser encouraged licked lips. Would it kill him to be honest? You shouldn't be the one to have to say it. Lust isn't in his blood. Never was.

Glancing around the bar and tapping your friend, you needed some air in spite of the fact that your previous rum with Coke was starting to win. She nodded, then told the others you wouldn't be long.

Between the intersection of Jandari-ro and Wausan-ro, mist lingered from drizzling rain hours before. Bold white stripes of the crosswalk were a neon red hue to then be washed out by beaming headlights.

An icy blue set of eyes met yours at the red light. You did a double take but shook your head. By the time you looked again, the car was gone. You were just seeing things. You had to be. Then your phone started buzzing in your back pocket. Putting it to your ear, you slowly leaned back against the nearby wall.

"Hello? Jinwoo?"

“I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear while shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"N-no, it's okay. I just thought you'd be busy tonight."

"Busy? You know I'll always make time for you." He paused. There was slight interference on his end. "But this is different. We need to talk. It's about...us."

"Us? I don't understand—"

"Look up for me, Aein?"

Just at that moment, your wandering gaze that didn't seem to settle met his. Instantly dropping your phone from your ear, Jinwoo took long strides as he flashed you a grin. Something like a somersault happened in your chest the minute you saw cellophane, craft paper, and tissue paper in his arms.

"This was your plan? That better not be a pity rose bouquet. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it." you remarked, smiling coquettishly.

He loomed closer, taking in the sight of you. What gap there was was nonexistent. There were 50,000 won bills wrapped around the glittered petals.

"Depends, do you love me or chocolate more?”

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A/N - Aein is a term of endearment, it means sweetheart in Korean.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! <3

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

12:01 am

tags: james potter x reader, cockwarming, smut

i can’t find the time to properly write this but i keep thinking of james - who can’t keep still enough to study for the upcoming exams - procrastinating and unmotivated. the only way you could really get him to focus is by sitting on his cock. he’d whine and beg and rut up to your pussy trying to chase his release— holding you tight by the waist, not even holding his quill anymore or reading, like he was supposed to. his head buried into your neck, licking and biting, and then groaning near your ear with warm puffs as he pants please baby, please and i’ll be good for you and fuck, you feel so good and so fucking tight but you don’t move, you don’t give in, even if you desperately wanted to — this was for his own good. and once he’d finally settle, accepting you won’t give in, and started to actually put in the effort, you’d squeeze him or you’d slowly pump his cock as a reward for every right answer.