PHONING... ID: ZEROBASEONE

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ ID: ZEROBASEONE

genre key : (o) one-shot . fluff (f) . angst (a) . humor (h) . comfort (c) . (s) series . + personal favorites (♡)

CALLER ID: ZEROBASEONE.

✧ wip.

CALLER ID: kim jiwoong.

✧ pen-pals. (f)

CALLER ID: zhang hao.

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CALLER ID: sung hanbin.

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CALLER ID: seok matthew.

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CALLER ID: kim taerae.

✧ go-kart! (f) (h)

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✧ Take A Bite. (a)

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CALLER ID: park gunwook.

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CALLER ID: han yujin.

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જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

it took enha to bring you back… their power… when we needed you most… they called on you…

AND NOW YOU’RE BACK & BETTER THAN EVER!! THE TUMBLR GRASS IS GREENER AND THE SUNS SHINING

hayyyy… 😘😘ur new theme is so cutesy btw im going to bake it at a crisp 400°f for 10-12 minutes and decorate it lovingly while look at me by twice plays and then eat it all.

MY LOVE HAS RETURNED FROM THE WAR !!! thank you bff i tried very hard on it so i hope you enjoy the sweet, velvety taste of my blood sweat and tears (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ ID: NCT

genre key : (o) one-shot . fluff (f) . angst (a) . humor (h) . comfort (c) . (s) series . + personal favorites (♡)

CALLER ID: NCT 127.

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CALLER ID: lee taeyong.

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CALLER ID: kim jungwoo.

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CALLER ID: mark lee.

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CALLER ID: lee donghyuck.

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CALLER ID: NCT DREAM.

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CALLER ID: huang renjun.

✧ get away. (f) (c)

CALLER ID: lee jeno.

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CALLER ID: na jaemin.

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CALLER ID: liu yangyang.

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CALLER ID: NCT WISH.

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CALLER ID: tokuno yushi.

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CALLER ID: kim daeyoung.

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જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“⠀⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀”

( — YELLOWJACKETS . ) TEASER

warnings. ♱ (18+). lengthy series. gore. horror. cannibalism. cult activity. college au. swearing. vomit. humor. mildly suggestive. drug use. hallucinations and derealization. no smut. main character death. side character death.

The heart of winter beats still as the sound of hard breaths echo. Steady as he focuses, inhaling and exhaling to push himself to his limits.

The kind of darkness creeping that you only find thousands of miles from the warm, safe home you’re accustomed to. His eyes attempt to adjust as he’s hit repeatedly with the foliage he’s pushing through.

Light filters through boreal woods, giving him brief glimpses of the distance ahead.

Bare feet flying across snow-covered ground, branches lashing at filthy, blood-smeared arms and legs. A scream itches at the back of his throat but he lets nothing out.

Each gasp is a spectral apparition in the freezing air as screams of anguish and hunger echo through the woods.

Occasionally, a gust of wind sends a flurry of snowflakes against the crisp air and right into his face.

He bolts down an incline, when sudden he cries out, falling to his knees. A broken branch pierces his foot, nearly clean through to the other side.

Gritting his teeth, he rips it out and regains his footing, willing himself forward. Pushing through the pain.

Whatever you do— don’t let them catch you.

The woods abruptly give way to a large clearing surrounded by skeletal white birch. The boy halts to a stop at the edge of the glade, breath catching in his throat as he processes what he’s looking at.

Dozens of eyes carved into the surrounding trees. Around them, talismans hang from the branches, fashioned from bough and bone. Suddenly without warning, the overwhelming instinct to scream takes over as he lets out a strangled noise.

The air is filled with eerie, inhuman wails and as his own scream finally adds to the chorus of chaos— the woods fall completely silent.

Almost.

Somewhere behind him, a branch cracks, snapping him out of his terrified trance as he remembers where he is. Gritting his teeth and attempting to ignore the throbbing pain in his leg, he bolts.

And this time, they let him go.

His body pale in the fading light as he flies across the glade until suddenly— he disappears.

The snow-covered ground opening up beneath him, appearing to swallow him whole.

A figure in animal pelts emerges from the tree line, his face shrouded by the hood of his rough and matter coat. Breath haggard, he approaches the edge of the deep hole that was previously concealed by cover of snow.

A tiger trap.

As he kneels at the edge, peering down through the jagged maw of branches snapped by the runner’s fall, he stares down unmoving.

Splayed at the bottom of the pit. His limbs once swift were bent at terrible, unnatural angles, body imapled on thick wooden spikes.

The bloodied points protrude through his chest, his thigh, his face— now nothing but a gory mess from chin to brow. A small and familiar silver charm glints around her.

The hunter stands, seemingly satisfied. Then, as the furs of his coat part, revealing the tattered and torn soccer shirt.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ ID: RIIZE

genre key : (o) one-shot . fluff (f) . angst (a) . humor (h) . comfort (c) . (s) series . + personal favorites (♡)

CALLER ID: RIIZE.

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CALLER ID: osaki shotaro.

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CALLER ID: song eunseok.

✧ misadventures. (f)

CALLER ID: jung sungchan.

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CALLER ID: park wonbin.

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CALLER ID: hong seunghan.

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જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

rainy days. ⭒ drabble

There was always something sentimental about the rainy spring days you spent with and without Jake.

Somewhere on a sidewalk, he would hand it to you as your hands brushed.

An umbrella, your grip around it tightening as the rain beats down on his tanned skin. For some reason that you couldn’t quite place, he smiled.

The world would collapse around you as he fell into you for the first time, nose red and suddenly shaking in the cold.

You had a new found love for the rain after that and you found any excuse to dance in it, wondering if he’d rush to provide shelter for you once again.

Each and every time without fail, he’d meet you with that endearing smile and eyes that seemed to hold the world.

“What are you, crazy?!” He’d ask.

You’d simply shake the rain off at him as his arms wrap around you. Wet and stuck together, inevitably.

Somewhere on a bathroom floor lying among the ruins of your love, you’re trying to pick yourself up again.

And little do you know, somewhere in an old abandoned ship on a distant star— they've just heard your cry for the first time. Shaking and broken, something like your own heart.

If sound can go on forever: then why can't your love?

It was strange how you began to miss paw prints tracking mud inside as much as you missed the sun.

You fell asleep once more to the rain and the sun came to you in a dream— beaming down on you, sweeter than anything.

Maybe there was a chance that you’d meet in the next life, your brain had tried to convince you with a voice that you once knew.

One day he would woke up and with every breath, he’d thought of you.

When he said nothing went wrong with you both; you had just let go. But for him— you were eternal.

If you were to choose a season, you would go back to that Spring.

No matter how intimately you were sure that you had known him, you couldn’t quite figure out what he would choose. It wasn’t as if you could ask him anymore, maybe that was what left any answers up in the air.

If you were to ask him what he would choose: the golden dunes of summer, wild and free or the quiet breath of winter-trees bare and stark.

Would it be spring's flowers and her honeybees?

Maybe he would choose the same April showers you had cherished so deeply.

There was good in every season— how you swam in the ocean or walked in the park. How he would race you to catch the sunset before it grew dark in the fall.

What pages of the calendar would he mark? Would he choose the same?

By the time your eyes fluttered open, it was already daylight. Outside your window, it had been raining forever and then the sun came quietly back.

Arms wrapped around your waist where they belonged, head buried into your neck.

“You’re awake, already?” His voice was coarse and scratchy from having just woke up, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

With the sun having returned home and your heart full of light, you knew that you would still choose Spring: the season that he came back to you.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ