rmonolisa
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The dorm has always been packed, the air stifling, stinking of sweat and axe and dirty socks, but now one of the bunk bed broke and they have to squeeze themselves into the little amount of sleeping space they have. Now Namjoon has to share his single bed with Jungkook for a week. It wouldn’t be an issue if Namjoon didn't hate sharing his space. He likes sleeping alone, he doesn’t like intimacy, doesn’t like being touched, doesn’t like knowing if he stretches his legs he’ll bump into someone else.
It wouldn’t be too much of an issue if Jungkook wasn’t crying.
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the different times Namjoon shared a bed with Jungkook through the years
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It's obvious for anyone watching that Jungkook is a submissive bunny. It's obvious for anyone watching, and as his boyfriend Namjoon watches him a lot, and he cannot help but think about how pretty Jungkook would look under him, begging to be fucked like the bunnies in hybrid porn.
As it turns out, he's not as knowledgeable about bunny hybrids as he thought.
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Namjoon (does not) have a crush on a hero, he (does not) wish he had a cool superpower, he (does not) produce highly potent healing milk.
He does not - that is, until a hero he does not have a crush on fall injured at his feet.
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Namjoon and Jungkook share a room, a bed, a blanket and a few kisses.
Maybe more than a few kisses.
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- Part 8 of you are the cause of my euphoria
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COOKY FACE CUSHION (42cm)
USD 42.95
Material (Composition) - Polyester 100%
Product Size (mm) - 400x150x500
Product Weight (g) - 655
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Days and stories in Leo and Neymar's relationship.
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Kun is an idiot. Marcos doesn't mind that much.
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The one where Neymar gets off on Leo praising him
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Neymar stumbles upon the mafia, prostitutes, a brothel with a celestial name, and a small man named Messi.
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Nacho has been dead for thirty years. Lalo won’t let him rest in peace.
“Ignacio, it’s me!” Lalo calls again. “Lalo! ¡Vale, te acuerdas de mí! The last time we saw each other you opened my gate and let those men onto my land, remember?”
His voice climbs an octave. “Incidentally, did you know I lived? For years and years afterward! Crazy, right?—”Bookmarked by rmonolisa
04 Nov 2022
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“One might think that living a cursed existence is a bad thing. Objectively so, some might say!” Stede turned on his heel, coat swishing out dramatically behind him.
“One might also assume that being made to walk the earth - er - one little isle of it, for all the days and nights thereof ever and after and so on to be a miserable existence. And they may be right to say so! But!” Here he turned to his audience, “What’s the difference between a curse…and a blessing?” He looked enquiringly around the little beach. None of the animals strewn about it appeared to be listening.
“Anyone? Swede?”
The sea lion shrunk back a little guiltily, not meeting his gaze.
“Black Pete?”
There was a rude short from the scraggly hound.
“No one? Really?” Stede sighed. “Alright. The secret is…perspective!” He made a little flourish. “Ta da!” There was a despairing whine. He chose to ignore that.
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Jungkook has a crush.
“I think at this point it’s more of an obsession.” Yoongi comments from where he is sleeping face-down on the couch.
Jungkook pulls his nose out of Namjoon’s sweater and glares at his older brother. “No. It’s an innocent crush.” The omega pulls the said sweater closer to himself and sniffs it some more.
(or: Jungkook doesnt give a fuck about tradition, he will court Namjoon one way or another)
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family is a promise of sanctuary by cherryfluffyfuzzysocks
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
01 Sep 2022
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There are flowers growing on Namjoon’s arm.
They aren’t real flowers, of course. That would be absurd. Impossible. Ridiculous. But Namjoon spends most of his lecture on Kant watching the garden of ink bloom on his skin, beginning at his pinkie and spreading across his wrist, trickling down to his elbow, curling up and around his bicep and out of sight under the sleeve of his shirt. Irises and peonies and roses and sunflowers.
The girl who’s sitting beside him is staring, and when caught, gives Namjoon a bright-eyed grin before glancing back to the board. Namjoon spots a faded smiley face inked into the skin of her thumb, what looks to be a grocery list scrawled over the back of her hand. Notes or reminders from her soulmate maybe.
Soulmates.
Huh. It looks like Namjoon has one of those now.