namonashk

[namonashk]

Miss Night, please tell me a story to help me sleep. I woke up at 6 this morning because my neighbor downstairs was pounding on his door yelling to be let inside and I haven't be able to fall back asleep. Even with my body feeling heavy and my eyes burning sleep hasn't come, can you help me 💜

“The first night we met, I dreamed about you.” you mumble against Hyunwoo’s neck, enclosed and cradled in his arms. “And then every night after that for like a whole week.”

The heavy duvet presses you down, keeping you locked to his long body. Your eyes are closed, but you smell the scent of his expensive shower gel in the dark air and feel the soft cotton of his pyjamas between your fingers, familiar and sweetly comforting.

“I didn’t know that…” he muses gently as you’re lulled towards slumber by the way his fingers rhythmically circle your lower back. “What happened in them?”

You exhale a little contented moan that makes him squeeze you tighter and press his lips to the top of your head. You’re just so warm and so safe, and you feel sleep round the edges of the darkness covering your eyes, calling you to numbness. “We…” you begin, struggling. “We talked and walked and I ate all your chips.”

“Wow.” he breathes, tone playful and affectionate. “I must have really stolen your heart.”

You nod against his shoulder, not registering his facetiousness. “Yeah.”

His chest shakes with a little laugh, and he kisses the top of your head again.

“Did… did you ever dream of me..?” you manage to say before you fall deep into the silent dark, deep into the serenity of nothing.

“Yes.” Hyunwoo says, but you’re already asleep. “I still do.”

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Could you do something with Shownu and a student female? Your work is wow, thank you xxxx

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Inside a small Tokyo restaurant, either side of a low table neatly decorated with various Japanese delicacies, you and Hyunwoo meet for the first time in four months. The woven bamboo covering of the wall to your left is painted with a wingless dragon, coiled around a little oil it lantern as though ready to breathe its flame. His black, shadowed eyes watch you knowingly; it’s well beyond your price point in here, and you’re an outsider.

Hyunwoo reaches through the flickering, almost sensual light with a Rolex clad wrist to catch a slice of sashimi between his chopsticks. The vibe between you is unbearably heavy, tense in a way you hadn’t expected it to be. You watch him eat, not quite as deliciously clueless to his own powerful charisma as he used to be, and your body can’t help but react.

Can’t help but remember what it was like to be his.

Finally, he speaks. He’s a little unsure and a lot mysterious, playing his intentions close to his low buttoned chest, and every question - and your every reply - is laced with an obvious secret meaning.

“How are you finding Tokyo?” Do you miss Seoul?

“Different.” Yes.

A pause. “How have you been?” Do you miss me?

“It’s taken some adjustments, but I’m good now.” Those first few weeks almost broke me.

He looks over at you as he bites down on a leg of tempura. His dark eyes are burning with unspoken words and unfulfilled desire, and you wonder how you don’t combust from the heat of it.

“How are your class? Are they good people?” Are you seeing someone?

You hesitate, just long enough for a cold, night-kissed breeze from the opening door to extinguish the lantern’s dark flame for the briefest second, a second where the only thing you can think of are lost nights with Hyunwoo, deep and filled with the wildest pleasure you’d ever known.

You whisper: “Some of them.” Sometimes.

He brings a glass of beer to his lips, sipping slow. This time, his eyes speak for his lips: they’ll never be me.

You feel the presence of the dragon loom dark and strong beside you, like he’s ready to leap from his tapestry and coil your body in a constricting, devouring press.

“You should have never left me, baby.” Hyunwoo says, voice low.

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“In my friend, I find a second self.”

c.s. lewis / my best friend by the coral / @slugspoon (alivia horsley) / @billypotts / hanya yanagihara / ‘after party ll’ salman toor / the kids aren’t alright by fall out boy / a summer’s tale / lorde / hanya yanagihara / abed and troy (community) with a winnie the pooh quote @weelezzer / isabel norton

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We went to school together for four years and you didn’t even know me. / Yeah, but...I know you now. You’re Annie. You like puzzles, and little monsters on your pencil, and some guy named Mark Ruffalo. You’re a fierce competitor and a sore loser. And you expect everybody to be better than who they are, and you expect yourself to be better than everyone. Which is cool.

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The Smashing Pumpkins, Tristessa (The Sub Pop Singles Club Version), Recorded at Smart Studios, Madison, Wisconsin (1990)(2011 Mix, Previously Unreleased), from the Gish Deluxe Edition CD/DVD boxset (2011).

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The Smashing Pumpkins, Hello Kitty Kat (Soundworks Demo)(remastered 2011).  Recorded at Soundworks, Chicago, Spring 1992. Previously unreleased. From the Siamese Dream Deluxe Edition CD (2011).

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MONSTER ‖ eighteen

Jungkook keeps his promise and asks you out on a date. A sudden change of plans leads you to his new dorm.

word count: 10k genre: angst, smut warning: 18+, mature content, oral (giving and receiving), unprotected sex

» Monster – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve |thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen

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She lives beyond the grace of God, a wanderer in the outer darkness. She is “vampyr”, “nosferatu”. These creatures do not die like the bee after the first sting, but instead grow strong and become immortal once infected by another nosferatu. So, my friends, we fight not one beast, but legions that go on age after age after age, feeding on the blood of the living.

BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA Francis Ford Coppola | 1992

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2019 Books. ⋙ Bring Me Their Hearts by Sara Wolf

“I am a monster, and he’s a human. I want his heart, and I want his other heart. His affection, his blood. I want it all. But if I take one, I can’t have the other.”

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bitchin’ || pt. 10 (FINAL)

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 5.1k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: angst

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness! Thank you all for sticking with this story and these characters <3

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PART TEN (FINAL) 

Jungkook wasn’t looking for you when he finally found you that day on campus. He had just come from the student services building, leaving the meeting with his counselor feeling somewhat content. He had officially changed his major to digital communications and multimedia. He never would have done it if it weren’t for you making him feel like he could, of course.

It had a full week since break had ended, and he felt like he was in hell, knowing you were somewhere nearby on campus, but not knowing whether or not you’d want to see him yet. If ever.

He had just finished buying his lunch and was heading to find a table to sit outside when he finally saw you.

You looked just as lovely as he remembered you, your hair braided prettily with your torso bundled up tight in your oversized jacket. You always hated the cold weather, he remembered.

You weren’t by yourself, though, Yara and Taehyung sat with you, laughing amongst themselves. The three of you together looked so normal that before he could stop himself; he found himself walking over to your table, his heart in his throat.

“Hey, guys.”

All conversation came to a halt, the three students turning to face the cautious frat boy, looking familiar yet different all the same.

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Vampire mudad au 

🎃 Halloween edition 🎃 

Trick or treat

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the shadow like me

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all about love ; v

➳ ♡  

he turns your palm between his long fingers, tracing love lines and lost confessions as he brings your throbbing finger to his swollen lips and sucks deep, like he’s trying to kiss the sharp end of the thorn from its silken bed inside your skin. you stop breathing, pain falling away as soft pleas of his name die the sweetest death on the tip of your tongue. the rose sitting behind his ear is softer with him than it was with you, like not even it dared harm something as hauntingly beautiful as he was.

hyungwon, you hear yourself stutter, the way his hot tongue sucks your wound reminding you of the pulsing way it felt to lie for endless hours beneath neon light with his lips between your legs and his long hair slick between your fingers. if his bangs weren’t wet, your body wasn’t pleasured enough.

you shake, shiver, seethe. looking deep into his dark eyes, you’re stargazing.

night slithers through a barely open window, cold notes scented with lust and longing and a million of your heart’s heaviest memories, and a loose wisp of your hair blows across your lips, sticking to the gloss coating them in dark sugar. something like heartbreak, too close to heaven, twists itself onto hyungwon’s expression, almost as though you taste too sweet to be true, feel too irresistible to be fact. the rose behind his ear wilts into the untamed curls of his hair, like its lain untouched for the longest time. i missed you while you were on the road, your body aches to tell his, i’ve lain untouched for so long.

mmm, he hums, like he can taste your thoughts on the thorn half sucked from your skin. on the other side of the dark glass, the silent fall of the last snow covers seoul in virgin white kisses; virgin like the rose petals highlighting his cheekbone in ghostly caresses, white like the lace detail of the bra peeking out from beneath your unbuttoned shirt. talk to me, he begs in unspoken words that form like snowflakes on his storm-kissed lips, melting sensation onto your finger, tell me how i make you feel.

too close, like heaven.

the searing heat of his spit scars your skin and melts the world as he drops your fingers and presses his lips to the manic pulse of your throat, teach me how to touch you again.

you feel the tickle of the tiny thorn play between his tongue and your throat as you thread your fingers through the ends of his hair, rose thorns dangerously close to pricking you once more, make me fall in love with you again.

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Sugarplum Elegy (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk  Summary | You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Word count | 17.9k

There’s no greater testament to love than love itself – the sheer vulnerability of being bound to someone emotionally and physically, and the aching process that bleeds into infinity. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone’s bare hands, despite knowing that they might crush it in front of your very eyes.

Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty during the summer mornings, but upon a huge gust of wind, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. Given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.

So when you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it’s still a feeling you can’t quite get accustomed to, especially when the first thing you see in the morning is his peaceful sleeping face, unless he’s spooning you, in which his warm breath will tickle the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.

It’s been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, yet you still can’t get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body, softening and melting your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet always find themselves tangled together with his under the sheets.

He’s not much of a morning person, but sometimes, you’d wake up to him staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes, sunlight glittering golden in them, and smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.

You know no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve concluded that you’ve never met a person quite like him before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.

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PARTNERS ‖ five

Namjoon takes you to his secret place, so you invite him to a party, thinking you’re finally making a step forward in the right direction.

word count: 13.1k genre: angst, friends to lovers au

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PARTNERS ‖ five

Namjoon takes you to his secret place, so you invite him to a party, thinking you’re finally making a step forward in the right direction.

word count: 13.1k genre: angst, friends to lovers au

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ti amo, amore mio 

in au that nothing bad happened but in the end they still found each other♡