After All, He Was Kim Namjoon And Youd Heard About All The Ways He Broke Hearts. Never On Purpose, Fortunately,

After all, he was Kim Namjoon and you’d heard about all the ways he broke hearts.  Never on purpose, fortunately, but with increasing frequency since you’d started running in the (surprisingly) same circles.  He was as unattainable as the specialty imported chocolate on the top shelf of his parents’ bodega - always enticing but terribly out of reach.

I do not live anywhere close to a bodega, but if there was a Kim Namjoon there, I sure as hell would be going to one too! But really Erin, I honestly enjoyed this so much. It was a nice relief for me and to get me away from all of my classwork this semester. Reading a piece of yours feels so bright and comfortable. I feel so cozy whenever I read a story of yours because everything that you write feels so easy. I’m able to immediately see the scene from the eyes of the main character, feel their emotions, and this was no different.

He was cute in a way that snuck up on you, that you didn’t need reminding of but that presented itself at the strangest times.  

This was honestly so spot on I had to lean back in my chair because WOW Erin! For me, I was able to feel and imagine so much, it was like a montage was running though my mind once I read this sentence. And here: 

You decide in that moment - in your oversized boyfriend jeans and big sunglasses pushed up in your hair, with your absurd amount of goodies resting on the counter between you - that you want more of it.  You want more of Kim Namjoon, even if you’re unravelling his mysteries as you go.

I’m sighing right now because I’m utterly in awe of you and your talent. You make writing feel so easy even though I know that it’s not. Especially with the scene of familiarity and home with a bodega because I understand how integral places like this may be for others. And I guess in a way Namjoon is the same. You’re able to implement details and imagery and just make everything feel so...real. I wish that there were better words to describe how I’m feeling based from this, but I hope that for now, this will suffice.

Thank you so very much Erin for this piece. I’ve only been following you for a little while but I can’t tell you how much I enjoy reading the stories that you have posted. I’m sending you lots and lots of love!!!💕💕💕💕

up all night.

inspiration:  “i’m sorry I keep staring, but you’re really the hottest thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life and i don’t know what to do about it.”

i’ve never written for joon before so please don’t burn me at the stake! 🥺 this is dedicated to @sahmfanficbts and ty mucho to @salvejoon​ and @moonmintrails​ for reading through this for me 💖 part two will be forthcoming!  

pairing.  knj x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  mc is a recreational drug user (nothing hard!  just gummies!) and there’s mentions of like, boning and booze.  but generally, just a warm n soft fluff piece.  wc.  1.1k.

The neighbourhood bodega is your happy place.  

It’s where you go when you’ve had a long day at the office and want to drown yourself in six different types of Ben & Jerry’s, the likes of which it always has in stock and in all the flavours you want (Cherry Garcia, Half Baked, Peanut Butter Cup).  It’s where you go when you’re too lazy to make dinner and want to inhale a perfectly made, smooshed down deli sandwich piled high with all your favourite accoutrements.  It’s where you’ve cried quietly, standing in the snack section after a terrible breakup.  It’s also where you’ve, perhaps, spent too much money on beer after an impromptu decision to wake up with a pounding headache.

It’s somewhere that’s seen you grow up, from your shitty pre-teen days - when you’d had that godawful fringe and those ugly sneakers your parents had bought from the Super A Mart in Chinatown - all the way to now, with your slightly cuter shoes and significantly better hair.  It’s watched you grow as much as your family has, a figurative presence in your life that’s shaped you through the years.

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⇢ In an age where information can save you or kill you; the concept of wrong place at the wrong time is a funny one. What do you do when you’re accused of stealing the hard-drive that holds restricted information belonging to the government? Particularly when they send a lethal robot to take you down? 

Pairing⍮ Jeon Jungkook x reader, Kim Namjoon x reader Genre⍮ robot!au, angst, slow-burn and eventual smut (no specific warnings in this chapter)  Word-count⍮ 4.6k

A/N: This fic couldn’t have dropped at any other time just as fitting to celebrate the belated birthdays of my loves Jungkook and Namjoon who also happen to be the main two characters. It’s also my birthday hehe! I had not actually planned to drop this now as a celebration at all since I had written it almost a year ago and had edited and gone back a thousand time. I think its safe for me to say that I had not worked any harder on any other fic on this blog so I hope it receives some love 💜

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in the night.

blame john wick for this.  i may or may not do accompanying pieces but it was very fun to write, in any case.  yay, assassin!kook!

pairing.  jjk x reader.  rating.  … general-ish?  tags.  this doesn’t fit in the usual three categories but leans more fluffy than anything.  includes mentions of blood, vague descriptions of suturing, and kook being a little sassy shit.  wc.  1.1k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​ 💜

You’ve taken care of him more times than you can count, sewn shut more holes than any normal person ought to have.  You’ve salted his wounds and stitched his skin, provided pills and patchwork.  You’ve seen him at his very worst, beaten and broken, barely coherent against your doorframe as if there was no other way he might remain standing. You’d even saved him once, sheltered him when you shouldn’t have, and put a bullet through the man chasing him. 

He owes you his life at least five times over.  He knows that.

It doesn’t stop him from knocking loudly, with knuckles stained ruby and the same colour seeping through the white of his Oxford.  It takes longer than it normally does - a beat of one, two, three - before the small three-by-two window slides open.

He’ll never get over how beautiful you are, even caged behind bars and with a look of complete distrust in your eyes.  They soften at the sight of him.

“Again?”  It’s lyrical - music to his ears.  

“Again,”  Jungkook confirms around a mouthful of blood.

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roses, poetry and jeon.

☾ pairing: bookstore employee!jungkook x reader

★ summary: Between the pieces of sappy poetry and dried rose petals hidden in every book you buy from the local bookstore; you fall in love with the anonymously enigmatic writer.

➳  genre: bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst

☂ words: 12k

♡ a/n: hellooo! So, after countless days and nights working on this, I’m VERY proud as to how it came out to be. I don’t have any experience as a bookstore employee so please forgive me if I made some mistakes! Also, all the poetry compositions have been written by yours truly hehe. I really hope you guys enjoy this story as much I enjoyed writing it! Let me know how you felt (reblogs and comments go a long way!) c:

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The sunlight filtering through your window was a familiar feeling. As it warmed your covers, you lazily turned to the other side of your bed hoping to find a cooler spot to resume your slumber. When not even cocooning yourself helped, you angrily pulled your blanket over your frame and let the heat take the win for this one.

You opened your eyes and took a minute to take in your surroundings. You felt like your party-hungry college student-self waking up one morning on someone else’s bathroom floor that wasn’t yours. In that reverie, you winced as you could almost taste the vodka at the back of your throat and the puke roiling up in your stomach.

A half open book lay face down on your nightstand and dried up drool pooled near the top of your pillow, possibly because you dozed off in between. You checked your phone, and was relieved that it was the weekend. There were no messages from work, you wanted to jump up in joy like you were a child on sugar rush.

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Miss Dial [fratboy!yoongi x reader] | 1

VERY MUCH CO-WRITTEN BY THE LOVELY AND EFFERVESCENT @cyphertrip​ <3333 PLEASE SEND HER INSANE AMOUNTS OF LOVE, OKAY?

{ chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |  6 | coming soon! }

[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?

[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi 

Rated M for explicit sexy shit, including but not limited to Yoongi’s creative language and lascivious use of cell phones. Also alcohol and partying!!! Based off of THIS gem from Texts From Last Night :-) Word count 6.1k.

It happened every single time you came here.

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dynamite!jaykay at the record store falling in love with a pretty girl (yes that’s you). if the song lyrics in this r wack that’s my fault. yoongi is yoongi. 1k words listen to the louvre by lorde

It was by sheer serendipity that he even saw you; a fluke in all honesty. Jeongguk’s eyes never wandered beyond the rows of records bordering the shelves in Yoongi’s store. He usually came in with a purpose, the records he intended to purchase listed methodically in his head. His feet only paused to linger in the backroom where Yoongi stashed the ‘good stuff’ — a myriad of rare vinyls, cherished cassettes and CDs that cost more than his entire life, as Yoongi liked to tell him —  but never for long. Just to see, experience being in the same room as them.  His older friend didn’t appreciate his hands grazing the collection. So Jeongguk kept his curious fingers stowed away in the pockets of his baggy jeans as Yoongi raved about his new find, brown eyes bright with delight. Eventually, Jeongguk meandered over to the counter, the records he’d selected tucked in his grasp as he haggled Yoongi for a discount.

(He never got one. Not even on his birthday).

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