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I love how Hobi gave up in this fic with kind of concealing his identity and just kept talking about the past universes. Also, conspiracy theorist Yoongi is the crackiest of crackheads.
➳ ROSES
╰ life was a lot easier for seokjin before the crackhead who moved in above his flower shop accidentally kidnapped his daughter… but he had to admit; meeting you definitely made things a hell of a lot more interesting
pairing: single dad!jin x photographer!reader
genre: sm au, crack humor, fluff, angst, smut
status: completed
series: hobiverse masterlist
a/n: yoooo y’all already know wtf is going on lol we back and thiccer than ever with a new au!! bls enjoy clueless single dad Jin getting his shit turned upside down by chaotic good y/n!! x
💐 part 1 - profiles
💐 part 2 - die hard
💐 part 3 - shrek
💐 part 4 - lizard person in a child suit
💐 part 5 - the sacred law of dibs
💐 part 6 - bird watching
💐 part 7 - friendship flowers
💐 part 8 - in a totally chill friend way
💐 part 9 - hold that canoe
💐 part 10 - math
💐 part 11 - frozen
💐 part 12 - the word that shall not be named
💐 part 13 - jolly green giant
💐 part 14 - over and out
💐 part 15 - exposed
💐 part 16 - psychic powers
💐 part 17 - zoinks scoob
💐 part 18 - smirgins
💐 part 19 - this is a case for the FBI
💐 part 20 - family night
💐 part 21 - lesbians
💐 part 22 - second chance
💐 part 23 - petals (m)
💐 part 24 - peachy
💐 part 25 - crying at the cinnabon stand
💐 part 26 - lasagna
💐 part 27 - bigfoot kink
💐 part 28 - Feelings™️
💐 part 29 - mario and luigi
💐 part 30 - everybody say sausage
💐 part 31 - code red
💐 part 32 - flower daddy
💐 part 33 - i do
💐 part 34 - skittles
💐 part 35 - epilogue
:: bonus part - postlogue 4
spin-offs: breathe (jjk) || finding bigfoot (myg)
amour fou || kim taehyung (m)
“Are you going to keep trying to flatter me, or are you going to draw me?”
“As you wish, mademoiselle.”
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✎ pairing: artist!taehyung x female reader
✎ word count: 7.3k
✎ genre: smut, fluff, romance
✎ warnings: fingering, oral (f&m), unprotected sex, nude drawing, taehyung being the softest artist boy, and one very corny Titanic reference
✎ a/n: this can be read as part 21 of Collide or as a stand alone! If you don’t like smut, turn back now lmao
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“I’ll be right there…”
The words of Taehyung’s last text message hung heavy in the air with the weight of their promise, and you squinted at them in the dim light of the hotel room, reading over the last few lines of your conversation again, and trying to process what exactly had just happened.
Your head was still spinning from the formerly cold and aloof, artist-turned-friend-of-yours, Kim Taehyung’s, shocking admission that out of everything in Paris, nothing else inspired him quite like you. Not only that, he’d even gone so far as to call you breathtaking. He’d called you breathtaking? You’d re-read the message again and again, not quite sure that you could trust what your eyes were seeing right now. No one had ever said anything like that to you before, but you supposed that was because there had never been anyone else quite like Taehyung.
It had never occurred to you that you could possibly mean as much to him as he had come to mean to you over these last few months, and yet you found yourself wanting to believe his words. It felt almost like a hazy dream, and you half-expected to wake up back in your Seoul apartment alone once more. But then again, being in Paris with Taehyung at all had felt like a dream. Never in your wildest fantasies had you ever imagined you’d fall for someone like him, or that he’d become so important to you so suddenly, and yet, in such a short time, he was exactly that. Beyond that, he was everything.
Which was why when he’d mentioned that he wanted to draw you nude, you found yourself offering up your body before you even thought twice. It wasn’t, of course, until after you’d sent the text that you realized the full implications of what that meant. Taehyung was going to draw you… all of you. You would be naked in front of him, so completely vulnerable, almost in the same way he’d allowed himself to be with you, but in a whole different sense of the word.
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moonlight melody || myg (m)
a trip to the beach with your friends results in unspoken feelings for one “friend” in particular swimming up to the surface on a moonlit night
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☾ pairing: pianist!yoongi x female reader
☾ word count: 8.1k
☾ genre: smut, fluff
☾ warnings: fingering, grinding, unprotected sex (pls use protection y’all), multiple orgasms, late-night beach walk shenanigans, and some steamy outdoor shower time with a view lmao
☾ a/n: so i wrote this written part to go in an old smau of mine i’ve recently edited called forever, we are young (if you’re here bc you remember it you’re an OG lol) hope y’all enjoy this addition!! and ty @wwilloww for the lovely title fonts <3
CONNECTED SERIES: FWAY || HOBIVERSE
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The moon.
You supposed you had never spent much time looking at it before—you never really had a reason to—but you remembered that on that night the moon seemed impossibly bright to you.
So bright, and so big; the soft rays of its pale, ghostly light kissing the smooth white sand below, and casting an ethereal glow on the lulling waves which broke along the shoreline.
The sound seemed almost like a melody to you, as the gentle sea breeze flowed softly through your hair. A moonlight melody; hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing, and not unlike the dulcet ones you often heard drifting from the piano of the boy who stood beside you on the beach.
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three words || jeon jungkook (m)
in which three words apparently have the power to change your outlook on life and make a notorious fuckboy believe in love again
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♡ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x female reader
♡ word count: 10.3k
♡ genre: smut, fluff, romance
♡ warnings: fingering, oral (f), multiple orgasms, (semi) unprotected sex, creampie, daddy/babygirl kink, a very steamy car ride, jungkook being soft and using his fuckboy powers for good, and some good ol’ fluff uwu
♡ a/n: this can be read as a standalone oneshot or as part 17 of my social media au Breathe!! how it ended up being over 10k words i have no idea adgahjgskdk but i hope y’all enjoy it!! x
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You stood on the curb outside the slowly emptying wedding venue, the gentle breeze rustling through your gently curled hair while you gazed across the parking lot on this particularly warm summer evening. You fidgeted in your tall stiletto heels and tight dress that mapped every curve of your body; you were never much for dressing up like this, but you weren’t about to show up to your ex’s wedding dateless and looking like a mess, so you had decided to make somewhat of an effort with your appearance tonight. Although you supposed that you weren’t exactly dateless anymore—not since your fake boyfriend and notorious fuckboy, Jeon Jungkook, had stormed into the wedding reception and declared his love for you in a heartfelt confession speech delivered before the unexpecting families of two newly-wed lesbians.
But to understand all of that, one needed to back up to about three months ago; back to that fateful day when the unbearable and chaotic playboy himself had come into the craft store you worked at to hit on you and clumsily knock over your carefully arranged glitter displays in the process (as he far too often did), but instead found himself butting into your conversation with your ex-girlfriend and her new fiancée. Maybe if he had the good sense not to interject himself where his input wasn’t needed, or if you had the balls to just punch him on sight when he’d approached you that day, then none of this would have ever happened, but that wasn’t the plan that providence—or Jeon Jungkook—had in store. No, on that day, Jungkook had decided it would be a great idea to try and ‘save you from your embarrassment’ by interrupting your already awkward conversation with your ex and her new lover and introducing himself as your fiancé—unknowingly hitching himself a ride on the invitation to her wedding with you and sealing both of your fates in the process.
What followed was three months of absolute chaos, including; fake dates, awkward kisses, sharing beds, some well-intended flirting, lots and lots of arguments, and a heaping tablespoon of ‘pretending to be a young couple in love to everyone who saw you’ shenanigans—including fooling even Jungkook’s close friends who, while they were shocked that Jungkook even had a “girlfriend” after his checkered past with women, had still welcomed you into their group with open arms. Over the course of this summer, you and Jungkook had undoubtedly bickered and disagreed countless times, and to be honest, most of the time he just plain drove you crazy, but the more you learned about him, the more you began to realize that there was more to him than just the godless fuckboy he seemed to be on the surface.
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take care || kim namjoon (m)
he was a rapper who never showed his face. you were an indie singer scared to share her voice with the world. the two of you fell in love while working on the album you wrote together, and now there’s no going back…
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☾ pairing: anonymous rapper!namjoon x female reader
☾ word count: 8.3k
☾ genre: smut, fluff, romance
☾ warnings: fingering, oral (f&m), multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom/sub undertones and lots and lots of Wholesome™ joon fluff :’)
☾ a/n: this can be read as part 24 of my series Anonymous or as a oneshot! i started writing and this all kinda just happened lol so i hope you guys enjoy it! x
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You waited outside the door, your pulse drumming in your ears, as you nervously fiddled with the hem of the dress you wore. You weren’t sure why you were nervous; you had been inside Kim Namjoon’s house before—hell, you’d even stayed overnight there a few times—but something about this night was different. Now that you had both confessed your feelings to one another, everything was going to be different.
You were in love with him, and he was in love with you. The words that neither of you had dared to say had finally been said, and there was no going back now. Not that you wanted to, anyway. You were partners in your music, working on your collaborative album together for months, and in that time something had grown between you that neither of you had expected. Songs that were once about past loves, became about each other, and things went even further when Namjoon added a last-minute final song to your shared album just hours before it was released: a love song he’d written for you.
Although you had been caught off-guard, part of you was undeniably thrilled at his confession in the song. All this time you had been falling in love with him, and now you learned that he’d been falling in love with you too. You had immediately sought him out upon hearing the lyrics and after a whirlwind conversation full of exchanged feelings and lovesick giddiness, you now found yourself here: standing at his door as you waited for him to let you in.
As if right on cue, at that moment you heard the lock click, and the knob turned, the thick, black door cracking open to reveal Namjoon standing on the other side of it. He was dressed casually in a shirt and joggers and his hair looked slightly damp, as if he were fresh from the shower.
“Songbird,” he greeted you warmly with his own endearing nickname for you that you had come to love, “hey.” You had never been much for nicknames, but when Joon gave you this one for some reason it made you feel special, so you had let him keep calling you by it until it felt as natural as your own name. He was wearing a black mask over the lower half of his face, like usual, but you could tell from the adorable way his eyes creased that he was smiling at you.
“Hey.” You grinned back at him. You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered now as you looked at him, the both of you staring at one another in an unspoken fondness that kept either of you from daring to make a next move. All cards were on the table now, and it was anyone’s game.
“Come in,” Joon finally said, reaching out to gently take your hand in his large and calloused one and pull you towards him, leading you through the doorway and into his house. (Or mansion, more accurately.)
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watermelon sugar || pjm
there were three things in your life you could never have planned for: 1) getting accidentally artificially inseminated as an adult virgin 2) finding out you’re pregnant with a celebrity’s baby and 3) falling in love with the guy too.
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🍉 pairing: idol!jimin x female reader
🍉 word count: 13.3k
🍉 genre: smut, fluff, romance, comedy
🍉 warnings: handjob, fingering, oral (f), unprotected sex (she’s already pregnant lol) loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, creampie, pregnancy sex, impreg kink if you squint lmao and jimin putting the daddy in baby daddy ;)
🍉 a/n: this can be read as part 21 of my social media au Kiwi or as a very bizarre oneshot ahsjdkdk i don’t know how this ended up so long but i hope y’all enjoy this filthy fluff x
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They say that fate is a funny thing.
Not funny ha-ha, but funny in that you can never expect the things it’ll throw at you. (Although in your case, some of the things fate had sent your way could be considered kind of hilarious, in hindsight.) Honestly, you used to not be sure if you even believed in fate, but there comes a point when the things that happen to oneself seem too beautifully ironic to be mere coincidence, and you’d reached that point.
Was it fate that that perfect building on the corner came up for sale right when you were looking for a place to open your coffee shop? Was it fate that you and Park Jimin visited that same clinic on the same day? And, most importantly, was it fate that out of all the women in the world to be accidentally artificially inseminated and wind up pregnant with his baby, it was your virgin self?
No, that last sentence was not a joke and you absolutely wished it was.
Somehow, either by providence, medical malpractice, or the beauty of human error, (or some unfathomable combination of all three) your simple check-up with the gynecologist all those months ago had resulted in you being mistakenly artificially inseminated with a sample from a man you had never even met. And as if all of that wasn’t insane enough on its own, to top it all off, you also happened to be a virgin. And now you were pregnant. You were a pregnant virgin.
Like they say, fate is a funny thing, and in your case, it was fucking hilarious.
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