Of Honey And Cinnamon | Jjk

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THE HOBIVERSE: AU SERIES MASTERLIST

╰ a series of chaotic slice-of-life social media au’s connected by one thing; parallel universe-traveling wannabe cupid, jung hoseok, who’s in charge of making sure you find your soulmate

extra: hobiverse: the behind (contains spoilers)

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a/n: welcome to the masterlist for my social media au series the hobiverse!! the stories are listed in their recommended reading order but can be read in any order!! hope y’all enjoy!! x

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➳ FWAY (pianist!yoongi x art student!reader)

╰ a story in which everyone is a poor college kid, min yoongi is a pianist who never seems to sleep, and you are a plucky young art student with some more-than-eccentric neighbors...

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➳ BLOOM (idol!jungkook x idol!reader)

╰ touring with some of the biggest names in the music industry should be every singer’s dream. too bad two of those names happen to be your annoying new nemesis and the guy from your past you just can’t seem to forget...

* this story has been removed for re-editing

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➳ COLLIDE (artist!taehyung x waitress!reader)

╰ your life had always been so wonderfully ordinary. or at least, it was—until the day you accidentally bumped into him and ended up with the wrong cellphone and a one-way ticket to a groupchat full of unusual characters...

* this story has been removed for re-editing

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➳ ROSES (dad!seokjin x photographer!reader)

╰ life was a lot easier for seokjin before the strange girl 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

spin-offs: breathe (jjk) || finding bigfoot (myg)

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➳ ANONYMOUS (rapper!joon x singer!reader)

╰ searching for inspiration, a chart-topping rapper who keeps his identity hidden from the public, going by the stage name RM, stumbles upon you singing in a coffee shop and finds his new muse in your voice. he makes you an offer to collab with one catch: you can’t see his face.

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➳ KIWI (idol!jimin x coffee shop owner!reader)

╰ being knocked up by the biggest playboy in music? bad. being knocked up by the biggest playboy in music when you’re a virgin and you didn’t even sleep with him? so. much. worse.

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➳ WOKE (time traveler!hoseok x writer!reader)

╰ the one where you have dreams about your past lives and you can’t seem to figure out why the guy you just met seems to be in all of them

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BONUS SIDE STORIES:

➳ BREATHE (fuckboy!kook x student!reader)

╰ in which jeon jungkook is a raging fuckboy with a secret passion for antique birdhouses and you are a witty craft store employee just trying to pay off your crushing student loans...

* this story is a spinoff of the ROSES series

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➳FINDING BIGFOOT (ct!yoongi x hiker!reader)

╰ you set out to hike the pacific crest trail in search of yourself… instead you found him

* this story is a spinoff of the ROSES series

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guarded | jhs x reader | chapter one: fan mail

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 2.8K

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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You stare at the words for a moment before folding the paper in half and slipping it back into the envelope you pulled it from.  

Honestly?  

It’s not the first time you’ve gotten a threat. It happens from time to time in this line of work.

But this note plucks a chord of anxiety inside of you. Must be the eleven missed calls you suspect go hand-in-hand with your little love letter. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for a half-hour now.

“Are you okay?”

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“it’s easy, dad.”

summary: Iseul has a thing or two to teach his dad

pairing: kim namjoon x reader genre: dad!bts, family fluff word count: 580+ tags/warnings: mentions children, just a frustrated Joon trying to braid hair

a/n: [reposting because tags] for anon, ahh it’s finally here, i’m so sorry for taking so long. it’s a shorty but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this! I hope you enjoy it as well~

Eunjoo can’t seem to stay still long enough for Namjoon to gather all of her hair in one hand.

“Aigo, stay still, flower,” Namjoon huffs, pulling her hair messily, “the sooner we get this done the sooner you can play with hyung.”

Eunjoo bounces impatiently and starts to whine, “mommy never takes this long,” she drawls.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, smiling, “and right now mommy is busy so-“

“Ouch, daddy! You’re pulling my hair too hard,” Eunjoo is on the brink of a meltdown, scratching her scalp where Namjoon tugged a little too hard.

“Dad?” Iseul walks in and stares at the two before stepping in the space between Namjoon and his little sister.

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if i killed someone for you

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: crack, angst if you're weak

summary: after being broken up for three months jungkook decides to text his ex the lyrics of alec benjamin's song "if i killed someone for you".

warnings: mentions of violence, smoking, mentions of not having a dad(?)

part one | he probably...beans.

part two | wall what

part three | kill as in murder?

part four | he's so evil

part five | it's a joke not a dick

part six | rodent

part seven | keep bullying

part eight | project

part nine | u were good to me

part ten | shrek

part eleven | masterminds

part twelve | jimin

part thirteen | p word

part fourteen | playful

part fifteen | hardin scott

part sixteen | bro

part seventeen | the claw

part eighteen | shut up seokjin

part nineteen | number

part twenty | time out

part twenty one | walking and glaring

part twenty two | CPR

part twenty three | science

part twenty four | lol moment

part twenty five | CEOs of ignoring problems

part twenty six | heart been....

part twenty seven | smakl brain

part twenty eight | sober thots

part twenty nine | nvm im going back to sleep

part thirty | blind

part thirty one | wait a minute...

part thirty two | date document

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NOW WE’RE EVEN

“good luck trying to get rid of me”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: crack; enemies to lovers; fake dating au; sm au.

warnings: explicit jokes; some angsty realizations about feelings ; mentions of stalking

summary: in which in a serious of unfortunate events a piece of paper promising jungkook she'd do anything to return a favour comes back to haunt y/n. who would've thought jungkook would actually ask her to return the favour and expect her to be his fake girlfriend. oh well, accidents happen and jungkook never forgets promises.

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part 1. explicit brain

part 2. pure poison

part 3. real girlfriend

part 4. explaining to do

part 5. shower thoughts

part 6. min devil

part 7. bully on main

part 8. dinner?? together??

part 9. locked INSIDE

part 10. enemies since birth

part 11. shaking in fear

part 12. elevator talks

part 13. forbidden room

part 14. it’s ART

part 15. only threats

part 16. accidents happen

part 17. ugly scream

part 18. say goodnight

part 19. ugly words

part 20. strange feeling

part 21. jealousy is a disease

part 22. baby??

part 23. accidently confessed

part 24. ITS A JOKE

part 25. poisonous cake

part 26. heartfelt behaviour

part 27. accidently matching

part 28. lonely thoughts

part 29. intentional confession

part 30. now we're even

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by popular demand I rewrote this au and here it is 😽 I hope u enjoy it

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Yoonkook Fic Recs for the year of the Tiger

Happy New Year! 🐅 If you're sick and trapped at home (like I am), here's a few of my favorite Yoonkook fics to get you through 💕

(these are all complete and over 10K, I might do a list for short fics later)

👍Yes to smut:

Only for Tonight by dreamingdaegu

one of my all time favs, I've read it several times, the emotional intensity and slow realization of feelings is just 💯

crush me. by naturallyvante

super visceral, mostly sexual tension and then very emotional smut

consign me not to darkness by bellamees

Daechwita inspired historical enemies to lovers awesomeness

The Casual Corruption of Jeon Jungkook by Baggy_Trousers

Yoongi helps Jungkook figure out his sexuality 👀👀

🚫No to smut:

twenty first century boy by xiajin

Genderfluid Kook 💜 super cute, hurts a little, one I come back to often

a paper crown by nitilia

YG leaves his idol group, meets pet fish store owner JK. Love the vibe of this fic, it's very quiet and contemplative

twenty-four by fruitily

The one where Tae handcuffs Yoonkook together for 24 hours ✨ everything by fruitily is amazing tbh

about soulmates and inevitable doom also by fruitily lol

Normally not super into soulmates aus, but this one is such an interesting take. YG is angsty, JK just wants to meet his soulmate

guitar string : l.jh

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lee jihoon (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) / includes | running away, mentions of arranged marriage (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, angst, royal au

note | written with @ohmygoshcheese in mind for the carat admirer event 💗 hi rachel, i’m your carat admirer hehe <33 it’s been so fun getting to know and i hope we can continue interacting after this event 🥺 i’m not sure if this counts as a fantasy au but i hope you like this lil drabble i wrote for you, happy valentine’s day hehe :>

a/n: sorry i can’t really think of a summary but dw it’s pretty straightforward ;-; also three fics in three days? who is she? 😍 (more to come btw hehe)

“Take me away.”

Jihoon’s elegant fingers, previously plucking at his guitar strings, freeze at your words. The soothing, lullaby-like chords he had been playing echo into the inky darkness, carried away by the chilly night breeze.

His head snaps up, finding you staring into the distance forlornly, eyes misting over as the corners of your lips turn down melancholically.

“P-Pardon, Your Highness?” The title you’ve come to loathe spills from his lips out of force of habit before he can catch himself.

Heavy is the exhale that leaves you when you turn to him. He’s found you enchanting ever since the moment you met, but perhaps even more so under the silvery luminescence of the moon during your clandestine meetings on the marble balcony of your quarters.

Yet, as you gaze at him with what can only be ascribed to pure, unadulterated sadness, the deep frown that mars your features threatens to settle permanently, and the hollows of your face are now hauntingly accentuated by the moonlight.

“Take me away,” you repeat, a little firmer this time, “I cannot bear a moment of this any longer.”

Two weeks. Two weeks had gone by since your father announced your betrothal to a neighbouring prince to unite your kingdoms. Of course, Jihoon was with you that very night, guitar abandoned at the edge of your bed in favour of stroking your hair with your head laid in his lap.

“But I don’t love him,” you whisper. Tears escape the corner of your eye, rolling down your smooth cheeks like crystalline dewdrops on petals at dawn. “I hardly know him, Jihoon. How am I supposed to marry him?”

“Perhaps… you’ll grow to love him.” Against his will, his voice cracks towards the end, the lump lodged in his throat ever growing. Invisible vines wrap around the column of his neck in a phantom force, constricting his breathing at the thought that in a month, you will truly be another’s.

Jihoon has always known that falling in love with you came with a hefty cost. To put it quite simply, your paths were not meant to cross. He was a mere musician who happened to receive the honour of entertaining the royal family at your father’s fiftieth birthday; he was not supposed to meet your eyes as he walked off the stage, he was not supposed to accept when you summoned him to the palace a week later requesting private guitar lessons, he was not supposed to let you in when you both knew that this relationship was fated for doom from the very beginning.

You smile, bittersweet and knowing. “I don’t think I can love him, Jihoon.”

Because my heart has long been yours.

Deep down, you knew this would happen. Born into royalty, you understood your role as a mere chess piece in a game much larger than your happiness, or yourself for that matter. The majority of your life was spent moulding you to become the perfect ruler, or rather—the perfect consort to your future spouse. You knew it was coming, yet reality had only truly sunken in with your father’s announcement: your life would never be truly yours.

Unless you did something about it.

Countless times in the past, you’ve confided in him about your desire to run away, yet you continue to remain out of fear, guilt, and responsibility. This time, however, it feels different. There’s something about your demeanour tonight that has uneasiness bubbling in his stomach.

“I… I cannot do that, Y/N.”

He feels your piercing stare searing through his side profile. “Is it… is it because you’re afraid of being caught with me? B-Because I will not dare ask you to stay with me after we cross the borders if that is not what you wish to do.”

Jihoon’s heart aches at your words. He loves you, deeply, and he loathes that he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind which led you to the conclusion that he does not wish to be with you. Truthfully, he’s thought about offering to run away with you as well, but a little voice at the back of his head dissuades him from doing so each time.

Thus, he shakes his head, woefully, regretfully. “No, it has nothing to do with that…”

“Then why not?” you demand, eyes now fierce with defiance as you briskly cross the balcony towards the ornate chair he sat in. Jihoon flinches when you fall to your knees, your robes forming silky, luxurious waves at his feet.

“Ever since my father announced my engagement, I have spent restless nights questioning the remainder of my life,” you continue, staring up with him with glassy, pleading eyes, “and I’ve decided I no longer want to be confined to one where I cannot be happy nor free.”

A part of you hardly believes you’ve been reduced to such a state. You grew up believing no request of yours was too preposterous or unimaginable, everywhere you went you were accompanied by easily a dozen attendants whose lives depended on catering to your every whim. And yet look at you now—begging like a commoner.

It’s refreshing. It makes you feel human because for once in your life, you’re not just a puppet on strings or a little canary in a cage.

“I don’t have anything I can give you,” Jihoon whispers. His clammy hands find yours and clutches tightly. The drags of his rough, callused finger pads against your soft, unflawed skin is a painful reminder of his inability to give you the life he thinks you deserve. “With him, you will have more lands and jewels and riches… all I have is the guitar on my back. I cannot give you a comfortable life, Y/N. I… I can only give you my love.”

“Can’t you see, Jihoon?” you weep, tears falling behind shut eyes, “that’s all I desire! I only ask for a life with someone who loves me, not someone who sees me as a diplomatic tool.”

He rests his forehead on yours, one of his hands reaching up to find the side of your face as his thumb catches the salty trails. “You can’t go back if I take you away. Have you thought this through?”

“I have, and I don’t care if I have to run from them for the rest of my life. I only want to be with you. If… if you’ll have me, t-that is…”

Jihoon smiles comfortingly at the insecure wobble in your voice, rubbing soothing circles at your temple in an attempt to ease your doubts. “Of course I do, my love,” he tells you, “but the last thing I want is for you to live with regrets. I roam faraway lands in search of new muses alone until I came to your kingdom and met you, I’m used to a life of running. You… you’d be leaving your family, everything you’ve ever had and known behind with little to no chance to return. I only wish you happiness in life, but I have fears you won’t find it with me either.”

“I’m willing to take that risk. I just want to live a normal life… with you.”

He searches your eyes for any trace of hesitation, any sign of apprehension towards the thought of starting anew with absolutely nothing to your name. What he unearths instead is unyielding resolution swimming in your hardened gaze; his heart still hammers in his rib cage like a war drum—after all, the consequences should the two of you get caught will most certainly be severe, and perhaps deadly—but your determination eases a little of that fear. Now, he's never been a particularly optimistic person, but the sliver of hope that still exists within him makes him want to believe he is worthy, that you will find happiness with him.

And it is that little splinter that leads to his next words. “Then we better start preparing, my love. We don’t have much time.”

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be on horseback past the borders of your kingdom in the dark of night, with only endless plains ahead of you and your belongings packed in a single sack, you’d surely dismiss them with a wave of your hand. Little did you know that you’d soon meet a travelling musician with infinite talent and somehow even more love in his heart for you.

The castle you grew up in is now a speck in the distance. Strangely enough, you don’t feel an ounce of longing or regret. If they were willing to give you away, who could blame you for running?

Jihoon observes you quietly from a few paces ahead. “It’s not too late to go back,” he tells you.

You shake your head, turning back to him with a smile as your horse trots onwards to catch up to him. Pale is the starlight that lays gentle kisses on your faces, and as you look up at the endless glittering diamonds that will guide your way, you know in your heart that this is only the true beginning of your life. Jihoon seems to realise this too, because when your eyes shift from the cosmos above to lock onto his, he offers you a warm smile.

“Let’s keep going, love,” he says softly, nodding towards the long journey ahead of you. “Let’s go home.”

(And when Jihoon marries you a year later with a ring fastened from a string he plucked from an old guitar, one passed down onto him by his father, you knew you had made the right choice.

You never left home, because he was with you all along.)

Five Moments in Time

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Nurse!Reader

Summary: All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Minor injury, angst (the big kind)

a/n: I rewatched tfa and fell in love with Bucky all over again! So I had to write some 40s angst of course. Also I think might’ve made myself cry. 

I discontinued my taglist, but you can follow my library blog @pellucid-library​ for notifications 🤍

Masterlist

“And just who are you?” 

The medical tent was overrun with white-clad bodies in a flurry. Aprons were stained and gauze was clenched tightly between overworked fingers. The war hadn’t been kind, but at least Captain Rogers had been able to save all these men. 

And amongst the men was the flirty, ever charming, Bucky Barnes. 

“I’ve told you, Sergeant Barnes, I’m your nurse. Now please sit back so I can properly stitch your arm.” 

He didn’t listen to you, sitting up further to prop his hand on his chin and take you in. You’d asked him about four times now, each one fruitless. 

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→ yoongi x reader (tiny bit of taehyung x reader)

→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you'd have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate's friends and a guy you've never met. and you definitely did not expect you'd end up falling for him.

→ genre: fluff, angst, roommate au (?)

intros

💭 01 – who's yoongi

💭 02 – third wheel

💭 03 – send a heart

💭 04 – your simp is showing

💭 05 – a bunch of hags

💭 06 – jealous boyfriend

💭 07 – or whatever

💭 08 – bestest of best friends

💭 09 – promise ✏️

💭 extra

💭 10 – delusional

💭 10 ½ – company

💭 11 – enemies to lovers

💭 12 – someone like you ✏️

💭 13 – workaholic

💭 14 – pretty girls

💭 15 – angel

💭 16 – fucking butterflies

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eyes meet. | myg

word count: 0.4k

genre: fluff. nothing else, just classmate-crushes <33

authors note: i wrote this in 10 minutes,,,just randomly came into my head and i had to write it down :D enjoy!

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back to high school. you vividly remember that one physical education session.

you were (annoyingly) on your period that day, after the warm-up, you could feel your entire body hurt. so you requested the teacher if you can rest back in class.

you walk back to the classroom. it was a sunny day, the sunlight streams into the window and onto a side of the classroom. then you see the boy.

Yoongi was always quiet and introverted, he sleeps through the morning lessons, and he continues to sleep through the afternoon lessons. he rarely moves around if he doesn’t have to.

you two normally have some small talk, and you two pair up if some work needs to be done in pairs. you help him with work sometimes too.

“not going to p.e?” you ask lightly, he shakes his head and leans on his folded arms. you nod in understanding.

you walk to the seat next to him, sit down quietly, feel a rush of sleepiness hit you, you close your eyes to sleep.

but the cramps continue, making it extremely uncomfortable for you to fall asleep, you try your best to not shuffle around, but the cramps are keeping you awake from sleeping.

…time passes, you feel a wave of hot air hit your neck and left ear. you freeze and feel yourself stop breathing. it’s a soft whisper under his breath.

“….i like you.” his voice was slow and quiet, yet still audible. the vibration of his vocal cords was playing with your mind. the ‘i like you’ repeated itself many times in your head as if someone toggled it to be on a loop.

you tried your best to stay calm, convincing your mind it was just a misheard. nothing happened.

the boy next to you shuffles, probably also in the same position as you, lying on the table. the silent classroom made it so much easier to hear each other breathing. his light breathing sound was in sync with yours too.

minutes pass. moments pass. you thought he went back to sleep, lifting your head from leaning on your numb arm, you slowly turn your head to your left. your breathing pattern immediately rising up.

eyes meet.

you lock eyes with another pair of eyes. Yoongi was also looking at you. a glimpse of hesitation and surprise appeared in his expression. you stop dead.

the next seconds felt like hours, the sun shifted, warm yellow rays shining onto his face.

you heard the sound of an afternoon breeze,

and the sound of his racing heartbeat.

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this is the first piece of my micro-fic project !! there will be so many micro-fics because sometimes writing lengthy fics are really hard for me!!