Some Say Fate Manifests Itself In Odd Ways, Could Yours Be The Help Needed Poster In A Bookstore Window?

some say fate manifests itself in odd ways, could yours be the ‘help needed’ poster in a bookstore window?

summary: in your desperation to find a job, you accept work at the local bookstore, owned by a grumpy man who wants to make your life miserable. you can’t seem to figure out why he’s so cold towards you yet charming and sweet to everyone else. when his act starts to slip, you realise there’s more to him than he lets on pairing: bookstore owner! jungkook x reader genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to friends to lovers, i guess you could say enemies to lovers word count: 15.3k warnings: jungkook is mean at first :( swearing, they’re really dorky, alcohol consumption, dad!namjoon bc that itself needs a warning, explicit smut - dirty talk, oral (f receiving), lots of making out, fingering, big d jungkook, soft sex but at the same time its rough?? idk jungkook is just really caring, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, praise kink, brief handjob, breast play, creampie, after-care

kismet. noun, destiny; fate.⠀

It truly was a miracle how your landlord hadn’t kicked you and your roommate out of your apartment yet. Perhaps he felt sympathy for the two of you, fresh out of college and living off of takeaway food while figuring out what to do with your lives. Whatever it was, you were grateful for the extra week he had given the both of you to hand in your rent.

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Lost in a Book | JHS

~summary: you and Jung Hoseok don’t exactly see eye to eye. but when you (literally) fall headfirst into a whole other world, that becomes the least of your worries ~pairing: hoseok x reader ~word count: 8.5k ~enemies to lovers, college au, fantasy au ~rating: g ~warnings: naughty freudian slip, sexual tension, arguing, fire

~a/n: this is my gift for the wonderful @moccahobi‘s birthday! I am so lucky to be friends with someone as funny, hard working and gorgeous as you and I hope you have a great day!! and no, of course I didn’t choose the biggest bingo square only to forget and write this in a week.. (okay, I did, so pls go easy on any errors!) as always the lovely admins at @thebtswritersclub came up with a fun challenge to prompt this story, so I will be including my makeup palette bingo square at the end so you can see what prompts I used for this! enjoy x

The moment you had seen Jung Hoseok coming through the door, your eyes rolled.

Almost entirely made of large windows, the front of the coffee shop you worked in allowed you to see all the passers-by. So when you spotted your classmate coming down the street, laughing loudly with a couple of friends, you had prayed that he would just pass by.

Of course, you could never get what you wished for.

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this was one of that first fics i read on here so it has a special place in my heart. the rest of this writer’s fics are sooo good as well! definitely recommend checking out their masterlist.

if i could tell her

summary: Jung Hoseok is just trying to pass his philosophy class, yet ends up with so much more. 

pairing: hoseok x fem!reader

genre: college au, fake dating au | fluff/angst

warnings: slow burn, hoseok is a fratboy in this fic, this fic is a mash of a tutoring with fake dating what can i say, and yes the title comes from the dear evan hanson musical 

word count: 16k

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It’s not abnormal to wake up in a space that is not his own, considering his life and what he did just to feel any sort of rush of pleasure, awakening in an apartment and atop a bed with a touch too many scents that only makes the hangover pierce even deeper at his skull. He arises, a groan barely leaving his lips as he sits up, rubbing at his head and looking down to see that he wears nothing under the sheets. Again, all part of the typical one-night-stand escapades he participated in.

However, what is not typical is the way the bed feels cold, empty without the presence of the other figure sleeping opposite of him—someone he almost would not have missed had he had woken up in his own room, someone he might have forgotten had it not been for the vague memory of a girl underneath him, a name he might have been gritting between his teeth in the haze of his lust. Kathy, was it? Or Kat? No, the longer Jung Hoseok sits there, the more confident he grows in the fact that the name certainly had been Karly.

The physical appearance of the girl remains blank on him, no matter how desperately he tries to rack his consciousness, tries to remember the scene of the party and what she did to catch his attention. There must have been something, something hidden within the corners of his mind, perhaps a glance or a smile or a dance move or a joke. Either way, the answer refuses to present itself to Hoseok at the present moment, which is fine because aforementioned Karly is absent to spare him from that awkward situation.

Still, he remains motionless for a few more seconds, counting down to see if the girl—Karly—is perhaps just in the bathroom or making breakfast, doing anything within the apartment that could make an escape on Hoseok’s part awkward. Yet he doesn’t hear anything, fails to make out those telltale signs that leaving would be a bad move. So he straightens up, feet falling upon the carpet with a gentle sigh, and manages to find his clothing littered across the room. Hoseok makes quick work on dressing himself, pulling on his shirt, tugging on his jeans, slowly making his way to the bedroom door and down the hallway. The apartment is quiet, and he is momentarily stunned that this Karly girl would just leave him alone in her home, that she would be so trusting of someone she did not know personally.

That is, until he walks into the kitchen and finds that he is most certainly not alone in the apartment, that there is a certain someone sitting at the kitchen counter—a certain beautiful someone.

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Locks and Barriers

Title: Locks and Barriers Word Count: 7K Rating: M Genre: One-shot, Post Apocalypse AU, Romance (smut), Drama Warnings: Apocalypse (Plague…so lots of death), Implied Violence, Smut Scene (Unprotected Sex, Thigh Riding) Pairings: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: One of the most amazing experiences in your life soon descends into chaos. Your trip to Seoul becoming overshadowed by a cataclysmic event leaving you alone in a city that is not your own. Your only hope? To find the man who has sent out one last broadcast to the city in search of any survivors, but you’ll have to overcome more than distance if you wish to become closer to him.

A/N: So much research went into this story. I tried to make it as real as possible looking into, locations (every spot mentioned does exist), wildlife, language (sorry if there are any mistranslations, my Korean is so poor) and aspects of life after an event such as the one you’re about to read below. I’ve never been to Seoul so I had to do a lot of searching through google maps, if you want any links to site pictures I can make a post later on although some of them have gone into the mood board.   

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He should be here… out of all the places in the city this spot made the most logical sense. N Seoul Tower is at the very center of the city on the top of a mountain, giving you not only a useful view, but also access the necessary equipment for broadcasting. You check each floor, your newly injured leg slowly failing as you climb the steps to the top. The feeling of impending loneliness returns to haunt you. He is your last hope, where else could he be? Did he move on? Did he succumb just as the others had?

Finding every level deserted you retreat back down to the outdoor platform, dragging out cushions and chairs to set up a camp outside. Watching the streets and skies for any sign of life. Unable to use the transmission system yourself, you wait until nightfall to send out your only option for communication, an emergency flare. The shot lights up the sky before descending on the now darkened city. You turn on your small radio as you break down the wooden chairs to build a fire. The message that drew you here never changes, simply playing over and over on repeat, but you still take enjoyment from the sound of his voice. Especially since it allows you to pretend that you aren’t sitting alone.

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By its cover | Masterlist

Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 

1) Demons are the most hated species on earth.

2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 

3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 

4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride. 

Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au. Hoseok x reader

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Misfortunately, Yours

Has no one ever told you not to rifle through old attics? Has no one ever told you that if you find old vintage rings that seem to have a mind of their own, the one thing you should definitely not do is to wear them? Well maybe they have, but it's October 31st and you're in desperate need of good accessories. And as such the next thing you know, there is a man named Yoongi in your bedroom and he insists that you've just married the King of the Otherworld.

• type: dark fae! Yoongi x reader, fae king! ? x reader

• genre: fantasy! au, horror, angst, smut

• rating: mature/explicit • w/c: 32k (completed)

• a/n: Inspired solely by the three dearest things to my heart - the approaching Halloween, Yoongi's "Daechwita" look and "The Final Step" by Dated. If you're interested in the tag list, let me know in replies.

• author's main masterlist

Chapter One ... Drastic Consequences to a Hurried Decision Making.

Chapter Two ... Negligent Informant Leads You Horribly Astray.

Chapter Three ... Uncertain Steps into the Unknown.

Chapter Four ... Where We Make You Feel Worse than at Home.

Chapter Five ... The Pumpkin, the Scarecrow and the Imperial Messenger.

Chapter Six ... Through Vampire's Den.

Chapter Seven ... The Mad King.

Chapter Eight... Home, Again.

The End.

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