A Fanciful Affair

A Fanciful Affair

Description: Your sister is getting married, so naturally you are the Maid of Honor in the wedding party. To your surprise, your opposite equal - the groom’s Best Man - is a previous fling whom you would have rather never encountered again, so it must be the “love in the air” that makes you agree to round two.

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst, Smut

Format: Female Reader’s POV

Word Count: 9.5k

Rating: Mature

Warnings & Features: profanity; mentions of sibling favoritism; mentions of societal/parental pressures; pessimistic views towards marriage; graphic sexual content [mentions of drunken sex, tiniest mention of a beastiality-like situation (like probably not even worth bringing up in my warnings, but just in case), light foot play, fingering, cunnilingus, public sex]

Author’s Note: I don’t even want to know how many times I used the word ‘smile’ or any sort of synonym in this. Don’t expect this level of sweetness in any of my future fics. Hobi just brings it out in me (’cause, you know, biased and all). :’) Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And thank you for reading! ❤

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“I’m on my way right now.”

That part is essentially true.

“Yeah, l’m in the car.”

That part is a downright lie.

“Yes! Stop worrying so much. I mean, it’s just the rehearsal, isn’t it?”

It takes two heartbeats for you to realize your mistake, at which point your heart stops and you halt all movement. You close your eyes and silently curse your loose lips. You hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud - it just slipped.

Detonation imminent in

3…

2…

1…

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Yes, Oppa

Hoseok Genre: Smut Word Count: 3430-ish When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?

A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.

You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.

Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.

And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.

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shades of wrong (m)

Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU  Word Count: 17,321 Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!

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No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.

And you absolutely despise him for it.

Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.

Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.

It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.

When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.

But they’re wrong.

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2000/10 👌👌

masterlist.

bold- personal favourites 

✓ completed 

✐ ongoing

copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. doing so will be considered as plagiarism and appropriate action will be taken. 

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Updated 02/07/18

OK so we know your fave enemies to lovers fic, but do you have a top 10 (or more)???? Not mxm though :D I live for this stuff~~~

ok i literally have a google doc open right now of all of the enemies to lovers fics/rivals (i just lumped them together tbh) i can think of that i’ve read that have left a lasting impression on me. let’s get into this shit. hope this is what you’re looking for, anon. i won’t be doing fic recs like this again, for the sake of my own sanity and time.

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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 | Reader  Genre: Fluff/Angst; College/Fake Dating AU  Word Count: 16,339

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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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