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miss taken.

↳ you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ fluff | smut | teacher!au | single parent!au | e2l ◇ 20.3k [1/1]

❛❛ our kids are bitter rivals and the only time we ever meet is when we’re both called to the principal’s office and whatever maybe i think you’re kind of cute but your kid’s a monster and ALSO someone keeps buying the last everything bagel at my favorite coffee shop 2 minutes before i get there in the morning and has heard about my plight and has started leaving me bragging notes about it ❜❜

notes: fic number two in the serendipity series is here at last!!! this took me like a million and a half years to finish because Real Life happened but here we finally are! also, i changed the type of bagel that the story is centered around, because i honestly didn’t come to like everything bagels until relatively recently and i will still only eat it if it’s part of a bagel sandwich because? just having cream cheese or whatever on an everything bagel feels kind of unhinged to me! but that’s neither here nor there and no one is here for my bagel opinions so! hope you enjoy the story!!! 💕

⇢ series masterlist. | inspired by this post.

warnings: dilf!jk, some kissing and hand stuff, ✨sexual tension✨ but nothing too terribly explicit tbh

Silence has never sounded louder. 

You drum your fingers against the armrest of your chair, nails clacking against the cheap plastic. On the wall, the second hand of the clock completes yet another revolution, and you glance over when your companion sighs, plucks off her reading glasses, and sets them down on the desk beside the placard that houses her title: Principal Pamela Baker, Hybe Academy

A woman nearing her fifties, Pam has sandy blonde hair cut into a neat bob and an enviable ability to pull off any lipstick color, no matter how bold. You’re lucky enough to call her both a friend and a mentor, and when she mutters a curse under her breath, you chuckle. “Late again,” she huffs, offering you a wry smile before leaning back in her seat and casting her gaze skyward. “Typical.”

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covenant.

↳ your best friend’s engagement forces you to reevaluate your own feelings.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | angst | werewolf!au | f2l!au ◇ 16.4k [1/1]

 arguably also an arranged marriage!au, ft. kinda sorta dumbasses to lovers? a very, very late bday fic for the most beautiful man in the universe and my favorite funky lil dancer. ♡

notes: i started this in my drafts well over three months ago and all it said was “this ain’t gonna be on time for hobi’s bday i can feel it” and damn if past!me wasn’t right on the money!!! this has undergone three edits, going from 14.6k to 16.4k somehow, and i am going to lose my whole damn mind if i don’t just post it so here it is! hope you enjoy!

warnings: dom!hobi, alpha!hobi, bit of dirty talk, oral (f receiving), some grinding against hobi’s thigh, knotting, hobi’s got a big dick idk, also he’s in heat!!! but things eventually get really soft bc i love him and am a Soft Bitch™ 🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s going to rain.

You can smell it in the air and feel the damp chill against your skin, permeating through every layer of your clothing. The surrounding forest and all its occupants seem to be collectively holding their breath, waiting for the first drops to come. Even your footsteps, soft as they are against the loamy earth, sound much too loud in the hush that’s fallen. Dark clouds gather overhead, looming like an omen, and you silently reach into your purse to check that the umbrella you’d stowed this morning is still there. Vaguely, you wonder if it’s big enough for two.

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iridescence.

↳ he colors your life from day one.

hoseok x reader fluff | angst | soulmate!au 7.2k [1/1]

notes: so i’ve been stupidly busy this weekend but i promised myself i would get this damn fic out before february 18 is over in my timezone even if i fucking died trying so. here it is. [sidenote: i still can’t believe it didn’t occur to me to write a birthday fic for hobi until literally ten days before. i’ll be more on top of things for yoongi’s birthday. hopefully.]

but anyway. happiest of birthdays to our sun, jung hoseok! this is so fucking soft and a little angsty and honestly i just love hoseok? so much? he deserves the whole damn universe. 

You are twenty-three when color finally begins to seep into the monotonous gray of your world. Brown becomes the first shade you see, rich and dark and alluring. 

At first glance, the sight doesn’t register—the blistering heat of the paper cup in your hand distracts you from the way color floods the coffee within, trickling across the circular expanse. And then you think that maybe it’s a trick of the light, or some kind of hallucination. Maybe you’re having a stroke. 

In the next second, you are gasping, your coffee cup falling to the ground and spilling everywhere. But you can’t be bothered with the wet mess or the grumbling people queued behind you in the café, because you can only stare at the young man behind the counter, his twinkling eyes the same warm shade of brown as the puddle of coffee on the floor. He is looking at you in dazed amazement, as if he can’t quite believe that you’re real. But when you remain rooted firmly in place, a dazzling smile spreads across his face. “It’s you,” he breathes, his tone bordering on reverent. 

Your gaze flickers down to the badge pinned to his chest, taking in the loops and curves that make up his name. “Hoseok,” you murmur, tongue curling around each syllable. “Hoseok.” 

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polaris.

↳ somehow, someway, he always returns to you.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | smut | time traveler!au ◇ 11.5k [1/1]

⇢ shoutout to the lovely and talented @whimsicalliethereal, who made this stunning moodboard! thank you so much, cara ♡ 

notes: omfg planning and writing this fic was the biggest headache, but it’s finally done! i’ve been editing this thing for the past seven hours and i am going to lose my mind if i have to stare at it anymore, so here it is. i’m hoping it’s not super confusing, but please do drop me an ask if you have questions!

happiest of birthdays to the brightest, most beautiful man in the whole world!!!

warnings: some smutty stuff.

[You are 8, he is 11]

The world is small when you’re a child. At the ripe young age of eight, your entire world stretches not far beyond the little grassy yard in front of your house and your favorite swing on the school playground, and the most important problem you’re currently facing is whether or not you will be sitting with your best friend during lunchtime on Monday. With the way Namjoon is so blatantly skipping out on your scheduled playdate today, you’re pretty sure that leaving him to sit by himself for the next week would be entirely justified on your part. Maybe even the next month, if you decide you’re feeling particularly vengeful.

Pouting, you open the front door and gaze longingly at the sidewalk leading up to your house. It’s approaching three-thirty by this point, and there’s still absolutely no sign of your best friend. Hopefully, you peer down both sides of the street, craning your head to see if you can spot Namjoon’s dark head of hair bobbing your way. He only lives two blocks away, after all. But the sidewalks are empty, and he is nowhere to be found.

Stupid Namjoon, you think to yourself. There’s no way he’s going to have the pleasure of your company at lunchtime now. No way.

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