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lagom | just the right amount

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: magic au, witch au, familiar au, shifter au status: ongoing started; 12.07.2018 completed; —

→ You’re a witch and Hoseok, a red fox shifter, is your familiar. A short series detailing some of the pivotal moments between you in your relationship.

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01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08 • 09 • 10 • 11 

Run Little Rabbit

; Wolf Shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit Shifter!Reader

; Genre: Smut, a little angst, a little fluff

; Word Count: 15.3k

; Warnings: Dom!Hobi, Sub!Reader, degrading talk, dirty talk, overstimulation, forced orgasms, impregnation kink, creampie, cumplay, knotting, possessive talk/behaviour, biting, rough sex, spanking, squirting, everything is consensual!

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

; Run Little Rabbit Trilogy

Run Little Rabbit

Daddy’s Little Peanut (no smut)

Big Bad Wolf

; RLR Drabbles

Choices

Concerns

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College is like a continuous circle of stress, tiredness, joy at getting a good grade before falling back into stress. It’s been like this for four years, and you’re beyond glad that this is your final year before you can finally be free of the confines of a classroom.

Your parents had already been querying whether you might want to continue on and do a master’s degree, considering your single history degree to not be good enough to get a good job. Which was ridiculous, because even though you weren’t sure what job you wanted - you were sure that history was the one subject that you hated the least out of everything.

So no, you would not be subjecting yourself to a further year of of stress and unhappiness. Particularly as you’d have even less chances to fail than you did in your four years of college until now. You and college hadn’t co-operated very well on the education front, so you really weren’t inclined to put yourself through even more. Probably the only saving grace of your college life had been your friends.

Coming from a small town like you had, you had never interacted with any predator shifters as they simply hadn’t existed in your town. Your town had consisted of the more fearful prey shifters and humans with the majority being either deer or rabbit shifters. Which was fine when you needed pleasant neighbours, but not so much for actually growing into a well rounded person.

As such, you’d grown up practically afraid of your own shadow and it had only been when you’d entered high school in the next town over that you’d finally been introduced to predators. Even so, they had only been dog and cat shifters. Back then it had been a point of pride that you’d got used to the dominance battles they had all the time, but entering college had been a shock to your system.

It had taken some serious convincing with your parents to let you attend the state college instead of the local community college in the city closest to you. You’d desperately wanted to experience the world outside of your insulated community, and the real world involved apex predators. If you couldn’t handle living and studying with them, then you could kiss goodbye to a job working with them.

Which of course meant you’d spent the first two months in college firmly inside your room, terrified to leave as you’d had a tiger shifter to your right and a wolf shifter to your left. It had only been a month after this that the wolf shifter, Jisoo, had dragged you out finally to try and convince you that she didn’t want to eat you.

Slowly becoming friends with her had meant becoming friends with her pack, who she had moved in with in her second year. You’d stayed in dorms for the whole four years, unable to find another prey shifter who was willing to live with you and unable to live with predators.

But her friends had proven to be nice and respectful, being careful to not play too rough or engage in too many dominance battles that would have you running away. If you’d told yourself five years ago that your best friends would be wolf shifters, you’d have laughed all the way home. Yet here you were, wedged between Jisoo, a black wolf, and your other best friend Jimin, a silver wolf.

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as soft as night breaks.

☾ in which you visit an old, long-dead acquaintance.

⤖ pairing: yoongi x reader

⤖ genre: ghost!au

⤖ word count: 2.1k

⤖ warnings: death mentions

⤖ author’s note: please enjoy a ghostly walk through the autumn woods ♡

The only thing that was truly certain was how enchanting the moonlight was.

It fell upon the crushed dirt and dried flowers with grace, kissing the earth with a silvery caress. It twirled through gaps in the lilac clouds and danced through the dark branches of the trees, spilled into the stream that flowed through the heart of the forest, stretched out in the grassy clearing. The moonlight was a living being, apparent by the wise forms it took and the precision of its knowledge. It always knew where to fall.

Nothing else rivaled the moonlight. There were no other constants that could even come close to comparing to it. Not the way that the cold autumn winds ground at your bones, not the way the clementine leaves grew sodden beneath light showers, not the way weak sunlight struggled to touch the dying foliage. Nature had plenty of tricks and secrets, but nothing could take away the moon.

The moon knew, above all else, when autumn had arrived. It was always at its strongest then, had not yet weakened from a long winter, had just been borne from the death of summer. It laid down upon the night and brought up ancient whispers of old tales, myths that were so ingrained in the forest itself that they had lost all words, had transformed into nothing more than the shifting of the trees. The moonlight awoke all realms that existed on the planet, from the darkest creatures lurking beneath the soil to the golden spirits that roamed the skies.

You knew this better than most. You had seen firsthand how moonlight could transform things; you had seen spectres of white light emerge from the brush, twisting into recognizably human shapes and drifting off to explore the world as spirits rather than people. The autumn moon brought out the most strange and wondrous spectacles, but most importantly, it brought out the ghosts.

Hands resting lightly in your lap, you focused on the sound of the lapping creek, on the faint whispers of spirits that tinged the air. The ghosts loved autumn. They liked to weave between the branches of bare trees and blend in with the shadows, but they were always there if you looked closely enough.

Night had fallen a few hours ago. Then, aided with nothing more than a lantern, you had slipped into the woods, deep within, but not so far as to reach the heart. That was a land you dared not cross; the heart of the forest belonged solely to the creek and the darkness. You had ventured there only once. The ominous dread that had swallowed your heart was enough to ensure you would never make a return trip. Instead, you lingered far beyond any trails, allowing your feet to guide you through grass until you reached a clearing by the creek.

The clearing was quiet, though there was the everlasting flow of the water and a light wind to rattle dead leaves. The silence was a gentle weight on your heart, not an absence of sound. It was a perfect place.

You watched the trees sharply, gaze trained on any slight movement. If you did not pay close enough attention, you would miss it. The ghosts blended in seamlessly with the movement of shadows; only if you caught them would they see you. Most of them had no interest in the matters of humans, but a few cared very much, and you happened to remember one.

The lantern flickered and you threw it a quick glance. A soft smile curled at your lips and you sat back, stretching your fingers out through the blades of grass.

“Hello.”

A gentle wave of pale brilliance, almost as silver as the moonlight, spilled out of the creek, glinting and shimmering in the shadows. It built up in thin webs, constructing a shape of a human until someone was standing right in front of you.

He was not as tangible as a living person was, but he was there, and he was so bright that it almost hurt to look at him. The gentle tan of his skin and the dark brown of his hair was in a film of a white haze. It almost appeared as though he was floating, despite his feet being planted firmly on the ground; tendrils of pale clouds swirled out from where he stood, then dissolved in a shower of luminescence. He regarded you quizzically, eyebrows mildly furrowed.

“I’ve seen you before,” he murmured, blinking. “I didn’t expect to ever see you again.”

The first time had been an accident. You vividly remembered stumbling into the forest for no reason other than feeling a blind instinct telling you that you had to. This particular ghost had been crouched by an old rotting log, illuminated by the moon, studying the trunk of a long-lost tree. You had met your first spirit one year ago and had been fascinated by them ever since.

“I had to see you again.”

He nodded slowly, as if memories were flooding back to him. “I remember you very well.”

You had never been afraid, particularly regarding him. “You were the first ghost I’d ever seen.”

“Yes,” he said faintly, then smiled. “I could tell.”

It was not the first time you had seen him smile, but it made you feel every bit as enraptured as if it was. The first time had been in these woods on the very first night. He had extended a hand to you and you had tentatively accepted it; his skin felt like cold silk, the scent of dried roses and lilacs had wafted up in the air around you.

“We spent quite the season together,” you said softly, a soft ache forming in your heart. You remembered those months with a quiet fondness that almost seemed to hurt more than they made you happy. For the rest of the year, you had been thinking about the boy who smiled at you with infinite kindness and tenderness, the boy who lived his death in the forest simply because he loved the way the trees looked in autumn and the way the creek always flowed, no matter what. The previous fall had been all about spending time with him, often in peaceful quiet as you wandered through the woods and explored in the moonlight. You had never been so in love with the world than when you saw it with him.

“We certainly did.” He paused for a moment, as if a thought was dancing on the edge of his mind. “You came back.”

You nodded slowly. “I couldn’t stay away. I waited for the rest of the year to see you again.”

“Has it really been a year already?” His voice carried through the air wistfully, nearly to the point of sadness. “It still feels like the beginning, to me. I don’t believe time has any meaning left— if it ever did.”

“The beginning?” You repeated. The clench of longing had begun to ease on your soul. You had slipped right back into old habits. You hung on his every word, not because you wanted to, but because every syllable, every tone of his voice commanded you to listen without him trying. He was curious, and he loved to muse, but he never demanded an audience. He was the most profound person you had ever known.

“The beginning, yes.” He looked past you, eyes softening. “The beginning of my death. I can’t remember how long it has been since it started.”

“Do you remember what it was like?”

He swallowed, then held out his hand. You took it in yours as you had done the very first night, relished in the familiar sensation of smooth, cold glass.

“Yes, I remember very well.” He began to walk without minding the direction; he knew where he was going without looking. “It was terribly lonely. I was not afraid, but I was so incredibly alone. I was alone for a long time before— well, before you. Death is a solitary journey.”

You nodded along, glanced over at him as he frowned and tried to piece through his own thoughts.

“I remember the emptiness,” he murmured, lost far away in an old memory. “There was an emptiness that replaced everything: my lungs, my heart, my soul. Before there was anything, there was nothing. I was nothing, I didn’t belong to anything else but to myself. I was alone, and then I was in this forest, a part of the creek, and I—” He paused to look contentedly at you. “I was something again. Death is not frightening because there is no room for you to feel anything; it is only what comes after that is beautiful.”

You knew that you could never truly understand the burden that tugged on his words until you had experienced death, but that did not stop you from feeling an overwhelming sense of grief.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. There was not much else to say in the matter.

His eyes, sharp and clear despite the haze of the rest of his demeanor, glimmered sadly as his lips curled into a faint smile. “Don’t be. Death comes for us all, but I have had a lovely time in it.” He paused for a moment, tilted his head. “Do you remember my name?”

You could never forget it. “Yoongi.”

Yoongi, the wistful spirit that flowed with the river, looked happy for the first time in a very long time. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You seem to have remembered a great deal.”

You grinned. “I remember everything.”

“Everything?” He looked up to the inky sky. “It was all I thought about while I was gone.”

“Where did you go?” When Yoongi had first disappeared, nowhere to be found in the shadows, you had been hurt, confused. But the moonlight had been different that evening, not nearly as thick and enchanting, and you had understood why he was gone. The moon had a great deal of power over the world.

“Nowhere,” he whispered; you became acutely aware of how his footsteps did not crunch a single leaf as he moved. The silence was whispering the truth. “When autumn passes, I do not cross back onto Earth. Only those who are desperate can cross back, those who have unfinished business to attend to. The ones who are content spend the next seasons away from here.”

You wondered what kind of place he went to, but that was surely another secret that only the dead knew the answer to.

Yoongi stopped and you halted beside him. For the first time, you noticed where you were.

You were in a mossy grove; brambles rose up on all sides, enveloping you in a cavern. No trees obscured the moon. The grass was soft, untouched, splashed in milky dewdrops. There was no commotion from the outside world; only the quiet song of the creek stirred the air. You had never ventured here before, and you could see why.

A feeling of peace, so deep and gaping that it swallowed you whole, closed around your heart. You had never been anywhere that was so unquestionably perfect, undisturbed by anything that was not pure. It was so catastrophically tranquil that you knew it was a land that humans should not touch, had never entered before.

“This is not the heart of the forest,” Yoongi murmured, voice like honeyed velvet in your ears, “but it is close.”

If you spoke, you feared that you would break the entire forest with a single syllable.

“I may not remember everything about being human, but I know that being here is the closest thing to feeling what it means to be dead in the fall.” He led you to the middle of the clearing, fingers woven together, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead that felt like starlight. “I’ll always be here, even when autumn ends. I never wanted to leave you to face your lifetime alone; you will never have to face the world by yourself, not even when you die.”

And the forest engulfed you in its shadows and its light, pulled you into its lungs and cradled you in the land that the dead ruled; the land that you had fallen in love with. And for all of its treacheries and deceits, a hand would always be there to guide you through the darkness, one that no longer knew what it meant to be human, but one that would hold you close and shield you from the worst fate of all in your journey to nowhere.

02:02

PARK JIMIN X READER

A/N: It’s now Tuesday, but I’m still in my soft Monday feels (who’s cares??) so that means you get some short and sweet Jimin.  Maybe my favourite Jimin I’ve written yet.

The sound of the rain lashing against the thin glass wakes you immediately. A gust of wind follows, causing you to shiver as you drag yourself from the warm bed sheets. Your eyes pass over the small alarm clock that sits on the bedside table.

‘Baby,’ Jimin groans, rolling over and swinging an arm against the empty bed space. ‘Come back to bed, it’s still early,’  

You giggle quietly as you reach out and close the window. ‘It’s two am,’ You answer, drawing the curtains.  

‘Then come back to bed,’ He scoffs as you feel for the bed in the darkness. Once found, you climb back in, pulling the duvet up to your neck to avoid the coldness of the room.  

‘Do you know that I love you?’ His voice is groggy as he quizzes you, his body shuffling closer. He leans forward and presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

‘Not really,’ You tease, squinting through the dark.

‘Oh, really?’ His breath is hot as it falls against your skin.  

You shrug your shoulders. ‘You may have mentioned it once or twice,’ You grin, aware that he couldn’t see.  

‘Where are you?’ He asks, his hand fumbling under the duvet.

‘I can’t see your face,’ You whisper, lifting your arms from under the covers. Your hand finds his face, his skin soft against your touch.

‘Please don’t poke me in the eyes,’ Jimin chuckles hoarsely, and you can feel the grin that is radiating off of his lips. Your fingers trail over his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and gradually meet his meet his mouth. Your fingertips linger over his chapped, winter-bitten lips for a short while, tracing them slowly. He parts them slowly as your hands fall to his chin, cupping his face before bringing it up to meet yours.

‘Cuddle me,’ Your words fall from your lips, and your heart thuds with Jimin being so close.  

‘I’d rather kiss you,’ He speaks, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.  

‘Then kiss me,’ You whisper as his arms wind around your waist.

He thrusts his lips against yours, and his hands settle on the small of your back as he holds you close. Your eyes flutter shut, your heart hammering as he kisses you harder. You feel a wave of warmth erupt through you as his hands roam over your back and then find your hair. He deepens the kiss, expertly using his tongue to part your lips. You pull away, your eyes slowly opening.  

‘Minutes ago, you were whining because it’s too early to be awake,’ You chuckle, shaking your head softly.  

‘Yeah,’ Jimin giggles, his fingers running through your hair. He plants a wet kiss on your forehead. ‘I am a little sleepy,’ His voice is gravelly as he speaks. He nestles back against the mattress, and you settle down upon his chest. He buries his face in your hair, and you giggle quietly as you wrap an arm around his waist. 

‘Love you,’ You say, just as Jimin pulls the covers over your bodies. 

‘I love you too, baby,’ He whispers, his arm snaking around your shoulder and holding you close.

Tagging: @kingsuckjin xx

40+15 from the new promts list with yoongi pretty please

I Bust the Windows Out Your Car (Yoongi x Reader)

Prompt request: “This was a dumb idea.” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” + “Because I love you!” 

Summary: Long story short, you’re trapped in Yoongi’s car and you need to escape. 

Word count: 804 words

“This was a dumb idea,” you grumbled, pulling yourself up from where you were lying on the floor of the car. 

How your stupid plan worked–you were baffled. In some ways, you wish it hadn’t worked at all. Because now you were trapped in your boyfriend’s car in the middle of nowhere.

A few weeks ago, you and your friend Taehyung thought it would be hilarious to prank Yoongi. He drove home from school every day, so Taehyung decided you would sneak into his car and hide in the backseat. Jump out and give him a good scare.

So you decided to play along. After school, Taehyung distracted Yoongi once he unlocked his car, and you slipped into the car without him noticing. Unfortunately, the drive to Yoongi’s house was longer than you expected, and you ended up falling asleep on the way there.

Thus, you missed the opportunity to give Yoongi a jump-scare. Around two hours after school ended, you woke up, completely disoriented, on the floor of Yoongi’s car. 

And that’s where you were now. 

You rubbed your hand over your face tiredly. Yoongi’s car was fairly small and quite old. It wasn’t that clean, either, but at least it didn’t smell. You were pretty sure the car was still alarmed despite its age, and you worried that if you opened the door, the car would start blaring.

It had happened to you before.

“I’m going to kill Tae,” you hissed, reaching for your phone you kept in your back pocket. You pressed the power button, but your screen didn’t illuminate. Dead. “Fuck my life.”

You glanced around the car, looking for an escape. You figured that if there really was no way out, you could honk the horn and notify Yoongi of your shame. But he would make fun of you forever–or be really mad–so you decided to escape stealthily.

Suddenly, your eyes jumped to the window. The car was old as fuck! It still had window cranks!

You almost shouted with glee. Scrambling to one of the side doors, you began to roll down the window. It took great strength–it wasn’t something you had down in years. Modern technology, you know. 

Eventually, it was all the way down. You paused, unsure of how to approach it. You pondered putting your legs through first, but you didn’t have the upper body strength to propel yourself through the window. Headfirst it was.

Unceremoniously, you dove out of the window. Your upper body went tumbling out, and your legs flipped over as you tumbled to the ground. You landed on your back with a loud thud, the breath rushing out of you.

“Ouch,” you groaned, sitting up slowly.

“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” a voice suddenly called out.

You screamed, then slapped your hand over your mouth. Glancing up, you saw Yoongi casually leaning through his bedroom window. 

“Uh, because I love you?” you replied, trying to keep the guilt out of your voice.

“Really,” Yoongi responded, his eyebrow raised and his entire face saying, ‘you’re an idiot if you think I believe you.’

“Taemademedoit!” you admitted, throwing your hands up in defeat. 

“What?” Yoongi called down.

“Taehyung, your friend, made me do it!” you yelled. “He was mad that you wouldn’t let Soonshim play with Holly last weekend. Tae promised me food if I pranked you.”

That part was a lie. Taehyung was offended by the whole dog thing, though.

“Is that so,” Yoongi responded, unimpressed. 

“You’re not upset, are you?” you asked nervously. You stood up awkwardly, brushing the dirt off your jeans.

“No,” Yoongi replied eventually. “Just in disbelief that I’m dating such an idiot.”

“Excuse me?” you spluttered, narrowing your eyes at Yoongi. You were ready to go off.

“You think I didn’t see you in the car?” Yoongi laughed. “If you didn’t notice, the car is tiny.”

“What!?” you exclaimed. “You knew I was in there? Why did you leave me in there for an extra hour then?”

“I dunno,” Yoongi shrugged. “Thought it was kinda funny. Wasn’t sure what you would do. Good idea with the window, by the way. My alarm doesn’t work, though, so you could have just opened the door.”

“You want to fight, Min Yoongi?” you demanded, stomping your foot. “That was so stressful!”

“Then don’t sneak into my car next time,” Yoongi smirked. He paused for a moment. “Since you’re here, wanna come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied.

In a few moments, Yoongi opened the front door and beckoned you inside. When you leapt into his arms and sent both of you tumbling to the ground, Yoongi realized he was already accustomed to your wild antics. He wasn’t going to tell you that, though.

He was just the kind of guy who liked seeing you get nervous. 

- Girl in Luv

Oh my gOD I RETIRE I’VE DONE PROMPT #15 ONE MILLION TIMES. How many window-climbing situations can I think of? And how come Armygirl doesn’t get any window prompts? #injustice. But more seriously, thanks for requesting I don’t really mind writing the window-climbing prompt. I hope you enjoyed this one! Happy reading 🤓

moon magic | jhs

✩ — pairing: hoseok x reader ✩ — genre: mermaid au, pirate au, magic au, fluff ✩ — words: 33.8k+ (a part of me died. this is a horcrux now) ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — warnings: uh minor dismemberment (a hand, belonging to a bad guy), otherwise its kind of just soft and gooey and magical… lord help me ✩ — notes: very very very VERY VERY LATE birthday fic for miss @readyplayerhobi !!! i’m so sorry it’s so late tali !!! and so sorry it’s such a monster, this was meant to be around 20k max and here i am completely out of control and barely sane kjfnldkffljdb i hope its not too disappointing!! (also fair warning; i didnt get to completely finish skimming this so some typos may be present dnjhbg)

You’ve never paid much mind to the moon, but you quickly learn that even though you’ve never really thought of the her, she has always watched over you. What better to heal an grieving heart, than the luminous, rippling magic of the moon? And maybe a merman, or two. You know, for good measure.

— posted; 13.07.2019

In all honesty, you’ve never really paid much mind to the moon.

It is something that is ever-present— yet also something that can wax, illuminating the earth beneath its majesty, and wane, robbing the skies of the orb that bathes the landscape in a silver glow. To the normal civilian, the moon is likely a symbol of beauty and the unknown, or perhaps just something the odd commoner didn’t spare even a second thought. You don’t normally pay much mind to the moon, except to admire it. You don’t think you’ve ever held the silver sun in any sort of contempt, until now, that is. The moon is decidedly bright tonight, which under other circumstances might normally make you smile, but actually serves to be more of an inconvenience on this eve in particular than anything.

It’s awfully hard to slink through the night and assassinate someone when the moon eliminates the security and comfort that the usual deep shadows the night-time hours provide, after all.

You admit that as far as assassination attempts go, this one is pretty poorly timed. You’re not entirely to blame though—this wasn’t your first choice by far. You like to think you’re a bit more conniving than that. No, your carefully plotted and thought-out schemes were suddenly pushed way ahead of schedule only yesterday when, to your complete and utter alarm, the subject of those plots and schemes was reported to be only a town away down the coastline. You’re quick on your feet, and you knew immediately upon hearing it that this meant the despicable Pirate Lord you’ve been tracking for the better half of your adult life would be passing the town you’re residing in within the next day. You were right, as expected, and had proven yourself unable to resist the opportunity that had presented itself so easily and readily to you. You expected to spend many months more tracking the elusive pirate, but he’s gone and sailed right into your waiting arms! It’s as though the universe is giving you the go-ahead, and you can’t even think of resisting the temptation of this golden opportunity when the thing you’ve wanted most since you were a mere seventeen years old is so close, so near your greedy clutches.

So, you decided after minimal deliberation that come nightfall the next day, you were going to head out and embark on your long-awaited goal to kill the Pirate Lord Ezra. Hence, here you are, currently trying to sleuth through the night and fulfil a desire for revenge that has had years to simmer, bubble and brew into something ugly and all-consuming to its core. You aren’t proud of the way the anger and hate has clung so firmly to the root of your being all these years, but at this point… you don’t really have anything else to live for. If you weren’t living your life planning this act of vengeance, then what would you be doing?

The reason you spent years plotting and perfecting the best way to fulfil this burning need for revenge, was because the initial act that incurred your wrath cost you your family. You have no one, and if you don’t cling to this and let it bind your being together, then what is stopping you from crumbling to dust and floating to the abyss? You don’t want to ponder it and don’t often entertain the thought, because the answer…

The answer is nothing, and that is exactly why you are here—scaling the side of the large, looming ship that belonged to the pirate that had wronged you so.

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