pocket ghosts

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Day 123 - Goloog / ゴルーグ / Golurk (Shiny)

Prologue (translated from an ancient language):

To you, Mysterious Automaton, in the future.

You came to us in our darkest hour and risked your well being to end our suffering. We have not seen anything like you before. You never woke from your slumber so we built a small shrine for you to sleep in. When you do wake, we would like you to know that we owe our lives to you. So we will protect and cherish your home like you protected ours. Thank you.

Switching Sides

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3542

Warning: NSFW (18+)

Prompt #20: Are you trying to seduce me by anonymous

Author’s Note: A big thank you to @mf-despair-queen for helping me with the plot cause I had no fucking clue, lol. Also, a thank you to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me! Enjoy!


Originally posted by tetheredbanshee


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The Tenth Floor pt6

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5


“You’re going to get me fired.” You hissed as Taehyung made his way over to your desk. You could feel eyes on you as he approached, and you wanted nothing more than for him to turn around and leave

“Why do you think that?” He asked innocently, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of you. 

“Look, Taehyung–just.” You couldn’t quite figure out what you were trying to say to him, too bewildered at his sudden appearance. “If you want to talk, we’ll talk. But not here–”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow as you spoke, his head tilting to the side. “While I do want to talk to you, that isn’t why I’m here.”

“What?” You said weakly, feeling your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “Why then?” 

“I’m here to see Min Yoongi.” Taehyung replied, holding up a suitcase as some kind of proof. “I have some questions.” 

Questions. Namjoon said Taehyung would ask questions, and he was right. 

“About?” You prompted.

“I don’t think that concerns you.” Taehyung stood. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” 

“You can’t just walk in there!” You objected, hurrying in front of him. “I’ll… Tell Yoongi you’re here. Wait outside.” 

Taehyung being there wasn’t good. Yoongi didn’t like him, so not only would seeing his face likely put him in a bad mood, if Taehyung said anything about you, you were as good as fired.

You knocked only once on Yoongi’s door before stepping inside, and unsurprisingly Yoongi didn’t look up from what he was typing. “Kim Taehyung is here to see you.” You said, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. Yoongi looked up at that, glancing from you to over your shoulder. Taehyung had followed you into the office, and was standing there with a smile. 

“I’m busy.” Yoongi said after a moment, looking back at his computer. “Tell him he’ll have to wait.” 

You realized after a second that you were actually expected to relay the message, and turned awkwardly towards Taehyung. “He says he’s busy at the moment, but I can look at his schedule and set you up an appointment.”

Taehyung looked from where Yoongi sat typing back to you. “Tell him that whatever he’s doing can wait, I have matters to discuss with him.” 

Yoongi snorted, but didn’t respond. Taehyung nodded for you to tell Yoongi, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. This was absurd. “Taehyung says that it’s important.” You abbreviated, knowing that Yoongi had heard full well what Taehyung said.

“Tell him I said too bad.” 

You sighed, looking back to Taehyung. “He says–” 

“I heard what he said.” Taehyung snapped. “Look Min. I know you’re a busy man, but so am I. So take fifteen minutes to answer my questions, or answer to the board.” 

“Is that a threat?” Yoongi sat back in his chair, studying Taehyung with a slight smile on his mouth. He thought this was fun, you picked up somewhat belatedly. 

“More of a fact.” Taehyung sat down across from Yoongi. “Now lets talk business, shall we?” 

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DannyMay Day Fifteen: Lost/Hidden

…It was so surreal. To think that something like this is just floating here. It was beautiful. Here in this hidden pocket of the Ghost Zone was paradise.

He finally felt at peace with the world.

He was on the run again. Battered and bruised, most definitely bleeding. Probably a few broken bones. Skulker had more than one upgrade this time. He was totally caught off guard. He was sleep deprived, exhausted, probably delusional too. When was the last time he ate? He can’t remember. The world is spinning too fast.

Sam and Tucker were away on their own family summer vacations. Jazz was doing some college internship deal. Valerie was visiting her grandmother out of state. Mom and Dad went to a ghost hunting convention. They reasoned he was old enough to stay home and not trash the place. He was holding down the fort alone.

Smearing red and green blood on the brick wall, he stopped to catch his breath. A luxury he couldn’t afford. He couldn’t hear anything over his ragged breathing. Everything was coming in and out of focus. The metallic taste in his mouth the only think keeping him grounded. He falters. Face connects with the concrete.

He looks up. Skulker smirks. He can see his lips move but can’t hear the words. It sounds like he’s under water. Gun pointed at his head Skulker crouches, picks him up and holds him by the neck. He can’t move a muscle. He’s so tired. His eyes are drooping. Skulker laughs.

Just as he’s about to pull the trigger a portal rips open behind the hunter and a big clawed hand strikes fast and hard. A gaping hole in the middle of his metal body. Malfunctioning he lets go. Hitting the floor and slumping against the wall he can only stare at the scene. Skulker’s body is being turned to scrap metal. Another portal opens and the giant beast tosses the little blob in. The big hulking shadow turns, he almost cries in relief.

Wulf gently helps him sit up. He can’t make his voice work. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. Wulf sees his struggle and assures him it’s fine. He says he’s come to help. With his neon green claws he opens up a portal. Gently picking him up as to not jostle his injuries he jumps in. That’s the last thing he remembers before everything went black.

He finally wakes up when did he fall asleep? and tries to sit up. Regret. Pain. Nope. He lays back down. The grass feels nice and soft. His eyes droop closed again. GRASS!? He snaps his eyes open and sits ramrod straight. Beholding the sight before him he’s convinced he’s fully dead.

Lush green grass as far as the eye can see. Wild flowers of every kind growing everywhere. A small brook babbles on some distance away. The air smells so fresh he can’t…he looks up. Ok. He’s in the Ghost Zone. The green swirling “sky” gives it away. He turns at the footsteps.

Wulf. He hands over what looks like grilled fish and water. He accepts gratefully. Devouring the fish like his hasn’t eaten in days. Actually now that he thinks about it that could be true. He asks where they are. Wulf says it’s his lair. He stares. This beautiful little slice of peace and tranquility is Wulf’s lair.

Wulf tells him that he can stay as long as he likes. He’s always welcome. He asks how something like this is possible. All the other Lairs he’s seen are a bit more gothic looking…except the Far Frozen and Pandora. Wulf explains that a Ghost’s lair is a representation of their deepest wishes. His wish is to be free. What better place to be free than an open meadow.

That makes sense. He lies back down. Vaguely realizing his wounds have been bandaged. He feels so at peace. He’s glad he’s found a place he can just relax. Take a breath. Let go. His eyes begin to droop again. He falls asleep with a content smile on his face.

“Sleep well mio amiko, you earned it”