#but ive been clean for so long :/ so it’d be such a huge step back sbsbsbs

[rotshop]

get prankt this isn't an angst fic lol ,,

ANYWAY ,, i realized earlier that i could've just been calling 'auditor reader' employer reader this whole time and then i had a funny silly goofy little idea and now we r here,,,lol,,, ill proof read this later but i did this in one go no breaks so . help.

I might continue this later so!! consider this a sort of 'introduction' if u will,,

note ; auditor uses he / she / they pronouns in this bc ive decided im just going to push my propaganda onto all of you <333 also Hank uses he / they / xe

tw ; dissociation, dereality, some light body horror

Bloody Management

"This is out of your jurisdiction. You've wasted enough time here," you seethed dryly, staring down at the shorter being. "You've made no progress and have only proved your operation to be a strain on our relations and resources."

"Out of MY jurisdiction? YOU'VE never even been there before! You think you can just storm in and suddenly kick me out of my own work?" Auditor shot back, hands slamming down on the mahogany desk in front of her.

"Yes, actually, I do," you snapped, eyes narrowing. "I think you're forgetting just who you're speaking to. You've let this drag on for far too long and your ego has grown in tandem with its pointlessness."

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continued. "Look, I understand. You put effort and thought into this little pet project of yours, but the results have all proven zilch. You fucked up, that's fine, but you can't keep meddling with this reality in hopes something will suddenly work again! All you're doing is tearing and poking holes the rest of us will have to deal with later."

"If you just gave me a little more time I could-"

"We've been giving you time. We've given you more time than we've ever given any project like yours," you gave a desperate look, "It's over. You tried and we tried, there's nothing that can be done. If you just worked with us then we could help you."

There was a long silence as they faltered, hands falling into their lap as their gaze followed, landing on the floor.

"And what happens to my Nevada?"

"We'll try and clean it up again. Return it to..some sort of normalcy," you hummed, "Though, with some of those tears in the fabric it'll take a bit longer than anticipated. That..clown, is proving to be rather difficult."

You paused, grin finding it's way onto your face.

"It's been tricky, if you will."

"Not the time."

You gave a 'tsk' in response, shrugging lightly, "I don't regret it."

"You'll be going back to our depths, effective immediately. While this project was a failure, we're still curious to see if there's anything else that can be done in a different time and place."

"And what about you? Are you going to sit all pretty in this fake office for the rest of eternity?" She questioned sarcastically, eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"God, I wish. I mean, seriously, you have no idea how nice it is to have some peace and quiet after dealing with that fuckin' office."

With a dry snicker and -presumably- an eye roll, they finally stood accepting their defeat.

"I presume I'll be seeing you?"

"If your little posse doesn't cause me too much trouble, yes."

"Have fun with that, I do hope it's as grueling as possible," he hummed, turning and striding towards the door to nothing.

"Thanks, was nice seeing you too."

The door peering to the void shuts soundlessly.

.

.

.

"Was the pun really that bad?.."

---

"What do you mean they're just neutral suddenly? It's not like they all just suddenly unionized or sum' shit! There's gotta be something going on," Deimos groaned, irritation dragging onto him and clinging desperately.

"Well- What do you want me to say! I'm just as confused as you are," Sanford huffed back over comms, making a vague gesture with no audience.

Hank stood in the other room, staring down at the few agents that were on their knees with their hands held tight behind their heads. They'd made no attempt to attack Sanford and xem, simply staring in a bit of surprise when the two'd busted in. It'd completely thrown the raid off, leaving them both in a state of stunned confusion. The agent that they'd asked about the sudden change in demeanor just gave some shaky shrug, stammering out that they'd all received an order to not attack under any circumstances from some unknown contact. 'They really just listen to anyone then?..'

It was hard to believe, hard to find any reason or meaning in that lead to any conclusive endings. Which, had lead to a small dispute going nowhere and fast. Hank only picked up on little parts of it, the words being muffled and distorted through the wall. Xe didn't really have much interest in getting a clearer reading of it though, it didn't sound like it meant much.

"Look, I'm just going to try and look for any documents or actual recordings of this apparent 'ghost order,' alright?..." A pause. "Deimos? Are you there? Shit- Of course the line dies now of all times."

The line wasn't dead. It was somewhere else, some-when else.

---

The ground felt cold.

.

.

No, was it warm?

Wait- No no no, it wasn't warm..

.

.

.

Was it even the ground?

.

.

Did it even matter?

.

Deimos could fuzzily recall it. Arguing with Sanford over the line. The points he made exactly didn't seem to ring through the fog of confusion and numb in his mind. Something about the Auditor, the agents, blah bla..something.

He'd been making to say something else when he'd seen it, something off in the corner of his eye. It wasn't anything huge, if you asked him he wouldn't even be able to tell you what it was. There was something wrong, but there wasn't. The ground was cold, but it was warm.

Something was wrong.

Everything is fine.

He'd turned around, looking around for whatever in his vision wasn't right.

That's rude to say, you know.

He'd never found it, something reaching from the depths to grab him.

You're making me sound awfully cruel.

With a groan, he picked himself up off the ground to observe his surroundings. White and black stretched infinitely around him, the 'ground' underneath him was the deepest of not-color while the 'sky' was its blinding twin. A building stood in front of him, a mix of ivory and ink twisted to form its structure. The door faced him, standing tall and straight as a soldier in spite of how tilted and off the world felt.

Before he could even really register it, something was pulling him up off the floor. There were no hands or strings physically attached, nothing sticking from him to drag into the infinite beyond his comprehension, no no. It was something quiet, a ghost or a whisper in his mind that pulled him through the ocean and to shore. The door grew larger- closer. His mind grew blanker. His hand twisted the knob.

Color flooded into his vision finally, the room in front of him coated in it graciously. The floors were a velvet carpeting, a wine red that felt of lavish and glitzy. The walls were lined in bookshelves, each filled to the brim with titles somewhere between poetry and latin white noise where imagination fell. At the head of the room stood a desk, polished mahogany standing tall and still, frozen indefinitely in time. Behind it, you.

Me.

Once again, he was pulled forward. Each step fell in front of the other, unsure of weight behind them and noise that followed suite. He felt half there. Half of a man and half of a void. It was..something.

Not pleasant, not bad.

The ground wasn't cold, wasn't warm.

It just was.

He finds himself meeting your gaze as he plops down into one of the seats in front of you. He finds his neck straining and bowing under phantom limbs that aren't there. He finds his eyes training on yours which stare back pointedly, finds himself between hot and cold. He finds himself sitting down before you as he watches from the window.

There's no window in the room.

"You must be so confused."

Your voice is in front of him, right? That's where you are, so your voice should be coming from there. It isn't though. It's around him somewhere. Even as you tilt your head to the side the noise of your own voice doesn't seem to follow it.

"Don't think too much on this all, alright?"

You mutter something. 'These grunts really weren't made for this- to be here. I'm surprised he even woke up.'

Someone nods in agreement.

"Wh..who are you?"

Is that his voice? It is. It has to be, it fell from his own mouth. He barely even felt it move. Is it his mouth? It has to be.

You pause for a moment, seemingly caught off guard. He doesn't know if its because he spoke or because of what he asked. Nobody clarifies.

"Why don't you call me [name]? That'll be easiest for you. I do apologize for dragging you here rather than appearing there," you hum, leaning forward on your desk. "I just wanted to make sure we had the utmost privacy."

I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be able to forget.

"Now, Deimos," is that his name? "I need to tell you something, I have to work on restoring things for you, so I can't deliver this message to everyone myself in the most..effective of ways. You won't mind filling your friends in for me, right?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His tongue is lead and his mouth is stuck shut, if he opens it will surely be left that way for the rest of infinity- for the rest of this place, this time. Someone says yes in his voice.

"Good. Now, try to listen carefully..."

---

He wakes up on sand. He's sitting up quickly, stilted as his mind finds his body. His tongue is lighter, teeth separated once more as his jaws are their own entities again. The cliff is still under him, wind passing by him peacefully. The horizon stretches infinite.

The ground is warm, there's no mistaking it.

"Deimos? Are you there?"

He pauses briefly.

"I need to tell you guys something."

#deimos x reader #SORTA??????? #I MEAN. U GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS HIS ASS SO LIKE. TAKE THAT AS U WILL... #idk he's definitely in gay love w/ you but like in that 'aha hey bestie what if we kisses and you were a cosmic horror :flushed:' #madness combat imagines #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader #auditor reader #employer reader #<- gonna be usin that tag too now ig??

[jungshookz]

ok but like what if jungkook and y/n are at a hockey match and a kiss cam lands on them but they're both strangers

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: biRTHDAY-themed fluff that is so utterly sweet you will undoubtedly get like ten cavities after reading this; tae demolished a whole serving of cheesy fries and he’s not feeling so good mr stark; namjoon & y/n bond over the fact that they just don’t get hockey   

➺ wordcount: 4.6k

➺ note: happy birthday to the man that not only owns my heart but also my whOLE ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my goD i love him!!!!!!!!!!!! u ruin my life but also make it ten times better!!!!!!!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

                                      ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“remind me again why jimin couldn’t come with you instead?” you scowl when someone bumps into you from behind and you instinctively reach down to pull your purse to your front

…what??

you haven’t cashed in your latest paycheque and you don’t want anyone steaLing your hard-earned money

you stumble into tae’s back when someone knocks into you again

you would think that people would have the common decency to be a little more polite but no

this is so not your scene

plus you saw an army of ants feasting on the carcass of a cockroach in the washroom and you immediately hightailed it ouT of there

your bladder is just going to have to wait til you return to safety of your own toilet

tae told you he’d be happy to chug down a gallon of soda and give you the cup to pee in and you nearly considered it because that would probably be cleaner than the washrooms here

“because- yeah, two forks, please - because he had some dumb work thing that he couldn’t skip out on and i wasn’t going to waste my front row tickets!” tae scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world

well

that’s fair, you suppose

“you really couldn’t invite anybody else? i was your next choice?” you cling to the back of tae’s jersey because everyone keeps shoving into you and you feel like you’re going to be carriEd away by a hoard of sweaty hockey fans if you don’t hold on to something

you don’t mean to sound ungrateful because it is really nice of taehyung to have invited you to this apparently suPer big-deal of a hockey game (you’re pretty sure the fans here would rip each other apart to get their hands on a front row ticket) but like ?///???

you aren’t exactly a super enthusiastic sports person

sure, you’ll watch a couple matches if it’s on the tv while you’re cleaning up your apartment or if you just need some noise in the apartment but it’s not something that you actively seek out to watch

if anything you’re 100% more likely to watch spongebob squarepants over a sports game

you just don’t see the appeal of watching grown men (anD women! ur a feminist! girls are great!) gliding around on ice clickity-clacking a tiny puck here and there with wooden sticks while very aggressively shOving into each other at the same time  

also the names of the hockey teams are always so dumb

you could probably come up with a better hockey team name because all you have to do is pick an adjective and then pick an animal

the screaming giraffes

the wailing whales

the condescending toads

you would pay good money to watch a match between the screaming giraffes and the wailing whales

you’re not sure if the condescending toads would make a good name now that you think about it  

“aw, c’mon! it’s not like you had any other plans, anyways.” tae raises a brow at you and you immediately scoff

he has a good point.,.,., but stiLL

“i totally had plans!”

“ordering a party sized serving of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and watching netflix doesn’t count as plans.”

…okay anoTHer good point

the seats that you guys got are actually pretty good

you’re located right in the middle so you get an equal view of the goal on the right and the goal on the left

it’s not like you’re going to be paying attention to the game but still

very nice!

“can you believe we only had to pay $5 for all of this?” tae laughs lightly in disbelief as he rubs his hands together and looks down at the foot-long hot dog sitting on his lap

“…it should be concerning that we got all of this for $5.” you mutter under your breath and stare down at the plastic-looking cheese smothered over the fries

you told tae not to go overboard with the food but of course he didn’t listen to you which is why you guys are sharing a foot-long chilli cheese dog anD an extra large order of chilli cheese fries and a slurpee served in a literal bucket

usually you’d be down to inhale all of this but uh

you don’t want to sound snooty or anything but you saw one of the employees accidentally drop an entire bag of cheese into the pot before quickly fishing it out with their bare hands and you’re pretty sure that’s a health code violation

you mentioned it to tae and he said it wasn’t a big deal and- well, he’s already starting to scarf down the hot dog

side note

these fries are actually really good

you stab a few more of them with your fork before shovIng the biteful into your mouth and gently dabbing some cheese sauce off your chin with your napkin

just because you’re starving doesn’t mean all your manners are going to fly out the damn window

you didn’t eat breakfast this morning so this is a great first meal

“vou know what fhe beft part iv of sitting in the front?” tae asks through a faT mouthful of hot dog and you immediately wince in respond

men are disgusting

“what?” you reach over to wipe tae’s mouth with a napkin because both his hands are occupied by the almost offensively large hotdog

he swallows his bite before licking some chilli from the corner of his mouth

again

men are disgusting

“sometimes the hockey players get sLammed right up against the protective shield right in front of us.” tae gestures to the clear plastic panels separating the crowd from the rink “and if you’re really lucky, you get to see someone lose a tooth or something!”

you immediately make a face

“wha- how is that-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” you glance over for a second when someone quite literally scReams out loud for their friend

and then you’re turning to face tae again

“as i was saying,” you pause for a brief second when tae reaches over to take the fries from you, “how the hell is that the best part about sitting in the fr-“

you jump in surprise when what feels like a whole handful of popcorn suddenly scatters down on your head and onto your lap

oh coMe ON

you just washed your hair this morning!!!!!

the crumbs are going to look like you have veRy bad dandruff

also this is heavily buTTERED popcorn which means that the grease stains on your jeans are probably going to be there for the rest of your life

and these jeans were expeNSIVE

>:-(

this hockey game is not a very fun experience so far

“oh shit, sorry!”

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” you mutter as you flick a kernel of popcorn off your shoulder

yep

there’s a speck of grease on your sweater

greAt

“just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“ you look up to-

o-oh

OH

oh god

oh god the popcorn guy is cute

and not just cute

he’s like.,,. he’s suPER CUTE

round brown eyes

obscenely perfectly tousled black hair

he definitely looks to be around your age which is a big fat bonus

although that colour-block hoodie of his is making him look a lot younger you still think it’s safe to say he’s probably around your age

“sorry, miss… the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!” the guy flashes you a boyish smile and you feel your mouth go dry

oh dear lord

have mercy

“hey- you want extra chilli on your half of the hot dog?” you’re rudely poPped out of your little bubble when taehyung suddenly elbows your side

“wh- what? what?” you tear your eyes away from the handsome stranger who’s making himself comfortable in the seat right next to you before clearing your throat and looking over at tae

“extra chilli!” tae chirps and raises your half of the hot dog up a little

he already finished his half which isn’t a huge surprise

to be honest he was going to just go ahead and finish the hot dog but he figured it’d be nice to at least offer you a bite

“-i even asked for an extra little container of chopped up onions because i know you like-“

“no!” you blurt out and whack the container of onions out of tae’s hand causing it to smAck against the plastic divider before clattering to the ground

the two of you blink down at it

tae purses his lips before subtly kicking as much of it as possible under his seat

“i, um, i’m actually not that hungry. you can finish the hot dog.” you clear your throat again before unscrewing the lid of your bottle of water and taking a tentative, ladylike sip

“…what are you talking about? you were going to town on those cheesy fries like five seconds ago- oW-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” jungkook perks up when he sees namjoon waving him over

aH

there he is!

he was starting to get worried that namjoon wandered off somewhere or somehow locked himself in the supply closet or something

namjoon put him in charge of snack duty and he went aLL out

popcorn? check!

roasted peanuts? double check!

blue-flavoured slurpee? triple check!

he actually ended up getting two drinks because namjoon likes to bite the straw and jungkook doesn’t want to share a drink with a straw-biter

“here, i’ll take the peanuts and my drink-“ namjoon plucks the paper bag and the plastic cup cradled in jungkook’s arms before he steps aside to let him squeeze into the aisle

namjoon actually won these hockey game tickets from a raffle at work and jungkook almost exploded with joy when he invited him to come and watch it with him

it was actually pretty perfect timing because the game just so happened to land on jungkook’s birthday

namjoon gave jungkook the best birthday present and he didn’t even have to spend a dime

:’)

“s’cuse me, sorry-“ jungkook weasels his way in between the aisles and carefully steps over people’s legs as he makes his way to his seat exciTEdly

he’s never been to a live sports game before!!!

and he’s definitely never been in the froNt row of anything before!!!!

two birds with one fAt stone!

also he-

“oh shit, sorry!” he gasps when he accidentally tips his carton of popcorn a little bit causing it to land all over the stranger seated next to his spot

shiT

there goes half his popcorn

he’s not going to go back up to the concessionary stand to get more popcorn because the game is about to start and the line is probably still half a mile long

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” jungkook winces to himself and feels his cheeks heat up a little as he watches you brush the popcorn to the ground

yikes

he’s about to sit down when suddenly you speak up again “just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when you look up at him

oh wowie you’re pretty  

…he just spilt his greasy popcorn all over a very pretty girl

double yikes

it’s fine

just play it cool

he can play it cool

“sorry…” jungkook raises his cup a little “the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!”

he immediately pales as soon as that tumbles out of his mouth

wha-

what the HELL was that?!?!?!

out of all the things he could’ve said

his three and a half brain cells came up with thAT

you can’t blame me if i get you wet???????

you probably think he’s some kind of weird peRVERT now

luckily your boyfriend starts talking to y-

huh

you have a boyfriend

of course you have a boyfriend

jungkook lets out a little huff before plopping down on the plastic seat

whatever >:-(

namjoon leans over and glances into the popcorn bag before frowning

damnit

he just wanted some popcorn

:-(

“holy shiT, did you see that backhand????” tae practically screeches as he reaches over and slaps your arm aggressively “y/n, did you see it????”

“i saw- i sAW it, i saw it!” you scowl and smack his hands away from you

“oh my god, that was legEndary-“

you can barely hear tae’s enthusiastic blabbering because all you can hear is the sound of skates shrEdding up the ice and the sound of the puck being whacked back and forth and also cheers and whOops from all of these diehard fans

you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on right now

all you know is that the two teams are tied right now and everYone’s getting frustrated

you’re not sure which team you should be rooting for so you’re just basing it off of which uniform you like better

in other words, you’re cheering on the pUrpLe team!

also no one’s been smacked up against the plastic divider yet which is a huge relief because you’re not sure if you want to see anyone lose any teeth today

“will you cut it out?? your future girlfriend probably isn’t going to appreciate it if you’re practically beating her up-“

jungkook perks up immediately when he hears that come out of your mouth

aH

so that guy isn’t your boyfriend!

nice!!!!!

that means he still has a chance even though he dumped like a pound of popcorn on you and almost drenched you in his blue-flavoured slurpee

also he didn’t mean to eavesdrop

it’s just hard noT to eavesdrop when you’re sitting right next to him

he’s been paying attention to the game because duH but also he keeps thinking about how cute u look when you have a mouthful of french fries

also

now he knows that your name is y/n which is actually pretty fitting

you look like a y/n

it’s cute!

on an unrelated note

u smell rly nice but he can’t quite put his finger on what that particular scent is

jungkook’s nose twitches

hm

“what do you mean the game isn’t over yet??” you groan and plop yourself back down in the seat “there was an intermission like half an hour ago!!!”

“there are two intermissions, you whiney baby!”  tae scowls

you need to chill

you’re acting like watching a hockey game is equivalent to getting your teeth pulled out

you’re being a bABy

if he can sit through hours and houRS of your reality tv shows you can sit through one hockey game

“so…” namjoon pauses for a second “the game… isn’t over?”

“nope! there’s one more round.” jungkook chirps and shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth

“oh.” namjoon slumps back in his seat a little

he thought the game was over

to be honest he was ready to leave before the first intermission but jungkook looked like he was having the time of his life so he decided to wait it out  

“so what are we supposed to do now?” namjoon furrows his brows “do they just expect us to wait and do nothing?”

“well, no, they’re doing that thing where-“ jungkook immediately chokes when he suddenly sees his face on the jumbotron

and unsurprisingly

your face is also on the jumbotron

“y/n-“

“hold on, i’m about to beat my high score-“ your tongue pokes out in concentration as you focus on your very intense session of tetris

“y/n-“ tae hisses and punches your arm

“ow!” you whine and rub your sore arm

tae’s been hitting you for the duration of the whole game and you’re pretty sure your arm is about to fall off

he needs to cut it out

he knoWs you bruise like a pEACH

“-what did i tell you about hitting me???” you put your phone down and turn to glare at tae

“you’re on the- look!!!!” tae points to the front and-  

you immediately pale when you realise that yes, that is most definitely your face on the jumbotron right now, and yes, you and jungkook, the very handsome stranger that you definitely already have a crush on, are currently trapped inside of a big pinK heart with the words ‘KISS CAM’ floating on top of the heart

oh god

you can’t kiss him

you still taste like cheesy fries

and your lips are chapped

and your tongue is stained blue from the slurpee

you can’T KISS HIM

and also he’s a literal stranger but most importantly you are not in the right state to be kisSEd right NOW

“oh, no-“ you shake your head quickly before making a slicing gesture over your neck “we’re not- we’re not together!”

jungkook glances at you for a brief second and he can sEe the panic in your eyes

okay

he was down to kiss you but obviously you don’t feel the same way which is totally understandable but stiLL

oh well

he might as well join in on the protesting

“right, yeah- we don’t know each other!” jungkook shakes his hand at the camera and you flash a sheepish smile at the camera before shrugging

the crowd immediately erupts into boos and you immediately scoff before turning to face the people behind you

“excuse-” you gawk when someone has the audacity to thrOW a handful of popcorn down at you guys “-excuse you!”

you turn back to face the camera and shake your head before holding your arms up and crossing one over the other

“sorry! we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!!”

you shoot a glare in tae’s direction when he joins in on the booing

sometimes you don’t know why you’re friends with him because he’s literally suCH a moRON

“seriously, we’re not- oh, okay-“ you let out a breath of relief when the camera moves away from the two of you

you immediately slump back in your seat

phEW

that was a close call

if ur going to kiss jungkook it’s going to be because he wantS to kiss you and noT because he’s being forCed to kiss you

“sorry about that…” he turns to look at you and you immediately perk up

“no, you have nothing to apologise for! don’t sweat it.” you laugh lightly and shake your head before digging through your purse for a stick of gum

your breath still tastes like cheesy fries and it’s not very pleasant

“i, uh, i’m jungkook, by the way.” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake

oh

he’s… introducing himself to you

…does that mean… he might be… interested in you…?

hM

much to think about

you take his hand gently before offering him a shy smile “i’m y/n.”

“and i’m taehyung!” tae leans over and shoots jungkook a boxy smile “i would shake your hand but my fingers are still sticky with cheese.”

your eyes flutter shut and you pinch the bridge of your nose

kim taehyung is the absolute bane of ur existence

“it’s nice to meet you guys. uh, this is-“ jungkook glances over his shoulder “this is namjoon!”

“hey, hi.” namjoon smiles politely and nods to the both of you in acknowledgement “are you guys big hockey fans?”

“i’m not, but tae is-“ you laugh lightly and namjoon’s eyes liGht up

“i’m not that big of a fan either! i honestly don’t really get it!“

“right??” you gasp in excitement because now you have someone you can actually talk to about this stuff “what’s the big deal with a group of grown men gliding around and-“

“i know!! also i always lose track of where the puck is-“

taehyung and jungkook lean back slightly to give each other the same looks of ‘do you hear what i’m hearing right now?’

“i don’t see what the point is of having two intermissions-“ you nearly jump ten feet into the air when the crowd suddenly buRsts into cheers and for a second you think it’s because the game is resuming

but nO

because take a WILD guess as to whose faces are up on the jumbotron aGAIN

“wha- are you people serious?!” you gawk as you stare at yourself at the screen

…is that really what you look like?

you look weirder when you’re up on the big screen for some reason

you don’t get a chance to dwell on the fact that people can probably see your pores from how HD the camera is because the next thing you know, the crowd is beginning to chant

“kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!”

jungkook lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head before reaching up to pluck at the silver hoop hanging from his ear (it’s a nervous hAbit and he is very vERY nervous right now) “sorry, we’re not going to!”

“kiSS! kiSS! kiSS! kiSS!”

“you heard the guy!” you gesture over to jungkook “we’re not doing it, you pERverts!”

it seems like the audience couldn’t give leSS of a shit because every time you and jungkook say that you two aren’T going to kiss they become more riled up

even taehyung and namjoon have joined in on the chanting

namjoon can’t help but snort when jungkook turns to look at him with briGht red cheeks

if ya can’t beat em join em!!!

“we’re going to be here all day! just move on!”

“KISS!”

“we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!”

“KISS!”

“we don’t even know each other!”

“KISS!”

“my lips are suPer chapped!”

“KISS!”

“take a hint!”

“oh for the love of god-“ jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when you’re suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him towards you and-

his heart stops in his chest when you press your lips against his and he immediately freezes

o god

you’re kissing him

you’re kiSsing HIM

you pull away far too soon for jungkook’s liking (it was obviously only meant to be a peck) and jungkook blinks owlishly

wha-

is that it?????

that’s all????

you are riPPING him off

“there, we kissed! are you freAKS happ-“ before you get a chance to get all smug with the camera jungkook’s yanking you back and smearing his lips over yours

the crowd now eRUPTS into cheers and screams and namjoon is literally screeching his head off next to jungkook

taehyung isn’t doing any better

he threw his half-eaten hot dog up into the aIR

and for a brief second jungkook thinks you’re going to freak out and pull away but he’s more than pleasantly surprised when you begin to kiss him back

also he figured out what u smell like and why he likes it so much

it’s because you smell like his favourite fabric softener

and if that’s not a sign that you’re basically perFect for him then he doesn’t know what is!!!!

jungkook reaches up to cup your cheek gently while your fingers curl around the nape of his neck

needless to say

you are vERy much making out with a stranger right now (your mom would probably flip if she found out) but you most definitely don’t give a hECK because jungkook’s lips are so soft and he tastes like buttery popcorn

the tiniest of whimpers slips past your lips when jungkook teases you with small brushes of his tongue against yours

he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss and all of a sudden you feel lightheaded and your entire body feels like jello

he’s such a good kisser that you nearly forget the fact that the two of you are making out in front of like 20,000 people right now

a smirk twitches at the corner of jungkook’s mouth when he pulls away and you immediately respond with a whine

it started off with you getting him all flustered but obviously the tables have turned because you are just putty in his hands and he knows it

“jungkook…” you sigh breathlessly as he nudges his nose against yours

oH boy

your soul definitely left your body

you’re still floating on cloud nine

meanwhile the crowd is still compLETELY losing it because they were just expecting a little pek and not THIS

“yeah?” jungkook takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he resists the urge to lean in and kiss you again

“i think this means you have to take me out on a date now.”

“…i think you might be right.”

best

birthday

ever

:-)

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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The Yard Sale

YO SO I UHHH wrote a story for Lupa and Sam, the two dudes ive been postin about lately. Basically how they got together 👀

Summary: Sam buys a plush from a mysterious yard sale in hopes of getting over her fear of the dark, gets more than what she bargained for.

Words: Just shy of 5k (Also click here for the GDocs version ‘cause posting stories on Tumblr is WEIRD)

“I’m sure your kid will love it!”

I grumbled as the old lady’s words ran through my head. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit insulted. Stuffed animals weren’t just for kids! Probably.

Whatever.

It wasn’t like that old creep had to know why I needed it anyway. I looked down at my toy as I approached a crosswalk. For a plush, it was actually quite large, reaching up to my neck as I held it to my chest. It looked like it was meant to be a wolf, judging from its pointed ears, tufted cheeks, and bushy tail. Noting the various stitches and patches that covered its body, I had to admit - it looked like it had seen better days too.

“Hey Sam!” I flinched as I heard someone call from across the street. It took me a second, but I soon spotted Fred, a lanky fellow I knew from work. He usually got on around the time I’d be heading home, which would explain why he was there. “What’s that you got there?!”

“None of your business, Fred!”, I called back, “It’s just a dumb plush!” The crossing signal turned green, allowing me to continue my journey home. I grumbled as I briskly shuffled past Fred, trying my best to keep the plush out of sight. He looked a bit hurt. He probably wasn’t used to me being so indignant, but I assured myself that I had my reasons.

…Actually that was pretty rude. I made a note to apologize when I could.

Regardless, I just didn’t want to talk about it! It wasn’t like he was a bad guy either. He was… okay. I think. He was just a bit weird, and the last thing I wanted to hear was a flurry of questions as to why I was carrying a stuffed animal. It was so embarrassing - searching online, finding a yard sale where I could get one, and walking eight blocks down so I could actually get it. All because I was afraid of the dark.

As embarrassing as it was, it was true. For some reason, it was something I never grew out of. In middle school, high school, even in college, I was always that one nerd who couldn’t handle a little darkness. It just freaks me out, not knowing what’s out there.

I began to hurry along as the sun slipped behind the trees lining the road, leaving the street in a dim, purple light save for the glow reflecting from the tops of some nearby houses. I used to be able to live with my fear too, I’d feel an overwhelming sense of dread – even within the comfort of my own home.

Speaking of homes, I took a cautious glance back as I reached mine. It wasn’t like I lived in a bad neighborhood either. I was decently well off, as a matter of fact, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something could be there. Which is why we’re here now, I suppose. After making sure nothing was going to creep up on me, I unlocked the door and slipped inside, clutching my plush all the while.

I froze as I shut the door, noting how dim it was inside. I stiffly reached for the nearest light switch and flicked it. I let out a sigh as the living room was covered in a welcoming yellow light. I placed the toy on a small table nearby, and grabbed the featherduster that was sticking from my pocket. I had decided to pick it up from the yard sale as well, since I needed a new one after Fred’s dog murdered the last one I had.

Puppy-sitting. Not fun.

It was cheap too, actually! Only 50 cents. In fact, the plush I got was also pretty cheap. I didn’t think too much on it when I bought them, but it did seem a bit fishy in hindsight. Discarding that thought for now, I decided that the best way to break in my new duster would be to clean up my new friend!

…Though, I realized why it was so cheap after just a few brushes.

I blinked as a puff of dust blew from the brush. Thinking nothing of it, I tried to dust my toy off some more, but that only resulted in me coughing as a cloud of dust began to fly up. I tried it on some bookshelves I had too, just in case it was the toy’s doing, but this too left me in a bit of a pall.

“Agh—Good grief,” I said between sneezes. How could one duster be so dusty? I decided to walk outside and shake it in an effort to clean it out. It worked out well enough at first. However, I soon noticed how much dust was escaping. I watched in disbelief as a huge cloud of dust began to form.  Concerned, I hummed to myself…

I decided to put it up for now.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. I resigned to sticking the plush in the washing machine while I ate. By the time I finished showering, the plush had finished drying, and I was ready for bed.

I held the toy close as I climbed into bed. Normally, I would’ve been wide awake, staring into the darkness above me while secretly wondering why I didn’t invest in a nightlight. But the plush, whose name I decided would be Lupa after seeing the tag attached to its rump, was so soft… so warm…

I sleep.

Dawn broke. Amber rays of light shone through the cracks between the curtains, letting just the slightest bit of light into the room. Unfortunately, this light decided it’d be a good idea to shine directly onto my face, forcing me to wake up. I willed myself to rise and my body begrudgingly followed my orders, though I refused to open my eyes as I listlessly felt around for my plush.

…Until I realized it was gone.

I sat there for a moment as my tired brain tried to make sense of it all. My plush was gone, and my pillow along with it. I looked under the bed, under my blankets – I searched the whole room and turned up nothing!

Then, I stopped. And listened.

I could hear footsteps.

I pressed my ear against the bedroom wall. Confirming my fears, I heard shuffling just outside. It took me a moment to collect enough courage, but I soon stepped out into the hall.

Nothing.

I looked to my left, then my right. The noise had suddenly stopped.

As I walked closer to the living room, the noise became less and less faint. It almost sounded like someone had pillows on their feet as they walked around. After hesitating for a moment, I turned the corner. The first thing I noticed was Lupa, placed on the coffee table near the TV. While I was relieved I had found it, I couldn’t help but wonder how it got there. Not to mention, the noise was suddenly gone, along with whoever was making it. …I hoped. I really didn’t want to have to deal with an intruder at… I stole a glance at the clock on the wall.

           7 A.M.

“Wait a minute…” I walked over to the couch, noticing something white. My pillow!

…Or, what was left of it.

The pillow was pretty torn up. Actually – Half of it was missing, and the stuffing inside spilled out as I picked it up. I ran a hand through my hair in disbelief. I had a feeling that something must’ve got into my house, and I figured it was an animal, judging from the damage. It was either that, or one crazy dude. Either way, I quickly got to work searching the rest of my house, if only to quell my worries. I had no idea what I’d do if I actually found anything, but… it was good to know at least?

Ugh.

I spent the rest of my morning cleaning up, throwing out my old pillow, anything to distract myself from what happened. Despite my efforts, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching me. What made matters worse was all of this ruined my appetite! I resigned myself to sulk in the living room in hopes that I could at least watch something on TV. That didn’t quite work out.

As I returned to the living room, I spied something standing in the doorway. It was a small, grey thing. It had tufted cheeks, a bushy tail, and buttons for eyes.

“L-Lupa?”

I could hardly believe it. The toy stood there, staring directly at me. It looked as though it was caught mid-step – like it was trying to sneak somewhere. We held this gaze for what felt like ages, until it suddenly darted back into the living room.

“H-Hey! Wait!” I ran in after it. I gave chase as it hopped onto, then behind the couch. It scrambled under the coffee table and I made the mistake of following, hitting my head on it in the process.

“Agh, owww. Ow, ow ow ow,” I hissed. Holding my head, I could just see it running out of the room. Once again, I went after it. “Gotcha!”, I said as I finally caught the thing. I gazed at it in disbelief as it squirmed and flailed in my grip.

“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” I tried my best to soothe the panicked toy. “Can you understand me?” It looked up at me for a few seconds, then nodded. I had to admit, I didn’t know what to do at this point. It’s not like I was trained to deal with living toys.

“I’m, uh, guessing you wouldn’t know what happened to my pillow,” I stammered. I didn’t know whether I was joking in an effort to comfort the thing, or just making small talk. It seemed to work regardless though as the toy shrugged. It seemed to be calming down.

I felt it tapping my hand with one of its stubby arms. It pointed at the ground, then kicked its little legs. I assumed it wanted me to put it down. While I wasn’t sure if it would run away once I let it go, I carefully set it down on the floor. I grew concerned as it simply laid there, limp as a doll.

“Uhh…” I reached out towards it, but quickly retracted my hand as it suddenly darted upright. It beckoned me to follow as it made its way back into the living room. Strange, I thought.

I followed it, watching as it climbed up onto the coffee table and started rifling through some old papers. Before I could ask what all this was for, the toy lifted up a piece of paper with a picture of a pillow on it. It didn’t take long before I realized what Lupa wanted.

“You… want me to go to the store?”, I asked. The plush nodded, then beckoned me to lean closer. To my surprise, it hopped into my arm and climbed up my sleeve. It pointed at me, then at the door. This was weird, but…

Hmm.

           The market was only a few blocks down, so getting there was easy! Surprisingly, I was even able to sneak Lupa into the store and we got to work procuring some foodstuffs. As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice how clean the place was. They must’ve remodeled since the last time I was here.

“What do you think we should get?”, I asked. Lupa had taken up residence on my shoulder and every now and again, she’d point at stuff she wanted me to get. A surprising amount of it was meat, but I figured she was making these choices because she was a wolf. It took a lot to convince her that, as a human, I couldn’t live off just lamb. I was probably being paranoid, but I could’ve sworn I was getting some looks from some of the other customers too.

Eventually, I got what I needed. And, aside from the cashier insisting on trying to ring the toy up, things went well!

Later that night, we talked. Or, I talked and Lupa listened. I talked about all the other plushes I used to own, back when I was a kid.

“So, uh-- What are you, anyway?”, I asked, leaning towards the wolf, “Are there more like you?” Lupa stared for a moment, then shrugged. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, but a certain child part of me couldn’t help but love this! I was talking to a plush! A living plush!

“Oh! I’ve got someone to introduce you to!”, I said as I started to dig through my closet, “Meet Terrance!” I retrieved a large, stuffed tiger. It had seen better days. It was torn in some spots, it was missing an eye, and it smelled kinda funny. “He’s not… alive, like you, but I figured you two should meet regardless!” I knelt down and set Terrence on the floor in front of Lupa. She looked up at me, then at Terrence.

Then, she punched him.

It caught me off guard – but she was absolutely going at the old tiger’s tummy.

“H-Hey, cut it out!”, I sputtered as I picked the tiger up and turned, keeping it away from the wild plush. “What’d he do to you?” Lupa simply stared up at me, and I groaned, setting the tiger aside for now. Maybe some other time.

The rest of the night was as uneventful as the last. I fell asleep pretty quickly. I felt at peace, but it wouldn’t last for long.

There it was again – the noise from before. I sat up, silently hoping that whatever was making the sound would simply stop.

Thump

Good grief.

I reluctantly made my way out of bed and felt around for the lightswitch. Finding purchase, I flipped it. Nothing happened. This was… concerning, to say the least. Suddenly, a flash of light came from beyond the bedroom window, followed by a rumbling noise. A lightning storm.

I groaned.

Reaching into my bedside table, I pawed around for my flashlight. Darkness freaked me out, but rain was just annoying. Especially when you have to walk to work and everything’s all wet and ugh.

Anyway – I found my flashlight, and I flicked it on. I began by searching my room, if only to make sure the thumping wasn’t coming from anywhere in here. Curiously, despite searching the whole room, I didn’t see Lupa anywhere. Strange.

This was worrying too – I needed something to keep me company while I searched the rest of my house, so I grabbed the next best thing.

My pillow.

I couldn’t help but shiver a bit as I walked down the hallway, pillow held close. I couldn’t see more than a few feet away, and what I could see was only barely illuminated. Windows and picture frames gave off long, ghastly shadows that stretched into the darkness ahead. I felt like I was in more of a haunted house than the middle of suburbia. One of the windows continued to flicker as lightning tore up the sky. The sooner I could get this search over with, the better.

I heard a noise as I neared the living room. It was the thumping from before, but I also heard something tearing. It sounded like fabric. Cautiously, I peeked into the room. Everything seemed normal. I took a few tentative steps forward, scanning the room with the flashlight.

Oh.

I could hardly believe what I saw as I shone the light into the room. On my couch was a large, grey creature. It seemed to be made of fabric, and seams and stitches ran all over its body. Long, blue hair rested on its shoulders. In fact, it kind of reminded me of…

“Lupa.”

…I wasn’t sure why I opened my mouth, but I could feel the slightest tinge of regret as its two pointed ears twitched at the sound of my voice. The plush creature slowly turned its head to face me. It stared at me with big, glowing, yellow eyes.

“What’re you doin’ up so late?”, it asked.

I stared. The wolf’s response was so unexpected that I couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. It didn’t help that it sounded as nearly surprised as I was.

“I-I was just, uh, wondering what the noise was,” I offered, trying my best to play it off, “But I see it’s just... you, so I’ll just head back to bed.” I figured that the sooner I could get back to bed, the sooner this bizarre dream would end. I tried my best to offer a wry smile as I backed away from the doorway. The creature seemed to study me as I backed away, its eyes narrowing.

“Wait.” I froze as the wolf spoke, pointing at my pillow. “What’s that?”

“N-Nothing,” I instinctively clutched it tighter.

“Nothing…” it mused, “Looks like something to me. Give it.” I quickly shook my head. What did it want with my pillow?

“You don’t want me to come over there,” it threatened. “I’m hungry, and what you’ve got looks delicious.” I was shivering by this point. The plush looked ready to climb over the couch, her tail playfully wagging behind her. I shakily handed the pillow over, recoiling a bit as it was snatched away from me. Lupa immediately got to work gnawing on it. She pulled the casing off, and started gnawing at the stuffing inside. Soon, there wasn’t much sign of the pillow left, aside from some bits of fabric on the floor.

“Hey, thanks for that.” She grinned, and I reluctantly smiled back. What is happening.

“Though…”, she began again. “I’m still hungry. I’d ask you to get me some more pillows, but I think I see something even more appetizing.”

“I-Is that so?” I didn’t like where this was going.

“It’s a little on the short side… But, it’s bigger than a pillow, that’s for sure. It’s got a couple of arms to munch on, couple legs… Oh – and some cute duckling pajamas. Any of that ring a bell?”

“Can’t say it does…” I was already halfway out.

I felt a finger pressing down against my head, stopping me in my tracks. I heard its voice again.

“It’s also an unconvincing actor.”

I ran.

I went as fast as my legs would allow me. I heard Lupa’s heavy footfalls behind me as I raced back up the hall and into my room. I rested my back against the door as I collected my breath.

“Okay,” I said to no one in particular, “This is just a nightmare. I-I’ll wake up any second now, and everything’ll be fine…” I repeated the last part over and over again, hoping to believe my own words.

So why couldn’t I just wake up?

I yelped as I heard muffled thumps from the other side of the door.

“Open up! You can’t hide in there forever,” the wolf teased.

“Try me!” I shot back. For a while, I didn’t get a response. Instead, I heard Lupa walking away. Did she really leave?

I liked to think I wasn’t completely dumb. Before I went to make sure the monster was gone, I went over to the closet. I opened it and pulled out a bat. If I was getting grabbed, if I was getting eaten, I wasn’t going out without a fight.

Slowly, carefully, I cracked open the bedroom door – just enough so I could see out. I shakily stuck my flashlight through the gap, making sure nothing was there. I stepped out, trying to suppress my fear as best I could. Where could she have gone? My house wasn’t big – she had to be somewhere. …Why would she leave anyway?

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as two big paws wrapped around my midsection. I was swiftly lifted up, soon coming face to face with a certain wolf’s grin.

“Gotcha!”

It took all of my will not to drop my bat as I stared the wolf down. I raised my weapon, and struck.

…It didn’t really do much. If anything, her head absorbed the blow. In hindsight, I probably should’ve expected that.

“...Okay,” she seemed a bit dazed at least. “Nice try, but that’s not gonna work.” She grabbed the bat and tossed it to the side. My eyes widened as she reached for the zipper just beneath her collar. She pulled it down, revealing the stuffing inside.

“Wh-What’re you doing?”

“What’s it look like?! I’m hungry, and I’m gonna eat’cha!” I barely had time to yell as she pulled me closer. Of all the ways to go out, getting eaten by a toy wouldn’t have been my first thought.

Then, she started laughing.

“H-Huh?” I found myself frozen as I struggled to process what was going on - or what just happened. I wasn’t being eaten. Or, absorbed or whatever. I couldn’t quite tell, but it felt like she was hugging me. And laughing.

“Y-Y’know,” she managed between fits of giggling, “I can’t believe I got you so bad! I was really hamming it up there too! Like, oooh~ I’m gonna get’cha!” She mocked before bursting into laughter again.

I was floored. I hung limp in her arms for a bit, my mind scrambling for an explanation while I tried to catch my breath. I felt something well up within me as I remembered the fun we had earlier. Was all of that some kind of joke? What’d all of that mean?

“Hey, you alright?”, Lupa asked as her laughter died down. She set me down as she pulled her zipper back up. “Listen, if it means anything, your pillow’s fine.” She pulled the zipper all the way down and - lo and behold - the pillow flopped out. It landed between us with a thump.

I clenched my fists.

“Who cares?!” I snapped,  “You were supposed to help me get over my fears, not make them worse!” Lupa blinked, shifting her gaze for a moment.

“I-It was just a joke! I wasn’t really gonna hurt you!”, she protested.

“It’s not a joke!” I sniffled, rubbing my eyes. I knew I was crying, but I didn’t really care. I was just, so mad. The whole day was so wonderfully bizarre, and now it all felt spoiled.

“I’m sorry.”

I uncovered my eyes to see Lupa on her knees, her head hung as she rubbed her arm. “I-I… I didn’t mean to scare you-- Well Ididbut-- I didn’t mean to make you mad! I guess I thought we were having fun, b-but I was sorta getting carried away,” she finished. I could tell she wasn’t very good at this.

I was still kinda mad.

“Why were you down here anyway?”, I asked, regaining my composure. Lupa flinched.

“Well I-- I was hungry! A-And I wanted to explore the house! And, uh… I… The thunder kinda scared me,” she finished quietly.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she quickly replied. I furrowed my brow as she stared back, fidgeting.

“Look! It was loud, okay? A-And bright too. I just, felt like I needed to take shelter or something! I wanted to hide in the kitchen, but I couldn’t fit under the table, so I…” she trailed off. Replacing my anger was a sense of pity as I sat down next to the plush.

“I can… kinda relate,” I offered, leaning against her. She murmured something I couldn’t quite hear, but it was punctuated by another flash in a nearby window, followed by a booming noise. Lupa squeaked, wrapping her paws around me again. I could feel her shaking.

“Listen, let’s go back upstairs,” I said, “Maybe we can keep each other company! C-Can’t be scared if we have each other, right?” The wolf seemed to mull it over for a bit, before nodding. I yelped as she suddenly picked me up and planted me on her shoulders.

“What’re you--”

“I’m giving you a ride! It’s the least I could do.”

I sighed, resting my head against hers. As quick as it came, all the energy I had before completely evaporated. After reaching the top of the stairs, Lupa squeezed her way through the doorway my room and set me down on the bed. It was obvious before, but only now did I truly get an idea of how big Lupa had gotten. I was never the tallest person around, but Lupa was at least a head taller than me.

“So-- What’s with… all this?”, I asked, motioning towards the wolf. She tilted her head.

“What’s what?”

“Yknow, how’d you get so big? When did you get so big?” She smirked as she stood up and silhouetted herself against the moonlight shining through the window.

“Blame the moon. See, I’m what you call a werewolf. During the day, I’m small - like a normal toy. But at night…” She stepped toward me, placing a paw on my head. “Well, you can see for yourself.” I thought for a moment.

“Doesn’t that make you a were-plush, then?”

“I-I guess,” Lupa thought for a moment. “Whatever.”

“Anyway!”, she began to my surprise, flopping back onto the bed, “It’s my turn to ask questions. Why’d you buy me, Sam? Didn’t think you were gonna get a big, bad wolf? Thought you were just gonna get a little toy?” I twiddled my thumbs, unsure of how to say it. Though, I supposed that simplicity always worked.

“I’m… kind of afraid of the dark. A-And I, y’know, hoped that getting a plush would help.”

Lupa faltered again. It seemed like she didn’t expect that answer. “O-Oh. Really?” I nodded.

“I-It’s kinda dumb but, y’know, I just get the creeps whenever I can’t see. It’s like, it feels like there’s a monster out there.”

“Awww.”

I thought I heard her say something, but I wasn’t really sure what to make of it. I was tired, and ideas for conversation were hard to come by. My eyes drifted down to something I hadn’t quite noticed before. Coming out of Lupa’s back was a thin string that ended with a white ring.

“What’s that?”, I asked, grabbing it.

“What’s wha--Mama!”, she interrupted herself as I pulled on it. We stared at each other, and I pulled it again.

“I love you~”,  she managed out, before covering her mouth. It sounded muffled, like an actual doll’s speaker.

“Never. Do that. Again,” she slowly warned, her eyes wide. She looked incredibly embarrassed.

“But that was adorable!” I said, “I didn’t know you could do that! That’s so cute!”

“I’m not cute! I’m big, and I’m mean! See these chompers?”, she protested, pulling on the side of her mouth and baring her sharp plastic teeth! She huffed and scowled, crossing her arms and looking away.

“Th-Though, uh…”, she began after a moment, “C-Could we… Hmmm, could we, maybe, cuddle? A little bit?” I blinked.

“Cuddle?”, I repeated. She shuffled awkwardly, twiddling her big thumbs.

“Well, I’m… y’know, a doll, and… That’s kinda what I’m meant for, right? I-I figured I’d ask since you’re so afraid of the dark!” She floundered. “...Forget about it.”

“Mean, huh.” I remarked. I don’t know what came over me, but I started hugging the big wolf’s arm. Maybe I was just tired. “I wouldn’t mind. You’re a lot bigger than earlier, and I wouldn’t call that a problem.”

“...Plus, I uh, left my pillow downstairs,” I added. Lupa snickered.

“And you called me a ‘dumb plush,’” she quipped.

“I’ll pull the cord again,” I shot back.

“...Okay.”

It wasn’t until we both lied down that I really understood just how big Lupa was. She took up almost the entire bed. The plush pulled me closer and closer until I could feel her nuzzling my neck. She had a soothing warmth to her, and her body was so soft and tender. She really was like a big, tender pillow.

“...Yknow, why’d you have to beat Terrance up like that anyway?”, I asked, on the verge of nodding off, “Not like he did anything to you.”

“I-I was intimidated! He looked at me funny,” she reasoned, “...He was bigger than me.”

I lifted my head up and gazed at her in disbelief.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

I groaned as I willed myself to rise out of bed the next morning, shielding my eyes from the rays of light filtering through the cracks in the blinds. If it was somehow possible, I felt more tired than yesterday.

“What did I do last night?”, I wondered aloud as I got to my feet. As I shuffled out of my room, I couldn’t help but notice a burning smell coming from downstairs. Concerned, I hurried my pace. After following the smell to the kitchen, I noticed something smoking on the counter. Lupa standing next to it.

Oh!

I gasped as everything came back to me. I rushed toward the counter to see what was on it, ready to grab a bucket of water if needed. And… It was a plate. With some cloth on it.

It was singed a little too.

Next to the plate was a note.

“Sorry about last night. Made you breakfast!”

Hmm.

“I can’t eat this,” I flatly said. Lupa looked dejected.

“But,” I said as I picked her up, “I can teach you how to cook. I can make pretty much anything as long as it’s, uh, ramen. Or pizza.”

Lupa tilted her head a little, before her tail began to sway from side to side. Seemed like a plan!

I couldn’t wait for tonight.

#oc #writing #snrr #the yard sale #lupa #sam

[wayward-hell]

Monster

Marvel, Avengers x reader fic

Idea: You never asked for this, but this is what you got. A monster

A/N: I’d suggest listening to Imagine dragons “I’ve turned into a monster” while reading this as this is what I was listening to as i wrote this. Please note that i wrote this on Tumblr and not on a Doc. ahead of time so i apologize for any errors

Warnings: Swearing? Fluff, pain, blood, and my favorite: cliffhangers.

Among being an Avenger and a trustworthy friend, you were also a healer. Ever since you could remember you’d had this ability to heal, but you kept it to yourself as there would have been many complications. You grew up thinking that if anyone figured out that you could heal anything, absolutely anything, there would’ve been thousands of people demanding you to help their loved ones.

Thankfully when every last family member you had was now gone and you had no one to turn to, you got smart and turned to the Avengers. 

Right away you told them. They could clearly see you were scared, having been told your whole life - like a Disney princess - to “hide your powers” they accepted you and helped you train with your fists, feet, legs, and anything else you were willing to fight with. 

They never asked you to help them, but occasionally they didn’t need to ask. Every mission you’d be scared for everyone of them, as none of them could snap their fingers and be completely healed. If anyone got injured bad enough that it might have been life threatening you’d step in.

It had been two months already, two months you’d spent with these people. Various different missions, or training exercises, hell even walking up the damn stairs sometimes left all of you battered and bruised from the most complex of things to the simplest - like walking up stairs.

As the days past, injuries came and went, you helped using your ability where you felt you’d needed to. For once you felt useful and trusted.

“Dibs on flying.” You spoke as you sauntered past Steve, Sam, and Bucky making your way onto the jet already in your suit and loaded with weapons. Bucky and Sam smiled to themselves knowing Steve would want to fly.

There was a small yet hilarious spat between the two of you until you decided to give up the jet to Steve seeing as you wouldn’t be leaving if the argument continued. 

It was a fairly long ride and while the boys stayed awake you curled up and napped. As you were seated between Sam and Bucky you casually spread out over them. They were cleaning and stripping their weapons, and didn’t mind you stretching out over them. 

Just before the jet landed you woke up an uneasy feeling taking over your stomach. It wasn’t about the mission, no it was something to do with your healing. 

You shrugged the feeling off as Steve came to stand in front of you and take your shoulder. 

“You good?” You nodded and shook yourself awake and went on the mission. Moving out, the jet’s bay doors opening and the four of you moving in sync.

Hours later

Steve and Bucky came running back into the jet as the doors opened, you stayed back firing everything you had at the remaining men who’d followed your group back to the jet. 

You bit back the pain as bullets grazed you. Once the rest were dead you could hear the screaming coming from inside the jet. 

Sam.

You quickly shut the doors to the jet as more enemies crested the hill. Dropping your weapons you moved to the front shouting as you passed the three soldiers.

“Keep him stable until we’re safe! Rogers get the IV, left wing second shelf fourth container! Barnes get some rags and put pressure on the wound!” Once you got to the front you sat down and started up the jet.

“Which wound!?” Bucky shouted over Sam’s screaming. “The one bleeding the most! For the love of the Gods Rogers give him some painkillers in that IV something strong!” You leaned back against the chair a bit to help your voice carry.

Sam continued to scream as Bucky and Steve worked. You could hear pounding on the jets door just before you got the jet off the ground. You gripped the steering tight and maneuvered through the thick trees, and out of the way of missiles, trying to keep the jet level for the soldiers.

As you rose up the screaming subsided some telling you that Rogers had gotten Sam some damn painkillers. The clouds were airy and light as you punched in the auto pilots coordinates taking you back to the compound. 

Rushing to the back you looked over Sam, Steve and Bucky. Steve sat down getting out of your way and sighed looking down at Sam’s wing suit. 

Bucky held the rags on Sam’s wounds and with out a word you motioned for him to lift them. He did and you let out a sigh of relief.

“The bleeding has slowed, not stopped, but slowed enough that it should be safe for me to heal him now.” Pressing two fingers to Sam’s forehead and focusing, both Steve and Bucky watched as a faint golden glow drifted over Sam. The glow seeming to simply sew up his injures.

Putting the rags into a bin Bucky cleaned off his hands before coming back to see you finish healing Sam. Looking down at him you grabbed a cloth and cleaned off the dried blood and sweat.

Once you were finished and you sat down next to Bucky and sighed. Steve got up and went to the front to watch the controls. 

Without even looking at Bucky you rubbed your hands together trying to calm down. “Do you know how it happened? I didn’t even see what hit’em.” He ran a hand through his hair before answering.

“Missile was shot at him, and he didn’t get out of there fast enough before it blew.” He glanced at you and saw your face drop at the thought of one of those bastards shooting a missile at Sam. 

“Hey, if it weren’t for you I doubt he would have made it. You saved him Y/N. You did good doll.” He slung his right arm over your shoulders and gave you a side hug trying to reassure you. You took the hug and just sighed into him as the jet made it’s way back home. 

You separated and gave him a sober look as you stood up to tidy up the jet a bit. In your rush you’d dropped your weapons and scattered them around the floor. 

“Thanks Bucky. Thanks Steve.” Were your last words before the flight home became competently silent.

Sam had woken up sometime later in the compound, fully healed yet he was still placed into the medical bay to monitor his situation. When one of the Doctors led him out in a t-shirt and sweats into the common room where you and the rest of the Avengers sat Steve and Bucky were the first to get up and practically scold him for standing up.

“Geez calm down, i’ll sit, i’ll sit.” He tried waving away the two as they kept bugging him - more Steve than Bucky. You just smiled and laughed as the rest of the Avengers interrogated him on what happened even though they’ed already heard it from Steve, Bucky and yourself. 

You kept watching the group just laugh and talk together like one huge family, but something still didn’t feel right about you powers. You hadn’t noticed the Doctor come up to you until he placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Oh, uh... yeah Doc? What can I do for you?” You questioned taken aback by the weird feeling you were having. 

“Sorry didn’t mean to startle you, but are you alright? You have blood stains on your clothes.” Of course as soon as he mentioned the idea of you not being alright the whole group turned on you. 

Ignoring them you found the various blood stains leaking through your casual clothing. 

“Oh shit, didn’t even see that, thanks i’ll go wash up and take care of these I totally forgot.” You smiled up at him as you stood and moved to leave. 

The Doctor had managed to scurry out before you and you now had the whole group staring at you in question and concern while Steve and Bucky blocked your exit.

“What did you forget about doll? What are those blood stains?” Bucky asked firmly, arms crossed over his chest and metal plates shifting beneath his long sleeve shirt.

Since he found out that you were to be a new Avenger and that you and Steve got a long quite well he’d made it his personal job to make sure you were safe and sound. 

You sighed running your hand through your hair nervously. “It’s nothing really just a few grazes, id forgotten about them awhile ago.” Not fully satisfied with your answer, but having gotten a nod from Natasha they let you pass. 

Upon entering the bathroom attached to your room you closed the door locking it and stripped your shirt off. Multiple grazes were visible and were still leaking blood. You snapped your fingers to heal yourself, but nothing happened.

This had happened before where it’d taken a moment or two for the golden glow to flow over your wounds. It was always easier to heal others rather than yourself. You tried something different, using the mirror you stared at one of the grazes on your arm then snapped summoning up the flow of energy. 

It took a couple of seconds, but it did come the magic like energy flowing over your wound. Something was off though that same damn feeling kept coming back, now it felt stronger though and you realized it might not have been “butterflies” in your stomach, but rather the magic itself warning you.

Thinking nothing of it you continued to the next one, again the golden light came over the wound, but it was harder to guide, it didn’t flow directly to the wound instead it practically raced across your skin like a car losing control.

When it did finally get to the wound you found yourself breathing heavily. It had never taken so much work to guide it before. Looking in the mirror you saw your eyes had done the typical thing where they changed to the same golden light, glowing brighter, but like that of the magic it was faint. Not as bright anymore, but there was something else.

Something else was pulling at you to use it. It felt stronger, but harsher, angry almost. So instead of going down that road you simply bandaged the last few grazes and left the bathroom changing into a different shirt and an over sized hoodie. 

You made your way back down the halls to the common room just to find two new people standing outside and a ways away from the group of Avengers inside the now closed common room. Frowning at the bickering group inside the glass room you moved to the two new people.

Both tall, both handsome, but many differences. One wore reds and silvers a hammer on the table next to him, while the other wore deep greens, gold, and blacks, but this one was chained. A set of handcuffs by the likes that you’d never seen before and a matching set of metal covering his mouth.

The one in red was a blonde with blue eyes focused on the Avengers his arms crossed as he watched, a frown forming on his face. The other had ebony black hair and piercing green blue eyes that weren't staring at the Avengers, but rather at you. This time you knew it was a gut instinct yelling at you, this time you listened. Coming short and stopping you stared at him.

This had trouble written all over it.

A/N: HEY! You made it to the end, okay first off yes I do plan on making a next part, but I currently only have one person to tag in this! So if you want to be tagged let me know. Have suggestions? TELL ME I like to hear from you, i know I’m not all that active, but i like to hear from you. Another thing, comments are great, but i don’t seem to get any notification about them so if you really want to make sure i get the message either send me a private message or an ask. Again sorry if there are any mistakes in it btw. <3

Thanks for reading! 

The only person tagged: @shyperson16 

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