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One of Us

A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated/Mystery Skulls Crossover

Chapter 18

You Can't Change Me

“Okay. I thiiink I’m almost in,” Marcie said from where she was hunched over her computer.

“That’s fantastic, because I just finished compiling those tapes. The flash drive is ready for-”

But that’s when Arthur stopped mid-sentence, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up in a way that was oh-so familiar. The Dead Beats tapped each other and began to trill excitedly, zooming around the room. All at once, Arthur felt the tension leave his body. For in that moment, he knew he was the safest he’d been since the moment he’d first woken up in Mr. E’s rooms. Because Lewis was here.

“Hey Marcie,” Arthur said with a weary smile, “Remember that ghost I told you about?”

“Yeah. Why? And what’s with them?”

“You’re about to meet him."

And that’s when a familiar voice echoed tentatively through the room, so quietly that a non-believer may mistake it for the wind.

“Arthur…?”

In an instant, Marcie was on her feet.

“Yeah, Lewis.” Arthur sighed. “It’s me.”

… And that’s when the ghost of Lewis Pepper floated into the room through one of the walls.

Marcie backed away, gasping in utter awe as the skeletal figure drifted across the room. The Dead Beats joyfully swarmed their master, but he paid them little mind save a thankful pat on their heads for their efforts. His attention tonight was all on Arthur. Lewis finally stopped before him, and in a flash of pink fire he transformed to appear as if he were still alive. Which meant that not a single emotion in his expression was hidden behind his fleshless visage as Lewis took Arthur in. He may have known about the body swap already, but Arthur imagined that seeing him like this must still be quite a shock.

“Hey Lew,” Arthur sighed tiredly.

Lewis reached out to cup the side of his friend’s face. “Oh, Arthur…” He sighed with relief, “Gracias as dios. You look… like shit.”

And that’s when the two of them busted out laughing and collided in a tight hug. “Lewis, I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am to see you!” Arthur cried.

“I’m just so glad you’re okay!” Lewis exclaimed. “Are you okay? Those bastards! Did they hurt you? I’ll kill them!”

“I’m fine, Lewis. Really,” Arthur laughed. If you asked, he would deny it. But even under the circumstances he sort of loved the attention. “I mean uh- just this,” he held up Mr. E’s injured hand. “But it’s not bad. And Ricky did this before I got here. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kingsmen!” Lewis shouted, flames rippling across his body. Even though he was used to it, Arthur jumped. And poor Marcie nearly hit the ceiling. Catching himself, the ghost took an imitation of a breath to calm down. “Don’t hide, Artie,” he pleaded. And that face-

Come on Lewis! Don’t look at me like that…

“I overheard Pericles and the others talking about Ricky- about you. I know something happened. Just-” And Lewis threw his arms around Arthur once more. “Talk to me, dude. I promise I’ll hold off on doing anything until your plan’s done just- I’m scared for you. We all are.”

Oh come on. Now he’s just making it unfair.

“Okay,” Arthur sighed, pulling Lewis away from him. “I’ll tell you. But what happened- I wanted it to happen. I did it on purpose. So you can’t go and do anything crazy, okay? You have to promise me, Lewis.”

The Dead Beats placed their nubby hands on their non-existent hips and glared at Lewis expectantly.

“... Okay Arthur,” the ghost said. “I promise.”

Arthur let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Thanks, Lew.”

“You guys like… do remember that I’m still here, right?” Marcie asked shakily.

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Mystery decided it was best to start his tale at the beginning.

“I was born in Japan around the year 800 CE,” Mystery said, treasuring the looks on his guests’ faces at the admission of his true age.

“Like. Zoinks.”

“Jeepers!”

“Jjjjjinkies…”

“It’s- it’s the year 2011,” Ricky gasped, counting on his fingers. That would make you- whooo~ daddy-o… Twelve-hundred years old!”

“Correct,” Mystery said with a twinge of pride. “But nothing in my long life would be relevant to where we are today until the 1700s, smack in the middle of Japan’s Edo period. It was the feudal age of Japan, the land divided and ruled by samurai and the political climate unstable. The Onna-musha were revered female warriors, and yet had been losing power and influence for the past two centuries. And as for me… I had just obtained my ninth tail.

“A kitsune’s age can be estimated by the number of tails they have,” Mystery went on to explain. “The older, wiser, and more powerful we become, the more tails we have. A kitsune is born with a single tail, then gains one about every century until they have all nine. When that happens, we change from our original coloration to either gold or brilliant white. Which, as you can see: I am,” Mystery said with a bit of vanity, fluffing up his snow-white coat.

“But wait a minute- uhm…”

Not a single one of them was subtle about counting Mystery’s tails, swaying fanned out behind him - now seven of them in all.

Mystery may have been offended. But because it was them, he just laughed. “I see you all have noticed,” Mystery said, “that I have two less tails than I used to. Just wait, and all will be revealed.”

“I would like to start off by admitting that the way in which I got my tails is… less than desirable,” he sighed. “Please understand. Unlike the zenko, yako like me live in a harsh world outside of Kitsune society. Given such, we don’t have access to the resources, numbers, or stability of the zenko. We are constantly under threat of being outcompeted by other yokai or slain by human warriors. We can gain power through study and training. But for a lot of yako, that approach isn’t realistic. And even then the more practical and effective way can be a death sentence. Unless that is, you’re good at it. And I was very good at it.”

“And what… was the other way?” Velma gulped. She, like the others, could sense where this was going.

“Gaining experience and glory through cunning and combat. And also… sucking away a human’s life force… and devouring their flesh.”

And as expected, they looked at him like exactly the monster he knew himself to be.

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Lewis was… smiling after Arthur finished telling him what happened in the hallway a few hours ago. He didn’t say anything at first, then he merrily exclaimed, “I’m going to rip his fucking wings off.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Arthur snapped. “Lewis, you promised.”

“I know. And it’s taking eeevery little bit of self control I have to keep that promise right now. But eventually. Someday soon. After you’re safely out of this mess. I’m going to rip his fffucking wings off and burn what remains!” Lewis roared! His eyes flashed black with anger, the flames of his wrath flaring along his shoulders.

“Wow,” Marcie said, “You weren’t kidding about your friends being protective of you.”

“I know you’re angry,” Arthur said, placing a hand over Lewis’. “And I’m so blessed to have a friend like you who gets this mad on my behalf. But right now getting angry is counterproductive and vengeance won’t solve anything. Angry people get sloppy. Professor Pericles is smart. But right now he’s also clueless. Which means we need to be smarter, and take advantage of this opportunity to take him by surprise while we have the chance.”

“I know that,” Lewis said, taking another imitation of a deep breath to calm himself. Then he got a look on his face, like a lightbulb had lit up above his head. And he chuckled darkly.

“What undoubtedly diabolical thought just entered that skull of yours?” Arthur sighed.

“I know you said not to think of vengeance,” Lewis said, “But I just realized: anything I could possibly do to Pericles would be the easy way out. If I want him to have the worst fate possible, I ought to just sit back and toss him to Mystery.”

Arthur visibly shuddered at the thought, clutching Ricky’s not-missing arm.

“Mystery? You mean your dog?” Marcie asked with a tilt of her head. “Wait no- he’s secretly a kitsune, right?”

“The thing you must never forget about Mystery,” Arthur cautioned, “is that he was a monster once. He tamed the monster a long time ago. But he loves us… so much. And if it’s for our sakes… he won’t hesitate to bring the monster back.”

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“I told you I was worse than Pericles,” Mystery said, not meeting their eyes. Not wanting to see the looks on their faces.

“How many?” Ricky asked quietly, “How many people did you-... did you kill?”

“Probably over a hundred,” Mystery confessed. “I don’t remember them all. After a while they blur together. Please understand… back then- the kitsune I used to be placed little value on a human life. You’re frail. Mortal. Most of you have no magic. Your lives are even shorter than a single kitsune tail cycle. I hate to compare the two, but I doubt you recall every insect you’ve squashed. Or every pig that’s died to feed you.”

Velma started to object. “Human beings are a lot different than-”

“Do you think I do not know that now?” Mystery snapped. “I was an animal. A beast who had no real respect and only knew manners when it suited me! A hypocrite who only thought I had honor! You speak of the difference between men and pigs, but as far as that monster was concerned, THERE WAS NONE!”

Mystery’s shout echoed off of the walls and the fireplace behind him flared high and red, accelerated by the power behind his confession. They were all left stunned to silence in its wake. A hush hung in the air like smoke, and not one of them dared breathe.

Then, from the direction of Lewis’ record collection came the tell-tale sound of a record falling onto the player, followed by a needle being set in place.

And suddenly the silence was filled with the thrum of an acoustic guitar. Right as the resonance of a familiar voice joined the strings, everyone caved to their own curiosity and turned around.

“I've been this way my whole damn life I swear to God, you can't change me. I've been this way my whole damn time I swear to God, you can't change me.”

The little pink culprits were looking at the group sadly, softly trilling.

“And I know it just seems like a long shot, And I know it just seems like a long shot, But I'm trying, I'm right here trying. Oh my God, ooh~”

The Dead Beats came around to each person, rubbing up against people soothingly before settling around Mystery.

“I've been this way my whole damn life I swear to God, you can't change me. I've been this way my whole damn time I swear to God, you can't change me.”

They couldn’t talk. But between the Dead Beats’ expressions and song choice, their message was clear:

Please don’t fight. He’s not like that anymore.

“And I know things seem crazy right now, And I know things seem crazy right now, But I'm trying, I'm trying! Oh my God, ohhh~”

“Thank you my friends,” Mystery sighed with a nod. “I think our guests understand what you were trying to say. You may turn the music off, now.”

On the other side of the room, one of the Dead Beats lifted the needle from the record and placed it down to the side once more.

“You guys really do have a song for every occasion, don’t you?” Ricky said observantly, his eyes following them as the Dead Beats slunk back to the dark recesses of the room to let the living have their chat.

“You know I really hadn’t realized it until recently, but apparently we do,” Mystery chuckled, shaking his head.

“So uh-” Fred nervously cleared his throat. “I know you’ve asked us to judge you for who you are now instead of who you were. You weren’t the only one of your kind who- who ate people. So there must have been a reason. Why did you do it, Mystery?”

“Blood is the currency of the soul,” the kitsune replied. “Among ghosts and yokai, devouring weaker beings to absorb their power is common practice. For a yako like me, life outside of Kitsune society is a savage place. If I didn’t become strong, I ran the risk of being devoured myself. When magical creatures like me consume another sentient life (humans especially,) we aren’t just sustaining ourselves. In absorbing them, we steal their abilities, their memories, their knowledge, and their human form.”

“Their human form?” All six of them echoed with disbelief.

The kitsune chuckled, “Yes. Their-” And in a red flash, a man stood where the great fox had moments before. “-human form.” He was very handsome - about 5’3 and of a wiry build, with a head of long, wild black hair akin to Mystery’s mane save two red locks that hung down by his ears. He was dressed in traditional Japanese garments, complete with a red and white bonsai tree kimono. But there was something distinctly… uncanny valley about him. He had a long, straight nose, pointy ears, and when he smiled he revealed a set of fangs inside his mouth.

“Like what you see?” The kitsune teased, swaying his seven still-present tails behind him. “I have a couple of different human forms I’ve perfected over the years. This is the one I used most often back then, but as you can see there are a few ‘holes’ in it,” he said, gesturing to his fox-like features.

“You mean you can turn into different people?” Daphne gasped.

“Why of course. I am a kitsune after all. We use different forms to achieve different means. If my purpose is seduction, then I can attract some with this form or-” There was another flash, and then before them stood… a woman. “-Others in this form,” Mystery said sultrily, batting her eyelashes tossing her long, white hair. She crossed her arms in such a way that it pushed her sizable chest forward and cocked a curvy hip to one side with a coy smirk.

“L-like… zoinks,” Shaggy said stupidly. Velma elbowed him hard.

“Oh dear God please never do that again,” Ricky said, looking away. His face was positively crimson… how adorable.

Mystery laughed, leaning forward in such a way that it gave all of them a perfect view of her cleavage down her top. “Aww. Do forgive me, children. It’s just so fun messing with humans like this. But, as you can imagine I hardly ever use this form in the modern era. In fact the one I usually prefer is-”

And one last time, Mystery changed.

It was clear immediately that Mystery’s intentions were less… nefarious when he designed this form. In fact there was something rather innocent about it. He was about the same height as his other masculine human appearance, but his hair was much shorter and stuck out similarly to his mane as a dog. His features were much rounder and softer, and the fox features were much less noticeable - his ears weren’t noticeably pointy, his tails were gone, and his fangs were much less pronounced. He was dressed smartly in a white collared shirt and red waistcoat, his gold spectacles were back, and he had white pants, black boots and gloves, a red cravat, and a gold ornament in the shape of a question mark at his throat.

“Yeah. I like this one much better,” Velma said.

“Agreed,” Ricky and Daphne said at once.

“The thing about kitsune is we can never quite turn completely human,” Mystery explained. “Some fox features always remain, though we get better at hiding them with practice and experience. As far as my human forms go, this is my most recent design. So of course it’s more ‘human’ than the rest.”

“So these people never… existed?” Fred gulped. “You didn’t like, steal the faces of your victims or something?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that,” Mystery said, waving his hands and sitting down on the armrest beside Fred. “Kitsune just take the ability to turn human from consuming them. This person is a face I made up based on my true form, my form as a dog, and other humans I’ve seen. This one was actually heavily inspired by Vivi’s father, Mr. Yukino, and his associates at the University.”

Mystery looked forlorn over at the fire. “Still,” he said, “you’re right. That doesn’t change the fact that the knowledge and power I have, my ability to do this among other things… I got it through violence and bloodshed. I’m not proud of that, and I can’t change it. But what I can do now is make sure those lives I took weren’t in vain, by using that power going forward to protect people who are worth protecting.”

“So you haven’t killed anyone since back then?” Daphne asked.

“I wish I could say yes,” the kitsune said, “but that would be a lie. What I can say is that I have not devoured a single human in all that time. Every person I have killed in the past three hundred years has given me ample reason to do so, and I have done it only in the interest of protecting others or defending myself.”

“Then… how did you change?” Ricky asked, fiddling with his jacket strings and not quite meeting Mystery’s eyes.

“I was grabbed by the tails and wrangled into changing,” Mystery laughed, reminiscing. “Where to begin? Ah! Do you remember what Vivi told you about the night Mushi was given her gift?”

“She was hunting a yokai!” Daphne exclaimed. “Was she hunting you?”

Mystery nodded, sliding off the armrest and returning to his true form. “I mentioned a few minutes ago that I was… good at hunting humans. Did I not?”

They nodded.

“If you’re a yokai who has resorted to being a man-killer, it is of the utmost importance not to draw too much attention to oneself. On the island of Japan alone, humans outnumber kitsune at least ten thousand to one. Even back then. And they aren’t meek herd animals either. If you’re a yokai, and you kill the wrong human or make it obvious that you’re the culprit, their warriors will come after you as ruthless and unrelenting as ants. Big, loud, monkey-looking ants wielding fire and big, pointy sticks. No matter how strong you are, the strength and persistence of the human spirit has eventually slain even the mightiest of us. If you want to avoid this fate, you have to be smart about it. And for most of my life, I was smart about it. I won’t go into too much detail about such a shameful thing, but I will tell you that I was only caught a handful of times during the first eight hundred years of my life, and increasingly less as I grew older and wiser. And each time I was caught, I was usually able to escape unscathed. Then I’d disappear for anywhere from a few months to a few decades, wait for the heat to die down, then start again elsewhere. That is, until I obtained my ninth tail.”

Mystery sighed and looked up at the ceiling, silently cursing his past self. “Idiocy,” he began again, “has no age limit. Many like to believe that foolishness is reserved for the young. Allow me to stand before you as a living testament that this is not the case. I don’t believe I ever, in my millennia on Earth, acted more imbecilic than in my ninth century of life. I was so proud of myself when I obtained my ninth tail. I had gone nine hundred years on Earth without being slain by spirit nor man, and now I was among the most powerful of my kind. My maximum potential for power was at last in my grasp. I thought I was invincible. And I acted as if I was invincible. I killed where I wished, when I wished. I acted carelessly with magic. Flaunted my so-called ‘cleverness’ and power by using it on beings dumber and weaker than myself. I became vain, arrogant, gluttonous, and needlessly cruel. Even more so than I was already. Not so unlike the way a certain parrot has become, if I do say so myself,” the kitsune growled. “To everyone… except one.”

“Shiromori,” Ricky guessed.

Mystery nodded. “She was an accident, as I told you earlier. I’d been a nine-tailed fox for at least sixty years when she was born. As to why I kept her, I wish I could say it was ‘love at first sight’, but that would be a lie. I kept her partially on a whim, but also because when it comes to life, longevity breeds boredom and she was something new that I could study. At the very least, I thought she could be useful in the future. And given that I had reached sexual maturity with the growth of my ninth tail and would probably be searching for a mate within the next century or so, I thought it wise to practice parenting on this little… whatever it was in preparation for rearing my own kits someday. And perhaps potential partners would find a suitor attractive who’d already proven himself to be a capable father.

“As for what kind of father I was to Shiromori… that’s debatable. I looked after her. Raised her. Helped her figure out her powers. I was hands-off enough that she was able to make mistakes and find strength on her own. But I was not neglectful. Shiro was cared for and wanted for nothing. I taught her as both father and teacher, and every other yokai within a hundred miles knew that anyone who tried to harm or otherwise eat her would be met by my teeth. Eventually I fell in love with my child, though I was too prideful and not self-aware enough to realize nor admit it at the time. And Shiro loved me as her parent. So looking at it that way, yes. I was a good father.

"But on the other paw… I raised her to be like me. And as you know, I wasn’t exactly good. Children are a product of their environments. I became the way I was through the ambition my parents taught me and what I had to learn in order to survive. And Shiromori became the way she was exactly the same way. Modeling my behavior at the time gave her little regard for the lives of humans or other yokai, and a streak of arrogance and overconfidence that often got her into trouble.”

“And I take it that caught up to you?” Ricky asked.

“That it did. Ours was an unsustainable and irresponsible way of life, but I was so sure of my own power that I thought no one could stop us. My final mistake began when Shiromori and I went on a killing spree in a village about thirty miles north of the capital city of Edo, which eventually became modern Tokyo. I imagine that news of such a violent act by a yokai so close to the capital would have been distressing to the Emperor to say the least, so a samurai was dispatched to slay me.

“Needless to say, he tracked us down. I sent Shiromori into the forest to hide while I engaged one of the strongest warriors in Japan in combat… and I won. I had killed a samurai! And I was proud of it.”

The glimmer of old pride passed over Mystery as quickly as it came before he was once again scoffing with disgust at his past self. “If you thought I was vain before, I became a real peacock after. Gloating about my victory the whole way, Shiro and I took the samurai’s sword and helmet - with his head still in it, as trophies. We retreated to Aokigahara - ‘blue tree meadow’. About 50 miles west of Edo. It was a favorite spot of mine. I really ought to go back someday, but I don’t think I’d take any of you humans with me if I did. Aokigahara has since ancient times had a reputation as a home to yūrei - ghosts. On account of the fact that in times of famine, people would leave their sick and elderly there to die.”

“Jeepers! That’s horrible!” Daphne cried.

“It was surprisingly common practice across Japan actually,” Vivi said, having come back into the room and sat on the armrest beside Daphne. “It’s called ubasute. And Aokigohara was a favorite spot by many to do it.”

“Suicide is considered an honorable act in Japanese culture,” Mystery said. “A fact that unfortunately has given Aokigahara a more modern nickname in English - Japan’s Suicide Forest.”

“Jinkies! I’ve heard of that place!” Velma exclaimed. “It’s one of the biggest suicide hot spots in the world. It’s broken multiple records for the number of bodies found in it. People travel there with the express purpose of killing themselves. It happens so often that the locals see fit to organize police and volunteer search parties to comb the forest for corpses or survivors of suicide attempts every now and again.”

“There are signs posted all over the place advertising suicide hotlines and asking people to think of their loved ones,” Ricky added. “It’s really sad.”

“Correct on all counts,” Mystery confirmed. “Even people who go there not intending to die often get lost or fall into the holes and caves that are present in the volcanic rock throughout the forest. It isn’t exactly a human-friendly place, and mortal wildlife is extremely rare. It’s teeming with yūrei though, and certain kinds of yokai are welcome. Which is why I thought it the perfect place to lie low for a while and have a vacation of sorts until the humans got over it, just as I had many times before.

“What I did not know was that my final murder had incited the wrath of one of the Samurai’s close friends: a talented young Onna-musha famed for her blue hair. As you could probably guess, her name was Mushi.”

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“You really are amazing Arthur,” Lewis said after Arthur and Marcie were done going over what they’d accomplished so far.

“Eh, don’t give me too much credit,” Arthur shrugged sheepishly. “There’s no way I could have done any of this if it weren’t for Marcie.”

“-But you deserve a lot of credit too,” Marcie interjected. “Mr. E could have come to me. He had weeks. But he didn’t take the leap. You did. And I don’t think he would’ve had the skill to do some of the things you’ve done so far either. That’s the whole point of this swap.”

“I’m sensing some animosity,” Lewis said.

“He’s been blackmailing me for months and I literally only found out today that he was probably doing it for my own safety. I know what Arthur’s told me about him, but I’m going to need to see this for myself and hear an apology from his own mouth before I even consider being buddies with him,” Marcie grumbled.

“Which is totally understandable. And valid. But I do encourage you to give him a chance. I’ve been with the guy all day. It’s gotten deep a couple of times. I really think he and Mystery Inc. have reached an understanding. Even Velma is acting friendly with him now.”

Marcie blinked at Lewis with shock at that last statement, but she quickly shook it off and went back to her computer, blushing. “Why should that affect my decision?”

Lewis and Arthur glanced at each other and exchanged knowing smirks.

Interesting…

“Just saying. All things considered,” Lewis said, playing dumb, “she’s the one with the most reason not to like him out of everyone in the gang. So if even Velma’s been swayed, then that says a lot, doesn't it?”

Marcie ducked down even further, pretending to be focused on something else. “I suppose…”

“By the way,” Arthur said to Lewis, “It’s your turn to update me. What’s been going on at the house? Any developments? How are you? How are Vivi and Mystery? Did you tell them about uh… us? And what did you tell them? How did they react? How is Ricky? Is everyone getting along?”

“Alright Artie, alright. Slow down!” Lewis laughed. “And to answer your question, things have been good for most of today.”

“Buuut?” Arthur prompted, and Marcie was clearly listening too.

“Ricky had a bit of a… reaction to Mystery being a kitsune. Understandably. But when I left, they were talking it out. And assuming it went well…” Lewis cringed.

“Oh no. What?”

“Right about now, Mystery should be telling them about… his past.”

Arthur’s face went pale with realization.

“... Oh. Thaaat could go a lot of ways, couldn’t it?”

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“Now children, if you doubted my sincerity before then doubt no more,” Mystery said with a flourish. “Because I’m about to entrust to you a piece of information that my kind would rather the world forgot about: I’m going to tell you how to kill me.”

“There’s like- a specific way?” Shaggy said bewilderedly.

“Indeed there is. Now I’m sure it’s possible to kill a kitsune via other means, but they’re far from as effective as what I’m about to tell you.”

“I don’t want to know,” Ricky said quickly.

Mystery’s head snapped over to him in surprise.

“I mean think about it. I know you want to give this to us as a sign of trust. But what if Pericles forces our hand somehow and makes one of us tell him how to kill you? I know this goes against what we talked about earlier, but I don’t want anyone else to die because of me. Knowledge is power, but knowing this sounds like a burden that I don’t want. Please, Mystery. If the others are okay with knowing, then tell them. It’s your decision. But just- let me leave the room first?”

The kitsune stared at him for a long moment. “How wise you’ve become,” he muttered.

“It isn’t like nobody knows this,” Vivi piped up. “Mystery’s told Lewis, Arthur, and I. So if he like… turns evil or something crazy like that, then we do in fact know how to slay him.”

“Well then… Ricky’s right. I don’t want to know either,” said Fred. “You’ve given us enough of your secrets as is. Keep this one. I don’t want your life in my hands.”

“Me neither,” Daphne agreed.

Shaggy and Scooby nodded as well.

Velma hugged herself nervously. “I… would like to know,” Velma said. “I’m sorry gang, but he’s been telling us for the past twenty minutes about how he used to enjoy killing innocent people. And I don’t know if I can trust somebody who used to be that bad. I would just- feel a lot better if the odds were evened out.”

“And that is wise as well,” Mystery said with a nod. “And I know I can trust you to keep a secret, Velma.”

Without saying a word, the kitsune stared at Velma for a long moment. Then suddenly she jumped, looking positively bewildered. Her face changed from confused, to understanding, to accepting, then she nodded at Mystery. And a moment later her eyes widened and momentarily flickered over to Mystery’s tails, but she looked away just as quickly.

“Got it?” Mystery asked.

“Yes,” Velma nodded. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Like um. I’m confused. You didn’t say anything,” Shaggy said, scratching his head.

“Telepathy, my dear Norville,” Mystery said, puffing up his chest. “A rather neat and useful little trick if I do say so myself. Especially when one needs to communicate without being overheard.”

The five of them stared at him. Telepathy. Because of course.

“Back to the matter of my transformation,” the kitsune said as he resumed his story. “As I told you all earlier, kitsune gain tails as we grow older, wiser, and more powerful. What I did not tell you is that we can lose that power if we lose our tails. Anyone with a prayer of slaying a kitsune would know this.”

“Mystery!” Ricky snapped. “Did I not just say I didn’t want to know-”

“I told you how to weaken me, not how to kill me. There is a difference. And the former is important for what happened next. Because Mushi did know this. And she took great advantage of it.

“Our battle shook the forest to its roots. Unlike her samurai friend, Mushi had power that took us completely off guard. Those powers combined with her own strength, skill, and cunning made Mushi formidable even against Shiromori and myself at once.”

“She cut off two of your tails. Didn’t she?” Daphne asked.

“She cut off three,” Mystery corrected. “I only regrew one of them as of a few years ago. It takes much longer to earn back and regrow a lost tail than one that hasn’t grown in yet. And it took- a lot… to regain my seventh tail. As for my fight with Mushi, with three tails down and my creation on the verge of being slain, I had no choice but to yield. But instead of killing me, Mushi made a deal with me: that she would spare the lives of myself and my daughter if only I would submit to her, and fight at her side. I had little choice but to agree.”

Mystery scoffed at his past self. “And what’s really sad is that’s what it took for me to realize how much Shiro meant to me. My pride was shattered. I had lost a third of my tails - a third of my power. But what scared me the most was Mushi’s sword poised above my Shiro, and a life flashing before my eyes without her in it.

“All the same, that’s a fate I suffered anyway. I had to leave her behind that day, wounded and unconscious. When she awoke it would have taken her a long time to fully recover. I have little doubt in my mind that she thought my abandonment the ultimate betrayal - that I had chosen a human over her. I spent so long running from her. It was over three hundred years before I saw her again, and even then I never got the chance to explain myself, to tell her the whole story, to apologize.”

“-And it’s all my fault,” Vivi sighed.

“No. It isn’t,” Mystery growled. “I refuse to allow you to do that to yourself, Vivi. Though it seems that my prior efforts to rid you of that ridiculous notion have been futile.”

“But-”

“But nothing. It was a messy, complicated, dangerous situation from the get-go and the only way it could have ended was badly. Or need I remind you that Shiromori wasn’t the only thing that attacked us that night?”

The two Mystery Skulls stared each other down. Jaws set, eyes narrowed, stubbornly refusing to look away.

“Uh… what else attacked you that night?” Scooby asked with a tilt of his head.

A very different energy passed between them at Scooby’s question, and Mystery looked away. “A story for another night,” he growled with finality. “All you need to know right now is that Vivi is an extremely good person. I have assured her countless times that her actions were correct back then, but she can’t help but wonder what could have been. I believe she fantasizes that she, the boys, and Shiro could have been friends. And that perhaps the Mystery Skulls may have five members after all if only the events of that night had gone differently.”

“You don’t know they wouldn’t have,” Vivi said.

“I know that Shiromori didn’t have the time to change nor the found appreciation for humans that I did. And it’s very likely that she was still killing people before she caught up with us. I loved her. But she was a monster, Vivi. Just like me.”

“Just like you used to be,” Vivi corrected.

“If you knew,” Mystery said, “what I have done to protect this family, and all of the times I have failed to protect this family, I do not think you would say the same.”

“Then maybe that makes me selfish but whatever it was, I’m glad you did it!” Vivi shouted.

An extremely tense, awkward silence fell over the room. Mystery was furious, but his tails had stopped lashing and he looked positively stunned. Vivi was red in the face, stiff with anger. And Ricky and the kids had shrunk down into their seats, not daring to make any attempts at deescalation.

“It’s been a long day,” Vivi said finally, still not breaking eye contact with Mystery. “I think we’re at a good stopping point for the night. Right, Mystery?”

“Correct,” the kitsune said, also not looking away nor blinking. “I think Vivi and I have a couple of things to talk about, and it’s impolite to impose one’s internal affairs upon guests. So if you please, I think it would be best if you all retired for the evening.”

“But like-”

Velma slapped a hand over Shaggy’s mouth before he could say something stupid. “Yep! Great story! And I’m suddenly really tired. What about you E?”

“Yep. Exhausted. Goodnight Mystery. Night Vivi.”

“Night!” The others echoed. And the six of them skedaddled so fast they left dust clouds in their wake.

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“I see,” Arthur said once Lewis was done summarizing their day. “Well. Regardless of how that conversation is going right now, I’m glad Ricky’s in a safe place and that you guys are being good to him. Knowing that makes me feel like… what I’m doing is really worth it, you know?”

“Of course,” Lewis said. “We could tell how important this was to you. And Ricky… isn’t bad to be around. All of us can tell that he really is trying. So speaking of trying, what’s your plan going forward from here? Is there a plan? And what do you need me to do?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up at the question and he snapped to attention with a grin. “General Fleach,” he said in a playful commanding tone, “Brief Private Pepper on our plan of attack! The next phase of the operation begins at 0030 hours!”

“Aye aye, Major General Kingsmen,” Marcie said with a salute, going along with the bit. “So the first phase of Arthur’s plan, obviously, was collecting information and allies. And he’s done that,” she said, pointing to herself with her thumb. “Simultaneously, he also completed phase two, in which he provided Pericles, Brad, and Judy with false data on his- or rather Mr. E's, mental state and the effectiveness of the venom. As a result they’re bound to be much more cautious with him for a while, which buys us time and privacy to carry out the rest of the plan. Which brings us to phase three: accomplishing what we needed to accomplish. And we actually finished the first thing right before you got here.”

“Oh really? What did you do?”

“First,” Marcie said, “Remember this, because this is important: A while back I hid a camera for Velma in one of Destroido’s main hallways. And that’s where Arthur put on his little ‘demonstration’ earlier. Which means that Velma already has access to proof on video that everything Mr. E has been telling you about the cobra larvae in his spine is the truth. She just needs to go in and check the footage from about 4:00 to 4:30-ish.”

“I did that on purpose,” Arthur said, “in case we couldn’t get the proof I really wanted.”

“That proof being?”

“This,” Arthur said. And he held up a small, purple flash drive for Lewis to see.

“We hacked into Destroido’s security recordings for the past two weeks,” Marcie said. “And we got em’. There’s proof there that a lot of the bad things Destroido has done since Pericles and E started working together has been behind E’s back. Definitely not all of it, but definitely more than I would’ve thought. The Horrible Herd for example? The mutant cows that almost ate Crystal Cove? E didn’t know about that until it was too late to go back, so he didn’t have much choice but to go along with it past a certain point. We got footage of Mr. E plotting the coup, and Pericles’ conspiracy with Brad and Judy. And everything they did to him afterward. The footage is all there. Labeled and organized.”

“And here I thought you didn’t like him,” Lewis said, taking the flashdrive from Arthur.

“I don’t,” Marcie said. “But the proof’s all there that he realized what path he was on and tried to fix it. And even so, I don’t care how much I don’t like the guy. Nobody deserves what’s on those tapes.”

“This is one of the things I need you to do,” Arthur said. “Even if we fail at everything else we’re aiming for. If these recordings get out of here, then we have a way of making sure everyone knows that Ricky isn’t like them. He fucked up. It’s true. And maybe there are some things he deserves to be punished for. But if there’s a trial, Ricky doesn’t deserve to get roped in with Pericles, Brad and Judy. Any judge and jury would have to take his attempts to fix things and what he went through for that into consideration!”

“You’re right,” Lewis said, closing his fingers around the precious object. “I’ll make sure this makes it to the others.”

“Also. Before you watch that,” Arthur said, “make sure you tell Ricky about this and get his permission to see them first. There’s… some sensitive stuff in those recordings. If you watched it without him, without his permission, it would be a really shitty thing to do. So make sure he knows about it.”

“Don’t worry,” Lewis said. “You can count on me to do this right.”

“Thank you, Lewis. But I’m afraid that’s not all I need you to do. Two nights from now, Marcie and I are going to make our escape. And in order to make sure it goes off successfully, we need you to be waiting for us. But not just that. There are preparations I need you and the others to make. Because after we get out of here, we need to get this thing out of Ricky’s back ASAP. I mean like immediately after. I need to go straight from here into surgery. And I have a plan for how we’re gonna do it. Pericles is never going to see it coming.”

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Vivi and Mystery listened intently to the others’ fast retreating footsteps and only when they were fading into the distance did one of them speak.

“You, Lewis, and Arthur,” Vivi said evenly, “are my world. You are my universe. You are my happiness. I don’t care what we’re doing. The Mystery Skulls, together until we join Lewis one by one and greet death as an old friend. Then after that? So long as I am with the three of you, death is but the next great adventure. That is the destiny I want. And not a single one of us would even be here if it weren’t for you. You have watched over my family for centuries. Even before we knew your true self, you were there. For my entire life. Watching over us and keeping us safe. So whatever you’ve done and yes - whoever you’ve killed to bring us where we are now, I’m grateful for it. Because of all the possible timelines that could have been, I get to live in the one where the four of us are together.”

“Are we?” Mystery asked. “How ‘together’ are we, Vivi? Let’s review. Arthur is presently imprisoned in another person’s body under the wing of a psychotic parrot. In a situation that may have never happened if it weren’t for my actions in Crystal Cove over twenty years ago. And how long exactly will Arthur be with us, Vivi? Whether you admit it to yourself or not, he is as much a third wheel now as he was when you and Lewis started dating. I know you have made efforts to not shut him out. But inevitably, that’s what happens when two-thirds of a trio are in a relationship. What happens when he meets a nice girl, or perhaps a boy, who would rather do something other than solve mysteries with us? What happens then?”

Vivi recoiled at the thought. No! Artie belongs with me and-

“-And where is Lewis right now?” Mystery demanded. Vivi snapped her attention back to the argument and shoved whatever-the-fuck-that-was into a box for later. “Lewis has gone to talk to Arthur. He’s the only one who could possibly hope to get into Destroido to talk to Arthur because he is a ghost. As in he is dead. And it’s once again because I failed!”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Vivi said, without a drop of doubt in her voice. “Everything that happened twenty years ago? No one could see what the curse was doing but you. You protected us. And when it got to be too much, you got us out. We might have died here if it weren’t for you. And three years ago? The caves? Reverb? None of us could have seen it coming. Not even you. For a guy who’s been preaching to Ricky all night about not blaming himself for things out of his control, you’re sure doing a lot of it right now. You’re not a god, Mystery. Even if you’re related to them. And even gods can’t do everything, because if they could they would have dealt with that damn entity themselves and it wouldn’t be on us to slay it. You are the only reason what happened that night wasn’t worse.”

“Worse? How could it have been worse, Vivi?” Mystery nearly yelled, but he remembered that they didn’t exactly want to be overheard, so he checked his tone. “You were so traumatized by what happened that night that albeit temporarily, you blocked Lewis out of your memory entirely. Lewis is dead. I watched that boy grow from a kit, convinced his family to move with ours to Tempo, looked on with approval as your friendship blossomed into love. But when he needed me the most, I could do nothing but watch him fall!”

“You may have watched him fall,” Vivi reminded him quietly, “But you didn’t see him land.”

And Mystery saw it on her face, the moment her mind was transported elsewhere. At the bottom of a cliff, looking on in helpless horror as the love of her life gasped and trembled, blood gurgling past his lips and the light leaving his eyes. His blood pouring down the stalagmite running through his-

Mystery crossed the room in one great bound and pulled Vivi, shaking, into his embrace. A paw and seven tails wrapped delicately around her and her arms encircled his neck, her face buried in his soft fur as she was grounded back to the present.

It was a long moment before Mystery spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Vivi croaked, rubbing her eyes under her glasses before the tears could fall. “It wasn’t Arthur’s either. Reverb is to blame, and he’s been destroyed. Beyond death. Beyond rebirth.”

“He was a coward,” Mystery said. “Hiding in the bodies of others and using them to do his dirty work. I should’ve been able to handle the likes of him.”

“And you did.”

“Arthur-”

“-Is alive today because of you. You know that, right?” Vivi asked, looking up at him. “We’ve had this conversation many times before. Had you not acted, Reverb would have possessed Arthur entirely. And what would he have made him do next? Jump to his death after Lewis? Go after you? Go after me? Maybe move on after that and hurt some more people too?”

They were quiet for another few moments, clinging to each other to stay in the present, lest they slip into the horrors of their past.

“... I want him back,” Mystery murmured, feeling as vulnerable, pathetic, and weak as he’d ever been. “I need him back, Vivi. There’s still so much I have to say- so much I have to make up to him. He’s still afraid of me…” Mystery shuddered, feeling his throat closing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was 3 years ago. Mystery was a kitsune. He wasn’t supposed to feel regret. But why, when he was with her, did it feel so easy to let these feelings flow? “He shies away from this form. Even when I’m a dog, he flinches at the mere sight of me. And all because I-... because I-”

A terrified orange eye on the verge of turning green. A hoarse cry for help tearing from Arthur’s throat. And all Mystery had been able to do was- the taste of Arthur’s blood in his mouth- deep laughter reverberating throughout the cavern- his child screaming-

Mystery was both grateful and angry in that moment, that his ancestors had blessed him with the oh-so human ability to cry. And he was even more grateful that his friend had left him her granddaughter to be with him through it.

At this point I should just stop wishing for short chapters. The chapter is how long it's gonna be and I don't have much control over that. I give up! And ya know what? Maybe that's a good thing. Cuz not gonna lie, this might be my favorite chapter of the whole fic so far. The storytelling, the worldbuilding, and the angst was so fun to write! The argument between Vivi and Mystery at the end took me by surprise, but I loved getting to explore their relationship and their shared trauma, and to show a bit of Mystery's vulnerable side. As we all know, Mystery's backstory is speculation at best in the Mystery Skulls canon. When the next MSA video is released mine will likely be proven to be completely inaccurate. I just took what little we did know with my limited knowledge and research on Japanese History and Mythology (and depictions of Japan's spirit world that I've seen in various media which may or may not be totally inaccurate) and went from there. If I have anything totally incorrect or in any way depicted something in an offensive way (which was completely not my intention) feel free to correct me. I wanted to give Mystery a human form, but there's so much fantastic concept art out there of human Mystery that I couldn't choose just one, so I just went with the idea that he has multiple. As for the three that showed up in this chapter, the first was taken from @RavenouScorpian's fantastic Human Mystery design. The third one was taken from the Human Mystery design by @phantriicks. And the second one was just me picturing Mystery as a hot anime fox girl. Because he's a mischievous fox spirit and I feel like he'd take one look at anime, realize humans are actually into that shit, and be like: "Disgusting! Give it to me now!" Lol he has no pride when it comes to fucking with humans. Another thing I enjoyed doing this chapter was alluding to future reveals. What did Mystery do 20 years ago? If Ricky allows the others to see those tapes, how will they react? And what else does Arthur have up his sleeve? Still no Cassidy this chapter, but patience young padawans, patience. I promise it'll be worth it! Chapter 19 is currently in progress at just over 3k words, and I'mma go ahead and tell you: Things. Are about to get. Nuts.

I also wanted to give a quick thank you to Lucarn on ao3 for his wonderful in-depth comments on Chapter 17. I loved them! 🥰

Chapters 1-17 of One of Us are presently posted on Archive of Our Own.

I intend to post Chapter 18 to Ao3 in the morning.

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pokemon-ranger-booker · 2 years ago

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Nothin quite like getting home from work only to find that my Zorua ate a ton of my special imported VERY EXPENSIVE Komala coffee beans then peed on my bed three times

#his name is Zoinks in case anyone is wondering #and i love him to death #but also i swear he tests me every day #little guys favourite thing to do is to sneak outside then transform into a creepy child and stare in my window #it scares me every damn time #anyways i will be sleeping on a bare msttress tonight #good night #pokemon #pokemon ranger #Unreality

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Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 23: A Tiki Scare is No Fair

Interesting typeface for this episode’s title card.

Already the episode impresses me with its scenery, the special effects with the volcano, and the instrumental music.

Vacation in Hawaii!

Shaggy puts on a winning smile for Mr. Simms photo, making me wonder why some people think he’s unattractive compared to Fred or why he would be unsuccessful with getting a girlfriend.

Animation goof: Shaggy’s hair turns a shade lighter despite no sunlight/firelight.

Scooby Gang had been invited by Mr. Simms (A teacher? Acquaintance from town? Connections with Daphne’s family?) to participate in his tour to Hawaii, but Shaggy is already expecting things to go south based on his experiences with the rest of the gang so far.

I shouldn’t quickly assume Mr. Simms to be sus, but his fashion choice, mustache-too-dark-compared-to-his-hair, and his expression when getting confirmation that Shaggy and Scoob will not go to a supposedly haunted village are too distracting.

An animator decided that Shaggy’s eyes needed to look more perpetually nervous/excited than usual.

Ghost Drums with a groovy beat herald the sky (and entire scenery) turning a dark muddy sienna before Tiki Ghost shows up.

Tiki Ghost standing in the area Mr. Simms was in but now isn’t is not helping me not suspect him. Will this be this show’s second culprit who paints parts of his skin to pass off as a different race?

All the buff Hawaiian guys and Scooby wind up ditching Shaggy by accident as everyone flees the Tiki Ghost in a panic.

This background dance song sounds like the default music the Scooby Gang are known to use. Debut episode, or has it played before in previous episodes and I haven’t paid attention??

Ultra Instinct Shaggy breaks down and surfs on a door to warn Fred, Daphne, and Velma about the “witch doctor” (imma still call him the Tiki Ghost.).

Lots of arm movement in this episode despite the rest of the bodies being stationary. (Daphne raising both arms over her head, Fred making the go-get-‘em arm movement, Velma moving her hands from behind her back to in front of her waist.)

“I think you’re full of poi.”

“Shaggy, it’s a scientific fact that people and Scooby don’t just vanish, poof.” “Yeah? Like, it’s also a scientific fact that drums don’t play without drummers.” “Hm.” In other news, animation goof: Shaggy was holding a map from the side view of the Mystery Van, but during the frontal close up as Velma was talking, there is suddenly no map.

Random old man just there to confuse Velma as he disappears as soon as she points him out. Also Shaphne chill me, they’re just standing right next to each other.

Dancing and floating ghost drum. Also how were they standing in front of the Mystery Van a moment ago only to have to enter the scene again running from offscreen to offscreen???

Wait a minute, is Scooby in that dancing drum? Please let that be Scooby in that dancing drum 😆

Everyone said “ZOINKS!” The world must be ending.

YAAAAAY it IS Scooby!!! 🤣

“Scooby-Doo, where were you?!”

“Now let’s find Mr. Simms.” “Let’s don’t.” Dude.

Shaggy and Scooby not interested in looking for Mr. Simms even though he took them to 47 luaus, but quickly change gears on the possibility he’ll take them to a 48th. Our heroes, everybody.

“You walked with me 🎶 Footprints in the sand 🎶 And helped me understand, Where I'm going…🎶” ~ Leona Lewis. Also, Velma’s clue (the footsteps and sand, not Leona Lewis.)

Mr. Simms is actually a journalist.

Animation Goof: lower outline of Daphne’s eyes are missing.

“Besides, those tracks stop at the JUNGLE.”“We can follow them in the JUNGLE.” Hawaii technically has Tropical Rainforests, but apparently jungles can also mean the lower part of rainforests, so what do I know? 🤷‍♀️

Fred weirds me out when he says the Scooby Snack [he’s holding to bribe Scooby] smells delicious and he actually looks like he’s enjoying it. Shaggy weirds me and everyone out when he sits, pants like a dog, eats the Scooby Snack right out Fred’s hand, and starts sniffing and crawling on the ground. 🤨

Old Hawaiian man sees a weirdo sniffing the ground with his dog and hides, as he should.

Piggy-back Stack escape in order from bottom to top: Velma > Freddy > Daphne > Shaggy > Scooby. Fun fact: the term “piggyback” might actually be from the term “pick-pack” (objects that were taken from storage and pitched onto a person's waiting shoulders for transport) that slowly evolved over time. Old Hawaiian man laughs at their antics, as he should.

Via the laws of shenanigary, the Scooby gang winds up split by accident (Fred + Daphne + Velma and Shaggy + Scooby.)

Oh never mind they all reunited. “Something will hit me.” Talking about figuring out how to find Shag and Scoob approximately three seconds before the iconic duo crashed into the three of them.

Shaggy finds a clue in the form of a towering idol/statue. Which means by sheer dumb luck, they found the haunted village.

Animation Goof: Why do Velma’s freckles keep reappearing and disappearing? Does she have any or not, show???

Animation Goof: Fred’s hair turned lemon blond before reverting back to banana blond.

??????? Is the Idol/Statue a machine??? How did it turn around like that??? More importantly, how do none of you notice it moving literally a second after you walked past it?????

Statue opens eyes. It tots is a machine.

Scooby Gang accidentally stumble upon the Tiki Ghost behind a hut, and run off. I assume he was about to go to the bathroom before they took him by surprise because all he does is angrily wave his stick at them without chasing them.

Shaggy hears a snorting/grunting/oinking sound and automatically assumes it’s Daphne Blake making them. Help this gives me so many questions about their friendship/relationship 😅🤣

Also, gang winds up split up by accident again, same groups as previously mentioned.

Shaggy confirmed to own a slingshot?

Since Shaggy has no slingshot at hand, he picks up Scooby by the tail and holds him like a club. This works because Ultra Instinct + Shenanigans.

Angry Momma Warthog and her not-as-angry-babies!

Good news: Fred taking a torch off a wall doesn’t make a secret trapdoor appear right under Danger-Prone-Daphne and close up when she falls through. Bad news: Fred taking a torch off a wall makes a secret trapdoor appear right under VELMA and close up when she falls through. Conclusion: Someone on the writing team is a Fraphne shipper and didn’t want Velma butting in?

Velma has landed in an underground cave or stone dwelling, which I assume used to hold animals or prisoners based on the chains we see.

Velma finds Mr. Simm’s tacky hat on a stone table. Only the end of the episode will tell if her assumption he’s been captured is spot on or missing the mark.

Bad news: Tiki Ghost enters his criminal headquarters and almost finds Velma. Good news: she’s smart as well as athletically inclined (not nearly as contradictory interests as mainstream media has and continues to lead you to believe despite all claims they are trying to subvert these tropes) and quickly escapes him.

“C’mon, Scoob. Like, you’re not really afraid of ghosts, are you?” Yes he is and so are you.

Lots of visual indicators of speedy movement this episode.

Giant Statue is the Iron Giant, but bad and on wheels.

Shaggy adding high knees to his usual running movement because fleeing for your life doesn’t meen you skip leg day.

Reunion with Velma, making Shaggy’s iconic duo with Scooby the iconic trio again.

Warning-about-potential-danger-but-another-character-finishes-your-sentence-correctly-name-dropping-the-bad-guy-you-were-going-to-mention-and-you-marvel-how-the-other-character-knows-only-for-them-to-point-behind-you-because-whoops-the-bad-guy-is-RIGHT-THERE gag.

Shaggy power jogs away then back again to retrieve Scooby. Don’t underestimate leg day.

Tiki Ghost pulls a Droopy Dog gag by inexplicably appearing in the very hut Shag+Velm+Scoob are hiding in as they barricade the door and even helps them.

Daphne, as she and Fred continue to look for Shag+Velm+Scoob in the same hut where they are trapped since she paid attention when they all accidentally split up from each other each time and there’s no visible way that the other three could get in: “Fred, there’s nobody here but us.” Fraphne shippers: 👀👀👀

Hey, it’s that old man again! Obviously he’s not the Tiki Ghost (I knew it!). Genuinely innocent, or the one manning the Statue?

Shelma: Shaggy dressed as Tarzan, Velma as Jane. Scooby’s there as Cheetah the Chimp. Vaguely remember this moment as a child and probably what helped me ship Shelma, without questioning when and how they nabbed Flintstone- like fur outfits. Also, why did people think Velma was fat? She’s not even remotely plus-sized in the series???

If Tiki Ghost really is Mr. Simms, he’s either dumber than a pile of rocks, he can’t see well out of that mask, or he’s uncomfortable with Shelma attire because the diversion to get Tiki Ghost away WORKS.

Fred and Daphne discover a room with super shiny oyster shells, indicating a motive for whoever the culprit may be (in case Mr. Simms really is innocent with a criminally bad fashion sense and is tied up somewhere.). There is also an OPEN WINDOW. Where they can ESCAPE. Please tell me they go out the window.

YES!!!! (They do)

“I’m too whacked to walk…”

An old abandoned airplane?

Nope. Not old, anyhow, as Velma quickly discovers the vegetation covering the aircraft is made of plastic. Meanwhile, poor Shaggy trips a wire that causes him to experience a jumpscare from the cackling skeleton sitting in the pilot’s seat, prompting this gem: “It’s a skinny spook! 😭”

Shaggy tries to get the last laugh on the fake skeleton after Velma snaps its cord attached to a recorder. “Hey, Skinny, d’you know why the skeleton went to the library? To bone up on a few things! 😜”

To everyone’s horror and my amusement, the skeleton thinks Shaggy’s joke is punny. “ehhahaHAhahaHAhehahaHA! 💀” Shaggy: 0; Skinny: 2

I just realized this episode might be the first time this show is using solid colored frames to indicate cutting from one scene to the next.

Everybody literally bumps into each other and reunite. “We were hoping we’d bump into you guys.” Shaphne and shared pun-related humor. “Yeah, but not so hard.”

And I'll carry you 🎶 When you need a friend 🎶 You'll find my footprints in 🎶 the sand 🎶” ~ Leona Lewis

There’s the old man again. Is he a masked menace after all?

Shaggy reminds us he’s the canonically stated to be athletically inclined one by taking the lead in swimming into the river/lake as they follow the old man.

Fred second-guessing his tendency to have himself and the gang immediately follow suspicious beings when they come up in a mysterious cavern with an ominous staircase.

Here is Tiki Ghost! And Statue!

In one scene, Daphne’s arms and body are clearly in front of Fred’s, but a split second later with a close up, an artist/writer thought that wasn’t Fraphne enough and now has Daphne holding on to Fred’s arm for dear life.

Is it just me or does this episode feel longer than the others?

Pretty clever of them to climb onto the rafters (?) inside of the hut so the Statue/Robot doesn’t find them even as he lifts the right hut.

I think this is the most accidental split ups the gang has undergone in this episode for this series.

This is a chase scene, but I guess the music supervisor couldn’t think of a catchy, unrelated love song to go with it.

We see how the gang accidentally split up at the hut where Shaggy confused a momma warthog’s snorting for Daphne (I still have questions); the hut seems like a more modern/mechanically-inclined building disguised as a traditional dwelling — similar to how the abandoned plan was made to look older than it actually is —, and the Tiki Ghost pressed a button from the outside to make the doors revolve similar to the revolving bookcases attached to walls you see in your average haunted mansion. I for one think having the button OUTSIDE for anyone to see and not well hidden is asking for trouble, but alas, I’m not a criminal of the week from an early 70s cartoon so what do I know?

Tiki Ghost freaks out upon seeing a Great Dane using his bathtub and back scrubber.

Shaggy dancing in a purple suit, a bamboo cane, and straw hat. Truly he is a man of many talents.

Look man; clearly pressing the button to revolve the door only to reveal Shaggy or Scooby doing shenanigans isn’t helping you actually nab them, so do yourself a favor and stop screeching in irritation and try whacking them with your Skull on a Stick.

Tiki Ghost tries so hard to be scary, but freaks out and runs for his life when seeing Shag and Scoob covered in foliage. Probably had nightmares when he watched “Invasion of the Bodysnatchers (1956)”.

Frelma (Velma standing next to a seated Freddy and giving him a cute look/pose as he hatches his plan) and Shaphne (Shaggy right beside a seated Daphne) and Scoob FINALLY reach the point to lay out a probably unsuccessful trap.

I’m sorry WHY do you happen to have a trick amusement park’s mirror in your Mystery Machine???

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s skin and the sleeves attached as he plays the ghost drums are several shades lighter than the rest of his body.

I suspected this trap was going to go south from the beginning, but seeing Shag and Scooby accidentally get a random witch doctor mask attached to them as they run from the Tiki Ghost (no I will not call him a witch doctor you can’t make me) seals its fate.

Or not?? While steps 2-3 were muddled after step 1 got bungled, the fourth step of Fred’s plan (get Tiki Ghost to fall into giant pit covered in palm leaves) seems to get everything back on track on nabbing the crook.

I KNEW IT WAS MR. SIMMS! He was waaaaay too suspicious from the start.

Also, he had a henchman operating the giant statue, which begs the question: why did he catch his own boss? *rewatches the scene* Actually Shaggy and Scooby were covering the statue’s eyes when they accidentally wound up on its face. Also he was actually the first Tiki Ghost we saw in the beginning of the episode, but Simms was already sus.

Animation Goof: Daphne’s lighter skin.

Well, what d’ya know? The old Hawaiian man is actually a young (and handsome) Hawaiian man named Lieutenant Tomoro who serves the Hawaiian Police Apartment.

Last vacation day for Scooby Gang is paid for by the Lieutenant bc obv Simms is otherwise occupied with being incarcerated.

Fraphne dancing, Shelma as Shaggy watched her do the hula, Shirtless Lieutenant playing the ukelele, and Scooby surfing on a surfboard on wheels (like a gurney.)

Day 23 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

#shenanigans #hanna barbera #scooby doo where are you #scooby doo #scooby dooby doo #shaggy rogers #shaggy norville rogers #daphne blake #velma dinkley #fred jones #shaphne #frelma #shelma #fraphne #footprints in the sand #leona lewis #fun facts

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Spooks

Raymond Wadsworth X Female Reader

Summary: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my second fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021!!! I had this spur of the moment idea in the middle of the night and ended up writing a pretty long fic for it (at least long for me lol) I had a lot of fun writing it and really liked the idea- I hope you all enjoy it too! Drop something in my ask box here if you’d like!! I’m always looking for feedback and my requests are open as well! Thanks for reading!!!

Warnings: 18+, Ghosts & poltergeists, Smut, Sub Raymond, Unprotected sex, Sex in a car, Slight cum play

Main Masterlist Word count: 3.2k

Your job description wasn’t an easy one to describe, you could say Mulder and Scully would be the most accurate equivalent. Though as with all tv shows it was portrayed with a set of rose tinted glasses, giving a filter to any realities you faced on the job.

You and your department preferred to call yourselves spooks, truthfully only because the pun was funny. In reality your 8 person department were called agents just like the rest of the FBI, you guys were just more secretive than the others.

Most of the time you ended up getting handed the short straw when getting new cases as you were still the newest on the team, despite being there for several years already. Unlike most professionals in law enforcement you did not have a partner, it only slowed you down. Every place that you were scheduled to decontaminate was an in and out procedure streamlined for effectiveness, adding another body to be hyper vigilant about was a hassle. You operated alone.

Any type of paranormal phenomena that you could think of was thrown in front of you. In your opinion the cases you had the most fun on were the ones that dealt with aliens, though some ghosts could be fun on occasion. The most recent case I had to deal with was a nasty poltergeist, the worst type of ghost. They always wreaked the most havoc on whatever house or place they occupied.

The family in this house had moved out a while ago, the request to decontaminate the home had been sitting on one of your supervisors for a while. It was an old house, built around the late 1800s. Old enough that it had a bunch of unnecessary rooms, like the parlor room that you found yourself trapped in.

And, you weren’t on your own either. Trapped with you was a man with fluffy brown hair flying in any direction, his eyes a darker shade of brown that were filled with fear- yet also curiosity. He was wearing a blue romper, it looked good on him, from what you had seen while you were frantic. But, you highly doubted that it would be effective clothes for a paranormal investigation, maybe he had just stumbled across this place out of curiosity. Either that or he was the type of an inexperienced investigator who had probably had one encounter with a ghost. It did not change that he was cute though.

“I’m a paranormal investigator- uhh technically a supernatural detective! My name’s Raymond! Who are you?!” He sputtered out, ranting probably to try to push aside his fear. You were standing side by side holding the double doors of the entrance to the parlor room, pushing them down to prevent the poltergeist from ramming it down and attacking us.

“Not important!” You snapped back at him, throwing a glare at him. Even if it wasn’t such a tense situation, you weren’t supposed to give away your identity or your job description to just anyone.

With another gasping breath he asked another question, even though you hadn’t answered his first inquiry, “I came with a girl, her name’s Becca- did you see her?”

This one you would bother to answer as he was quite obviously worried about the well being of his companion, “I may have seen her speed away in a red car after she was thrown out of the house. Was that your car she took?”

Not that you really cared all that much, but if he had been stripped of his transportation by his partner you’d have to take him in your own car. Not that you really wanted to, you still would have to help him even though he was seriously hindering your decontamination. “No, I came in my own car.” He answered which made you breathe a sigh of relief, you wouldn’t have to deal with another issue after you escaped, “I don’t blame her honestly, if I could leave I would.”

You were about to answer when your pressure on the doors wasn’t enough, making you both stumble forward. When you stumbled forward your keys, along with your badge, fell out of your pocket. Your badge flipped open front and center to reveal your name, plus the exact agency you worked for in a bold logo.

“You’re an FBI agent?!” You could not confirm or deny what he had asked, you were firmly focused on scrambling to get your things and avoid the ghost that was now throwing furniture at the two of you.

When Raymond finally took notice of the being that was pelting heavy objects around you, a ghostly shape in the form of a woman with a tortured look on her face, he screamed bloody murder. It was not unlike that of a scooby doo cartoon, him obviously resembling Shaggy almost perfectly. If only he had a dog to jump into his arms before he comically zoomed away while remarking “zoinks!”

His frazzled response to the ghosts giving a rather mediocre jump scare made you wonder whether he had the credentials to back up his job title as a paranormal investigator- or as he called it a supernatural detective. You racked your brain to try and recall anytime you had seen a Raymond or a Becca on the long lists of people that were being monitored for potential involvement, coming up with nothing. Well, maybe they were new, as his reaction seemed to indicate.

Your own reaction was stoic as usual, your nerves no longer jumped and your heart no longer quickened to the visage of a ghost trying to spook you. It was in no doubt for some arcane reason probably linked to revenge towards people that no longer existed. One would normally say don’t assume anything about people, that it might offend them to assume, but dead people in your view also had dead opinions- plus relying on precedent was usually a good option when a ghost might be trying to kill you. Despite the absence of fear from you there would be no call out of “Let’s split up gang!” either. It was you mostly not wanting to explain to your employer how you lost a citizen in the middle of this place and- besides that you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want him to die no matter how much undeniable extra trouble he was causing.

“Let’s go.” Your voice was firm, no discernible room for argument or questions.

Raymond somehow found a way to wriggle in to asking yet another question, “Where are we going?”

You yanked his hand out of the room that you think might’ve been a parlor room back in it’s day. You shouldn��t have bothered to answer as it would breed more questions from him, you already gave away too much about who you are and what you do. Any extra questions you answer from him was just creating a bigger breach in your security. Yet you found yourself justifying an answer, his eyes that were probably pulled into an adorable curious look laced with fear bored into the back of your skull as you dragged him out of the room and to the nearest exit. It was only a harmless question, it didn’t even have a satisfying answer, “Anywhere but here!”

Weaving my way through the house that was better characterized as a maze was hard to navigate through. At every turn some sort of iteration of the poltergeist tried to capture us, to pull us into death with it.

The two of us did eventually find the front door, only to find that we could not pull it open, the handle was stuck.

“Step back!” You shouted at Raymond to get him to move out of the way while you prepared to kick the door down. He skittered over to be right behind you, looking over his shoulder in paranoia. You used your right foot to kick the door, using all the leg strength you could muster. After three kicks, the door burst open, letting you both free.

Scurrying quickly to your government given work vehicle, looking back for a second to make sure that Raymond was following you. You couldn’t let a civilian die here, no matter how much of a nuisance he was, and he was cute of course.

Pulling out the last resort from the trunk of your car, gasoline, you then shoved a container of it to your unexpected companion.

“Cover as much of the house as you can!” He made no argument with your plan, running right behind you back up to the house to cover it all in gasoline. Once you had both covered it as much as possible you made sure Raymond was standing back before you lit your lighter and chucked it into the wood wet with the accelerant.

As soon as you could confirm with your eyes that the house had sparked with fire, you grabbed Raymond’s arm again to drag him to your car, not even caring about the one he had come here in. You basically threw yourself into the driver's seat, starting to drive away immediately after Raymond had sat down, before he had even shut the side door.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, causing your heart to pound hard enough that it felt like it could burst out of your chest. It was not unusual in your field of work, to feel death brush right by you.

“My car?!” Raymond screamed, his body turned so he was looking out of your back window.

“Sorry no time to go back! The U.S government will reimburse you for that- maybe…” You said quickly, while trying to step harder down on the gas pedal to speed away.

The house behind you was burning so bright from you could hear the crackling from the house turning to ash. You imagined that the flames and smoke were big enough to be seen for miles, considering how much accelerant you poured on it. So much for being subtle, your boss was definitely going to chew you out for that.

When you had gained a sufficient enough distance away from the flames you pulled off into a parking lot adjacent to a park. Pulling into the parking space fast you then hit the brakes hard, jostling you two a bit.

Taking a deep breath you slumped forward to rest your head on your steering wheel, just for a moment of relaxation.

“You know burning it down won’t necessarily get rid of it.” You only grunted in response to his matter of fact statement. Your lack of response seemed to make him even more anxious, tapping his fingers on any surface that was around him to preoccupy his mind while you took your breather. He tried to fill the silence that was making him uncomfortable, “So what do you actually do?”

You sighed deeply against the steering wheel one last time, then leaning off of it to sit back in the seat. You decided that you might as well give him a small morsel of information that may satiate his curiosity, “That’s highly classified, but you could probably figure it out.”

His insistence to bring up what your job is was making your insides twist with anxiety. You were already dreading what would happen when you got back to the office. It would be a lot of paperwork to explain everything that happened, plus you’d have to submit an application on behalf of Raymond to get his car reimbursed.

The adrenaline that had spiked in your veins born out of fear was still present. It was overwhelming, and you felt the need to use it for something different than wallowing in your fear.

You redirected your gaze to fixate on Raymond, who could surely help you redirect your adrenaline. He was an attractive man, who’s personality did help make him even more desirable. Even though he was a pain in your ass, he was a cute and funny one.

His own eyes were fixated on yours as well, with a different look than what you had seen earlier. His eyes were deepened with lust, not fear, though there was still an ounce of curiosity in them- probably still wondering who exactly I was.

Grabbing the hairs at the back of his neck you then pulled him forward to crush your lips onto his. He reciprocated immediately, though did not try to challenge your dominance over the kiss. He let you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring him with diligence.

You wanted him closer to you, feeling every inch of him. So you swung your legs over his lap as best you could with the space you had to straddle him. When you did so you barely let his lips come off your own, too greedy to let them separate from yours.

A thought however was nagging you in the back of your head as you continued to melt yourself into the kiss, he had mentioned a companion that he had been worried about earlier. You did not want to step on any toes, nor endorse any type of cheating. You separated your lips from his own, even though you wanted nothing more than to envelop him in another kiss.

“This ok with you?” Your words were said right into his lips, mingling your breath with his, “You’re not with that Becca girl are you?”

“Not anymore- and yes I’m totally ok with this.” He confirmed before surging up to meet his lips with your own again. You wasted no time in starting to grind your hips onto his cock that was swiftly growing underneath his shorts. Just from grinding you could feel how large he was, even through a couple of layers.

He moved his hands to the button of your pants when you moved your lips to start nipping and sucking on his neck and jaw. You tried to kick off the articles of clothing on your lower half, panties included, without removing your lips from him. Unfortunately you had to do so because of the amount of space. You cursed under your breath, wishing that the government had paid to give you a larger vehicle.

You were already slick with arousal, also aided by sticking your fingers into his mouth to get them sufficiently wet. He bobbed his head up and down on them eagerly until you were satisfied. Removing them from his mouth you ran them up and down along your slit, getting you even more wet.

You guided his length to your entrance, not sinking down immediately. You undulated your hips so his length was coated with your arousal as well. When he bucked his hips in impatience you just pushed them down back into the seat. Then you leaned down to whisper into the shell of his ear to be patient- he’d get what he wanted.

“Fuck me.” Was all Raymond could muster up to whimper when you sunk down onto his cock, his head falling back to hit the headrest. You wasted no time in starting a fast pace, bouncing up and down on him with vigor. Raymond grabbed onto your hips when he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

His large cock bumped up against your cervix in the most pleasurable way possible as you swivel your hips over him. Your own head tilted back, your mouth opened wide to let out a loud moan when his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside you. You also felt the need to hold onto something as your release began to build inside you, getting ready to snap. So you grabbed onto the best thing you could find, running your hands through his hair and pulling on his strands.

One of his hands then moved to toy with your clit,his movements were a bit fumbled, but it swiftly made your orgasm start to crest. You were almost disappointed about how quickly this was going to be over, you however couldn’t deny that it felt amazing even with the frantic pace. In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but imagine all the other things you could do to Raymond if you were given the chance.

You fell apart above him, your eyes rolling back into your head. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, and it felt good to have it redirected to a pleasurable experience instead of fear. You kept yourself impaled on his cock for a bit after your orgasm had finished, relishing at the feeling of him inside you.

Slipping out of him was a little bit awkward because of how cramped the space was. Once his cock slipped out of you, both of you groaning at the loss of him inside of you, you wrapped your hand around his length. You started to pump him slowly in your hands, taking your time compared to earlier. Your adrenaline had abated a bit and now you wanted to see how long you could drag this out, in case you never got the chance to again.

However, It still didn’t take much movement from your hands for him to get close, he was already close to the edge from being inside you. His hips bucked up into your hands a bit before he begged, “C-can you put- your hands- around my throat?”

“Should’ve known you’d be into that.” You snarked back a bit in response to his plea. Your tone had no sympathy for him, making him obviously think that you weren’t going to oblige him by the look in his eyes. That look of pure desperation in his eyes, with his kiss swollen lips, and his curls disheveled made you buckle. He groaned loudly when you put your free hand around his neck. You only applied a small amount of pressure, but that was all Raymond needed for him to cum all over your hand.

Once you had helped him ride out his own orgasm you removed your hand from his neck and his cock. You did need to clean up the hand that was covered in his thick ropes of cum, so you brought it up to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Fuck me…” Echoing his previous words, this time with an even bigger whimper. After you had cleaned yourself and him up enough to be decent you flung yourself back to sit in the driver’s seat again.

Raymond was silent for a minute, which seemed odd if you were going off of what little experience you had with him so far. Though maybe he was still going through his post orgasm relaxation just as you were. He then broke the silence, by asking the same question again, even though you had wanted to answer it just about 30 minutes ago. You’d bet money on the reason that he kept asking, being that each time that you answered you gave him a small hint, “Will you tell me now what you actually do?”

“Maybe- if you get to know me better.” You turned the key to start the engine again then asking with another hint as to what your job was, “Consider this your lucky day, you’ve got a spook as your chauffeur. Now, where next Raymond?”

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milkacchan · 4 years ago

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Fav boys thinking S/O reader has a kid bc they misunderstood a conversation with friends or on the phone but in reality they were talking about their pet

Bc i talk to my dog like he's a small child and care for him like one and its caused confusion

Bakugou:

• he's just chillin

• youre in another room of the dorms

• You're within the ear shot

• and your phone rings

• he doesn't really think anything of it but he can't help but eavesdrop when youre on the phone

• nothing alarming until

• "How's my son?"

• and he freezes

• he feels himself pale but he keeps listening

• "I miss him so much, I didn't know it was going to be this hard to be away from him," you groan. "I just want to see him and boop his nose and coddle him."

• Jesus christ

• "he's getting chubby though, thats good, he was so tiny when he was born. So much loose skin-"

• Ngl his stomach kinda drops

• You have a kid??

• How did this happen- WHEN did it happen?

• It couldn't have-

• oh it very well could

• You disappeared for your 2nd year in UA- it could've happened then-

• and you didn't tell him.

• Not when he was your best friend and not when he was your boyfriend

• He feels betrayed- he feels gross-

• he has a right to at least KNOW of the child's existence- I mean he knew it wasn't his, but still.

• And so for the next days he's really weird.

• he tries to he normal with you, text when he can, hug you goodbye, just continue like things were

• but he just couldn't.

• And he dreads when you confront him about it- he knew you would, you've always been like that

• "You have a kid!" He snaps. "You left during second year, didn't tell anyone about it and then you came back- and you didn't tell me. I wouldn't have been mad! I wouldn't have pushed you away, I-"

"Katsuki what the FUCK are you talking about?"

"You. Have. A. Child."

"Source?"

"When you were on the phone with your mom?"

You paused for a moment. "Jesus Christ Kat, I was talking about my puppy. I got a dog while I was traveling ABROAD during my SECOND year, with my COUSIN. I helped deliver him because I was interning at a vet. He was the runt and they thought he was gonna die. So I stayed an extra two weeks and I brought him home."

He clenched his jaw. "God damn."

"Katsuki, I tell you everything. I wouldn't hide that from you. Besides," you made a face, "i'm too scared to have sex with you, because sex is scary. Why the fuck would I have it with anyone else?"

"I dunno." He mumbled.

• You take him to see your dog, obviously

Kirishima:

• he isn't even entirely sure what you were doing

• all he knows is that you're cooing into the phone held against you ear

• "Hey baby, its me! You miss momma?"

• Momma.

• bro- he just kinda zones out.

• his mind immediately going to the fact that you might have a child- not might- you do

• I mean how else could you explain that?

• he didn't even stop to think WHEN you could've had a child. He just jumped right in.

• He wasn't mad- how could he be?

• it wasn't wrong for you to have a kid.

• maybe you should've told him but you could've been scared.

• afraid he might leave you

• he wouldn't leave you, God no.

• he loved you and it was going to stay to help you

• I mean, he doesn't want you to go through this alone.

• You guys are what, just barley 18? You already have a kid, thats gotta be tough.

• So he makes the decision, instead of being upset or hurt that you didn't tell him, he's just going to step in and see if you'd like help.

• He won't push to meet the kid, thats up to you. Introducing kids to partners before its really serious doesn't always go over too well.

• he plans what he's going to say in his head, goes over it twice and nids to himself.

• that all goes out the window when you sit on the couch again

• "You have a kid?" He blurts and mentally kicks himself afterwards.

"I'm sorry what?"

"It's okay, I'm not mad, really," he put his hands up, "It's hard to tell someone about it. You can trust me with stuff, even things like that. I won't use it against you or get mad- I'll even help out if you need. Sure its not mine but it really doesn't need to me-"

"Eiji, baby, shut the fuck up for a second."

He closes his mouth, stopping his ramble.

"What are you talking about?"

"On the phone, you were talking. To your kid right? You said 'it's momma,' and-"

"Babe I was talking to my dog. I haven't seen her in two months and she recognizes my voice over the phone. I talk to her most nights before bed. We just had to do it earlier today."

• He feels his face flush.

• Jesus christ.

• you're cackling.

• he doesn't think its that funny

• he profusely apologizes for thinking you had a kid, implying that you did /things/ with anither person

• Obviously you take him to meet your dog because what kind of mother would you be if you didn't?

Deku:

• Dekus the kind of guy that would definitely take a few days to himself if he found that out.

• You've got a 50 50 chance of him staying

• He doesn't like it when people lie to begin with, it makes him feel weird

• So for him to find out you have a whole ass /child/ that he didn't know about?

• he's pissed. And sad. And confused. Because when the fuck did you have it??

• You'd think with all the analyzing he did, he'd be able to pick up maybe you were talking about a pet or something??

• Wrong. His emotions take over and he's just gone

• and once you get off the phone you're like?? Zuku? Baby where'd you go???

• 3 days.

• 3 Days he ignores your texts, calls, approaches before you get tired of it

• during those 3 days, well- day 3 more like, he goes to his friends

• like fuck i have a problem

• and theyre like ?????

• "So um- they have a kid."

"They what??????"

"Y/n has a kid. I heard them talking over the phone."

"Do you think maybe you mught've misunderstood? I mean when yould they even have had time to have one?"

"I don't know! But they didn't tell me! What am I supposed to do?"

"First off," todoroki begins, "what did they say that led you to believe they have a child?"

"Well, they were like, he's my son- not yours, and then they were like, he's growing out of his clothes, and but that his feet were still tiny-"

"Did they use a name?"

"Yeah, well, a nickname I guess, stubby? I think it was?"

"Midoryia that's their dog. They have a dog who likes to wear sweaters. Since he's a puppy " Todoroki sits up. "She refers to her dog as her son.

"I thought they only had a bird," he dropped his head to the table and whined.”They only told me about their bird,”

"Good luck fixing that."

• He brings you flowers.

• and chocolate

• to your dorm

• and when you answer you look very displeased.

• you just kind of eye him, waiting for him to speak.

• "Angel," he begins, "I'm sorry. I- I jumped to a conclusion."

"And what conclusion was that."

"That you had a kid." He mumbled. "When you were talking about your dog."

"You dumb fuck, we haven't even had sex yet. Who else would I be with? When would I even have had time to make a human being?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

• He wants to meet the dog.

• You make him wait.

• HOWEVER

• You do show him pictures.

Sero:

• He's high off his ass bro.

• fuckin zoinked

• you take a phone call in which you clearly mention dog features but he only seems to catch baby, princess, daughter, small toes, and chubby

• N he's like sweet you have a daughter,

• and then he forgets about it, too caught up with staring at something on the ceiling

• a bug he thinks

• and then he starts laughing because he thinks the word bug is funny lmao

• and when you get off the phone he leans his head against you

• and like 10 minutes later he remembers as he's kissing your neck

• "oh, so you have a daughter? How old is she?" He's so nonchalant too lmao

"Baby what?"

"You have a daughter, right? You were talking about her over the phone. She has small toes. How old is she?"

"Sero, you're gone," you smile, ruffling his hair.

"What? Did I do something? I don’t want to leave,” He frowns.

"I’m not making you leave babe. I don't have a daughter. I have a puppy named bubbles, but I call her princess. She's a teacup."

"Oh that's so cute,"

• its just amazing that he wasn't conflicted by the possibility that you may have had a daughter

• maybe its because he's high

• maybe he just really doesn't fucking care

• either way he vibed with the idea

• and then was like oh cool can I see a picture of your dog then

• and then fell the fuck asleep when the high started to wear off

• boy what a day

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your-pal-smoochins · 2 years ago

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thank you for the kind words! hearing that mandi trusts me, even if only for the moment, makes me very happy, and I'm glad that y'all are doing good.

I'd totally be up to introducing you to my guys! honestly, I think you'd get along pretty well with them. I don't know how fond you are or aren't of kids, but Beth especially would be excited to meet you- she's a huge fan of arachnids, insects, etc. she's also very excitable. I'm not sure if she'd be able to touch y'all because she's a ghost, though! which could be either a positive or a negative haha.

Eris and Edgar would be very interested in you, too :) the only people that come to mind that you might want to avoid is the Jack who wears the black vest with the mullet... and maybe Rae. Rae is very sweet, she's just scared of "creepy crawlies". also, she can be kind of clumsy, and I don't want her accidentally stepping on your feet/the bugs inside of you that are "you". ya feel me? I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you DON'T want to be crushed by big ol' paws. because, I mean, I wouldn't want that either.

Yeah, Mandi isn't very trusting of people! Kinda hard to be when they see your face and get scared, y'know? Ya never realize how creepy a bug's face is until it's right up against yours! Like that SpongeBob episode with the butterfly that was also somehow aquatic or something.

I am not creepy! Watch your words more carefully.

Right, sorry! Anyhow. We would absolutely love to meet them! It would certainly be an interesting interaction. As for Jack and Rea, we have heard of Jack being a... Not so good fella, and though we are able to hide our true selves under the surface of the mannequins while still being in control, we can't do so especially well, and we generally don't like hiding our true selves. Rae still sounds lovely, though.

Like, yeah man, I'd love to see 'em whenever we get a chance! Can't guarantee it won't be a bit awkward, but any social encounter could be after all. Just let us know whenever you're up for it, man! Also, Beth sounds cool! A ghost kid? Not much cooler than that, man!

I'm not the best with kids, but I suppose the kid being a ghost might make me feel better about it. Also. Obligatory Zoinks joke. Anyhow! I can't wait!

#die #smoochellaneous #Smoochins #Cheshire #Mandirael #Also! Don't forget we are effectively unable to die permanently! we don't need to be too worried about being squished or anything #but after a few too many of us are squished we will sorta. combust. and so to speak.#the combustion is not spreadable though! and we'll still just come back anyway.

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thereadingchallengechallenge · 4 years ago

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Review: Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero Rating: 5/5

“Villains of Blyton Hills beware, the Blyton Summer Detective Club is back in business.”

In 1977, four best friends and one miraculous dog solved a mystery. They ventured through the mines, they navigated the island in the middle of Sleepy Lake, and they caught the bad guy with an improvised trap the Mystery Inc gang could only dream of. But in 1990, things aren't going so well. With one of their ranks long dead, it's up to the remaining members of the Blyton Summer Detective Club to make sure all the loose ends are tied up, just in case there's another bad guy they need to unmask.

I'm thinking of a word that contains these letters: P...H...M...O... PHENOMENAL! Someone call Netflix and get a limited series underway! The humour, the blend of prose with scripts and stage directions, the monsters who'd give the Pale Man and the Demogorgon a run for their money. It was amazing.

I truly cannot believe how good this was. I don't want to oversell it but I'm just so completely in awe of how wonderfully crafted and told this story is. I loved the way Cantero wove all the clues through the book and how his action sequences actually felt exciting. The reason I prefer to read horror is that I'm less likely to get scared but zoinks, this book has me terrified. Especially when I got to the last part and a violent, midnight thunderstorm passed over my house.

But the characters. Oh, the characters. I have the biggest heart eyes for this rag-tag team of rascals. Andy is so vibrant and her take-no-shit attitude kept this story moving forward. Kerri is sweet and smart and I will protect her 'til the end of time. And Nate, my dear Nate, you were my favourite. Don't tell the others. Tim the dog was wonderful too, of course, but I remain a cat person despite his heroics.

A uniquely written, adventurous horror story that will have you laughing while you balance on the edge of your seat. Be sure to check this out if you're looking for adult fiction that features hopeless 20-somethings doing their best.

Warnings: violence, blood and gore, hallucinations, anxiety attacks, gun violence, some body horror.

#meddling kids #edgar cantero #booklr #bookblr #book review #reviews #trcc original #5 stars #another new favourite

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rightsockjin · 4 years ago

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Summary: SCOOBY DOO AU! Seokjin and his dog Jjangu, have a special bond, one that no one could ever challenge and it was absolutely adorable. They were always paired up to scope out the place, but when Namjoon decides to pair the team off differently and you get stuck with him instead, things take a turn for the worst…or is it for the best? ZOINKS!

Rating: M

Genre: SMUT! Mystery. Slight enemy to lover

Warnings: Food play, fingers. licking, sucking. Cunnalingus. lewd noises. Walked in on kinda. Jin is thirsty. Y/N is thirsty. Both have a meal. Moaning. Haunted house.

Word count: 4,887

Author’s note: This is so loosely based off of Scooby Doo it almost doesn’t make sense to say it is based off of it but it’s more about the vibe of Jin’s outfit. Also! Spooky season had begun! And this is a good kick off.

“Jin and Y/N, can you guys check out the west wing?”

With those eleven words from the leader’s lips, the whole dynamic of the group was turned around. Jjangu whined at his feet. His cute puppy eyes stared up at him like he knew he would be separated from his owner soon. This wasn’t normal. He usually wasn’t paired up with anyone. It was usually him and Jjangu against whatever crazy conspiracy they were checking out which always made him feel safer because dogs tended to have a sixth sense that most people lacked, but you had joined and now it seemed that he’d have to endure the presence of another person.

This wouldn’t have been a problem had it been anyone else but Namjoon knew Jin had a slight crush on you that he didn’t know how to handle and it seemed like Namjoon was just trying to push his buttons. You didn’t even like him anyway. He knew that. It was in the way that you looked at Taehyung and the way you laughed at his jokes and how close you seemed to be. He had no interest in being your second choice. No interest whatsoever but it seemed that Namjoon, the ever observant nearly omniscient leader, hadn’t noticed what he had.

“I’m going to take Jjangu with Jungkook and I-” the leader began but Jin cut him off instantly.

“Why can’t he come with me?”

Namjoon glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes for a split second, but you were too focused on Taehyung- again- to even notice. Jin gave the leader a look that had embedded a question.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“JK and I are going to the most arguably haunted part of the house and I doubt highly that Jk’s muscles will do much if we can’t see what’s around the corner. You know that Jjangu is much better at warning us when there’s something afoot.”

Jin’s heart sank. Namjoon had a point. The east wing had the most noise coming from it and he was arguably in more danger than he would be. Jjangu was a valuable asset. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to argue.

“But then what about me? I’m never paired up without him! Look at his puppy eyes…”

Namjoon indulged him but wasn’t deterred, “I need him Jin. You have an actual human with you this time.”

“So do you! And Jungkook had muscles! Y/N is built like a damn noodle.”

“Hey!”

Jin snapped his head to look at you, unamused with your interjection.

“Tell me I’m wrong, doll face.”

You glared at him, mirroring his crossed arms, then looked back at Namjoon expectantly. When he said nothing she scoffed.

“I don’t want to go with him if he doesn’t want me there. Just let me go with Taehyung or something-”

“No,” Namjoon interrupted, “Look, you wanted to come along and as much as we enjoy having you around, this is serious business. Things can go very wrong in one of our missions and it’s my call as to what happens. I need you to do as I say. It’s for everyone’s best interest.”

He turned to Jin then, “You know better than to question me. Just do it. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Jin slumped but knew he had a point. He glanced over at you, “I’m sorry. He’s right.”

He gave Jjangu a sad smile and like he had just spoken directly to him, the puppy walked over to Namjoon and sat with a diligent growl. Satisfied, Namjoon looked at his team who split into their otherwise usual groups- Joon and JK, Yoongi and Hope, Jimin and Taehyung- then looked at Jin and yourself.

Reluctantly, Jin walked over and stood by you. How could he have known from the way you filched at his proximity that in a matter of minutes he’d have you bent over a table and his face would be buried in your lower lips?

The answer? He couldn’t have known, but he’d have to thank Namjoon later.

It was silent as you both walked into the hallway that led into the west wing, contrary to the reports of screams and moaning that had brought the extended mystery gang to investigate. In a way, it made it even more creepy. The flickering of the lights that lined the walls made you jump and the cool air seemed to nip at your skin. Why had you worn a skirt to investigate a haunting? What made you think that your orange corduroy skirt and a maroon turtleneck would keep you warm in the near middle of winter in Seoul? Nothing. Nothing had told you this was a good idea, except for that stupid voice in your head that told you that maybe, just maybe, Jin would finally look at you as something more than an annoying girl who clung onto his friend group.

Though judging by his reaction only seconds before, it wasn’t looking good. Namjoon had done you a solid back there after you had confessed to him that you had a massive crush on Jin but it seemed that your attempts and his help were fruitless.

Up ahead, you could see a multitude of doors. As you walked, the wooden floor of the manor creaked and once again you jumped. Jin, having been ignoring your reactions for the last ten minutes, chose this instance to acknowledge your existence.

He sighed, his shoulder slumping as he slowly turned to look at you.

“Are you sure you’re cut out to be scouting, Y/N?”

No. You were not sure you were. You were easily frightened and the occult wasn’t your cup of tea but Namjoon had assured you it wouldn’t be horrible as places like these were usually a hoax but you saw no cameras. No signs of rigs or traps. You saw nothing to suggest a hoax.

“Y-yeah. Totally.”

It was then that another loud creak and a prolonged, pained moan vibrated through the hallway that you and Jin were in. You felt all the blood drain from your face and a shiver of fear ran straight through you like the ghost that was supposed to haunt these rooms.

Jin watched you in shock. Usually, he was every bit as scared as you seemed but something had possessed him and instead of fear, he was filled with worry and determination. He had a job to do and the quicker he cleared your side of the manor, the quicker he could get you out of the house.

“It’s probably nothing,” he assured you, “probably one of the guys trying to freak us out. Come on.”

The firmness in his voice surprised him. It didn’t waver. It was strong. Confident. A shiver went down your back completely unrelated to the coldness of the season.

He took a step over to the first door on his left but when he didn’t hear your booted steps behind him he stopped and looked over his shoulder. You hadn’t moved at all. He let his eyes rake your body but only for a second. And a second was all he needed. The way that your long legs were framed by the slightly too short skirt made his mind run wild with thoughts too unholy to entertain. Why had you worn something so inappropriate for such an occasion? Namjoon’s words came back to him then.

“She likes you.” He had said. Had he been right? Had you maybe worn the deceivingly tight shirt with- were you even wearing a bra? Jesus you mustn’t be with the way that your breasts were outlined so perfectly against the thin fabric of your turtle neck. He shook his head as blood began to collect in an unfavorable place. This wasn’t what you guys were there for.

With exasperation and a little bit of nerves running through his body, he reached out and grabbed your hand pulling you forward.

You stumbled but didn’t fall. His hand in yours made you feel less alone in the slightly darkened house. You could smell the dust in the air and something that smelled like… apples and musk.

Jin hesitated for only a second longer before he wrapped his long fingers around the brass knob. It was cold to the touch. Unlike your hand in his.

The room was dark and the last thing he wanted to do was throw you into the unknown. He felt around for a light switch. Instantly, the hum of machines filled your ears. An unappealing white light filled your field of vision, blinding you slightly.

Briefly, Jin’s hand tightened around yours as he ventured further into the room. As soon as you were in, the door that Jin had opened, slammed shut, hitting your ass and pushing you farther in.

“Ow! What the- did…did that just close on it’s own?” Without thinking, you clung onto Jin’s arm and hid behind his towering figure. Jin felt his stomach drop, though he wasn’t sure if it was because of you clinging to him, or the door.

Decisively, Jin took a step towards the door and tried to open it. Unsurprisingly, it was jammed. His heart sank. He was trapped in a room in a house that was supposedly haunted. This could not be worse. You could have been with Jungkook who had the muscles to protect you, or with Taehyung, who had no fear in the face of danger, or even with Namjoon, who always had a plan, but no… you were stuck with him and he felt guilty.

Would he be able to protect you if something really dangerous happened? Given, these expeditions didn’t usually turn truly dangerous but in the case it did, would he step up? Or would he fall into his old ways and leave you to fend for yourself?

“It must have been a draft or something… and the wood is probably swollen from age… It’s nothing,” he assured, though he wasn’t sure himself.

Jin turned back around to look at the rest of the room. What would Namjoon do? Scope out the room and find another way out. He was met with a larger than normal looking kitchen. The hum from the refrigerator seemed to drone on and on.

There was an oven and a stove. Some carts to wheel food, multiple counters covered in what looked like… fresh fruit?

Curious, Jin took a step forward. A loud crack of what seemed to be a speaker echoed in the room. Fear ran through Jin’s body and instinctively, he jumped behind you. He used your small body as a shield, his front pressed firmly to your back side.

Through the fabric of his pants, you could feel…something, lightly poking you. It was just a hint. The idea of something you hadn’t realized you might be able to have, to evoke in him. It was thrilling to say the least. Confusing at its core.

Oh.. unfortunate choice of words.

And suddenly, you weren’t exactly scared anymore. At least not for the same reason. What had Namjoon said to you earlier? That these places were usually not haunted but set up to seem so. What did you have to fear?

Only one thing. Rejection.

Subtly, you pushed your ass back into what you hoped was the beginning of a hard on. There was a road that led from hate straight to love and lust. If you could push just the right buttons, then maybe, your situation could change.

Jin was panicking. And for once, it wasn’t because he was the only one who thought that the house they were investigating was truly haunted. No, it was for something much less precedent.

You.

As soon as he had felt you shift ever so slightly against him and your round, plush…strong, ass grazed against his excited member he knew. He just knew he was screwed. Well… if he was lucky. Should he push? Should he pry…your legs apart…

Over your shoulder, he chanced an inquisitive glance down. He was met instantly with the curve and slope of your perfect breast. Through the fabric, once again he was forced to notice the peaking of what he imagined to be your nipples.

The outline of something textured was also present. Jin found his fingers twitching from your arms to try and touch it. But he couldn’t. Not without knowing that you wanted him to.

Again, as if you were reading his mind, you pressed your backside into his pelvis. Were you doing it on purpose? It almost felt like it could be an accident. He couldn’t tell.

Carefully, you took a step away from Jin. He let his grip on you fall as you walked with no intent present towards the table covered in food.

He could see a bowl full of something white and very near it what he assumed were strawberries. Perhaps, chocolate sauce. Honey? He wasn’t sure from his vantage point. With legs heavy as bricks, Jin walked closer to the same table. Your back was still to him and he was partially grateful for that since there was something else heavy between his thighs that was making it hard to move.

As he neared you, you listened. His footsteps echoed in the vast kitchen. Intent absent but curiosity present. You didn’t have a plan. Not something tangible. But you had felt it. The hope that blossomed between your back and his pelvis.

So without taking a second to consider what it was that you were doing. You bent yourself nearly in half and dipped a finger in what looked like caramel sauce. The breeze hit you almost instantly.

Jin watched in shock as your skirt rose up the short amount it could. But what was more of a shock, a surprise, was not that your skirt was pulled up over your ass or the fact that it was being so readily presented to him. No, it was instead the fact that your ass and lower was bare. A thin strip of fabric the same color of your turtle neck ran up your round cheeks, separating them slightly. The same fabric covered your core. A mark of wetness stained it.

As quietly as he could, he slapped his own cheek. Once, then twice, then once more for good measure but still you were bent in half and your skin was on display. For him. It had to be for him.

He watched as you dipped your finger into the runny substance nearest you. You hooked it. A glob of the substance clung to it, then oozed slowly down and back in the bowl. Jin watched, his mouth dry as your pink tongue darted out of your mouth and intercepted the substance.

A thick glob landed on it but you didn’t pull it into your lips. Instead, you let the liquid like substance drip down and onto your chin and progressively back into the bowl. It was a couple of seconds later that you finally pulled your tongue back where it should be and hummed delighted.

“You should taste this caramel Jin,” you said, your voice had lowered an octave and it did things to his now very hard member.

“Sh-,” he cleared his throat, “Shouldn’t you not eat that? I- I mean… it could be poisoned.”

You chuckled. Idiot. Why hadn’t that crossed your mind? Well… honestly if you were gonna die then you guessed deliciously was the best way to go. And with some good cock to be the cherry on top.

“Best poison I’ve ever tasted,” you joked, licking at your chin and your lips. Without hesitation, you dipped the same finger into the whipped cream in the bowl next to the strawberries.

You didn’t mess around. You put your whole finger in your mouth and suck it clean of any and all sugar.

You made a show of it. Tilting your head back and arching your spine in further presentation of your private area. You moaned around your finger.

“You’re crazy,” Jin said from behind you and you deflated slightly, feeling embarrassed. Shouldn’t he have jumped your bones by now? Ravaged you? Shouldn’t he have had some reaction aside from talking about what you were eating? For God’s sake, you were ass up and legs spread to him.

Shouldn’t he… have at least taken a step closer to you?

Slowly, and unsure of what the hell had gotten into you, you began to straighten. How could you have thought that this would work? Jin clearly didn’t like you. Namjoon had lied and whatever you had thought you had felt was all in your head.

But then there was a warm hand on your lower back. Fingers splayed and pushing to keep you arched. Pressed up. Another hand, ever so gently, and delicately, began to run up one of your thighs. It was a feather light touch. If you weren’t so present and sensitive you may not have even felt it. But then he was at your inner thigh, writing hangul into the skin.

“I didn’t say you should stop,” he whispered. His breath was warm on your shoulder. You were frozen. What did you do now?

“Do- would you like to try some?” You asked, almost like a waitress offering a house wine.

Jin didn’t know how to proceed. But he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him up.

“Hand me a strawberry,” he said and you did so quickly.

You picked the first one you saw right off the top and held it up for him. Instead of taking either hand off of you, he learned down and wrapped his plush lips around the tip and sucked the fruit into his mouth.

Red juice oozed out of the corner of his lips. You licked your own as his hand moved up slightly. His palm barely graced your exposed skin.

“Delicious,” he groaned, watching your mouth.

You weren’t even sure what he was talking about but boy did you want to find out.

“Want a taste?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer. Instead, he reached over your head, his hips pressed against the bareness of your butt and his chest touched over your shoulders. The warmth that radiated from his body made goosebumps break out in the places that weren’t touching him.

He plucked a particularly juicy strawberry from the cluster and twirled it in front of your face. Your mouth watered. You waited patiently as he seemed to be admiring the perfectness of the fruit before he dipped it into the whipped cream and brought it to your lips.

“Open,” he breathed by your ear. You let your jaw fall into a perfect ‘O’ as he brought it closer to you. Slowly, almost as if he were the one enjoying the flavor, he placed it on your tongue. You waited for him to speak. To tell you what to do. But when no command came, you closed your mouth and bit down.

A symphony of juices met your taste buds. The fruit was sweet and delectable. Tart but cut with the sugar of the whip.

Jin’s member throbbed in it’s restraints. The pure pleasure that was evident on the part of your face he could see was enchanting. Drops of strawberry juice dripped down his long finger and onto his wrist.

You didn’t wait for him to ask. You licked the delicious juice from his skin. The wet muscle picking up every last drop. Somehow, it tasted better from his hand than it would have from your own. Somehow you knew this.

Jin let out a muffled moan. If your tongue felt that good on his finger, he could only imagine how good it would feel elsewhere. All over him. Jin’s hand suddenly cupped your burning core. A gush of your own juices flowed out of you at the contact.

“You know,” Jin said as you continued to suck at his fingers greedily, “ these strawberries are delectable but… I have the feeling that they’re nowhere nearly as sweet as you?”

It was a question. He was asking you if he could have a taste. Of you. Of the juices that came from within you. How could you refuse?

Slowly, you nodded your consent. Without skipping a beat, his fingers pressed softly into your mounds and he pulled himself off of you.

You felt him squat behind you. His face now level with your center. You heard him gasp. His hand fell away. You felt self-conscious but you held yourself how you were. The taste of the fruit was still present on your tongue.

“No underwear?”

You swallowed the lump of embarrassment in your throat before you spoke, “No-not really. The shirt had a b-built in set-” A kiss on your thigh stopped your explanation.

Jin looked at your slits with the eyes of hunger. He had never felt more ravenous in his whole life. He had a feeling he could never get his fill.

A glint of silver caught his eye. Clips, where the shirt was held together at your core. With trembling hands, he hooked a finger under it and pulled it away from your skin. Already, his finger was coated in your slick. Excitement coursed through him, but he had to be patient.

He pulled at the clips and they came apart easily. A gust of cool air hit your slick slits and you couldn’t help but moan.

Jin let out an impressed whistle. He licked his thick lips. But first…

“Can you pull your shirt up?” he asked you. He held himself at bay even when your arousal hit his nose. His mouth was watering. Saliva pooled on his tongue.

You did what he asked, pulling the shirt out of the skirt and up over your breasts exposing your completely transparent bralette. From where he was sitting, he could vaguely make out the swell of your breast and the peak of your nipple, as pert and perfect as the strawberry that he had picked up earlier.

Finally satisfied, he shuffled a little closed to your center and took a deep breath. Shiver ran down your legs and your spine. Jin didn’t know where to start. Every angle of you looked delectable. Like a full course meal. Did he start with the potatoes or the beef? Did he skip and go straight for the desert?

He decided that he wanted to better see what was being offered to him. So carefully, he pulled your lower lips apart. Thick strands of slick webbed your labia together. Instantly, like the sauce from earlier, it began to drip from the quantity and weight of it.

Jin’s eyes widened. More was dripping out of your entrance, like a fountain. Still he held back, feeling the need to check on you one last time and ask for a final favor before he began his meal.

“If it’s okay with you, I don’t like to eat alone. I would like it if you ate with me.”

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant. But you were eager to please. So you nodded and did the only logical thing you could think of. You picked up another one of the strawberries and held it up for him to see. When you felt him pat your leg in confirmation, you put the fruit in your mouth.

Jin, feeling like he finally had the go ahead, leaned in. His mouth hung open, his tongue poking over his bottom lip. He shut his eyes, intent on enjoying what was sure to be his favorite new meal.

His tongue lightly but not limply slotted between your slits and you felt your whole body convulse. You choked on the fruit in your mouth. You coughed and sputtered but Jin didn’t feel phased.

The very tip of his tongue was grazing your clit. It was torturous. The lack of movement. You wanted more. You need him to give you more.

Then as if he had heard your thoughts, hit wet muscles suddenly moved up to your hole. It prodded at it before he suctioned his lips to the circumference and drank your essence.

You moaned through another mouthful of strawberry. It made a wave of pleasure run over Jin’s body. He groaned into your body. Sucking and pushing his tongue into your core. He fucked it into your heat as deep as he could make it go.

You sucked at the strawberry in your hand, scared to take another bite but too into what he asked to stop all together.

“Fuck, Jin I-”

He pulled away with a wet pop of his lips. You could hear him smack his lips, then he sighed happily.

“Don’t tempt me with that mouth Jagiya,” you said pressing a kiss to your pulsing clit. You shivered as he rubbed his lips over it. Shock after shock of elation ran into your stomach. You were close. You were so close. The cold of the room and the heat of your arousal contrasted so well. A heap of sensations that you didn’t realize you liked all added up to something that made your legs weak at the knees.

Maybe it was because Jin was the one between your legs. You weren’t sure.

He began to kitten lick at your bud. Your knees began to cave but you held yourself up with your arms. It was too good. Too much.

“Jin, please I’m going to…ah.. I’m gonna-”

But he didn’t answer. He only continued his ministrations. Licking harder, slower. Moaning against your bundle of nerves. With every hard lick came a wave of heat that coiled into what you knew would be a hard orgasm.

“Don’t stop… please,” you begged. And he didn’t. Delicious. His tongue was the definition of heaven and all things good.

He let go of your lower lips and held your thighs up to his mouth. You were on the edge. Your blood pulsed at the speed of light between your legs. Then, the coil snapped and you saw white. Your body pulsed, your mouth dropped and your whole body tensed.

You moaned Jin’s name not thinking about your volume. Not caring either. He kept going, not caring that you seemed done.

You were too delicious. Too sweet to let go. Like honey or butter scotch. God, he could eat you out all night long. He could live happily between your legs. He wanted to. He would love to be attached to you this way. God what a wonderful gift to be able to taste you like he was doing that instant. He let up on your clit but had no intentions of pulling away. He drank up your cum like it was the first sip of water he had ever had. Your entrance clenched as he dipped his tongue in and moaned and groaned and ate like the king he was.

Gluttony was a sin. But he’d be damned to give this up.

Suddenly, you both heard footsteps from outside the door. Jin froze, his lips again stuck to your entrance. Your body was weak and overstimulated. Neither of you dared to make any noise.

The familiar voices of the guys could be heard but they were muffled through the wall. You expected Jin to pull away from you but were surprised when he went right back to his suckling.

“Jin, “ you whined, pulling yourself away, but he followed, slurping noisily and moaning against you.

“Seokjin,” you said again, hoping he would stop but it was like he was deaf.

“I’m sure they came this way,” you heard what you thought was the voice of Hoseok from outside.

“It was a bad idea to give them this section,” a voice that sounded a lot like Jimin said, “If I remember correctly, I think the kitchen is right over here.”

Again, Jin moaned from between your legs. A new orgasm was begging to build at your core. Coming much faster and stronger. You bit your lip to try and keep your gasps of pleasure at bay.

He reached up with a single finger and began to rub tight circles on your clit. You couldn’t help the scream that escaped you.

The footsteps outside the room stopped. You could almost hear the confusion and fear from the other side.

“Did you hear that,” What sounded like Jungkook asked.

“Y-yeah,” someone else, possibly Taehyung answered.

“Did that sound like-”

“That sounded like-”

And then Jjangu barked at the door and you knew. You just knew that you were screwed.

Then it hit you. An orgasm so strong it felt like an explosion. Like Dynamite. You moaned loudly, not being able to stop. The barking got louder and there were knocks at the door. Screams of your name and Jin’s but, he was much faster than you anticipated. He pulled his mouth from your core and flipped your around. He connected his messy lips with yours and pulled your shirt over your perfect chest.

When the door opened, he didn’t stop. His body covered yours. And you didn’t see their reaction but it must have been priceless because all you heard were shocked gasps from your group of friends, then the slam of a door.

You guessed Namjoon was right.

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zoinkshaggy · 4 years ago

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BASIC QUESTIONS

First name? “Sha– uh, Norville.”

Surname? “Rogers.”

Middle names? “Matthew.”

Nicknames? “Shaggy.”

Date of birth? “November 4th, 1995.”

Age? “Twenty five.”

PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE

Height? “6′0.”

Weight? “150-ish.”

Build? “Uh, long.”

Hair color? “Brown.”

Hair style? “I had dreads for awhile, but now I keep my hair short. Not short. Medium length, I guess.”

Eye color? “Also brown.”

Eye Shape? “Like, normal?”

Glasses or contact lenses? “Neither.”

Distinguishing facial features? “I’d say probably my smile.”

Which facial feature is most prominent? “Smile.”

Which bodily feature is most prominent? “My legs and arms, ‘cause they’re, like, twenty feet long.”

Other distinguishing features? “That’s it.”

Skin? “Oilier than I’d like.”

Hands? “Callused.”

Make up? “I don’t wear any.”

Scars? “Nothing important.”

Birthmarks? “Nah.”

Tattoos? “No! Needles? No thank you!”

Physical handicaps? “None.”

Type of clothes? “I really like sweaters. Sweaters will always be my favorite. They feel safe. It’s a little too hot for that here, though.”

How do you wear your clothes? “How they come.”

What are your feet like? “Kind of big, I guess. Two left feet, that’s what my mom said ‘cause I’m such a klutz. Uh, I should buy some more socks and shoes. Some of my socks have toe holes and my shoes are kind of coming apart.”

Race / Ethnicity? “I don’t have my birth parents around to ask, but I know I’m Spanish.”

Mannerisms? “I have a habit of, like, playing with my necklace or hair or bracelet — my hands don’t always like being still.”

Are you in good health? “It’s alright, I think.”

Do you have any disabilities? “No.”

PERSONALITY

What words or phrases do you overuse? “Like. I use it, like, a lot.”

Do you have a catchphrase? “Zoinks.”

Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? “I definitely think I’m more optimistic, but I have my moments.”

Are you introverted or extroverted? “Introverted.”

Do you ever put on airs? “I… don’t know what that means.”

What bad habits do you have? “Overeating, not eating healthy. Sleeping in too late. Chewing my nails, only sometimes.”

What makes you laugh out loud? “Usually myself.”

How do you display affection? “My idea of affection is kind of, just, hanging around someone. Hugs can be nice too.”

Mental handicaps? “My anxiety.”

How do you want to be seen by others? “A person they came come to and trust.”

How do you see themselves? “Better than I used to be.”

How are you seen by others? “Probably… nervous.”

Strongest character trait? “My loyalty.”

Weakest character trait? “Getting stuck in my head.”

How competitive are you? “Not at all.”

Do you make snap judgements or take time to consider? “Like, I take too much time to consider.”

How do you react to praise? “I don’t know what to say. I guess I get kind of flustered, you know?”

How do you react to criticism? “Just kind of shrug it off.”

What is your greatest fear? “Ghosts, spiders, heights, bees, guns... losing Scooby.”

What are your biggest secrets? “I don’t really keep secrets.”

What is your philosophy of life? “We’re all just here for a little while, so we should make it easier on each other.”

When was the last time you cried? “It’s been a few months, actually.”

What haunts you? “Zoinks. Hopefully not any ghosts.”

What are your political views? “I don’t pay enough attention to politics to have any views, really. I’ll vote for whoever Velma votes for. She knows what she’s talking about.”

What will you stand up for? “I will always stand up for my friends.”

Who do you quote? “Usually if I’m quoting someone, I don’t even know who I’m quoting.”

Are you indoorsy or outdoorsy? “Indoors. I like walking Scoob and everything, but, like, there’s too many bugs outside.”

What is your sinful little habit? “Putting mustard on ice cream.”

What sense do you most rely on? “Taste. But also hearing.”

How do you treat people better than you? “The same.”

How do you treat people worse than you? “The same.”

What quality do you most value in a friend? “Kindness.”

What do you consider an overrated virtue? “I wanna say courage. Biased opinion.”

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? “I’d stop worrying about everything.”

What is your obsession? “Good food.”

What are your pet peeves? “When people are mean for no reason.”

What are your idiosyncrasies? “Gotta make sure I turn all the lights off before I leave.”

FRIENDS AND FAMILY

Is your family big or small? Who does it consist of? “I guess it’s kind of small. I have my dad, my mom and my sister, Maggie. I haven’t seen my real parents since I was a kid.”

What is your perception of family? “I don’t think family has anything to do with blood, it’s how people treat you.”

Do you have siblings? Older or younger? “Maggie, she’s younger.”

Describe your best friend. “I’ve known her since, well... it feels like forever, but it’s only been, like, a decade and a half. She’s the best person I know. She’s so smart and funny, and she’s beautiful. She has a beautiful soul and... just... everything about her is beautiful. She makes me feel safe, it doesn’t matter what’s going on or how much my mind is racing, if I know she’s there it just feels like everything’s gonna be okay.”

Ideal best friend? “I’ve already got ‘em all.”

Describe your other friends. “They’re great. They’re all unique in their own ways, you know? Freddy’s headstrong and he’s the coolest guy you’ll meet, Daph is such a warm energy and she’s a great conversationalist, Buzz is genuine and he’s loyal. I know everyone thinks so, but I really do have the best friends.”

Describe your acquaintances. “I guess that would be the people I work with. Like, they’re okay.”

Do you have any pets? “Yeah, I have Scoob, but he’s more like my brother or something at this point.”

Who are your natural allies? “Probably the Mystery Inc gang.”

Who are your surprising allies? “I guess it’s surprising I’d fit in with them, huh?”

PAST AND FUTURE

What were you like as a baby? As a child? “I was happy. I can’t remember much from being that young, but I know I was traveling with my parents, I remember I felt like the world was so big and exciting. I felt so loved. I guess I kind of lost that feeling when I was adopted, suddenly the exciting stuff was just, like, scary. I was an anxious wreck as a child, that’s all, honestly.”

Did you grow up rich or poor? “The Rogers family is well off. I wouldn’t say rich, but, like, well off.”

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? “I don’t wanna say they neglected me. I did feel that way a lot, but some of it was... me, I guess, myself worrying. Yeah.”

What is the most offensive thing you ever said? “I hope nothing.”

What is your greatest achievement? “Is it sad to say everything I’ve done in this last year? For awhile it felt like I was just getting by, but right now, I feel like I’m really living. I got a job, like, it’s not much but it’s a job, I’m doing better in school, I’ve got Velma now, really got her...”

What was your first kiss like? “It was with my favorite person. Kind of later than most people’s, I guess, but worth waiting for.”

What is the worst thing you did to someone you loved? “Come into my mom’s life, probably.”

What are your ambitions? “I’ve been thinking I might wanna go to culinary school.”

What advice would you give your younger self? “I would just tell him that nothing is wrong with him, it’s okay to go your own pace and, like, it’s all gonna be okay, little guy.”

What smells remind you of your childhood? “Corn dogs and pizza. Apple pie. Playground mulch. Hair spray and perfume. Dirt.”

What was your childhood ambition? “I just remember wanting to stop being so scared.”

What is your best childhood memory? “It’s so old it’s blurry, but I remember one of my birthdays, I guess it was my last before I was adopted. We were traveling, my parents were happy, I was happy. It was the last time everything felt okay for awhile.”

What is your worst childhood memory? “There’s a few. Most of them involved panic attacks alone in my bedroom.”

Did you have an imaginary childhood friend? “Not that I remember.”

When was the last time you were crushed with disappointment? “Sometime before I moved to Elias.”

What past act are you most ashamed of? “I’m ashamed that I let myself get separated from my parents, that I couldn’t figure out how to get in touch with them. Maybe shame isn’t the right word. I just wish I knew how my mom and dad were doing, my other mom and dad.”

What past act are you most proud of? “Taking whatever the first step was to stepping out of my shell.”

Has anyone ever saved their life? “I feel like Scooby Doo saved my life.”

Strongest childhood memory? “Another birthday. My first one with the Rogers family. I ended up crying in the bathroom. I was so confused and overwhelmed, I felt like the only person in the world. I just wanted to go home. I don’t think that feeling will ever leave me.”

LOVE

Do you believe in love at first sight? “Yes.”

Are you in a relationship? “I’m with Velma.”

How do you behave in a relationship? “I don’t really know what I’m doing, I’m just trying to make her happy.”

When did you last have sex? “I-- uh... that’s personal.”

What sort of sex do you have? “Like, w-why are you asking that?”

Have you ever been in love? “I am right now.”

Have you ever had your heart broken? “Yeah, but it wasn’t in a relationship.”

CONFLICT

How do you respond to a threat? “Run.”

Are you most likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? “Like, neither.”

What is your kryptonite? “All you can eat buffets.”

If you could only save one thing from your burning house, what would it be? “I assume Scooby and Velma don’t count, so I guess I’d probably grab my favorite shirt or something.”

How do you perceive strangers? “Scary.”

What do you love to hate? “I don’t hate anything... except maybe lima beans... and there is no love there, like, at all.”

What are your phobias? “There’s a lot of ‘em.”

What is your choice of weapon? “I’m more of a hider. If I had to use something, I’d probably grab whatever was blunt and close to me.”

What living person do you most despise? “I don’t despise anyone.”

Have you ever been bullied or teased? “Yeah.”

Where do you go when you’re angry? “I don’t get angry. When I’m sad, I just go home.”

Who are your enemies and why? “The bad guys the gang and I try to stop... because we’re trying to stop them...”

WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES

What is your current job? “Right now I flip burgers.”

What do you think about your current job? “It’s not too bad. It pays the bills for now. Maybe one day I can get a real cooking job.”

What are some of your past jobs? “This is my first job.”

What are your hobbies? “Just chilling, mostly. Smoking, eating.”

Educational background? “I’m in college.”

Intelligence level? “I’m not the smartest guy you’ll meet, but I’m trying.”

Do you have any specialist training? “No.”

Do you have a natural talent for something? “I don’t know if it’s a talent, but I have a lot of knowledge on the supernatural. Weeding out what’s real and what’s not, though, that’s the hard part.”

Do you play a sport? Are you any good? “No, I’ve never been good at sports... I hated gym class.”

What is their socioeconomic status? “I recycle, but I should do more.”

FAVORITES

What is your favorite animal? “Dogs.”

Which animal do you dislike the most? “Anything that bites or stings.”

What place would you most like to visit? “I think Antarctica would be pretty cool. Ha, ba-dum-tss.”

What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? “I remember Topanga Canyon being so pretty...”

What is your favorite song? “Two Princes, Spin Doctors.”

Music, art, reading preferred? “Music.”

What is your favorite color? “Green.”

What is their password? “Scoobydoobydoo420 --- like, wait, why are you asking?”

Favorite food? “Like, that’s too hard!”

What is your favorite work of art? “Uh... Mona Lisa?”

Who is your favorite artist? “I don’t know artists that well.”

What is your favorite day of the week? “With my work schedule, it doesn’t really matter.”

POSSESSIONS

What is in your fridge? “What isn’t in my fridge? Let’s see, right now I know there’s barbecue sauce, mayonnaise, mustard, honey mustard, honey, shredded cheddar cheese, American cheese slices, a wheel of Gouda, ketchup, ranch, spicy barbeque, sour cream, strawberry and grape jelly, apple jam, butter, margarine, milk, chocolate milk, Almond milk, strawberry syrup, cherries, a half eaten Philly Cheesesteak, ham, turkey, black forest ham, broccoli, Reeses cups, water bottles, apple juice, leftover brown rice, at least one eggplant, eggs, one slice of buffalo chicken pizza, cabbage, few different Lunchables, green peppers, one red pepper, mild salsa, medium salsa, a microwaveable Calzone, strawberries, raspberries, cream cheese, a bowl of chili and... actually, I think that’s it. Don’t get me started on the freezer.”

What is on your bedside table? “My phone and an old water bottle, probably.”

What is in your car? “I don’t have a car.”

What is in your bin? “Candy wrappers, empty Chinese takeout boxes, probably some junk mail.”

What is in your purse or wallet? “My ID, debit card, a little bit of cash, Scoob’s service dog certificate, a picture of Velma.”

What is in your pockets? “Scooby snacks.”

What is your most treasured possession? “I’m not attached to any specific items, really, just people.”

SPIRITUALITY

Who or what is your guardian angel? “I don’t know, I’d just like to think I have one.”

Do you believe in the afterlife? “I’m not sure. When I think about it, I get a little freaked out.”

What are your religious views? “Uh, I- I don’t know.”

What do you think heaven is? “I think it would be this safe place on the clouds where everyone you love is waiting.”

What do you think hell is? “Bad.”

Are you superstitious? “I guess, yeah.”

What would you like to be reincarnated as? “I guess being a dog would be pretty fun... anything like that. I don’t think I’d wanna be a human again. It’s too much.”

How would you like to die? “Not... painfully...”

What is your spirit animal? “A sloth.”

What is your zodiac sign? “Scorpio.”

VALUES

What do you think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? “Breaking them down. Making them feel like they’re not important, they don’t matter, they have to change who they are to be loved.”

What is your view of ‘freedom’? “Having the chance to choose.”

When did you last lie? “Like, I don’t want to lie, but this guy at work asked me if I liked his new sunglasses, and I didn’t want to be rude and they were pretty expensive, so I said yeah, but... I really didn’t like them.”

What’s your view of lying? “I hate doing it, I don’t want to be lied to.”

When did you last make a promise? “Last week.”

Did you keep or break their last promise? “I keep my promises.”

DAILY LIFE

What are their eating habits? “Whatever I want when I want it.”

Do you have any allergies? “Not that I know of, but I bet I’m allergic to bees, I feel like if I got stung I’d die, so I try to avoid them.”

Describe your home. “It’s just a small apartment. It feels like home when Velma’s there, though.”

Are you a minimalist or a clutter hoarder? “Can I be both? I’m trying to do better about clutter, it’s usually just clothes and trash, I don’t have many belongings.”

What do you do first thing on a weekday morning? “Kiss Velma on the head. Get ready for work. If I’m off, I’ll cuddle a little longer, then we’ll have breakfast.

What do you do on a Sunday afternoon? “Take my shoes off, sit on the couch and watch some TV.”

What do you do on a Friday night? “Whatever Velma wants to do.”

What is your soft drink of choice? “Dr. Pepper.”

What is your alcoholic drink of choice? “I don’t drink much. Mike’s Lemonade is enough for me, and it tastes good.”

MISCELLANEOUS

What or who would you dress up as for Halloween? “I like dressing up as ghosts with Scoob. I think I was the Hamburglar last year. Maybe me, Scooby and and Velma can all do matching costumes this Halloween.”

Are you comfortable with technology? “I guess.”

If you could save one person, who would it be? “Velma.”

If you could call one person for help, who would it be? “Depends on the situation. Freddy, Daph or Velma.”

What is your greatest extravagance? “Food...”

What is your greatest regret? “I don’t think I have any.”

What is your perception of redemption? “Noticing that you need to do better, then striving to do it.”

What would you do if you won the lottery? “I’d pay off any bills my friends have. Put some funding into the Mystery Inc. I guess I’d save the rest.”

What is your favorite fairytale? “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”

What fairytale do you hate? “Like, Little Red Riding Hood makes me feel... weird...”

Do you believe in happy endings? “Yes.”

What is your idea of perfect happiness? “Being comfortable in your own skin and surrounding yourself with people that are good for you.”

What would you ask a fortune teller? “I’d ask how my birth parents are doing.”

If you could travel through time, where would you go? “I’d go back and spend another day with them.”

What sport do you excel at? “None, no sports.”

What sport do you suck at? “All of them. Especially baseball.”

If you could have a superpower, what would you choose? “I’d like to be able to turn invisible. Not to spy on people. Just to hide when everything got too overwhelming.”

#yes i did every single one #took me longer to figure out what's in his fridge than do the rest of this task + graphic #watask #tasks.

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