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twinklelilstarkey · 1 year ago

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Tutor: A Plan

Words: 4k+ Type: Angst (I guess?) Summary: The girls have a plan. Warnings: Fem!Reader. The angst isn't between Y/N and Rafe, you can breathe. Rafe isn't nice. The girls are annoying. Slight mention of alcohol and drugs (and being drunk). BUZZCUT IS HERE, BABY!

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They aren’t sure why or how, but they cannot find you. The girls have put at the top of their priority list to talk to you as soon as they laid their eyes on you. They just didn’t expect it to not be able to do it for an entire week.

You did go to school and class, but it was as if you had disappeared into thin air as soon as the bell rang.

The girls did watch you when they could. Their eyes would scan throughout your body as you would walk into class with your usual dresses. And they would never find any bruising or a look on your face that could mean you needed to talk to someone. You were just there, in class, taking notes and sometimes looking at your phone under the desk.

They remember clearly how, for the entirety of the week, they would hear the bell ring, and you would just swiftly grab your stuff with your bag thrown over your shoulder and would just disappear into the crowd with a blink of an eye.

You would never be at the cafeteria or near your locker during lunch. One of the girls even checked the bathrooms, but they never found you. It got to a point where, on Thursday (just two days ago), they stopped by your house. They knocked at the door, only for no one to answer it.

One of your neighbors eventually appeared from behind their fence, as they had been there watching the whole time.

“Are you girls looking for someone?”

Kristy was sure that every neighbor knew who they were since they had visited your house many times. Yet the neighbors just don’t like to seem as if they know everything about the person that lives beside them - even though they very much do.

“We're looking for our friend!” Kristy would scream back at the neighbor, offering your name to him as well.

“Oh! She’s tutoring today. Her mother told me!”

And that only led to the girls walking back to the car, defeated. They would never find you at this rate, and they know it.

Still, they did not give up.

Today, on Friday, they did everything they could. They tried to catch you in every class again or at lunch or after school, even when Kristy knew that you tutor on Fridays. It is fair to say that they weren't able to do it. Yet, their failure only led to another idea.

Due to your new friendships, the girls know there will be a larger possibility of them still finding you tonight. And because of exactly that, they searched to know what parties would be happening for the evening.

After knowing all of it, they planned their entire Friday night. Tonight will be the time they will finally get to talk to you.

From their source, there are a total of 5 parties tonight as school is just about to end, and some seniors care more about their beer than their finals.

Three parties belong to the Pogues, which they automatically scratched from any possibility of you being there with Rafe Cameron. And the other two are from the usual kook party planners. They had decided on where to go first and had everything planned out.

They all met up at Kristy’s house and got ready there. They had to wait for time to pass for a bit, as they didn’t want to get to the party too early or else there would be a possibility of spooking you away.

When out of the house, they got to their first party fairly quick. There were so many cars at the front they knew there wouldn't be a problem hiding in the crowd. And before they went in, they split up to search for you throughout the party individually.

The music was deafening due to how loud it was. There was smoke throughout the house due to all the sweet indoor smoking and tables which Kristy hated to find. All the tables were filled with all sorts of kooks, hovering over a small pile of powder, which only made her try to find you even harder.

All throughout the search, the possibility of you being home resurfaced time and time again, but Kristy pulled through. In a way, she did not want to find you a party at all. Kristy wanted you away from these tables and all the eating-face couples she had to elbow out to get through the crowd. She ignored all the guys that handed her out drinks as she passed through the kitchen and eventually found herself in the backyard without sight of you or your friends.

“Did you see her?” One of the girls asked.

“No.”

They waited for every other girl to appear. Kristy analyzed their faces before they could even say if they found you or anyone. They were always disappointed as they walked out, and in some way, that made Kristy feel calmer as the possibility of you being home grew and grew.

“Maybe we should stay and wait up in case they get here late.” One of the girls said to all of them, and they agreed.

Minutes went by, and Kristy checked the time on her phone every few seconds. She watched as the girls went in and out of the house again to try and find you, but with no luck. It must have been an hour into it that Kristy decided it was time to move along to the next party.

The next party would be much harder, and they all knew that before even going in.

It was supposed to be a small party that not all kooks knew about, and here they were: A group of girls who weren't personally invited and probably didn't know a soul inside that house.

The girls talked inside the car about the best strategy to follow. They thought of the possibility that they could go inside one at a time, yet they had no idea how small the party was. What if they went inside, and everyone just looked at them? What would they do then?

By the time minutes passed and no one had moved, Kristy jumped out of the car and went inside the house. Sure, her heart was almost jumping out of her chest, but she still did it. The girls watched her walk up the porch and open the unlocked front door.

Inside, there were a lot more people than Kristy expected. It was much smaller than the party before, but there are still around 30 people all throughout the house.

The music, this time, is much softer, and people aren’t screaming and spilling drinks everywhere.

Kristy closes the door behind herself and walks towards what she assumes would be the kitchen, trying her best to act natural and as if she knows what she’s doing. She pushes the door open and finds herself in the kitchen, but not by herself. Kelce, a known friend of Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton, is standing right by the counter, mixing up his own drink.

She assumes it is due to the time that she simply stood there watching him because Kelce looks up at her after a few silent seconds and stops mixing the liquid in his cup.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked. His tone isn't too condescending, but definitely confused.

“Oh, no,” Kristy says, quickly snapping awake from her state of shock. “Sorry. I was just a little too focused on my own thoughts.”

She smiles at him, and Kelce simply does the grin one does to not seem rude. He picks up his drink and is ready to leave when an idea strikes Kristy.

“Wait!” She says right as he’s about to walk out through the door. “I actually do need help with something.”

Kelce turns to politely give the strange girl his attention and awaits her next words.

“Do you happen to know someone by the name of Patty?” Kristy asks, not exactly knowing how she remembered the name in the first place.

“Patty as in Patricia?” Kelce asks, sipping his drink in the pause, “That Patty?”

Kristy weighed down her options in a panic. What is she supposed to say? What if it is not Patricia and some random person that has that nickname?

“Yes, her,” Kristy says with another smile.

“Yeah, I know her.”

Kristy looks at Kelce in silence, awaiting him to say something more, but all he does is look back at her and take another sip of his drink. Through the awkwardness, Kristy tries to make everything seem normal and her to seem collected and not insane in any way.

“Uh… Do you know if she’s here?” She points down to the ground, symbolizing the party.

“I saw her a while back, yeah. Not sure where she went.”

Kristy jumps at the opportunity, “So, she was at this party.”

“Yes,” Kelce says slowly, looking at Kristy as if she had gone insane for a second.

“Were her friends here too?”

Kelce eyes Kristy up and down, finding her the most suspicious person he has ever met. He can tell she is somewhat excited about the news, which makes him assume she must know Patty and is trying to meet up with her. But her hesitant tone and lack of names of other friends make him question if she’s even someone known to Patty at all. Can you be someone’s friend without knowing any of their other friends? Especially for someone like Patty?

Kelce decides to test her for it.

“Like who?”

Kristy tenses up at the question. What if Patty, the girl she now knows you were texting, is just someone you met at a party? Not a friend of Rafe’s or even Kelce’s. Maybe Kelce only knows her name and nothing else. Kristy has to risk it because she knows he is finding her more distrustful by the second.

She begins with the easy name, saying yours first. But all Kelce does is look at her, awaiting more names, “Uh, and Rafe or Topper?” She asks quickly before adding, “Were they here too, by the way?”

Before he could answer, Kristy checks her vibrating phone, noticing the many messages coming from the girls that stayed in the car. All the messages unnecessarily asking her to tell them everything she is seeing. Kristy checks the time, and it is just a few minutes past midnight. Kristy has no idea how much time she has to find you.

“Yeah,” Kelce’s voice makes Kristy look up, “Actually. They left not too long ago. I’m sure Patty was with them when they walked out.”

“Oh, ok.” She says to him.

“Want me to say something to her in case she comes back?” He questions her, watching her every move.

“Oh, no. That is not needed. Thank you,” She says to him with yet another smile.

Kelce smiles back at her and lifts his drink slightly as his way to say goodbye before leaning his shoulder against the swinging door and disappearing into the party. Kristy looks around the kitchen in defeat. She knows Kelce could’ve lied as he was already finding her weird with all her hums and weird silences, but what is she supposed to do now?

Kristy runs her fingers through her hair and sighs out loud, finding the vibrating of her phone irritating. She turns around and pushes the door of the kitchen open, using the door that faces the other side of the house as an advantage to lose Kelce.

She is quick and discreet with her steps, making her way out of the front door before closing it softly behind her. As she did it, she now thinks back on how she should’ve stayed a little longer to not raise any more suspicions. But it is too late now, leaving her to hope no one saw her.

Her eyes find her car, and through the windshield, she can see the girls’ widened eyes on her. She takes a deep breath before beginning to walk over to them, and, when finally by her door, she opens it right as she gets bombarded with questions.

She begins to explain everything only when she's sitting comfortably in the front seat. The girls listen quietly, never opening their mouths to ask anything until she gets to the end.

“Did he say anything about where they went?”

“No, but I also didn’t want to push him to say it. It was already awful from all the questions I had already made”

“Maybe they went home…?”

“At midnight?” A girl questions the other.

Kristy nods in agreement as they all find it too early for your night to end. The girls talk amongst themselves, thinking of the possibility of you changing parties or going home to hang out. Others said that you all went to get more drinks for the party. But the amount of liquor and convenience stores on the island made the girls give up further in finding you.

They had failed to find you again. If only they had started with this party.

Minutes go by, and the girls finally come to terms with the fact that they are done for the night. Kristy begins to pull away from the house in silence, and the girls all look outside, deep in thought.

“Could we go get something to eat before we go back home?” The girl in the passenger seat asks Kristy, getting the girls’ attention and silent agreement.

“Sure,” Kristy says with a small and sad smile.

The car disappears from the small driveway, and Kelce continues to stare out the window with a frown. With his phone over his ear, he curses himself silently for not even getting the girl's name before she bolted out of his house.

Everything about her seemed wrong. Even when she answered such an easy question correctly, the way the girl got out of the house confirmed it for him. She’s a weirdo.

“We’re almost there,” The voice on the other side of the phone says right as they pick up.

“That’s alright. Just wanted to ask you something,” Kelce says as he looks back at the party, “Do you know a girl with, like, brown and blonde hair?”

Patty laughs drunkenly on the other side of the phone.

“What? Maybe,” She says back to him. “Why?”

“Some girl came into my house asking me about you and then just got out without a word.”

Patty laughs again, finding what he said absolutely ridiculous. Kelce listens as she asks Topper about the girl with highlights, yet the answer is just as negative.

“Do Rafe an-”

“Hold on, let me put you on speaker.” Kelce sighs at Patty.

“Do Rafe and Y/N know her?”

“We don’t know.” Topper answers him.

“Well, can you ask?”

“They’re out of the car.” Topper says, confirming to Kelce that Patty’s ‘almost there’ is really ‘we haven’t even gotten out of the parking lot yet’.

“Why are you so stressed about it?” Patty asks him.

“Because she was weird…” He comments to her, “And she said all your names when I asked her which friends she wanted me to know about.”

“Know about?”

“Yeah, she wanted to know where you all were. You two, Y/N and Rafe.”

They stay silent on the other side of the line, and Kelce is left to contemplate his own theories on who that girl could be.

“That is weird,” Patty says in a murmur after thinking for a bit.

“I know.”

There are more seconds of silence, and Kelce walks away from the window. He goes around the house, awaiting the two other people on the call to say something else, but they don’t even whisper.

“Is the food almost ready or what?” Kelce asks them.

“We don’t know. Rafe and Y/N went to pick it up,” Patty says to him, “But they’re still at the front. It might take a few more minutes.”

“Alright,” Kelce says as he sits back down with his other friends. “Text me when you’re on your way back.”

“Will do.”

(...)

“I’m hungry.” You groan out loud, leaning back on Rafe as you watch the restaurant’s door.

“I know,” Rafe says, “You’ve told me that many times.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around him, looking up at his face. Rafe stares back at you, at how your every emotion has just been intensified due to the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight - not his fault. Your smile grows as you watch him, and he has to hold himself back from smiling back right away.

“I like the buzz cut.”

“I know,” Rafe repeats himself. “You’ve also said that many times.”

“Good, because it’s true,” You tell him quickly before kissing his lips in a small peck and pulling away from his body.

You walk over to the restaurant's door again, eyeing the inside as you watch the only people in the open kitchen work their asses off with the usual insane orders on Friday nights. You watch them cut up the ingredients and toss them into a pan on the stove. Rafe watches you as you watch the food, comparing you in his mind to some cartoon with hearty eyes only for food.

He looks over at the car where Patty and Topper are, seeing as Patty holds her phone in the air as she talks to someone, obviously entertained.

You get back his attention when you step away from the door, and it opens in front of you. A guy holds up a white bag towards you, which makes you grab it, and he notices how drunk you are before deciding to direct his words towards Rafe instead.

“The rest of the food is almost done as well.”

“Thank you,” Rafe says back to him before the man disappears inside the restaurant again.

You walk back over to Rafe as you peek inside the bag, dying to eat anything inside the takeout boxes.

“I’ll take this bag to the car,” You tell him.

“Are you sure you can walk there safely?”

You send him a dramatic look, and his smile appears as you do it.

Even when refusing to let him be right, you walk very careful steps toward Topper’s car. You are very much drunk, but it does feel good to be so after a week of studying for your finals.

A car drives into the parking lot, getting your attention, but as soon as you have a slight difficulty seeing it in the darkness of night, you look away uninterested and get back to careful walking. Patty opens the car's door to welcome the bag of food, and you smile brightly at the equally drunk girl while holding the bag carefully in your hands.

You hand it over to her, and Patty does not even wait to open the first box at the top. Rafe watches from afar and chuckles as the two of you almost fight over one of the forks.

You happily take the fork from Patty’s hand after she has her bite, and you take yours. You practically feel your heart exploding with love for the food.

After swallowing, you take another bite and give the fork back before beginning to walk back to Rafe.

“Was it good?” He questions you.

“What was?”

“You didn’t eat?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You say with a shrug.

Rafe smiles at you, and you walk back over to him, wrapping your arms around him again. And, in the distance, the girls watch the two of you.

In shock, after they had spent so many hours looking for you, they lay their eyes on you now, and relief hits them before any of the helplessness. You were safe and happy. Yet they cannot reach you now. Not when you're with him.

They are too distracted amongst themselves that they never turn off the car, which does sound suspicious to someone standing in an empty parking lot at night, such as Rafe. He looks over his shoulder to check out the car, half-parked in a spot with the engine running and lights on. And it has been there for some time now.

Due to the lights, Rafe cannot see who could be inside the vehicle, but those in it can see him and what he’s doing clearly.

The girls inside are discussing with each other about their next move, torn between the choice of risking going there while Rafe is right beside you or letting you go and leaving this for another day.

The discussion eventually escalates into arguing, and one of them steps out of the car before the others could reach for her.

The door is slammed closed, and the girl's silhouette appears on the side of the car. Rafe has stopped looking at the strange vehicle since you moved away from him and are now telling him all about your plans for tomorrow.

Kristy, who is still inside the car, realizes that she forgot to turn it off and does it now as they watch their friend approach the couple.

As she gets closer, the door of the restaurant swings open, and a man looks over at you. You grab the plastic bag full of food handed to you, and Rafe pulls out his wallet for the tip.

The girls impatiently watch as you say something to Rafe and begin walking toward a car. By doing that, you unknowingly create a larger distance between you and the approaching girl.

As the girl begins to change route and go toward the car you’re heading to, Rafe turns around to do the same. Yet something stops him, and his eyes go from the girl to the now turned-off vehicle, making every girl freeze on their spot.

He stares as the girl who was casually heading over to his girlfriend now simply stands before him and watches him in return. He looks over at you as you get further away from her with complete innocence. His eyes go back to the car for just another second, and he slides his wallet back into his pocket.

“What?” He asks her plainly.

The girl opens her mouth to speak but then shuts it right back up. Rafe watches her do it, and how her eyes go over to try and find you. You’re too distracted talking to Patty to even notice her.

“We want to talk to Y/N,” She forces herself to say.

“She’s busy,” He says before pointing towards the car, “Having dinner.”

The girl stays quiet.

“Care to leave a message?”

Her silence is enough of an answer.

Rafe begins to move, and the girl turns towards Kristy's car. Anger is boiling underneath her skin as she looks over her shoulder, watching as you turn around to face Rafe. Your smiles and high-pitched voice as you excitedly speak to him. All while completely unaware of what has happened.

It doesn't take much of a thought to know that Rafe will never tell you, drunk or sober, what has happened and who has wished to speak to you. And that only angers the girl further.

She hops back inside her car and shuts the door behind her. No one dares to ask her what happened or what he said, so they sit silently and look outside.

Rafe opens the car door for you and lets you hop in as they watch. And before he goes in with you, he makes sure to have another look at the car and the girls inside it.

Rafe is a meany, y'all.

I know it wasn't much, but I hope you enjoyed this <3

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staytinyville · 1 year ago

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Stay Alive (24)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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A/N not beta read

The boys had all been waking up for their morning stretches and time spent in the common room, coming out of their rooms when Namjoon would knock on their doors to get them up.

Yoongi had his eyes barely opened as he shuffled his slipper-covered feet along the floor. Hoseok calmly opened his door, softly shutting it behind him as he took the sleepy vampire into his arms to keep him upright. Jin looked refreshed as he normally would in the morning. Taehyung was still a bit tired, rubbing at his eyes but still giving everyone a kind smile. Jimin calmly stretched out the sleepiness from his body as he went to cuddle up with Hobi and Yoongi.

The boys all looked at Namjoon who seemed to have a frown on his face when Jungkook had not answered the door. The boy would always be awake by then, ready to go to the gym with Namjoon but that didn’t seem to be the case here. As Namjoon turned to question the other boys, his eyes went wide as he saw someone walking down the hall with large amounts of blankets and sheets.

As the person came up to the group, their eyes went wide catching sight of the tattooed arm wrapped around the sheets.

“Jungkook, where are you going with those?” Namjoon asked, looking at him oddly.

The boy bundled up the blankets, poking his head over the tops of them as he looked at his coven. “My bedroom.” He answered, moving towards his door.

“You don't think that's a bit too much?” Jimin asked, worried.

Jungkook glared at the bedspreads, humming to himself. “It's not enough actually. I need more.” He turned around quickly, going back to ask for more blankets.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi frowned.

“He's nesting!” Jimin gasps, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook.

“Are you going into rut?” Hoseok asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“No, he doesn't smell like it.” Namjoon answered with a frown.

“Then?” Jin questioned.

They all looked at each other for a few moments before shifting over to Jungkook’s room. Jungkook’s eyes went wide as he noticed their heads turning. He quickly dropped the blankets to the floor as all of the boys pushed to open Jungkook’s door.

“Hey!” He shouted as they shoved him out of the way. “No! Get out!” He whined as they all piled into his room.

Namjoon sniffed the room for a moment, frowning as he turned around. “It smells like (Y/N).”

“What smells like me?” Your voice spooked them a bit.

They all turned to you with wide eyes, catching you walking in with the blankets that Jungkook had dropped. You noticed their panic states as they rushed into the youngest’s room. Some of the other nurses had told you about how he had asked for extra blankets which made you frown.

“Kook, why do you need so many blankets?” You asked him, setting the sheets down onto his bed.

You looked at his bedsheets all spread around. They were bunched up in certain spots creating a cozy space that would seem perfect to lay in.

“Tokki!” He smiled, rushing closer to you. He pulled you into his arms, rubbing his cheek into your hair. “Ah, I just want to be cozy.” he blushed, looking at his bed before fretting over it and moving things around.

You furrowed your eyebrows over his cleaning. He shifted pillows and blankets around again, frowning when things wouldn’t stay the way he liked. You began to worry, about to ask him what was wrong when Taehyung interrupted.

“He's nesting.” The boy told you.

“No, I'm not.” Jungkook whipped around, pouting.

“You totally are.” Jimin laughed.

“Hyung!” Jungkook whined, turning to Jin who was close to him.

“Kook, you're nesting.” Jin told the boy. “It's obvious.”

They began to bicker within themselves, causing an even deeper pout to form on Jungkook’s lips. You tried to keep up with everything they were saying but you began to fall short.

“What's nesting?” You spoke up.

“Nesting is when any animal shifter—Jungkook and Namjoon in this case—create a cozy environment to lay down with their mates.” Hoseok explained to you with a smile.

You made a face as you heard Hobi mention mates. You weren’t a fan of reading those kinds of books but you for sure knew what a mate was. Especially in the werewolf community. There was no way those kinds of things existed. But then again, just the other week you didn’t think any of them existed. Maybe mates were a thing for them.

“Their what?” You frowned.

“Mate.” Hoseok repeated. “Like—their lover.”

“Oh.” You said.

A blush overtook your face as you realized his meaning. There was no magic involved at all when it came to mates–that was just the term they used when talking about animal shifters, as Hobi put it. You felt a bit relieved to know your soul wasn’t attached to Jungkook because of some magical force. They just called their partners that.

However, the blush fell on your face because you realized they must be thinking about what you and Jungkook did yesterday. You were an adult, you didn’t regret it–far from it. But now it was out in the open that you had sex with one of them and you worried what they would think.

You didn’t want them to think you were picking favorites–or that you took advantage of them. So while the boys took the time to come to the realization, you spent it worrying about what they were thinking of you.

“You didn't!?” Jimin gasped, turning to Jungkook.

“But they did!” Taehyung gasped as well.

“Jungkook!” Jin scolded.

“I'm sorry!” Jungkook curled up as the three began to slap him.

“Hey-Hey.” You immediately stepped in, getting them to stop. “We are all adults here. Enough of your scolding.” You told them pointedly.

“That would explain Jungkook’s nesting. It’s an instinct to create a nest for their mate. And with Jungkook since he’s never had one, he would be acting this way without noticing it.” Hobi explained.

“What was the entire experience like?” He asked you.

You choked on your spit, looking at Hobi wide eyed. How were you just supposed to explain your sexual encounter with Jungkook to all of them? Wouldn’t they feel weird about it?

“I got extremely hot.” Jungkook retold. “That’s all I remember. I’m sorry.”

“Did your wolf come out?” Jungkook’s eyes went wide as realized Hobi was right.

“I think he did.” The boy whispered.

“I see. Your wolf probably took over when it found a potential mate. You’ve been here for years without one so the moment (Y/N) looked at you, your wolf probably saw her as such. He came out because he had never experienced that kind sensation.” Hoseok nodded his head, thinking about writing it all down in his journal.

Never experienced that kind of sensation? Had Jungkook been a virgin when you did that yesterday? You turned to him wide eyed, realizing that maybe they all had been here since they were young teens. The possibility of all of them being a virgin was there.

“It just happened.” Jungkook cried. “Hanseol hurt (Y/N)—”

“He did what?” You were almost positive you saw smoke coming from Namjoon’s nostrils. “Where?” He asked you, pulling you closer to inspect.

“I licked it clean.” Jungkook blushed, looking down at the ground. “That's why things got intimate.”

“You had sex after licking her blood?” Yoongi deadpanned.

“Don't talk like you wouldn't do that either.” Hoseok scoffed.

“I have an excuse.” Yoongi told him. “Blood makes me emotional. Especially if it's from the vein.” A smirk grew on his face as he thought about it.

Your eyebrows raised up, looking at the vampire wide eyed. Being with them for so long and just watching them act like normal people made you forget sometimes that they were monsters in the eyes of some people. Legends and myths were created about them in order to scare children or keep outsiders from snooping into homes. And yet, here they stood in front of you–playfully scolding a werewolf you had sex with.

“Yoongi.” Namjoon warned.

“Sorry, Princess.” Yoongi grinned.

“What did Hanseol do?” Jimin asked quietly, coming up behind you.

“He cut her arm up.” Jungkook answered for you. “But she said she doesn't remember.” He turned to Hobi, watching the boy frown.

“Let me take a look?” He asked you, waiting for your consent to go through your head.

You pursed your lips but allow him to go through it. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see his magic swirl around for fear of getting a headache or shoulder pains. You flinched a bit as something cold entered under your lids. It felt like air being blown in your face.

As Hobi tried to find whatever it was he was looking for, Yoongi was quick to step behind you as your body began to sway. His cold hands touched you over your scrubs, pushing his chest into your back to hold you up.

“I see.” Hobi hummed, pulling his hands back causing the air to stop.

You opened your eyes, subconsciously blinking to get the feeling out from your eyes.

“He erased your memory of it.” Hobi told you. “Demons have that ability.”

“Demons?” You squeaked. “Those are real too?”

“Seven different kinds.” Yoongi spoke up behind you.

He moved to get you to stand on your own, standing at you side with crossed arms.

“Let me guess. The seven deadly sins?” You scoffed sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Namjoon answered. “Hanseol is a greed demon. His greed comes in the form of knowledge.” He explained.

“He was banished from his coven for wanting to experiment on other creatures. That's how he ended up here—in your world.” Hoseok ended.

How he ended up in your world. Was there a possibility that all those crazy people out there who claimed to see monsters were actually telling the truth? All this time creatures of the night were real and haunting your world. But not all of them were bad. You could see that with the boys and some of the other patients. Was it just certain ones who would travel worlds to wreak havoc?

You guessed there was always going to be good and bad people in whatever universe you were in. Some just had a better chance at winning in a fight than others.

“We need to find a way to protect her from Hanseol's abilities.” Jin immediately spoke up, catching everyone’s attention.

“And Kyong.” Namjoon added.

“You've met Kyong?” Hobi turned to you wide eyed. All the boys had the same worried expression, scared about whoever it was you met.

“Depends on who's Kyong.” You told them, having met a lot of people in this company you still don’t know the name of.

“He's the witch working with Hanseol.” Jin answered. “Unlike Hanseol though, Kyong just gets off on harming people.”

“Why don't we put protection spells on her?” Jungkook suggests.

“That would be best.” Hobi nodded his head. “We'll both do it, Taehyung.” He turned to the boy.

“Oh! My first spell on a person.” Taehyung grinned, eyes sparkling at the thought of getting to do something like that.

“That's reassuring.”

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What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

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Kpop Writers and Fic Recs

List of Kpop Fanfic writers I follow and the fic I found them with (if there is one)!!

Warning: Very Long List :)

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✎ @remedyx > Boyfriend for Hire (Series) ♡ BTS OT7 x Reader # N/A ➤ n/a 🗨 Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you’d least expected.

✎ @bebejungkook > Gym Bunny (Series) ♡ Jungkook x Reader # N/A ➤ Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN. 🗨 After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

✎@your-daily-biaswrecking > You sit on his lap in the car and he cums in his pants + but, check out their m.list ♡ Kim Namjoon x Reader # Drabble ➤ n/a 🗨 Like the title says ;)

✎ @m-yg93 > Solace ♡ Kim Namjoon x Reader # 13.5k ➤ Brief blood mention from a cut, mention of minor character death (sickness), fingering, hand job, big dick joon, belly bulge, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, creampie, dirty talk, inconsistent POV 🗨 Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

✎ @joonsytip > Anonymously Yours ♡ Hong Joshua x Fem!Reader # 18.6k ➤ Fluff, Angst, Humour (broken coz mine), high school au, enemies to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, anonymously yours au. 🗨 After an accidental text message turns into a digital friendship, you and Joshua start crushing on each other without realizing you both see each other frequently in real life.

✎ @peekaboongi > Snake Kisses (& Defense Against the Dark Farts) ♡ Yoongi x Reader # 8.5k (& 2.2k+) ➤ Licking kink? masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism (kinda?), slight? biting kink, dom!yoongi, sort of aphrodisiac? idk his spit makes you kinda sorta sensitive does that count as a spit kink? fingering, oral (female receiving), orgasm denial, degradation, name calling, spanking, pet names (he calls her princess), cumplay, unprotected sex, humiliation, handjobs, choking, creampie, like mild cum inflation? overstimulation. oh dear god this is more than I thought it was. (& dom yoongi but also soft yoongi, one tiny possible spoiler for the very last harry potter movie, sad danger noodle yoongle, oral (male), handjobs, yoongi has two dicks, one (1) spank, yoongi spits on her hand, unprotected sex, degradation, name calling, pet names (he calls he princess), tiny bit of begging not really, i think that’s it) 🗨 You are grossly unprepared for the snake hybrid that enters your life. Yoongi is quiet and sneaks around you but eventually, even the cold reptile warms up to you. (& While trying to get Yoongi to take the full Pottermore sorting quiz, you discover something that he’s self-conscious about. Lucky for him, you love every part of him, snake bits and everything. ↳ defensive snake farts are a thing, apparently)

✎ @whatifyoulivelikethat > (seven) days a week ♡ jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ rated M (18+) for language (reader swears a lot); strangers-to-lovers; vague allusions to a loveless childhood and bad parenting (no specifics); JK might be insane and you do tell him that he is; slight crack; fluff; smut (fem reader, fucking with clothes on and off, m and f-receiving oral, light hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, choking, penetrative sex, handjob); non-idol!BTS – persistent!Jungkook x noona, def tsundere!reader lol ft instigator-cupid!Park Jimin setting them up 🗨 It only takes seven days (a week) for Jeon Jungkook to get you in his bed to fuck you right. And showing up in weird places. And kissing in the rain. He’s crazy. Okay, it’s kinda complicated.

✎ @httpjeon > lovebug ♡ jimin/reader # 12k ➤ spider hybrid!jimin, hybrid mistreatment/bullying, love self esteem/self-worth, arguments, crying, physical altercation between jimin & reader, name-calling, attachment anxiety, possessiveness, kissing, scenting, dom!jimin, manhandling, size kink/difference, fingering, dirty talk, cunnilingus, sensitivity kink, wet & messy, lots of cum, cumflation, jimins duality 🗨 hybrids are lovable companions for humans. unfortunately, most people simply want a cat or dog with which they can cuddle and love on. while looking for one to adopt, a lonesome hybrid of an unusual breed catches your eye.

✎ @solemnreads > Way Back Home (Series) ♡ jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ parents au, single parent, coparenting, chaebol, ceo jungkook, assistant reader, jeon twins, one of the babies has a weak heart, smut 🗨 "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

✎ @dovechim > the singularity theory (m) (Series) ♡ yoongi x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong. but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?

✎ @jeonstudios > drown for you (Series) ♡ siren!jk x f reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 there was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. all you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

✎ @barbika1508 > Lacuna (Series) + M.List ♡ Hybrid!Jeongguk x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 posted on each chapter

✎ @btssmutgalore > Nude (Series) ♡ Taehyung x reader # N/A ➤ smut 🗨 You accidentally send a nude to Taehyung, a fuckboy you definitely shouldn't have been thinking about, despite already kissing him. The fact that he's your roommate's best friend doesn't help your situation at all.

✎ @joonberriess > Jock!JK (Series) + M.List ♡ jock!jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter

✎ @dreamescapeswriting > BTS Reactions + M.List

✎ @taesbetch > To Own A Hybrid (Series) + M.List ♡ Jungkook x Reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

✎ @gothvkth > sensitive ♡ Jeon Jeongguk x GN!Reader # 2k+ ➤ self conscious jk, sensitive jk, nipple play, pussy pocket, vibrator, dirty talk, whiny jk, orgasm denial, sub jk, dom reader, pre-discussed kinks and wtv, safe sane and consensual, jk hugs a pillow to his chest like a cutie, a hint of dacryphilia, jk cries but he loves it. 🗨 you two have been friends since the beginning of time. after finally getting together, you guys had a miscommunication problem regarding your sex life in concern that jeongguk didn't want you but truth is, he's just a sensitive boy, too sensitive.

✎ @taleasnewastime > Purr-haps I like you ♡ Yoongi x Reader # 11.6k ➤ An abandoned cat; the cat gets ill at one point. 🗨 You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

✎ @kookslastbutton > Too Late to Dream (Series) ♡ professor!jungkook x fem!artist!Reader # 16.5k (TBA) ➤ 8-year age gap, professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), lots of family drama, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, therapy, sexual content + more specific warnings per chapter 🗨 You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

✎ @stylesluxx > Eight Years (Series) ♡ poly!ceo!bts x reader # N/A ➤ angst (and more, posted on each part) 🗨 in which they fall out of love

✎ @jcwriting > There's A First Time For Everything ♡ idol!namjoon x reader # 2.8k ➤ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh 🗨 namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

✎ @minnochu > Lustrous (Series) ♡ Hybrid!Kook x Reader

✎ @appreciatethefoolishness > Bunny Trouble (Series) ♡ jeongguk x reader

✎ @numinousher > Combined Beings (Series) + M.List ♡ mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader # N/A ➤ cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence 🗨 You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

✎ @secretbangtnn > Until I bleed out (Series) ♡ poly!BTS x hybrid!reader # N/A ➤ mentions of sexual assault and sex trafficing, violence, mentions of homelessness, mental problems, panic attacks, reader is scared of everything, bts just wants to help, smut later, mentions of abo, to be added… 🗨 Hybrids always were discriminated against, the laws passing over years changed nothing, collars still needed to be seen on those innocent necks like some kind of label. Cruelty was something the hybrids faced on daily basis, sex trafficing or illegal fighting it still felt as if those humans treated everything like pets. Situation you however found yourself in, was kind of different - not worse not better but still so bad you did not know if the next day would be yours, and when the winter started coming with big steps it was only a matter of time when the freezing cold would eat you alive. Unless one silent night a little too loud striped tiger decides to break your calm nap with a clumsy package of long limbs after him who just could not leave your tired and scared self alone…

✎ @20moonchild21 > Sehncucht - Discontinued? ♡ Hybrid!BTS x human!female!oc # N/A ➤ fluff, angst, humor, smut (later), mentioning of sexual assaultment, abuse, violence, friendship, love, dark themes 🗨 Hope is your average New York college girl, who is only one step away from reaching her big dream and becoming a lawyer for Hybrid rights. Never would she have thought, that one night, where she heard a whimpering coming from a dark alley, could turn her whole word upside down.

✎ @strlstlvr > skz finding your old fan tweet for them (hyung line linked, also maknae line version available) ♡ skz x reader # N/A ➤ smau, crack, a wee bit suggestive in changbins🫣 🗨 of course you were always their biggest fan, too bad they took a deep dive and found out how obsessed you actually were

✎ @alternateafterthought > Golden Time (Series) + M.List ♡ hybrid!jungkook x reader # 30k+ ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 Y/N has been rescuing and recovering hybrids her entire life. Now she has inherited her grandparent’s hybrid sanctuary. It was a normal rescue, get the hybrid, recover him and give him a choice, stay on the sanctuary or find a life for himself. Why was this one so different?

✎ @idkcantthinkofaname > It takes time (Series) ♡ bts x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

✎ @jiminrings > 4-7-8 (Series) ♡ jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ semi-heavy angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), emotional constipation, no cheating happens here btw (neither physical nor emotional), self-loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it's okay to be friends with ur ex, intense yearning + specified tags in each installment! 🗨 you're secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren't so secure about is his first love - someone who isn't you. alternatively, jungkook's married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

✎ @ya9amicide > Redamancy (Series) ♡ ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too. To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest. But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

✎ @sue-bts > Teething ♡ Bunny!Jungkook x Reader # N/A ➤ much smut very sin wow, biting, pet/owner (he is of age, hybrid stuff makes the developmental process- i.e. teething- a bit slowed but he’s 19) 🗨 (Requested) Can you do one where hybrid Jungkook is going through his heat and he just needs dom!y/n so bad, but she just loves to see him beg and practically dry hump her leg. Can you add dirty talk in there too. I don’t care what he’s mixed with.

✎ @eternal-mikrokosmos > Stubborn Hugs (Series) ♡ Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, occasional ot7 x reader, ot7 x ot7 # N/A ➤ posted in each chapter 🗨 After helping out a koala and bunny hybrid, your bring them home with your other hybrids to adjust. But a certain koala doesn’t seem tho get the concept of being cared for without a catch. Having your own set of secrets, it already proves difficult to gain their trust and getting them to stay with you at the same time. Your hybrids already know everything about you and are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to keep you safe.

✎ @arrianna21 > Hybrid!Taegi Masterlist + M.List ♡ cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader # N/A ➤ posted in each chapter

✎ @gimmesumsuga > Pink Panther ♡ Jin x reader # 13k ➤ Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk 🗨 ‘The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are’ - Hybrid!AU

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✎ @borathae > Masterlist

✎ @tasteleeknow > Masterlist

✎ @ffsarchive > Masterlist

✎ @guess-whos-now-a-mood > Pretty Moodboards

✎ @taetae-tea > Masterlist

✎ @yeontanismypresident > Masterlist

✎ @jinniesboy > Masterlist

✎ @baepsaets > Posts in General

✎ @secret-kpoplibrary > Masterlist

✎ @thereaderstea > Masterlist

✎ @jamaisjoons > Masterlist

✎ @ahundredtimesover > Masterlist(s)

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#kpop x reader #bts x reader #bts recs #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt recs #seventeen recs #honestly it is only one seventeen fic right now #i had/have a bts phase

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lilygoat · 2 years ago

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Spooks&Kooks

#pinup

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borathae · 1 year ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 20 - Attic]

Warnings: lots of emotion, they finally talk!, deep and honest conversation, i want them to be happy always

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: *in Kookie’s voice* finallyyy

“Princess?” he tilts his head to the side, “what are you doing here?”

“Kook called me and said that he needed help. What are you doing here?”

Yoongi shows you his phone.

“The same”, he says.

“I don’t get it. Where is he?”

Bang!

You both flinch, eyes flitting to the door which just this moment flung closed.

Click.

Someone just locked it.

“What is happening?” you ask, hurrying closer to Yoongi because quite frankly, you were feeling very spooked. He seems annoyed, inching closer to the door, “do you know what’s happening?”

“Yeah”, he says, “hey, punk. What are you doing?” he calls out, banging his hand on the door.

“I’m doing what’s necessary!” Jungkook’s voice sounds behind the door.

“Kookie? What’s happening? Are you okay?”

“Yeah”, he says, “but you guys aren’t, so you are not leaving this room until you are.”

“Oh”, you let out, eyes flitting to Yoongi as everything falls into place.

“Open the door, brat”, Yoongi growls, banging on the door again.

“No! You guys need to talk first!”

“This isn’t funny, open the door before I rip it out of its hinges.”

“No” Jungkook sounds stubborn, “you guys love each other, so stop avoiding conversation.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you. The intensity of his gaze makes you gulp.

“This is your last chance”, he growls, wiggling the doorknob violently.

Music starts. Slow romance songs. Somewhere in this room Jungkook must have hidden his bluetooth speaker and now he pressed play on his phone.

“Jungkook!” Yoongi warns, “open this fucking door, you bratty punk.”

“I’ll open this door once you talked”, Jungkook answers him.

“Okay that’s it. I’m ripping it out”, Yoongi says, tugging at the doorknob.

You stop him, placing your hand atop his’.

“Or maybe we could try?” you say quietly.

Yoongi studies your face, jaw tense and eyes dark.

“Please? Maybe?” you whisper.

He exhales loudly, dropping his hand from the doorknob.

“What do you want to say?” he says dryly.

“Apologize, I guess? Say how fucking sorry I am? And that I miss you like crazy.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges you.

“I’m so sorry.”

He nods his head and turns. You watch as he drags his feet to the mattress, sitting down right at the edge of it.

You hurry to him, sitting down. You give him his space, knowing that he needs it.

You stay silent for now, wanting to give him the chance to speak his mind.

“I can’t believe this idiot is using my own tricks against me”, he murmurs, “fuck, he’s such a brat.”

“You have to admit, the idea is kind of genius.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t blame the student, you’re just a good teacher. It’s not his fault that he learned from the best”, you say, making him scoff. It was laced with the slightest amount of amusement.

“Yeah, I…I just, fuck-”, he says, head lowered and shoulders sagging, “I can’t do this. This was a stupid idea. I’m ripping the door out”, he says, trying and failing to flee because before he can stand up, you have him pulled back down.

“I like talking”, you say, caressing his knuckles.

“I feared you were gonna say that”, he murmurs.

“Really?” you chuckle even if the air is tense, “why is it so bad that I do?”

“Because I suck at it?” Yoongi lets out a nervous scoff.

“I don’t think you do. Just tell me how you feel, maybe?”

“I don’t know how I feel, okay?” he sounds pissed but you know that his voice is only as harsh as it is because he is nervous and in an unfamiliar situation. His guards are up, that is all, “I just know that I’m still so goddamn upset with you, but despite that it sucks ass to give you the silent treatment. I just…”

He sneaks a shy glance at you.

“I care about you”, he whispers, “you are different, I don’t want to treat you like I normally treat people who anger me. Once people really piss me off, I have no problem cutting ties, but not with you. I don’t want to cut you outta my life.”

“I’m glad you think that way. You’re different for me too. I’m sad when people leave, but it’s okay in the end because I expected them to leave. But with you, I turn into a complete clingy idiot and I want to keep clinging onto you to avoid being left”, you laugh painfully, “giving you your space the past few days was so hard because I missed you like crazy.”

Yoongi scoffs.

“I know, it’s so childish”, you say.

“No, it’s not, I’m”, he exhales, “shit, I don’t know what to say. How do you talk shit out?”

“I get that. You need time and your thoughts are probably jumbled. Can I tell you how I feel maybe?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay so. I think, I’m so clingy because I really love you? Like actually love you? A-and I haven’t had that kinda love with anyone before you and it’s so epic to feel”, you catch the little nod he does, “but now, I’m really scared that I fucked up completely and you’ll never forgive me. And I’m sorry, so goddamn sorry. That’s how I feel. I feel so guilty and so sorry and so scared that I’ll lose you.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding. He stays silent as he thinks over what you told him, picking at the skin of his thumbnail to keep himself grounded. There is an owl outside your window. It is making noise, cooing behind the glass at something that will never be revealed to you. Maybe it is the moon, maybe the stars or maybe it is solely doing it for itself.

“This is the point where you say something”, you whisper, studying his features.

“I know”, he answers you just as quietly, looking at you for just a second before he averts his gaze back to his own hands. “You didn’t fuck up completely”, he begins, “I don’t want to leave you. I want to forgive you, I really do. But I just…can’t do this yet. I’m not ready for that, because I feel…”

He shies away, touching the side of his neck almost as if he wanted to soothe himself.

“I’m so hurt”, he presses out, forcing the tremor in his voice to be as quiet as possible, “knowing that you did all of that so easily hurts me. I haven’t slept in days because I keep repeating what happened. I still feel your blood on my fingers, fuck.”

Yoongi looks at his trembling hands.

You want to reach out and hold them, but you don’t know if you are allowed to. So you look at his hand and feel your heart twist in pain.

“I hate blood sharing so much”, he presses out.

“I hate it now too”, you say.

“Maybe it’s because I’m prude and stuck-up like Jimin said, but I can’t understand this lifestyle. It hurt me every single time in the past and I hurt people too because of it and I guess…”

He lets out an exhausted sigh.

“I guess what hurts me so much right now is the thought that you were willing to partake in the lifestyle which caused me so much harm?” he almost asks the sentence, “maybe it was my own fault too? I know that it’s unfair of me to expect of you to know how I feel about blood sharing when I haven’t specifically told you yet, but I just thought that…that I- I don’t know how to say it.”

He sits up, putting some distance between the two of you. He is fumbling with his fingers awkwardly.

“Just say how you want to say it. It’s okay.”

“Goddamn it, I thought that I had made it clear enough for you to at least connect the dots. You’re so intelligent and always make great connections and yet you couldn’t even think for a second that maybe you wanting to be a, a”, he falters for a second, “a fucking living blood bag could hurt me? I walked in on you being fucked so roughly whilst bleeding out and it makes my heart ache whenever I think about it. Fuck, I could throw up thinking about what they did to you. Why would you want that?”

He looks at you.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers.

“For what?”

“I was being harsh. Y-you told me I should say it how I wanted to, but it sounded harsh. I can’t help it, I’m not used to being gentle.”

“You didn’t sound harsh. Thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah, well”, he turns his head away, touching his own ear, “whatever.”

“I really hear you, my love”, you say, placing your hand on his thigh, “and you are right, I really should have made that connection, but I didn’t and for that I’m really sorry.”

You squeeze his thigh.

“You have every right to be upset about what you had to see”, you say, “we went too far. The thing you had to walk in on was too much.”

Yoongi nods his head, balling his shaking fingers into fists.

“I don’t know if this will help you feel better, but the other times we shared blood weren’t like that.”

Yoongi tightens his fists, biting back a whimper wanting to come out.

“The sex during the sharing wasn’t like that in the past. I wasn’t in pain during the other times and I-”

“Be quiet”, Yoongi interrupts you, “be quiet when all you can do is defend him. Over and over and over again. Fuck.”

The last word was said with such heartbreak that it hurts you just as much.

“I can’t take much more”, he presses out, hiding his face behind his hand, “please, don’t talk about this. It hurts so much.”

“Yoongi”, you breathe shakily, placing your hand on his thigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you, I wanted to assure you that I wasn’t always treated like that. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t flinch away, he doesn’t tense up, he doesn’t react. He just sits there, shoulders shaking and face buried in his hands.

“I’m so sorry”, you choke out, scooting closer to rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“Why?” he croaks, “why did you do this?” his voice cracks, “I don’t understand”, he squeaks out and sobs into his hands, “why do you keep defending him? Why do you do that? Why?”

He turns his head, looking at you through the curtain of his tears.

“Ever since you met him he hurt you. He lies to you, manipulates you, controls your mind and gets you hurt over and over again”, he furrows his brows, “and he doesn’t even see it necessary to apologise”, he spits angrily, before sadness washes over his features again rendering him unable to look at you. He buries his face back in his hands, sobbing loudly, “why do you keep defending him? What do you see in him? I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry”, you press out, “I don’t know why I do, but you’re right. You, you really are.”

Yoongi whimpers, curling into himself as his body begins to shake.

“Hey, my love”, you cup the back of his head in worry, “what’s wrong? You are shaking like crazy.”

Yoongi squeezes his head, “I’m gonna lose you to him”, he croaks, coughing out a sob, “I’m so scared that he’s gonna kill you.”

“No my love, no. He won’t kill me, I know him.”

“Yes he will”, he presses out in a trembling voice, “he almost did so when he fucked you. Oh god”, he retches as if his stomach wants to empty itself, “fuck”, he gags again, coughing afterwards, “I almost lost you”, he croaks, coughing out a gagged sob.

“Are you having a panic attack?”

He nods his head as best as possible, twisting his own hair to the point it barely stays on his scalp. He sobs and gags, convulsing in the intensity of it.

“Okay, that’s- don’t worry, I’ve been living with those bastards my entire life. I know they suck, but you’ll get through this.”

Yoongi wheezes, squeezing his eyes shut. He can barely breathe. His chest is so tight. His tummy keeps tensing up.

You keep him grounded with a soft touch to the back of his neck, massaging him slowly. You have no idea how much this helps, but you hope that it does.

“We’ll do something my cousin taught me. We called it the 54321 game. It’s very easy, trust me”, you say.

“I-I..don’t..want…games”, he gets out.

“It’s helpful. You just have to tell me five things you can see. Then four, three, two until we’re at one. And we’ll repeat the process with all your senses until you feel better.”

“What? How is, is that gonna help?”

“Just try. Go as slow as you need to.”

“No.”

“Yes Yoongi. We have to ground you again. Now come on, tell me five things you can see.”

Yoongi does. He begins with five things, breathing slower once he reached four things. He stops shaking after the three things he can feel and stops clutching his own hair after two things he can hear. He says his tears for one thing he can taste and by that time, his breathing has gotten back to normal and his eyes stopped crying.

He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t move. He simply sits, staring at the floor with glassy eyes whilst breathing normally. You know how exhausted he must feel right now.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better”, he says without emotion. It’s a telltale sign of how drained the panic attack left him.

“Good, that’s good to hear”, you comb his messy bangs out of his face, “I’m glad that you feel a little better, my love. You did really well with the game.”

Yoongi inhales and squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his fingers around your wrist just to hold something. He pulls your hand to his cheek, making you cup it. Only then he exhales, doing so terribly shakily. His fingertips are cold while his palms are sweaty. You hold him even tighter.

“Please don’t leave me this way”, Yoongi begs in a whisper, “please don’t do that. It would kill me. Please.”

“Of course not. Oh my love”, you say, scrambling off the mattress just to kneel down in front of him, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. Feel that?” you press his hand to your chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your pulse is beating against your ribcage, reminding him that you were here. That you were alive.

Yoongi twists a bundle of your shirt so he can pull you closer, feel you better, make sure that what he feels is real.

“Can you feel that?” you ask, squeezing his hand, “can you feel my heartbeat?”

He nods his head.

“I’m still here, my love”, you promise him, “I’m still here”, you repeat the words so he will truly hear you. So that he knows that you aren’t lying. You’re still here and you won’t leave like this.

But Yoongi doesn’t believe you. This is just a trick again. A trick of the evil entity which has been writing his life and turned it into the lonely, dark play it has always been.

He pulls you into him, lowers his head to your chest so his ear was pressed against it. His eyes close. Your fingers tangle in his hair and scratch at his scalp. The touch sends shivers down his spine.

Tudun. Tudun. Tudun.

Your pulse echoes in your chest. He can feel it too. Rhythmical and constant. Fast because you are feeling just as upset as he is. But it’s right there. Even if fast, it’s right there. The proof that you are alive, that those horrifying images haunting him are just that. Horrifying images which haunt him. You didn’t leave him.

Yoongi releases a shuddering breath, wrapping his arms around you so he can pull you close.

You cradle his head, placing a kiss atop of it. He may seem exhausted to you, but he feels relieved. He isn’t a stranger to panic attacks. They haunted him throughout his whole life and most lasted days. This is the first attack which came and went within minutes and Yoongi knows that it was only because you helped him. He feels so relieved.

“Yoongi my love, I am really so goddamn sorry”, you whisper.

Yoongi nods his head and lifts it. He leans into you. You cup his cheeks to wipe his tears away.

“I know”, he whispers, staring into your eyes as if they were the only thing he can see.

“What can I do to make it better? I want to fix this.”

“You don’t…” he hesitates and looks away. He pulls you close. You allow him, hugging him when he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Whatever you need, I will do it”, you whisper.

“I don’t know what I need. I’m so…” he lets out a shaky breath, “I’m so tired.”

He hopes that you understand what he means with that. That he is so tired, not only physically but also of making decisions. He can’t be strong anymore, he has no energy left to decide what he needs.

“I understand”, you say and you mean it, “then I’ll hold you for a while, yeah?”

He nods his head, growing soft and incredibly small in your arms. As if all he needed to finally take off the mask of strength were your words of understanding.

You run your fingers up and down his back, play with his hair and reassure him of your presence with soft kisses to his closed lids and forehead. There is no strength holding him up, he rests against you with his entire weight but you don’t mind. He can lean on you for as long as he needs to.

“Why do you still love him?” his voice is barely audible.

“Yoongi…” you whisper, feeling a painful lump form in your chest.

“Why do you still do that? I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know”, you press out the words.

“Does he force you? Like he did back then? Does he know something I don’t? Is he blackmailing you? Why do you still want him here?”

“None of those, my love. I’m just…just…sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yes, sad. Sad because he was so sweet and lovely once and now… now he doesn’t even deem it necessary to see his own faults. This can’t be him. This isn’t like him. I don’t want to accept that this is the real him.”

“Maybe you should”, he trembles in a little sob, “before he kills you. Oh god.”

You squeeze him tighter, hoping that this could stop the panic from rising in his chest again.

“I’m here my love”, you assure him, “and you have to believe me when I say that I don’t want to bloodshare anymore. I won’t do it again, you have to believe me.”

“What if he wants it again?”

“Then I tell him no. He has to respect my decisions, doesn’t matter what he wants.”

“What if you fight with him because of it?”

“It’s a little too late for that already.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re already fighting because of it.”

“Oh.”

“But that doesn’t matter right now and it’s a problem you don’t have to help me with. Don’t worry about it, my love”, you caress his knee, “I don’t want to blood share anymore, I told him that.”

He lifts his head, staring at you with childish, sad hopefulness.

“Really?” he whispers.

“Yes, my love. Really”, you assure him, “I love you the most I ever loved a person and I would do anything for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Min Yoongi. Fucking yes.”

Yoongi nods his head, resting his hand atop yours.

“Thank you”, he gets out in a small whisper, sinking into you again afterwards. You hold him tightly, playing with his hair.

“Of course, I want to hear what upsets you, so I can work on changing it.”

“Me too”, he says, sneaking a glance at you but avoiding eye contact, “can I still have some time? I want to think more.”

“Yes, you can. We talked about a lot of stuff right now, I get it. I want you to be able to sort through your thoughts. You need that, don’t you?”

He nods his head, “sorry, that’s how I function I guess.”

“It’s okay. I respect that.”

“Thank you”, he whispers, squeezing your waist softly and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Can I ask for one more reassurance that you won’t break up with me, though?”

He lifts his head to look at you.

“I, I want to give you time, I really do. But I get so anxious that you’ll change your mind and break up with me. Sorry, I guess I function that way?”

Yoongi nods his head, “I understand, I do”, he says and caresses your waist gently, “I don’t want to break up with you. You’re my love.”

“Okay, that’s good to hear. Thank you for the reassurance.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head. He turns away slightly and looks at the ground, “can we keep the panic attack between us?”

“Of course, my love. You know by now, what happens between us stays between us.”

“Thank you, it means a lot.”

“To me too”, you say, caressing his cheeks, “can I tell you one last thing before you leave?”

“Sure?” he sounds wary, cocking his right eyebrow up.

“And please don’t think that this is some asshole scheme to keep you here, I-I’m just trying to clear s-stuff up”, you stutter.

“Just tell me, ___”, he says, eyes glued to your face nervously.

“Okay so”, you begin, “will it change anything about how you think if I told you that I didn’t want to drink Jimin’s blood?”

Yoongi straightens up, rolling his shoulders back. His eyes carry shock and deep down the first ambers of rage flicker.

“What did he do?” he asks, growling the words.

“It, it was that night at the club a-and I was in the bathroom when he came after me and we, uhm, we uh, did the thing.”

“Tch.”

“And then he began kissing my neck and then all of a sudden he bit me.”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, staring at you with dark eyes.

“And because he didn’t want Tae to find out, he uhm… made me swallow his blood. And then cleaned me to hide the blood.”

You stare at him once you finished your story. He is dead silent, eyes dark and focused on you. It makes you nervous to have him look so calm and yet so angry. Every passing second spent in silence feels like hours. You did what you had to do. You told him what Jimin did, just like you promised Seokjin, and yet now that you did, you wonder if it was even the right thing to do.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is quiet, but you know better than to trust it. Yoongi is boiling in anger.

“Because he told me that if I told anyone, Tae would want him to leave and I’d be responsible for him losing his best friend again.”

“Fucking hell”, he presses out, looking away, “you should have fucking told me.”

“I was scared.”

“Of what? You know you can tell me anything”, he hisses.

“I felt. No”, you stop yourself, “feel”, you correct yourself, “guilty for what happened.”

“Why?”

“Because I let him kiss me like that and I, you know uhm, orgasmed and I didn’t even stop him until it was already done.”

“Holy fuck, please tell me you wanted him to do this you. Please princess, tell me he didn’t do even more to you than just force feed you blood. I swear if he did, I’m gonna fucking torture him.”

“I wanted the, uhm, naughty things. I guess. I was drunk, so yeah”, it is hard confessing such things, it makes you feel so ashamed to admit it, “just not the blood and the biting. He asked for consent for the dirty stuff, just went too far in the end.”

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses his hand against his forehead, “holy fuck, I’m going to actually kill him.”

“Please don’t do that. This, this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want you to get upset.”

“Upset? I’m not upset, I’m fucking furious”, Yoongi growls, looking at you with ruby eyes, “how dare he do this to you. I’m going to rip him to shreds.”

“Please don’t”, you beg, trying to calm him down by taking his left hand.

“Fuck”, he exhales, hiding his face in his own knees as he folds into himself. He twists the hair at the back of his head, “why didn’t I notice that you smelled like him? Holy fuck!” he jumps up, kicking a pillow across the room, “I’m so angry at myself. I should have noticed!”

“Don’t blame yourself please. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. I failed you”, he says, pointing at you with his finger, “I’m going to kill him. I’m serious princess, I’ll goddamn torture him for what he did to you. I fucking promise you that much, this is not going to go unpunished.”

“Please think about that first.”

“Why should I?”

“Think of Taehyung.”

“Fuck. This. Brat”, Yoongi hisses, “he should still be rotting in his cell. Stupid bastard, I never should have released him.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Give me a goddamn break. I’m tired of this spoiled bastard always fucking everything up and toying with your life. Where was he when it happened? You went out together and yet he didn’t even bother to check when you were gone for a while? Or afterwards when you came back from the toilet? What did he do?”

“I can’t remember. I was pretty drunk”, you lie because you don’t want to upset him with the truth. That Taehyung was happy you had sex with Jimin and that he looked forward to the threesomes you would be having from now on.

“Nothing. Of course. Your lie was proof enough. He did nothing. Fuck!” he almost yelled the last word, gripping a candleholder to throw it against the wall.

“Yoongi please stop”, you prevent it from happening, “you’re scaring me when you’re like this.”

Yoongi lowers his arm, studying your face. Regret fills his eyes instantly.

“Princess”, he says in a soft voice, dropping the candleholder on the floor mindlessly to instead hurry back to you. He cups your face, tugging you to your feet this way, “don’t be scared please. I won’t ever hurt you”, he says, running his thumbs over your cheek before leaning in to kiss them, “I won’t hurt you, do you hear me?”

“I know that. I’m not scared for myself, I’m scared that you’ll end up hurting yourself.”

He shakes his head, “don’t worry about that. I can’t hurt myself.”

“Well then I’m scared for the candleholder”, you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It works. Yoongi lets out an amused scoff, eyes softening.

“Fuck the candleholder”, he says, painting a faint smile to your lips.

“Fine, fuck it”, you say, combing his messy bangs out of his face.

Yoongi inhales deeply and squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his fingers around your wrist just to hold something. Only then he exhales, doing so terribly shakily. He does so multiple times, calming himself down this way.

“Goddamn it princess”, he presses out, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared that you would kill him without thinking.”

“I don’t do that, princess. You know that I don’t. When you tell me to, I hold back. You know that much by now”, he is slightly whining his words, widening his eyes in an almost childlike sulky manner.

“Are you angry at me now?”

“No, of course not”, he shakes his head, caressing your cheeks with his tender hands, “just tell me stuff like this, please. Okay?”

You nod your head, “yeah, okay. A-and I’m sorry for telling you tonight.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to think that this is a scheme to get you to forgive me. It’s not that, I just didn’t want to carry yet another secret with me. And I thought that if I told you, maybe I could show you that I’m not a complete cunt. I would never drink Jimin’s blood willingly. Never ever.”

“I know that this is why you told me, don’t worry”, he reassures you.

You caress his hands, pulling them to your lips so you can kiss them.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Stop saying that, I know”, he whispers, caressing your knuckles.

“Okay I’ll try a-and I want you to know that you can still leave, I also wasn’t trying to make you stay by telling you what Jimin did. If you still need time alone, I understand.”

Yoongi shakes his head, pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t make me leave”, he murmurs into your neck, picking you up just so he can hold you that much tighter, “you’re staying with me, you silly girl.”

“Okay”, you say, wrapping your limbs around him as best as possible. You feel so relieved to have him hold you like this. It makes you feel as if not all is lost.

Yoongi presses you closer, inhaling your scent shakily.

“Fuck princess”, his voice is muffled by your neck, “you’re so fucking reckless sometimes. You’ll cost me my last nerves one day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hush, you idiot. Just let me hold you.”

You chuckle softly, “okay, I’ll shut up now. You smell really good.”

“You too.”

Click.

The door opens. Jungkook steps into the room.

“See? It worked”, he says, calling both of your attention.

Yoongi lifts his head, placing you down carefully. He keeps his arm around your waist, caressing it slowly.

“You little brat, come here this instant”, he says.

Jungkook follows with a boyish cackle and confident cockiness in his eyes.

“Don’t be mad at me. You know that I’m a genius.”

“You’re deserving of some spanking, that’s what you are”, Yoongi answers him, gripping him by his waist just to pull him close and land a harsh spank on his buttocks.

Jungkook squeaks, falling against Yoongi with widened eyes and his butt chasing his hand.

Yoongi spanks him a second time and then goes to grab his chin harshly, squishing his cheeks in the process.

“Don’t think that I’m done with you. I’m letting you off tonight because I’m feeling gracious, but you little brat will get your punishment”, he says in a dark voice.

“Okay. Good”, Jungkook whispers, gazing at Yoongi with his knees feeling like puddy.

“Now come here, you two”, Yoongi says, picking you and Jungkook up to carry you to the mattress.

He throws the two of you on top of it and drops down himself right between your bodies. Face buried in the pillows and arms snug around your waists, he lays completely still.

“Uhm hyung?” Jungkook asks, trying and failing to wiggle into another position.

“Stay”, Yoongi orders him, “I need a distraction. I’ll kill shit otherwise.”

“I’m fine with that”, you say, snuggling closer to Yoongi. You begin playing with his hair, doing so slowly.

“Me too”, Jungkook agrees, placing his hand on Yoongi’s back to draw patterns on it.

Yoongi exhales shakily, muscles in his arms tensing.

“What are you guys doing to me?” his voice is muffled by the pillows.

Jungkook nuzzles closer to him, “what do you mean?” he asks, running his fingers up and down Yoongi’s spine and forcing shivers over his body.

“You guys are going to ruin me. I’ve never been that stressed in my entire life.”

You chuckle, Jungkook does too. Yoongi turns his head to the side, sending you a look.

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m really fucking upset.”

“Wait. Really?” you gasp.

Yoongi nods his head.

“Noo Yoongi Boongie, I’m sorry for laughing”, you say, cupping his cheek, “we’re here now, don’t worry.”

“I just wanna kill him”, Yoongi confesses, looking at you with big, pleading eyes, “he hurt my ___. Everything inside me tells me to go downstairs and rip him to shreds.”

“I know, but please don’t do this. I know you don’t want to hear that, but I don’t want Tae to lose his best friend again.”

“Why not? He’s nothing but a cunt. Taehyung’s better off without him.”

“You’ve seen how he was when Jimin was dead. Tae’s not better off without him.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re protecting someone like Jimin”, Yoongi murmurs and turns his head away, looking at Jungkook that way.

“Hey, my love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not protecting him, I just don’t want Tae to grieve again.”

Yoongi stays silent.

“Do you understand my reasoning?” you ask him, “mhm?”

He huffs out air, but shivers when you massage his scalp right where it feels the best.

“Yoongi?”

“Don’t ignore her”, Jungkook says, “please you guys just made up, you can’t fight again.”

“I’m not fighting, I’m thinking”, Yoongi grumbles, now turning away from Jungkook to look back at you. He frowns, but slowly relaxes his features as you begin massaging his temple and forehead.

“I won’t kill him. For now.”

“That’s enough for me. Thank you so much, my love.”

“For now”, Yoongi insists, furrowing his brows, “if he acts up again and hurts you, I won’t hold back anymore.”

“I know, thank you for listening.”

“Tch, whatever”, he murmurs shyly, turning his head back to Jungkook. He runs his eyes up and down Jungkook’s features. Like this they are a good hand’s width apart, cheeks squished on the pillow and eyes locking after a second.

“Since when are you such a punk?” he asks Jungkook, making him giggle.

“I’ve learned from you, hyung”, Jungkook says, “remember when you made ___ and I meet in the gym so we could talk it out?”

“I never did something like this. I don’t know what you’re saying”, Yoongi lies.

“Well, I got inspired by that”, Jungkook snickers, “I think it went really well.”

“Tch, punk”, Yoongi murmurs, rolling over so he was resting on his back. He folds his hands on his tummy, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“No, but aren’t you glad that you guys are talking again?” Jungkook insists, snuggling closer to Yoongi until his face was hidden in the crook of his neck.

“I am”, you say, touching Yoongi’s temple just to tug a strand of hair behind his ear.

Yoongi shifts his eyes to you, reaching up to trace your cheek as softly as possible.

“Me too”, he breathes, running his thumb over your lips. He pulls back, touching his own lips while his eyes soften in fondness.

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, shimmying closer and snuggling into him. You kiss his lips. Hesitantly and carefully. Just once and then you already pull back, gazing into his eyes.

“Mhm”, he lets out, lowering his eyes shyly. He rolls to his side so his back was facing you. He wiggles into a comfortable position, sticking his butt out this way. Then he looks over his shoulder, frowning at you shyly.

You understand instantly, closing the distance between you and him. He lifts his head so you could sneak your arm under it and then presses back into you. With a harsh tug on your arm, he makes you fall against him. Your face naturally nuzzles into his neck.

“Is that comfy, my love?” you whisper, holding his hand tightly.

“Kiss my neck.”

“Okay, okay”, you say and begin placing tender kisses on his skin. “like this?”

“Ye, is nice”, he murmurs and cuddles closer.

“Then I’ll keep doing that”, you say, whispering your next words, “lean on me, my love. I'm right here and I won’t let go.”

Yoongi huffs out air loudly before those huffs of air turn into quiet purrs and soon you can hear Jungkook match his frequency.

You sneak a glance past Yoongi’s head at Jungkook. He has his eyes closed, hand having come to a standstill on Yoongi’s lower waist. Only his fingers trying to sneak under his shirt lets you know that he wasn’t completely lost in sleep yet.

You hide your face back in Yoongi’s neck, closing your eyes.

Tonight won’t be a terrible night. There may still be a lot to fix and issues to take care of, but at least for tonight you have Yoongi to hold and that is enough.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Ghost Hunters, Haunted Houses, Honeymoon, Peter Hale is a Little Shit, Sassy Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Chris is done with both of them, Mates Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Married Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff and Crack, Full Shift Werewolves, Ghosts, Supernatural Shenanigans, Endgame Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary:

While on their honeymoon, Stiles thinks it's a good idea to prove to Chris and Peter that ghosts are real

They get more than they bargained for

For the Day 2 prompt "Ghost Hunting" in the Multiship of Madness Halloween Week

#teen wolf #steter #stetopher #peter hale #chris argent #stiles stilinski #MoMHalloween #halloween challenge

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 9 days ago

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Spooks Kooks and Werewolves Oh My

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60159694 by Kymera219 While on their honeymoon, Stiles thinks it's a good idea to prove to Chris and Peter that ghosts are real They get more than they bargained for For the Day 2 prompt "Ghost Hunting" in the Multiship of Madness Halloween Week Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Ghost Hunters, Haunted Houses, Honeymoon, Peter Hale is a Little Shit, Sassy Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Chris is done with both of them, Mates Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Married Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff and Crack, Full Shift Werewolves, Ghosts, Supernatural Shenanigans, Endgame Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60159694

#ao3feed #fanfic #teen wolf #steter #peterstiles

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 1 year ago

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Spooks before Kooks

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #The Scarecrow #kooks as in kooky #it was the only rhyme I could think of #DC #DC Comics #Arkham Knight #Arkhamverse #DC Scarecrow #Arkham Scarecrow

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mel-vaz · 2 months ago

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Beware The Beast From Below

The gang was celebrating their victory in the dimly lit cell of the Crystal Cove Police Department. Vitus cheered, "Another mystery bites the dust!" while Scooby joyously exclaimed, "Yeah, celebrate!" Y/n added, "It's official we are the best mystery-solving team ever."

However, Sheriff Stone abruptly interrupted their joyous moment, his badge gleaming under the light of the station. "Better idea," he growled, shutting the cell door with a resounding thud.

Fred, feeling frustrated, retorted, "Aw, come on, sheriff." But Sheriff Stone's stern demeanor silenced him. "Just cork it. Do you see this badge? Know why it's here?"

Vitus's voice echoed through the cell, "It came with the shirt?" Sheriff Stone retorted, his face stern, "It's here because if there's a crime, I solve it."

Y/n, with a tinge of sarcasm, questioned, "When have you ever solved a crime?"

Sheriff Stone, his hand on the cell door, responded, "Oh, and by the way, I've called all your parents, who, by now, I've got on speed dial." He leaned closer to Fred and Y/n, his voice dripping with sternness. "Oh, say hi to you Dad, the Mayor for me will you"

The room fell into a tense silence as Sheriff Stone exited with a firm stride.

Damien, unable to contain his discontent, leaned on the cell bars and sighed, "Just once, it would be nice if someone thanked us for solving a mystery."

Fred offered a small smile, attempting to lighten the mood. "Good thing we're not in this to be liked."

Outside Crystal Cove Spook Museum. Vitus is a tour guide for a group of Crystal Cove tourists.

Vitus addressed a group of Crystal Cove tourists with a bored tone. "Welcome to the Crystal Cove haunted tour," he began. "I'm your ghoulish guide, Vitus" he continued to recount the town's eerie history. "The first documented case of the curse of Crystal Cove dates back to 1630 when a garrison of Spanish conquistadors mysteriously vanished from the harbor."

The female tourist couldn't help but express her fear. "Oh, that is so scary!" she gasped. "Where did they go?"

"What part of the word 'mystery' didn't you understand?" he said, his voice tinged with a touch of annoyance. Vitus nodded, "Indeed, the curse struck yet again in 1765 when an entire town of missionaries met the same mysterious fate."

His voice carried a hint of intrigue as he continued, "For a while, things were relatively calm until 100 years later when Cletus Darrow discovered gold and renamed the town Crystal Cove."

he paused for effect, reveling in the growing tension of his audience. "Many believed the curse had been lifted until one Halloween when the entire Darrow family vanished without a trace." Vitus played a tape of a family screaming

"Moving on" Vitus led his group of tourists into the museum's exhibits, his voice echoing through the expansive hall. "Since the disappearance of the Darrow family, Crystal Cove has become a hotspot for paranormal activity," he said.

He gestured towards the monsters, where ancient artifacts from past mysteries were displayed. "You might recognize some of our more famous visitors," he continued. "Ghostly deep sea diver Captain Cutler, the enigmatic Miner '49er, the mischievous Charlie the Haunted Robot, and last but not least, the terrifying Space Kook, not me"

A male tourist suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! How frightening!" The female tourist, equally spooked, added with a shiver, "Oh! Absolutely blood-curdling." "Not really," Vitus interjected calmly, causing the tourists to turn towards him with curiosity. "They all turned out to be fakes." The tourists gasp and talk amongst themselves

"Yep." Vitus spoke with a smile on his face "Captain Cutler was just some guy who was hijacking boats. Miner '49er's real name was Hank. Charlie belonged to Mr. Jenkins, who thought it would be easier to run an amusement park with a crazy robot. And Space Kook? Oh, don't get me started! Ooh!"

Angie and Dale Dinkley, Vitus's parents, cover his mouth "Thank you, Vitus. Well, that concludes the terror-ific tour." Dale stated. "Don't forget to stop in at the haunted snack shop for souvenirs and your complimentary undead sipper cup." Angie encouraged.

As the tourists ran off Angie chided Him "What do you think you were doing" "Are you trying to destroy our business" complained his Dad exasperated Vitus said, "I was just being honest." " Those were isolated incidents in Crystal Cove's otherwise-unblemished supernatural past of hauntings and paranormal happenings." said Dad "That's Your generation's belief, not mine. In my generation, we only got one thing on our minds"

In Jones Mansion. Fred is tying his ascot while looking in the mirror and Y/n is sitting on the bed.

"Solving mysteries and building traps," Fred replied, his voice tinged with happiness. "That's two things." Mayor Jones annoyed, "You know what I mean, Dad. We all just want answers. Is that wrong?" "We're helping people Dad what's wrong with that?" Y/n said trying to defend her brother.

"Fred Y/n. The Mayor's kids are supposed to set an example." Fred, feeling misunderstood, sighed. "I'm trying, Dad. Just yesterday, I entered one of my traps in the district science fair. And while it didn't exactly fit the scientific criteria"

Mayor Jones placed a hand on their shoulders "I just don't want you kids to make a mistake you'll regret."

"You mean like making a bad trap?" Fred spoke confused "No! Life is not all about traps. It's also about...

At Rogers Mansion. Shaggy and Scooby have a giant stack of pancakes they are putting things on.

"Pancakes. And bacon." Scoob said "And sausages, and orange juice." Shaggy continued They took turns feeding each other. Paula Rogers chimed in, her voice filled with concern. "Don't forget to chew," she reminded her son.

Colton Rogers added, "And breathe."

Shaggy, his mouth full, replied, "Mmm. Thanks, Mom and Dad."

Scooby mimicked his sentiment, "Yeah. Thanks, Mom and Dad."

Paula crossed her arms, Colton's brows furrowing. "Your mother and I are worried about this mystery phase you're going through. We're not saying find new friends, we're..."

Paula finished his sentence, "Yes, we are. Find new friends

"Oh, you guys have got nothing to worry about, man. Me and Scooby always play it safe. If there's danger," Shaggy said nonchalantly "We run fast. Really fast." Scooby reassured "And as for our friends, if you guys just gave them a chance, you'd see"

In Blake Mansion. Daphne is sitting with her parents, Nan and Barty Blake.

"The gang is misunderstood. We're just solving mysteries. All the kids are doing it." Damien objected "No, they're not." Nan and Barty snapped

"And what about this Fred Jones? Certainly, there must be other boys." Nan Stated annoyed "Not like Fred. He's, like, one of those geniuses that no one understands until they're dead. He sees things differently, and he wants to catch those different things in his traps." cooed Damien

"Honey, we just want you to go on to have a rich career, like your sisters." Barty points at Daphne's sisters standing by Daisy, Dawn, Dorothy, and Delilah.

They heard a honk and Damien looked outside "Oh, that's Fred and the gang. Gotta go. I don't wanna be late for school! Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Bye, Daisy! Bye, Dawn! Bye, Dorothy! Bye, Delilah!"

In The sewers. Three workers are using jackhammers, except for 1 worker, who was unabashedly slurping a strange green slush from a cup.

Deep beneath the streets of Crystal Cove, three sewer workers were going about their usual maintenance routine. The air was damp and musty, filled with the echoes of dripping water and their footsteps.

"Hey, you sure you guys don't want any of this Fruitmeir's smoothie?" Worker 1 called out to his colleagues, his voice bouncing off the curved walls. "Oh, it's delic-" His words were cut short by a sudden yelp as he unexpectedly stumbled through what should have been a solid wall.

The dust settled around him as he picked himself up, bewildered. "What the whozit? Which one of you broke that wall?" he demanded, looking accusingly at his fellow workers.

Worker 2 held up his hands defensively. "Wha- we barely touched it."

As the trio peered into the darkness beyond the crumbled wall, Worker 3 ventured a guess. "Is that another sewer?"

"Impossible!" Worker 1 scoffed. "There's only one sewer, and we're in it- unless..."

Worker 2's eyes widened with excitement. "...We've broken into another dimension?"

Rolling his eyes, Worker 1 retorted, "No, idiot. We've busted through to one of the old Crystal Cove caves."

Curiosity piqued, and the workers ventured into the newly discovered cavern. Their flashlights cut through the gloom, revealing a sight that made them pause - a stack of barrels, oozing an eerie green substance.

Worker 2, ever the bold one, approached a barrel and attempted to twist off its lid. When it wouldn't budge, he knocked on it twice. To everyone's surprise, the barrel shifted slightly.

"Huh? I think there's something in there," Worker 2 said, his voice tinged with both excitement and apprehension. "What should we do?"

Worker 1, seemingly oblivious to potential danger, pointed out the obvious. "Well, it's pretty clear, isn't it? Those are radioactive symbols- meaning whatever's inside is dangerous." Then, in a moment of questionable judgment, he added, "Meaning we need to open it right away. We don't want whatever's in there to mess up our schedule."

With a sense of foreboding, Worker 1 held up his flashlight while the other two pried open a container with crowbars. The metal groaned as it gave way, and Worker 2 leaned in for a closer look.

"Hey, I think I see someth--" His words transformed into a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the chamber.

In the confined space of the cave, growls and screams reverberated, leaving the fate of the workers unknown. Whatever they had unleashed in their careless haste was now free, promising to bring chaos to the unsuspecting town of Crystal Cove above.

The Mystery Machine rolled down the road, its vibrant paint job catching the sun. Fred and Damien occupied the front seats, with Fred at the wheel. Scooby's head hung out the passenger window, tongue flapping in the breeze. In the back, Vitus, Shaggy, and Y/n sat comfortably

The Mystery Machine rolled down the street, its occupants unaware of the chaos about to unfold. Inside, Vitus turned to Shaggy, his brow furrowed in concern. Y/n on her phone turned away from Vitus and Shaggy.

"Why didn't you text me last night? I waited up for you," Vitus asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Shaggy swallowed his mouthful of food nervously. "Um, like, me and Scoob ordered a pizza, and then we just fell asleep watching a Vincent Van Ghoul movie."

"Okay, apology accepted," Vitus said, his expression softening. He playfully walked his fingers up Shaggy's chest. "But I still missed you..."

Suddenly, Vitus grabbed Shaggy's shirt, pulling him close with puckered lips. Shaggy made a sound of confusion and discomfort, gently removing Vitus's hands.

"Not here, Vitus-- not in public, what if Y/n see" Shaggy pleaded.

"Why? Damien, Fred, and Y/n are going to find out sooner or later," Vitus countered.

"I'm not worried about them!" Shaggy explained. "It's Scooby-Doo; he's my best friend. I wanna break it to him, like, gently. I'm just waiting for the right time!"

"How about now - hey, Scoob-" Vitus began, but was abruptly cut off.

A manhole cover suddenly rocketed into the air, followed by billowing green gas. Fred slammed on the brakes as everyone shrieked. The projectile narrowly missed the van, embedding itself in the pavement. Y/n jumped into Vitus's arms scarred.

A fierce growl echoed through the air as it thickened with green mist. A shadowy figure emerged from the sewers, growling viciously. Damien screamed, diving across Scooby to roll up the window just as the creature's hand slammed against it.

The beast, with glowing green claws, suddenly shot out a radioactive-looking substance. It grabbed the Mystery Machine, shaking it violently as everyone screamed in terror. Then, as quickly as it attacked, the creature dropped the van and stalked off, disappearing into the shadows.

"Like, what was that?!" Shaggy whimpered, his voice quavering.

Fred, his eyes wide with excitement, declared, "It looks like a mystery to me, and I think that's just a little more important than school!"

The gang sat in stunned silence, their hearts racing as they tried to process what had just happened. Another adventure had found them, whether they were ready for it or not.

The gang cautiously made their way through the damp, musty tunnel that connected the sewer to the old Crystal Cove caves. Fred led the way, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness, revealing glistening walls and uneven ground.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew thicker, filled with an unfamiliar, acrid scent. The beam of Fred's flashlight suddenly caught something unusual, causing the group to pause.

There, not far ahead, stood three large barrels. They were coated in an eerie, green substance that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Each barrel bore a familiar yet ominous symbol - the trefoil warning of radioactive material.

Exchanging wary glances, the gang slowly approached the barrels. The green ooze dripped slowly down their sides, pooling on the cave floor. The sight was both fascinating and unsettling, prompting a mix of curiosity and caution among the friends as they drew nearer to investigate this strange discovery.

The gang crept through the dimly lit cave, their footsteps echoing off the damp walls. Vitus, ever the observant one, knelt to examine the Barrels scattered on the ground.

"These are military," he muttered, adjusting his glasses. "From the oxidation, probably 30, or 40, years old."

Damien, feeling adventurous, pulled out a second flashlight and ventured a few feet from the others. His beam of light caught something shiny lying on the object floor. He scooped it up, excitement building in his chest.

"Hey! Fred, I found something!" Damien called out, his voice bouncing off the cave walls. Y/n came over to see the strange object.

As she examined the magnifying glass-shaped object, "It looks like a locket" Y/n said her fingers accidentally pressed something on the side. It popped open, revealing a sepia-toned picture of a boy and girl inside. A tinny melody began to play, filling the eerie silence of the cave.

Fred hurried over, his eyes lighting up at the potential clue. "Could be important. Good work, Damien!"

"Thanks, Fred; you're so sweet--" Damien began, but when he looked up again, the blonde had already dashed off to investigate further. "It's okay...we can talk--later," he sighed to himself. y/n patted Damien on the back "he does appreciate you" Y/n got on her tippy toes and gave Damien a quick kiss on his cheek.

Meanwhile, Scooby sniffed around curiously, while Shaggy picked up one of the discarded worker's hard hats. Suddenly, an unsettling dripping sound reached their ears. Fred swung his flashlight upward, illuminating a horrifying sight: three workers, mummified and cocooned to the cave ceiling by sickly green slime.

Scooby's terrified howl echoed through the cavern, sending shivers down everyone's spines. The mystery had just taken a dark and dangerous turn.

Outside the sewer opening, the Crystal Cove Police Officers quickly cordoned off the area with yellow tape. Paramedics hurried forward with stretchers, their movements careful and deliberate as they approached the victims. The workers, still encased in the mysterious green substance, were gently loaded into the waiting ambulance.

The gang stood nervously at the edge of the crime scene, watching as Sheriff Stone approached with a scowl on his face.

"All right, you see what happens when you kids stick your noses where they don't belong? People get cocooned!" the Sheriff bellowed, his mustache bristling with irritation.

Shaggy raised his hands defensively. "Like, man, we found them like that."

Damien stepped forward, trying to explain. "Sheriff, there was a monster-"

"Quiet," Sheriff Stone cut him off. "From this point forward, this is a crime scene and future tourist attraction. Stay out of it." Y/n looked at Sheriff Stone like he was crazy "You not seriously going to make it a tourist attraction for all we know that monster has killed three people"

Vitus rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "I got his 'stay out of it' right here."

Fred, ever the leader, attempted to take control of the situation. "Let me talk to him," he said confidently.

Damien nodded, relief washing over his face. "Don't worry. Fred will make him understand." Damien pulled Y/n into his arms she sighed cuddling into Damien "Let's hope so" Y/n said worriedly

But to everyone's surprise, Fred had other plans. While the others were distracted, he managed to steal one of the cocooned bodies. He quickly made his way to where Shaggy and Scooby were waiting by the Mystery Machine.

"Shaggy, start the car," Fred commanded, his voice low and urgent.

Shaggy's eyes widened in confusion. "Wait. I thought you were going to talk to him."

Fred shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "He wasn't in a listening mood."

Vitus jogged up to them, an impressed smirk on his face. "So you stole a body? Rockin'."

Without further discussion, Fred heaved the cocooned body into the back of the Mystery Machine's. The gang exchanged looks of excitement and trepidation, knowing their investigation had just taken a turn into dangerous territory. As they piled into the van, the sound of Sheriff Stone's angry shouts faded into the distance, drowned out by the roar of the Mystery Machine's engine.

" So what do you plan to do now Captain" y/n said to Fred. " Don't worry Sis. I know just who can help us."

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the stuffy classroom of Crystal Cove High School. Professor Emmanuel Raffalo stood at the front, his back to the sea of disinterested faces as he scrawled "photosynthesis" across the blackboard in neat, looping handwriting. The chalk squeaked occasionally

Professor Raffalo surveyed his class with waning hope. "All right. Who can tell me what photosynthesis is?" he asked. A flurry of hands shot up, but before he could call on anyone, he added wearily, "And please don't say 'plant farts.'" The hands dropped just as quickly as they'd risen.

Suddenly, the classroom door burst open. Fred, Vitus, Damien, and Shaggy stumbled in, lugging a bizarre, cocoon-wrapped figure. "Professor Raffalo?" Fred panted. "We need your help."

Chaos erupted as students fled the room, their screams echoing down the hallway. Raffalo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Couldn't you kids have waited for break?"

Ignoring the commotion, the gang laid out their strange cargo. Raffalo, his curiosity piqued despite his exasperation, pulled out a stethoscope and began to examine the cocooned body.

Shaggy gulped nervously. "Is he...?" Y/n continued " he's still alive right?"

"yes," Ruffalo assured her. "He's alive. But he appears to be in some sort of dehydrated stasis. I don't quite know what that means, but I'm guessing it's temporary."

As the group huddled around the mysterious figure, Scooby-Doo wandered off, his nose leading him to an enclosure box housing a squirrel. His eyes lit up at the sight of a small bowl. "Mmm. Scooby Snacks," he mumbled, reaching in to snatch the treats. The squirrel, enraged at the theft, let out a piercing screech.

Back at the examination, Damien pressed for answers. "Do you know what could have done this?"

Raffalo frowned, deep in thought. "The cocoon material looks organic, but I'll need to do further tests."

Behind them, unnoticed, Scooby yelped as the angry squirrel launched itself at him in a flurry of fur and claws.

Raffalo suddenly looked up, suspicion dawning on his face. "The sheriff okayed this?"

Fred's laugh was a touch too high-pitched as he hurriedly ushered the group towards the door. "Uh, of course, he did. What, do you think we stole a body? That's-- that's rich. Ha ha."

As they filed out, leaving a bewildered Raffalo behind, Scooby stumbled after them, his fur ruffled and his dignity in tatters from his squirrel encounter.

The gang found themselves in the cheerful, pastel-colored interior of Fruitmeir's, the latest sensation in Crystal Cove. The air was thick with the sweet scent of desserts and the rubbery aroma of balloons. Franklin Fruitmeir, the eccentric owner, his fingers deftly twisting colorful balloons into shapes.

"Welcome, everyone, to Fruitmeir's," he called out with infectious enthusiasm. "Remember, it's not ice cream. It's not yogurt. Would anyone like a shrimping boat made out of circus balloons?"

Vitus furrowed his brow, staring skeptically at the green concoction in his cup. "I don't get it. All this fuss over-- What is this stuff again?"

Before anyone could answer, Shaggy and Scooby bounded over, a tray piled high with mounds of the mysterious green dessert balanced precariously between them.

"You heard Franklin Fruitmeir," Shaggy said with a grin. "It's a secret! That's why they call it--"

"Fruitmeir's!" Scooby and Shaggy chorused, before diving face-first into their treats.

Y/n spoons some of her Fruitmeir's dessert "Here have some of mine Vitus" You spoon-feed Vitus some of your dessert then clean the right side of his face that had a bit of Fruitmeir's dessert on it.

The sound of their enthusiastic slurping and smacking filled the air, drawing amused and slightly disgusted looks from the other patrons. The rest of the gang watched in a mix of fascination and horror as their friends devoured the green soft-serve with gusto, leaving them to wonder just what made Fruitmeir's so irresistible – and whether they wanted to know the secret ingredient after all. Has the gang left Fruitmeir

Fred's eyes lit up with excitement as he pondered their latest mystery. "Hey, you know, if that cocoon does turn out to be organic, we might have a real honest-to-goodness monster in Crystal Cove."

Vitus, ever the analytical one, chimed in, "My guess? The cocoon is a multicelled mutation, probably a result of radiated allotropes and free radical implosion." He turned to Shaggy, a hint of affection in his voice. "What do you think, Shaggy?"

Shaggy, oblivious to Vitus's tone, grinned sheepishly. "Uhh, I think I want more Fruitmeir's!"

"Yeah, me, too!" Scooby chortled, and the duo darted back into the restaurant.

Damien, noticing the interaction, approached Vitus curiously. "Vitus, is there something going on between you and Shaggy?"

Vitus's face flushed as he quickly denied it. "No. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why would anything ever be going on between me and Shaggy?" He stormed off, arms crossed defensively. " I should go after him and make sure that everything is all right; meet you back at the house Big Bro later Damien" Y/n chases after Vitus but not before hugging Fred goodbye and Damien a quick kiss on the cheek.

Fred and Damien exchanged knowing glances before Damien seized the moment. "Well, looks like it's just us, all alone," he said, leading Fred towards the Mystery Machine. "Maybe we could go for a drive, talk about that pretty locket I found. Wonder what it would be like to get such a romantic present."

Fred, however, remained oblivious to Damien's hints. "Oh, come on, Damien. You know you don't care about that romantic stuff. That's why we're such good friends. I'll drop you at home. I want to get started on a new trap for the monster."

Damien's shoulders slumped as he climbed into the van. "OK. Good luck with that," he sighed, disappointment evident in his voice.

As Fred started the engine and pulled away, a menacing snarl echoed in the distance. Deep in the sewers below, a pair of glowing pink eyes pierced the darkness, hinting at the danger that lurked beneath Crystal Cove's streets.

The clock ticked steadily in the empty halls of Crystal Cove High School as night settled in. Inside his classroom, Professor Raffalo leaned over his microscope, engrossed in studying the enigmatic cocooned body. The silence was broken only by the occasional scratch of his pen and the soft whir of scientific equipment.

Suddenly, a faint squishing noise caught his attention. Raffalo's head jerked up, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Huh? Someone there?" he called out, his voice echoing in the stillness.

A menacing shadow crept across the frosted glass of the classroom door. Raffalo's heart raced as he cautiously approached, peering out into the dimly lit hallway. To his relief, it was just the janitor, methodically mopping the floors. The janitor looked up and offered a friendly wave, which Raffalo returned with a nervous chuckle before retreating to his classroom.

Moments later, a blood-curdling scream shattered the quiet night. The janitor dropped his mop with a clatter and sprinted toward the source of the sound, his footsteps thundering through the empty corridor. He burst through the classroom door, ready to help, only to find... nothing.

The room was eerily empty. Both Professor Raffalo and the mysterious cocooned body had vanished without a trace. Confused and unsettled, the janitor scanned the room, searching for any clue to explain the sudden disappearance. Finding nothing amiss, he shook his head in bewilderment and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

As the janitor's footsteps faded down the hallway, the camera slowly panned upward, revealing a chilling sight. There, adhered to the ceiling, was Professor Raffalo, now encased in the same viscous, green cocoon as the body he had been studying. His eyes were wide with terror, frozen in a silent scream.

The cramped studio of K-Ghoul radio station hummed with energy as Angel Dynamite leaned into her microphone, her rich voice filling the airwaves of Crystal Cove. The glow of various dials and meters cast a warm light across her face, highlighting her vibrant expression.

As the last chords of "Zombie Housewife Blues" by The Rotten Brains faded out, Angel smoothly transitioned into her next segment. Her fingers danced across the control board, adjusting levels with practiced ease.

"Mmm, yeah, Crystal Cove," she purred into the mic, her voice a perfect blend of smooth and edgy. "That was The Rotten Brains with their single 'Zombie Housewife Blues.'"

She paused for dramatic effect, letting the title sink in for her listeners. Then, with a smile that could be heard through the airwaves, she continued, "I'm Angel Dynamite, and you're listening to K-Ghoul. 101.4 on your A.M. dial."

Outside the K-Ghoul radio station, Scooby, Vitus, Shaggy, and Damien arrived, their faces etched with concern. Shaggy rapped his knuckles against the door, drawing Angel Dynamite's attention.

"I was wondering when y'all was going to show up," Angel said, ushering them inside. "They're in the back."

The group followed Angel to the station lounge, where they found Fred curled up asleep holding on to y/n for dear life. Damien approached him gently. "How's he doing Y/n." "Not good," Y/n said worriedly.

Scooby, ever the helper, woke Fred with a friendly lick to his perfectly coiffed hair. Fred stirred, his eyes heavy with guilt. "It's no use, gang. I was the one who stole the body, and Professor Raffalo paid the price. I should have listened to my dad and stayed out of any new mysteries."

Vitus stepped forward, his voice firm but kind. "We all helped steal

the body, Fred."

Shaggy opened his mouth to object, but a swift elbow from Vitus silenced him. "Ow! OK, fine. Yes. We all took part, Freddy."

Damien knelt beside Fred, his eyes blazing with determination. "Fred Jones, you've never backed away from a mystery in your life."

As the conversation unfolded, Vitus produced a sample of the cocoon, only for Scooby to eagerly devour it, mistaking it for Fruitmeir's dessert. This sparked a revelation from Shaggy, leading the gang to realize the connection between the cocoon and Fruitmeir's mysterious treat.

Energized by this new lead, Fred snapped back to his old self. "What do we know about Franklin Fruitmeir?" he asked, his leadership skills kicking into gear.

The group huddled around a computer, digging up information on the enigmatic Fruitmeir. Vitus's eyes scanned the screen rapidly. "Franklin Fruitmeir showed up in town out of nowhere 2 months ago. Before that, nothing. He's hiring right now for female servers."

Fred's eyes lit up with the spark of a plan. "Then that's our in."

Shaggy, catching on quickly, added, "If the Y/n can get jobs at Fruitmeir's, they can snoop around and find out more."

"Great idea, Shag," Fred nodded approvingly, the wheels of his mind already turning with trap designs and mystery-solving strategies.

As the gang began to flesh out their plan, a sense of excitement filled the room. The mystery of Crystal Cove's slime mutant was far from over, and they were determined to get to the bottom of it – one scoop of Fruitmeir's at a time.

The streets of Crystal Cove were quiet in the early evening light, save for the sound of high heels clacking awkwardly on the sidewalk. Shaggy and Scooby, both dressed in ill-fitting waitress uniforms, stumbled along, clearly uncomfortable in their new attire.

Shaggy tugged at the hem of his skirt, his face a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "Um," he giggled nervously, his voice higher than usual. "Like, uh, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." He glanced over at Vitus and Damien, who were watching with barely concealed amusement. "Why are Scooby-Doo and I dressed like girls, when Y/n is a girl?"

Beside him, Scooby waddled uncomfortably, his tail poking out from beneath a frilly skirt. "Yeah," he whined, attempting to adjust his outfit. "My skirt's too tight."

Fred, standing nearby with his arms crossed, spoke up firmly. "I'm not sending my sister in alone." His protective instincts were clearly on high alert, despite the comical sight before him.

As night fell on Fruitmeir's, Shaggy and Scooby, still awkwardly dressed as waitresses, helped Franklin Fruitmeir close up shop.

"Good night, ladies," Fruitmeir called in a singsong voice as he left. "Don't forget to lock up!"

"Good night, Mr. Fruitmeir," Shaggy and Scooby replied in comically high-pitched voices.

Once Fruitmeir was out of sight, Vitus, Fred, and Damien snuck into the restaurant. Fred took charge immediately. "All right, gang. Fan out. See if you can find anything that will tie Franklin Fruitmeir to the slime mutant."

The group split up, searching every nook and cranny. Fred peered into empty cupboards, while Vitus discovered a box of balloons in a drawer. Damien jiggled the storage room's doorknob, muttering, "Hmm. Must be a key around here somewhere." "I saw the key earlier let me go get it," Y/n told Damien.

Meanwhile, Scooby and Shaggy, unable to resist temptation, emerged from a display freezer, their mouths full of green dessert. "All clear," Scooby announced, and the pair waddled towards the storage room. In a stroke of luck, Scooby managed to pick the lock with his claw. As Shaggy swung the door open, they came face-to-face with the terrifying slime mutant. Their screams echoed through the shop as they fled.

Damien and Y/n, arriving with the keys, were puzzled to find the door already open. "That's strange. This closet was locked a minute ago." Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them. "Hey! What gives? somebody, help! Let me out!"

Outside, Fred and Vitus struggled to open the door. When they finally succeeded, Shaggy and Scooby came barreling out, crashing into Damien and Y/n.

"Are you two insane?" Vitus exclaimed.

"Mo-mo-monster! Like, right behind us!" Shaggy stammered.

Fred looked skeptical. "Monster? There's no monster."

Suddenly, Vitus realized someone was missing. "Jinkies. Where's Damien and Y/n?"

The group called out, searching. "Y/n! Damien?"

"Here! We're down here! I'm OK, but Y/n hit her head pretty hard" Damien's voice echoed from below. The gang rushed to find him, discovering he had fallen into the Crystal Cove caves. Damien is holding Y/n in his lap who was passed out.

"But you better get down here," Damien added excitedly. "I think I found something."

The scene in Fruitmeir's was now a mix of tension and anticipation. Fred, Vitus and, Shaggy clumied through the hole that Damien and Y/n fell through. Under Frutimeir's were the Crystal Cove caves.

"Guys check this out" Damien now carrying Y/n in his arms pointed up to a hole "It looks like someone has been digging" Vitus whips out his GPS "According to the GPS this is Crystal Cove Bank"

"But why would a slime monster bust a hole in Fruitmier to get to the bank" Shaggy questioned confused. "Maybe it's hungry" Scooby responded "Yeah hungry for money," Fred said. Vitus smiled "I smell a trap coming on." "What happened?" Y/n asked sounding confused and tried " You hit your head baby but don't worry your Big brother get a plan," Fred said confidently

In the dark, wet, and, dirty caves, The Slime Monster was walking around when Fred came up yelling "Hey ugly over here" The monster turned around and started shooting slime at Fred when Vitus called "No stupid over here" "Wrong again over here" Damien called out make the slime monster chases him. The others were setting up Fred's elaborate trap when Damien came running up but that's when the slime monster caught him in and Fred taped got them instead of the monster.

Damien and Y/n look over at everyone trapped in the cage but when they turn their heads back around there is the monster. The monster chases them back up to the hole through Fruitmeir's and to the door but the monster traps them. Damien and you crawl underneath its legs and try to run away but it shoots the sticky Fruitmeir's dessert trapping their feet Damian leans over Y/n trying to protect her.

But the gang sown up and Shoot more of Fruitmeir's desserts at the monster trapping it to the wall behind Damien and Y/n. That's when they looked over and saw everyone they had come to save them " Fredie you came to save me" damien ran up to fred holding on to is arm "not now Damien I need to find out why my trap didn't work" Fred turn away form Damien walking away when Shaiff Stone and Mayor Jones walked in " What in tarnation is going on here" said the Sheriff "Why is the town's newest tourist attraction Cocooned to the wall Fred Y/n" mayor Jones disappointedly said "Dad you don't understand thats not a monster" Fred sayed trying to calm down his dad " Oh talking clams Fred then who is it" then everyone says at the same time Franklin Fruitmeir" "That's impossible" says the sheriff "Franklin Fruitmeir is the one who called us about the break-in" "what?" again said everyone at the same time that when Fran Fruitmeir walked in " I was at my house when the silent alarm went off what's going on and who is that monster" "if the monster isn't Franklin Fruitmeir than who is it" Shaggy asked confused that when Scobby took off the monsters mask to reveal " Professor Raffalo?" the mystery gang questioned "but why Professor?" Y/n asked

"That's right I was trying to scare people away from the sewers I dug my way into the bank so I could get rich But you already have a job as a teacher why do you need more money" "he has a job as a teacher," Y/n said looking to the other has that says it all "I discovered that the Crystal Cove caves and the sewers were connected by accident when collecting spores for my class and when I discovered that the case went right underneath the bank that's when I put my plan into actionFruitmeyers gave me secret access to the sewers and that's why I decided to frame Mr balloon Boy by using his disgusting dessert I also stage my disappearance to throw off Amy hint of my involvement And it would have worked too if it weren't for you you" interrupted by Sheriff "meddling" "yes meddling kids didn't get in my way"

"what about this locket that we found near your digging," Damien asked "I've never seen that thing before," he said very rudely

"Well I guess we own you kids thanks but you lost the town a serious dream of revenue," Sheriff said sounding angry

At the K-Ghoul station, some funky music was playing and the gang was hanging out Damien and Y/n are sitting on the Couch with Y/n curled up on his lap. Vitus was looking for some more records. Angel and Fred were watching Scooby and Shaggy dance. "What's that matter Dam you asked Concerned "I just don't get it if this locket didn't belong to Professor Raffalo then who?" when Shaggy answered the calling machine " Like K-Ghoul 101.4 what can we scare up for you, Daddy-O" when a disguised voice mysteriously said "You're all doomed" "Like uh who-who is this" Shaggy responded nervously "you can call me Mr.E you should never have brought that locket out of the cave you don't know what you've uncovered" "Uncovered, uncovered what?" Damien asked "A truth that should have remained hidden; the truth behind the curse of Crystal Cove the real mystery has just begun" "Scobby Dooby Doo"

A/N holy shit this is 6359 words that's insane. So how was the first episode should I make Vitus, Damien, and Y/n get together by the first or second season this has taken me three days to write, and two of them were my days off from work. Let me know what you think in the comments.

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