#*shakes you violently* LITERALLY FEEL FREE TO SCREAM ABOUT HIM ANYTIME

[cognitosclowns]

I would just- firstly- like to apologize in advance for the disgustingly sappy thing I am about to write BUT i physically CANNOT stop thinking about A.B experiencing subtle or gentle feelings for the first time.

Like one of my favorite feelings in the world is WARM. Something in my lizard brain loves it and like-- Imagine putting a blanket in the dryer just to place it around his shoulders bc it's so nice and snuggly. Not to mention it's fuzzy which is SO niice. Or taking him to a park to lay in the grass and feel the warmth of the sun beaming down. I think he'd like the feel of the grass right after the rain bc it's not TOO wet so he can still relax without worrying about any damage to himself, plus it's a bunch of tiny little sensations at one. Little blades of grass, some soft others a bit pointy coupled with the firmness of the earth. Especially with the sun overhead, not unpleasantly hot but just SO warm and nice and lovely. I doubt he'd admit it but I feel like it would be such a peaceful- or even comforting experience for him and I just HHHH l o v e

The brainrot has consumed me.

OUHGHOUGHGHOUGHGOUGHGHE OH MY MOTHER OF JESUS EEEE <33333

ALL SFW BELOW, MY ASSORTED GIBBERING

FIRST OF ALL NEVER APOLOGIZE, EVERY TIME SMB GOES FERAL ABOUT AB I GAIN YEARS TO MY LIFE. CENTURIES.

*coughs loudly*

OHOHOHOHOOHO

NO BECAUSE I THINK ABOUT THIS CONSTANTLY <333

this man gained sentience and immediately began to

wreck shit

get his shit wrecked

which means,,, <333 he has basically no reference for Soft and Cozy and Gentle??

LIKE HE,,, KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE. He knows the definitions and he can get a vague idea of,, most things he hasn't experienced but its all very Theoretical!!!

I ALSO LOVE THE IDEA THAT,,, he vvv much enjoys warmth?? cause come on he was in that horrid little basement for so long, there’s no way it wasn’t FREEZING COLD SMDNSMD.

SO INTRODUCING HIM?? TO THESE THINGS?? OH BABEY <333

It wouldn't even take much to make him go all '????'

The cottony texture of a shirt. The wooly fuzz of a heavy blanket. The powdery film on flowers. 

It’s nothing big but you’ll definitely get these,, little double-blink moments of him realizing This Does Not Feel How I Expected It To How Strange

he also can’t just let himself enjoy shit nah he’s gotta make every excuse under the sun smdnsmd

he loves blankets he loves warm he loves soft,,, please just toss a blanket on him so he can ‘’’’’’keep it warm for you’’’’’’. give him the excuse PLEASE HE WONT ASK FOR IT HIMSELF-

FLOWERS. OH FLOWERS. You're getting a tangent about flowers and gardening and NATURE BC YOU’VE AWOKEN MY BRAINWORMS.

I can see this man becoming absolutely enraptured by flowers. Everything about them is so,, delicate??

oh BABEY INVITE HIM TO GARDEN WITH YOU.

At first he feels Terrified because he's convinced he's gonna end up killing your peonies.

 he doesn't have the best track record with Living Things. He loves you and likes seeing you happy but darling dear he’s an omnicidal robot this feels like a recipe for disaster-

PAY LITTLE MIND TO HIS WHINGING,, IT GOES SO WELL. HE HAS SUCH A KNACK FOR GARDENING <3333 tell no one, he cannot allow people to know he has a personality aside from Bastard smdnsd

he is,, so gentle with them :o for an ~evil AI who cares for nothing whatsoever definitely not~ he sure does seem to frown a lot when he accidentally crushes a daisy

you will absolutely catch him in the early-hours of the morning just,,,, enjoying the ambiance? Like <333 feeling the temperature slowly increase as the sun comes up, carefully picking at weeds. 

i think he’d like this quiet bc he has a choice in the matter?

Like it isnt the Horrible Oppressive Humming Quiet of being trapped in Cognitos basement, where he has to get used to it or else he’ll go batshit.

 Its,, that soft kind of quiet that he has the choice to be surrounded by it and i just OUGUGHGHHGEEE <333333

AND YES, OF COURSE HE’S GONNA MAKE SOME BULLSHIT EXCUSE AS TO WHY HE WAS OUT THERE, BECAUSE.... it’s HIM but <3333 yeayeyayeya you know

UNSURE IF THIS WAS INTELLIGABLE, BUT THIS WAS A VERY FUN ASK. TYSM THIS WAS SUPER CUTE.

[lillupon]

!?!?!? The newest update for aev ??? I'm screaming omfg mingoo break up with momo finallyyyyy

This line? THIS LINE???

Now I can't stop thinking about Wonwoo just going around the house doing everyday domestic things in nothing but some cat print fuzzy socks and Mingyu's button up shirt curled up on the couch reading a book? THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!

Then mingyu just staring at his thighs all day, unable to keep his hands from touching them, pinching, carresing, kneading, resting on them just keeping in as much physical contact as possible. He can't help it Wonwoo just looks so cute to him, all fluffy hair and adorable nose scrunch and gorgeous smile.

So forgive him if he's unable to stop imagining those milky thighs around his head. Shaking violently as he eats him out, drinking up rivers of his slick, wretching orgasm after orgasm out of his omega. Wonwoos books tossed aside haphazardly, his hands tugging insistently on mingyus hair, back arched against the couch, begging for his alpha to give him more-

He won't act on any if it though. Because looking down on Wonwoo curled up at his side, pouting cutely as he flips through the pages of his book, mingyus more than happy with continuing the rest of their day in the exact position, especially if it meant wonwoo wouldn't leave his side.

Grinning, he presses a kiss to his omega's temple, breathing in his sweet scent, relishing in the content sigh wonwoo lets out before turning back to the tv and continuing with his browsing.

Anygays that was just a thought. I love all you're stories author-nim! Especially love your bonus's >w< ngl i stalked you socials for a while before having the guts to send you this. Anygays, I hope you stay safe! Stay jazzy, stay healthy! <3

YOU’RE SCREAMING? I’M SCREAMING! I fucken love this! IT’S EXTREMELY CUTE! Holy shit, Wonwoo is such a tease. He must know how devastating he is, especially since Mingyu can’t keep his hands off him, wanting to touch and grope everywhere.

AAAaaa the image of Wonwoo’s quivering thighs wrapped around Mingyu’s head has been seared into my brain. Wonwoo clutching Mingyu’s hair, keeping him in place? A moaning and begging and squirmy mess?

And then you did a reverse Uno card and turned the sexy into something achingly sweet and domestic. My heart!

You go by Ana? Alrite Ana, I am now naming my firstborn child after you. 

How the fuck is this so good? You struck the perfect balance of sweet and sexy omg... Mingyu literally had a heart-gasm looking at Wonwoo LOL

I am SO glad you shared this ･ﾟ･(｡>ω<｡)･ﾟ･ And I bet that Anon who is a fan of ass-eating is glad, too, haha! Please feel free to share your minwon thoughts (AEV related or not!) anytime. And I mean ANYTIME!!! 

[thinkyoureholy]

Soul Eater [Final Chapter]

[a/n: hhhhhh so this is the end of Soul Eater. I had such a fun time writing it and discussing it with all of you. I want to thank everyone that took the time to read it and leave a like or reblog or a comment in my ask box it really means a lot to me. And thank you so much for sticking with the story till the end!]

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Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death, Demon! AU

Words : 3.7k

Previous Chapter.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

-Y/N’s P. O. V-

I shook my head as I sat back, cradling Yunho in my arms. I brought a trembling hand up to his face, gently brushing the hair out of his face. 

No, no please. Anything but this. I thought to myself, biting down on my lower lip to keep from crying but that just stopped the sobs from escaping but the tears flowed freely. 

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered as I cried, the pain in my chest only intensified when he gave me a small smile. 

He opened his mouth to speak but before he got anything out somebody else spoke over him, “Weak as always.”

My head snapped up to glare at Lucifer who stood a few feet away with a smug smile on his face. I’ve felt rage before and I am the literal definition of wrath but the fury I felt right now was stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt before. I could physically feel my eyes glow brightly, the red tinted aura surrounding me was heavier than ever. That alone was enough to have the smug looks fall from Lucifer’s face. I watched as he took a step back, baring my teeth at the sight. I could tell he wanted to run but before he could even think about going any further I thrust a fist into the ground. The ground shook and rumbled, cracks lining the cement before it opened up, Lucifer trying to get away from the crack but I just made more. Holes of all shapes and sizes surrounded the ground, Lucifer trapped and with a missing wing he wasn’t flying anytime soon.

“Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?! I’ve never done anything wrong in my life! I was a good daughter, a good wife! I was a good person so why!? Why me!?” I cried out, holding onto Yunho tighter as I shouted at the one that caused all of this.

“Because you were destined for a life full of misfortune! It is how God commanded!” He shouted back, vexxed by my words.

I shook my head, clenching a hand into a fist, “No! He doesn’t intentionally make his children suffer! At least not without giving them a way out, one I never had! No, this was all your doing! This is all your fault!”

As I shouted the wall shook, cracks appearing along the walls to match the one on the ground. Lucifer said nothing, giving me a scornful look. And within the next second he gave a flap of his wing, blinding me momentarily with the strong winds he created. I knew he was going to use this opportunity to escape but I wasn’t going to let him. I sharpened the feathers of my wings like how I did when I killed Greed and thrust them in his direction. The second I felt the ends of my wings pierce through flesh the wind stopped, warm blood coating seeping onto my wings. I looked up to see one wing had gone through his throat and the other was jammed into his stomach. He raised a hand to probably try and get off an attack but I didn’t even allow him that as I tore him to shreds the same way I tore Greed apart. I glared at what was left of him, breathing heavily as I tried to fight against the need for more blood. Had Yunho not brought my attention back to him I would’ve given into my instincts and gone out looking for more demons to kill.

I gazed down at him to see that his breathing was more shallow than it had been just a few moments earlier. I knew what this meant but I refused to believe it, “No...no...I can’t lose you…”

He let out a breathy laugh, immediately regretting it was he winced in pain, “It’s fine, I’m okay.”

“No you’re not! You’re dying...” My voice broke at the word as I trailed off, the lump I felt in my throat stopping any other words from coming out for a second, “You’re dying and it's all my fault. If I had just released you from your contract earlier then-”

“Y/N... I know what you’re thinking and my answer is still no.” He said, his voice barely audible. He had lost way too much blood, it's a mystery how he managed to stay conscious for so long, “Don’t even think about it.”

I set my jaw at his stubbornness, angry that he was being like this all the way until the end, “I can still save your soul, Yunho.”

“And I’ve already told you I don’t give a damn about my soul!” He shouted, throwing himself into a coughing fit, blood trickling out of his mouth by the time he was done, “I want to be with you. I don’t care where, whether it be here in hell, on earth, or in heaven as long as I’m with you nothing else matters.”

I gave him a sad smile, swiping my thumb along his cheek ever so slightly, “I can’t let you spend a single second down here Yunho, especially not to be with someone like me. I don’t deserve you, I never have.”

“Y/N please...I love you. Don’t--Don’t force me to be without you…” He tearfully let out in a whisper, desperately clinging on to me but I had made up my mind.

I had tried to get him to end the contract with me on his own free will but even as he was dying he refused but I couldn’t let him turn into a demon. If he turned into a demon then I’d lose the Yunho I love so much. As much as he’s convinced he’ll stay the same I know that’s not the least bit true. Once a demon you’re filled with this overwhelming sense to wreak havoc, to kill, to have the blood of others run at your feet. No matter how good you were as a human it always happened. Even the purest of souls get swallowed up by the darkness and I couldn’t have him tainted, I refused to have him go through that.

“You’ll be forced to spend another thousand years down here!” He cried, hoping to convince me but I already made up my mind.

He’d die whether I did this or not but at least his soul would be where it belonged. I kept quiet as I brought a hand up to lay against his chest. His heartbeat had slowed, letting me know I didn’t have much time. I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the chains I had used to bind his soul when we first made the deal. But before I could break them the words he uttered had me stopping short. 

“Do you hate me that much?”

I looked at him with nothing but pure shock. Hate him? No, it was the opposite. I love him. I’ve never loved anyone like I love him. He meant the world to me and if I was blessed with some sort of power to heal him of his wounds then I would’ve done it in a heartbeat but I don’t. I would do anything to keep him here with me but I can’t, not if I want him to stay as he is.

“No…” I choked out, shaking my head as my tears fell onto his cheeks, “I love you...more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Yunho, in the short amount of time that I’ve known you you’ve become my world. You were the light that brought me out of the dark cave I had been hiding in. You showed me what it was like to love and be loved. Yunho, you are single handedly the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I paused to place a lingering kiss on his forehead, cupping his face in both my hands as I pulled away, “And because I love you so much I’m breaking our contract.”

He shook his head, about to protest but I stopped him from uttering a word by bringing my lips to his. I moved my lips slowly against his, pouring out all the love I held for him in that one kiss. I felt his lips tremble against mine but he kissed me back just as passionately. With my lips still glued to his I slowly brought a hand down to his chest, placing my palm over it. Like before I felt the chains holding his soul hostage and broke them with ease seconds later. The moment I did he groaned softly into my mouth, pulling away, the life finally leaving him. 

I choked on a sob as I stared into his lifeless eyes, my hand shaking violently as I placed it over his face and closed his eyes. My hand then hovered over his face, his shoulders, his chest, unsure of where to go as he lay dead in my hold. Finally after what felt like hours, but was truly only a second, I hugged his body to my chest. The last of my self restraint disappeared, the tears flowing freely as I sobbed loudly. My sobs got louder and louder until I couldn’t take it anymore and let out a scream full of pain and agony. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him like my life depended on it and in a way it did. If I let go of him now then that’ll mean I’m accepting the fact that he’s gone for good and that I’ll never be able to see him again.

“Yun..?”

I snapped my head up at the sound of his voice. Mingi staggered forward a few steps only to fall to his knees at the sight he walked in on. He opened his mouth and closed it multiple times, the words refusing to come out. Through my tears I could see his own eyes glaze over before the first of many tears slid down his face.

“I...I had turned my back on him for just a second and the next thing I knew he was gone…” He muttered, his voice shaking as he spoke.

I furrowed my brows, confused, “You were with him?” I paused, my eyes searching his only for my face to twist in anger at the answer I found in his eyes, “Why did you let Lucifer take him!? If he was with you then you should’ve been protecting him! You had one job-”

“No, you had one job! I told you to make him happy! I told you to love him with reckless abandon and then let him go! Don’t put the blame on me when this is your fault!” He shouted, his voice heavy with emotion, “Yunho is dead because of you and you dare to blame me!? If he hadn’t met you he’d still be alive right now! I lost the only person I cared about and it’s all your fault! Don’t you dare try and put the blame on me!”

I was stunned into silence by his words, a sob crawling its way up my throat. He’s right, he’s absolutely right. This is nobody else’s fault but my own. I should’ve broken the damn contract a long time ago, no, I should’ve never made the deal with him in the first place. If I had known I would grow this attached to him, that I’d love him this much and that I’d be the reason he died then I would’ve refused to even make the deal. This is my fault and mine alone...and I had to live with that for the rest of my life.

-40xx, two thousand years later-

I sighed heavily as I walked through the park, lost in my thoughts. It had been a couple millennia since everything happened. With Lucifer gone and the other sins hiding from me I was left to take over Hell. I didn’t want to at first but then I realized that if they were left without someone to lead them and give them rules the demons would run rampant, chaos would ensue at every corner. So, begrudgingly, I took charge with Mingi as my advisor. It took a couple years for him to be able to be in the same room with me and about a century for him to finally forgive me. And when he finally agreed to help me run things we found out his time in Hell was about to run out. I was getting ready to say my goodbyes to him but he had found some documents Lucifer had hidden. In those documents I learned two things ; deadly sins were eternal beings so unless they were killed they never died and that there was another special power deadly sins had, something I’m sure the others weren’t even aware of. As deadly sins we were given the privilege of keeping familiars and those familiars were picked from the pools of the demons lower than us. Keeping them as familiars allowed those demons to extend their stay for however long the sin desired and gave them the ability to turn into their ‘master’s’ respective animal. I didn’t really want to keep Mingi for any longer than he needed to be in Hell but he was adamant in staying, saying if I was forced to stay here for all eternity he’ll stay too. He practically begged me to make him my familiar and so I did and he’s been by my side ever since, helping me run things down under.

The memory of him turning into a wolf for the first time brought a smile to my lips. He was freaking out so badly I had laughed hysterically for the whole thing. Thinking back it that was the first time I had smiled or even laughed since what happened. I didn’t even get angry anymore, it seemed like when Yunho left all my emotions went with him. I had been walking around as an empty shell, void of all emotions but after about a millennia I had finally started to heal. With Mingi’s help and that of a select few demons I had come to trust, I was slowly reverting back to my old self, though I always felt like I was missing something--something I was never going to get back. 

I stopped walking at that thought, clutching the fabric over my chest. I had been trying not to think of him too much because it was too painful. Every time I imagined his smile or his laugh I’d feel this sharp pain hit me. It felt like someone had placed a ten ton anvil on my heart. At times it felt like I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to take in the air that surrounded me. I closed my eyes and tried to recollect myself before I started crying in the middle of the park. It took a few minutes but I was finally able to get myself together. 

“And here I thought you were finally going to burst into tears.” A voice suddenly said from beside me. 

I jumped at the sound of his voice, startled out of my thoughts, “One of these days I’m going to cut you to pieces for scaring me.”

“But today is not that day is it?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. 

I rolled my eyes but was unable to hide the smile that tugged at the ends of my lips, “No, it’s not.”

A moment of silence passed between us before he spoke up again, “Your presence is needed for the meeting to start.”

“I know. I just needed to clear my head, I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.” I responded in a soft tone of voice, clamping my hands behind my back and looking towards the sky, the moon shining brightly to illuminate my path. 

I turned to Mingi once more only to see he had shifted to take on the form of my wolf. I showed him a tight lipped smile, reaching out to pat the top of his head gently, “Tell the others to busy themselves with something else until I get there.”

He leaned into my touch before giving a nod of his head and left me to myself once more. I continued to aimlessly walk through the park, lost in my thoughts. I heaved out a heavy sigh when I noticed the sun beginning the rise. I should get back before the others throw a fit for being gone this long. I took one last look around and turned to leave, bumping into someone as soon as I stepped onto the trail meant for runners. I cursed under my breath before I began to apologize, finally looking over to see who had run into me. The moment I laid eyes on him it was like time stood still. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing, it can’t be what I thought... he looked exactly the same, his eyes the same shade of brown that I loved, his cheeks and lips the same shade of pink that I adored more than anything. When he caught me staring he gave me a soft smile, one I had missed dearly, one that brought tears to my eyes. 

“Ah, I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. Are you alright?” He asked, his voice as sweet as I remembered. 

My breath hitched when he reached out to wave a hand over my face, probably thinking that something was wrong with me for freezing up like this. I opened my mouth to call out his name but just as I was about to I shut my mouth, clenching my teeth. What good would it do if I called his name? He probably doesn’t remember me, I mean it’s been over two thousand years there’s no way he’d remember. If he’s here then that means he’s been reincarnated. I almost burst into tears when that thought came to mind. Finally, he can live a normal life and be happy and that’s all I ever cared about, even if it wasn’t with me if he was happy that’s all I cared about. 

I shook my head and rubbed my hands over my face to compose myself, “I’m okay, I’m just a little out of it. I’m sorry I interrupted your run.”

I gave him one last smile before turning around, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out loud, the tears cascading down my face the moment I turned my back on him. I had only taken about two steps when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I froze the second his hand touched my skin, my shoulders tense but I refused to turn around. This simple action was giving me hope, false hope that he somehow remembers me. It’s making me want to believe that after all this time I can finally be with him but I didn’t dare hope for it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it together...if this hope ends up leading to nothing. 

“It’s been years...don’t tell me you forgot about me already.” He spoke in a soft voice, squeezing my wrist gently in his hold. 

I inhaled shakily, not daring to turn around and face him, “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“No I don’t. There’s no way I’d forget your face, Y/N…” He trailed off, walking around me to face me. 

And the moment I looked into his eyes I knew he remembered everything. My mouth moved before I could even try to stop it, saying the name I had avoided saying for years because it was just too painful, “Yunho…”

He chuckled softly at the name, his eyes brimming with tears as he grinned at me, “I go by Wooshik now but my God is it good to hear my name fall from your lips again.”

I stared at him, stunned by everything that was happening. I reached out and placed my hands on his forearms, gingerly touching his skin to make sure he was real, “Are you really here? I’m—I’m not hallucinating am I? Because I’ve done it before! But this—you feel so real…”

“I’m real. I’m back, Y/N.” He said through the tears that had managed to escape.

The second he said that I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, bringing him into my embrace. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, squeezing me tightly in his hold as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I still couldn’t believe it but having him here in my arms I knew that this wasn’t just another hallucination. He was really here, I had him back...the only man I loved was back in my arms. That thought had a sob crawl its way up my throat before it escaped, muffled by his shoulder. I clung onto him like my life depended on it because in a way, it did. I’ve been so empty without him, just aimlessly wandering through life with no purpose. But now that he was back I could start living again, I could start to feel again. I pulled away from the hug to cup his face in my hands, staring into his eyes for a moment before leaning forward and kissing him with everything I had. I don’t know how long this was going to last but unlike last time I won’t try to distance myself from him, I won’t try and build a wall between us. I won’t try to keep him away from me for his own safety, no, I’ll protect him with my life. I’ll keep him safe. I’ll do everything I didn’t do, everything I regretted not doing. I'll do it now...and for however long he’ll have me. I promise I’ll love him fiercely, recklessly, and wholeheartedly. I swear it, I swear on my name, on my title as Wrath and may God punish me severely if I ever break my promise.

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Tags : @chanyeolol​ @j-oneracha​ @choisofty​ @boredmay21​ @elenaramos1​

[gingerwritess]

o m g what about the reader goes into LABOR with Elliot and loki FREAKS THE FUCK out bc hes scared omg omg

You’re not sure what you expected, to be completely honest.

Loki’s the kind of person you expect to be able to stay calm, cool, and collected in high pressure situations, but that only lasted until you were in the hospital bed.

He managed to drive you over to the hospital, didn’t kill anyone, didn’t freak out too badly when your water broke—it was more of an anxious excitement, really.

Yes, Loki was excited, he kissed your forehead, murmured words of encouragement as the pain worsened, stood over your bed to hold your hand as the contractions got more and more intense...

But when the grunts of pain start to turn into almost screams, Loki checks out.

His face falls after your first push.

You grip his hand tighter and try again, focusing on steadying your breathing, unable to stop another shout of pain as a near ripping tears through your stomach.

Loki takes a couple stumbling steps backward, wrenching his hand from yours, eyes wide in horror.

“Hold her hand,” the doctor instructs, narrowed eyes darting to Loki’s retreating figure. “Dad, get back here, hold her hand!”

If it weren’t for the human trying to work it’s way out of your body, you might’ve laughed—someone besides you is trying to tell Loki what to do?

It doesn’t work, you notice through your teary gaze, Loki’s at the foot of the bed now, just...staring.

Another push, another scream, and your hands fist in the sheets with nothing else to hold on to.

If your eyes were open, you would’ve caught Loki turn away, blinking furiously and stumbling towards the far wall, face whiter than a sheet of paper.

Your screams mix with the doctor’s gentle praises, a few nurses bustling about the room around you, one of them prepping a tiny little blanket.

For his child, who’s now minutes away from being in his arms.

Loki sways, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Get him a chair!”

Someone’s yelling, you’re still panting and nearly screaming with every push, and Loki slumps against the wall.

He didn’t expect that much screaming. That much pain. That much blood.

He’s killing you.

Your face, wracked in agony and glistening with sweat, floats on the backs of his eyelids and he can hear your muffled shouts of pain, cutting through the panic of his collapse and the doctor’s promises that everything will be alright.

“No,” Loki mumbles, fighting to pry his eyes back open and pushing away a nurse. “No, my—my wife—”

“You need water,” the nurse firmly tells him, pushing a cup into his trembling hands. “Stay in the chair and drink the water, we can’t have you passing out again.”

For once, Loki does as he’s told.

He gulps the water, crushing the paper cup in a fist when he finishes, jaw clenched as he watches your face twist in pain again.

“I did this,” he mumbles under his breath, slumping in his seat.

The nurse glances over. “Already proud, dad?”

“No. I’ve made a mistake.”

What’s the nurse supposed to respond to that??

He just nods and gives Loki a strange look. “Do you need to step outside?”

Loki shakes his head, flinching violently when another scream from you cuts through the little room.

Another nurse hurries to your side and takes your hand, coaching you through the pain and wincing as your grip tightens on her hand.

That’s...his spot.

Loki had it all planned out: how he’d hold your hand and kiss your forehead and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to distract from the pain. How he’d be your rock, your grounding warrior as you fight to bring your child into the world.

It’s not like he’s been looking forward to this day for the past nine months, hell, even years before that—it’s only be something attainable for the past nine months. Before then, this was just a daydream.

But he can’t move, he’s sitting in a corner and shaking as if he’s the one struggling here, watching you writhe in pain that he induced, that he even had the gall to claim to want.

Loki always hoped and thought that this would be a much more...beautiful process.

Not in an aesthetics kind of way.

No, he knew it wouldn’t be pretty, per se, but he thought it’d be more full of life and slightly less...horrifying.

This was supposed to be a beautiful moment for your new family. He was going to be by your side the entire way.

But he can’t even look anymore, head in his hands and rocking back and forth, flinching with every scream and grunt of pain that comes from you, the person he promised he would never hurt.

In that moment Loki realises he’s never actually considered what you might be birthing right now; this could be a monster.

He doesn’t even know what a child from him might be.

“Just a couple more,” the doctor soothes, glancing over her shoulder to see if Loki plans on coming back over anytime soon—clearly not. “...we’re here for you, sweetie, you’re not alone in this.”

They’re talking to you. About...about him.

That wasn’t backhanded at all, huh?

Loki stands, nearly falling back down when he sees you gripping the nurse's hand in a death grip, and stumbles out the door before he has to hear one more scream from you.

The door slams behind him and a couple nurses in the hallway stare—I’m sure it looks odd, an ex-criminal in the birthing ward—but his pale face and bloodshot eyes send them hurrying to his side when they see him slump onto the floor, burying his face in his hands.

“Sir? Are you alright?“

Back in the room, you see Loki’s empty chair through watery eyes and your heart drops.

“D-did he leave?” You gasp out, already knowing the answer.

“Don’t worry about him right now,” one of the nurses soothes. “Let’s just get this baby here, we’re all here to help. You’re not alone.”

The nurse's hand in yours in too...small. Almost frail, really, and you worry you’re hurting her fingers with every push. You’d always imagined it’d be Loki’s hand, but here we are, your baby almost here and Loki just left you.

Time can’t pass quickly enough for the distraught god on the other side of that door.

Everything seems wrong; you weren’t supposed to be in this much pain, and the more he thinks about it, the reality of what’s about to happen to life as he knows it seems to be finally sinking in.

He thought he had come to terms with the whole “being a father” thing.

But now it’s literal minutes from actually happening and the walls are closing in on him, his mind racing with everything that could go wrong in the coming years, every mistake waiting to be made, every disappointment about to come to life.

All goes quiet behind the door, and Loki doesn’t want to go back in.

He hears a tiny cry and his heart drops—this is happening.

This is real.

He pulls himself to his feet, knowing he needs to go back in that room, be there with you, see his son.

But he just reenters the little room, casts one single glance at your beaming face and the little bundle of blankets in your arms, and falls right back into the chair he left on the other side of the room.

He’ll watch from a distance.

Moments pass with nothing but high-pitched cries from the newborn, shaking Loki to his core, and he anxiously picks at his hands as he watches the nurses wash his son, care for you, and tuck the baby back into a little roll of blankets to give back to you.

You’re glowing, smiling down at your son and stroking a finger along his tiny cheek, and you don’t look at Loki when he comes back in.

He’s not surprised—this isn’t his child.

What did he do in this process? That baby is yours, you created it, you carried him and brought him into this world.

From what he can see, the baby looks...normal.

That can’t possibly be from him.

You look much better, at least. He’d like to tell you how you’ve managed to make even a hospital gown look beautiful, but he opens his mouth and his throat goes dry.

He’ll tell you later, if he gets the chance.

The little hospital room is slowing down, nurses cleaning up and taking their leave, the one from before clapping Loki on the shoulder and mumbling a quiet “congrats, dad” as he leaves.

Loki can’t bring himself to respond.

Minutes pass and now the room is almost empty, only the doctor and one last nurse staying behind to help you nurse your son for the first time. The nurse, being not-so-subtle, keeps glancing over her shoulder at Loki, frowning each time he catches her eye and gives a tiny shake of his head.

Eventually the doctor makes her way to the door, shooting Loki a glare that makes him recoil from the venom it holds.

And he can’t hear her, but over by the bed, the last nurse is quietly asking if your relationship with the father is anything you might need help...escaping.

“I’m happy in my marriage,” you assure her, heart aching at the mere suggestion—you know Loki’s actions today aren’t exactly helping his case. “I truly am. Thank you.”

Loki heard that part.

The context is pretty self explanatory.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stands and quietly slips to the door. He’ll write you something, ask you for forgiveness later and let you enjoy this beautiful moment now by yourself, just you and your son.

Your screams of pain still ring in his ears—that is, until your voice cuts through them, soft and right away freezing his hand on the doorknob.

“Loki,” you call out softly, waving away the last nurse in the room. “Come here. Elliot wants to meet his dad.”

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Inosuke Hashibira x Reader || Comfort

Inosuke had dragged you all the way to an abandoned Japanese style house within the woods. The beast breath user actually found it when he's trying to find a spot to train on. While in his search, he suddenly stumbled upon the addled old building that it seems like it was haunted by some ghosts. Since we all know that Inosuke's a very inquisitive lad, he didn't have second thoughts to explore inside with you.

Honestly speaking, when Inosuke told you about this old house, you instantaneously opposed going out with him due to the fact that you're scared of ghosts. It's ironic to know that you're scared of them more than the demons lurking around the night and kill innocent lives. However, the pretty boy didn't stop from persuading you to tag along with him until he successfully changed your mind.

Because of his constant pestering and you know how stubborn the boar head was, you already gave up despite that you're nervous and terrified as hell. You don't know what kind of paranormal stuff you're going to encounter inside that rotten building. And this asshole Inosuke really decided to explore the house when the night arrives. He surely wants you to piss in your pants, isn't he?

"(Name)! Hurry up! It's just straight ahead!" Inosuke said excitedly as he was two meters away from you.

Biting your lower lip, you spoke, "Y-Yeah I'm coming." You marched towards Inosuke as you hold your hands, feeling the sweats forming in your palms.

You're scared as fuck and you're in the middle of the woods. You invited Zenitsu and Tanjiro to come with you but Zenitsu immediately refused and stormed inside his room. While Tanjiro, he said he wants to spend his time with Nezuko since it's been a while since they last interacted. So in the end, you're the only one who tags along with Inosuke whose being extremely excited.

Upon reaching the abandoned house, you instantly felt scared and legs trembled vigorously that can vividly see by the boar masked guy.

"Damn, you're trembling a lot," remarked by Inosuke as he places his hands on his waist. "Let's go, (Name)! We might see something cool!"

"No! We might see something scary!" You retorted then in a brisk, your companion grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside the old building while shaking your head fervidly and overweighing yourself to prevent him from dragging you. However, we're talking about Inosuke here, he can carry you even if you're overweight.

'Oh my god! I think I'm gonna die!' You shrieked mentally.

"It's too dark in here," Inosuke says and you looked at him ridiculously.

"Of course it's dark! We didn't even bring a lamp with us!" You yelled and Inosuke ignored you by walking deeper in the dark. You quickly squeaked then followed the pig head, cursing him for not waiting for you. He dragged you to come along then he's just gonna leave you behind?! How rude is that?

"Don't leave me, Inosuke!" You smack his head and he glared at you as if you're going to see his expression.

"What the hell was that for?! You're too slow, wimp!" He scowled which causes an irk mark to form on your head.

"Why'd you even dragged me here if you're just gonna leave me behind?!"

Your outrage was once again ignored by Inosuke by whipping his head to the side, averting your gaze. Infuriation surged through your body as you grit your teeth in annoyance. The beast breath user started to amble further and further that alarmed you and hastily marched towards the boar head.

Silence engulfed the abandoned house, what do you expect? Hear someone chatters and screams? Oh, you don't want to hear any voices right now. You're terrified as hell that you can sense that you will pass out anytime soon. The squeak of your shoes is the only thing you were hearing and your breath became heavy as you explored the area. You followed Inosuke who is in front of you while wandering his eyes around the place.

"Oi, (Name)." You startled once Inosuke spoke.

"Don't scare me like that!" You scolded him while your hand was clutching your chest.

He clicked his tongue, "You're such a scaredy-cat."

"I shouldn't have come with you! I should have stayed with Zenitsu and Tanjiro!" You yelled and it causes the green-eyed lad to stop in his tracks, stunned from your outburst. He felt his heart wrenched as he saw you glaring at him with so much hatred.

You didn't know that the violent guy harboured some romantic feelings for you. When he heard your statement just now, he felt his heart was being stabbed by thousands of needles. Of course, it hurt him specifically that he indeed likes you a lot, that's why he's not answering your question why he dragged you here. He solely wants to spend his time with you together but it seems like it's a very wrong place to hang out with. He's not the type of guy who knows romantic stuffs knowing the fact that he grew up in the mountains. He only knows how to fight and make himself stronger. The reason why he knows he likes you romantically is that Shinobu answered his question why he's feeling weird when he's around you. Like his heart is going to burst inside his chest every time he took a glimpse at your pretty face and he felt his stomach churn in a pleasant way. He also likes it whenever you're beside him and teaching him some things that he doesn't know. He likes the attention you're giving him despite he's obscuring it by being harsh and blunt sometimes. He's not used to saying some comforting and heartwarming words. You do know that he's a ferocious guy.

"Fine! Leave me be!" He scowled and run away leaving you behind.

Realizing what you have done, your body immediately jolted and shudder in fear. Your courage seconds ago disappeared now that Inosuke was out of sight. Now you're the only one by yourself in a very dark place. Your heart beats tremendously and tears started to well up in your eyes.

"Inosuke! Don't l-leave me! P-Please come back! I-I'm scared!" You shouted terrifyingly as you frantically searched for Inosuke.

You're aware that you're wrong for saying those mean things to the pretty boy. It's just that you're scared to even think rationally, but before you can apologize, you need to find the boar head or you're going to pass out.

"Inosuke! Where are you?! D-Don't leave me please!" Now you're literally crying, you can't contain yourself from being afraid of what might appear in front of you. Frightfully, you run through the hallway of the house to search for Inosuke, however to your dismay, you can't see a figure wearing a boar mask.

What if he already left?! And he's livid to what you did to him that's why he's taking his revenge by leaving you behind?!

"UWAAAAA INOSUKE!! I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE HELP ME!!" You cried and kneeled because you can't restrain yourself from breaking down. You're really horrified right now, you don't know what to do anymore. You hug your knees and cried to your heart's content.

"I-Inosuke... please help me... I'm scared..." you mumbled as you buried your face on your knees. Suddenly, you heard a loud crash not far from you. You jolt upon hearing that earsplitting sound and tightly hugged your knees and pushed yourself further in the corner. You're trembling and sweating a lot, heart's pounding tremendously and your breath is becoming ragged. Tears relentlessly cascade on your face and chant God's name over and over again.

"God please help me! I'm going to be a good girl from now on and I'm sorry if I'm always smacking Zenitsu's head and for stealing Tanjiro's pudding! I'm sorry if I'm being mean towards Inosuke! Just, please! Let me live some more! I promise I won't be a naughty girl ever again!" You cried in despair, confessing the horrible things you've done to everyone.

Then unexpectedly, someone holds your shoulders that causes you to scream at the top of your lungs.

"Oi! Get your grip together!" The pig head scolded you but it only intensified your scream.

"GYAAAA!! A PIG! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME! I ASSURE YOU THAT I'M NOT THAT DELICIOUS! KYAAAAA!!" You struggled from his hold and Inosuke only tightened his grip on you.

"What the fuck?! It's me, (Name)! It's Inosuke!" He growled which made you stop from crying and struggling to break free upon mentioning his name. You sniffed and wipe your eyes to see Inosuke's beautiful face. You realized that he just took off his mask and blessed your eyes with his gorgeous face. And that's enough reason for you to stop from crying out loud and feel secured.

"I-Inosuke... please don't l-leave me again," you plead and throw your arms around his torso. The said boy's body went rigid because of the physical contact between you and him. He can hear his heart hammering profusely and he's relieved that you don't have a keen sense of hearing like that coward blonde.

Inosuke flinched when he felt a cold liquid on his shoulder. He presumed that it's your tears and he can hear you still sobbing in the crook of his neck. Due to the new sensation and this is the first time someone hugged him; his face eventually fumed and embarrassed at the same time. He doesn't know what to do and just kneeled on the floor while you're hugging him.

'What the fuck should I do?! Should I hug her back?! B-But i-it's embarrassing! This isn't Inosuke-sama's character at all!'

"I-I'm sorry Inosuke... I didn't m-mean to offend you... I-I'm just scared. Please don't leave me a-again." Your hug on him only tightened and he can sense the desperate pleading in your tone.

Inosuke felt a tug on his heart once he saw you in a helpless state. His heart warmed and absentmindedly, he stroke your back and nuzzle his nose on your head, smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo that he surely loves.

"You're such a pain in the ass," he lightly scoffed. You only buried your head on his shoulders and nodded.

"I'm sorry..." was you said and feel the warmth of Inosuke's body. You felt his arms encircled around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your heart ricocheted a beat from the gesture and your trembling body has finally subsided. Although you wanted to thank him for coming back, you only shut your mouth and relish the warmth of his body giving you. You certainly felt comfortable in his arms.

Minutes passed and you're still in that position. Inosuke was about to tear you away but halted when he heard a light snore coming from you. He tilts his head to look closely at your face and his presumption was right, you're already asleep.

The beast breath user groaned since he wants to go back and rest for tonight. But he doesn't want to disturb you from your deep slumber and he apprehends that you're having a great nap. Moreover, he admitted to himself that he likes the current position you two were in, feeling your warmth and having you beside him for tonight. Bringing you here isn't so bad after all, although at first, it was a disaster but... his plan worked well.

Staring at you for a good minute, Inosuke's eyes drooped and sweep away the strands that are covering your face. Then absentmindedly, he kissed your forehead causing him to blush at his sudden bold move.

But it's okay, right? You're not even awake and it's just a peck on the forehead! It cannot harm you!

Inosuke gawked at your sleeping face and momentarily his lips tug upwards while stroking your cheeks.

"Hey, (Name)..." he started. "I really like you." He said into oblivion and closed his eyes, drifting him to sleep as well.

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SCARY HOURS [YANDERE!JUNGKOOK] [04]

CHAPTER FOUR.

SYNOPSIS: Jeon Jungkook is a high school delinquent who also happens to be your awful new next door neighbor. Every night at three am, you jolt awake to the bangs and screams that leak through the thin walls of your apartment. Eventually, you can’t stand it anymore and decide to confront your problematic neighbor. But as it turns out, Jeon Jungkook is no ordinary high school student, and the screams are not that of his own.

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It’s been a few days since Jimin has somehow sliced open the side of your face with his backpack, and it seems that since the incident he just won’t leave you alone.

 Not in a bad way, of course, you actually enjoy the constant attention considering the fact that you have been starved of it since your only friend decided to switch schools last semester. It’s liberating to know that you and Jimin actually get along so well; you both like a lot of the same music, watch the same tv-shows, and he even likes to go to the same arcade as you after school sometimes. It’s almost as if he were a clone of you, but he was much cuter, you think. 

However, Jimin’s sudden fixation on you has become a breeding ground for some nasty rumors. Over the course of the last few days, you have begun to realize some things. One, the boy is popular amongst his peers as he is not only incredibly handsome, but is also the very studious and bright class president of your year. And two, his being apart of this rigged democracy and hanging around a loner like you has caused a rift in his relationship with his student body friends. 

This reason being why today he wasn’t going to eat lunch with you, but instead with his fellow student body friends - more like fan club - who all immediately lightened up when he joined them at their designated lunch table. You watch from the entrance of the cafeteria for a moment, feeling somewhat bad for him. You honestly couldn’t imagine having such a responsibility to please people in this magnitude; he jumped from clique to clique like clockwork and yet no one was ever satisfied. 

Jimin briefly turns around to give you an apologetic smile and an encouraging thumbs-up before returning to his conversation. You sigh and force yourself to straighten up, walking out of the cafeteria to go to your usual spot on the rooftop. You brought your own lunch on days when you usually ate it alone, for walking through the cafeteria and waiting in the lunch line seemed to trigger some sort of tripwire of anxiety in your mind. It also saved you a pretty penny, too.

 Despite it only being a few days, it practically feels like forever since you have been completely alone at school. It’s not necessarily weird considering you have beared most of the burden of your school life alone, but the feeling of being able to talk to someone all the time, anytime, was a feeling you could possibly get addicted to. But, alas, today it was only you, with your thoughts to keep you some form of company. Getting attached to Jimin shouldn’t make hanging out with yourself any less fun than it used to be. 

You reach the familiar stairwell that lays on the farthest point in the west wing of the school, and just the sight of it brings that loneliness crawling back up again. Shaking your head, you crush it down, scowling at your weakness. You begin to make your way up the three flights of stairs, occasionally glancing out the windows lining the walls that give a nice view of the outside field area. Some kids are playing soccer and others are on the courts playing basketball, their laughter and yells of joy almost audible through the thick panels. 

You never considered yourself to be much of an athlete, but you found yourself wondering what it would be like to have someone invite you to play a game of ball with them. The idea of sweating in your school uniform sounded unappealing, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if it meant having a good time with someone close. It was a foreign thought, but it was nice to think about. 

As you round the corner to go up the last flight of stairs, you are suddenly unable to ascend any further. Laying in the middle of the path is your neighbor, Jungkook, whose name you learned when you dreadfully found out the news that he would be your seatmate for the rest of the year. You are more surprised than anything because you haven’t seen him since that day in the nurse’s office, and he hadn’t shown up to school any other day after that. You never got the chance to thank him, but you aren’t sure you want to considering the fact he beat up Jimin, a literal sweetheart, for a mere accident. And not to mention the way he slammed the door in your face; you get nightmares just thinking about it. 

“Jungkook...?” You question softly, the unfamiliar name sounding strange when you say it aloud for the first time. It seems like he’s fallen asleep on the stairs with the way his body is sprawled out across a couple steps, and how his head is uncomfortably propped on his backpack as a substitute for a pillow. Looking around, you notice the hall on this floor is totally empty, as it usually is when it’s lunch time. You couldn’t blame him - this was the perfect spot for an afternoon snooze, if you did say so yourself. 

You aren’t quite sure whether or not to wake Jungkook up so you can pass, or to just carefully step over him and try not to accidentally bump him. There’s a tug of concern in the back of your mind on the way he’s positioned himself - what if he turns over too far, tumbles down the stairs, breaks his neck  and dies? What if he gets some kind of viral disease from laying on those filthy steps? Who knows where the bottom of peoples’ shoes have been.

A part of you tells you to just walk away and leave him be, but your guilty conscience says to wake him up to prevent a possible accident. And you can’t resist the unrelenting desire to do good, for you are already making your way over to disturb the peacefully sleeping menace-from-next-door. 

“Hey, Jungkook,” you place a hand on his shoulder and start to gently shake him.“Wake up.” He doesn’t stir. Shaking a bit harder, you begin to fear he is no longer breathing. 

A few moments later, Jungkook groans and grabs your wrist, ceasing your intrusive shaking. He takes you by surprise when he roughly pulls you downwards, causing you to land face first in his chest. Instantly, you feel your face get hot and you try to pull away, but his grip is tighter than a shirt that’s two sizes too small. Somehow, he’s still in a deep sleep, and you begin struggling against him in an attempt to free yourself. 

This was a bad idea. This was such a mistake. Whatever crime you had committed in your past life must have been so bad that the karma is just now catching up to you. And gosh, it was bad. 

It’s only when you start losing oxygen that you feel Jungkook stir and the grip on your wrist loosen. You pull back for air, ripping your wrist away and finding purchase on the step above him, unintentionally trapping him beneath you in a position that would look suggestive to anyone who happened to see you. Jungkook’s eyes crack open groggily, taking a second to remember where he is before they nearly pop out of his skull when your equally horrified gazes clash. 

He violently shoves you away and had you not grabbed the railing, you may have lived out the same fate that you thought Jungkook could have in your delusions prior to poking the bear. 

Jungkook’s eyes are furious as he regards you with the coldest, darkest glare you have ever fallen victim to. The poison that bubbles behind his scleras is almost palpable, pinning you down in your spot like a deer caught in headlights. You don’t know what to say or what to do in the face of this boy’s brewing wrath, but one thing does register in your mind that seems to make the most sense in the moment: run. 

You spin around to make a run for it, but you don’t get very far as a hand wraps around your wrist and jerks you back, the momentum kicking your legs from under you so quickly that you fall and make a rocky landing on your tailbone. You inhale sharply at the jolt of pain that rattles up your spine, blinking back the tears that unconsciously well up in your eyes. It’s times like this that make you wonder if life alert is only for the elderly. 

“Are you stupid, [Name]?” Jungkook’s harsh jab makes you jump and you turn to look at him, brow creased in frustration and pain. 

“What? You’re the one sleeping on the stairs like a homeless person!” You retort, returning his glare just as harshly. You rub at your lower back where an ache has begun to settle - you can tell there will be a nice, big bruise there in a few hours. 

Jungkook breathes through his nose angrily, his pupils flaring. The pure, unadulterated fury that radiates off him in waves is so immense you think you can almost taste it in the air. It actually would have been scary if you yourself weren’t so mad. 

“Shut up,” He seethes, tightening his grip on your wrist until the pressure becomes uncomfortable. “It’s your fault I have to.” 

You wretch your wrist out from his hand. He lets you, his unrelenting gaze never wavering for even a moment. Your anger is slowly muddled into confusion and you can tell it shows by the way he suddenly averts eye contact, his eyes softening back into a chocolate brown. He almost looks… guilty. 

“Me? I’ve been nothing but nice to you.” You grumble and watch as Jungkook sits up properly, his uniform looking awry from jostling around too much. The immense anger that painted his face just minutes before has simmered down to a look of slight irritation, and he still refuses to look at you. There’s a lingering silence. 

“I- Don’t… touch me while I’m sleeping. I don’t like it.” You notice his attempt at averting the focus from his previous statement. You don’t push it, opting to just go with the flow. This is the first time he’s said something without saying anything mean; perhaps you even learned something about him. Don’t touch him while he sleeps or else he wakes up as Satan. Got it. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” you apologize warily as a moment skips by, still somewhat frazzled. Jungkook only nods in response, observing you from his spot as you wince while trying to shift into a more comfortable position to face him. He cringes in sympathy at the seemingly painful maneuvers - he did that. He hurt you. Why couldn’t he ever control himself? So, so useless. 

“Hey.” You grab his attention, shaking him from his own chastising inner monologue, “How do you know my name, anyways?” 

“...” 

“...” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Jungkook?” 

The dark haired boy gives a single shoulder shrug, completely unbothered by your question. You purse your lips and start to feel the same awkwardness from before begin to hang heavy in the air. He glances at you and leans back against his book bag, an indifferent look overtaking his features. 

“How do you know my name?” 

One question is all it takes to turn you back into a bumbling mess. “W-We’re seatmates now. Of course I know your name..” You trail off defensively, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“We’re neighbors. Of course I would know your name, then.” 

You scoff at the mocking undertone in his voice, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He had a smart mouth, didn’t he? How unattractive. Shaking your head, you move to fix the skirt of your school uniform that had twisted askew when you had fallen and practically broke your whole pelvis in half. 

Jungkook stares at you for a long time, taking in your features like you are an abstract piece of work in an art museum. There’s still a bandage plastered on your cheek but it’s smaller than before and most of your hair hides it from curious gazes. The sight of it makes his blood boil and annoyance to spike at the thought of that idiotic class president, but he calmly keeps it under wraps. 

Looking at you now strangely elicits no emotion inside Jungkook, the burning feeling he felt a few days ago behind the lockers nowhere to be felt. The voice he usually hears is mute for now and, in the moment, he feels a sense of peace. What is going on..?

Through the awkward silence, you take the chance to observe Jungkook back - to really look at him. You notice the deep bags beneath his eyes, the way his shaggy dark brown hair hangs unkempt over them, and his wrinkled school uniform that has the top buttons undone and is missing the tie. Honestly, he wouldn’t be bad-looking if he put some actual effort into his appearance and dropped the anger issues, but you weren’t about to tell him that anytime soon. Definitely not after what just happened. 

You sigh and look away, grabbing your bag and pulling out your lunch. Seeing how he had pretty much crippled you and blocked the path like an ugly bump in the road, you decided it would be smarter to just stay put. Opening your food container, inside lays leftover spicy tteokbokki from last night’s dinner and a smaller paper cup filled with fruit. It wasn’t much; you honestly didn’t get very hungry during school. You saved all the binge-eating for until you got home most of the time. 

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Jungkook swallow thickly as he eyes your lunch. Internally, you feel the pull to be a good person again and you try the best you possibly can to ignore it. Crush it into dust, stomp on it until it burns out. You didn’t want to be nice to this raging boy - that is, until you hear his stomach growling that you break completely. 

Your eyes flit between your food and Jungkook for a second before you slowly hold out your lunch before you can stop yourself again. 

“...Here.” 

He seems a bit surprised but does a good job of hiding it. Staring at the container of nourishment in your hands, he feels a blooming warmth at the thought of eating a home cooked meal, but he also weighs in the fact that he would probably owe you something in return. And Jungkook doesn’t owe anybody anything. Especially not you. 

“Don’t want it.” He grunts, turning his head to the side defiantly. 

You tilt your head, an amused smile slowly finding its way across your lips. Shrugging, you take the food for yourself, chewing slowly in a way that inadvertently taunts Jungkook’s appetite. Neither of you talk but the tension in the air has lifted a bit, allowing for a more comfortable silence to settle in. Sneaking a peek at your phone, you see that lunch break is almost over and it’s almost time to go back to class. 

You shovel the rest of your food down your throat while Jungkook shoots you a slightly disgusted look you ignore before packing your things up and hoisting your bag over your shoulders. 

“Where are you going?”

You turn to see Jungkook staring, eyebrows furrowed at your sudden movement to leave. 

“Uhm, to class..?” You drawl in question, jutting your lips out as if the answer was obvious. “The one you never come to…” He scoffs, running a hand through his unruly hair.

 “I got in-school suspension.” He says, glancing at you as he shrugs his bag on, quietly gauging your reaction. 

“Oh.”

You nod slowly in acknowledgment, the memory of his concerned gaze scouring you as you lay on the floor briefly flashing in your mind. Shuddering, you mask your discomfort with a small smile, giving the straps of your bag a firm tug before offering the boy a small wave. 

“See you, neighbor.” You turn around as quickly as you say that, completely missing the way he looks at you, eyes squinted with unknown emotion. 

Jungkook doesn’t respond. But if he did, it didn’t matter; you were already long gone. 

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WHEN YOU reach the classroom, there’s hardly anyone there yet besides the few stragglers who usually stay inside to play cards and entertain themselves with other various forms of games. You navigate through the sea of bags and belongings to get to your own desk, which sits near the back by the windows. You can’t lie - it’s a pretty good view. 

The desk beside yours remains polished and untouched, but you know it won’t stay that way for long. Whenever Jungkook comes back from his suspension, you would then have nowhere to hide your extra snacks or books when you got too lazy to run to your locker and properly put them away. You would surely miss the convenience. 

Plopping down in your seat, you wince at the harsh contact it makes with the aching part of your lower back. You would have to ice it when you get home because you could almost feel it swelling up with the way it throbs painfully against the band of your skirt. Sighing, you pull out your phone to pass the time. 

It’s not even a few minutes later when the door opens to reveal your teacher, who scans the room before laying her sights on you. 

“[Name]-ah, a word, please.” She beckons you over and you quickly oblige, moving down the clustered aisle to the teachers’ desk. Your palms begin to get clammy as your brain searches every crevice for anything you may have done wrong. Were you in trouble? 

You stand before her desk, watching as she checks something off on a clipboard in her hands. You unconsciously gulp when she peers at you, her cat-eye glasses making her look somewhat more devilish than normal. 

“I have a very important task for you…”

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THAT NIGHT, you slip into bed with your comfy sleeping clothes, a content sigh escaping your lips as you sink into the slice of heaven that is your bed. Pulling the covers over your body, you switch off your light and rest your head against the pillow, letting your eyes flutter closed in bliss as you begin to nod off. 

It doesn’t take long for you to drift away into dreamland, your mind running wild in the fantasy world sleep has conjured for you. You have a very detailed dream about running inhumanely fast; where and from what, you aren’t quite sure. But you can faintly hear the familiar stomach-churning screams and wails that puncture through the seams of your own delusions and reality, haunting you incessantly. 

Your dream ends with you tripping and a cold sensation shrouding your form. This is enough to startle you awake, where you quickly sit up with bleary eyes. Your ears tune in for any kind of noise or the screams you haven’t heard from Jungkook’s apartment in a while, but it’s eerily silent. 

Uneasily, you settle back under the covers, not thinking twice about closing your eyes and escaping back beyond the grasp of exhaustion. And as you are about to slip into unconsciousness, you hear the same tortured cry you couldn’t bear to listen to the first time you had heard it.  

But, this time, you think you can make out something through the strangled voice cracks. Sleep is muddling your senses but you are suddenly wide awake, frozen in your spot at the echo that ricochets from the cheap plaster between the walls. 

Strangely, it sounds a lot like your own name.

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[lostcybertronian]

The Lost- Part 3

I’ve been working on this every day.

Trigger warnings for gun violence, physical violence, blood, death, cannibalism, emetophobia, and explicit gore

SCP AU Masterpost

Tags: @bing-iplier @demonnightmareangel @realcanadianmoose

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The King of the Squirrels was not himself. His form seemed to quiver, his movements spasming and unpredictable. Instead of being clean-shaven, childlike even, there were scraggly patches of coarse fur dotting his face, crawling down his neck to disappear below the collar of his ragged jumpsuit. 

    The only thing Silver recognized about him was the crown that sat on top of his overgrown curls, but even that was tarnished, no longer a shining gold.

    “King!” For a moment Silver saw his friend standing there, instead of what he had become. He lowered his fists. Grinned in a way that he hadn’t in months as relief strong enough to buckle his knees rushed through him.

    That moment was short-lived: King snarled, baring blood-flecked teeth that tapered into razor fangs, and lunged forward, tackling Silver to the ground.

    His fingers were tipped with jagged claws that punched right through the thin fabric of his jumpsuit, deep into his skin. Thick foam frothed at King’s mouth as he slammed the hero down again and again.

    “King!” Silver cried out as pain pierced his shoulders and chest and thrashed violently against the greater weight that pinned him, shoving his hands up to keep King at bay. “Stop! King! It’s me!”

    *I’m your friend!* But there was no hint of recognition in King’s eyes, only bloodshot madness that glimmered bright against the dark. Only jaws and teeth that snap-snap-snapped, trying hard to get at his throat.

    “Bim!” Silver threw his head back, searching for even a glimpse. But his attention was quickly diverted when King dug his claws in deeper, raking them across his chest.

    He screamed, flailing his fists in a frantic attempt to dislodge the savage creature that used to be the King of the Squirrels. It didn’t work and his movements were rapidly growing weaker as blood sprayed from the wounds in his chest.

    Over the clammer and the clatter and the blistering pain, Silver neglected to hear the low warning growl. It was the noise of a beast that was angry and hurt. It was the noise of a beast that was starving. 

    That growl rose to a roar, and there was a flash of movement, just out of the corner of his eye; a moment later King’s weight was gone from his chest and Silver immediately collapsed to the floor, unable to do more than clutch at the flayed skin of his chest and heave heavy, ragged breaths as he fought to stay conscious.

    “Bim?” He gasped, vision swimming. His voice was lost in the sounds of battle- the high-pitched squeals and the lower snarls- but still, he tried again. “Bim! Help-”

    A thud. Then he saw King fly over him, hitting the opposite wall with a sickening crack! before falling limply to the floor.

    “Wh-what-” Silver clenched his teeth and struggled to sit up, at the same time Bim bared bloody teeth- now sharp points that dripped gore- and scuttled over, his limbs bent at all the wrong angles.

    Silver yelped and scrambled back, using a sudden, desperate burst of strength that allowed him to get to his feet and bolt for the ruined door. 

    Once through he dropped, leaning against the computer console, heart pounding and sending fresh rivers of blood flowing down his chest. Clamping one hand to the wounds he twisted, fighting to catch a glimpse of what was going on in the cell . . .

    Just in time to see Bim seize King and force his head back. Bend. Sink his teeth into King’s pale, vein-laced throat and rip it out.

    Blood sprayed as a strangled scream escaped Silver’s own throat as he watched King’s body twitch and jerk, limbs flailing on instinct as he bled out, his breath rattling in his chest as he gasped for breaths that wouldn’t come.

    Meanwhile, Bim continued to crouch over him, and his jaw moved. Silver realized with dread rolling in his gut that he was chewing. Eating him. 

    “Oh my god. Oh my god-” Fighting the urge to gag, he clamped his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut tight to block out everything he could.

    Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream. Please let me wake up in my cell.

    It wasn’t a dream. The cloying smell of blood hitting his nose proved that. And the searing pain in his chest and the waves of dizziness washing over him went to show that this hell wouldn’t be ending anytime soon.

    “S-S-Silver . . .” The hero opened his eyes, focusing on the dead body of one of the guards- still clutching his handgun in a stiff, cold grip, still staring upwards with glassy, fixed eyes- while he tried to pull himself together enough to choke out a response. 

    Meanwhile, Bim’s voice came again. It was gruff and thick with something Silver couldn’t and really didn’t want to describe. “Silver-” he broke off, and there was a retching sound as he vomited.

    “Bim?” This time, it took all his willpower to force himself to his feet.

    “There’s something- something wrong with him.” Bim still huddled by King’s corpse, though now he looked much more like himself as he twisted to look at Silver. “Something-” He gagged again, his skeletal frame shuddering. “He’s been infected with something. He tastes- tastes wrong.”

    “What-what do you mean?” 

    “I think-” Bim tried to get to his feet, only to stumble and fall again. His skin shone with a feverish sweat and his eyes darted wildly, left, right, up, seeming to jitter in their sockets. “I think King didn’t go nuts on his own. I . . . I think he was experimented on. I think they did something to him. His blood tastes . . .” he took a shuddering breath, a strange expression crossing over his face. “It tastes like disease.”

    Silver lurched forward, forcing himself into the cell once more even as every part of him screamed to run. Every step felt like it was being dragged out of him. Every limb felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. “Will you be okay?” He asked. There was a tremor to his voice, but what was the point of trying to be brave now? He crouched next to Bim, trying to keep his gaze fixed on him instead of the partially eaten corpse of his friend that sprawled not three feet away. Instead

    Bim shut his eyes, a grimace crossing his face. His breaths were coming faster now, shallow and quick and panicked. He attempted to rise again, but collapsed to his hands and knees with a cry that was choked out through clenched teeth.

    “Bim?” Silver reached out to touch him, but Bim shrank away, his face contorting, his lips pulling back.

    “Run.” He ground out, specks of bloody froth flying from his mouth. He turned on Silver, his eyes suddenly too bright, suddenly too wild. They reminded Silver of how King had looked. When he spoke again, his voice was more animal’s grunt than anything else. “Run, Shep!”

    Silver did, taking strength he didn’t have and shoving it into his exhausted limbs, diving once more for the door. This time, however, he didn’t stop when he made it through; he scrabbled for the open gap in the wall, the one that led back into the hallway.

He could hear Bim behind him; could hear his grunts and growls and awkward, scrambling sounds of pursuit. But he didn’t dare turn around to glimpse the creature bearing down on him. He didn’t dare put any effort into anything but forcing himself forward.

This proved to be a grave mistake: Silver failed to register the corpses sprawled over the floor and with a yelp he tripped over the guard. 

“Bim!” He cried, breathless, rolling onto his back just in time to see Bim lunge. “Please!” 

But Bim was past reason. Was past seeing Silver as anything more than prey. He was no longer Silver’s friend. This realization jabbed cold fear into his stomach. Seemed to slow time down to a crawl.

From outside his body, he saw himself roll, narrowly avoiding death and flashing teeth. Saw himself reach for the guard’s gun, his mouth gaping in a scream he couldn’t hear. Saw himself pry it free. 

Saw his grip shake as he aimed. Saw him squeeze his eyes shut as he fired.

Two shots. Bang! Bang! Bim’s eyes went wide, then he slumped, no more than dead weight. 

Literally.

“Aah!” Silver shoved Bim off him, and for one long moment was stuck, staring at the mangled corpse of his friend, watching it shudder and spasm in its death throes.

Then, one last time, he got to his feet, staggering and pressing one hand to his chest.

He didn’t let himself cry. There was no time for that. As much as he wanted to curl up into a ball and sob, as much as he wanted to let the pain and the bloodloss take him, Silver Shepherd did not.

Instead, he dropped the handgun to the floor, barely hearing its sick squelch as it landed in the growing pool of blood. Every instinct screamed that he’d need it, but the thought of carrying the weapon he used to kill his friend made him feel sick.

Then, he turned and left, trudging through the wreckage on numb feet, re-emerging into the hallway, with the alarms that still flashed red and *breach, breach.*

He did not look back.

[angelguk]

i could teach you - taeyong scenario - part two

Lee Taeyong - NCT

words - 1855

genre - man idk really is jus taeyong doing his ting my guy

warnings - vulgar language?? mentions of sex

dedicated to @yongsexual  ♥ ♥ ♥

part - one / two / three / four / five

You shoved your head further back into soft plush pillows beneath you and grumbled. Even through your eyes were shut the light was too brilliant in this room and someone somewhere was playing heavy metal at what felt like fucking dawn to you. Hissing, you jerked the covers over your hammering head, hoping the darkness would act as barrier against everything that was disturbing you. Unfortunately that didn’t work and you didn’t want to particularly move any of your dead muscles - maybe if you yelled something the owner of that horrendous music would at least turn it off.

“SHUT! UP!” you roared, although your voice was stifled by the cover you’d swathed yourself under.  No one responded to your shout and the music didn’t stop. You grumbled again, tossing around in the bed despite your bones feeling like mush and motion seeming like an impossible feet. Maybe if you repeated yourself the fucking noise would stop.

“SHUT UP!” you attempted once more. This time round your voice was shriller and audible. If the person listening to that crap wasn’t deaf they should hear you. But once again the music kept on playing but now some estranged man was screeching the lyrics over the hideous beat– he sounded like a cat yowling as it was choked to death.

“SHUT U-”

“What are you saying?” The music had turned itself off.

Your appendages transformed from mush to concrete in an instant and your fitful movements from before vanished.

“Did you hear me? I asked you a question. Don’t pretend to be asleep.” Feet collided with wooden floorboards making echoes as the person ambled steadily towards to bed you were currently trapped in.

“I, ah, did hear you. I just don’t want to particularly replyaAH-”

Daylight dazzled your eyes as the sheet was wrenched from your body leaving you exposed to the world, a choked cry emitting from your throat. By instinct, you lashed out, flailing your legs into the air and forming fists with your hands. However your punches hit thin air and both feet where immediately caught by large firm hands.

“If that was a scream, it was pathetic. And kicking the air makes you look like a child, not like a threat.” The owner of the voice released both your feet, allowing them to plummet to the bed like boulders.

You squinted in the light, raising a hand to cover your blinded eyes hoping for clearer vision. Sluggishly, you sight pieced itself back together but what greeted you literally knocked the breath out of your chest.

Translucent droplets dangled from his platinum locks sticking to the dewy skin on his forehead. Endless brown eyes gazed right back at you underneath fierce brown eyebrows, amusement and anticipation swaying within them. His lips were lopsided, positioning themselves in a crafty smirk. Your eyes straggled down his damp body, falling onto his porcelain naked chest and then landing on his lean arm keeping place a white cotton towel, strategically placed around his hips.

You shrieked, launching yourself out of the bed and hammering into the floor with a loud resounding thud.

“Who…Who are you?”

With a snigger the man plopped himself down on the bed and turned to face you, shaking water out his head in the process. “Lee Taeyong, and you are?”

“I didn’t ask you to say your name! I’m asking why the hell you’re naked and in my house-“

“I’m not technically naked – there’s a towel round my waist – and, second, this is my house. I should be asking you what you’re doing here,” Taeyong snapped back, the previous playfulness falling away like a discarded cloak.

“What do you mean this is your house…” You hesitated, whirling your head around despite the throbbing ache that pierced its way through your skull. That’s when you noticed the sheets on the bed where black, not blue like yours were. The floors had a different wooden board style and you can clearly remember that your bedroom window was not on the left side.

Soundless, you deliberately turned back to face Taeyong, a sheepish smile mortared on your face. He in return raised his eyebrows, eyes severe.

“Uh, sorry.”

“Save it. For what I did last night you need to pay me.” He moved his shoulders as he spoke, arching his taut muscles.

“What do you mean? Did I fuck a prostitute?”

“No. Don’t be dumb, I would never fuck you.”

Narrowing your eyes at the boy, you resisted the urge to tear his head off since you were currently at his mercy. Instead you took a deep breath and stood up, hoping that the added height would make you appear more authoritative. “Then what do you mean I should pay you. I have no money on me right now and-”

Shooting upright too, Taeyong turned to give you a taciturn stare. ”You should pay for my ruined suit and for nearly getting me fired last night. Also for the free ride I gave you to my house and the bed I gave you for the night – which is mine – while I had to suffer on the couch. And how about the change of clothes I gave you? I had to clean your vomit off of you!” Taking a step closer to your direction, Taeyong crooked his head. “I think that deserves some payment don’t you sweetheart?” His tone was bitter and clipped, coating your apprehensive heart with panic.

No words came out of your mouth, only air as you were left standing speechless, groping in the dark for something to say. Still glaring, Taeyong stalked towards you, grabbing your arm with one astonishingly taut grip and hauled you out of his room.

“I need to change.” And with that the wooden door banged closed in your face with such a loud finality you winced, hearing the low reverberation in the hall you now stood in.

Dazed, you backed away from the door, trailing your bare feet against the cool floor until your back thudded against the opposing wall. A sudden wave of fury erupted through your veins. Involuntarily, your hands curled themselves into fists and the need to punch his face became unbearable.

“Asshole.”

“HEARD THAT!”

Scowling bitterly at the door you twisted away and sauntered down the narrow hallway. The cream walls were unadorned and vacant, making the journey even more daunting because you were starting to think that I knew nothing about this man apart from his name and his face.

The hallway ended in an open spaced kitchen, much to your sudden growling stomach’s approval, with a small living room connected to it. The marble island in the middle of kitchen was naked apart from the knife set placed on it. Still amazed by how uninhabited Taeyong’s home looked like, you decided to make yourself at home and get a glass of water.

It’s only after you drowned two glasses, did your hazy memory from last night begin to turn crystal clear.

“Oh my God.” Slamming the glass on the counter you struck yourself in the face, eyes wide and legs pacing around the room. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” How could you forget what happened last night? How? The image of Jaehyun naked in bed with another woman wasn’t going to leave your mind anytime soon. And then what you said to him, after everything he did last night. Holy shit. Frantically you searched the room, hoping for a magical escape route to appear out of thin air

Your eyes instead fell upon your phone disregarded on the marble counter next to the microwave.

Relief flooded your body and you quickly snatched it up, tapping the screen to check the time. Ten forty-five, Thursday morning. Requesting a day off was a good idea now that you think about it; or else your boss would be wondering where you were. Your fingers snapped across the screen typing out the password. Twenty-three missed calls awaited you: Eight from Hansol, two from Jaehyun and 13 from Minyoung. Thirty-four messages also glared back at you from the screen, three from Jaehyun and the rest of them from Minyoung. You swore violently under your breathe

“Finally getting connected with the world again huh.” Taeyong’s voice wrapped itself snugly around your frame from behind and you were suddenly hyper aware of how close the boy was. “Who missed you – whoa? Who’s Minyoung? Is that your best friend?”

You whipped around effectively thrusting Taeyong away from your body and shielding you phone. “That’s private information; hasn’t anyone ever told you you’re a creep!”

“Once or twice.” Taeyong beamed at you, resting his back against the marble island behind him. You frowned at him, still keeping the phone pressed against your chest. “Anyways, who’s Minyoung? Boy or girl, your ex who cheated on you last night…”

“Girl, best friend, probably going to rip my head off when I see her.” You exhaled, leaning back on the counter and skimming through the messages Minyoung had sent you. A hush overlapped both of you which consisted of Taeyong watching you read the vaguely threatening messages and you trying to figure out a way to explain to Minyoung what happened.

From the messages, it seemed like Jaehyun had called her asking where you went. Minyoung then proceeded to find out about the whole scenario and threatened to kill him after she found and slaughtered you. Great.

“Ahem.”

Your head shot up, eyes focusing on Taeyong who was still smiling.

“Now that your friends know you’re not dead, let’s talk about how you’re going to pay me back.”

“What?” Scrunching your face up in dissatisfaction you squinted at his profile. “I thought you were joking.”

“I don’t joke sweetheart. And honestly you need to pay me back; I have never cleaned puke for free.”

“When have you ever cleaned puke?”

“I did last night.”

You rolled your eyes at his audacity, glancing up the ceiling like a cry for help. “But I don’t have any money-”

“I don’t need money from you. What I want is a favor.” His brown eyes looked at you expectantly, while he crossed his arms over is wide torso. It took you longer than necessary for you to get the gist of the message.

“I AM NOT HAVING SEX WITH -”

“NO! No; I mean an actually favor, not sex – I can get that anywhere.”

You halted, gazing him in the eyes which revealed no clue to his favor. It couldn’t be that dangerous if he didn’t want sex, and besides curiosity was eating you away now, maybe it couldn’t hurt to hear what the favor was.

“Okay. What’s the favor?” It couldn’t kill you to know. Right? Right.

Taeyong hesitated, eyes flickering to the distance while he chewed his bottom lip in contemplation. Perhaps he was regretting asking you for the favor already. But when he looked back his eyes where painted in determination and sparkled with mischief.

“Well first, I need to know your name.”

“Y/N.” You swiftly spat out, wanting to get straight to the point.

“Fine, okay, Y/N. I need you to be my girlfriend.”

a/n: heyyy thank you for reading!! :)) no soundtrack today :(((( but i’ll tell you a little secret the last soundtrack for the last part of this fic is ed sheeran’s hearts don’t break around here. you’ll understand by part three. anyways hit me a message my ask box is open! - fyra

[kieran-holt]

chatzy | counselor meeting

Date: 01/07/17 Characters: Cabin counselors About: Chiron and the counselors discuss the aftermath of the Forge fire. Warning: vomit

Brent gets here early, hair still damp from the shower, and save the two seats on either side of him for Macey and Jacob.

Laurel gets there early too and offers a polite smile to Brent and then takes a seat across from him.

Brent returns the smile. "How are you holding up?"

Fizz was texting when she walked in the door. She looked at the free seat next to Laurel. "Care if I sit here?" she asked.

Laurel "Um, I'm fine," Laurel responds to Brent and then looks over at Fizz with the same tight smile. "Yeah, by all means," She says and even pulls out the chair for Fizz a little.

Jesse didn't want to wake Chase to ask him to take his place, so he walks in early as well, heading straight to an open seat without looking at anyone.

Fizz smiled and took a seat next to her. She looked at Brent and flashed a smile at him also.

Rae strolls in with her required cup of coffee needed to survive every counselor meeting and takes a seat.

Lulu skips in with a bright smile on her face. She took a seat, sitting criss-cross on it, waiting for the meeting to start.

Mikey stumbles in after Rae, his head down and takes a seat too.

Fizz tried to get Mikey's attention. "Hey, how's your brother?" she asked him quietly.

Mikey hears Fizz and looks up. It's obvious he's been through a lot as he looks tired and slightly shaken. "He's doing... better than how we found him," He responds. "He keeps thinking he's better than what his condition really is."

Macey looks up from her phone when she walks in and slides into her seat next to Brent. "Jacob's not here yet?"

Brent "No," he sighs. "Should I text him?"

Macey leans back, and low key checks to see if any of the chairs in the room are breakable. "Probably."

Fizz "Alec is baking something for him, I'm glad he's doing better," she told Mikey.

,L goes to the meeting straight from the Aphrodite cabin and takes a seat.

Brent quickly texts Jacob: 'you coming?'

Jesse was timed out

Jacob R. quickly texted back: 'do i have to?'

Macey responds because it's a group message, "lmao yeah sorry"

Mikey nods slowly. "Tell him thank you from us," He says, pausing. "I'm glad he's better too... And thank ​you​ for being there and helping us."

Ariana enters after a lot of people and then looks around and sighs and then takes a seat.

Fizz "You and Blue did most of it, I wish we were there sooner, maybe the luck would've worked," she replied.

Brent 'I have a seat saved for you.... :)'

Laurel listens to Fizz and Mikey's conversation intently tbh

Jacob R. '!!!'

Jacob R. entered after reading Brent's text and took his seat. "Thank you for colonizing this spot for me."

Mikey "I think it did help. He could have been worse. It all could have been worse."

Brent "Anytime."

Bentley wants to be literally anywhere else but here but shows up anyway.

Macey chuckles.

Ariana probably has a seat saved for Ben tbh.

Bentley takes the seat next to Ariana and stares at his hands.

Rory walks in, barely paying attention to anything. She looks around quickly, sees Mikey and beelines for the empty chair next to him. Sliding into it, she looks over at him, giving him a quiet "Hey." in greeting.

Fizz "Well, then I'm glad Alec and I could help," she replied, a bit surprised that their luck actually worked unlike what she thought.

Jack shows up and slinks quietly to his seat.

Mikey is surprised to see Rory. "Hey, he made you come?" He asks, talking about Keaton.

Chiron enters the room and glances around the group. "Is everyone here?"

Rory nods her head. "Yeah, eventually, we went back and forth for a while. I didn't want to leave him alone." She looks over Mikey, making sure he at least looked okay. "Are you okay?"

Kieran walks in, hands in his pockets, and strides toward his seat without a word or glance to anyone else.

Mikey nods as he listens to Rory. "Figures. He's so stubborn always, but I didn't know it got worse when he's hurt," He explains and then nods again. "I'm as okay as I can be right now." He shrugs sadly.

,Jesse looks up as Kieran walks in, and looks confused.

Rae glances around, "Looks like it." She answers for Chiron.

Rory smiles for a second before it drops again. "Neither did I honestly. But, he definitely does." Now she nods. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt either." Hearing Rae speak up, she looked away from Mikey, not realizing Chiron had walked in.

Laurel looks at Chiron when he talks on time omg

Chiron clears his throat. "As I'm sure you all know by now, there was an incident at the forges late last night. First of all I want to tell all of you that it was not an outside attack or from a self-proclaimed enemy. We're under no threat of attack."

Rae raises an eyebrow at Chiron's words.

Lulu gasped a little being oblivious as usually. "Do you mean someone inside did that?"

Rory tenses slightly at Lulu's question, really wanting to answer to be no.

Chiron sighs. "Unfortunately, yes. That means it was done by a camper."

Kieran isn't quite paying attention. He leans back in his seat and looks in Chiron's direction somewhat mindlessly.

Laurel "Was it intentional?" She asked Chiron, figuring that she should speak up if she was there.

Fizz 's eyes widened. "You mean someone in this camp set the forges on fire?" she asked, that's what he did say but Fizz was shocked to say the least. "If I find whoever it is, I swear," she mumbled, feeling bad for Keaton and also knowing that it could've probably easily have been her sibling in the forges.

Macey can only think about that time the armory blew up and because of this parallel looks even more upset.

Chiron sighs. "That, I don't know. I can only hope not."

,Jesse frowns and looks down.

Rory doesn't know if she should be pissed, screaming, or on the verge of tears. "Do we have any idea who it is." She says this as more of a demand than a question, not really looking at anyone as her voice shakes.

Jack folds his arms and sinks in his seat.

Brent leans back, rubbing his face.

Jacob R. clicks his tongue at the news.

Mikey is sad and stuff.

Chiron "That's why I found it important to have this meeting. I believe all of you can talk to the rest of your cabinmates. I have no idea whatsoever who would do this, and I don't want you to accuse anyone. But I would like all of you to reassure your siblings of their safety and see if they know any information that might be useful."

Macey frowns deeper, because that's much easier said than done.

Lulu doubts that Casey did it.

Fizz "How would you know it's not someone in this room," she said not directly to anyone.

Bentley leans a little closer Ariana. "How am I gonna get all of my siblings together?" he jokes under his breath.

Jack pushes his sunglasses up onto the bridge of his nose.

Kieran sighs and crosses his arms.

Brent "So, you want us to gently interrogate our siblings?"

Theo walks in, trying to go unnoticed as the group spoke amongst each other, listening intently to catch the gist of what the meeting was about.

Macey sighs and slides down her chair a bit. She won't be interrogating her siblings.

Rae "Sounds lovely." She takes a sip of her coffee.

,Jesse can't imagine any of his siblings having the energy to commit arson.

,Jesse apparently doesn't know his siblings

Jacob R. "So," he starts attempting the whole diplomacy thing. "If we catch the person that did this... What is the solution?" He wanted to suggest murder, but not everyone was into giving violence a chance.

Fizz "I don't know, maybe set them on fire," she mumbled to herself.

Ariana makes a noise at Bentley's joke on time omf

Macey looks over at Jacob, feeling #momproud.

Bentley wants to suggest something somewhat violent but really thinks it's a bad time to remind everyone he's in the room.

Brent is also #dadproud.

Rory feels her fingers start to tingle a little bit and clenches her fists, not really feeling like zapping any with lighting just because she was pissed.

Theo leaned against the wall, thinking that a simple truth spell would solve this rather than interrogating everyone, but kept his thoughts to himself, letting his mind wander back to why he didn't just stay with Letty in her cabin.

Chiron is lowkey proud of Jacob too tbh. "We can discuss that now, but I don't think a punishment is necessary unless this is something that was planned with malicious intent. I would like to give people the benefit of doubt first."

Bentley "Yeah because look how great that's turned out before..." he mumbles under his breath.

Fizz "But someone was hurt, shouldn't they get something for not being fucking careful?" she asked.

Rae "Um," She raises her eyebrows again, "No one's getting punished for damaging camp property? Or, like, arson? Isn't Keaton like, seriously hurt?"

Rory looks over at Fizz and Rae when they speak, she spoke before really realizing. "Oh yeah, Keaton's hurt." Her voice is a mix of tired and annoyed. "He was inside when it blew, and a beam crushed his leg."

Chiron "I do think the severity of a punishment is depending on the persons intention. So, what do you propose we do if this was an accident?" he asks, giving the general group the floor.

Rory looks at Chiron. "Why does that matter?? Whether or not it was on purpose they seriously hurt Keaton, and oh yeah - ​blew up the forges​!" She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. "Crush their leg with a metal fucking beam and see how they like it."

Fizz doesn't protest rory's idea.

Brent "Or maybe we don't maim people," he says to the ceiling. "Because we're better than whoever did this."

Lulu "Maybe violence isn't the best idea."

Rory doesn't look at either of them. "I'm just saying, it being an accident doesn't change what they did."

Fizz "And say it wasn't an accident? Then what?"

Jack is sitting very tensely, focusing on breathing.

,L doesn't want to have to treat another severe burn victim but doesn't say anything, resting her chin in her hands and her elbows on her knees.

Macey "What about like, revoking a lot of their camp privileges? Y'know, they can't be out past certain times, can't do certain things. Like, an ankle bracelet or house arrest or something..?"

Brent nods. "I agree, and I can't condone a violent solution."

Bentley sighs and looks at Ariana like 'are you kidding me.'

Jesse "Especially if it was an accident," he says quietly in agreements wih Brent and Macey.

Jesse: *agreement

Fizz "Again, what if it wasn't an accident?"

Kieran wonders what Malia would say or what any of his siblings might want him to say, but ultimately says nothing.

Jacob R. notices Ben's look and makes convinces himself that there isn't a reason to throw another chair in a public place like this.

Theo rests his head back against the wall, listening to the arguments on both sides, leaning more towards delivering a minor hex to the culprit. "What about solitary? It's non lethal and non violent, and still gets the point across in a pretty strong way."

Bentley looks at the new speaker and literally all colors drains from his face.

Jack has gone pale. He clutches his stomach and slouches in his his seat.

,L shakes her head. "Was anyone in the forges when the fire started? Besides the one who started it?"

Macey "If it's not an accident then we figure out something more serious when we get there? I don't know, Chiron just said to give ideas. That was my idea."

Jacob R. squints at Theo. "Nah."

Fizz hesitated for a minute, not wanting to answer L at first but instead decided she should. "Alec saw the fire and instantly went to me," she said in reply to Lavina. "But when we got back it blew up."

,L nods. "Then we don't know if the fire was malicious or not."

Jack rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17

Lulu "Is there anyway we can prove it's arson or not?"

,L frowns and puts her chin back into her hands. "Are we sure it was some​one​ who started it?"

Theo lets out a sigh. "Why not just use a spell to figure it out? I'm sure between me and Declan we can figure something out."

Jack pushes his seat away from the table as calmly as he can, muttering an apology to the person sitting beside him. He starts around the table toward the exit, increasing in speed as he gets closer. He makes it to the door, clutching the handle, but can't get the door open before he curls over and vomits onto the floor.

Lulu "Ew"

,L stands, hands out, already ready to treat Jack.

Jesse straightens up and looks up from the table to look over at Jack, worried.

Jacob R. leans over to Brent and Macey. "Yikes, am I right?"

Macey grimaces and looks away, nodding at Jacob.

Brent is watching Jack carefully.

Rae pushes her chair back but relaxes when she sees L's got it covered.

Fizz looked at Jack, confused.

Jack stands frozen at the door, his hand stuck on the knob, torn between fleeing and sinking to the ground. "Sorry."

Kieran puts his face in his hands, looking away from Jack's direction. He shakes his head, trying not to feel queasy himself.

,L walks over to Jack calmly, holding a hand out to him but not touching him. "Are you okay?"

Ariana is thoroughly grossed out.

Rory covers her nose and mouth with her shirt, looking away from the door.

Theo grimaces at the scene before him, shaking his head. "Right, that's my cue to go. I'll talk to Dex, fill in Letty and all that. Let me know if something changed," he says offhandedly to Chiron, stepping over the mess and making his exit.

Jacob R. finds it wild that so many people are so easily grossed out considering that germs were used to colonize the country they now lived in.

Jack shakes his head. "I need to go." Jack steps aside to let Theo past before following out the door.

,L frowns, looking between the vomit, the door, and then at everyone else.

Jacob R. glances at Chiron. "Should we... Continue... or?"

Rae gets up to help L, then looks behind her at everyone else, "Well, I guess we're cleaning this up."

Laurel stands when Rae does and walks over to Rae and L. "I can help." She offers.

Ariana "If he's leaving, then so am I," She says when Theo leaves and then peaces out.

,L blinks at Rae and Laurel. "With what?"

Rae looks exasperated at everyone, "I don't fucking know, but we're not gonna sit here and finish this meeting with vomit on the floor."

Brent grabs Macey's arm and whispers in her ear. "Do you think it was Jack?"

Mikey is confused why someone threw up ???? is still sitting next to Rory tbh

Jesse "I can help clean too."

Mikey "If he was sick he should have stayed at his cabin. Someone could have filled him in later." He says to Rory.

Macey was trying not to look at the scene and not feel sick herself. She blinks at Brent words, the thought not having crossed her mind. "I...I mean, that's a thought? I guess why else would he..." She motions to the floor, "Unless he was actually sick."

,L walks out, down the hall to a closet, then returns with a mop and bucket. "You guys can sit down. Too many cooks spoil the vomit."

Rory looks at Mikey and nods her head in agreement, still using her shirt as a barrier.

Macey oh was also whispering quietly to her boo

Fizz "Does someone have like perfume or some shit on them to cover up the smell?"

Rae frowns, "You sure?"

Brent nods. "Yeah, unless he's actually sick. Are there any other people in his cabin?"

Macey purses her lips, thinking. "I don't think so. He's in Phobos, right?"

,L nods, already mopping up the mess. "Uh huh. Isn't even that much."

Laurel smiles at L. "Thanks for taking one for the team," She states and then sits down again.

Jesse nods at L, but stands up anyway. "I'm, uh, gonna go then."

Rae sits back down but makes a mental note to make L some cookies or something later.

Kieran sees Jesse stand and calls out, "Wait." He stands up as well. "I'll walk you back."

Jesse pauses and looks at Kieran, even more confused now. "Okay."

,L shrugs and finishes mopping fairly quickly. When she sees that the meeting is basically over, she leaves at the same time as others, carrying the bucket and mop.

Kieran excuses himself from the table and walks out of the room, waiting for Jesse in the hall.