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jeanbie · 2 years ago

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WORDLESS #4 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex | wc: 4.9k

note: hey guys, who's reading? *silence* *tumbleweed* hope u guys like it :)

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Levi’s not a gentleman.

Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least. If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.

“It will be nice.” Levi, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Levi replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.

A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.

This red light drags forever, and Levi sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”

It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Levi. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”

“We do that all the time,” Levi says.

“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”

Levi bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family, baby.”

“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Erwin, and Sasha and whoever.”

Levi nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”

“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything.”

Levi wants to forget, but he doesn’t. Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Erwin. Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.

So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode. Sasha definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Levi acts uncomfortable about the way Erwin sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm. Actually, all Levi is thinking about is the moment that they got here.

“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Erwin’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table. Erwin sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Sasha sips nervously from her glass as Erwin laughs again at something you said.

Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.

“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Erwin says. One of Levi’s other friends, Mike (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.

Erwin once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Levi passes Erwin at the door, he glares at Erwin with eyes that could murder. Erwin doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Erwin can even move towards the table, Levi curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

“Here you go, baby, let me sit next to you,” Levi says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing. Erwin says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Levi to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.

(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”

“I own this dump.”

You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”

“Say dump one more time,” Levi warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair. It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.

The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.

“What are you watching?”

Levi moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.

“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”

“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you. He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.

You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”

“Linda Cardellini?” Levi asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.

Levi wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.

“Good day?” you ask quietly.

He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.

“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”

You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.

(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Levi travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.

He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.

Levi sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away. Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters. When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.

Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom. This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.

“Y/N?”

There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.

“Babe, you here?”

Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Levi scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.

“Y/N?” calls Levi. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.

“What?” he asks.

“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?

Levi enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.

“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”

“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the kids in my class came to class with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.” He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls. “Guess he had a cold.”

He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains. Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.

“Shitty kids,” Levi grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet. You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.

Levi looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson. There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.

“How long you had it?” Levi asks.

“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”

He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”

You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here. And I went out to see who it was when Mike came by to get your big kitty.” Another sniff and Levi’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”

“Really?”

Levi nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”

(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

“Who even takes the subway anymore?”

In reply, Levi gets an appalled scoff. “I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”

“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Levi says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth. He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner. Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.

As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Levi became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace. So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Levi tested his skills and dug out the sewing needle.

“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”

“Need to what, pay you?” Levi laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”

“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”

“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”

You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs. Levi spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it.

(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What the fuck?”

Levi shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you. Whenever Levi invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy. His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.

In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Levi can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling. After he stares long enough, you look over at him.

“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.

“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.

He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”

Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”

“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Levi questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this. Levi never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.

“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”

Levi shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re…you know…”

“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand. As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe. He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice-cream.”

Levi scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course, you’re craving the most expensive ice-cream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “We all know Phish Food’s the better flavour, by the way.”

“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”

“As if,” Levi barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying. So, Levi enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.

“Ouch, too bright!”

“Pussy,” he smirks. “Move, get your coat, we’re going out.”

“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”

“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving.”

“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.

“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”

Levi grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazy to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.

(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.

You’re the best he’s had, really.

Levi knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money. Although scary, it’s reassuring.

Levi comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video for your class that bores you to sleep. Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Forty minutes into an hour video. Levi narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time. When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.

As you watch, Levi moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen. Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.

He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.

(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

It’s not just that. Levi enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your Uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.

Until then, you must sleep. He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed. Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door. There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.

(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Levi isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity. He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people along the Han river waiting for the fireworks- he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?

“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“That stings,” Levi replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Levi rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”

“Heard it all before from my Mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”

Levi presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you so hard to please today?” Levi groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”

You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”

Levi shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.

“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”

You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”

Levi brushes it off. Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Levi actually considers you a friend. Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago. An unspoken thing hangs there like Christmas mistletoe, seen but prayed away.

Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of the river and bridge, and Levi feels you perk in his arms. As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Levi hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs. You jump, because his hands are freezing.

“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”

Levi shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”

You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”

“They feel warmer already,” he continues.

(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite

On the rare occasion that guilt really overwhelmingly consumes Levi Ackerman, he allows his guilt to control his feet. Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway. Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Levi isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression. You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?

“Here is your dessert.” The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Levi carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.

He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Levi is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.

“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”

“I didn’t make it,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”

Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Levi twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the dessert. He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get it.

He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder. Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.

After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Levi, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”

Levi shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”

“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.

“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”

You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”

He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”

Your eyes light up, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you!”

Levi rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

You don’t quite know how you ended up at Levi’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Erwin swinging by to get you from school since Levi felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Erwin drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.

Levi’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention. As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Levi’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.

Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass. Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Levi’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.

You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.

The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Levi at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on. Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.

Levi, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch. He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows. God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.

A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair. Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?

Would you die?

Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.

It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Levi returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Levi’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass. For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed. Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.

(Later, Levi finds you in Erwin’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.

“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”

Levi laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)

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vampsickle · 2 years ago

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on a leash. ☆ ( dmc4 ) dante

☆ tags - use of petnames, degradation if you squint, petplay? idk.. no plot at all. its just p*rn lol, u grind on his boot lawl, yea... afab reader but there's no use of fem pronouns.

☆ wc - 416

☆ a/n - finally doing the requests i got ^_^ anyway, i just thought this kinda.. fit dante tbh. 4dante bc hes a damn pervy freak !! anyway, i'll probably keep these a little short n simple bc i can't be damned to go over 1k words for this. anywayyyyy..

☆ synopsis - dante puts you on a leash and decides to mess around with you, just for his own amusement.

The collar that had been placed on your neck was ruby red, small spikes encircled around the entire piece of leather. Dante tugs on the leash, pulling you closer, that same smug smile on his face. He’s clearly getting off to this, seeing you on your knees, so obedient. His cock is out and he slowly strokes himself, chewing on his lip, white hair has fallen over his eyes. Every time you try to lean in closer, just close enough that you can put your mouth on him, he pushes you away. You whine every time, your pussy pulsating with need, and your thighs burn. You’re hovering over his boot, the slick from your heat running down your thighs and dripping onto the leather.

His eyes glimmer with amusement, swiping his thumb over his tip and collecting the pre-come that’s leaked out, his heart racing just as fast as yours.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you tentatively lift your head to meet his searing gaze, eyes watering, yet your entire body tingles with desire.

“Please, Dante.. I can’t— I can’t take it anymore,”

Dante lifts his boot, the cool feeling against your core makes you jolt, and you cry out. Your body was so hot, it was so painful, and that one touch was almost enough to make you cum. He continues to rub the tip of his boot against your folds, and your face falls forward onto his thigh, practically drooling on him. Just like a dog.

“Such a good puppy.. If you need it so bad, then you can get off on my thigh, baby.”

Tears roll down your flushed cheeks, as your eyes squeeze shut, and you begin to move your hips on his shoe. Dante pumps himself in time with the swaying of your hips on his boot, his breath quickening, cock twitching in his hand.

“That’s it, baby.. That’s how bad you want it, huh? That you’d get off on my boot? Damn—“

You nod frantically, sobbing and crying out his name, now moving faster. He groans, grabbing your bicep hard enough to bruise, pulling you up so you’re face to face with him. Calloused hands move to your hips, and he moves you so you hover over his cock. Dante’s eager as well, his patience has worn thin, and he couldn’t just let you cum on his boot. You deserve better than that.

“Goddamn.. I’m going to ruin you.”

#short n 2 the point...#dante x reader #dante dmc smut #dmc smut #dmc4 smut #dante smut #dmc x reader #dmc x reader smut #writing tag

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kodared · 2 years ago

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hi hello!! :)) i have been feeling a bit icky in my body as of late and was wondering if u could do howdy x trans male reader dealing with gender dysphoria? just a comfort thingy if u wouldnt mindd

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I'd be super happy to make this request for you!! I hope you feel better <3 remember to keep your chin up and remember things will get better!

I'm trans-Masc myself so i understand the struggles of dysphoria, it's an icky feeling, but things do get better as life goes on <3

Howdy X Trans!Masc Reader

{Comfort!}

Word Count: 1233

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You rolled out of bed with a groan as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your hands untangling your body from the flurry of blankets you kept on your bed.

As you moved about your house doing your daily routine, your eyes lingered on the binder you kept hanging beside your bed. You knew today was supposed to be your break day, but it couldn't hurt to wear it for a few hours could it?..

You shook your head and continued getting ready for the day. As much as you hated it, your body needed rest from binding. Your aching ribs are a reminder of that..

So with a sigh you got dressed and left your house for the day, grabbing your keys and locking the door as you exited the house. Not like you needed to anyways, you did live in the safest neighborhood around after all.

You walked through your peaceful neighborhood as you pulled out a small list of to-dos for the day, reading over it you saw the first stop was Howdys for your usual groceries. You couldn't help but smile at the prospect of seeing Howdy, you enjoyed being around him.

As you walked to Howdys your mind continued to linger on the thoughts you had earlier in the morning about your binder. Your brain practically assaulted you with thoughts about how you would never be a real man.

..It only hurt worse knowing you had a crush on Howdy, and Howdy was gay himself.

What if he never saw you as a real man? What if no one did and they were just pretending to make you happy?

Before you knew it you reached Howdys, you didn't even notice the tears that had begun to prick at the corners of your eyes.

Looking into his shop you saw him with his back turned as he restocked the shelves… You couldn't bring yourself to go in, you quickly pivoted and turned to go home.

You needed to rest. You theoretically had enough groceries to eat for the next week, and your dysphoria was too bad to be seen by anyone right now.

Especially by Howdy..

As you got home you couldn't help but lean against your door as you broke into soft crying. Normally on days like this, you would be able to push through, today however wasn't seeming like one of those days.

After a few minutes, you pushed yourself off of the door and grabbed a hoodie that you kept hanging near your bedroom door. Slipping into the comforting fabric you felt slightly better now that your chest was a bit more concealed.

You brewed some coffee to settle into your home for the day, if you were going to stay in you had to at least be productive, despite the lingering feeling of dysphoria hanging in the back of your mind.

You quickly settled into the routine of daily chores and taking care of your pets, you took extra time handling your pet corn snake Ruby. The feeling of her scales wrapping around your arm was a welcome consolation to how you felt throughout the day.

After a few minutes of holding her though you heard knocking coming from the front door. You quickly set her carefully back into her terrarium and closed the doors, walking to the front of your house as you called to tell whoever was at your door you were on the way.

As you opened the door, you hadn't expected Howdy to be there holding a few groceries in his arms.

“Y/N!.. I was gettin’ a bit worried after ya’ didn't show for your usual groceries, so I decided to deliver them to ya!..”

You couldn't help but feel yourself getting a bit flustered at the sight of the exact man you didn't want to see today. It wasn't that his company wasn't welcome, you were just anxious and feeling very bad about your appearance.

After a few moments of being stuck in your own head, you finally shook yourself out of your spiraling thoughts to talk to Howdy who was still patiently waiting for your response.

“Yeah… Sorry Howdy, I wasn't feeling my best this morning so I stayed in… Thank you for coming all this way,”

Howdy gave you his usual smile and you swore you could feel yourself practically melting for the man. You took a few of the groceries out of his hands to help him carry them inside.

“It was no trouble really!.. Sorry to hear your not feelin’ well Y/N”

As you set down a few groceries on the counter, Howdy made his way over to you and put one of his hands on your head. If you weren't blushing already you most definitely would be now.

“Hm… Ya’ don't feel like you got a fever… Do ya got a sore throat?..”

You nervously chuckled and pushed Howdys hand away, looking anywhere but at him as you occupied your hands with putting away a few produce items he brought you.

“Haha… No, no I'm not physically sick… It's more like I just don't feel like going out today.. Got a bit of body issues,”

Howdy looked at you with a worried expression, he moved to be beside you as you continued putting your groceries away.

“You can talk to me if ya’ want Y/N… I'm always happy to help ya through whatever your going through,”

You felt your hands freeze and you finally turned to look at Howdy, the anxious part of your brain didn't want to let him in. It wanted to seclude and push him away.

…The rational part however knew Howdy cared about you and how you were feeling.

Before your anxiety could flare up you moved to hug him, his multiple arms providing you with a sense of security as you could feel tears slowly make their way down your face. All the while Howdy just rubbed your back and whispered sweet condolences in your ears.

After a few minutes of crying it out, you were able to speak about what had been bothering you. You told him everything, varying from how you thought no one really saw you as a man, to how you felt about him.

The last part slipped out unexpectedly, but you couldn't find it in yourself to hold it in any longer. You cared and loved Howdy, and you couldn't keep your feelings hidden for long.

Howdy gave you one of his award-winning smiles as he carefully picked you up, and moved over to your living room. Placing you and himself down on the couch as he continued to hold you.

“No matter how you look Y/N you'll always be a man, and no matter what your brain says to you. Your important and special to me Y/N… Never forget that.”

You felt your heart warmed by Howdys sweet words and how he continued to hold you, You supposed spending the day in with Howdy wouldn't hurt…

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Hope you enjoyed!! This week ill be working to get more requests out and posted<3

Also thank you so much for 200+ Followers!!!! Means alot to me <3 <3

#howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar x you #howdy pillar x y/n #comfort #dysphoria #body dysphoria #anxiety #welcome home #asks #oneshot #oneshots

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brilliantfantasticgeronimo · 6 months ago

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legend of ruby sunday let's gooo

TWO SHADES OF RED

ruby is so overhwelmed bless her lol

hOWS YOUR UNCLE. YOU SEXY BITCH SDKLFJ HOW YOU THINK!!!!??

they are making unit too quirky for them not to become a spin off lol

15 WILL flirt with your staff kate and you WILL endure it

screaming the clip was just the first clip. whats gonna happen

"Even I got that" SDKJ THE META

IS THAT SIGNIFICANT"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ya'll are so self-conceited. millions of people are called susana. / i say this while vibrating at the rate of a neutrino star

"susan IS the name of my grandaughter" NOT WAS. IS !!!!

"we'll get him" is that a musk ref. rtd, musk is not a genius lol

"but what for" asking the tough questions

(also regeneration as a disguise…. what a good idea)

JUST DONT GO CHANGING YOURS OOK

"cant we just pipe in a bit of applause " the meta……..

mel pulling a 73!yards ruby

"we have another mystery woman" "ruby sundayyyyyyyyyyy" "you could've warned me" wtf i love tem. i love this. absolute bonkers vibes for a finale. (the horrors will start at any second)

ruby/rose flirting…….. ?? :eyes emoji:

doctor who wasMEANT to have a bunch of middle aged / old

women characters

stsly i love this energy "I love devina" amazing.

"you love to break the rules" she knows her uncle so well

WE CAN SHARPEN THE IMAGE. ENHANCE!!!

im enjoying how the fantasy / scifi plot mystery is tied to this very real personal thing for ruby.

ruby rose holding hands………………. im seeing.

"they never give me proper work" gee i wonder why rose!!! you think your mom wants you out there doing torchwood style suicide missions. cmon.

"he was a postman. she was a dinner lady" hmm

MEL IN HER LIL' ORANGE SCOOTER. OBSESSED!!!!!!!!

CARLA ON ACTION!!!!!!!!! GO GO GO

go get miss flood??????? A???????????

IM ALWAYS HIDING MYSELF AWAY

dont leave it to her oh my god. rip cherry.

(btw god bless. the hallway crack from the christmas special is still there lol)

ms flood nailing the old relative backhanded compliment

IT'S ABOUT TIME I CAUSE TROUBLE FOR MYSELF

HE WAITS NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT QUITE. NOT YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im vibrating so much

oof this is so good. this is so TRUE. "you need roots of your own not a senile old man" updated to "i bring disaster"" aggg

15 is so healthy guys. so healthy

"what if you just said hello to her face?" i cant believe this is happening ya'll. russel really said "the five doctors was BULLSHIT. im gonna fix-it fix this shit" and went and did it. icon

ill have some of that <3 !!!! (lol thats right kate. he'll never trust u like them!!! deal with it)

a phoenix is just a bird until it burns… awesome. what the fuck does that mean

thats right stammer. you're barred from unit. motherfucker 15 is so rude. love him

MANCHESTER MOMENT

MASSIVE INFORMATION FROM THE VHS. I LOVE THIS ABSOLUTE NONESENSE.

ooo the music did a little thing. hold on to your butts babes we about to get DRAMA

unit has better toys. but are they competentent? LOL

clara and the leaf energy tbh (complimentary)

(oh is ruby susan's daughter therefore 15' daughter????) love the snow thing tbh . rtd was like im about to give dw fanartists an easy motif to add to their art for years. thanks king "time has tides and hollows and secrets"

(this transition effect………. very pertwee era intro….. :eyes emoji:) memory is time!!!!

"you cant move" omg impossible mission moment. fathers day moment. 15/ruby dont know how to step moment!!!!!!!!!!!

this is rtd's thought process lol "time … memory… ah shit.. MEMORY TIME MACHINE THERE WE GO"

damn carla and ruby got me here.

"my memory of this keeps changing"

rip chipzode probably

T.T rubes

what the actual fuclk

Close the window!!!!

when is that thing, inspector spacetime???????

it's the beast!! (carla dont name the undefined thing on the "everything becomes what you name it season" o h my gOD)

I AM IN HELL

im loving the coloring/lighting in this episode. everyone looks very sharp and nice

"i bring disaster" hehe

finally some good fucking [kate vs doctor antagonism]

15 frustrated because he finally has to come back from buying the cigarattes/ bread

"FINISHED? STOP GRIZZLING AND FIX IT". mel!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats

mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you mel!!!!!!!!!!!!

rtd said im gonna write a season that is SO self referential. thank u

for writting this show for the weirdos only. (We might run out of disney money tomorrow but TODAY we relish)

brigadier picture!!!

missing episodes restoration commentary? lol (if i was rtd i would have named harriet ms. bachel color)

"i'd remember a handsome chap like you" um. let's no go there!!! thanks

i told u doc u absolute anxious nerd. there's millions of susans!!! (not convinced this isnt anything yet)

the music is doing things

"being an ambulance?" mel u have always been in doccy who. catch up!!!

reverse the polarity of the VHS

(ALSO very 00's/90's "therre's something hiding in the music if u play it backwards Zeitgeist ("Blink"'s dvd easter egg realness))

donna this is all ebcause you had to go and spill that damn coffee. chodizee's blood is on YOUR hands

leave the tardis alone… "then they get wise, and they try to destroy it"

"thank you, and i love you, and good bye" aaaaaaaaa

our tecnology spreads lies and fraud!!! im gonna count that as aBINGO. taking my prize in cash beebs. thank!!!

"you do not question, you move" ummmmm

master? rogue? valeyyard? rassilon? omega? suttek? omega??? rani?? ???

harriet arbingers. rip.

A DREAM OF A WORLD WITH ORANGE SKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol love this. going over the theories

THE MARA MENTION!!! TEGAN NATIO N WE R I S E

suketh!!!!!! well there it is lol (damn wish i had rewatch Pyramids so i could be more excited about this dklfjsdklfjdskldfs) (also def saw ppl on reddit calling that "second anagram" ou t sdklfjsd)

"did you think i was family, doctor?" rude.

CONCLUSIONS!!!

tbh this had a looooot of good character moments but i think it was mostly a "putting the chessboard pieces in place" episode. still tho damn, those characters moments. highlighting carla/ruby giving me emotions, sutekh/doctor taunting, doctor/kate antagonism MY BELOVED, ruby/rose (best ship name?????), doctor/mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being everything!!!!, doctor finally dealing with the susan of it all!!!! (ilu for this rtd). doctor/ruby being super cute and queer before experiencing THE HORRORS, idk how i feel about the reveal since tbh i didnt care much for that serial sdlfkjsdfds but hey. anyway excited for next week. tv show reveal def coming for the second-act-reversal !!!!!/is a hopeless case ALSO enjoyed the filming of this as well (snow! vhs effect!!!) and this is def the most interesting UNIT has ever been lol

#dw spoilers #the legend of ruby sunday #dw meta #i dont want to wait a week TOT

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alphabetboyluvr · 1 year ago

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bad decisions - jjk | ten

When his story pops up—a repost of tomorrow night's paint party event at Dionysus—you find yourself clicking through to your DM thread without much thought. You know he's at work. Know it's a 50/50 whether or not he'll get back to you before your mind begins to berate you again for how miserable you feel. It's a simple message—Hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later. JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure? You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie. You: Just wondering how the kids are. Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days. JustJK: Missing their mother.

Bad Decision #10 - Blonde

warnings: b is in her bleach era. love that for her!! jaykay is in the chapter for like 1.5 seconds and still manages to be the best thing about it. also if u think wow holly sometimes your chapters end very similarly, uhhh yes. ur right. mainly because my brain is smooth but also because jungkook is a creature of habit! it's within his character traits! not because im stupid! even if i am!

soundtrack: space - audrey nuna; blonde - maisie peters

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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You suppose you really shouldn't be surprised when Seokjin leaves you on read. It happens as soon as he escapes the city, just like it always does.

It's always the same; he'll come back to town for a few days—to visit friends, his family, or maybe for a haircut with the only barber he trusts—then leaves just as quickly as he comes.

The predictability of it all would be funny, you think, but your knees are getting worn out from how many times you fall for it; his charm, his deception, his pretty lips that soothe the burn of his selfish choices.

He'll be radio silent for a while, and then suddenly, as if he's finally changed the batteries in his walkie-talkie, he won't be. It'll most likely be when he's on his way back to town in a few months time.

The saddest part is that you know you'll want to see him when he does. Will have the burning desire to show him just how well you've been; how well you've coped without him.

Most of all? You'll want him to know just how much you don't need him.

Inevitably, he'll end up in your bed, and you'll end up all in your head—again—overthinking and underestimating just how easy it is for him to drop you. Forgetting just how badly he fucked you up, only for him to remind you in the most callous of ways.

When Danbi comes home on Thursday night—three days since Seokjin's last message—she knows exactly what's happened. You've got a special kind of pout reserved for Seokjin-related upsets. It's always a little soft yet incredibly hard to break.

"You gotta stop letting him in," she says over a glass of red. She hates the taste, but loves the soft buzz in the pit of her stomach. Though she's much better suited to Moscato, Danbi will never turn her nose up at free wine.

If she knew why you were drinking it, she might consider rejecting it.

Seokjin's favourite. You'd bought it on the way home from work. Just couldn't help yourself.

Had figured that at least when you hugged yourself to sleep that evening, your lips would taste like his used to do, on the nights when he'd tell you that you're the most delightful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. Would be all giggly. Wine drunk. Happy. In love.

But it's been a while since he did that. Feels like a lifetime ago, now.

You shrug as you let the ruby-red liquid swirl in your glass. Fighting against your feelings feels like swimming against the tide.

Always struggling to breathe. Never winning. Failing. Falling.

"I don't know how to, Dan."

"But you do," she insists.

And she's right. Of course you do.

His number has never been blocked, but a simple restriction of access to you would solve so many of your problems.

Thing is, you kind of like him still being your problem. At least that way, on a technicality, he's still yours. Kind of.

Every time he comes back to the city, it's still your bed that he ends up in.

Never for the night. Just for an hour or two. Long enough for you to convince yourself that he can't stay away.

The lies you let your mind whisper are insidious. You're irresistible. He's still just as affected by you as you are by him. He can't possibly leave you.

And yet he does, each and every time.

He doesn't ever let you go. Not fully. Whenever you think you're getting over it, he shows up just to get you under him; his thumb, his spell, his body.

You're halfway through the bottle of wine when Danbi tells you once more that you need to get Seokjin out of your hair.

You've reached the end of it by the time you're grabbing your purse and heading for the closest Olive Young.

It's just down the street, by the crossroads that lead into town, and the staff there have seen you in worse states. A little tipsy has nothing on the mascara-stained eyes they used to be greeted with during the worst days of the breakup.

"Sure about this?" Danbi asks just to check before you take the boxes in your hands to the counter.

"Absolutely not, but he always hated me blonde," you grin a little sardonically. The happiness that comes with this change will be temporary, but you have to remind yourself that so was he. "At least even if I can't resist him, he'll resist me."

Peroxide and perhaps a little fried, your blonde hair had caught his attention in the early days - but you had dyed your hair dark in a bid to keep it.

He'd said some bullshit in a conversation amongst friends about his preferences, and how he favoured the 'natural look'. You weren't together at the time, not officially - but everyone there was a friend of his. They all knew you'd be going home with him. It only took two boxes of dye to get him asking to be exclusive. A week later he was introducing you to his friends as his girlfriend.

Funny what a little bit of conformity can do for a man who loves playing by the rules.

You assume his desire to tick the boxes and do what is expected of him is also why he was such a bellend when it came to the glitter you liked to dust yourself in.

Nobody's perfect though, so he was willing to overlook it. Was just one of the flaws he perceived in you. When you love someone, you accept them.

He ultimately never grew to love it, but for a while, you thought he might.

Bleach boxes in one hand, another bottle of wine in the other, you waste no time and head straight for the bathroom. Danbi follows you right in. She's always there to lend a hand or at least provide a Spotify playlist to get you through your woes.

Folding the powder into the developing lotion by the sink, you know your bleach-induced bathroom antics could get you a spot in a Brad Mondo video.

All a little haphazard, you're without a mixing bowl and brush, so are having to use an old takeout container and a plastic spoon, instead.

It's not quite how the instructions suggest you should mix it all up, but no good ever comes from following the rules.

You'd tried for Seokjin, and look where that got you.

Unlike him, trusty Tupperware has never done you dirty before. No reason why it should now.

Danbi sits on the closed toilet seat, legs crossed, a small bottle of bubbles in her hand. The bubbles had been a Christmas party favour from the office job she'd quit four months ago. Rediscovered when she'd been cleaning her room earlier that day, Danbi had taken to blowing pretty little bubble flurries your way all afternoon.

Your reflection is captured in the peacock sheen of the bubbles while you study your rapidly developing hair in the mirror.

You haven't bothered to change out of your shirt. It's not yours. One of Seokjin's. It's navy, and you hope the bleach ruins it.

"I think I've fucked up," you say all rather calmy, talking about your hair and not the shirt. It's not the end of the world if you have. Just hair, you always think.

Danbi shrugs. Has clearly spent too much time in your company, because she echoes exactly what you're thinking: "Just hair, babe. It'll grow."

That's the joy of your friendship; you both encourage each other with the same dumb remarks whenever you feel like you've reached the point of no return.

After all, if you can't go back?

Go forward.

"Plus," she adds, blowing more bubbles instead of taking a breath. "You can just chalk it up to being your hot mess era."

"Been in that for months already," you smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. You prod a little at your roots, and know that you definitely should have waited a little longer to work the bleach up to them. Bollocks.

You've done this enough times to know you'll end up with a gold band haloing around the top of your hair thanks to how easily your roots always lift. Nightmare.

"Exactly, so you may as well look the part," Danbi encourages. Worst influence going, she is. Also the best at times, too. You find comfort in the fact she won't always say what you want to hear, but what you need to hear instead.

The conversation dissolves into empty chatter, gossip about Danbi's dog walking clients, mentions of Taehyung and how he's still trying to talk her into a mates-rates discount despite the fact they aren't actually 'mates'. She asked you about your Bartender That Smiles, and you say he's all good - before you have to insist there's nothing going on there.

"He's got issues with his ex," you explain.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't they all? Boys and their first loves, I swear to God."

"Not sure she was his first," you defend, though you're not sure why. The thought lingers as you rummage around for an old tube of toner that you know you have hiding in the bathroom cabinet somewhere. It's been a while since your hair was pale enough to take toner, so it's been pushed right to the back.

Danbi is shooed from her perch on the toilet seat and into the living room as you let the shower run to heat it a little.

The first crash of water against your skin is lukewarm. Tepid. Unappealing, but necessary.

You hate anything other than boiling-you-alive degrees celsius, but know you need to be kind to your hair after the torture you've put it through. The water runs cloudy until the bleach is rinsed out, and then it runs purple thanks to your silver shampoo. It pools around your feet and seeps into the drain. Wishful thinking has you hoping memories of Seokjin will do just the same.

It's just to preemptively tone it, but you can't help but worry about the pigment taking too strongly on your roots.

The ash toner you found in the cupboard is in a box by the sink. You plan on putting that over the top of whatever mess your hair is anyway, but it doesn't hurt to get a head start on the process.

The water glistens a deep violet, briefly coating your skin - and for some reason, all you can think about is Jungkook, and how you'd really like to be downing a Purple Starfucker (or five) with him right now. He really is the perfect distraction.

Still, you have a task at hand. You rinse your hair; ring it out. Sigh as you frown at the mess that greets you in the mirror—lilac roots, a yellow band haloing just like your thought it would, and silver ends. Brilliant.

It's as you're sitting with Danbi in the living room a little while later - body wrapped in a towel that isn't half as fluffy as Jungkook's favourite, ashy toner smothering your peroxide blonde hair - that you notice your phone flash on the coffee table.

Danbi clocks it first, and stifles a laugh as she reads the screen. "Isn't that the guy from the club?"

You assume she means Jungkook, and are a little perplexed to see it's Jimin's name on your screen instead.

"Yeah... Jimin. Smooth talker, shit shagger."

"A glowing review."

"Hey, I still let him think he was good," you say as you reach for your phone to read his message out loud to Danbi. "You guys out tomorrow night?"

Sipping on her wine, Danbi raises a brow. Shakes her head in confusion. "He hoping for round two?"

"Fuck knows."

It's just gone midnight, so you consider maybe he's thinking about his desire for a hook-up, and is hoping for a safe bet in the form of you.

And so you don't reply. If he double texts, you'll just lie and say you've fallen asleep.

The scent of your toner is beginning to give you a headache, so you go to rinse it and bid farewell to your final day as a brunette.

Sleep evades you. Doesn't want to let go of who you were, apparently. Wine makes you sleepy, and yet you're wired as if you've just had a triple shot americano.

But then it's three in the morning, and all you can seem to smell is the deep conditioner you bathed your hair in that evening.

Somehow, when you look to the empty space beside you - delicately ruffled, a dent prevailing in the pillow - you convince yourself that you can smell fig leaves and coconut. The notes of his favourite aftershave linger like the ache in your chest. It's hollow, and you can't work out why it hurts quite as much as it does.

If there's nothing there, how can it be so painful?

You sniff back tears that fail to truly form and pull your phone from beneath your pillow. It's hard to move your fingers when they're tangled up in puppet strings that Seokjin is refusing to let go of, but eventually you manage to tap through some Instagram stories in a bid to distract yourself from him.

Inspirational quotes don't do much for you, nor do the engagement pictures of people you haven't given a second thought since graduation. There's an abundance of them. Smiling faces. Diamonds, or maybe just cubic zirconia. Fresh sets of nails, hands that are pink and warm from the heat of whoever's been holding them.

It's a curious thought; what people who haven't spoken to you in years must think of you now.

You were the one who was going to succeed. Going far in life, made for a boardroom, would look incredible in a pantsuit—and yet you're working in a cafe, first-class degree of no more worth than the tissue paper you flush down the toilet.

See, you switched out life goals for glitter. You wear it like armour; protect yourself from the world around you. Who cares about seriousness and success when you're a constant disco? Not you. Could never be you.

Or at least, you hope that's what people think. Hope that no one realises you're covering yourself in artificial shine; like a canvas in acrylic because you were too impatient to watch the oil paint dry.

One day you'll glow. Glow for real.

For a while, you thought you had been with Seokjin.

All you see when you look in the mirror these days is tarnished silver; copper alloy pretending to be much more than what it really is. Your skin will turn green eventually.

There is, however, one person you've managed to fool.

It's a simple message—hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later.

JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure?

You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie.

You: Just wondering how the kids are <3

Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days.

JustJK: Missing their mother.

JustJK: Perry the Pigeon almost fell earlier.

JustJK: Roger the Robin looks like he has a broken wing.

JustJK: Must be one of yours. Inherited his mother's wonkiness <3

With each message that comes through, your smile grows wider in the midnight darkness of your bedroom.

You: Careful or I'll file for joint custody.

You: Get poor Roger away from his father's cruel remarks <;/3

There's an ease to how you joke together, both aware of how unserious you are. There's no second-guessing, no worrying about saying the wrong thing. If you do, you'll say sorry and move on. No harm, no foul.

JustJK: Your appeal won't hold up in court, Byeol.

JustJK: You've neglected them ever since you spawned them.

JustJK: Haven't even paid them a visit!!!

Laughter stifles in your throat as your body curls up into a more comfortable position. The audacity of this boy, you think, ignoring the way he manages to get you entirely focused on something that isn't your own despair.

You: You've got full custody!!!

JustJK: And you're still allowed to come for supervised visits!!!!!

JustJK: smh and to think you call yourself their mother.

JustJK: I'm their mother now.

You pout at your screen, and whine a small little 'nooo'.

You: They need me :(

JustJK: Come and see them, then. They miss their mother.

You: Tomorrow?

He reads the messages instantly, but takes a little longer than usual to reply. It worries you slightly. Makes you more aware of your surroundings. The scent of Seokjin's aftershave begins to permeate the air once more.

Until, all rather suddenly, it doesn't anymore.

JustJK: I'm not working tomorrow night, but Jimin's insisting on going to the paint party—you coming?

You: Will Perry the Pigeon be there?

JustJK: If he falls before I leave for the club, then yes.

It's not a bad proposition. One that quite intrigues you. One that has you agreeing, and him telling you to fuck off and go to sleep. He's got work to do, he says.

It's actually quite quiet at the club—Yeonjun just caught him looking at his phone with a dumb smile a few too many times for Jungkook's liking. Doesn't wanna get caught out again.

Especially doesn't want him catching onto the fact that there's a reason Jungkook's eyes light up like Disco Balls when he looks at his phone.

Yeonjun doesn't really have friends who are girls, Jungkook reasons with himself. Won't understand that he's perfectly capable of having a little flirt without it meaning anything more than that—after all, isn't that just what banter is? Friendly flirting? He does it with the boys all the time. Doesn't mean fuck all. Just fun.

Jungkook's a couple of years older than his cerulean-haired coworker, and has learnt the hard way that you really shouldn't escalate friends above the level of purely platonic. One day Yeonjun will realise this.

For now, though, Yeonjun'll shag anyone who looks at him in the right direction. Has probably already ruined a few good friendships. Doesn't even realise he's done it.

Jungkook trusts himself not to make the same mistakes he's made in the past with you. Thinks that he's pretty happy with how things are. Has missed the dynamics of friendships with girls. Is looking forward to Monday movie night with you and Danbi again.

And yet when he gets home to find Perry the paper pigeon on his bed, he can't help but smile.

You wake up to a picture of the fallen bird in your DMs, and even though you'll whine and complain about it when you see him that evening, all you can do is smile, too.

JustJK: Looks like we're having a wholesome family trip to Dionysus tonight.

You: Mummy and Daddy reunited at last <33 Perry will be so happy.

JustJK: It's okay, you don't have to lie.

JustJK: I know you're talking about yourself, not Perry.

Jungkook doesn't send the message where he tells you not to call him Daddy. Knows you'll read into it; tease him about it. It's not like he's got a thing for it, or anything, he just... maybe wouldn't be opposed to it, and so he'd rather not be called it when he's having casual conversations with you. Wouldn't wanna get flustered.

Part of you already knows this. Is precisely why you'd said it. It's not really your style, not the kind of thing that gets you going.

But it is also exactly why you choose to end your next message with, 'See you tonight, Daddy x'.

You're laughing as you send it.

And as he receives it, Jungkook groans. Buries his head into his pillow. Crumples Perry a little in the process. Whines.

"Don't fuck this up, Jungkook."

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markiafc · 30 days ago

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so it’s been on my mind since u mentioned having hopes for where the spn plot goes, if you haven’t posted them already i would loveee love to hear your thoughts 👀

i've tried answering this off-and-on, then got really busy, then forgot what i was thinking of when i left that comment about possible ends for sammy winchester. i said it when i was watching s2, you sent me this ask when i was watching s3, and i'm answering it now while over halfway into s4.

the bottom line is exactly like what the show is foreshadowing: all the psychic stuff and/or demon blood stuff is only going to escalate, and inevitably, reach a destructive peak wherein sam is no longer himself. he's going to hurt people. or maybe that doesn't happen, but the dark power feels so overwhelming and painful it scars him deeply. forever.

it's primarily because i was so taken by s1e9 home, when sammy first starts having intense and violent visions about his childhood home + s1e14 nightmare where sam connects with the other psychic boy who was abused by his father and uncle. and the sinister nature and origin of their powers starts to really take shape.

at the time, i didn't have all the details i have now - the sordid history between yellow-eyes and the winchester family and the demon blood feeding. i just love the narrative thread where...... there's a really scary, bad, and evil force/agent out there. you've been hurt by it, likely when you were very young. and now you're older, that dark touch manifests as the preternatural.

summer sons' andrew blur, who is a very important person to me, can fall under this umbrella pretty nicely. sammy's blood-feeding reveal.... that was huge for me, it validated the comparisons i made in my head between s1 sammy and andrew. andrew's ghost shit, his ambiguously ominous powers, his connection with the gothic-but-real. (spoilers..?) it stems from him being 12 and forcefully fed human blood. it inducts him into the blood owner's cursed family. the way that metaphor was in summer sons, i connect to spn and sammy. it's not a one-to-one of course, one story just enriches the other and my readings of both.

the other part of this is that sammy winchester is... also like star wars' anakin skywalker. ruby makes a similar reference in s4e9, "sam going dark side", was super exciting for me because it's how i've understood his arc too! he's framed as the evil brother, dean the good brother a la anakin, obi-wan, etc.

and, i mean. anakin's moral character deteriorates, he is increasingly accosted by horrific visions, he's so isolated and pained, he seeks the guidance of the devil. and then vaders out. andrew ultimately secures a better ending for himself, but the road is rough. similar deal, fucked up powers, violent visions and dreams that wound his psyche and his body. he gives in more and more to that dark feeling inside him, can't stop tapping into that power. in another world, one that i think about a lot, it leads to andrew committing suicide. that's the trajectory of it i think, his awful spiral. but his intervention arrives and things change.

i don't know how sam's arc is going to wrap up at the end of s5. but i know more or less the themes, the feelings involved with his narrative because i've been here before. so far i'm getting what i want - sammy playing peekaboo with his demon blood & associated qualities. back and forth with ruby, arguing with dean about it. the visual of sweat + migraines + nosebleeds. the sick and twisted pleasure it gives him to perform these little mind tricks.

i hope it blows up in his face. i hope it wrecks him completely, maybe even beyond repair. i hope sam becomes the biggest, baddest fucker in demon town to a brother who's been to hell. and they argue at each other about it a ton. everyone knows something very bad is waiting to happen to sammy winchester, and i sure hope it does......!!!!!

#me is mark #long but true and honest #i started watching spn in relation to summer sons. summer sons studies if you will.#so the connection in my mind is destined #plus also sammy's character setup and arc just appeals to me on a base level #i've had this itch scratched by other stories/characters before #pondered a lot about them and my feelings #so old thoughts for another are already coming out fully-formed for sam #a violated cursed selfish boy detached from the rest of human society 😌😌😌#anyway ily gromky <3 hope this was a satisfactory answer to an old ask

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clitbiter · 6 months ago

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going to put my theories to words instead of just yapping at my boyfriend and us thinking so hard all the time. BUT! been seeing a lot of theories abt ruby going around, and i really like the one of her being from the land of fiction/apart of the pantheon.

however i wanna take it a step further bc im crazy and fueled by others’ craziness and delusions. so, someone said that ‘WHAT IF RUBY IS RIVER!!! R.S.!!!’ and like… ok. maybe. but i was thinking that since river is forever in hal or for however long the showrunners want her there and such, maybe there’s a possibility that she had a child inside of hal? and because she’s her, ruby somehow made her way into the real world? so still somewhat like the theories of ruby not being real/entirely real, but like. a twist. like river could be the one carrying ruby ? a stretch but idk.

also there are rose is coming back truthers and sadly some evidence is too stacked i feel for me to even disagree without thinking real real hard. but i think that the similarities between ruby and rose are very intentional (at least i can hope because i don’t want it to be bad writing but it isn’t even bad writing because truly ruby is such an engaging and wonderful character and i love her so much (more than rose and i don’t even believe in recency bias so fuck off)). so, along the line of they will find a way to bring rose (and david tennant) back, rose and tentoo have a kid and it’s RUBY! and idk something happens and rose happens to be in her old universe and has to give ruby up. and maybe rose is the one who waits? however i would truly hate that because with whatever that implies, it will always have something to do with the doctor and her story has BEEN FINISHED since doomsday i would say and i enjoy her being able to have her happy ending with tentoo because i do love that storyline sorry. SORRY SUE ME FOR NOSTALGIA AND AN ENDGAME LIKE DOUBLE FINALE SORRYYYYY!!!! but i like that rose got her happy ending with the doctor, albeit not hers, but that adds to it obvi but i DIGRESS!! anyways i just hope rose isn’t the one who waits because that would like. ruin her character development at best and do something awful and irreversible at worst or smth idk. unless they find a fun way to do it better.

but also then there’s susan twist and mrs. flood… but anyways i am just very excited for boom!!!!! cannot wait cannot wait at all going to scream and die yk. anyways thank u for coming to my ted talk going to post more dw thoughts on here bc that’s all i think abt anyways

#anyways watching time heist rn HELLO JONNY BAILEY LMFAOOO #he’s been such a subject of conversation this week it’s very funny #anyways i lurv doctor who i have never been so excited and pumped and loving life just thinking about doctor who and theories ever before #doctor who #yappin #ADDINGN! that the thing that could cause rose to come into the og universe with ruby is the pantheon seeping into that universe #but that would piss me off bc it’s like rtd please u are better than reusing ideas. please don’t just copy ur old seasons ur gonna piss me #off sir. but i feel like obviously that’s the answer bc for this season that’s the overarching villain and such

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(OOC WARNING: THIS TRANSCRIPT CONTAINS BLOOD GORE BODY HORROR DEATH IMPLIED CANNIBALISTIC THOUGHTS MILD IMPLIED CANNIBALISM EYE TRAUMA GUNSHOTS AND SUICIDAL IDEATION PLEASE PROCEED BELOW THE CUT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript like most begins from a front shirt pocket, someone appears to be looking at the other people in the room. Two of which are in a wagon playing on a computer.]

?: Ok guys. Y'all ready?

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Mhm.

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

?: I..i think.

[Voice Identified: William.]

?: Um… What's the plan again?

[Voice identified: Cassidy.]

M: Simple you, me, Delilah, Edgar. And… Where's Ethan?

W: That’s..a good question. I’ll go grab him?

M: Yeah uh I'll just keep recapping the plan? Or wait on you two?

W: I think I've drilled it into him a bit too much, he should know!

[Will chuckles a bit, and walks away, its footsteps audible.]

M: Ok, well we're going to go lead Ruby and uh basically anyone that chases us to the maintenance tunnels to buy us time to break the window in Mai's office. Will is… Uh ask Will I don't actually remember. And Rose and Sparrow are going straight to the office once we distract that which needs to be distracted.

[A woman with long curly brown hair stands up, scratching her own bandages.]

?: And you all are going to follow the plan?

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

M: I know I will. Edgar?

E: Dude. Of course I will.

C: If anything happens to you, me and Sparrow are going to punch you.

?: I’ll throw one in too!

[Voice Identified: Ethan.]

[Will and Ethan walk into frame again, though this time the shorter one looks somewhat anxious, clutching at his head discreetly.]

M: Will? You good?

W: Oh, yeah! Im-I’m fine, just, stress headache, ya know? [It lets out a nervous laugh.]

E: You too, huh?

C: Where are you going Will?

W: Ah, just. Keeping a promise I made a long time ago, kid. I’ll be right behind you guys, won't even realise i'm gone.

M: If we have to find you… We will.

[Edgar appears to be bouncing back and forth on his feet, his hands jitter slightly.]

[Just barely out of frame, someone can be heard tripping and stuttering to put… Something back on their head.]

[Will looks over, first to Edgar, then towards the noises. Its eye notably widens, and he quickly shuts it grimacing as he clutches harder at its head.]

M: [Whispered.] Fuck.

W: U-uhm. You guys promise me something, okay? All of you, you included Ethan. You’re all gonna get out. Alive. Fucking alive and okay, alright?

R: Yep. You too. I owe one fucking thing to my sister and that's not make the same mistake twice.

?: If you don't get out I'm burning the mall.

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

[Edgar glances around a little, before smiling at Will, and nodding.]

E: Of course.

M: Yep um yeah anything you say dude!

W: G-good. You all better stick to that. Except, maybe, the burning down the mall bit Sparrow. I..I'm gonna head down. You guys better fucking stick to it.

M: Cool. Are you all ready? Edgar, Ethan, Cassidy, Delilah?

[Will sneaks off of the camera frame, whilst Ethan replies.]

Eth: Yeah. I am.

M: Edgar?

E: Yeah, let’s fucking do this.

[He hefts his crowbar in both hands, spinning it in his hands.]

C: I've been ready for the past… However long I've been here.

?: [Muttering.] Fuck fuck fuck fuck

[Voice identified: Delilah..?]

Eth: What?

De: [Normal voice.] Nothing! Haha… I'm ready!

R: Sparrow give me my computer!

Sp: No!

R: Peony will be safer in my bag!

[Sparrow turns to face away from Rose, leading to Rose just snatching the computer from the wagon.]

Sp: HEY!

M: We should get going. Be safe dealing with Emi you two?

R: Yep. Be safe dealing with… Whatever.

M: Come on you 4.

E: Alright.

[Mari turns around to begin walking out the doorway, 4 sets of footsteps heard behind them as they slowly walk around the mall.]

C: How are we supposed to find this ‘Ruby’ thing?

M: Do any of you have a knife?

Eth: Will took mine.

M: Edgar? You got a knife?

E: Just my crowbar.

M: Is it sharp?

E: … I’m not going to let you guys use this thing to draw Ruby closer.

M: Fine s- Oh fuck it I give up Sarah you have a knife?

De: Yep… You sure that's a good idea?

M: Even if this is transcribed, we'll be out by the time it's posted.

Eth: Even if it picks up, isn’t Will a bit away now? That “thing” shouldn't hurt us?

M: Wait… Wait wait wait fuck ok Sarah knife we gotta speedrun!

[Delilah(?) throws Mari the knife, both of Mari's hands appear in frame as they use the pocket knife to slice open their right hand and begin waving it around.]

M: Virus can't hurt us. But it could hurt… Will.

Eth:..he wouldn’t just take that. Surely not.

M: He wouldn't have a choice!

Eth: But, he-

M: IT'S A VIRUS DUDE! IT CAN DO THINGS AND WILL CAN'T STOP IT!

E: Guys, no fighting, please. Focus on the plan.

C: Yeah… My head hurts.

De: Also! If we're fighting when we find Ruby we will die.

C: Wait. Ruby will kill us?

M: Edgar explain. Please?

E: I… fine. So… Ruby is… essentially just a killing machine now. Ruthless. So, if we get too distracted during this portion, we’re going to get torn to shreds.

C: Oh.

M: Yeah and uh… Look alive gang. I can see where she is.

[Mari points to a faint green glow just barely in frame, it appears to be coming from a hallway somewhere.]

Eth: Ah, shit.

E: Be ready to start running.

M: Yep.

De: Good thing we stole good boots for this whole Delilah thing.

C: Is now a bad time to mention my breathing isn't great? ‘Asthma’ I think it's called.

De: Me and Mari have a friend with a fucked up lung, don't worry we got you kid.

E: … Why isn’t Ruby walking around?

M: Maybe she's tired?

E: She’s mostly machine at this point. Machines don’t get tired.

M: Microwaves get tired if you cook too much stuff in it!

E: Ruby isn’t a fucking microwave, Mari.

M: IT'S AN EXAMPLE!

[As the group gets closer to the green light, very faint crunching and other wet gross noises are heard.]

Eth: Is she crushing something?..

E: You’re close. I’ve… heard that sound before.

[They slowly turn the corner, and there it is. The creature identified as “Ruby” is seen hunched over, staring down at a body covered in blood. Their eyes seemingly plucked out, the top of their head crushed. And loud wet gross noises are heard as ‘Ruby’ seemingly eats the insides of the body.]

E: [Muttered.] Fucking hell…

M: OI RUBY! OVER HERE STUPID!

[The creature pays no mind to Mari's shouting, instead the sound of more muscles being ripped into are heard.]

E: [Barely audible.] Of all the days to skip fucking breakfast.

C: Stop it. Get some help. Please.

E: How the fuck did you–

C: I'm right next to you. And I can read lips.

E: Ugh, never mind. We should prepare ourselves for running.

M: [Extremely loud.] RUBY YOU BITCH GET OVER HERE!

[Still no response, instead the creature throws a random organ behind them.]

M: HELP!

Eth: I don't know if that’ll work? She’s pretty..fixated.

M: Anyone have a rope!

De: Mari. Why the fuck would any of us have a rope?

E: Hm. Wait here.

[Edgar walks away from the group somewhat, and swings the crowbar at the wall, ripping a large chunk out of it with ease. He grabs it and walks back over to the group before chucking it at ‘Ruby’.]

[‘Ruby’ stops, a distorted growl is heard as it slowly stands up.]

M: That'll do it. COME ON THEN! BRING IT ON!

[‘Ruby’ grabs a rotting arm, sticking it in its own mouth..? What remains of a mouth? Before turning around with a loud creak and mechanical scream. Running at the group.]

M: ALRIGHT TIME TO FUCKING RUN GUYS.

E: YOU DON’T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!

[Mari spins around to face the rest of the group before sprinting forward. The loud mechanical footsteps overshadow the noises of the others running.]

C: WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS DO DANGEROUS STUFF! IT MAKES NO SENSE!

E: THIS IS THE PLAN, CASSIDY. THIS IS QUITE LITERALLY THE WHOLE PLAN.

C: WHY DON'T WE JUST RUN OUT A WINDOW! IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FASTER! AND SAFER!

Eth: SECURITY TIGHTENED.

C: WHY!?

E: BECAUSE OF WHAT WE’RE DOING RIGHT NOW, STOP WASTING YOUR BREATH AND JUST FUCKING RUN!

[The group continues running, Cassidy being grabbed by Delilah(?) about halfway through.]

[A second pair of louder footsteps joins the cacophony, echoing off the wall. A shriek is heard from behind the group, causing Edgar’s fist to clench.]

E: [Breathlessly.] Fuck, that thing too?

M: HERE WE FUCKING GO AGAIN.

[Edgar subtly slows down, pushing himself to the back of the group.]

E: I’m moving to the back so you guys won’t trip over me. Just… keep running! Don’t stop for fucking anything!

M: EDGAR I SWEAR TO FUCK IF YOU BREAK OFF I'M GOING TO HIT YOU WITH A FUCKING BAT!

[A long pause.]

E: I’m sorry, Mari.

[The group loses a pair of footsteps, a loud whistle is heard, and the second pair of loud footsteps veers off to the side.]

M: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DID HE JUST FUCKING LEAVE!

De: Yep.

M: I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE DIES I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!

Eth: JUST KEEP GOING!

M: I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!

C: Is… Is Rose going to die… If he doesn't get out..?

M: KID WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU… OH.

[The running continues until they eventually after 5 minutes run into a part of the tunnels ‘Ruby’ can't get into.]

Eth: [Between breaths.] Is. Everyone. Okay?

M: NO! I'M PISSED THE FUCK OFF! EDGAR HAD ONE FUCKING JOB AND HE CAN'T EVEN DO THAT GOD FUCKING DAMNIT PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!

Eth: He..has a plan. He has one.

M: I DOUBT IT! HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A PLAN TO GET OVER THIS HELLHOLE! WHY WOULD HE HAVE A PLAN TO GET OU-

De: Mari. Shut, the fuck. Up. He'll be fine.

Eth: Thank you.

De: No problem. We need to find Will.

Eth: Where would it be, though? I don't know where..

M: Archives.

Eth: Shit, okay. All of us going down there?

M: Bingo, come on.

Eth:..right.[Mari stands up and begins walking once more.]

M: Where's the archives again?

Eth: Down some stairs near the maintenance tunnels, I think. Like, the basement of this place.

M: Ok lead the way I guess.

Eth: on it.

[Ethan walks off in the direction of the archives, in front of the others.]

M: Ight. Let's get this over with.

[After a few seconds, a very faint loud scream is heard.]

M: WHAT THE FUCK.

Eth: That wasn't.. surely..

M: WILL.

Eth: WE NEED TO. GO. NOW.

[The group begins running once more, now in the direction of the archives.]

M: WILL WILL PLEASE GOD BE ALIVE!

Eth: HE HAS TO BE.

[The group begins running down some stairs, one set of footsteps stops though.]

M: SARAH COME O- WHAT THE FUCK!

[In an instant Delilah(?) comes flying down the stairs with Cassidy on her back somehow not injuring herself.]

De: WILL! WILL ARE YOU OK!

[In a brief silence, all that can be heard is some closer, yet still faint sobbing. It sounds incredibly distressed, and painful.]

M: WILLIAM!

[Mari continues running through the area, eventually stopping.]

M: WILL! IT'S MARI WHERE ARE YOU?

[The crying continues, not Muffled. It pauses for a second, before a voice shakily calls out.]

W: M-M-Mari?..

M: YEAH! IT'S ME!.. I… WHERE ARE YOU?

W: I..I can't.. I don't..it's dark, Mari, I can't.. it hurts!..

M: Oh… No no no no no no no.

[Mari finally finds William. He's lying on the floor, In front of a large pile of files. Surrounding him, a pool of crimson blood stains its clothes and the paperwork near him. A knife is seen lying nearby, similarly painted a dark red, along with what appears to be..an optic nerve beside some wires. Will appears turned away from the camera, grasping at his face as it cries.]

M: Will… What happened? I… Fuck fuck GOD DAMNIT!

[He visibly flinches at the sounds around him.]

W: She-She was watching through, through my eyes that's- that's how Xe was seeing- seeing everything. She wanted to stop you guys getting out- i-i couldn't let her I couldn't!

[Will appears to begin crying again, his breathing hitching.]

De: [Kinda distant.] WHAT HAPPENED IS WILL OK?

M: Jesus fuck… I…

[Mari audibly can be heard getting angry, before eventually just screaming.]

M: STUPID FUCKING MALL! WHY CAN'T THESE STUPID CUNTS JUST LET YOU LIVE LIFE! GOD FUCKING STUPID BITCH!

[Multiple footsteps are heard running up to Mari and by extension Will.]

W: Mari, It-it hurts so much, I can't- can't think, it just- it hurts!

M: It's ok I'm here w- We're… Almost all here.

W: Al…most?- [He interrupts itself with a cry, after moving its head.] P-please..

M: Edgar fucking ran off, I’m sorry but we need to go now.

De: WRAP UP WILL'S DAMN HEAD FIRST!

C: I have my jacket we can wrap around it?

[Mari pulls Cassidy into frame, ripping off one of her sleeves.]

[Will tries to move towards the sounds,but yelps again and pulls back, revealing a bit of his face to the camera. It's bloodstained, wet from both tears and blood.]

M: Jesus… Fucking… Christ.

W: I-im sorry, I didnt- I cant- it hurts!

M: It’s ok.

[Mari takes the blue sleeve and begins attempting to wrap it around Will's head. Before having Cassidy's whole suit jacket thrown at them to wrap around Will's head.]

W: There was..wires. there was wires. There..

M: I… I swear to god I'm going to burn this mall to the fucking ground. IF THESE SHOWFUCKS DON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!

W: I..feel w-weird..

M: Yeah uh I bet… Wait. Sarah, are you realising what I'm realising?

De: That, if what happened to Will got transcribed we need to hurry up? Yeah.

M: Ok Will, Imma just carry you like a wet cat on my shoulder ok?

[Mari finishes wrapping the suit around Will's head before standing fully up.]

W: O-kay, I.. don't k-know if I can stand.

M: Yep got it.

[Mari bends down and grabs William. Its arms dangle over the camera making things a tiny bit harder to see. As Mari and the rest of the group begin walking out of the archives.]

W: I-im sorry, I couldn't let xer..

M: It’s fine Will. It's fucking fine, we need to find Rose and Sparrow and then fucking go.

W: R-right, I'm.. very dizzy..

M: Rest if need be. We'll be fine.

W: O-okay, I'm just..gonna..

[Will's head hits something, presumably Mari's shoulder as it passes out.]

De: Fucking hell…

[No one speaks for a few minutes as they leave the tunnels, they continue walking until someone can be seen running from a distance.]

De: Ethan. Take my knife just in case.

Eth: On it.

[Delilah(?) can be heard slipping Ethan a knife. As the group gets closer to the woman it's clear the woman is Rose, noticeably shaken up.]

M: Where's Sparrow?

R: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO WILL?

M: V1rus. What happened to Sparrow?

R: DUNNO! Where's dad?

M: Ran off without us like always. ETHAN QUIT TAKING WEAPONS GIVE ME THE KNIFE.

Eth: Sarah? Do I?-

De: No! It's my knife anyways and we need to get going!

M: FINE!

R: Oh hey Ethan.

Eth: Hey Rose! You ain't getting this either.

R: I have a gun. So like. Cool.

Eth: Yeah that. Checks out.

R: Yeah. Anyhoo come on guys.

M: Ethan. Make sure Will doesn't fall please?

Eth: Yeah, I.. I got him, you're good.

M: Sick.

[Thus, the footsteps start back up. Walking through the creepy mall as they have been doing for months before.]

Eth: Where do we think Sparrow is?

M: Hopefully heading where we're going which is… Ok fuck where's the map?

Eth: Uhh..

R: It's fine. I know this hellhole like the back of my fucking hand come on guys.

[Rose begins walking in front of the rest of the group, seemingly leading them… Somewhere.]

[Will moves a bit, attempting to move his head. However, he lets out a whimper and resumes his previous position.]

R: Is he going to be ok?

Eth: He..I think he's going to be blind. Permanently.

R: No shit I can tell cuz the bandages over his eyes.

Eth: Then I'm sorry for answering your question! [His tone is light, seemingly joking.]

[Rose chuckles, before stopping. Seemingly seeing something.]

M: You good?

R: Ethan give me the knife please.

[Ethan hands it over, albeit hesitantly.]

R: Thanks.

[Rose begins walking off the path she was headed, as the group gets closer it's clear who she saw.]

R: WHAT DID YOU DO YOU SELFISH BITCH!

[Rose grabs the person by the shirt collar, holding a knife to their gut. Who it is remains unseen thanks to both Rose's body and William's arms.]

?: I TRIED! ROSE I SWEAR TO GOD I TRIED!

[Voice identified: Emi Henderson.]

R: YOU DIDN'T TRY SHIT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO SPARROW!

Em: NOTHING I SWEAR TO YOU!

Eth: Rose, who's. Who's this?

M: Emi, Rose's half sister who she accidentally killed when trying to escape once. She now wants to kill Rose for good.

Eth: Oh. OH. THIS? IS THAT ONE?

R: Yep!

Em: HEY COME ON NOW! IT'S NOT EVEN SPARROW'S BLOOD!

R: WHO’S BLOOD IS IT?

Em: RANDOM DEAD BODY A SECURITY THREW!

R: BULLSHIT!

Em: ON GOD!

[Rose throws Emi to the ground, revealing her to be covered in blood holding the purple music box.]

R: Where's Sparrow?

Em: I-

R: NOW.

Em: Fine fine… I'll fucking. Take you idiots to them.

[Just then, a loud mechanical scream is heard off in the distance.]

Eth: You better make this fucking quick, somethings heard us.

Em: Probably Ruby knowing our luck.

R: Go fuck yourself. And start walking?

[Emi chooses not to respond and instead begins walking, spending 7 minutes walking around before stopping.]

Eth: Is this..?

Em: One more turn.

R: Hurry up before I rip out your throat.

Em: Fine! Fine!

[Emi leads the group to turn a corner, and there on a wall. Is Sparrow, taped up with a cracked and painted Showfall mask dangling from their neck. Blood slowly drips from their head and arms.]

Eth: You..You fucking monster.

Em: [Between slow claps.] Ha… I like you Ethan. You're a smart one.

De: You painted the mask like a…

Em: Marionette doll! Yep! Honestly less painted and more drew on with markers.

W:..fucking..bitch..

Em: Come on! Still better than what Mai did with them… I just put the poor brat out of their misery.

[Ethan darts forward, aiming for Sparrow, but can't reach them. Emi reaches a leg forward and trips Ethan, almost like a bully in a high-school movie.]

Em: Nope! Not happening, in all honesty your best chance at stopping me is to shoot me… But I know you idiot's need the ammo.

[Ethan looks behind him, at Rose.]

R: God fucking damnit… I… Why? We had a fucking deal!

Em: YOU THINK YOU HAVE ALL THE POWER HERE RIGHT? LIKE YOUR A FUCKING HERO? GUESS WHAT! THE LAST PERSON IN THIS HELLHOLE TO BE CONSIDERED A HERO GOT THEIR HEAD CRUSHED BY A SPIKED BOX AND DIED! THIS ISN’T A FUCKING FANTASY BOOK WHERE GOOD PEOPLE WIN!

Eth: Wh…you don't.. no. You're lying.

[Ethan appears severely shocked, and a little worried.]

Em: Oh please! We're far past the point of lying! Ranboo's dead! Been dead for… A while now.

Eth: Why..nobody.. .no. no!

Em: Oh… Oh damn. Well in Rose's defence at least she didn't know until recently either.

R: Why do this now?

Em: Put on a little show! Once the other higher-ups find out I escaped with Ruby once and could talk about this company any damn time I'll probably be killed. So might as well have fun while it lasts right?

C: You… YOU BIG JERK!

[Cassidy pushes past Mari and Delilah(?) in an attempt to attack Emi, only to be grabbed by the hair by Emi.]

Eth: Take your hands off the fucking kid!

Em: No. Why do that… When Murder is way more fun at this point! Besides, the enemy of my enemy is my friend right? So… Might as well help showfall before they have me ripped in half!

W: Fucking..leave them..alone!.

Em: Shut up Will! God… Virus should've made you stab your heart instead.

W:...asshat.

Em: Freak.

R: SHUT UP! YOU BITCH!

Em: Anyway… Say goodbye to Cassidy everyone!

[Cassidy struggles to get out of Emi's grasp, only to fail.]

W: Please just..leave..them be!..

Em: NOPE!

[As Emi goes to stab Cassidy, Rose runs forward from the left. Pushing Cassidy out of the way and being stabbed in the side by Emi. Emi appears genuinely confused, before laughing.]

Em: YOU TOOK THE FUCKING STAB?

R: [Pained.] F- Fuck you.

[Emi kicks Rose off the knife, the woman falls to the ground holding the area where she was stabbed as Cassidy runs over to check on them.]

C: MS. ROSE! PLEASE BE OK I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M REALLY SORRY!

R: [Between coughing.] Don't… Apologise… It's fine…

Em: UGH! Idiots come on! Taking you dumbfucks to Mai's office.

W: ..Rose?..

R: [Still coughing.] Hey… Will…

W: What..happened? I don't..

Em: I stabbed her in the side. Now come on.

R: I'll… Be… Fine.

[Will moves his arms in the direction of Emi, attempting to grab at them. Only for Emi to laugh.]

Em: Nice try stupid!

R: E- Ethan… Come here…

[Ethan moves over towards Rose, leaning down to her level]

[Rose whispers something in Ethan's ear, seemingly being as serious as possible.]

R: S- stay… Safe…

[Ethan solemnly nods.]

Em: COME ON YOU FUCKERS.

Eth: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

C: W- We should go… We need to get out… We owe it to everyone.

[Ethan nods.]

Em: COME ON THEN!

[Cassidy stands up. Signalling Emi to go first.]

Em: My pleasure.

[Emi begins leading the group away from Rose and Sparrow, as Mari walks past Rose she seemingly squeezes their right leg twice.]

M: [Whispered.] Will. She's still alive for now, just act like we were forced to leave her for dead.

W: [Whispered] Thank you..on it.

Em: Feels nice knowing she'll finally be dead soon.

W: [Louder] Shut.

Em: Even if the blood loss or kidney damage doesn't kill her… If Edgar dies, or gets remasked. Hell she'll do my job for me!

Eth: He said. Shut up.

Em: No. I won you morons.

[Will's head jerks up, although he does yelp a bit in pain.]

W: Shut the Fuck up! You fucking coward!

Em: You lost to a virus. Who's the bigger coward?

W: It's fucking dead!

Em: Viruses can't die stupid.

W: I got rid of the..mechanism for it. It's gone.

Em: Until Showfall leads you back and puts it back in.

Eth: it's not gonna happen. We're making sure of it.

Em: You guys said that about Edgar. And Rose. In fact I think Rose said that about Edgar TWICE.

Eth: Shut up.

Em: No!

[Will coughs, moving his head away as he splutters up blood.]

M: You good?

W: It's.. fine. I don't.. It's fine.

M: Not really. You're going to the doctor later.

W: No. I..don't. No.

M: You’re coughing up blood. You've had both eyes ripped out in the span of a few months. You've been beaten up by everyone under the goddamn sun. You’re going to see a doctor. At least for a day.

W: Please. I can't.. please.

M: We'll all go with you… Except Edgar. From what I understand he's banned from visiting.

W:I can't Mari I can't not again..please.

M: Why not? Please tell me?

W: ..surgery. Hetch did..surgery..

M: Oh… Wait… Who is Hetch?

[Ethan looks over.]

Eth: that's the..thats the boss of this place. The one who organised those shows for Edgar. The one who…killed Ranboo. The one who..they're just. Fucked up. I remember Will telling me about what they did.

M: Oh… WAIT. If Hetch is the boss. And is here. WHY THE FUCK DO CEO AND MANAGER HAVE TO BE HERE? Can't the boss of this hellhole do shit themselves.

Eth: They just..don't care it seems. Focused on their shows and writing.

M: Cringe.

Eth: That's the one who put Edgar in the corpse closets.

M: Double cringe.

[Emi stops, in front of a broken purple door. The doorknob seemingly missing as she kicks the door wide open.]

Em: We're here fuckers.

Eth: What now.

Em: Your escape route. Simple as that.

[Emi attempts to walk behind the group, but is followed by Mari and by extension the camera. Emi stops at the doorway and begins laughing.]

Eth: What.

Em: [Between laughing.] You idiot's… Really thought you could get everyone out?

Eth:...We all knew the risks.

Em: But you still couldn't do anything. Edgar will be dead or remasked before you morons can get out of the forest knowing him, and with Rose and Sparrow dead. You guys outside… Who's going to save him?

W: ..Mari. Put me down.

M: Not happening, I made a promise to Edgar and Rose. You’re getting out, Edgar will be fine.

W: Mari.

M: Will.

Em: EMI! Anyway it's uh… I'm not letting any of you idiot's leave this room anyway unless it's out that window.

W: Then not leaving. Room.

M: Edgar and Rose would both want you to get out and away from here! It's not your job to protect everyone anymore. HELL YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE! So like… How are you supposed to even survive here?

De: Yeah uh Will… I doubt you'd be able to survive here blind.

W: …could try.

De: THAT’S SUICIDE WILL!

[Will simply shrugs.]

Em: I say let the idiot try. Worst case scenario the monster you all call a friend dies.

C: Mr. William, I'm not permitted to swear. Can you please string together some swear words for Emi for me?

W: Uhhhh…three inch fool?

C: I meant actually swears. Like um

M: She means words like fuck, shit, bitch, ass.

Em: I could still stab you all y'know?

W: Fool?

C: No I meant… Swear for me please.

W: Ah. Grossly misinterpreted what you said. Emi, you're a bitch-ass motherfucker who smells like shit. Better?

C: YIPPEE!

Em: The blue idiot is the only one of you who doesn't smell of blood.

W: No shit, sherlock.

Em: ANYWAY. Leave before I start stabbing.

[Mari seemingly spots something out of frame, sighing.]

M: No.

Em: What?

M: Na.

Em: Why?

M: Uhhhhhhh Three. Two. One.

[Just then, the sound of something hitting Emi in the right knee is heard. The camera follows Emi as she falls to the ground. Before turning back to reveal Rose, holding Sparrow on her back, both of them wrapped up with various parts of clothing. As she holds a now cracked 2 by 4 board.]

Sp: [Weak.] GET CROWBARRED… GET 2 BY 4ED BITCH.

R: [Between coughing.] Fucking christ you have a bony kneecap.

W: They're here! Fuck yeah!

R: Told you I'd be fine.

Em: HOW! SPARROW I CHECKED YOUR PULSE TWICE!

Sp: Found out how to slow my pulse down just enough, to not be felt by hand or something.

Em: I STABBED YOU IN THE KIDNEY!

[Rose looks at Emi, almost… Happy.]

R: Nope!

Em: W- What?

R: Had to have that kidney removed when I was little thanks to complications. It's why I attacked from the left, not the right.

Sp: Will… You ok?

W: Y-Yeah! Fucking great!

Sp: Are your eyes fucked up? Bandaged.

W: Uhm..long story.

Em: One that you fucking bastards won't live to hear!

R: Someone take Sparrow. Please?

[Just then, Sparrow notices something out of frame.]

Sp: MY WAGON!

Em: I knew I threw it somewhere…

R: Sarah?

De: Yep.

[Delilah(?) walks in frame grabbing Sparrow, before walking out of frame.]

R: Will, sorry I made you worry… Honestly I'm glad I didn't bleed out.

W: No, it's! It's fine, I'm just fucking happy you're okay!

R: Cool.

Em: I told you! Your best chance of stopping me was to shoot me.

R: Oh I plan to. But first.

[Mari turns to face the window, which after a few seconds. Is shot by Rose, shattering.]

M: William, We're going to leave last okay?

W: Y-yeah, that's. That's fine.

M: Ok.

R: Get the kids out first.

[Emi gets up as the sound of a wagon being thrown out of a window is heard.]

W: Mari, If any help is needed..

M: I'll help.

De: I'll be busy, come on kids.

C: Yes ma'am.

Sp: I am, quite literally, on your back.

Em: ENOUGH. GET OVER HERE ROSE!

[Emi runs towards Rose and they begin fighting. The sounds of punches and kicks are heard in the background as Mari turns around to help get Delilah and Cassidy out the window.]

M: Ok just move slowly, lotta broken glass.

Em: GO TO HELL!

R: EMI WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!

[The fighting continues, someone being thrown on the floor can be heard.]

W: Mari, what's going on over there?

M: Uhhh.

[The sound of Mari turning their head is heard.]

M: Rose and Emi are beating the snot out of each other. Can't tell who's winning.

[The fighting continues in the background, a loud bang is heard.]

W: What was that?

[Mari full body turns, Emi and Rose both on the ground. Emi stands up slowly, placing her right foot on Rose's stomach. Laughing.]

Em: STOP. COMING. BACK!

R: F- Fuck… N- Not good…

W: Rose?.. You..You have to get up..please!..

Em: YOU’RE GOING TO DIE AS YOU LIVED ROSE. A MONST-

[A loud snap is heard as Rose bites into Emi's shin, ripping off a chunk of flesh as Emi falls to the ground screaming.]

Em: WHY THE FUCK DO ALL OF YOU DO THAT!?

[Rose shivers.]

R: Ew. Ok yeah that was gross ew

W: Did it? Work?

M: ROSE RIPPED A CHUNK OUT THIS BITCHES LEG! YAHOO!

Em: YOU FUCKING MONSTER I-

[Just then, Emi is cut off by a loud mechanical scream close by.]

W: Rose! We all need to go!

R: Not yet.

[Emi slowly stands up, running at Rose with a knife as the footsteps get louder.]

[Will makes an unsettled sound, and his arms appear to move a bit tighter around Mari.]

Em: GO TO FUCKING HELL!

R: I'm sorry for everything.

[Emi stops, the metal footsteps do not. She walks over to the doorway slowly, almost… Having realised she's lost.]

Em: I'll never forgive you.

[In an instant green light engulfs the room as ‘Ruby’ rips through the doorway to grab Emi, who screams as the monster begins tearing at her. Starting with the arms which get snapped spraying blood around the room as bone and muscle are twisted, then the legs. Grabbed and used to slam Emi into the ground like an old plush, before also being snapped and torn off. Emi's screams get weaker as the monster lifts her up, digging one hand into her lower and one hand into her upper torso before snapping her open like an old meatstick, killing her with guts and organs falling out of what remains. The monster throws the body into the room, flesh and other bits landing on Rose.]

M: Jesus fuck-

W: That sounded..uhm...

[The monster turns it's head to face Rose and by extension Mari and the camera. Rose slowly backs up.]

M: Rose come on.

R: Taser.

M: W- What.

R: Trust me. Give me the taser. Cassidy gave it to you right?

W: What's…?

[Mari can be heard and faintly seen digging for the taser in their pocket as Rose uses a thicker string to tie one of Emi's knives to her gun, holding the gun and knife in one hand, and the string in her mouth.]

R: Hurry up running out of room.

M: GOT IT!

[Mari throws the taser at Rose as ‘Ruby’ runs at her, the monster attempts to grab Rose but is tased with an electrical crack as it screams.]

W: [quietly.] Whats- what's going on?..

M: Dunno.

[Rose runs to the stunned monster before stabbing in with the knife tied to the gun.]

R: [Almost crying.] I am… So sorry.

[After a few seconds a gunshot is heard, Rose pulls the weapon out of the monster's chest and steps back. As the monster begins… Bleeding.]

R: I… I…

[Rose falls down onto the floor, after a few seconds of wobbling. The monster follows suit, before it can hit the ground Rose grabs it. Then, seemingly using its last bit of energy. A distorted voice sounds from the creature.]

?: T- than..k… Y- ou… f- for… L- L- liv… ing.

W: Wh….

R: R- Ruby..?

[The rotting lump of wires and flesh goes limp, having used its last bit of energy to speak.]

W: Was that?..

[Rose begins crying, holding the head of the monster before looking at Mari.]

M: Need help?

R: Please..?

M: Will hold on bud.

W: M-mhm.

[Mari walks over to Rose helping her get up, before they each grab an arm of the corpse. Dragging it over to the window.]

M: Ok how should we do this? Will, any ideas?

W: What are you doing?..

M: Dragging Ruby's corpse out the window.

W: Warn, the others down there?

[Mari shouts.]

M: OI! KNOCK KNOCK

De: [Kinda distant.] WHO'S THERE!

M: BUTTER!

De: [Still distant.] BUTTER WHO?

M: BUTTER BE GLAD YOU ALREADY SMELL LIKE BLOOD!

[Mari and Rose grab the corpse and slowly drop it out the window leading to a loud scream.]

De: [Distant.] GOD DAMNIT MARI SPARROW IS DOWN HERE!

M: SORRY!

R: Thank… You.

M: Yeah, anytime dude. Will ready to uh live?

W: ..don't know?.

M: I'll ask Ness to buy you uh… What do you want from the pizza place?

W: ..what's there?

M: Breadsticks, cheesy bread, any pizza you want, salad. Y'know the usual.

W: I..don't know the usual honestly. Could I think about it?.

M: Sure uh… Welp Rose you first.

R: You first.

M: No you.

R: No you.

M: No you.

W: I'm a tiebreaker, Rose you go first.

R: Fine.

M: Be careful you still have Peony rig- What the fuck are you doing?

[Rose begins stepping backwards.]

R: Remember. Keep your arms and legs inside the window.

M: Rose don't you dare.

R: AND I'M OUTTA HERE!

[Rose runs past Mari and hops out the window, after a few seconds a thunk is heard and Rose shouts.]

R: [Kinda distant.] I'M OK!

W: Did she just? Properly throw themself out?

M: Rose fucking sprint jumped out the window.

W: Oh gods. Please don't. Please.

M: I'm not. I… Don't have a rope. Ok hold on tight dude.

W: Oh gods, Oh gods oh gods!-

[Mari leans out the window and slowly climb out to the ledge. Will's arms are seen to be trying to gasp one another, but slowly appear to be slipping.]

De: I'LL CATCH YOU!

W: A-ARE YOU SURE?

De: YES! I WOULDN'T OFFER IF I WASN'T SURE!

W: Okay, okay, okay-

[As Will says this, his hands visibly slip, and he drops from view, yelling as it falls.]

[No thud is heard, only Delilah(?) sighing.]

De: Been a minute since I had to catch someone honestly.

W: Thank you so much thank you thank you thank you-

De: No problem dude. Mari, come now!

M: BET!

[The camera shakes as Mari jumps down, landing on both feet. Before starting to laugh.]

M: Will… We… We fucking did it…

W: I..this..it's..

[He sounds odd. Almost..repressing something.]

M: Give me. One moment I made a promise to someone.

[Mari sighs, before jumping up and down in celebration.]

M: FUCK YES! HAHA! FUCK THIS MALL. FUCK MANAGER. FUCK SQUIG. FUCK IRIS. FUCK S.V2. FUCK NICHOLAS. FUCK MAI. AND FUCK EMI! I'M OUT HAHA YES GOD FUCKING DAMNIT YES!

W: AND FUCK HETCH!

M: YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT!

[The camera shakes as Mari continues celebrating, it lasts 30 seconds before stopping on Rose. Who is sitting there removing the knife from the gun.]

M: Rose?

R: One bullet.

M: W- What?

R: I made a promise, Mari. We both get out or neither of us do.

W: No. No Rose he's coming out.

R: If he isn't out by late tonight. I'm done Will.

W: But…you said you wouldn't.. Rose please..

R: I said I wouldn't do this if Mari didn't get him unmasked… Which They did.

W:..please. please dude.

R: I can't do it anymore Will. I can't lose him anymore.

W: You won't, just..hold on. Please..

R: Late night. That's it. That's all you're getting from me.

W: ….please..

R: I can't. Mari… Take the kids to Jenny. Get Will safe.

M: Y- You got it…

W: N-no. Don't you dare.

R: Will I'm sorry.

[Mari turns towards Delilah(?) grabbing Will and putting him back on their shoulder. It begins to struggle, trying to wriggle out of their grip.]

W: N-NO! LET GO!

M: I'm sorry. Rose is going to be ok… I promise.

W: Please.. mari, please..

[It's voice cracks and wavers.]

M: We have to go.

W: i-i can stay! I'll be fine! Please!

M: No you won't. You're hurt.

C: Transcripts on.

M: Ok cool. End transcript.

[Transcript end.]

#((OOC) There might actually be too many TW's to tag... Sorry.#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #transcript

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wolfkid888-blog · 10 months ago

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A new story Idea

Story idea: Manhwa FL / Elqueeness OC

I just got this inspiration randomly while reading wattpad. There was literally VERY few FL with F!OC/reader so i thought why not. These women deserve to be treated better than their trashy family/fiance/husband. My dear Zariya, the light spirit king will treat you better!!!

I know its already a fact but GODDAMNIT THESE WOMEN ARE HOT!!! I think I have a thing for psycho women cos FUCK Medea and Roxana are HOT AS HELL! Die you shitty prince and duke agriche! Suffer! Navier don't cry! Sovieshit does not deserve you! Its he whose infertile not you! Zariya would make sure your healed if you were! Izek, Ellen, bitch that doesnt deserve a name call out and the shitty family (except Enzo) go fuck urself! How dare you hurt Ruby like this! She's not a puppet for you to use as a prostitute and she most certaintly did not poison that bitch! Use your eyes for once Izek! Are you people selectively blind or born dumb?! Do u even have a brain?!

(Yeaaaaaaaaa, I needed to get that out of my chest. That felt good.)

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stevebabey · 2 years ago

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it’s too late for me now (i need you sticking around)

a/n: ruby?? finishing something?? u better believe it! this was inspired by future me hates me / the beths & i STRONGLY recommend it for the VIBES + much luv to my dearest kenny for the threats so that this finally got finished <3 intended lowercase + fem!reader. word count: 3.1k summary: it’s hard to believe in love after so many bad first dates — you’re desperate to make sure the next one sticks.

your run with love had its history.

consider it the lore of your life, but the winding tales of your many failed dates — that road was long. counting them went off both hands, much to your distaste. though, you’d hardly say you dated around; especially considering none of the guys seemed to make it past date three.

what was the problem? you were splendid company if you did say so yourself. you tried to not be too loud, nor too quiet, a good balance of serious and flirty, all loud or odd parts of your personality packed away to try not to scare off any dates. it didn’t seem to make a difference — the fault had to be the male population of hawkins.

so why did you keep accepting dates?

well, it wasn’t your fault for getting swept up in it each time. somehow, you never managed to learn your lesson — but when a boy slips sweet notes into your locker or plucks a flower to ask you to dinner, it kicks your heart into a fuss that won’t settle and you swoon.

you daydream about holding their hand, pressing a soft kiss to their brow, finding a soft spot in their heart where you can nestle & live and become someone that someone loves.

it doesn’t matter if you’re cradling your still bruised heart from being stood up by jeremy jones last month because when the next boy asks, your stupid heart still flutters out what if it’s real? what if this time it’s different?

and it never was.

perhaps, worst of all is that you were still so tangled up with the idea of love. there was no helping the flip of your stomach, the nervous anticipation, the skip of your heart when thought about love. the track record of your battered heart didn’t seem to matter, there was no shedding the hopeless romantic in you.

however, it meant you were a tad pickier these days. standards high enough to warrant being called a bitch from the guys who couldn’t handle the rejection but hey, if they can’t bother with flowers on the first date, it told you everything you needed. you wouldn’t get yourself pathetically worked up on boys that only asked you out over the phone and had different intentions.

but still, your poor heart loved to latch to whatever it could.

so, when steve harrington asks what you’re doing friday night on shift at family video, you have to curse the skip of your heart.

for the last couple of months, you had gotten to know steve as your co-worker. as anyone who grew up in hawkins did, you were well aware of his prior reputation with the ladies — so it was a pleasant surprise to find you actually enjoyed his company. maybe it helped to have robin who called him dingus in the most endearing way and introduced him as her best friend.

and if robin buckley, certified band nerd, and king steve could be best friends, then maybe you could give him a chance.

and somewhere between the dorky jokes and his handsome grin, you had melted into easy friendship with steve. between bad customers that you gossiped about after and both of you attempting to distract the other while on the work phone, the two of you drew close. so much that you started looking forward to shifts with him.

so naturally, you accidentally grew a crush the size of jupiter on him.

how could you not? he always picked you up for your friday shift, knowing your brother got dibs on the car and you’d have to walk otherwise. whenever it rained, steve would trot to the café down the road and return with a steaming cup of hot chocolate for you, extra marshmallows in your cup — even though you didn’t remember ever telling him your affinity for mallows.

this time, however, you were determined to not ruin a friendship just because your heart had different plans. for perhaps the first time, you were not going to fall for the delusions you fed to yourself, no matter how much you’d like to believe that steve was different. even though you had sworn you’d caught his gaze caught on you one too many times.

you didn’t think you could take another crumpling of your heart, your ideas of love crushed once again, especially from sweet steve. friends it would have to be.

“friday?” you ask nonchalantly, looking up from the returns cart and blinking at steve. “no plans, i think. why?”

on the other side of a shelf, steve looks as though your response surprises him, lips parted and you swear a patch of pink has crawled onto his cheeks. he clears his throat and ducks to place a tape on the shelf. “i was— do you like parties? there’s a party on friday.”

your pulse jumps for a moment, a nervous feeling settling in your stomach and you try to shake it off. “a party? yeah, who doesn’t like parties.”

it’s enough of a casual answer you hope, continuing to slot tapes back on the shelves slowly. without meaning to, your eyes dart back up to steve, trying to gauge what he’s building up to ask. butterflies swarm in your stomach and you clench your fists, willing them to dissolve.

“did you wanna go?” for the second time in one minute, steve clears his throat. you wonder if he’s nervous. “with me?”

you pick over his words, trying desperately to ignore the way your heart sings. no matter how much you’d like it, it seems far more likely that steve isn’t asking you out. is this how king steve asked girls out? all suave and chillaxed? steve wasn’t like that anymore and it leaves you with no hints to the true nature of his question.

even if he was asking you out, you’re not supposed to track that road you remind yourself. a beat later, you realise as the word date hasn’t even passed steve’s lips and feel embarrassment flush up your neck. friends. you were friends. friends go to parties together! all the time!

“yeah, that sounds cool.” you smile at him, pressing down the hot flush you can feel fighting onto your cheeks. casual. friends. not a date. you could do this.

speeding back to the task at hand, you miss the fist-pump steve does, hidden behind the shelf and the quiet ‘yes!’ from his lips.

—

how do you dress to go to a party with your friend, that you secretly wish was a date, without giving it away?

apparently, you don’t know the answer. at least half of your closet is strewn across your floor, a dozen different combinations tried and failed as you stare at yourself in the mirror. you twist back and forth, eyes analyzing like a hawk and a groan escapes you when you realise you don’t like this outfit either.

your hands pull at your face, dragging down your cheeks dramatically as you lean closer to the mirror and lock eyes with yourself. “it’s not even a date.” you whisper, trying to shake the nerves that are ruining every outfit you try.

it works; at least long enough for you to pull on one of your better pairs of jeans and the new top you had yet to wear out and finally, feel satisfied. you’re just swiping the last of your mascara when the horn of a car outside startles you, your hand nudging forward and dolloping black onto your cheek.

“shit.” you mutter and move to the window, peeking through the slats to spy steve’s bmw in the driveway.

“shit.” you repeat, wetting your thumb and doing your best to wipe the black from your cheek. in the mirror behind you, you catch the blink of your alarm clock. god, he’s 10 minutes later than you both agreed and you’re still not ready.

gathering your jacket and bag, you nearly stumble down the stairs, your footsteps thundering as you speed towards the door. rushing in a blur past the kitchen, you call out your hasty goodbyes and step outside, the door swinging closed behind you.

the night air is cool, the moon nearly full in the sky and beyond the rumbling of the engine in passing cars, it’s nearly peaceful outside. you don’t keep him waiting.

despite the chill, steve’s been waiting outside for you, leaning back on the hood of his car with his arms folded over his chest. he looks good; his navy shirt stretched deliciously over his biceps, hair fluffed in his usual style, looking a picture of cool. it’s broken immediately when he stands up in a rush to meet you, feet stumbling for just a moment before he catches himself. you must imagine the tips of his ears tinted redder than normal.

“hey!” the word is tinged with excitement and steve’s smile betrays it as well, wide and bright. “you look— you look great. amazing.”

it’s impossible to fight the hot glow that surges to your face, forcing you to duck your head to hide it for only a moment. god, the plan to not swoon has immediately foiled. you’re about to undoubtedly fumble through an awkward thank you when steve steps closer, one of his hands reaching for your face.

“sorry, y’just got some,” his thumb grazes your cheek, gentle as he can, over the swatch of black you hadn’t managed to rub off. your breath catches in your throat, the skin burning where he touches it and you fight the urge to follow his warmth when he drops his hand. “makeup— there was something, uh, on your cheek.”

when you don’t say anything, words stuck in your throat as you rein yourself in, steve ambles on nervously. “sorry, i’m late i just— shit, i hope you weren’t waiting, i just thought since when i pick you up for work, you’re always a bit late and—”

“—steve.” you cut him off, finally finding your voice. “you’re perfectly on time; any longer and i would have started fussing over something silly.”

it seems to relax steve a bit, hearing your voice and your assurances and you see the drop in his shoulders. he turns and opens the passenger door, a handsome smile back on his face as he nods at it. “after you then.”

the radio fills the airwaves on the drive to the party, crackly as you move between towers and you bounce your foot in time in hopes to iron out some of your nerves. you take a deep inhale but it manages to make things worse; the alluring scent of steve’s cologne floating through your nose, a musky mixture of bergamot and something sweet.

as steve parks up down the road, your eyes latch onto the house of the party, obvious from its flashing lights and occupants that spill out of every entrance. even before you open your door, you can hear the faint notes of a duran duran song playing inside. you clip the door closed and lean against it, waiting dutifully for steve to lock it and join you on the sidewalk.

the two of you begin to wander, steve’s pace slower than expected but when he nudges his shoulder against yours and begins to speak, you know why.

“y’know,” he begins, nervousness wrapped around each of his words. “i’m actually surprised you agreed to go on a date with me.”

the word hits you in the throat, halting your feet. it shouldn’t shock you too much but considering you had spent the better half of this evening convincing yourself this wasn’t a date, you can’t help your next words.

“wait, this is a date?”

you cringe as you watch steve take in your words, expression dimming and shoulders slumping like he can’t control it. fuck.

it’s like you’ve kicked a puppy and through the elation in your heart, you feel a sick twist in your stomach knowing that you’ve accidentally hurt steve. head spinning, you try to grapple with explanations but steve beats you to the punch.

“well, i guess that explains why you said yes.” the deprecating tone hurts your heart, a thousand thoughts competing for your attention but none as loud as the one that says tell him the truth!

“steve—” you begin, but he’s already speaking.

“would you have still said yes... if you knew that i was asking you on a date?” steve’s voice is smaller than you’ve ever heard it and his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows tightly, his words tinged with worry.

it’s a good question. the battle between your head and heart pulls you in both directions; your lovesick feelings denied by your desperation to never experience another failed date. especially with steve.

“i don’t know.” you answer honestly, only to desperately want to reel the words after you said it having seen steve’s face fall further.

the next words come out frazzled, too loud, as you try explain. “it’s not that i didn’t want to! i’ve just had so many— too many first dates that go nowhere. dates where they want to end in a parked car or stop calling or—”

cutting yourself off with a sigh, you try not to feel embarrassed at the ramble of your shitty love-life attempts. man, this evening was not going how you expected. you dig into your feelings, knowing that you owed steve the truth, that he deserved to hear what you truly meant. he waits patiently, his face giving away only a trace of his hopelessness.

“i like you steve.” you say, voice closer to a whisper at your admittance, eyes fluttering closed as you swallow your nerves. “i like you a stupid amount and i-i don’t think i could handle the heartache if you were just another failed first date.”

a beat of silence. and then, the softest oh falls from steve’s lips in his realization which forces your eyes open again, seeing some of the sadness lift from his figure. you can feel his gaze scan your face and he chews his lip in thought for a moment. your heart all but purrs in delight when he reaches out, his warms hands unfurling your clenched fists (when did you do that?) to hold in his delicately.

without thought, you begin to commit the rough feel of his hands, the curl of his fingers that keep your own warm and toasty.

“unfortunately, i can’t see the future, so it would be wrong to tell you i know we’ll be perfect for each other.” he smiles, a hint of teasing hidden within it.

the joking tone hits you the wrong way and you frown, pulling back a little. is he making fun of you? steve senses it instantly, tugging you closer and this time his tone is all serious, raspy and earnest.

“but, i can promise i will take every date you offer because i like you stupidly.” he blinks, seeming to register that he hasn’t said what he meant. “a stupid amount! i like you a stupid amount, too. as well.”

your words. he’s using your words to tell you how he feels. shit, you two haven’t even been on a date yet — somewhere in your mind, it quietly occurs that this means steve must have liked long before he worked the nerve to ask you out. you think your knees might be wobbling from the wonderful feeling in your chest that aches in the best way; you want it to live there forever.

“which means even if you offer me just tonight, i’ll—” he pauses and smiles so sweetly it makes your knees weak. “i’ll take it.”

you can’t help the hesitation in your bones, the feeling after another first date that crushed your thoughts about love running reminiscent under your skin.

but there’s something about steve. something that yearns, that makes you want to risk the future heartbreak, the wide-eyed late nights, and potential stupid mistakes all for the chance of his love.

oh well, if it went wrong, future you could hate you.

“you better not break my heart, harrington.”

the sunshine grin that breaks on his face could be bottled and sold, you think as it sets your body buzzing with giddiness. steve grins boyishly, tilting his head back as if he really has to think about it, pretending to hmm.

his eyes catch onto the house party and another emotion ripples across his face, gone as quick as it was there. the genuineness in his response touches you with surprise. “only if you promise the same.”

you want to kiss him. the urge has twisted into your heart-strings and you’re sure that steve’s gaze has dipped to your lips for just a moment. turning your head to survey the party, you realise that if this time you’re actually right this time, that there will be plenty of time for all of it.

you tuck the desire to taste his lips into your heart, bookmarked for later, and instead shift your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. you tug him along and finally begin the both of you walking in the direction of the party again.

“next time,” you begin, your smile already giving away your teasing. “use the word date, idiot.”

steve’s hand tightens in your own and when you glimpse at him, unable to help yourself, you can’t miss the beautiful blush on his cheeks.

“oh, i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’ll make sure to be clearer next time.” he drawls, a touch of sarcasm in his words. he pulls you even closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. your arms are touching, you realise fondly.

“you better be.”

he leans in, breath warm on your ear and you can’t help but melt at the next words that fall from his lips, soft and natural. “do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

you can’t help your giggle, flustered and hot in the face because man, is he good at this. it makes you ache with want, wanting and wishing with every part of your being that this works.

even though you shouldn’t be promising anything dates before the first has happened, you know steve and you nod eagerly — then tug him into the music, your hands keeping you connected as you step into the dark together.

tomorrow, when he picks you up in his car, bouquet in his hands, you will let the buzz in your body take over because god if that doesn’t make you weak in the knees.

when he takes your hand, a thought will niggle in the back of your head, something about waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this date to be the last and for him to stop calling, stop dropping off flowers and kisses, for him to stop gazing at you like you hang the goddamn moon.

another thought, steadier and sure, will tell you that you might be waiting awhile.

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#i left this alone long enuf that when i reread it to check for posting i was like DAMN WISH THAT WAS ME #anyways its a tale as old as time and that tale is that i LOVE steve harrington #he's my wife he's my babygirl he's the man for me <3 #ruby writes #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve fic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #bada bing bada boom #i hate ppl who misuse tags so thats all from me folks #other than that enjoy!! <3

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Part 3 ー The Sky Darkened

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Maleficent!AU Malleus x reader

A/n: aaaahhhhhhhhhh hope yall like this one 😎👍 its like 1.2k words

Also the timeline is kinda chopped up theres flashbacks theres future backs theres everything thats set in a certain way so like read til the end before saying anythinf 😭 u will understand it better then

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He remembers that day.

"There they are!" The gruff voice boomed through the dry grasslands, grey and soft clouds covering the sky. The grass swayed gently with the cold air. A storm was coming.

"The mysterious Moors, where no one dares to venture!"

His wings stiffened, his eyes widened. This was not your voice.

"Well I say, crush them!"

He took off, his wings moving swiftly in the now suffocatingly thick, icy air. He landed on a rock, right across the army.

The King's army.

His pupils were slitted, and shone with an ominous, dreadful green color. He glared at the King in disgust,

"Go no further!" He shouted, his voice basically vibrating through their bodies. The King was shaken for a moment. Fae were truly much more different from humans.

"A king," he hesitated, before a foolish and smug grin stretched his wrinkly face, "does not take orders from a winged elf!"

The army laughed, and the air seemed to drop in temperature even more.

"You are no king to me."

His voice cut through the field, and the laughter quickly turned into hushes and became silent.

"Bring me his head."

A war cry.

"My lord?" Red eyes peered from the dark, an unusual ruby like color, that somehow glimmered even in the shadow. "There seems to be a celebration."

Malleus glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "A celebration? Curious." His fingers dragged along an old brick windowsill-like structure, a continuous scratching sound following. He rested his chin on the back of his hand,looking at the sky and sighing deeply.

The pain on his back still ached.

"Yes there seems to be.." the boy hesitated.

"Yes? Go on." Malleus now played around with green aurora-like flames that delicately balanced on his fingertips, no longer interested in the ugly,grayish-yellow sky.

"There's been a boy. The Queen has had a child."

"Oh" Malleus blinked for a moment. He thought of you. For a moment his chest hurt. He took a deep breath.

Malleus paused for a second, the green flames absorbed into his palm once again, he stared expressionless at his empty palm.

"A grand celebration; for a baby." He said out loud. The boy stepped a bit closer, coming into the little light that slipped in through the rough brick like windowsill. Red, slitted eyes looked expectantly.

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"You will not have the Moors! Not now; not ever! You!-"

He flew backwards, a sudden flash of pain stung his skin.

Iron.

The skin promptly healed, but the pain still echoed through his body, dull and unbearable. He stared at the struggling body of the King, as one of the Dark creatures approached his side, the army retreating and distant cries of anguish.

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It was only a few days later after that. He should've seen it. He should have known better. They're humans, after all; what can you expect?

He never suspected you. A part of him wishes bitterly, that he should have. That he should have turned you away, that he should have never met you, that maybe, just maybe, that day he should have let the guards just kill you instead.

A different part of him does not wonder. It stays silent, and it pushes down the horrible thoughts he has, it tugs on them violently, ripping and dragging,until they quiet down, like a feral dog left to a wicked hunter.

Like a crow caught in a net.

"Ha! I've got ye!" The man smugly spoke; rather barked, at the crow that helplessly flauntered in the net, desperate to get out. The dog also growled at the crow.

"I'll whack ya-"

"Into a man" a flick of his wrist, and the crow started to enlarge.

The man sputtered and stumbled back, looking in sheer terror at the crow that started to deform and grow, it's "caw"s deepening and its skin stretched as its feathers brittled off what seemed to be its back.

The man ran away with his dog, and the crow- boy, now, pulled the net over his head, staring at his fleshy, new hands in horror. Malleus moved out of the dry tall grass and approached the short boy.

The boy eyed him suspiciously. "What have you done to my beautiful self?"

"Would you rather I let them beat you to death?" Malleus responded, coldly.

"I'm not certain" the boy looked over at his new body.

"Stop complaining. I saved your life."

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"Forgive me"

"What do I call you?"

"Lilia", he turned to face him directly, "and in return for saving my life, I am your servant."

Malleus simply looked at him expressionless.

"Whatever you need." His ruby eyes lowered in respect.

"Wings." He whispered. "I need you to be my wings."

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"She did this to me, so she.."

Lilia stood across, his eyes lowered. Of course, he thought. He was the only fae without wings.

A loud, thundering beam of vicious green light roared into the sky, swirling the clouds violently. It flashed across the windows of the castle. Malleus gripped his staff in a death-like grip, his knuckles white. The beam slowly retracted into him again, a bit of the magic gently wavering and trickling around him, greatly contrasting the violent shock that stretched the sky apart a few seconds earlier.

"Now what, my lord?" Lilia's voice was barely above a whisper.

Malleus turned around and walked towards the heart of the Moors, thundering, dark clouds taking over the sky.

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"The Queen seems to be sick"

"Oh?" You looked at Sebek, hint of concern in your eyes.

"Of course her highness is being tended to, but.." Sebek was gazing in the distance, lost in thought

Your hand trailed across the Palace walls, bedazzled window frames to sturdy and smooth gaps between them. The weather has been very bad recently, and the windows would sometimes vibrate from harsh gusts of cold air blown at them. You'd suspected a storm was coming, for a few days now, but it only remained the same, constantly teetering on the edge.

"It would be most unfortunate if she were to have gotten a bad case of the flu." You commented.

"No, some of the nurses suspect she's pregnant."

You stopped for a moment, and Sebek stopped beside you. No one else was in the hallway. "She is?" You didn't bother hiding your surprise.

"They suspect so. Some of the castle workers are hoping for some sort of celebration, either when she's announced to be pregnant, or when the child has been given birth".

You turn your eyes away for a moment in thought. A child.

You continued walking ahead, not giving it more thought. Sebek followed close.

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"They've named him Silver"

The window in your room creaked a bit. The weather had calmed down a bit during the previous 9-10 months, and it was finally safe to open the windows without strong wind sloshing everything around in your room.

You overheard from one of the Palace maidens. The boy had beautiful, aurora colored eyes. Speckles of silver dotted his head, where hair had started to grow. The boy got most of his features from the Queen.

"They- they're going to hold a celebration!" He looked at you, frantically tapping his pockets to check for something, "they invited fairies from the Moors!"

You stilled for a second. It must have been the Queen. Only she may have known about it. Or the King was simply mocking you.

"Yes, Sebek,and we ought to welcome them.", you got up from your chair and walked towards the door, and Sebek followed closely behind as he stumbled on his words. You didn't quite notice the crow on your windowsill, or it's unusual red eyes.

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