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"Something’s watching us." / @fablesuntold

immediately does jessica roll her eyes. hands settle on her hips as she turns, snow crunching beneath her boot. ( there's only so many jump scares a girl can take, and honestly? she's tired. she's cold. they've been walking for what feels like an eternity to get to a place that she's not even sure exists. at this point, she's ready to turn around and tell emily to shove a sock in it. at least the cabin had a couch. )

❛ michael, ❜ she starts, tone irritated, ❛ please. don't start with me. there's nothing out here that's even remotely dangerous. ❜ she pauses, head tilted. ❛ unless we see a bear. ❜ shrugging, she moves to press forward, hands shoving themselves into the pockets of her blue puffer coat. ❛ now -- hurry up before we freeze to death out here, ❜ she calls behind her, holding her stride as she walks along.

#fablesuntold #𝐢. the greatest stories ever told. ────── answered meme.#𝐢𝐢𝐢. ────── jessica sullivan.#michael there are no monsters in the woods can we just GET TO STEPPIN PL EASE

@fablesuntold said: ❛ did you hear that? it sounded like screams. ❜ — From Satoshi for Yoshiki

the nights have been lonely since coming back — the darkness of the residential street he lived on thick and suffocating. he practically had to run home from his after school shifts, turned on a light in every room as soon as he made it inside — nothing could hide in the shadows if there weren't any shadows there at all. he feels childish to need to sleep with a light on now, but he knows that they would all understand.

they all have gained little quirks since coming back. there is no way life could go back to the way it was before; not after everything they have seen. everything they have been through.

the first time he’s had someone over since everything happened — his room is immaculate, cleaned like no one lives there at all. there is hardly any food in the pantry and the room smells vaguely of incense — shinozaki had mentioned something once about specific kinds of incense that are good for warding away spirits. before, he might have laughed it off, but now… now he can’t be too careful. right? or is this quiet paranoia?

he comes back with tea – a cup for him and satoshi, folding his legs up underneath him as he listens to the world outside. another noise and he shuts his eyes, grits his teeth. sighing, he finally speaks.

“ sorry, it’s the neighbor kids. their parents work late and no one watches them — they are probably out messin’ with firecrackers in the alleyway again. they’ll stop soon. ”

it’s nice to have someone here with him. it’s nice to have this place filled with more than just the sound of his own anxious breathing.

“ … how late can you stay tonight? ”

#one thing you should know about me is that i LOOOOOVE yapping LMAO #anyways i hope this is alright ! :))#☽ yoshiki — in character. ☾#fablesuntold

@fablesuntold sent: ❛ don’t come any closer!❜ — From Infected!Piers for Sherry! 😭

The command had little effect on slowing down Sherry's quick stride. It was the horrifying sight of his mutated state that stopped her in her tracks instead, eyes widening in a panic as she took in every detail of his body. What had he done? The unmoving B.O.W. on the ground and the fact that Chris was alive with minor injuries hinted at what had just happened in that room, a massacre that Piers was forced to sacrifice himself to end. The broken C-virus vial just a few feet from him confirmed her worst fears.

The infection was ravaging his body fast, his arm a gruesome amalgamation of flesh and sharp edges that was all too similar to the monsters Sherry was so used to killing. Everything about her training told her this should be no different. That she should pick up her weapon and eliminate the threat before anyone could get injured. And yet... Her hand remained firmly at her side, her gun the furthest thing from her mind in that moment. She had to help.

"Piers!" His name was a sharp breath caught in her throat, sounding so unlike all the other times it had spilled from her lips. Sherry moved without realizing, breaking into a sprint as she desperately tried to steady her breathing. The violent shaking of the complex made her stumble as she rushed to cross the room, but it was not enough to keep her down. She wouldn't give up on him. Not after everything.

And if he did lose control and hurt her? She'd heal. She always did.

Hands urgently settled around his arms the second she was close enough, the imminent danger of his mutated arm second to his safety. "It's okay." Was she trying to reassure him? Or herself? The stray zaps of electricity made her flinch, her grip tightening around him but otherwise refusing to move.

"Let me help. I can fix it."

#fablesuntold #( ic ask ; sherry birkin )#we're evil for having this be the first thing we write for them #sherry is TERRIFIED #not of him but FOR him 😭😭

i’m gonna put this as delicately as possible. how stupid are you? ( From Lee Myung-gi ✨ ) — @fablesuntold

bristle of agitation shows in the strain of his brow. he's used to uncouth and otherwise unsavory behavior in men: boys, usually, the sort trying to square up with him at the shelter after giving a female worker a difficult time. dae-ho has readily acclimated, forced himself not to grow flustered with boisterous energy and an unfettered need to put them in their rightful place. physical intervention was not the solution there, but within the walls of the games, everything has become a blur. every contestant is the same, adorned in lurid matching tracksuits to further strip them of their individuality. it's best that he doesn't make any enemies; already, has he failed this ? how has the endurance he worked tirelessly to build up already unraveled ?

❛❛ are you serious ? ❜❜ cloying resistance of his jacket's material means that it sits unzipped, parted to fully reveal the white tee underneath. hands rest shoved deep into this pockets: for a body that moves quicker than he can contain, to be preemptive is a necessity. it's saved him from a number of needless brawls beckoned by his brawn and brawn alone — he's never considered himself a true fighter, but demeanor of machismo and definition to his frame belie him. perhaps annoyance takes its most distinctive shape granted their physical disparity. without a name to put to his number and face in tandem, all that remains is debasement from someone so seemingly beneath him. ❛❛ hey, say that again ? come on, say it again ! seriously, what's your problem ? ❜❜

#`　★　🐯　░　𝒇iguration　!#fablesuntold #`　★　🐯　░　𝓽he games　!#maybe post pentathlon pre mingle... hes still riding the high of his epic gonggi success

▩ Where is this coming from, my friend? ▩ I just don't want to see another life end... ▩ You're like the father I could never do without ☂︎ I still believe in goodness... ☂︎ I still believe that we could be kind... ☂︎ Lead from the heart, and see what starts How much longer 'til your luck runs out? How much longer 'til the show goes south? How much longer 'til we all fall down?

@fablesuntold

#mine #fablesuntold #the angst of that moment she watches the kind man who fed the cats (& years earlier was the chauffeur too)#not only return to the games after voting to leave #but also choosing umbrella in Dalgona #themm

‘ i can’t lose you again ’ — From Jacob for Bella @fablesuntold

we're stuck at a standstill. both our hands on my truck door as wrestle with myself. they're back. i never thought they'd be back but they are and even if i'm better now, some part of me just wants to lay my eyes on them. and maybe thats the part of me that hasn't quite healed yet.

i see the look in his eyes. i'm not entirely sure if he means lose me to edward or lose me to darkness. either way i want him to know thats not true. i want him to have the same security he gave me when i needed but it's a hard won internal battle. i individually force every finger to loosen from my door and throw my arms around him. " I'm not leaving, okay? i promise. i'm never going to bail on you again. " i had been bailing on everyone. jake, my friends, my dad who has been through enough. "if you want me to stay tonight- if you think that's for the best then i'll stay. but jacob- i'm going to have to face them eventually.

#fablesuntold #hope this is okay <3

@fablesuntold / the reunion

her body aches. the blanket tucked around her shoulders is itchy, the fabric uncomfortable where it tickles the top of her neck. jessica's eyes are heavy, too, her vision impaired where she squints against the bright, fluorescent lights of the police station. ( she has no clue what happened, how she got here. where her friends are. the last thing she remembers is being dragged and taken through the woods by... something. someone. waking up at the bottom of the mines, hiding from the darkness, collapsing onto the snow covered mountain side -- it's all a blur. )

her lips are dry, chapped and bloody, and jessica turns towards the officer with a pleading gaze. ❛ please, ❜ she starts, head shaking softly ( despite how badly it hurts ). ❛ where are my friends? can... can i see my friends? ❜ it's the third time she's asked. they ignore her wants, her desperate need for medical attention, to keep her there. to interrogate her for information she doesn't have. ( are her friends okay? is josh okay? )

fingers curl against the blanket, and jess pulls it a little tighter around her frame, the military jacket pressing into the open wounds on her chest, her arms, her stomach. the pain is almost unbearable.

❛ mike, ❜ she tries again, voice broken and rough from screaming. ❛ please -- can i see mike? he... he tried to save me. ❜ a beat, brows creased in concern. ❛ is he okay? ❜

#fablesuntold #𝐣𝐬. ────── jessica sullivan.#so happy u asked bc yes i Am going to crash out THANK YEW

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐒! 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑/𝐗 & 𝐒𝐀𝐉𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒!

It's Bobby’s stupid idea Rumi had agreed to a little too quickly, shocking both Zoey and Mira with confusion, stressing that it would be just her and Jinu, the other two unable to do a thing if she was onstage by herself. For Rumi, this is an opportunity to expose Jinu for the demon he is, to get him to slip up and reveal some sort of secret, a hint to their plan. The same thing she's been doing by meeting in secret but now in front of the public.

❛ It’s for publicity. It's for publicity. ❜

The reminder is a calming mantra in Rumi's head, first in Bobby's voice that'd screeched over the girls exclamations when first brought up, then her own in an attempt to quiet the irritation that threatens to make her body quake every time Jinu shoots that stupid smirk at her. And finally, Zoey’s calming reassurance just before she'd gone on, spotting her waving encouragingly from offstage while Mira practically bounces on the balls of her feet like a caged tiger ready to spring into action the second Rumi gives any sort of signal. She can do this. Just as Jinu's trying to get a rise out of her, Rumi's trying to get a rise out of him. Searching for something to save the world and protect their fans. And the games were coming to an end.

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄… 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚒!

❝ Oh 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄. I’m not afraid. ❞ The dig is said with a dazzling smile to the audience that cheers and admires her bravery, cast as a sneer toward Jinu, still shuddering from his 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, making the audience swoon with his declaration of how much he adores the HUNTR/X girls, wishing they could work in harmony, hoping the world sees them as equals than rivals. Ick. Couldn't he give a normal answer? Each 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 had been sickeningly sweet, every 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 acted out in grace.

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚜… 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝚒𝚜… 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔!

There's a high-pitched ringing sound in her ears, the world slowing down to a halt, spotlight so bright it shields the audience practically ravenous amongst one another. ❝ Uhhhhh… I’m sorry — WHAT?! ❞ It’s drowned out by the crowd’s excited squeals, a mix of feral shipping and jealousy, everyone wishing they could be closer to the stage to see it. A joke, right? A nightmare. There's no way they'd make her kiss him. No possible way she could! Jinu was a Demon! A gross monster from the underworld. Sure he looked human... no - why was she thinking about his dumb face?! Glancing over was a big mistake, catching Jinu's stare matching hers equally wide-eyed... a blush present on his cheeks? Definitely not, Rumi was irked to discover when he started to subtly gag while all attention was fixated on her. How dare he. That's what she should be doing! Most people would be flattered to receive a kiss from her! And he'd hate for her to kiss him, huh?!

Silence blanketed the room heavy with anticipation. ❝ Fine, fine. A 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 is a 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄, right? ❞ Gracefully walking over to Jinu, Rumi felt like she's suddenly aware of just how tall he is compared to her. An acknowledgement she's tried not to think about, recalling being pulled into his strong chest, an act of kindness and sympathy the coverup of her patterns. His lips part and she reaches out to yank him down to her level by the collar of his shirt. ❝ Don't make this worse by talking. ❞ With that Rumi crashes her lips to Jinu's with the intention of committing to 0.1 seconds... only for something to feel like it starts to shatter within her chest, lingering, lips softening to kiss with more tenderness than initially meant. For a second, Rumi can't breathe, heart pounding too hard, lungs shuddering. Like the times she's spent alone with him, Rumi forgets anything else. Being a Hunter, a Half-Demon... nothing existing but Jinu.

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜! 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠?! 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎! 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖!

And then Rumi ran.