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Armin is out front. It’s dead quiet and pitch black aside from the sparse dotting of streetlight and the fluorescent haze of the neighbor’s porch light that activated as soon as Armin mosied his ass up the front walkway. He can’t seem to hold still, swaying and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Either dizzy with alcohol–hopefully not because you heard the loud slamming of his car door before your doorbell announced him–or high on nerves. Probably the latter as he runs his hand through his hair before stuffing it back into the pockets of his sweatpants, then he seems to think better of it and rings the doorbell again.

He knows that you know he’s there. The Ring notification pops up on your phone as you view the live feed of him milling around on your front stoop. He knows just as much as he knows you won’t be letting him in. He can stay out there all night, and knowing Armin he just might. Because he’s annoying and stubborn and will do anything to prove his point when he thinks he’s right. Even if that means sleeping on the welcome mat instead of walking the twenty feet back to his car and driving home.

He has his own place. A nice apartment about fifteen minutes away and your locked door isn’t inhibiting him from going there. And honestly, you don’t much care where he goes as long as it’s somewhere off your property. There’s no sense in doing something as stupid as calling the cops on a guy like Armin. He smiles like he swallowed the sun, all bright teeth and half-moon eyes that would lull even the most hardened officer into giving him a light scolding at best. Yeah, calling the police would only serve to make you look like the crazy one for calling the authorities because your not-really-boyfriend showed up at your door. And his cooing and whining theatrics haven’t drawn the attention of any nosy neighbors, so there isn’t any use holding out hope that someone else will make the call for you.

It shouldn’t be so hard to get him to leave but he clearly doesn’t respect your authority over your own house. Well, your parents’ house that you’ve been put in charge of while they’re out of town for a while. They’re gone and he knows it–why had you mentioned their anniversary trip to him?–but that’s just as well seeing as your mother would’ve let him in the moment she heard it was him knocking. She dotes on him like he’s her own son, always making heavy handed allusions to your future together. A house of your own, a dog, maybe some children because “isn’t Armin so good with kids?” Of course your whole family loves him because he’s managed to weasel his way into way too many family gatherings, tagging along at your mother’s request because surely, he can’t upset his future mother-in-law. He always beams when he says it like it’s not a joke, like he’s dead serious about being your husband someday. It’s enough to make your head spin when he shows up with that pretty boy smile of his to help set up tables out back and play with your little cousins once everyone arrives.

It’s all far too milquetoast for the type of relationship you and Armin actually have. A pleasant fantasy propped up on half-truths and short glimpses of your time spent as Armin’s kinda-girlfriend. Most of it is marred with sweat and the scent of sex, but little beyond that if you can help it. The doorbell rings through the empty house again, another notification popping up on your phone. And there’s Armin in the camera. Clearly, upset with the audacity–the nerve!–you have to keep him locked out. He whines about how absolutely unfair you’re being.

“Baby, please, just open the door. I just wanna see you. Just wanna talk. You aren’t really gonna leave me out here like this, are you?” He tries to sound pitiful, absolutely heartbroken that you won’t just give in and unlock the door. It’s almost believable with the way his voice has lost its usual jovial edge. He should’ve known better before he dragged himself over here. It’s past midnight and you could’ve been asleep! Surely, he assumed you were after all his messages went unanswered. You hadn’t even bothered with the cruelty of a read receipt. Nope. All twenty-seven of them sit cluttering your messages. And the two phone calls? Straight to voicemail. If he tried to FaceTime you, you might’ve blocked him completely. Or at least put him on mute.

He deserves it. Every ounce of this punishment he brought on himself for wanting a mile when you only gave him an inch, yet he can’t seem to accept that sometimes actions have consequences and that he can’t always get what he wants by thinking real hard about it. No amount of begging and pleading will make you get off your couch to let him in. Because the second you do, he won’t ever leave again. He’s strong. Strong enough to manhandle you however he likes because you didn’t have the sense to stay away from a man with military training when he smiled so sweetly at you. You’ve tried moving him before and it’s like pushing a brick wall. If Armin doesn’t want to move, he simply won’t. Which makes his occupation of your porch that much more frustrating. If he’s still there come morning you can only imagine the hell he’ll raise trying to keep you from getting past him if you have to leave the house. Wrapping his thick arms around you and lifting you up so you can’t take a single step away from him.

“Go away, Armin.” He’s been outside doing his little Romeo schtick for nearing twenty minutes and it’s getting a bit tiring. Unfortunately, your voice crackling through the little speaker only seems to renew his dedication. To your dismay he sits. Just plops himself down in the dirt and dust, smiling at the camera like you’re on a video call.

“There you are,” he coos. “Knew you wouldn’t leave me hanging. You’re not that mean. You like being nice to your boyfriend. I know you do. Always been so sweet.” His rambles err on the side of delusion but you can tell it’s more so desperation. He knows he’s not your boyfriend. An affectionate situationship, maybe. One that’s clearly rooted deeper than you imagined if he’s so torn up about you cutting contact. The two of you are meant to be on a break. He’d been opposed to it the moment you broached the subject, but he begrudgingly agreed once it was clear his pragmatic rebuttals weren’t going to change your mind. Unfortunately, his resolve lasted all of forty-eight hours before he and his big ol’ puppy dog eyes came rolling up on you.

“Seriously, Arlert, get off my porch.”

“Aw, c’mon, baby, don’t call me that. I’m not Arlert to you, you know that. Your man can’t get some love anymore?” He’s been in military schools since he was little. Got brought up hearing everybody call him by his surname. Still has friends that call him that from time to time, but hell if he ever lets you call him anything but his first name. He seems so assured of himself as he watches the tiny camera.

His confidence is exasperating, and the way he’s talking makes you glad your parents don’t understand how to operate their new security system. If they caught wind of this live feed of Armin scratching at the door like a stray pup they’d probably have your head for treating such a nice boy so cruelly. The angry phone call from your mama would pop up on your phone with a swiftness. It makes you regret agreeing to let him meet your parents–your whole damn family!–to begin with. Such a big milestone is meant for actual partners and Armin certainly isn’t that. At least not in your eyes.

“Do you want me to call the cops?” It’s a last resort but one you’re hoping will scare him off, upstanding as he is. At least for the night.

His smile widens, looking absolutely deranged in the black and white night vision filter. His light eyes are two dots of glowing white as he stares at the camera as if he’s looking directly at you.

“You won’t.” He calls your bluff with an insufferably sweet laugh. Of course you won’t. The worst the cops will do is tell him to go home and Armin will smile and nod, saying something about “of course, officer!” But it’ll only make him more eager to see you. How could you call the cops on him? For just wanting to see his pretty girlfriend? Your phone will turn into a brick of lava from how many calls and texts he’ll be blowing you up with the moment he gets home.

“Armin, please, just go home.” You’re getting exasperated, made worse by the late hour. The show you’d been staying up to watch has rolled to credits and you’d like to be able to go to sleep now, but you won’t sleep soundly knowing Armin might still be camping out on your porch.

“Uh-uh, I’m not leaving without seeing you.” He’s dropped the humor again, voice going flat and serious, and you know he means it. Your neighbor’s porch light has gone off now that he’s out of range of the sensor but he’ll happily sit in the dark until you give in. You groan and toss your phone on the cushion next to you, trying to remember if you locked the storm door. It’s made of thick glass and heavy metal and Armin wouldn’t risk property damage just to prove a point. That would actually get you to call the cops and they’d have more to say than a light scolding for trespassing. You distinctly remember clicking the lock into place when you got home and decide you will open the door.

The one leading inside, the one he can’t reach without shattering glass. The TV and living room light are turned off. Each step feels heavier than the last as you approach the front door. The second the deadbolt clicks out of place there’s a frantic shuffling outside the door, assumedly Armin jumping to his feet. The storm door rattles but doesn’t open and you unlock the bottom lock with a bit more confidence. But it withers just as quickly as it blossoms as your eyes find Armin’s.

His hands are leaving prints on the glass as he presses against it like he’s trying to will the barrier away. His expression is more heartbreaking when it’s not filtered through a screen, all glassy eyes and pouty lips, looking every bit like a kicked puppy as his breath makes little gray clouds on the glass door.

“Hi, baby.” His tone is disarming. He says it so sweet and gentle, soft like he thought he’d never see you again. With just two little words he’s managed to shatter your resolve and you take a shaky breath to try to regather your composure. It’s nearly impossible when Armin is hugged up against the glass, forehead leaving a mark high up on the door as he smiles down at you. The plan had been to open the door so you could spout off something cruel enough to chase him away face to face, but the words wither and die on your tongue with the way Armin is looking at you like your hands hung the stars in the sky. It makes no sense that he seems so desperately in love when he can hardly wring a romantic word out of you if he doesn’t have you tucked up underneath him, sprawled out on his bed. That’s when you’re nicest to him. Cooing and crying for him because he makes you feel so good, and that’s why you like him in the first place. The rest is secondary, unnecessary, but he wants it so bad. You can see it burning like blue flames in his eyes and it singes at your determination the longer you meet his gaze.

He laughs when your eyes break from his, something real low like he’s really trying to get you weak in the knees. “Can’t look at me, baby? Where’s my sweet girl? I miss her real bad.”

He presses his hand on the glass again like he’s waiting for you to mirror his touch. It’s something easier to look at as you rest your hand over his. He dwarfs you in every aspect, from the shape of his hand to the size of his heart and it makes a grisly feeling start to fester inside you. Feels like pressing on a bruise as you mull over how long you’ve been stringing Armin along with no real end in sight. In your mind you weren’t looking for anything real or permanent despite your mother’s insistence that Armin is most definitely The One. Because what other boy would come over just to help her in the garden and do all the heavy lifting for your father’s weekend projects? Mama was so insistent that you had to take them where you could get ’em and it would definitely be your ass if she caught wind of you chasing Armin off. On purpose, no less!

“What are you doing here, Armin?” You ask, pretending like you’re not pressing closer to the glass where you can feel the cool pane warming up everywhere his body is touching.

“I wanted to see you.” He says it like it’s that simple. He wanted to see you, so he’s here. Just like that. He’s so startlingly earnest, the absolutely worst person to get yourself tangled up with in regards to something undefined. He wants to define it, set everything in stone so there’s no questioning where your loyalties lie because it’s painfully obvious that he’s only got you on his mind. It was your hope that calling it quits on your little not-really-a-relationship would free him up to find a girl that actually deserves his unrivaled loyalty, but it seems like Armin won’t have anyone if it isn’t you. Even if it means groveling to you in the dark just for a slight chance of seeing your face again. He probably would’ve stayed on your porch for as long as it took to get you to look at him and the dedication is enough to make your head spin.

“Gonna let me in, baby girl?” That usual sweet tone is still gone from his voice, leaving only a stripped back timbre to grate over your already frayed resolve.

“If I open this door you gotta behave.” His breathing comes quicker as your hand reaches for the lock on the storm door. “I’m serious, Armin. Clearly, we have things to sort out and I’m willing to talk since you came all the way here, but that’s all this is. Just talk.” He nods like he’s just been given orders from a drill sergeant, stepping back so you can open the door for him.

The night air smells like bonfires and grass clippings, a soft breeze skimming over your exposed skin, but it only lasts for a moment before Armin’s arms are around you and you’re engulfed in the woodsy scent of his cologne. He clings real tight like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets up for even a second. He’s got one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head as he tucks you up under his chin. It’s equal parts comforting and overwhelming as you melt against him.

“You know that’s not why I’m here, baby. I didn’t come here to talk, I came to get my girl back. But since you wanna talk; let’s talk. Actually, I’ll talk. All you gotta do is listen.” When you don’t say anything back he just closes the door, locking both, then takes his shoes off. He’s been in your house enough times to know his way around in the dark and he leads you to the stairs with careful precision. Avoiding the end table you always bang your hip on and finding the stairway lightswitch on the first try. He’s ill at ease in your family home.

“Go ’head,” he says, sending you up the stairs in front of him, like you’ll run the minute he turns his back. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Armin is bigger than you, faster than you. And while you trust him to never turn his training against you there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d snatch you up if you tried to run from this. So you trudge up the stairs and down the hall to your room, turning on the light and settling on your unmade bed. Ever attentive, Armin catches you squinting beneath the brightness of the overhead light and turns it off in favor of the dimmer bedside lamp. For a minute all he does is pace, wearing tracks on the carpet before he seems to think better of it and crouches in front of you. He holds your face like he’s caught a star in his hands, thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks as he presses a searing kiss against your lips. He lingers and you can smell mint and something fruity lingering on his breath as he breathes your air before standing straight again.

“Clearly, we haven’t been on the same page lately,” he starts. “So let me straighten you out.”

“Your mama’s right, baby. I’m trying to make you my wife. I don’t need you to be as loud about it as I am but I need to know that you’re my girl. Here and now, tell me what you are. I wanna hear the words or this is over, and I mean that. Lemme hear how much I mean to you or you’ll never hear from me again.” Fuck. Your heart seizes up in your chest like he just punched through your ribs to wrap his hand around it. Pulsing and palpitating until your breath starts coming too quick in your lungs. Shallow and rattled, making you lightheaded as you try to wrap your head around Armin being gone from your life for good. This little break wasn’t meant to be the end of things, just a short reprieve from all his attention. You hadn’t thought of what it would be like for Armin to be gone forever. And there you go dragging him along again, wanting him close enough to keep but far enough that he wasn’t truly yours. Seems like he’s gotten wise to your game and doesn’t wanna play anymore.

“I wanna have a family someday, baby. Wanna have kids and a wife I can love on when I come home from work. Want a woman who wants me and lets me love her how I need to.” He lifts your chin with a steady hand, forcing you to meet his eyes even as anxious tears start to swim in your vision, making everything warped and shimmery. “I want that woman to be you, baby. She is you. Just lemme hear it. I want you to say it’s me and you.”

Your voice breaks, getting caught behind the lump in your throat as your skin prickles and your stomach flips. He’s asking for everything. No holds barred. A real relationship where you don’t get to pretend that he isn’t yours and you aren’t his. No more laughing it off when people say the two of you look cute together or giving coy smiles when the topic of you being single comes up in conversation. He’s put you at the edge of a cliff. In front of you is nothing. A yawning abyss that will swallow you the moment you say no, but Armin is still behind you with open arms, waiting for you to step back and accept him. Fully. No more running, no more games.

When you finally get a sound to come out it’s soft and whispered. “It’s us.”

Like tossing oil on a fire, Armin’s mood flares, that sunshine smile nearly splitting his cheeks as he falls to his knees. He’s real gentle, touching you softly as he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, baby? You and me?” He beams, sounding every bit as breathless as you are.

“You and me. Just us. Only us.” You’re rambling, not even fully understanding the weight of what you’re saying. When Armin says something, he means it. And you tossing words around just to please him is gonna get you caught up, but you realize it too late. They’re already out, he heard ’em off your tongue and Armin has never been someone to let people take back what they’ve said. You gotta stand ten toes down on your every word around him. Because what other man would meet a girl’s parents and start talking real sweet about taking good care of her for them if he didn’t mean it?

And like he can read your thoughts, Armin gets his hands around your waist to push you further up the bed, big blue eyes bearing down on you. “I mean that, baby. You’re mine now. From this moment forward. No more of this taking a break and runnin’ away shit. You’re mine ’til we die, and I’m being so serious.” It’s everything but a ring and it’s too late to take it back.

He lays you down on your pillows and presses his lips over yours like he’s sealing wax on a letter. It’s hot and sloppy, spit dripping down your chin as you pant into each other’s mouths. He pulls away when you start sucking on his tongue, pressing wet kisses against your racing pulse as he tries to steady himself. His round nose comes to rest in the hollow behind your ear, breath skating across your throat as his hands grip tight to your waist.

“I don’t have the patience tonight, baby.” He’s back to whining as he thumbs at your shirt. “Want you, need you. I’ll treat you nice later, princess. Swear I’ll be real good, but right now I don’t think I can treat you like a gentleman. Just wanna feel you.” Armin has always been chivalrous when it comes to sex. Asking for clear consent every step of the way. Pausing to ask if he can take off your shirt like his tongue wasn’t just down your throat and asking if you’re comfortable to keep going the moment he catches wind of a hint of discomfort. It’s always been endearing if not a bit mind-boggling every time he’s kissing up your spine to ask if you’re okay when he has you bent over moaning his name.

“Treat me bad, Minnie. I’ve been mean to you. Lemme apologize.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, working you out of your nightshirt. “Yeah, you’ve been real mean. Trying to run away from me like I won’t chase you to the ends of the earth. Tell your man how sorry you are, baby.” He’s mumbling around a mouthful the second he gets your shirt off, mouth kissing over your breasts until he gets one in his mouth. Your breath hitches the second his tongue flicks over a sensitive bud, the heat of his mouth chasing away the chill of your bedroom. He lets out a sound of his own as your hands find his hair, nails dragging over his scalp as your back arches to get him closer. Armin’s arm finds the space left between you and the mattress, clinging close so you can’t run away when the feeling gets to be too much. He leaves a shiny mess across your skin as he mouths his way over to your other breast, kissing and sucking against your skin as his tongue traces tight circles over your nipple. He’s as close as he can get, knee planted between your thighs to give you something to grind on.

“Feel good, princess?” To the uninitiated, Armin might look small, but his entire body is corded with muscle. His thigh flexes where it’s pressed up against you, dragging a whine from your lips at the sudden firmness. It feels good and you say as much, but it’s not nearly enough to feel him through so many obstacles. Your panties and leggings are soaked through, leaving a dark spot on his sweatpants but you want to be closer. Wanna feel skin on skin as you grind against him. One of your hands leaves his hair to dip beneath the waistband of your pants but it’s snatched away before your fingertips reach your clit. The arm under your back flexes and suddenly you’re upright, perched on Armin’s lap with his thigh still pressed up between your legs.

“Uh-uh, princess,” he scolds. “You like trying to tell me how much of you I’m allowed to have so tonight you’re only gonna take what I give you. If you want to cum you gotta do it just like this.” His hands settle on your hips, coaxing you to go back to grinding against him and you do because you wanna cum even if it feels impossible with all the layers between you. A shiver trickles down your spine as Armin’s hands caress your bare skin, rubbing up and down your waist while he watches you try to get off on his thigh. It isn’t working and a whine falls from your lips the longer he has you working over his leg. It feels good, has you right up on the edge, but you still can’t cum. And he’s being so mean about it. Smiling in your face as his nose brushes against yours.

“C’mon, baby, I know you wanna cum.” His hands are on your hips again, guiding your frantic pace to a slow crawl, laughing when you try to strain against his hold because he’s not helping. Everything feels hot and wet, a mess of sweat and slick building up as you pant against Armin’s neck, biting at his skin just to get back at him for keeping you from the orgasm that you so desperately want. It only seems to entice him as his head falls back to give you more space to dig your teeth into.

“That’s right, princess. Mark me up, let everybody know who I belong to. I’m yours right, baby? I’m your man and you’re my girl. Lemme hear it, princess.” His skin is already going red where your teeth were, crescent marks standing out against his pale skin as his hand settles on the back of your head to keep your mouth on his neck. You mumble out a soft litany of words, “mine, mine, all mine” as you suck a bruise into his skin.

“Fuck, princess, that’s right. Yours. I’m all yours, only yours.” He pulls you up for a kiss, spit spilling into your mouth as he sucks on your tongue. It’s enough to finally push you over the edge but the feeling is pitiful. A few short spasms as you clench around nothing. It leaves you hot and frustrated, worse off than you had been when you were still chasing the high. Armin’s hands soothe over your shaking thighs, cooing over how good you did for him like he helped at all.

“Lay back for me, baby,” he hums, guiding you to rest against the pillows once more. He helps you out of your leggings and panties as you cringe at the sticky sound the sodden fabric makes as he peels it off your skin. Your thighs are slick and shiny and Armin can’t take his eyes off the mess you’ve made as he tosses your clothes aside. His hands press your knees apart then move higher until the pad of his thumb is rubbing smooth circles over your clit. It’s almost too much after being neglected for so long and your thighs snap closed around his wrist. Armin kisses his teeth and pries your legs back open so he can press two fingers inside you. He mimics the sound when you whine at the feeling of his fingers curling against the spot that has your vision blurring and back arching.

“Make as much noise as you want, princess. You’re not running from me.” You barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears and your hand grabs at his wrist, trying to get him to slow down as your thighs start to quiver again. It barely sounds intelligible the way you whine his name, choking on a moan when his eyes meet yours.

“Hands. Off.” He says it like an order, sharp and clear, and your hand jumps away from his wrist in an instant. “Tonight I get to treat you how I want. You just gotta sit there and take it, pretty. Go ’head and cry if you need to, baby, but you’re gonna take everything I give you.” He sounds angry and it makes your pussy clench around his fingers. Your sweet boy is gone and maybe that’s what you get for playing around with his emotions to suit your own needs.

“M’sorry, Minnie,” you slur as he works you towards another orgasm. His eyes soften as he stares down at you, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“I know you are, baby. I know my girl didn’t really mean it. You were just scared.” Were you? Maybe. Scared of how serious Armin was about you, how desperately sincere he was when it came to you. His lips brush against yours and you find yourself curling towards him, arms wrapped around his neck as the knot in your stomach winds tighter and tighter until the tension snaps. He swallows every sound you make as you ride your high out on his fingers, shivering like you’re about to fall apart at the seams. You sag against the sheets, panting and sticky as Armin sits above you looking unfairly pristine. Aside from his tousled hair and the developing bruises, he looks completely untouched. Still fully clothed as he licks the mess of your arousal off his fingers.

It makes you feel more vulnerable than you already are. His intensity has seared at all your nerves and it makes you jittery every time his eyes meet yours. Armin seems to revel in your frazzled emotions, leaning in real close so you don’t have the luxury of taking your eyes off his.

“Look at me, baby. Just me, only me, yeah?” You try to say something back, tongue tangling over a response as Armin brushes his nose against yours and kisses you with his eyes wide open. It nearly melts your insides the way he’s staring at you. The kiss devolves into a wet press of parted lips as Armin holds your chin so you can’t look away from him, bright eyes hollowing out your insides, scraping away any thought that isn’t about him, him, him. When you finally part there’s a string of spit sparkling like spidersilk between your mouths and he breaks it with a greedy swipe of his tongue.

“Gonna fuck you like I love you,” he murmurs, finally, finally pulling his shirt off. “You know I love you, right, princess?” He asks as he shoves his sweatpants down his hips. I love you. Three little words to make your heartbeat stutter no matter how many times he’s said it. No other man would treat you the way Armin does if he wasn’t in love with you. It’s all too much. He’s too much. But Armin doesn’t seem to care if he’s overwhelming you as he reaches between your bodies to rub the head of his dick through your messy folds, your thighs jolting when he grinds against your clit.

“Tell me you want me, baby, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve. Like the fucking princess you are.” You’re babbling before he’s even finished, tongue tripping over how fast you’re trying to get the words out. A sloppy mantra of “want it, want you, please!” as Armin presses inside you. He’s real slow about it, making sure you feel every single inch of him as he feeds you his dick. His forehead is pressed against yours, damp bangs sticking to your skin as he bottoms out inside you. He’s got you sweating and shaking, nails digging into his skin hard enough to raise welts but he’s just as fucked out on the first stroke. He presses a kiss between your eyes as his hands squeeze at your hips when you try to move, pining you steady against the sheets.

“Fuck, hold still, princess.” He’s panting against your mouth, kissing over your parted lips like it’ll distract you from the way he’s twitching inside you. You shift again, not sure if you’re trying to run or get closer but all it takes is a flex of Armin’s hands on your hips to make the decision for you. You’re not going anywhere with the way he’s pressing you into the bed. “Still, baby. Keep moving your hips like that and I’m gonna cum too fast.” He presses another kiss to your pouty lips, mumbling about “be still” as he pets his hands over the plushness of your thighs. You drag your nails over his shoulders and feel his muscles tense and relax as he shivers through the feeling, hissing where he’s sucking bruises into your throat. He’s never been one to leave obvious marks, too much of a gentleman to let you go around looking like you got attacked, but it seems like all bets are off with the mood he’s in. He’s trying to prove something, to stake his claim and make sure you don’t forget it. It’s hard to forget anything about him when he’s bottomed out inside you, so deep you can feel him in your throat. And he won’t move.

“Minnie,” you whine, nuzzling against him because you know he likes it. He smiles like you expected, pushing back against you until you’re nose to nose again.

“What’s wrong, baby. Tell me what you need.” His hands on your hips have lessened their restraint, tracing shapes over your bare skin as he smiles down at you.

“Need you. Need you to move. Please!” Your voice pitches upwards, cracking off into a whine as he finally moves. He pulls out real slow before fucking into you with enough intensity to drive you further up the bed. Armin has always been pretty. Blonde hair and big blue eyes. But he even sounds pretty when he’s inside you, whining and moaning like he’s not the one fucking you into the mattress. He balances himself on his forearms, caging your head in so you can’t look anywhere but up at him because he knows you wanna look away. You can’t stand staring at him for too long and seeing all the adoration welling up in his eyes. It’s too much. His hips grinding against your clit while he’s staring down at you, panting about how much he loves you. Your eyes pinch shut as you try to turn your face away from him.

“Uh-uh.” His hand is quick to find your jaw, holding your face steady even as you refuse to open your eyes. There’s light leaking through your eyelids, brightness going in and out as Armin’s shadow moves above you. It all goes dark for a second as you feel his lips press against both of your eyelids, then your nose before settling over your lips. His tongue drags a messy streak over your mouth before he kisses you again, nipping at your bottom lip. The sharp edge of his teeth is enough to have your eyes popping open and he’s there to see you, giving you another open-eyed kiss as the hand on your jaw slips lower. Down the column of your throat, teasing over your nipple, over the dip of your navel, before his fingers find your clit. The feeling has your eyes rolling back but the second you lose sight of him everything stops. His fingers, his hips. Everything.

“Eyes on me, princess. Don’t take your eyes off me.” He’s so pretty but even still it all feels too intimate and tears begin to burn in your eyes. Armin kisses each of them away in turn when the tears start to spill down your cheeks.

“You okay, baby? Need me to stop?” You whimper, more tears coming faster now as you shake your head and cling closer to him. Legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he splits you open with each rock of his hips. Armin smiles and kisses the tip of your nose, murmuring “there’s my sweet girl” as you pull him closer. Each breath feels too short and sticks in your throat as Armin works you to the edge. He’s starting to lose his rhythm, hips stuttering and arm shaking next to your head.

“Fuck, I’m close, princess. Want you to come with me. Need it.” You’re already there, close to pushing at his stomach to get away from the feeling of his cock bullying that sweet spot inside you as his fingers refuse to let up on your clit. It’s driving you to the edge real fast, melting your insides and scrambling your mind. When you try to speak, nothing intelligible comes out. Just a dumb wash of babbling whimpers as your hands tangle in Armin’s hair to pull him into a spit-soaked kiss. It’s hard to keep your eyes open when you come. Armin has you knotted up tight, every muscle clenched as he works you to the edge and you can feel your eyelids trying to flutter as the tension finally breaks with a blinding flash of ecstasy. It sings through your body, has you wound up so tight Armin is whimpering about your pussy choking his dick.

“S’too tight, baby. Gotta relax for me. Gotta let me go, princess.” Somewhere in your addled mind you find the audacity to be upset about him telling you to let him go. Wasn’t he just telling you it would never be that easy to get rid of him? You wrap yourself tighter around him with a petulant “no!”

“Not letting you go. You’re mine!” Armin’s nodding along, whimpering and squeezing at your waist.

“That’s right, princess. I’m yours. And you’re mine, right?” He’s given up on really trying to move and starts grinding against you, stirring up your insides like you didn’t just come hard enough for your vision to go white for a second. Now you wanna let him go as he digs his cock into your gummy walls, making a bigger mess between your legs. It already sounds sloppy enough, each shift of his hips punctuated by the slick sound of your pussy leaking a frothy mess onto your sheets. You must’ve agreed with whatever Armin said ’cause he’s smiling–positively beaming–down at you as he sits up and pulls you up into his lap. When your hand starts to shove at the hard planes of his stomach he just laughs and slides right back in until he’s pressed as deep as he can get.

“You’re so warm, baby, I don’t wanna leave. Don’t wanna cum yet.” He whines as he works his hips real slow.

“S’too much!” It feels like you’ve been struck by lightning, the jolts of static singing through your body as Armin keeps you on his dick after he’s already pulled three orgasms out of you.

“You can do it, baby.” He sounds just as fucked out as you do, skin sparkling with sweat as he works himself up to the edge.

“C’mon, Minnie. Please. Love you. Need you to cum for me.” You hadn’t expected your desperate coaxing to have such an immediate effect but Armin tenses up immediately, cumming with a hoarse shout of your name the second you start whining about loving him. He fills you up and then some, leaking down your thighs as he works himself through it. He’s crying and shivering as he pulls you up until you’re chest to chest.

“Again. Say it again.” He’s got your face in his hands again, keeping your eyes on him. You’re both crying now, tears spilling over his fingers as he kisses you like he’ll die the moment his mouth parts from yours.

You say it again, “Love you.”

“Again.”

“Love you, Minnie.”

“Who, baby?” He presses. “Who loves me?”

“I do,” you whisper. “I love you, Armin.”

“I love you, too, baby. Fuck, I love you so much. My girl. I’m gonna fucking marry you, baby, I swear I will. Gonna take such good care of you.” Each admission is another nail in the coffin. This isn’t how the night was meant to go. You were on a break. Separated. Armin shouldn’t even be here and yet here he is carrying you down the hall to the bathroom and sitting you on his lap while he fills the tub with water. You’re too tired and boneless to protest when he sits in the bath with you, pulling your back into his chest so he can kiss over the marks he left on your neck and whisper about how happy you’ve made him.

“I’ve been waiting so long, baby. Been waiting for you to say it back. You know I’m not letting you go after this, right? I’m gonna get you a ring, so everybody knows you’re mine. Something real pretty for my princess.” He promises, lifting your left hand to his mouth so he can press a lingering kiss to your ring finger.

“Just wait, baby. I’m gonna talk to your dad when your parents get back. Ask his permission so I can do this right. I swear I’m gonna make you my girl forever.”

#armin ★#armin smut #armin x reader smut #armin x reader #★ mine!

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amymaleneart · 2 months

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Hear me out! AU of the AU

"Nothing went wrong harpy AU" where Metheor and Comet both lived but SOMEHOW accepted Y/N and very much refuzed leaving the farm.

Y/N ends up being an auncle and go-to babysitter for the new chiks. You know, that kind of person in the family that ends up as practically third parent.

Out Of Character for wild human-avoiding harpies? Perhaps. Cute as fluff? Absolutely!

That could be interesting. Let's just say that Y/N managed to arrive to the farm a whole day early. Before the whole *ahem* unfortunate event happened.

Y/N would definitely give Ranger Freddy a call to inform him about the mated pair taking up residents in the barn. Zir know it's for the best that they and their nest gets transferred back to the park.

But it just so happens that Freddy is not able to remove them because the park is underfunded. He doesn't have the necessary manpower to move 2 very large adult harpies without the risk of hurting them and/or the eggs. Otherwise it is illegal for Y/N to move them zirself. So zir pretty much stuck with them.

Zir has already left everything behind and the farm is all zir have. So Y/N isn't going anywhere either. Zir would retreat back to the RV and leave the harpies alone. Who, by the way, already pretty much made clear that zir are not welcome.

So the next day, the previous owner arrives to finish the paperwork. The old woman even offered Y/N help in removing the vermin like the good neighbor she is. Y/N, of course, refused and kindly asked to leave zir property when she was starting to get persistent. She does, but gave Y/N a bad feeling that this was not the end of it. Zir called Freddy and told him what happened. He was able to come soon afterwards and help camp out for the night. And also to check up on Meteor and Comet from the safety of the RV.

And Y/N was correct when she showed up with her posy later that day and tries to kill the harpies anyway. With Freddy's help, and a strategic call to the police, you were able to fend off the intruders, even risking zir own life by blocking the nest with your own body. The police arrived in the nick of time and arrested the criminals.

Because of that, Comet has complete trust in zir while Meteor just pretty much tolerated zir for a while. Comet even allowed you to be near the chicks after they were hatched. Even letting zir watch the chicks as both parents goes out to hunt.

Eventually your farm becomes a sort of sanctuary for the harpy family and the chicks grows up with three parents being a part of their lives.

#au of an au #winged dca #harpy au #sun and moon fnaf #sundrop and moondrop #sun and moon x reader #archive of our own #dca fandom #harpy dca #answered asks #lets-zofifi-stuff

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Just Bruce pounding into a VERY young Tim extremely hard during dinner, the table keeps shaking and people’s glasses spill as he keeps picking the pace up, grunting and gasping hoarsely as he fucks Tim’s unbelievably tight little pussy, and eventually cumming as he presses as deep as he can go. And the family sitting uncomfortably as this happens, unable to say a thing because this is /technically/ legal, Tim’s parents gave consent, and turns out there was some ancient loophole in NJ’s legal code that meant all this was fine, technically. But that doesn’t mean they like it, and Dick hates having to wipe the cum from Tim’s bruised cunt as he gets him washed and dressed for daycare

!!!! dark au featuring extremely underaged tim and the rest of the family knows it's wrong but still let it happen because it's technically okay.

tim is their little neighbor and his parents are often away. tim used to play in his garden and backyard a lot and sometimes would wander onto wayne manor's grounds chasing a butterfly or his ball. eventually, they got acquainted with tim and his negligent nanny who was too busy chatting on the phone with her boyfriend to notice the little boy she was supposed to be minding was out playing in the road.

one too many calls to tim's parents meant that eventually they were often called and asked to see if they were willing to take tim in for a few months out of the year while jack and janet traveled. a few forms to cover everyone's ass and it was all wrapped up and done. unlike the forms that bruce signed for dick and jason- tim's forms were meant for an occupant of a residence of a temporary kind. typically the forms were used by young women who were in transitionary periods after marrying their husbands but still living at home with parents. young ladies couldn't very well be seen hanging around the residence of a man they were not registered to live at- the scandal of it!!!! so the forms were created for that purpose- eventually the people that used those forms included orphans living at a residence they hadn't yet been adopted into and children in split custody agreements of divorced parents. in tim's case the fact that he spent more than half a year with the wayne's ment that, legally, he had to be treated like a child of divorce.

which was alright. the paperwork ensured tim's safety and everything while in their care. the problem were the technicalities.

the paperwork was old. ancient and all the little allowances within it meant that bruce, as tim's guardian, was allowed to fuck tim and there would be no legal consequences for "defilement" of property. because when that form was created, virginity, along with the daughter, was still considered the property of the father.

sure tim was well under the age of consent but in gotham there was the loophole of how older laws took precedence in courts. and the permission slip that jack and janet had signed was as old as gotham and definitely older than the modern age of consent.

even if dick or anyone called the police and had bruce arrested, bruce's lawyers would have him out by the end of the day and he'd be back in the manor and crawling into tim's bed with him, pushing up his little nightdresses and fucking his babypussy that barely even strained to take a cock bruce's size anymore.

bruce had spent days stretching tim out, plugging him full of fingers and his tongue while tim watched tv and played.

dick and jason would just have to pretend like it wasn't happening because bruce didn't even give them the mercy of trying to hide this...depravity from them.

having to hear every single wet thrust and deep grunt from bruce as he bottomed out in tim and mashed his head to the opening of tim's cervix made it impossible for dick to ignore sweet timmy. timmy who didn't seem to care about what his interim "daddy" did because he was just too unaware and didn't know. he didn't understand.

the thing is that bruce is a decent father. when he's not bending tim in half and working his cock deep into his baby slit.

he plays with tim, dresses him in nice clothes, kisses him, buys him toys. he does the things that decent fathers do. (certainly does more than tim's old nannies and even his parents do).

but he fucks tim and dick just cannot reconcile the two vastly different images in his head of a predator and a father. an opportunist and a concerned neighbor wondering why a kid without shoes is wandering around his garden.

bruce is a good father and tim loves him so much as probably the only adult who has shown great care and love for him.

and that's why dick keeps his mouth shut. why alfred and jason and everyone else who knows and avoids looking at bruce as he roughly fucks tim at the breakfast table.

bruce finishes deep in tim's impossibly small cunt and proceeds to blow raspberries on tim's giggling cheeks before fixing his nightdress back down to his knees and placing tim in a nearby chair to finish his breakfast.

it's painful. hearing tim's laughs and giggles and seeing the way he runs to jump into bruce's arms. like a sweet lamb excited to see a butcher. so utterly ignorant and unaware of the danger they're in.

dick hates it. sometimes he wishes tim just knew it was wrong. that he'd cry and fight it so dick or jason or anyone had an excuse to step in and knock bruce's lights out. teach him a lesson about what happened when he put his hands on a little kid.

but it never happens.

bruce has to hurry to work and kisses tim's small head goodbye, promising to pick him up from day care. and tim will bounce in his chair excited as if bruce won't park on the corner, have tim get naked in the backseat and then fuck him hard and rough for an hour on the backseat before taking an exhausted tim back home.

dick knows that's what happened because he got into trouble once and had to clean all the family cars as punishment and dick had seen and smelt the cum stains on the car's carpet interior along with the spots where lube had soaked into the leather seats.

the worst part is that bruce is so rough with tim. he fucks him like he's another one of the models bruce dates whose cunts have been whored out enough that the force doesn't matter. bruce doesn't fuck tim like he's a sweet little kid who plays hopscotch and who begs dick to help him beat difficult levels in video games or who asks jason if he can sleep in his bed with him because he had a nightmare.

bruce fucks him hard and leaves the rest of them behind to clean up what he's gone out and done. jason can't stomach the clean up. he'd thrown up the first tim he tried, the entire thing had reminded him so horribly of something that happened out on the streets.

alfred always gets this disturbingly blank look as he cleans up the table and says something about how master timothy need to wash up. but then he never...reaches for tim who is humming a song he learned from his cartoons.

so it falls to dick.

the ugly work. the dirty work.

running a bath for tim and gently stripping him of his nightdress and his panties in the rare instance that he was wearing them. there are babywipes in each bathroom and dick uses one to gently wipe at tim's reddened little cunt, careful not to make a face at the thick, warm globs of cum that get cleaned off. once in the bath dick cleans every part of tim. every part. he gently uses two fingers to part the lips of tim's baby pussy and then another finger to press in and gently scrape out the fat load bruce shot into the kid.

no one deserves to have to go to daycare with a cunt full of gross cum that will have the teachers thinking tim wet himself by the end of the day. that's the last thing tim needs. to be made fun of by the other kids for 'wetting' himself.

so dick does it. he's careful, using a gentle touch on tim's bruised parts because bruce is a fucking piece of shit.

sometimes tim squirms, still pent up on energy because bruce doesn't always make sure tim cums.

so dick will make another sacrifice. he'll rub and touch and squeeze tim's baby clit until tim's making little mewls and cries and his insides are clenching around nothing and forcing out drops of bruce's cum.

the world is fucked. bruce is fucked. and dick is the most fucked of all for trying to continue living in a fucked up piece of shit world where he fingers a little kid to orgasm after his dad finished fucking them.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

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letters-to-rosie · 1 year

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CaitVi married life headcanons

now that Cait and Vi have made their in-person appearances in my WIP, I've been thinking about them a lot. For context, my story's in a modern setting and CaitVi are married.

Caitlyn's family owns a bunch of properties. Our lovebirds live in one outside the city center so they can have room for a garden

Their wedding was in the winter and the decorations looked like ice and stars and it was magical okay

Vi is the better cook. She learned from Vander, who wanted all the kids to know how to fix themselves something. Cait grew up with chefs in her house so she's got less experience in that area

Vi is also the one who cares more about things like decorating. She still deals with PTSD from her time in prison and the events that led to that, so she wants the home to feel cozy. Caitlyn's always just gone along with family decorating choices before, but she enjoys Vi's vision and collaborates with her

Caitlyn does the finances. They've got more money than she knows what to do with since they live rather simply compared to the way she grew up. The house was also a gift, so there's no mortgage. Caitlyn directs a good portion of their budget to charitable causes she cares about

and on that note, Caitlyn is the one who pays more attention to causes, especially ones that concern the Undercity. Ironically, Vi's avoidance-based trauma response keeps her from wanting to spend much time or energy thinking about the place she grew up. In the context of my fic, that's the main source of tension in her arc and her relationship with her sister

They don't keep a staff like Caitlyn's parents do, but they have a housekeeper come once a week

Vi thinks her wife's sense of justice is very hot lol. They celebrate together every time Caitlyn (who in this AU quits the police rather early due to red tape/her mom's machinations and later goes on to become a prosecutor for the district attorney) wins a case

speaking of careers, in this AU Vi is a personal trainer and likes to come home and talk shit about her clients over a glass of wine

sometimes Cait talks shit about her clients too lol

they don't keep a very wide social circle. Just a few friends, and they keep in touch with family. Altogether, for all they've been through, they're doing pretty well

#arcane #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #violyn #caitlyn x vi #fanfiction #headcanons #just for fun #rosie's writing desk #revolution-verse

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redfoxtail26 · 2 years

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DP AU where ghosts are invisible to non-ghosts by default:

Ghosts still can be visible, but it's an active power like how invisibility is in canon, and other ghosts can still see them when invisible, so most don't really see a point to it.

Halfas are always at least slightly visible, even in ghost form. When switching forms, they retain the same level of visibility.

All ghosts, halfa or otherwise, are entirely intangible, except to other ghosts. Most can switch to full tangibility at will.

This has certain consequences:

Since Danny can be seen by ghosts, and partially seen by humans, there's little to no tactical advantage to being "invisible".

In most cases, Phantom is the only ghost seen fighting, and is therefore blamed for almost all of the property damage by ghosts (even if he wasn't present).

Most people aren't entirely sure Phantom is a ghost, despite the name. After all, he claims to be fighting ghosts, but can't or won't explain why people can see him and not the rest. Since he's the only "ghost" most people have seen, there's no concrete evidence that ghosts exist.

Phantom having a secret identity is public knowledge. There's not really a strong investigation (just the local police), since he's mostly regarded as a non-violent vandal.

It's way harder for him to get to the scene of a fight. What with the lack of ghost awareness, his only alert systems are his ghost sense and word of mouth that "something weird is going on" or "that Phantom guy is up to something again".

As an added bonus, Danny gets in a lot more trouble for skipping class (not that he didn’t get in a lot before), because there's no panic over ghost attacks until Phantom shows up, and it's minimal even then.

The Fentons still believe in ghosts, but they're not considered to be reputable. They think Phantom is a special kind of ghost, and that he's some sort of leader to them. (They're not entirely wrong on the first, and the second is somewhat true later on if Danny becomes the Ghost King.)

The GIW have no reason to exist, at least not as a "government organization". If they do exist, it's as a large-scale group of "paranormal investigators".

Valerie blaming Phantom for her father's demotion makes way more sense, since Cujo was invisible the whole time. There's more of a backlash against the Huntress, because she's more of a standard vigilante. Her weapons are mostly designed to work on humans, but some of them work on halfas, too. (Vlad couldn't give her weapons that only worked on full ghosts, because she was bound to use them on "criminals" besides Phantom.) She still calls Phantom "ghost", but it's less of a dehumanizing identifier, and more of an effort to intentionally get his name wrong. Danny may or may not think this means she believes in ghosts.

The Phanclub is much smaller, and mostly consists of "Phantom believers" who trust that Phantom is telling the truth about ghosts, and that he really is protecting Amity Park. A minority of Phans think he really is responsible for at least some of the property damage, but forgive/respect him for one reason or another. Sam and Tuck pretend to be part of this group, Sam because "he's calling attention to the poor construction and maintenance of public and commercial infrastructure", and Tuck because "you've gotta respect a guy who occasionally gets school canceled and blames it on ghosts. absolute legend." Wes is perma-banned from the club for repeated attempts to convince its members that Phantom is really Danny Fenton, the kid who skips half his classes to go to the bathroom and couldn't knock down a wall if he had a wrecking ball, let alone finger lasers. Danny himself could only be caught dead at a Phanclub meeting, because his parents would kill him if he were found supporting a ghost.

Feel free to ask me more if I missed something, but as of right now, I think this post is long enough already. XD

#danny phantom #full transparency au #?#i'm open to suggestions #dp au #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #valerie gray #dp cujo #vlad masters #sam manson #tucker foley #weird thing my brain came up with

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zer0gone · 9 months

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Painting a Red Cross On a White Door

Sometimes tragedies are out of our control, even if they’re foreseen.

TW: Blood, gore, mild drug use, death, animal death

> Word count: 6,833

> Wanted to make a fic for Shmorp-mcdurgen’s Alt au. I started this in March.

All it took was a calm spring day for it all to go wrong.

Not entirely, Casey knew this was possibly over a week in the making. It was just one day when the pieces finally fell into place.

Their little brother always tended to run off and do his own thing, that’s just how he was, but he hadn’t been gone for this long before. And with the reports of kids going missing or being found dead, there was cause for concern.

Casey wondered when they should’ve spoken up.

Was it when Andy had gone out? It was early enough to see the trail he left in the grass, the dew giving everything a paler tint except where it had been disturbed. The mourning dove coos and gentle breeze made the day seem perfect.

Was it when their mum had made lunch? It wasn’t unusual for him to skip meals. To any kid his age playing is more important than food. Their mum just shrugged and put Andy’s portion in some Tupperware for him to eat later, like she always did.

Was it when mid afternoon was reached and they still hadn’t heard anything from him? He did tend to lose track of time, Casey remembered the times they both played in the woods on the property long enough to give their mum a stroke. That always earned them a scolding from their dad.

Andy couldn’t have lost track of time for that long by himself, but he had been spending the last few days talking to an imaginary friend. When a kid’s imagination gets like that it’s like time doesn’t exist.

Was it when their mum started calling neighbors, and their dad went out to search the property? They hadn’t seen either of their parents much throughout the day, but they had so many chances to say something. And yet they kept quiet, letting the weight on their tongue keep them from speaking.

Maybe Casey should’ve said something before today even started.

Maybe they should’ve mentioned what they saw with the chicken’s bodies. They weren’t just being caught and dragged by some wild animal, animals don’t do all of that and not eat them.

Maybe they should’ve mentioned when Andy was staying up past his bedtime, saying he just wanted to keep talking to his friend. Some nights he even snuck through the house. Casey could hear more whispers than there should’ve been whenever he passed their door.

Maybe they should’ve mentioned the things they were hearing inside and outside the house, sounds of things being moved around and calls they couldn’t connect to any animals to.

It was sunset when their dad returned, their mum had already left for the police station to report Andy missing. She was already tearing up when she left the house, nobody she called were of any help.

Now she’s probably shrieking at whichever poor soul that was working the front desk. Casey couldn’t blame her, they’d do the same.

But they aren’t there, they’re at home, sitting on the couch, doing nothing.

They looked up at the sound of their dad getting up from the dinner table. Looks like he just finished the leftovers. They got a sour taste in their mouth, those were for Andy.

He walked over to the sink, dropping his fork and turning on the water. Casey could feel the weight on their tongue get heavier. If they said something now it wouldn’t change much, would it? It’d be too late to do anything if what they thought happened was true.

It didn’t really matter how the chickens were dying anyways, something was still eating them. They didn't know how big it was, nobody had seen it.

What if it was big enough to consider Andy prey?

Casey’s stomach dropped. They looked at their dad again.

He had grabbed the sponge on the counter and was cleaning the Tupperware. He hadn’t made a sound since he’d come back to announce that he hadn’t found anything.

Casey’s fingers found the hem of their shorts, messing with the fabric. They swallowed, preparing themself for their dad’s reaction to the question in their mind.

“Dad?”

Their dad hummed, still cleaning the container.

“Do you think… the thing that’s been getting the chickens-”

They startled at their dad slamming the plastic into the sink. Their anxiety already beginning to spike.

“Do Not Finish That Sentence Casey,” he said, tense. “We ain’t thinking about that.”

They looked down at their hands, still on their shorts. They tried to calm down but it didn’t stop the pit forming in their stomach.

The sound of a car door slamming shut signaled their mum’s return from the station. The sound of gravel crunching quickly changing to the wood of the porch meant she was probably speed walking to the house.

“Don’t you bring that up to your mom either.” Their dad turned off the sink. “She’s already scared enough”

Casey swallowed. They felt like they were going to puke.

The front door opened, their mum practically slapping the keys onto the table next to the door. Casey didn’t look up, they didn’t want to see what state their mum would be in from her visit to the station. Knowing the police’s reputation, she wasn’t told anything good.

She sped past them to the hallway, they could hear her looking through the cabinet. The rattle of pills told them exactly what she was doing. Casey wished she wouldn't get high right now, this wasn’t the time for it.

They looked up as she walked to the kitchen, past their dad who had already sat back down at the dinner table.

“You find anything?” She sounded tired.

“Is he here?” Their dad gestured to the room. “No? Then there’s your answer”

“Can you not be like this right now?”

Their mum turned to the cabinet, opening it and taking out a cup. She put the handful of pills on the counter as she turned on the sink. She sighed.

“The station wasn’t much help, but at least he’s officially reported”

She filled the cup with water and turned off the sink. She turned around, leaning against the counter.

“Was so close to grabbing that cop’s pretty, white hair and ripping it out. Maybe then they’d spend less time blabbing about protocol and paperwork and actually do something”

She scooped the pills off the counter, and took them all at once. Lifting the cup to her mouth and drinking. Casey felt both anxious and tired at the sight.

Their dad huffed.

“Doing paperwork and following protocol does more than sitting around popping painkillers”

“Oh really? Like you did anything, how long have you been sitting there? Don’t think I didn’t notice the Tupperware you left in the sink”

“I told you I didn’t find anything,” their dad growled. “I spent hours going through these woods and all I found was some more chicken corpses”

Their mum sat for a second, then paled at a realization.

“Oh god wait, that thing that’s been eating the chickens, what if…” She turned to Casey, making eye contact with them. “What if it got Andy?”

So much for keeping that thought to themself.

“God dammit, we can’t think about shit like that right now!” Their dad raised his voice louder. “How many times do I gotta tell the two of you! Thinking about shit like that gets nothing done!”

“Sitting on your ass doesn’t get shit done either!” Their mum shrieked. Casey bit their tongue. Fighting doesn’t get anything done, but if they said that out loud their parents would turn their anger to them. They didn’t want that. A sound from outside got Casey’s attention.

“Momma! Help me!”

Casey felt their throat close up. That was a kid’s voice outside.

“Hey, mum? Dad? I- I think somebody’s outside” Casey winced at the stutter, hopefully their parents wouldn’t focus on it.

They both stopped arguing.

“Mom! Dad! Help! It hurts!”

Andy?

“Mom! Please!”

There wasn’t any denying it was Andy’s voice but…

Something felt wrong.

“Diane wait-”

Their mum rushed outside, the front door rattling from the force of it hitting the wall.

Casey stared at the open door.

“Shit-” their dad sped to the front door. “DIANE, DIANE DON’T JUST RUN OUT THERE”

They were still staring at the door as he ran out to follow their mum. Something about this whole situation made dread pool in their gut. If he’s hurt, then what hurt him?

They heard their mum scream.

“CASEY GET THE GUN!”

Casey startled at their dad’s yelling, panicking for a second before processing what he said. Their mum was still screaming. Something else was screaming with her.

They ran into their parents’ room, scrambling to grab the rifle leaned against their mum’s vanity. The metal was cold against their hands. They knew it was already loaded, their dad was always paranoid about situations like this, so he didn’t really care about gun safety.

They tried not to trip on the carpet as they sprinted back into the living room. Their heart raced as they ran to the front door.

They slipped when they turned, panic filling their veins when they almost fell. They can complain about running with socks on wooden floors later, when their mum isn’t in danger and they’re not running with a gun.

Goosebumps spread across their skin when they finally got outside, the night air chilling them. Casey ran across the porch, trying not to slip again. They could see their dad racing toward them. When did their mum stop screaming?

“GOD DAMMIT, GIVE ME THE FUCKING GUN ALREADY!” Their dad sounded even more panicked.

Running down the porch steps they held the rifle out for their dad to grab. Their heart raced as it was pulled out from their grip, their dad already turning around and aiming at-

Oh god.

It was too dark to see fully, but there was enough light from the porch to get the picture.

Something was hunched over their mum, straddling her as it tore at her still body. It was humanoid, clad in dark clothes, but the sight of it latching its teeth into what remained of their mum’s neck screamed otherwise.

Dark fluid, Casey assumed blood, surrounded the two of them. They watched as it wrenched its head back, the ripping of flesh being loud enough for them to hear from nearly twenty, no, thirty feet away. Its arms moved as it used its claws to tear at their mum’s stomach and chest, blood already covering the areas.

Casey could barely believe what they were looking at. How long had it been since their mum had ran outside?

They were brought back at the sound of a gunshot.

The thing flinched at the sound, turning to their dad as he moved to eject the empty shell casing from the rifle. The lack of it reacting in pain meant that their dad missed, at 20 feet. When did he even get that close? Casey would’ve made fun of their dad’s aim but now was not the time.

It scrambled to its feet, running at their dad. Shit he’s too close, he’s not going to have a new bullet in the chamber in time-

A second gunshot rang out. The thing stumbled, a horrifying wail coming from it.

Their dad backed away. It’s too close for comfort. He turned around, running towards Casey and the house. One look at him told them he was panicking.

“GET IN- GET IN THE FUCKING HOUSE,” their dad almost screamed.

Casey was already turning to go inside, nearly tripping on one of the steps. When they passed through the front door they turned around.

The thing was still going after him. The shot didn’t do anything except slow it down for a few seconds.

It shrieked and cried as it chased him to the house. Casey slammed the door shut as soon as their dad got in, frantically locking the door with the hope that it’d do something. They could hear it get louder and louder the closer it got to the house.

Their dad turned around and aimed the rifle at the door, his breath still panicked. Casey went away from the door, and out of the way of the gun, as soon as he made eye contact with them. They held their breath as they waited for it to get to the door.

The image of it mauling their mum kept appearing in their head. They couldn’t wait to see their dad blast the thing’s head off-

The sound of glass shattering brought their thoughts to a halt. They stared at the living room as they processed what just happened. Shards scattered onto the floor, the thing groaned as it lifted itself from the carpet, it’s breathing ragged.

It jumped through the window.

The thing growled as it turned towards the two of them. Its face was… like somebody shoved a horse skull into a human head. Blood covered its elongated teeth, some of it mixing with its spit, dripping onto the carpet.

Casey was snapped out of their daze when the thing charged their dad, letting out a shriek. They turned and ran into the kitchen, they could hear something slam into the wall during the scuffle. They yelped when a gunshot rang out, crawling into the nearest cabinet. They hoped the sounds of pots being shoved would be ignored.

They could still hear the fight, backing as far as they could against the wall as they listened to the thing’s screams and their dad’s yells.

They flinched at the second gunshot, covering their mouth and nose in an attempt to hide their breathing. They heard a loud thunk, followed by a dragging noise that slowly got louder.

Whoever won had to be in the kitchen now, they could hear their breathing. It had to be their dad, whoever fell was after the gunshot. Casey was hoping he would call out to them, say it’s safe to come out or something.

Maybe he was processing everything? They wouldn’t blame him, mum’s dead and Andy probably is too. They put their hand on the cabinet door, ready to push it open.

A squelch made them stop. There was another, and another. They were mixed with tearing sounds. It wasn’t like fabric or paper, it sounded… wet. Dread pooled in their gut.

Casey put their hand back on the door and began to push it open, bracing themselves for whatever could’ve been on the other side.

The smell of blood flooded their senses. They fought the urge to gag, they couldn’t risk making any sound. Not while they still don’t know who won. Although with the sounds they were hearing, they might know the answer.

Casey wanted to puke at the scene before them.

Their dad was dead, no denying that, the thing that had killed their mum killed their dad too. It was practically feasting on his body, ripping and tearing at anything it could get in its mouth. There was blood splattered everywhere, a pool forming underneath their dad and the thing.

They felt like they couldn’t move, like even breathing would bring its attention to them.

Blood was all over the thing’s uniform, it’s wearing a fucking police uniform, soaking into the fabric and adding to the stains it was already covered in. It had bleached hair that was partially tied back and its hands looked partially elongated. They couldn’t see its face, they didn’t want to. If they could see its face, then it could see them.

Casey tried to avoid looking at their dad’s face.

They flinched again when a particularly loud squelch sounded, whatever it was chewing on popping and splattering more blood on the kitchen floor. They needed to sneak out while it was distracted, it’d probably rather go for them when it was done with their dad than go back to their mum.

Casey began to slowly crawl towards the back door, staying on their feet just in case they needed to run. They tried not to cringe at the feeling of their socks soaking up the splatters of blood that had reached their side of the kitchen.

They didn’t want to stare at their dad’s body while it was being consumed, but if they wanted to run as soon as it turned around and saw them, they had to.

They slowly crawled behind the thing, avoiding the few shards of glass, bullet casing, and the rifle. Shit, it probably caught it in its mouth going off the damage. The metal was partially crushed, it's a miracle the thing fired. Guess they aren’t using that.

Casey flinched when they heard a loud crunch. It’s probably reached his bones now, is that even an alternate? They doubted it. Alternates didn’t maul people like wild animals.

They were almost to the door, deciding to go just a little further to get the dinner table between it and them. If it detected them it’d struggle over or under the chairs and table, and that would give them important seconds to get away.

They glanced at the thing, still feasting on their dad. God they hoped they could get out of this alive, maybe they would’ve had better chances of surviving if they stayed inside the cabinet. Maybe if they-

A loud clack sounded from a chair their leg bumped into. Their stomach dropped, their lungs stopped working. The thing stopped eating. It quickly turned around and made eye contact with them, blood dripping from its maw.

As soon as it began to move Casey bolted to the back door. Thanking god and their dad’s habit of leaving it unlocked, they swung it open as fast as they could without letting go. They heard the thing practically yowl and its teeth snap as they ran out, slamming the door shut behind them.

They didn’t look back, they refused to look back, as they ran into the woods on the property. They could still hear the thing as it started wailing again.

Maybe they should’ve slowed down when the wails became fainter, letting the sounds of the leaves crunching under their feet and the wind in their ears become the only things they could hear. They kept running, they couldn't risk it.

A feeling of something quickly sliding over their foot is the only warning they got.

Something yanked on their ankle, hard. Falling hands, then face, first into the forest floor, their eyes teared up as stinging pain bloomed all over.

They whimpered at the pain on their tongue and ankle. The fall had made them scrape their hands on the small rocks and dirt, blood already leaking from one of them. Their jaw slamming into the ground had made them bite their tongue. They looked down at their legs, both knees being irritated, but the problem was the snare trap that was wrapped around and digging into their ankle.

Tears welled into their eyes as they tried to move their ankle. Pain pulsed through their foot and up their leg.

Casey felt like an idiot. Finally remembering the snares their dad has set up to catch whatever was killing the chickens. They’d helped set the damn things, but they still forgot.

They couldn't take it anymore. Their body shook as tears ran down their face, trying to cry quietly. They quickly turned into sobs.

What were they crying over? Casey didn’t know. They were stuck in a snare, they were chased by some fucking thing, their mum and dad were mauled, Andy was missing and probably dead.

They knew something weird was going on!

They could hear Andy talking to something.

They knew it wasn’t an imaginary friend, they could hear its voice.

They knew it was going into the house and moving things around, they could hear its footsteps.

They knew the chickens were being killed by someone, they saw the three with broken necks tucked away near the garage. They hadn't even been eaten by anything.

Why didn’t they say anything! Their dad would’ve at least believed the chicken one, they were right there!

Casey curled into themself as they sobbed, they wished this was another fucked up nightmare. That they’d wake up and everything would be normal. Andy wouldn’t be missing, their mum and dad wouldn’t be dead, and they wouldn’t have to worry about the thing that killed them both being real.

They didn’t hear the leaves rustling at first, crunching as something stepped closer. When they did, over their own sniffles and sobs, they tried their hardest to silence themself. But all they could manage was turning their cries into stuttered gasps, lungs spasming from the effort.

They did their best to stay still as whatever approached got closer. They could hear its breathing at this point, or was that their own? They couldn’t tell.

Casey closed their eyes as it seemed to finally get to them, knowing their breathing was still too erratic to go undetected. The leaves crunched and shifted behind them, they prayed that whatever it was it’d leave them alone.

A hand touching their side made them scramble onto their hands and knees, breathing through their teeth as the stinging worsened. They needed to get away, they needed to run-

The snare tugged on their ankle, reminding them why they were on the ground in the first place. They glanced back at it, more tears forming in their eyes, and noticed a hand, clad in a black fingerless glove, holding the snare wire. Their eyes followed the arm, wanting to know who was keeping them from being able to at least get a few feet further.

Dread pooled in Casey’s stomach as the arm just seemed to keep going. It was longer than their dad was tall, and was bent at several points, as if it was full of joints. A second arm with the same features was near it.

If that didn’t confirm it wasn’t human, finally processing the rest of it did.

It had ripped jeans that didn’t reach its ankles, probably cause its legs were in a similar state to its arms. Its shoes were worn down black sneakers and a black hoodie with yellow letters where the breast pocket would be, they read ‘BPS’. Casey felt like they’d heard of that before.

Its neck was long, too long, and it had a point in the middle that looked broken. It had blonde curls on its head, cut in what they guessed was an undercut.

Finally making eye contact with it, it smiled.

“Hey,” it spoke gently, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Its face looked wrong. Its smile was too wide, borderline baring its teeth. Each pupil was blown wide, nearly taking up the eye. If Casey squinted they could see white dots in the middle of them. They felt wrong looking at-

Did it just fucking talk?

Panicked, they kicked their leg at the hand holding the wire, mind filled with a mantra of ‘what the fuck’.

That was quickly ended by it grabbing their other leg. It dragged them towards it, mouth closing but still smiling. Their stomach lurched as they were lifted off the ground.

Casey clawed at the forest floor, blood from their palm mixing with the dirt. They were raised just high enough to barely touch the ground beneath them, only able to scrape at the soil with their fingertips.

“I said I wasn’t gonna hurt you,” it sounded less friendly. “How hard is that to understand?”

Casey wanted to snap back, but the throbbing in their tongue from when they ate shit had them not wanting to speak. This… noodle thing was already upset with them too, they didn’t want to make it mad. Why was its voice familiar?

Looking back up at it, Casey saw that it had craned its neck down to them. Probably to get a better look at their face. It showed its teeth again when it noticed it regained contact with them.

“Hey”

“... hi”

Why did they respond? This thing clearly isn’t human, why are they entertaining it?

“What’s your name? Mine’s Adam”

“... Casey”

Its- Adam’s smile somehow got wider as it raised them higher. They were getting woozy from being upside down already. They could feel the snare lightly tugging on their leg.

“What’s got you so scared? You’re really freaked out”

Why is its voice so familiar?

It looked Casey up and down, pausing at their feet. They wondered why it was staring before they realized. Their socks were still bloodstained. Adam chuckled.

“Ohhhh, you did something didn’t you? You did something you weren’t supposed to,” it giggled.

Casey heaved, their head swam. They didn’t want to cry again but it wasn’t wrong. The still fresh memories of their mum and dad being mauled flashed in their head. They caused this, or at least didn’t try to stop it when they could’ve. Everyone was-

“Hey! I know you can still hear me. What’s going on in there?” It tilted its head again, craning its neck lower.

Okay they’re getting sick of being upside down. Bending their other leg, they took a second to aim, and kicked it in the side of the head as hard as they could.

Pain exploded in their ankle, the snare snapped even tighter around their leg. It made a startled sound, dropping them on the ground. Casey was sure they heard its neck crack, or it could’ve been one of their joints. They weren’t paying too much attention.

They scrambled onto their knees and away from it as it seemed to stumble. They didn’t really kick that hard, maybe they caught it by surprise?

“OW! What the hell! What was that for?” it shouted, clearly upset.

Casey flattened themself on the ground, trying to get the lightheaded feeling from being upside down to go away. They didn’t care if it was mad at them, if it didn’t want them to lash out, maybe it shouldn’t have held them up in the air.

They stuck their tongue out at it, ignoring the fact that they just licked the ground.

“Andy was so much nicer than you, he let me pick him up all the time”

Wait a fucking minute.

“You… What do you mean..?”

Their lungs felt heavy, head still swimming from being upside down.

Adam cocked its head at them, smile spreading across its face as it leaned forward on its arms. Are they supposed to even call them arms? It used them more like legs.

“Andy! You live in the same house as him, right?”

Casey pushed themself off the ground, moving to sit on their knees. Their hands still stung, but they ignored them. This thing knew Andy.

“Yeah…” Casey could feel dots connecting in their head but still couldn’t figure out how they had heard its voice before. Maybe this is an alternate and it’s mimicking a voice-

Holy fucking shit.

Holy Fucking Shit.

“YOU- YOU WERE IN THE HOUSE.” They heard a bird startle and fly off from a nearby tree. “YOU WERE TALKING TO HIM”

“I was!” it spoke like it was admitting to something amazing, and not breaking into their house to play with their little brother. Then again this thing probably thought that was something amazing.

The two of them fell into silence. Casey couldn’t figure out what else to say and Adam seemed to be okay with just watching them think. Maybe… If it was spending time with Andy, maybe it knows where he went. They made eye contact with it again.

“Do… do you know where he is?”

“No, I don’t.” he frowned. It looked so wrong on his face, Casey would pay money to not have him do that again. “He ran off a while ago and I haven’t seen him since.”

Casey felt themself wilt at that. If Andy’s secret noodle friend didn’t know where he was, then he definitely was lost. Adam tilted its head again, staring at Casey.

“I have an idea” it tilted its head the other direction. “We could play a game, maybe that could cheer you up?”

“I- okay,” Casey sighed. Cheering them up won’t help but it’s clearly not human, might as well hear this thing out.

“How about, hmmm… tag? I count down and you run, doesn't that sound fun?”

“That’s hide and seek”

“Same thing, are you gonna play or not?”

Casey was quiet for a moment, weighing their options. If they refused, he'd probably just keep manhandling and hurting them, since it's not like they can run with this snare on their ankle. But if they play his game, they have a good chance of getting away, and maybe even finding Andy.

“Yeah, I’ll play,” they pulled their leg out from underneath themselves, reaching for the wire around it.

Just looking at their ankle told them that running wasn’t going to be enjoyable. Casey was surprised it wasn’t bleeding, but the bruises were already forming. The welt stung in the cold air.

Adam pulled on the snare again, when’d he grab it? He was surprisingly gentle as he reached for their ankle with his other hand-

Casey yelped as he yanked their leg up, forcing them back to the ground, the wire tight around their ankle again. They take back the gentle thought. Adam giggled. Jackass.

“Rules are easy,” he pulled on the slide, loosening the snare. “I count down from twenty, you run. Make it to the road and I’ll let you go, don’t make it, and I can do whatever I want, okay?”

He pulled the wire loop off of their ankle.

“If I’m feeling nice I’ll even help look for Andy.” Adam let go of their leg, letting it drop to the ground. Casey pushed themselves up to stand. Their legs wobbly from the earlier running and then sitting on the ground.

“Okay,” they turned toward Adam. “How are we doing this?” Its face stretched into a wide smile.

“Twenty… nineteen… eighteen-”

Casey didn’t wait any longer to get the message. Turning away from Adam and bolting. They pushed their body to go as fast as it could, doing their best to ignore the worsening pain in their ankle.

It surprised them how they still had the energy to run like this, leaping over roots and weaving between trees. If they weren’t running for what they assumed is their life, they’d relish in how wild and free they felt.

Rocks and branches stabbed into their feet, their lungs stung from the cool night air. Their limbs already stung at the exertion, they could feel something wet starting to drip down their leg. They could deal with that later.

“READY OR NOT!” Adam’s voice echoed through the trees. That was not twenty seconds, bastard. They could hear maniacal laughter that was already getting louder.

Andy played with this thing? This shit is terrifying!

Running through the forest, Casey was quickly realizing how hard it is to both run in a straight line while also weaving through trees to lose Adam. This thing was fast, they might not stand a chance.

They noticed a particularly thick area of underbrush. That could work.

Casey’s ankle protested as they took a sharp left. They felt air rush behind them as Adam zoomed past them. It was much closer than they thought it was.

They ducked their head lower as they reached the denser foliage, avoiding the larger branches. If this worked then they can get more distance between them and Adam.

Refusing to look back and see if it was slowed down, they kept running. Casey was quickly realizing how this path affected them too. The large amount of plants and lower hanging branches kept snagging on their shirt, some branches breaking off and trying to hang on their clothes before falling.

Casey’s vision was already starting to blur. What happened? They were running just fine earlier. They chose to try to ignore it. The underbrush was already becoming less dense. Both a good and bad thing. They hoped Adam struggled through it. They could barely hear it now, but they wanted to be completely unable to hear it.

They finally got out, one more branch hitting their now bleeding knee. They inhaled from the pain, but kept running. They’re not slowing down just yet.

The area after was much clearer, only making them have to leap over a few roots and uneven ground. Casey was gaining distance here, they couldn’t hear Adam anymore. The only sounds they were hearing were their own footsteps, breathing, and the wind in their ears.

Their stomach dropped when their foot slipped on a tree root, everything else following.

They tried not to yelp when they fell. Their legs were so sore, they could feel the muscles under their skin spasming as they collapsed. Shit, shit- why now? Why now for the sudden muscle weakness? They hadn’t been running that much had they?

Casey winced as they put their arms out in front of them, their already scraped and bloody palms exploding in pain. The impact made their jaw clack, spit dripping out of their mouth. They abruptly inhaled, bringing a glob of saliva down their throat.

Pain filled everything, making their body quiver as they choked on their spit. Feeling it run out of their mouth and run down their chin as they gasped for air. They pushed themself to sit on their knees.

They leaned back, tilting their head upwards and putting their hand behind them for support. They felt something boney and wet under their fingers. They snapped their head back to look at it.

Oh that’s gross. Casey had accidentally put their hand on another dead chicken, looking at her told them she had been here for a little while. They fight the urge to throw up as the sight of the maggots wriggling through what remained of her flesh and internal organs. They still heave.

Her neck had been broken, but there were no signs of her having been eaten in any way. They scooted away from the corpse. They didn’t need to worry about that right now.

They reached up with the hand that hadn’t touched the chicken and wiped the tears off their face. They looked up again, trying to breathe more clearly. God their ankle hurt. Goosebumps formed as they heard something moving through the brush.

Shit, Adam was already near, and they’re making a lot of noise.

They could hear it moving through the forest, bushes and branches shifting as it pushed past them. Casey could hear its steps getting louder as it got closer.

Fuck, shit, SHIT. Casey felt dread pool in their gut, panic making their lungs stutter. Something about Adam winning made them afraid.

Looking around for something- anything to defend themself, Casey saw a stone in the dirt. That could work. They didn’t give a shit about playing fair anymore. This is terrifying and they don’t want to know what happens when they get caught.

Casey clawed at the dirt around the stone, pulling it out of the ground as soon as it was loose enough. It was bigger than they anticipated but they didn’t really have too many other options. They’ll use what they can get.

The sounds of Adam sprinting through the foliage got louder as it approached.

Their dad showed them how to deal with coyotes that were trying to get into the chicken coop when they were younger, hopefully there’s nothing wrong with using that now.

“Caught you!” Adam’s voice was distorted, like there were multiple speaking at once through a radio. It looked insane, the laughter coming from it sounding deranged. It surged forward, trying to grab them.

Casey didn’t wait for it to grab them, throwing the rock as hard as they could at its face. They were rewarded with a sickening crack as the stone hit Adam’s neck instead. It recoiled violently and screamed. Casey pushed themself to stand while it was recovering.

Their legs were shaking but at least they were working now. Stumbling and nearly tripping over more exposed roots and uneven terrain, they pushed themself to run as fast as they could again.

“You’re so mean!” Adam yelled. Casey could tell they were gaining distance from how quiet it was compared to seconds earlier.

Burning filled their lungs as they strained them again. They heaved again, more spit running out of their mouth and down their chin. Adam probably won’t be slowed down for long. Their vision blurred.

Casey didn’t know how much longer they could keep running. How big is their family’s property?

They noticed a gap in the trees ahead, where the ground was grey and sand colored gravel instead of the normal soil of the forest floor.

There! The road! Just a little more and they can make it!

Their body screamed at them to stop running. Everything burned. But they’re so close to winning, just a little further.

Their legs buckled again when they stepped into the ditch next to the road. The unkempt grass made the ground look not as low as it actually was. They could feel the sharp stickers and seeds try to stab into and stick to their skin.

Casey nearly collapsed when they felt the gravel stabbing through their socks and into their feet. They won. They leaned down on their knees, trying to get more air into their lungs. The blood all over their hand and knee was still leaking but had mostly dried.

Reaching up with their hand they wiped the spit that had collected off their chin and neck. They stood there for a few seconds. If they sat down now they won’t be able to get up. Looking left and right only showed them the road stretching onward.

Now what?

Maybe they could walk to town? Yeah, they can walk to town. There’s more people there, and the police station. They can go there, maybe they’ll help.

They chose a direction and began walking, ignoring their sore limbs except their ankle. Not gonna make any progress if they stand around doing nothing.

Casey heard something walking through the leaves behind them. Turning to look, they watched Adam emerge from the tree line. It was silent, staring directly at them. They stood still, watching it approach them before stopping about five feet away.

They swallowed the lump in their throat. Adam was probably mad at them about the rock. “I won.” Casey was surprised their voice was audible, after today they might just not speak again. Silence stretched between them. They turned and started walking along the road again.

“You were mean,” Adam finally spoke. They could hear the gravel crunching as it began to follow them. “You were mean first.” A shoddy excuse, but Casey really didn’t want to know what would’ve happened if they lost. They kept walking.

“Where are you going?” They tried not to jump when Adam’s voice sounded so close so suddenly. The thing had craned its neck down to get closer to their ear. Looking at it now it seemed like the stone hadn’t done much if any damage to its neck.

“The police station, dunno what they’ll do but hopefully I’ll be taken care of.” Having to report their own parents’ deaths won’t be fun. They’re technically homeless now too, maybe they could move in with one of their cousins. The foster system doesn’t sound fun.

They flinched as something brushed against their injured ankle before it was clasped by a gloved hand. Casey looked down to see that Adam had grabbed their leg and began to squeeze, hard. They yelped and tried to pull their ankle out of its grip. Adam pulled in response, bringing Casey down and knocking their head on the gravel below.

Casey thrashed when it kept pulling them towards himself. its other arm snaked underneath them and tried to wrap around their body as it lifted them off the ground. They bit and scratched as it slowly coiled its arm around them, its other joining after it ensured it wasn’t going to drop them.

Tears began to pool in their eyes as Adam smiled down at them.

“I won!” they screamed, “You said you’d let me go if I beat your game!”

Adam giggled. It squeezed them as its hands slowly snaked up to their head. Casey’s breathing quieted down as its hands almost gently cradled their jaw.

They stared into this thing’s eyes as he readjusted his hands, trying to get the perfect position.

Adam looked into their eyes, before smiling so wide its face seemed to nearly split in half, its grip on their neck abruptly tightening and-

. . .

The body of a 12 year old child had been found on the side of a rural road in Mandela County. Cause of death appears to be a broken neck. Police are still investigating the incident.

#tmc #tmc alternate au #alt thatcher #alt adam #blood tw #gore tw #tw character death #zero writes

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icedmetaltea · 3 months

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I had this little idea, but I'm too shy to post it on my account and I didn't want to let it die. So how about a Sun and Moon outlast au?

You are an older brother, or maybe a parent, the point is that you have a small child to take care of. He disappeared and the only place the police didn't check is this crazy old place, abandoned for all you know and the police would ban you from going if they knew what you were planning.

So, you go in there and, the place is not abandoned

There are many people, deformed and thirsty for blood, you have to run, but you won't leave without your child, You find and a camera and a decent amount of batteries that you struggle to distribute, you lose some fingers, you definitely have traumas and you don't know how to get out, you start to convince yourself that your child is not here.

At one point you find a strange robot that chases you, it laughs like a maniac and its claws leave marks where they rest, it has red eyes that glow in the dark, its sharp teeth make you wonder if it eats meat. He is unexpectedly clean of blood, but to no one's surprise he is not afraid of getting stained. You run and stumble, in the end you reach this large room, it is colorful, happy, but the colors are worn out and there are brown stains on the floor, and you hear someone calling your name.

Your child comes out from under some rubble, runs towards you and you welcome him with open arms. Then you have a few seconds of relief, and then metal arms surround you and you spin around. A laugh resonates in your ears, your feet don't touch the floor and when you look up you see another robot, this time it has rays of sun, a happy smile, pure happiness and when you get off it introduces itself. His name is Sun, he is in charge of making you have a good time and taking care of your mental health.

The robot that chased you enters the room, and Sun must interfere. There is an argument, the red-eyed one says that you are trespassing on private property, and Sun says that they can make exceptions, after all you were friends with his little friend.

Then you spend a whole afternoon with them, the one you discover is called Moon tells you how he was patrolling when he came across this innocent child wandering in the yard, it was too dangerous to leave him there, too many bad people wandering around, they couldn't just push him into the woods. And Sun was glad to have a friend.

When you say you have to go, they just look at you. Moon says he will leave to patrol, you go after him shortly after saying goodbye to a Sun who just looks at you in silence.

The door is locked.

Goosebumps break out on your skin and you are acutely aware of the jingling bells approaching. You hide the child behind you and turn around. Sun opens his arms and talks about how it is safer here, the four of you could fit in here without a problem. Moon was always away but he would bring blankets, food and the basics, Sun would take care of you two, you would play a lot of games. No one would ever bother them.

You have a feeling these robots are going to be more trouble than any crazy person in this damn place.

You will do whatever it takes to protect the innocent who hides here, even if you have to fake a smile until you know how to escape. That probably won't go well the first few tries, you get somewhat humiliating punishments that you have to disguise for the infant, and Sun is okay with that.

But no matter how long it takes, you will get out of here.

FUCK YEA OUTLAST AUUUUUUUU

This is an awesome idea!! Idk if it's more scary to be around a bunch of insane humans or a couple robots with not all their screws intact (I'd stay with them in a heartbeat either way)

Dude imagine the daycare but like. It's even more in shambles and completely in the dark aside from the night vision on your camera. Sun's smile showing up a bit too bright around the corners. You can't even cry, you have to put up a brave face for the kid...

That is some gooooooood soup right there. Thank you for sharing!!!

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #delicious food thank you thank you #outlast au #*gives anon a pomander*#I may try drawing this sometime if I can draw like a decent background....

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msweebyness · 1 year

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Class of Heroes AU: Worst Experiences w) Bustier

I know I said I might take a break, but my brain refuses to comply! This is based off an old post by @artzychic27, which they were nice enough to let me use the concept for! These are a lot of the kids’ worst experiences with the “amazing” teacher, Caline Bustier. She is Flora in this AU, the ‘kindest and wisest’ of the good fairies. She believes she is always right and lives in her perfect little bubble world, just like in canon. 🙃 She’s a sh*t teacher there, and being a high-ranking magical authority figure has only made her worse here. She’s a huge reason that around 70% of the royalty and aristocrats at this school believe they can do whatever they want to whoever they want without getting punished! She builds up their egos and gives them special treatment, punishing those who don’t go along with their whims. Feel free to leave thoughts and ideas, as always! (Still thinking of options for Lila and Felix) And credit to the aforementioned artzychic27 and @imsparky2002 as always!

Marinette: Outed the secret that she was never supposed to be at the school in front of everyone while berating her for her clumsiness and lack of social grace, humiliating her.

Adrien: Ridiculed to the point of tears in front of the entire class and forced to change when he came to school with a tiara on, his hair braided with flowers and in a violet flowing long shirt that could resemble a dress at first glance, told to stop acting so feminine.

Alya: Also Reduced to tears from a verbal attack in front if everyone when she came into class late and dissheveled because she had to leave work later and there was heavy traffic, and it was POURING RAIN. Despite the fact that she had called beforehand and gotten clearance.

Max: Yelled at and given two weeks of detention for ‘refusing to help’ his fellow students, which was the story she got from said (royal) students, when in reality they had been beating him up for refusing to do their homework, and the evidence of the violence was CLEARLY visible.

Kim: She’s had him suspended for a week on three different occasions, all originally meant to be expulsion, first for stepping in to defend Max in the aforementioned incident, the second was for damaging school property (He pulled a jammed door off its hinges when a fire broke out in the lab so the students could get out). The last was when he punched a prince who, with a few of his buddies, had cornered HIS princess for refusing his invitation to a ball, forcefully kissing and groping her. (Ondine was upset and crying for hours, but nothing was ever done to punish the boys responsible, despite her being a princess. Misogyny, folks, how ‘bout it?)

Alix: Taken out of class by police and accused of numerous counts of theft, got threatened with charges and jail time despite being a minor with diagnosed kleptomania, who RETURNED WHAT SHE TOOK.

Ivan: Insisted that he carry all the class’ luggage for a grade-level trip into the bus as punishment for ‘threatening’ his peers (He was defending some younger students from some older (royal) bullies.), when (as he and Mylene told her) his back pain was on the far more severe side due to his medication pending a refill, and he ended up collapsing outside the school. (No, she didn’t call for help. She also refused to let Denise or Kim help him despite both offering multiple times.)

Mylene: Forced her to sit through a ‘Parent’s Day’ event that included one-on-one time with her stepmother. Yes, THE WOMAN WHO TRIED TO KILL HER MULTIPLE TIMES IN THE PAST. Insisted that Mylene needed to ‘stop being petty’ and that ‘family means love and forgiveness’.

Juleka: SHE HAD A FREAKING MUZZLE PUT ON HER WHEN SHE WAS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK. She claimed it was ‘for the safety of the other students’ as Juleka was ‘behaving aggressively’.

Sabrina: Gaslighted and guilt-tripped her into singing the song from her old puppet show (the one she still has nightmares about when she was a part of) for a school event, and told her to stop being ‘dramatic’ when she had a nervous breakdown in the middle of the performance.

Nathaniel: Magically erased his entire sketchbook as punishment for him repeatedly falling asleep in class, despite it being a side effect of his curse, which she of all people should know.

Marc: Actively tries to keep him from using and improving his magic, always ‘gently’ reminding him of how dangerous ice magic is, just look at what happened to his poor little brother. We wouldn’t want that again, now would we? She’s also had him locked in a room alone as punishment for losing control. (She DOES NOT care about trauma.)

Zoe: Stood up to Chloe and told her to do her own chores in the main hall, taken aside and harshly scolded for not adhering to and ‘being kind’ to her sister.

Ondine: Refused to allow her to leave class when she was literally SUFFOCATING because a spell-gone-haywire (A spell that reversed any magic-induced physical changes. It also affected Sabrinocchio.) by a disgruntled student temporarily restored her gills and SHE COULDN’T BREATHE, stating that it was ‘improper’, because she couldn’t communicate what was wrong and Bustier wouldn’t listen when the class tried frantically to tell her.

Kagami: Refused to let her enroll in any of the battle or heroism courses due to her being a princess, and humiliated her in front of an entire courtyard of people by berating for not conducting herself ‘as a princess should.’

Reshma: Said and did nothing as her grandmother scolded and even STRUCK her for ‘shaming the family with her behavior’ and daring to defend her giftless younger sister from the woman’s verbal attacks.

Jean: Yelled at in front of the entire school for being a ‘spoiled brat’ and a ‘poor excuse for a ruler’ when he was focusing on a show he was putting together and forgot a small royal gathering.

Denise: Has been suspended multiple times for (accidental and inevitable, with their abilities and strength) destruction of school property, but the worst was when Bustier got them expelled for accidentally breaking Adrien’s arm and collarbone, in the process of SAVING him from a falling oak tree during a nature class outing for their grade level. She claimed they were far too destructive, violent, and dangerous to remain in the school. (*Cough*”Bad Guy” Bias*Cough*) (The decision was reversed due to Adrien insisting that they had saved him, proved though a memory display spell on multiple students, and the fact he was able to heal himself almost immediately after.)

Cosette: Publicly and harshly berated for ‘holding up the rest of the class’ when some fans wanted autographs and pictures during a school field trip. It was only a few people and Cosette had tried to make it as quick as possible without being rude.

Ismael: Had a pair of magical shackles placed on him when his power was flaring up rather badly**, completely ignoring the PTSD from previous finders of his lamp that this gave him. He had to wear them for a week.

* She forces Nino, Aurore and Lacey to fold their wings down so they don’t ‘Distract’ other students, despite it being IMMENSELY painful for younger fairies to do this as those joints aren’t developed yet.

*She actively talks down to any students who are not human or fae like herself, acting as if they are intellectually inferior and require extra guidance and redirection.

**Genie magic is incredibly strong, especially when it’s not restrained. Be careful not to say the word ‘wish’ within earshot of Ismael unless you’re a friend, directly speaking to him for that reason. It triggers his magic and if he didn’t hear you correctly, things could get…weird.

Basically…Bustier sucks.

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #disney au #caline bustier #bustier salt #bustier is a terrible teacher #miracuclass #science kids #mlb ocs

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michygranger23 · 11 months

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Ok I'm now in my computer so I can write better the second part of my Spider-Man AU hehe. OK HERE WE GO LET'S START!!

Spider-Man Dream "Mirage-Spider" (Earth 120899)

Dream is a 23 year old man who lives in the city of New York with his little brother Tommy (their parents died in a car crash when Dream was 15 and Tommy 10, they were sent to an orphanage since they didn't have any family to take care of them, when Dream became a legal adult, he got a job and went to live in an apartament with his brother). Dream works as a part-time.job assistant coder in one of Alchemax's buildings, he helps in a minimal way to program different systems that the company needs to perform their activities (you could say he's like the plummer of coding lol). He's also studying in the L'Manburg College to be a writer, since that's one of his passions. His best friends are George and Sapnap, the first one works at the Alchemax´s laboratories, studying different properties of spiders; the second one is his classmate in college, Sapnap is studying to be an athletic coach. Sapnap knows George because they used to go to high-school and became good friends.

He has a very good relationship with his brother, even when he ends up very tired from college and work, he tries to always make time to hear Tommy ramble about his day and hear how he has been, and they do different activities depending on their mood and energy, sometimes they play video-games, others they watch a movie, in others they play some board-games, or others they just cuddle (platonic only/srs) in one bed and just relax with the presence of each other.

One day on work, George calls for Dream to help him with a program he's having trouble with, Dream goes to the laboratory George is (it's full with spiders in cristal cages btw) and tries to help him. Neither George or Dream notice the spider that managed to crawl out of the cage and to Dream's neck. Dream is bitten and slaps the spider out of him, George tries to help Dream with the bite with a first-aid kit but scolds Dream for killing one of his experiments. He recommends Dream going home early and to rest, since he started to look like having symptoms of a fever. Dream follows his instructions and goes home. Tommy was already home since high school was finished for that day, he tried to tell Dream about his day, but his brother told him he was feeling sick so he needed to rest. Tommy understood and went quiet (but he left him a cup of water with some pills on the bedside table and put a blanket over him when Dream fell asleep without changing his uniform on his bed)

After that incident, Dream got his powers, being the typical Spider-Man abilities, but with a new one included: He is able to manipulate existing cristal, like a window, ice, etc. This also includes the reflection it produces, meaning that is a very useful power if he needs to fool the police to get out of a scene. This power is not too strong but he's working to make it better. NOTE: He can only manipulate cristal that already exists, he can't create new one). Because of his weird behaviour and having compared Spider-Man's powers with the properties of the spider that bit Dream, George is the first one to know Spider-Man's secret identity. He tells this to Dream, and at first he calls him crazy for thinking that, but after George showing a lot of evidence, he accepts defeat. After that George is able to create a better suit for Dream (he used materials he had at home to make his original one).

Because of his job as a coder, a student from college, and being a vigilante that saves New York everyday from crime, he doesn't have much time to spend with Tommy anymore, which Tommy always says he understands this and it's okay with it, because he knows his big brother has worked very hard to get both of them a stable life, so he accepts it (even tho Tommy secretly misses hanging out with his brother, talking about whatever nonsense he wanted to tell and always being heard, play games with him, or just relax by his presence. But he doesn't want to make him feel bad, so he doesn't says anything) (And the same feeling goes for Dream as well).

One night, Dream arrives home very late after a patrol, he's frozen when he sees Tommy sitting in his bed, looking at him -without his mask- (he took it off because he thought Tommy would be asleep because of the hour and wouldn't bee seen by anyone. He didn't thought Tommy would be waiting for him to arrive home, and even less to be in his room -Tommy wanted to feel Dream's presence while waiting for him, so he waited in his brother's room-). Tommy obviously is very shocked and confused by discovering his big brother is the vigilante he has admired since the day he appeared in the city. They get into an argument about Dream risking his life everyday and for not telling him his secret sooner (he felt betrayed when Dream accidentally said that George knew the secret first, and he felt dumb for not realizing sooner this, he felt like he didn't knew his brother that well as the thought so before).

The next day when Dream went to patrol Tommy tried to stop him, he told him he didn't want to lose the only family he had left, he didn't want to see him hurt. Dream told him everything was going to be fine, that he would be there for him always when he was in trouble, that he had his big brother to protect him (it's the same words he told him the night they received the news about his parents, and he has kept that promise since that day)

That day he had a battle with the Vulture in the top of a clock (who I think could be Punz, idk he fits good with the selling illegal weapons and all that), Tommy was near one of the buildings watching the scene (he sneaked out of the house, he wanted to make sure his brother was alright, and also because he wanted to see Dream's fighting style -he still admired the vigilante, and knowing now it was his brother, he admired him more-). When Dream notices Tommy being near, he tries to redirect Vulture's attacks so they can move to another place, so he wouldn't be near Tommy. Vulture, noticing this behaviour, he observes where Dream's glance goes to in those moments he looks away. He notices Tommy, and he takes him as a hostage, thinking that maybe Mirrage-Spider will do what he demands. Dream demands Vulture to let go of the citizen, but Vulture doesn't budge, he demands Mirrage to return him the weapons he took from him, or the kid would get it. Dream did as told, he threw the bag back to him, and told him to let go of the child. Vulture did as asked. He threw Tommy inside the clock. Dream launched one of his webs to Tommy so it would stuck with him and prevent him from hitting the floor. But as in the Andrew Garfield's movie and scene, the force of the web catching Tommy made Tommy's neck snap and killed him.

Dream was left devastated, he lost the only family he had left. He hugged Tommy very hard, hugged him as if he was hiding a small child in his arms, shielding him from the cruel world, his big brother was here, he would always be there to save him from evil...until he didn't.

That day Dream promised himself to never get attached to anyone else, because he feared that he would lose them. He promised himself to always work hard to be a better version of himself. He promised he wouldn't reveal to anyone his secret identity, only George would know. He promised his brother he would try to save everyone he could, to never let evil touch them, because Mirrage was here to save the day, and he would honor his memory by doing so.

He visits Tommy's grave every Friday (that's the day they usually hanged out the most before becoming Mirrage). He tells him stories about his patrols, the jokes Sapnap tells him in class, the way his relationship with George has developed into maybe something more than friends (but he doesn't want to take the next step, he doesn't want to lose him as well). He tells him he feels sorry for not being a good big brother, for failing him when he needed him the most, and that he understands if he never get forgiven by his spirit, that he doesn't deserve his kidness and his love, and that he misses him, and he loves him so much.

OK WOW THAT WAS A LOT MORE TEXT THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE I THINK HAHA. I literally come up with this ideas as I write this, so that's why it can get so long and a bit messy haha. I still have another post for how the discduo spider-man's meet and extra info. But I think that's going to be for tomorrow lol. FOR NOW I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS GIANT TEXT LOL/lh/pos

#discduo #primeboys #tommyinnit #dreamblr #dreblr #disc duo #prime boys #MichyAU #discduo Spider-Man AU

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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Seventeen p12-14

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I sat in the office and the discussion began

"So what brings you in this morning Mr. Newton? I assume about Isaac given" she says looking at me

"Yes, it is. You see his many injuries"

"I do, has he had an accident at home?"

"No, as a matter of fact, these were caused here. By one of your students yesterday."

"AHH yes the janitors did leave me an email so I have been partially briefed on the situation"

"I'd like to know why there was no intervention firstly"

"Well we don't often step into altercations between students unless absolutely necessary We find it helps their social skills and of course, this was after final bell and clubs so really hours is not our jurisdiction"

"Regardless it was on school property if your janitors knew enough to tell you why didn't they intervene?"

"Well, it could have risked injury"

"Injury? My son has a black eye and a thousand other cuts after being slapped and kicked into the wall. I'm sure insurance can cover whatever damage that seventeen-year-old could have done to your janitor"

"Yes but I meant Injury to him"

"Him? The other boy involved!"

"Yes you see the other half of this altercation was student Ben Smith and you see-"

"Let me guess. His parents are on the board?'

"They do add a lot of funds to the school, but it's mainly due to him being one of the stars of our track team a real example of the school and if he were to get hurt that could cause Issues in upcoming competitions"

"Okay, I see. So because the track team is the shining example of the school, all the kids are treated like gold stars are shinning out their asses and can do whatever they want. The rest of the kids namely my son who I will mention is captain of the scholastic decathlon team which has won more trophies, wins and subsequent funding in the last two years than in the last fifteen of your previous track team. These kids have to stiffen their lips and deal with the assholes who can run fast. I have that right?" He asks and she is completely stunned "I expect an apology from the boy, from his parents and from you by the end of class today or I call the police on that little thug. Have a nice day Miss Paige"

I was admitted pretty damn impressed.

Go, dad!

I followed him out and by now people were busy so I walked him out

"Have a good day okay"

"I'll try"

"Anything happens let me know"

"I will do Dad. Thanks for everything"

"No problem. Hey, what's this Ben Smith drive anyhow?"

"Blue Corsa why?"

"I'm gonna key his car on my way out" he smirked "Hey, talk to y/n today"

"I told you I can't -"

"Just give it a go, maybe the whole Florence Nightingale effect might kick in with that eye. But you actually grow some balls and talk to her today we'll get pizza for dinner"

"I'll try"

"Alright, see you at home"

I felt a lot safer but I still kept my head down just trying to get through the day without getting beat up again when the bell went for lunch I scampered too the haunted boy's bathroom so I could put some cream that my mum gave me on my eye "Owww... Owww... owww" I whined as every time I put pressure on my skin it hurt and honestly the cream kind of burnt Once I was done I headed out to the usual bench Alby was off elsewhere likely had a class president meeting or something so the table was a passed out zart, fry working on adding cheese to his cafeteria supplied fries and.. some dust I don't know what, Thomas who was sat clearly texting Teresa as he had a wide smile and his backpack over his crotch, And jack sat at the table in his jeans and blue button down.

Jack Hampton, was one of the younger kids, I think he is in my maths class I'm not sure, but he was well known as the tech kid, he is who the teachers call when the smart boards fuck up, he is the one you bring your glitching phone, and the one who offered a complimentary walkthrough service for any videogame issue you could bring him.

I sat down at the table and ran my hand through my hair

"You okay man?" Fry asks

"I mean... I can't completely see, it hurts to breathe and walk, I'll keep you updated on my system later if you want"

"I'm good, Ben really took it out of you" he laughs

"That's why I'm here," Jack says

"Right, Hi Jack" I smiled

"I am here to offer my services" He says grabbing a card from his jacket and handing it over, it was a literal business card with his name, number and email address

"Services?"

"I offer many different services for any price range, I can go from mild to intense cyberbullying, I can do hacking, docking, and if you have the cash I can do my full destroy life package he'll have his life destroyed, get cancelled and have to move away" He explained

"Uhhh I'm good thanks Jack"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm good no cyberbullying" I told him going to hand back the card

"Keep it, my services are always available," he says before heading off elsewhere

"I'm scared of that kid," Thomas says

"Yeah, I think we all should be" I nodded

I didn't have much lunch left so I went to my locket threw my lunch in grabbed the books I'd need for this afternoon, I heard a gentle tap on my locker door and I didn't even bother to look.

"I told you Tommy, I don't have tomorrow's test answers," I said

"Ohh that's okay" Her voice spoke up

I know that voice!

I looked through the small vents in my locker door and saw her sweet face immediately I fixed my hair and shut my locker door

"Y/n! Hi"

"Hi" she smiled as she stood in her sneakers, little cheerleader's uniform her books close to her chest

"You... uhhh you wanna talk to me?"

"Of course" she smiled "I...I wanted to apologize"

"Apologize?"

"I felt awful when I heard what happened last night, It broke my heart that you got hurt because of me," She says looking into my eye, her face making it clear she is upset "Are you're eye okay?" she asks trying to reach my eye but I moved back

"It's okay it stings a little is all,"

"I've spoken to Ben he was such an ass for what he did. I promise it won't happen again"

"Thank you, I didn't think -"

"I hate to think I caused you so much trouble over a slushie" she says getting something from her pocket and offering me some money enough to cover the slushie

"No, please don't worry about it. It's not your fault Ben was just being a dick it's okay really" I told her folding her hand back in around the money and pushing it close to her

"Still I feel terrible about it. Here, I made you something to say sorry for everything that happened, and to make you feel better" she says getting a little black box from her bag

"For- for me?"

"Umm humm" she nods

"Y-you're sure?"

"Of course"

"This- this isn't some prank from the cheer squad?"

"No, they don't know. I was worried they'd stop me" she says "Here take it"

I happily took the little box "Thank you, so much y/n"

"You're welcome" she smiled "Are uhh are you coming to the track meet tonight?"

"Oh, No. I have a meeting with the scholastic team"

"Oh, that's okay I'll see you around then"

"Yeah, see you around. Thanks again"

"You're welcome"

"Good luck with the track Meet tonight"

"Thank you" she giggled "Good luck with the scholastic team" she smiled waving as she headed down the corridor

"Thanks" I waved until she disappeared

She spoke to me! I touched her hand! She gave me a present! She all but asked me on a date! She wished me luck on my team... I think I might faint.

Fuck! I locked my key in my locker...

Well, Guess I'm off to the office.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #newt maze runner #newt imagine #newt imagines #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #tmr newt imagines #newt smut #tmr newt au

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nekooru · 11 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎 — 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩

𝐜𝐲𝐠𝐧𝐮𝐬. 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐞. 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚. 𝐨𝐳.

‟𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧⹂

— 𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: a dream of knights, magic, and a beast of divinity who's feathers felt all too real... your thumb runs over the silky carmine red wax of a letter's broken seal, as it had every night for the past week since you recieved the enevlope. the contents felt vaguely mysterious; your request for an off-campus student housing arrangement was approved, and the writer is pleased to inform you that you've been placed in a shinsoo corporation sponsored property along with seven other students. signed by cygnus, a representative of said company.

a reader insert college!au multi-part fic based in the maplestory universe, introducing each character you'll find yourself being roommates with.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fic introduction, maplestory, friendstory, college!au, roommates, cygnus, neinheart, mihile, eckhart, hawkeye, irena, oz, reader insert, multi chapter, fluff, muti ending, based in seoul

𝐖𝐂: 740

𝐀/𝐍: hey hey hey remember that time i said i would write friendstory college!au like 4 years ago??? :^) anyway i drew inspiration heavily from mihile's storyline when deciding what each of the chief knights would major in and their backgrounds, with some details we know from the friendstory spin-off. i'm hoping to make this 10 or so chapters long, and there will be multiple romantic endings as well as a non romantic ending!!

➻ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝟎 | 𝟏 (𝐖𝐈𝐏)

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

☾. 𝐜𝐲𝐠𝐧𝐮𝐬 — the heiress to one of seoul's largest enterprises, shinsoo corp. majoring in international business to prepare for her birthright position at her family's company, cygnus has all the qualities of a great business woman. don't let her dreamy expression or airy personality fool you — she's as sharp and strategic as the best in the field.

☾. 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 — an academic prodigy hailing from a small, rural town. he's secured himself as cygnus's right hand, and pursues a degree in accounting to develop a wide skillset that will be useful to cygnus when she takes over shinsoo corp. rather shrewd.

☾. 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 — he's by no means a natural at anything, but his strong sense of justice, tenacity, and work ethic makes him excel in the field he's passionate for— criminal justice. he does administrative work at the local police department for part-time work, determined to have his own detective office one day.

☾. 𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 — he has the intellect and physical ability to pursue anything he wants, but for a boy who was maliciously orphaned at a young age by the gross negligence of the company his parents worked for, and without reparations from an unfair legal system, a law degree seemed like the only option. cygnus jokes that eckhart can take out all of her competition when he becomes a prosecutor. at least, he's pretty sure that she's joking.

☾. 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐞 — an upper class runaway from busan; his family owns a successful international trading firm. cygnus, recognizing him as the heir to one of her family's business partners, bent the rules to let him attend shinsoo high without his proper credentials, but he rekindled contact with his family in time to apply for college. although surprisingly observant with a great memory, his work ethic for subjects that didn't interest him wasn't going to win any scholarships. his affinity for various sports won him a full ride, and luckily so, since he refused to rely on his family's money. he majors in oceanography and hopes to dedicate his life to advocating for the ocean and it's inhabitants.

☾. 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 — irena is the first of her family to attend college, originally growing up in a humble village on the country side. honoring her family's appreciation for nature, she studies environmental science and hopes to make an impact by working to nurture a cohabitual relationship between nature and humans.

☾. 𝐨𝐳 — oz comes from a long lineage of doctoral graduates in the stem field. she's content to continue the tradition, although her goal includes her peculiar penchant for food— majoring in chemistry and becoming a food chemist. her parents were a little puzzled at first, but it's a scientific career path that pays well, so they're supportive all the way nevertheless.

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

☾. irena is passionately supportive of oz's goals, and encourages her to explore healthy and eco-conscious methods to apply to her studies.

☾. after running away and ending up at seoul, cygnus allowed hawkeye to live in an unused office at shinsoo high school for a week or two until oz invited him to stay with her family. with a family of seven, one extra addition was barely noticeable. oz's family sends letters and gifts addressed to both of them when college starts.

☾. despite arguing like brothers most of the time, mihile and eckhart will hang out to watch crime related documentaries together and analyze the procedures.

☾. mihile, eckhart, hawkeye and irena will play super smash bros on the "family" nintendo switch. oz, irena, neinheart and cygnus play animal crossing: horizons together, but neinheart insists that he be in charge of terraforming. neinheart also believes that tom nook is extorting them by overcharging for renovation services, knowing they can't refuse since nook is the only person in the area who can offer such a service.

☾. cygnus and neinheart will spend a few hours in the evening once a week to review the household's budget and discuss any maintenance needed or items to buy.

☾. cygnus and irena maintain the house's intricate garden with a lush and tastefully overgrown aesthetic in mind. hawkeye doesn't know much about keeping plants, but he's eager to offer a helping hand to the girls.

☾. mihile is a clean freak. everyone will individually see him donning an apron, rubber gloves, and a strip of white fabric keeping his hair out of his face while wiping down an already sparkly clean surface at least five times a day.

☾. does eckhart ever sleep? if you leave your room in the early a.m. hours, there's a high probability that eckhart is quietly moving about or tapping away at his laptop on the kitchen island. neinheart will also make an ungodly amount of trips to make tea late at night. they stare at each other briefly with an air of respect each time.

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➻ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 (𝐖𝐈𝐏)

☾. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!

#maplestory #maplestory fanfiction #friendstory #cygnus knights #maplestory reader insert #kooruwrites

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kingkennny10 · 9 months

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Please Please Please

SP Apocalypse AU

Pt. 2 Safe Space

gotta have a good established background, you gotta know what their lives were like before right? i love nickels, hes based off my real life cat, cept his name aint nickels, i love butters an kennys friendship in this, almost as much as the next friendship ill post after this.

cw! talks of abuse! blood! bad parenting in general 🤷

Maybe like a year and a half after we graduated, Butters parents signed over their house to butters and moved to Hawaii for “retirement”. I remember the night after they left he called me in a panic tellin’ me how worried he was about livin’ alone, an how he doesn’t know how to own a house. I had to come over an help him figure out a plan to pay for everything. The house was all his, nothin’ to pay for except property tax once a year which covered sewage and lastly electric. After he heard that he calmed down a lot. The rest of the week he was still a mess, so I would stay over on random days. On his pay day that week we went food shopping which was the happiest I’d seen him all week.

Me being at his house was nothing out of the ordinary from then on, after a month he ended up helpin’ me find a stable job in town, he got me a congratulations gift. It was the most beautiful butterfly knife I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Silver blade and hinges an the rest is black, it’s the coolest damn thing I own. Towards the end of that year I kept getting into real bad fights with my parents, they’d kick me out an I’d go stay with Butters. Usually after being away for 2 days they’d ask me to come back, which i always did. Until Butters asked me to move in with him.

Butters woke up to knocking on his front door, he fell asleep on the sofa watching some random late night tv show. Checking the time he seen it was close to 1:30 in the morning. Getting up he mentally prepared by telling himself, ‘it’s either Ken or the police.’ Hoping its the former he opened his door wide. It was Kenny, he pulled the hoodie from his head. Butters quickly noticed the blood coming from his nose and his left eye which was partially swollen shut and starting to bruise.

“Ken oh my gosh! What the heck happened!?” Butters questioned standing out of the way to let his friend in and out of the cold. He closed and locked the door behind him and darted off to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and an ice pack from the freezer. Kenny pulled his hoodie off fully and took his sneakers off at the door then made his way to sit on the couch.

“I got into it real bad with my dad. Got thrown out again.” Butters came back and tossed the small ice pack to Kenny and sat next to him starting to wipe the blood with the paper towels. “I’m just glad Karen wasn’t there to see it.” Ken let a sad chuckle leave from him. Butters could only frown in response.

“Ken you need to get outta there, you can’t keep goin back and lettin’ this happen to ya.” Butters said and gave the paper towels to Kenny. “Just come move in with me.” Kenny’s eyes widened and he quickly began to look over his friends features carefully.

“You’re serious?” Kenny asked shoving paper towels up his nose. Butters simply nodded. “I- Leo, I don’t know if i could do that. . .” Kenny trailed off, seeming to weigh his options.

“If it’s Karen you’re worried about she can come too. You work too so we can definitely have enough food on the table for all of us!” Butters made a very convincing point, but kenny just shook his head. “What?” Leo asked confused at Kenny’s response.

“She isn’t the one with the problems in that house, the fights would just move here cause she’s their princess.” Kenny explained, Butters began to rub his knuckles together thinking there was nothing he could do to help. “I hate to leave her but I just can’t do it no more, I can’t keep fighting with them anymore.” Kenny said and Butters jumped up excitedly causing Kenny to laugh at him.

“WE’RE ROOMMATES!!” Butters yelled from excitement. Kenny just kept laughing. “You better tell Karen she can come visit as much as she wants, she’s my lil sister too y’know.” Kenny had a big smile plastered on his face as his friend spoke. “She can even have her own key if she wants!” Butters added. Kenny’s eyes widened.

“Don’t say that, she’ll eat us out of house an home if you let her.” This time Butters cracked up at his words. “Alright, I’m assuming I’m takin my usual room then?” It was a rhetorical question but Butters took it completely serious.

“Well if you want the master you can have it, I don’t mind.” Butters smiled at Kenny sitting back down on the couch.

“No, no, no ai was just saying, you can keep the masters Leo, this is your house!” Kenny laughed and Butters shrugged.

“Maybe we can just get a bunk bed and share, then make the other room to a gaming room!” Butters Happily said, his eyes were practically sparkling at the idea. Kenny was just happy that his friend was happy.

After I moved in with Butters everything became smooth, I was free, no more fighting, just having fun with my best friend. We even got a cat together, he was a bad ass cat. We saw him roaming the neighborhood, Butters didn’t want him so I made it my mission to convince him. Eventually i did, when I told him his name it changed his whole look on him. His name was Nickels.

“BUTTERS LOOK WHO I BROUGHT HOME!” Kenny yelled shutting the door behind him as he came in. He kicked off his shoes and walked towards the kitchen where Butters was cooking some dinner. “Look look look!!”

“What? OH MY GOSH! Ken how did you catch it!?” Butters asked confused and shocked at the same time that there was a cat in the house. “We can’t keep it Ken, it’ll tear up the house!” Kenny exaggerated a pout and held the cat out to Butters. He reluctantly grabbed the cat from him looking into its yellow eyes. “It sure is pretty but Kenny we can’t just grab cats off the street, what if it belongs to someone?” Kenny crossed his arms and looked at Butters again.

“One, hes been roaming the streets for like a week, two, who cares he’s mine now, three, i already named him and he loves me!” Kenny said holding a finger out for each point and then grabbed the cat back. “Wanna know his name?” Kenny asked petting under the cats chin making him purr. Butters eyes softened hearing the cat purr and lean into Kennys hand.

“Yes.” Butters said quietly trying to hide his growing excitement for the adorable grey cat in his friends arms. Kenny giggled and held the cat closer.

“His name is nickels!” Kenny said happily with more childish giggles of excitement. Butters reached his hand over letting nickels sniff him and then began scratching under his chin hearing him purr more.

“I’m convinced, give me my son.” Butters said and reached around the cat to steal him from Kenny. He giggled as nickels rubbed his head under his chin reaching his paws over Butters shoulder.

“I’m glad you love him cause I already bought all his stuff on the way home.” Butters didn’t catch what Kenny said, he was too busy swaying around with nickels falling asleep in his arms.

Sometimes I wonder if I could’ve saved them both, what if I didn’t go. But then I think about how I wouldn’t have made it here with you two. I couldn’t trade you both for anything else.

here we go, your Wednesday post!! i love karen in px3 shes so chaotic yet sweet ☺️ also i really love nickels, enjoy him while you can!! my other favorite character will be in the next chapter, hes just a hilarious lil dude

#south park #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #butters stotch #sp butters #south park x reader #poly!stenny x reader #px3 #please x3 #apocalypse au

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 3 !! || —> Next Part 4.

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A fair smoke curls forward, taking a shape of all sorts of shapes. The young girl blowing past the heart-structure lips on the cigarette lips entrance. With a lisp, she spoke slurring as the cigarette began to burn out,

Half annoyed sigh alerts by the girl leaning on the brick wall behind a night club, hidden well in the city from important eyes. The hands flip in the back jean pockets, clicking out a pink lighter.

“Hmm, smoking without me now are you?” The deep voice entices, posh shiny shoes clicking by the dirty ground, surrounded the garbage in the alleys. The girl looks up, lips carefully mocking, lighting the nearly finished cigarette.

She’s sank out her voice, exhaling a ramming flock of smoke blowing in the older man’s face. “Hate to burst your bubble oldie, I prefer to smoke by myself.” The cheeky younger woman, who wore a black leather jacket and tight fitted skinny all black jeans and shoes; blonde and black hair mixtures in messily.

In response, he scrunched the face when it hits the surface, nostrils flaring as he tilts his head amusingly at the youngling.

“I am only 40, sweetheart.” He ingurgitates thickly, switching out a cigarette packet where the fingers pull one out by the two fingers with ease, turning on the black lighter with a healthy large flame blowing by the wind. “Talk about ancient, mind telling me about the dinosaurs during your times?” The girl fronts .

“Sure.” The man was quick to agree stepping forward blocking the girl into the bright red brickyard wall, sturdily hanging against it, the girl watches up apathetically. He leans down whispering, warningly as if she decides to back-chat again, it wouldn’t end well for her.

Far from well. He digs a closer look, making his intentions and vibe clear. “A little dinosaur told me that you should get on with it and start to deliver this lovely present to her.” A heavy packaged box disguised as if it were a normal box from a post-mailbox. She raises an eyebrow down from the brown box, knowing that this was no ordinary thing despite its appearance.

“Hurry and make sure she opens it, no one else.” The girl looks down when he’d say it, nodding. “Yes sir, I’ll start immediately.”

He smirks down holding up the younger’s chin, menacingly folding the face in his palm like it were his own property. “Good, hurry up then. I’m a very impatient man, you must know that by now.” She scorns, pushing off the palm. The brick wall would be isolated, as she walks away from the alleyway leaving the man laughing.

Oh how he loves predictable reactions. If only he could see her’s when she opens the box.

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Mark looks out the window, where a blast of wind hits the surface of his eyelids, cheeks and lips, fresh oxygen amount inhaling in the heavily guarded lungs in his body. The white and black multi colour expensive car driving in the corner of the breezy highway.

In the back seats where the young man and the intern assistant, Karina sit together, leaving the front driver to be Areum.

“Mark seriously get your face back in the car, you look ridiculous with the wind blowing.” Areum tuts, soft laughter to experience a full on show on Mark being childish. He seriously represented a dog sticking their tongue and face out of the car.

Mark obeys, flying back in the car with the seatbelt still attached— obviously he wouldn’t be the one doing crimes. Karina looks out of her own window, glancing down to the map. “I think this is it when you turn two lefts.” She said.

The man spoke with determination, raising an eyebrow aloud. “I could’ve instructed us honestly, we would’ve been here quicker if i read the map.” Hearing the response, the pale girl turns around throwing sting eyes at the half-assed confident mark. “Yeah, I’m sure. As if you have evidence to prove that.” Karina murmurs sarcastically under the voice, hiding the awful untruthfulness.

Mark toughs out, looking away from Karina. Areum ignores their little falling out, their rivalry to help Areum can be much to handle. The woman feels sometimes that she’s dealing with children even at work, but that’s just their relationship and she cannot change it. If Mark and Karina wish to compete, they can.

But not around Areum that’s for sure. The woman looks in the front stirring window, turning the wheel with one hand on top; the car swiftly turns the two lefts, bringing them in front of an very old-slum apartment complex with many stairs and railings, as well as garages for public use.

Their destination cuts off now, as Areum steps out the vehicle with a thin black brick recorder and a pen with notepad. Mark and Karina come out right after. The man with a white and blow flannel and white shirt, black loose jeans brings a small envelope with pictures of evidence.

Girl with purple highlights with black hair, a lovely beauty mark on the right cheek, comes in view with her hands on a digital-journalist camera which allows them to record the situation as well as take pictures. Their leader officially struts to the olden antique of a complex building.

“You reckon rats round’ here?” Timid-ness comes off his lingering quiet voice, eyes scanning the dirty flooring on the ground floor of the complex. Two black doors on the left and right, with a single narrow staircase on the side welcoming the three. moment to encounter, Areum teasingly warns, scaring off Mark.

“Be careful, rats might come and,” Mark stops midway, hearing Areum speak and pause, until she launches up her face scrunches it in a roaring jumpscare. “Booh! Eat you.” He flinches, hiding behind the shorter girl, Karina.

Mark’s nostrils flare as he stares at Areum, annoyed. He couldn’t believe he fell scared for such tricks. He grunts, “yah, come on miss Park” he said, hearing Areum giggle, leeching hands on the stomach as she held it a little. Karina, side eyes Mark, smirking. She whispers to him. “Wow, I wonder how you hold up watching ratatouille.”

He doesn’t reply Shaking his head, he walks ahead leaving the two girls who took pleasure and absolute surging happiness to tease and make fun of him. The minute he walks up the long stairs longitude above, they have to make it to the seventh floor.

Areum grins, looking at Karina. “Let’s go, we have a long way to go.” Karina nods, seemingly the elevator was out of order with a big red sign indicating the malfunction, the stairs will have to do.

The two women slowly walk up, The stairs rose in well measured form, smooth and reflective of the light shining from the small windows stuck on to push in a light source in the day. However, it may feel like a smooth surface, the pleasure of stepping clean shoes on it has made it dirty reeking it into old state. Stairway-railings contain dust, the moment the ponytail-woman ran up her hand, it collects a swarming amount of filth. Areum’s face squeezes when looking down at the grime, wiping away the hand.

In matter of time, Karina and her boss land on the seventh floor, they stand on the edge of the last stairs, panting heavily with a few dripping sweat. Karina, pinkish cheeks brighten Mark’s sight when the relaxed man ahead watches them.

“Now look who’s tired.” Mark sighs, still holding a petty little grudge at being teased. Though he’s one to be easily teased, does not mean that he lets it go so easily. Karina scorns out, “shut up and knock on the door Will you?” head tilts 90° pointing on the right door in front of Mark, as she stretches on the railing to rest the aching muscle.

Areum huffs. “I’m so glad i live in a house and not a complex building.” Mark leisurely with one hand tucked in the front trouser pockets, takes the right hand out knocking on the front surface of the door three times.

The incoming silence was the least sign they were looking for, it’s a dead end to their case of investigation; Mark knocks once again, but stops. He turns to the two girls behind on the right, nearing the stairs. “Looks like no one’s home.”

Karina and Mark were convinced so easily, but Areum was not. She’s not the person to give up all because someone’s not home, sometimes, being suspicious of a situation is better to get answers. Therefore when Areum came forward to the door, Mark slowly moved away, pursing lips together as he frowns when he sees Areum push her ear on the cold door.

He whispers. “Uhm, miss park what are you doing?” Areum’s eyes gaze up, cheekily smirking. “Watch and learn students.” She pulls away when minor footsteps and quiet breathes come through, eyebrows raising in confidence. She knew her suspicion was right. She starts to knock much aggressively than Mark.

Areum firmly speaking. “I know you’re home, Mr Tong, come out please im here to talk with you.” Karina and Mark huddle together behind Areum, them thinking they finally have a lead— or at least, they were clueless to the clue in front of them.

The doorknob starts to unlock, ever so slowly the door quietly creeks opening ajar position, revealing a older man who took the body language of being cautious. But why?

Areum short sighted in the view of the man, gives a smile. “Hello Mr Tong, I’m here to ask questions about the case of Park Kyungsam and Ryan Jinae.”

The man’s half shown face with the door halfway open to peek towards the woman and two younger people trailing behind her, the moment he heard, he immediately wished his ears deceived him. Anger, leaping like fire from his eyes.

“I don’t know them, sorry.” Tong harshly spoke like a knife on edge, about to stab Areum deep. He’d pull his ageing body back, pushing the door close.

Or so he attempted to, till a foot blocks his corner. Areum pushing on the door with all her strength, she lets out a sore grunt. “Please. I know you knew them.” Areum said carefully.

Tong watches the girl, shouting. “No, I didn’t. Leave immediately, before I call the police.” Mark and Karina were the first to tug onto Areum’s white short rolled up sleeves, warning her that he refuses to speak. But the stubborn determined woman painfully looks at Tong, now pleading.

“I’m their daughter.” Areum finally thrusts out the words, that may have touched Mr tong’s heart when his hand reaches for his phone on the front pockets, when he was about to call the police he stops midway. The body stopping on their own with his mind going blank.

His eyes shift back to look at Areum, with widen pupils oozing out to watch the facial features. He drops his phone back into the pockets, where he now fully opens the doors without sharing words to Areum.

“Come in quickly and quietly.” Tong demands, cautiously looking outside as if people were ease-dropping or as if he wasn’t safe at all. Areum steps inside the small cramped apartment, Karina and Mark holding hands as they were scared entering such a dark place.

Windows were covering by wood, blanking every light from coming in. The place would be a mess, mess with so many pictures, newspapers and files laying around.

Areum looks about, scanning and observing the entire place. Mr Tong rushes over, staring across at Areum. Mark and Karina stick together in the corner, checking out the areas for evidence and such. As they let their boss, Areum do the talking.

The man breathes out, with guilt painting on his face like a blank canvas. “You really are their daughter. What are you doing here?”

She looks up once her fingers click the edge, switching on the voice recorder in her back pocket of the trousers.

Areum softly points across the facts. “ I heard you were the lead investigator on their case. I have a few questions.” Mr Tong sits down across the blue covered couch. “Listen I closed it. It was an accident case.”

“You don’t believe that do you?” Areum threw in, fast like a knife pointing at Mr Tong’s neck ready to slice any minute. The fast question throwing him off guard, as his silence was a loud answer for her already. The body language was close, she observed every factor.

Tong’s eyes avoid looking at Areum, as he speaks again. “What’s your questions?”

“What made you close the case? You barely carried out a proper investigation.”

Another silence, Areum sighs.

Mark whistles in the background, picking up a very old dusty file with some ketchup sauce on it spread. He squeaks in disgust, wiping away the ketchup into tissue paper. “Ugh, ketchup.” Karina would hear, looking over. “Found anything yet?”

“Actually,” Mark spoke raising voice, looking around as he’d look at the open file case. Polly pockets of evidence attached in the file as well as a thick layer of evidence with two pictures attached.

“Found something!” He yells, catching Tong’s attention from the couch, regret in his eyes forming. He looks up, watching Areum’s expression falter and fallen in the deep end of ocean, stranded.

Pictures of Areum’s parents in police uniform. She looks over silently murmuring, “why…why are they in police uniforms?” She looks at Karina and Mark, despite them not able to answer, she knows someone who can. Areum turning to look straight at the man on the couch.

“They were my co-workers. Kyungsam and Jinae tried their best to hide their job from you and your brother.” He whispers. “I-, it’s hard to explain. You were in the car and it broke down. You lost some of your memories about them.” He sighs frustrated. “The doctors said it was nothing major. Your brother came out fine too.”

“So I forgot that my parents were police officers, that’s freaking fantastic. Not only that, you knew them.” She scowls, sarcasm itching in the tone like a stuck out sore thumb, in disbelief of this factor that she’s forgotten. But now it makes sense, and the brain began to burn causing immense headache on the back of her head. Areum simply ignores the pain, watching him.

“So you knew them. Is that why you closed the case as an accident?” Areum cuts in, approaching the man with deep glaring eyes. He looks down, avoiding the eye contact. She knows he’s lying, it was as obvious it could be.

“No, I can’t say.” Mr Tong pleads. “Please, Park Areum, don’t search anymore. It was an accidental car crash.”

She shakes her head, the dizziness overwhelmed her body and mind. Mark pushed through, folding the file as he holds Areum close.

“Liar, you’re a coward. You knew them didn’t you?” Areum pushes through harshly, Mark falling off no longer holding her. He starts, “Yes, I knew them. I was their friend. You must now understand why I’m saying to let them go in peace and not to dig any further.”

Areum shakes her head. “No, because I know you’re not speaking truth. If you were their friend really, you’d tell me the truth.” She hisses, looking at Mark’s hands where she grabs a hold of the files. Eyes squinting to the pictures of them in the fancy police uniform with badges and round hats. He emphatically stared at Areum, yes, he felt so bad.

The guilt of holding in what he knows but he knew that if Areum was to get involved anymore, it won’t end well.

Karina follows Areum who walks to the door, opening it and then left. Mark left the man with a bow, following the two girls behind. However when trailing behind, the older man comes out of the door, stopping Areum by a wrist hold.

She turns around, met with the man’s gaze. “Areum, I can only tell you that much. I’m sorry, the rest I cannot say.”

“What is it?” She purses through. He leans closer whispering lowly. “Your parents were investigating something big, someone going by the fake name as Joker.”

“Now please, leave. I cant say anything else. I suggest not to dig anymore but, it’s your choice at the end of the day.” He let’s go, walking backwards into the apartment where he starts to lock the door. Mark and Karina share a glance, staring at Areum who’s face went dark and gloom.

Watching in horror as eyes zone out in the open, quiet sounds and breaths coming out the sealed lips, too effected by the terror, a long breathe taken in and out as the feeling of imprisonment grew and grew in the body.

A clue and a lead they have, but at what cost? Areum wasn’t sure what to feel anymore. The fact that her memory that she so thought was crystal clear and so clear, might not even be the truth in the end but a lie her brain made up after the traumatic car accident. Not to mention that the car crash might not even be the actual reason why her parents are dead now, because they’re the dammed police.

And Areum is very much disliked by the police, so this case won’t be hard to handle from the beginning but it became ten times folded harder when it’s her actual parents who were police officers.

Now she’s taking over their case, all from the start.

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The trio came back to work, slowly leaving the elevator lift to their floor in the large journalist building; full of thousands and thousands of journalists and reporters doing their job.

Some were corrupted perhaps, some were as a white knight thriving in the name of the law and justice, and some were just like Areum, lost, confused, dazed out and officially wanting to stab million pencils in your stomach.

Maybe it was just Areum.

The woman sighs walking with the file hanging low in the hands, opening the glass filter door, with blinds covering and then shutting it tight.

Areum swings back into the spinning chair, sitting still. She slams the thick pages case file on the desk, with other files and paperwork piling to them side, on a turned on black computer with a password insert lock screen.

Her eyes roll back in her head staring up to the ceiling, she closed them soon after. “I officially want to think this is a nightmare.”

Oh how badly she wishes this was a dream and not reality.

The quietness becomes loud, where it goes interrupted by a rushing man with the door open wide .

Areum jumps up in surprise, turning to the front where she fallen nearly, the woman grunts. “Oh my god this better be a good reason for barging in my damn office.” She threatened up, cleaning the messy pile work that has fallen from her silly movements.

Mark drops off a yellow package on the desk, cooing. “I think your husband sent you something, lucky you.” He teases, hoping it would cheer up the half stressed and confused boss going under critical identity crisis.

Areum raises an eyebrow, blurts out. “Uh, he didn’t tell me anything about sending a package.”

He shrugs. “Surprise romantic gift? I dunno, open it. The person who delivered it specifically said for you to open it alone.” Mark winks flirtatiously suggesting that it might be a complete person for Areum to see alone. She gives him a warning glare before she points her finger to the door.

She’d sigh dramatically.

“Out.” Areum firmly told. Mark did not waste a minute as he leaves, whistling with hands in the air. “Enjoy your spicy gift boss!” He’d yell, closing the door shut, the blinds attached on the door hitting the glass quick.

Jeno wasn’t the type of person to sent a package to her workplace, especially announced. She knew that much. Areum knows her husband inside and out, as well as mentally and physically, Jeno is a very private person. He trusts no one, he wouldn’t let a person deliver it to her.

If Jeno was to bring a gift for Areum, he would come down to the office and give it to Areum himself. She has her suspicions already, cautiously opening it with the tight sealing cutting by the sharp scissors from the desk.

The woman spreads the box open, only to shout standing up and backing away in panic, body shielding itself from the horrific sight in the box. The whole movement where Areum shifts away, the item fell from the box rolling down the coffee table, sliding on the floor with dribbling liquid, creating a wet sound.

Blood didn't gush in a constant flow, it was inconsistent. The waterfall from the mutilated head drops like a storm in Areum’s office. Her shaky voice trembles, as much as her aching heart beating fast and faster the more she stared at it in shock.

Head missing from the entire full body, with a stuck expression of yelling and painful eyes rolling down staring in different directions, scratches and bruises on the head as well as broken nose and fallen lifeless lips.

A scream wasn’t possible to come out, all Areum could do was think and freeze.

“Mr Tong, oh my god…”

It was more shocking when Areum knew the person’s Identity, and it scared her because now this was linking to the overthinking mountain of thoughts speeding in like fireworks.

Someone, is out to get Areum. Someone, who wants to clear up their tracks when Mr Tong spilled information to her. The same Someone who is threatening Areum by sending a message with Mr Tong’s head disguised in a yellow package box. This same person, must be her parent’s killer too.

Areum could only think, I’ll find you, whoever you are, and i’ll make your life a living hell.

His Karma Masterlink to chapters.

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