#SHE IS MY FAVORITE TOY i want to make several AUs of her depending on her job

[unsanctitude]

making my 30-40 year old barbie doll cry once again😈

[spidercookie18]

I've had this idea in my head that Paul uses M&M tubes to keep his joints in! They're perfect, they start out having candy AND they're air tight! If you can make anything out of that for the love of all that lives, you gotta.

Summary: Paul is a fiend, and makes it grandpa Emerson's problem Word Count: 2.5k

Great ask! I love this one a lot, you’re gonna get a crack response, but it’s a good response. Cause I’m smoking a crack pipe full of these fruity little bitches!

So, I’ve been toying with the idea of the boys going to COSTCO; hear me out. Any TLB AU where everyone survives, means Lucy will take the boys in; no if’s and’s or buts about it. She is the best 80’s mom ever, she’s for sure adopting them. Which makes the whole David x Michael thing weird bc they would be…stepbrothers? Whatever, vampire relationships are complicated. She would also have to be feeding like 10 people. Hold on, lets actually count. It’s the boys, that’s 4 + Lucy, Sam, Michael, Grandpa E, another 4, then Star, and Laddie, which is 2 AND maybe Max, and the Frog brothers… depending on how that goes. Anyways, that’s still at LEAST 10 mouths to feed.

So, Lucy, being the mom that she is, would get a COSTCO membership to get all the things that her new, big family would need. Now, you’re probably wondering, “Ari, where the fuck are you going with this?”

WELL

Lucy would get a COSTCO card so she could get these rambunctious fuckers what they need. Max would foot the bill, and everyone would be ‘happy’ about it and shut up forever.  (FYI, Costco in the 90’s looked more like a Home Depot, which I hate).

Lucy notices, IMMEDIATELY that her new sons have some interesting snack choices to say the least.

David is waaay too into eggs, to the point where she doesn’t know if he’s even eating them, or if he’s just hiding them somewhere. Marko goes through wheels of cheese like they’re apples. Dwayne likes… pickled fish and marshmallows. And Paul… well, she’s concerned for all of them, but she’s most concerned for Paul.

He’s quickly becoming her favorite. He always helps with chores, even if he doesn’t want to.  He changes light bulbs for her, even catches and releases the bugs that get in the house for her. Sure, he’s screaming and yelling the whole time it takes him to get the damn bug outside, but it’s the thought that counts. He's a mama’s boy through and through.

Lucy started worrying for him though, the second she noticed he would go through candy so quickly.  And not just go through candy, he would go through the damn candy. Paul could eat a whole box of candy, within a few minutes. When she got trick or treat candy for one Halloween, Paul went through several hundreds of dollars’ worth of candy within a few hours. Specifically, she noticed, he would tear through the mini m&m tubes like nobodys business.

Which, if you asked Paul, he’d say it really was, “nobody’s business.”

She would buy the giant COSTCO boxes that had 24 tubes and he would just walk off with the whole box. After he’d done that three or four times, she brought it up to David.

Lucy: I’m worried that Paul is… going to make himself sick.

David: *Leaning against the kitchen counter* We’ve been worrying about that for a lot longer than you have, he’s just like that.

Lucy: No, I mean, he keeps stealing these… little… *gestures with her hands* tubes of candy and I don’t know what he’s doing with them.

David: Oh, *rubs his chin* well that would be concerning… if it wasn’t Paul.

Lucy: Can you just make sure he’s not eating all that candy, can you boys process sugar fine like that?

David: *shrugs*

Michael: *walks into the kitchen, and grabs something from the fridge*

Lucy: OH, oh, Michael, *waving her hands* tell David about the thing.

Michael: *closes the fridge* Oh, no, not this again. *To David* Is she bothering you with this? *To Lucy, pointing with the soda bottle* Are you bothering him with this?

David: *snorts* This is a real hot button issue, eh?

Lucy: I’m worried about him, is no one else worried about him?

Michael: He’s a weird guy, mom. He’s just like that.

Lucy: But-

Michael: Mom if it’s that big of a deal why don’t you ask him about it?

Lucy: I TRY. But every time I try to ask him about it, he bolts. And, *pointing at Michael and David* with all that damn candy, I might add.

David: *laughing* Yeaah, that sounds like Paul.

Michael: Don’t encourage her.

Lucy: *glares at Michael*

David: Listen Ms. E, I wouldn’t worry about it making him sick. But if it means that much to ya, I’ll talk to him about it.

Lucy: Thank you, David, *pats his back*

David: *already halfway out the room* okay byeeeeeeeeee

What lucy didn’t know, was while, yes, Paul was a fiend for sugar, he was hoarding the m&m tubes for a much more nefarious reason.

Paul was like a pack rat. Step one foot into the cave, and you’d think it was just a mangled mess of shit. But, if you looked closely, you’d notice all the little things hidden away.

Paul had been, for the last several months, eating, emptying, and refilling the plastic, airtight containers with grandpa E’s marijuana. He had been sneakily snatching the sticky green buds in the middle of the night and stashing them away for safe smoking.

Albeit, not as sneaky as he thought. Cause, on more than one occasion, grandpa E had been waiting outside in the garden with the spray hose for Paul. Whenever Paul would slosh into the cave the boys knew he got hosed again, and they’d laugh at his ass.

But, Paul, the ever persistent, learned grandpa E’s habits, and how to better sneak the weed away undetected. He’d crawl on his belly across the roof of the house with a bag slung across his shoulder (think army style, when they make them crawl through the mud; that’s Paul). He would peep his little face over the side of the roof and watch for grandpa in the garden. The first few nights, grandpa E stood outside for a few hours with the hose, waiting for the wild blond.

His persistence paid off, after a few days, grandpa E thought it was safe, and Paul snatched up his goodies. Paul thought he was being sneaky by hovering above the ground and not leaving boot prints; but the next morning, when Lucy, Sam, and Michael were having breakfast and they heard a string of old man cuss words, they knew ‘smokey the bandit’ struck again. Lucy didn’t believe for a second that sweet Paul could steal from her dad, so she chalked it up to her dad smoking too much and being old.

The next night when the boys went to visit for ‘pizza night’ grandpa E railed into Paul. He would not stop ranting and raving about how he was, “going to hog tie his ass,” and, “turn him into the ugliest taxidermyed vampire there ever was.”  Lucy gave the boys some money and sent them to get the pizza to let her dad cool down, but when grandpa E insisted he didn’t want Paul back in the house until he apologized, she told the boys to just go out for pizza.

Marko: Paul, you asshole, just apologize so we can go back.

Paul: If I apologize, then that proves I did it- which I didn’t.

Dwayne: Dude, we all know it was you.

Paul: Hey, he’s getting old, that’s 100% not my problem.

David: You know, if you strip the stalk, that kinda makes it more obvious, dumbass.

Sam: You shoulda heard him this morning,

Michael: Yea, it was pretty bad. I’ve never heard him blow up like that.

David: Really? What happened

Sam: He went crazy! He wouldn’t stop screaming!

Marko: *giggling*

Sam: It’s not funny dude, okay? He said words I’ve never even heard before!

Dwayne: Like what? ‘Dagnabbit?’

David: *snorts*

Michael: *Pulling Paul’s jacket by the sleeve* You know if he catches you, you’re dead.

Paul: I’m already dead, also, I’m so not scared of your ‘pappy’.

Michael: Hey, it was a fair warning.

After that, grandpa E went through with operation: catch that flying asshole. He brewed pots of coffee to stay up all night and traded in his hose for a shotgun. Grandpa E sat outside with a chair and his shotgun across his lap, just waiting for Paul to show.

Paul, the ever persistent, waited over a week for his prize. Lucy watched from the kitchen window, as her dad sat outside and stared at the night sky. Her, and Sam were beginning to worry about his mental state. He’d been forcing himself to stay away for hours, and whenever he did fall asleep, Paul would chuck pebbles at him to see if he’d gone to bed for good. Grandpa E would immediately wake up, startled, and one time he’d rang a shot off into the night. Lucy scolded him, saying what if he’d hit a bird, or one of the boys. And his response was, “good! Those fuckers need to learn to stop stealing my stuff!”

One night, after almost 10 nights, there was an opening.

Paul laid on his back, staring at the night sky, rolling the little grey pebble around between his fingers. He was getting sick of waiting, and if he wasn’t worried about what Lucy thought of him, he would have just gone and taken the whole damn garden already. He stared up at the stars, watching the clouds roll in.

Clouds.

He listened to the water as it began to fall softly onto the roof. The pitter-patter came slowly, then faster, then it came in a downpour.

Grandpa E: LUCY!

Lucy:

Grandpa E: LUUUCYYYY!

Lucy: What dad?

Grandpa E: Lucy! Bring me the umbrella!

Lucy: No Dad!

Grandpa E: WHAT?! But it’s a downpour!

Lucy: If you want the umbrella, you gotta come get it yourself!

*Lucy had had enough of her dad’s shenanigans and was determined to get him to come inside from the cold. She hoped this rainstorm was the wakeup call he needed. *

Grandpa E:

Grandpa E: SAM! MICHAEL!

Lucy: They’re not here dad!

Grandpa E: LUCY, YOU BRING ME THAT DAMN UMBRELLA BEFORE I CATCH MY DEATH OUT HERE!

She was done entertaining the notion that Paul, her sweet, kind, always there to help anyone, Paul, was stealing from her dad. He would have to come inside one way or another.

Grandpa E grumbled as his button-up shirt started to get soaked.

Paul turned to lay on his belly and watched his nemesis shift around, trying to determine what to do next. “Go inside, you old bastard,” Paul mumbled to himself. The rain was coming down hard now, if it wasn’t for his vampire eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see anything through the rain. Paul could stay out in the cold and wet forever if he needed to, but he knew grandpa E had to go inside, “go in,” Paul insisted.

He watched as grandpa E pulled the shotgun off his lap and scampered inside. He could hear him mumble something about an umbrella as he ran through the screen door into the kitchen.

Now was his chance!

Paul quickly flew down to the garden. He planted both feet firmly on the ground, what did it matter if his boot prints were in the ground, grandpa knew he was there, and also the rain would wash them out. Paul’s boots squished under him in the wet, burbly mud, he squatted down and grabbed the plant from the base of the stalk and ripped it out of the ground. The roots of the plant dripping down with mud and rain. He repeated his process a few more times. “Fucking old bastard,” he grumbled, as he pulled another plant up by the roots, “making me come out here in the - *grunts* FUCKING RAIN.”

He grabbed a few stalks, tucked them under the strap of his bag and flew off into the night.

Grandpa E heard the “woo-hoo” as he was reaching for the screen door. He ran outside, looking for the umbrella was a flop, it took him too long to search in the cramped closet, so he gave up and decided to return to his green patch of goodness. He scampered back to the kitchen and saw a hurried mess of hair shifting around in the garden.

Grandpa E: Look! There he is! *Pointing out the window*

Lucy: *Walking to the window* Dad, I don’t see anything?

Grandpa E: What do you mean?! He’s right there!

Lucy: *straining her eyes* Dad, it’s a downpour, I can’t see anything.

Grandpa E: *running to the screen door* I got your ass now!

But, as we all know, by the time he got out there, it was too late. Grandpa E, stared at the ground in defeat. He watched as the holes where the stalks used to be burbled and filled with mud and water. The boot prints were fading before his eyes. He knew no one would ever believe him now, and he knew Paul knew that too.

If he didn’t hate him so much by this point, he’d might have applauded him. But for now, he just fell to his knees, the mud sloshing under his pajama pants, and he wailed into the night.

Paul laughed the whole way back to the cave.

When he finally landed, he happily stomped down into the cave. He leaves of the stalks rustling, mud dripping off the stalks and the roots.

His boots squelched under his weight and the mud tracked in behind him.

The other boys and Michael watched as the cocky, rain washed out blond walked into the cave.

Marko: No fucking way.

Dwayne: Oh, Paul you didn’t

David: Atta boy!

Michael: Oooooh, I’m not here.

Paul hummed happily to himself; he ignored his brothers’ jeers as he walked to his alcove. He slung the bag off around his head set the stalks down next to his bean bag chair. He sat down on the tattered, ratty thing with an oomph. He looked at the stalks, he’d clean em and prep em for use later. Paul intended to pluck the seeds out and plant them near the cave, entirely done with being ‘smokey the bandit’.

He shifted to one side and reached a hand under the bag. He rifled around under the chair for a second before he produced what he was reaching for, an m&m tube. He patted his jacket for a lighter and popped open the blue plastic container. He wafted the open container under his nose and turned the tube upside down. A joint slid out into his open palm.

Paul plucked the twisted white paper and set it in his mouth. He flicked the lighter on and lit the end. He took a deep inhale and laid back further in his bean bag chair, still ignoring his brothers half-assed remarks.  

Victory never tasted so sweet.

[iamnightduchess]

ReinerxMikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky A to Z Ask Game (R20+) Headcanon #19

*Update: 24 March 2021

A continuation of this ask & inspired by this original post. Dedicated to @xrocketmanx for their amazing 💖 on my ko-fi page!

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic description of very explicit smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

(In complete Alphabetical Order)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

People expect Reiner to be the one who would jump off the bed immediately soon after when they’re done but on the contrary, he just loves lying there and holding Mikasa in his arms post-coitus. Although, they do sleep with Mikasa lying on his chest most nights. Mikasa wasn’t used to be held intimately in the first few months of their relationship, so the first time they made love, Reiner gave her the space that she needed before, during and after. It was Mikasa who finally initiated their first cuddle post-coitus after the next several weeks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reiner: Very confident of his physical appearance and in his skin. He really loves everything on and about Mikasa. He loves her body type the way she is - to him, hers is just perfect. But, his most favorite body part of hers he'd like to touch first every time he could is her hands. He just like holding her hands when he wakes up, winding down for the night & even when he's asleep.

Mikasa: This woman, despite having a bombshell athletic figure, still secretly feels insecure of the way she looks. She loves Reiner's biceps the most - at home, she'll sneak a quick peck or a nibble on his biceps when he's doing the dishes or making dinner. She also likes to snuggle up to him on the couch with his arm draped around her shoulders, sometimes until she falls asleep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… lol)

She...swallows? 🙈 (holy shizz i'm not so sure of this one. Can't think of a suitable answer without being cringey 🤣)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reiner & Mikasa once had a quickie inside the changing booth during a beach trip with their friends. Reiner had also went down on Mikasa after dinner at his mum's place, right in Karina's laundry room because he 'accidentally' spilt some wine on her dress & wanted to get her dress cleaned up. He ended up having her as dessert on top of the moving dryer & she left her underwear there by accident.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They were both not each other’s first lovers but when they first got together, the experience is like being with no other. They discovered new parts & points of not only their significant other’s physical & spiritual strengths but also their own respective preferences as well. Reiner’s quite a ladies’ man during his early years in the military but after a while, he got bored of the game. Meeting Mikasa, he realised he wants to play the game again but this time to win it for good. Mikasa has only been with one boyfriend since college & being with Reiner opened her eyes up to vast possibilities.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

No, Reiner doesn't do the Military Style despite being a military man 🤣 Missionary & Cow Girl are their standard starting positions. Despite Mikasa being very flexible, which gave them more advantage in attempting the more physically-challenging positions, but the following are their more favorite experimental ones:

Oasis

Basket

Watering Can

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A little bit of both, no doubt. Reiner has a dorky sense of humor & Mikasa's odd humor makes for a good tension-breaking combination. Their foreplays always begin with a good laugh - with Reiner ghosting his teasing touches on her love handles. Gets her in the mood for some serious sexing every time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

For both, the carpets matched the drapes. Mikasa tried Brazillian wax once and uhh...Reiner abstained for a week & a half because he prefers her au naturalé 🙈 He said it felt odd from what he's used to haha

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

There are days they’ll just have a quickie if they get in the mood while just chilling, watching TV together after dinner. Before the children came, they would always have slow, intense eye-gazing, tantric, unrushed lovemaking. After the twins came into the picture, they’ll be lucky if they can even have cuddle time together >D Mikasa doesn’t say “I love you” out-loud but showed it in the way she touches & kisses Reiner’s arm when he’s in the kitchen making dinner or when he’s giving the twins a bath.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oooh...Reiner rarely does this after he dated Mikasa & married her. But he loves getting her to touch herself in the showers. While he watches.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Did i tell you about their muscle kink & how much they love each other’s muscles?? Roleplay :) They like to pretend they’re strangers meeting in a cafe or a hotel bar and later have a ‘pretend one-night stand’ with each other haha It keeps the flame burning! (i posted a oneshot on this.)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Home: bedroom, kitchen and in his home office. In the showers too!

They're not one to do it in public but they did have several outdoor trysts on the back of his 4WD while having a romantic night under the stars.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) haha can't help not including this gif

When Mikasa rubs one of Reiner's thighs, rest assured that his gears will be running. Meanwhile when Reiner nuzzles her neck and started caressing her abs, oh it's an on for her alright.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⛔ Backdoors are a big N.O ⛔

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They're both amazing givers... You know what it means: 34 + 35 🤫 Reiner would sometimes initiates when Mikasa's already asleep. Remember that Zoom Conference & online gaming session? Mikasa likes to get back at Reiner when he least expects it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both depending on their moods...quickies are usually fast pounding yet not too rough, Reiner respects Mikasa too much to ever be at risk of hurting her. Usually their lovemaking would be sensual & soul-bonding at the same time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mikasa prefers to wear pants when they ever go for outings, movie trips, hiking trips. But, she wears skirts when they're visiting their families for a reason: smoother access for quickies. The moment she walks down the stairs in a beautiful dress before they head to his mum's or her aunts', Reiner already knows it. They be getting freaky with a quickie later 🙈

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reiner & Mikasa are very experimental in the bedroom. Sure, they don’t have frequent lovemaking but when they’re in the mood, fireworks are a guarantee throughout with different new positions ;) Risk-taker? Let’s just say Reiner’s virility and Mikasa’s flexibility provided a lot of perks in their love lives together (and some pregnancy scares too! before they were ready to conceive) Mikasa once gave Reiner head while they're stuck in traffic heading into a road block. He'd finished just before the the car in front of them pass the inspection 🙈

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ooh boy, all night haha Rounds: 2 max at one time. Duration: At least 1.5hours X) They both are super fit, athletic people so one can expect their staminas to be nothing less than subpar. *cough* In Canon AU: Max 4 times or 1/3 of the night *winks* because supernatural & acker powers!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No, they don't 🙈

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Goes without saying: a lot. Mikasa likes to wear Reiner's tshirts/ dress shirts at home to tease him. While Reiner likes to wear his reading glasses a lot at home because that is one of her biggest turn ons from him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mikasa's the quiet one between the two and the loudest she'd ever been was just a deep, heavy whimper. Reiner's the louder one that sometimes Mikasa would have to smother him when they're having a quickie 🤣

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even after more than 20 years together, Reiner and Mikasa still make out like they're teenagers - pretending to sneak around and grinding in hidden, cramped spaces away from their kids.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mikasa : Dynamite & powerful grip - thighs and you-know-what (even after 3 kids!)

Reiner : Thicc - ass & this man is packing. He has girth!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest: 15 🤣 There's something about getting Mikasa to relax and laugh during their chill time, that just instantaneously revved up their engines at the same time. Reiner is a very tender, romantic person & Mikasa cannot resist it when he starts to tell her how much he loves her & appreciates her. He likes to kiss her hand when they're just hanging out even with friends. Everything Reiner does is genuine & that warms her heart everytime.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner would be the first to go out like a light & Mikasa just likes to rest her head on his chest and hear his beating heart & relaxed breathing. Mikasa thinks Reiner's little snores are adorable. But when they're just cuddling on the couch, Mikasa would fall asleep first & Reiner would carry her to the bed.

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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this & I hope you'll enjoy it too! Thank you so much for the support & love 💖 xoxo More asks to come!

[gooobert]

YOUR DOMESTIC FELIX HEADCANONS. HAND EM OVER

DOMESTIC????? ;)

Alright!! SO I'll try to keep these hcs related to a unisex S/O (so you can insert any character in, like male/female [his gf, or any male/female surv]). This excludes killer dynamics bcos killer x surv just. *vomits*

But that's just my opinion ;))) when it comes to domestic Felix...

I'll take it in a couple of spins, all of which will focus on an 'after/escape The Entity' type of au. If you're also interested in a version that includes a general "pre-Entity" tidbit, I'd be more than happy to provide!! Just ask!!

In Felix's case, it's going to be something like his disappearance at Dyer Island being for a potential 1-3 years (depending on the life of this game going forward), so it's safe to assume that in all of these headcanons, his girlfriend is going to have moved on with her life, especially in regards to care for his now-alive child. You can still insert her into the headcanons if you wish, but realistically (imo), they would be separated.

Felix is actually more than understanding when it comes to his girlfriend moving on - the disappearance was something of a red flag, but authorities attributed it to a workplace accident/stress, or potentially even commitment issues - the restoration project along with the news of being a father isn’t a foreign recipe for a partner just up and disappearing. Felix's girlfriend wasn't exactly aware of his Imperiatti past - which can be summed up by the organization's secrecy, or Felix's repression of his former trauma - she never connected the dots when it came to his familiar clientele. She moved on, had their child, and even began seeing another man. Felix couldn't blame her, especially with how difficult it is to be a single parent. He feels a strong sense of empathy when it comes to that topic, especially when it was just him and his mom after his father’s disappearance.

It's not exactly clear - the whereabouts of Felix's mom, in present time - but I like to assume that he would move back into his former home, the Richter manor, and try to piece his old life back together again. He is able to regain partial custody of his child, and he is introduced to... his daughter. Before The Entity, Felix initially hoped for a son, so he could be the exact father figure he desperately needed when growing up (after all, he spent plenty of time in the realm thinking about how he would be the perfect model for his “son”), but he wouldn’t trade her for the world. It comes almost as a shock when his daughter prefers to play with more “masculine” toys and gets into a lot of the hobbies he enjoyed as a kid - especially reading/storytelling. She’s not exactly old enough to read books on her own, but Felix won’t hear the end of it unless she gets her nightly bedtime story. He fabricates fables and tales about people he met “from work,” and their various trips to foreign and unfamiliar realms. He can’t help but see the same face of wonder and skepticism that he used to have, just like when his father told him similar stories in his youth.

Felix also has this taut outlook and anxiety when it comes to raising his kid. Anybody is expected to be stressed over their first/only child, but Felix’s former worries and lack of social development drives him to be a parent that wants to teach his kid how to be independent as soon as possible; so she could have all the skills she needs when she’s older. He was privileged enough to live in a household where he never needed to cook, clean, or handle anything financial when he was growing up - everything was done by either the manor’s maids or his parents. Knowing the fear and self-doubt he had back in his early 20s, he is super serious about being there for his daughter. His other half may think he’s being a bit dramatic and a “helicopter parent” with how stressed he is, but he just wants to make sure she can hold her own in case an unfortunate circumstance ever did occur - it was an all-too-familiar threat for Felix when he was growing up; especially when he still desires to set an example for his late father.

The times when the German architect does “calm down,” he does his best to be there for his daughter. He’s got a nasty habit of spoiling her and his loved ones with gifts, despite being conscious about his wealth. Splurging on such activities/gifts gives Felix a sense of relief, where he can see his little girl raised with an innocent, positive childhood. One would assume he might be even jealous over her adolescence, but he’s just thankful he could be there physically and emotionally for his kid, and stop the painful cycle from ever reaching her. As much as Felix wishes he had his dad in his life to guide him, he takes it as a learning experience that made him stronger, and more deliberate and genuine with his parental responsibilities.

His parental approach is more about empathy and reasoning, and prefers to treat his little girl as a smaller adult rather than just a kid - he tries to soothe any of her anxieties about friends and school, but without sheltering her from the reality of the world once she’s old enough. He won’t admit it, but having her feel brave enough to confide in him with her personal issues/thoughts is his favorite part about being a father. He might have lost his father at a young age, but at least he can act as a mentor to his own child. It reminds him he’s doing the “right thing,” and this bond was what he dreamed of having in his youth. He can’t help but feel sentimental!

The Entity left Felix with more questions than answers, and as much as he wants to find out the mystery behind his dad, he decided that it was time to move on. The timeless years spent in The Fog gave him severe trauma, and he’s lucky he was able to resume a relatively normal life - a second chance to be there for his daughter and his S/O. He went into the realm to voluntarily search for his father, and he wasn’t able to uncover much during his time spent there. His partner may support him in his grief, but he’s come to understand that his feelings of loss may simply never go away - he’s just going to have to live with them. For him, his loss still feels like a fresh wound, but it’s not going to get any better than it is, currently. Felix wouldn’t consider himself hopeless, but he’s left with a sense of acceptance. He needs to be there for his new family, and he would rather be focusing on the domestic chapter in this new part of his life than reminiscing on the past. He did it long enough with The Pariahs before they disbanded, and he’d rather learn to live more in the present than caught up in the past.

If he doesn’t have custody over his kid, Felix is spending a majority of his time at work, where Lauren gladly takes him back into their architectural firm. He’s left with a lot of trauma from the trials, though, so it’s not unusual if he can’t make a business meeting or show up physically to work. He still carries his occupational responsibilities, but there’s just certain aspects of his old life that he could never get acclimated to doing again. He’s afraid of turbulence (the shaking and rumbling of the plane is too similar to the endgame collapse) and if he NEEDS to be at a business meeting/networking event, he has to leave early since the drive, of course, takes a lot longer than a flight.

When he is able to find some time alone with his other half and not feel any work pressure, they like to treat themselves to a vacation getaway! Even if it’s for a weekend, he takes holidays depending on if they need time to release some energy by doing something strenuous (skiing in the Alps) or maybe unwinding with something romantic or a new experience (wine/artisan goods). Felix isn’t the best with his words, and so he likes to show PDA to his partner when they have time together. Rather than asking, he simply does - a peck on the forehead when he gets ready in the morning, adjusting the clothing/jewelry on his spouse, or even just mindlessly rubbing/massaging his hands on their back. He knows how it feels to be touch-starved, and likes to make it a conscious effort to show his love through constant reassurances when his words fail.

[linssikeittomies]

I Won’t Be Your Donkeyskin - A Banana Fish WIP

So about a 100 years ago I was talking with my friend @freakyfeline about fairytale AUs and we were laughing about how Yue Lung would be just the bitchiest princess. I originally imagined a Donkeyskin story with a Banana Fish spin, but it ended up being a Donkeyskin-inspired Canon Divergence - Yue Lung runs from his family and ends up hiding with Sing’s family, disguised as a girl. This is the only finished scene I ever wrote for it, and I quite like it.

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Yue Lung thought back to the cashier’s words. Everyone’s heard by now. The prettiest hair I’ve ever seen. Boys will be fighting over you in a few years. He toyed with a strand, deep in irritated thought. Staying this close to the clan’s area of influence was a lot riskier than he liked, but it was the best he could manage for now. Biting his lip, he cursed that he hadn’t known how important identification documents were in the outside world. Who would’ve thought he couldn’t be a real person without some piece of paper?

Fussing with a strand of hair, he tried to weigh his options – ideally he would find a place on the other side of the country, even abroad. Canada, at least, but preferably Asia, maybe Mongolia – not Hong Kong, where the Lees were a considerable presence. But he had no money, and he could only get so far walking. And it was still cold enough to freeze to death in the night without even getting out of New York City first. Stealing would solve a part of that problem, but where could he find enough money? Pickpocketing might net him some loose change and maybe a few phones he’d need to sell for cheap, saving up that way would take too much time, and he was likely he’d get caught sooner rather than later anyway, since he had zero practice. The house was a no-go as well, Mrs. Sun didn’t keep a lot of money in the house, partly because they didn’t have much to save to begin with, and Yue Lung wasn’t rotten enough to steal from his saviors anyway. Maybe if they were filthy rich, and their finances wouldn’t be affected by a few thousand dollars going missing, but it still wouldn’t leave a good taste in his mouth.There was always the option of finding work, but who would hire a 11-year-old, who apparently didn’t exist because he had no ID? He could hardly ask Mrs. Sun money for helping around the house. He didn’t know how to do anything, except grow plants. He could have maybe sold medicinal herbs and such, had he a place to grow them and the knowledge how to use them – his education hadn’t yet included much but the most basic poisons. He also had a lot to learn about acupuncture, too. What else was there? If he couldn’t steal, and he couldn’t work, what else was left? Twisting and twirling the strand, twitching his foot, gnawing his teeth, there had to be something he could do! Just anything to run, or keep hiding, think! Think! Considering how much Mrs. Sun was gossiping about her newest “daughter” it was safe to assume Yue Lung’s brothers would soon hear about this mysterious girl who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, running from an abusive family, who just so happened to bear the name of the former patriarch’s deceased concubine! Fuck, what a fucking idiot a person can be! Using his mom’s name! Yue Lung might not have been able to do anything about Mrs. Sun’s benign airheadedness but he should’ve known better than be self-sabotaging dumbass! Okay, okay, what’s done is done, what he needed now was damage control. So, to keep running Yue Lung needed money, and he couldn’t get it yet. Which left hiding. Mrs. Sun was his saftest bet for now, and however talkative she might have been, Yue Lung was dependent on her goodwill and criticizing her would hardly endear Yue Lung to her. It had to be accepted that Dai Yu would be a known face around town, though it would be nice if it would attract less attention. Wasn’t there something he could do about that? He couldn’t change his face, apart from scarring it, and that would only make him more noticeable. It would take several years before he could grow a moustache or a beard, and with his genes it was likely to be a bust anyway. Unless he wanted to make a beard toupee out of his hair, and what would look more natural on a preteen than a hairbeard? One that was tangled to death from nervous fiddling. The strand around his fingers was getting knotted to the point of needing scissors to be solved. Wasn’t there anything Yue Lung could do to stay hidden? The strand twirled, frayed and split. ...The hair had to go. It was too noticeable. Having it shorter wouldn’t stop anyone from recognizing him, but it would cut the number of looks thrown his way. That was the key – stay low, stay humble, stay dull. Under any circumstances, do not attract unnecessary attention. Have average looks, have average manners, have average intelligence, be an all-around average girl and soon enough no one would care if you live or die! Blend in well enough and you might as well not exist. Mrs. Sun trimmed her own and her children’s hair, Yue Lung had seen the hair scissors in the bathroom. They were kept in a sleeve that looked homemade, and at least a decade old. One could only hope the scissors themselves were newer than that, or at least kept sharp – no such luck. Most things in the household were long past their glory days, full of holes or chips and dull as a cloudy day or a newborn’s teeth. The unsteady shhhk of the dull scissors trying to cut through a thin strand and Yue Lung’s frustrated grunts must have been what eventually caught Mrs. Sun’s curiosity. “Heavens! Dear girl, what on Earth are you doing?” Yue Lung thought the answer should have been clear as day, but he answered anyway. Mrs. Sun shook her head in disbelief and affectionate frustration. But, since the damage had been done, she demanded to even out the cut. “Aiya girl, you should have to come me in the first place!” she nagged as she snipped. “I would have cut it. I don’t understand why you would want to, your hair is so beautiful, Dai Yu.” Feeling that Mrs. Sun wouldn’t quit until Yue Lung gave some excuse to his haircut, he decided to play on a bit of admiration. He had found that often a transparent flattery would fall flat and have the opposite effect desired, and it was better to be less direct about the approach. It tended to work best with a bashful admission. “I wanted it to be like yours”, he mumbled quietly, affecting an embarrassed tone. It worked exactly how he had wished it to – Mrs. Sun cooed at him, calling him a silly girl but leaving it at that. Once she was content with Yue Lung’s new haircut, she called her sons to take a look. Yue Lung twirled around, supposedly pleased and proud. Yen Tai just said it looked fine and left like the moody teenager he was, but Soo Ling stayed quiet and thoughtful. Yue Lung thought he might have caught the longing look he had thrown at the long strands abandoned on the floor. He was weirdly silent for a few seconds, before saying “Dai Yu looks nicer with short hair.” Some kind of dam broke inside Yue Lung. He looked at the arm-long strands strewn about, curling around each other in embraces soon to be broken to clean up the remains of a burial. Dignity shed, thrown aside to further the selfish ends of another. A once treasured possession turned to trash. “How could you say that?” said Yue Lung, throat constricting, and his voice wasn’t any easier to mask than the tears falling to the floor. With a sharp inhale he tried to mask as anger, fully in vain, he broke down with a sorry mewl. “Aiya, it’s okay, it’s okay! It really looks nice on you!” Mrs. Sun tried to comfort. “Dai Yu, it’s alright. You look so pretty with your new hair! It makes you look so much softer!” Soo Ling ran to the kitchen and came back a little while later with a few almond cookies in hand. He offered them to Yue Lung, while Mrs. Sun still petted his back and muttered Aiya, poor girl, and I knew you would regret it. “Dai Yu, don’t cry. It’s just hair.” Just hair? Of course a boy would think it was just hair. He jerked at the look Yue Lung threw at him, like it had physically stung him. The Dai Yu he knew was distant and stiff, even cold, but always reserved, so he wasn’t prepared for the concentrated vitriol pouring out of the girl. He hesitated little before wisely fleeing from the girl. All this was hidden from Mrs. Sun, who unknowingly dried the tears of a beast and privately chided her son for being so rude to a crying girl. “Dai Yu, why don’t we gather up this hair and braid it. You can keep it safe until your hair grows back.” Silently, exhausted, Yue Lung nodded slowly. “I’ll do it myself. I’m sure you had something else to do before I disturbed you.” “Oh, it’s no trouble. Go find some pretty ribbon in the –“ “Please let me do it alone.” Mrs. Sun finally understood he needed a moment alone and left to find the ribbon herself. Yue Lung quietly, slowly, gathered the strands together. His neck itched. The short hairs from the last clean-ups had stuck to the skin. The ends of the dead tail of hair were uneven. It was an ugly thing, gathered up from the floor, not bundled together before being cut off. A dead keepsake, a far cry from the real thing, and the pain of it was more pressing than the dear memory. He would give it a proper burial. This one thing would escape the legacy of Lee Hong Lung and gain back some of its dignity in death.

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I couldn’t find Sing’s mother’s name, so I decided to call her Sun Ci-Hui. Also I’m currently watching a k-drama called Rookie Historian Goo Hae-Ryung, and the prince is one of my favorite characters ever because he’s so sweet and innocent, and right after finishing an episode I go write calculating bitches like Yue Lung and Ivan:D What can I say, I like variety.

[tr33-g1rl]

Commentary Crew/Second Squad in my  Modern/Young Gods/Immortals AU

Kingani: 

A young goddess of platonic love and beauty that works at an old fashioned diner that has a pink-and-turquoise theme and has the staff wear vintage 50′s swing clothes. She mostly wears dresses with fruit and floral patterns, but with a leather jacket on top. She is the only member of the staff that doesn’t have a name tag, but the other crew member have names if several different ancient languages.

Example ritual: At 12:15 pm, she takes her lunch break in the booth by the jukebox. Give her a piece of whatever pie is being served that day and tell her a joke. If it isn’t a funny joke, she will smile and say thank you, and that’s as far as it will go. If it’s a funny joke, she will laugh joyously. You must leave the diner before she stops laughing and walk or drive back to your home. When you get home, take a nap or got to bed for the night. When you wake up, look in the mirror and be happy with the results. Remember to say thank you the next time you see her working. A tip is appreciated, as well, but not expected. Another slice of pie isn’t considered a tip, but another sacrifice, and making another request without thanking her first will reverse the results of the first request.

Favorite gifts: Pies and other such pastries, lilies, unworn friendship bracelets, bows made of turquoise ribbon, stuffed animals (especially cats and lambs), locket necklaces, tinsel, and pretty cupcake wrappers.

Kwite:

A young god with power over luck and misfortune that only recently escaped from the SCP foundation. Currently hiding out in an abandoned apartment building in a ghost town, he’s not easy to find. Or, he wouldn’t be, if he would quit posting reviews on the town. The strange things is that his reviews talk about the town as if it’s still populated and bustling...

Example ritual: Print out a review of a long-dead business on a piece of colored paper. Fold the paper into a basic paper airplane and throw into the wind with the nose of the plane facing in the general direction of the closest four-way stop. Do not watch the airplane to see where it goes. Immediately cover your eyes and turn your back to it and walk away. You may uncover your eyes after exactly two minutes. What will happen next depends entirely on the business, the review and the paper color you used at the beginning of the ritual, but most of the time it will result in a new business opening near your house that you will spend copious amounts of time at.

Favorite gifts: Sodas in glass bottles, colorful paper clips, unused glowsticks, wind up toys, unusual photos from garage sales, any form of spicy chips, batteries (mainly AA), and newspaper comics.

FPS Diesel:

A young oracle turned immortal only a few years ago and is still getting used to it. That being said, he enjoys testing its limits by saying whatever is on his mind to whoever he pleases. His predictions usually come when he is in the middle of doing his reps. His eyes go dark as a night sky with his pupils swirling like a spiral galaxy as he speaks with the voices of people he’s never heard before. The first time this happened, he dropped his weight on his foot.

Example ritual: Find him in the gym’s parking lot and give him either five dollars, an energy drink or a pack of ramen. Ask him for a someone’s story, but do not use their name. Say “My story” or “My friend’s story” or “The man’s story” His eyes will go dark for only twenty-one seconds before he responds. He will either respond in a nonchalant tone, with a laugh or with no words, only 'tsk’. If he says it in a nonchalant tone, thank him but do nothing. If he laughs after he speaks, thank him and spend an equivalent to whatever you gave him on your way home. If he only gives a sympathetic click of his tongue, nod solemnly and say nothing as you leave.

Favorite gifts: Energy drinks, cheap “college kid” food, tennis shoes that are in good to decent condition, college textbooks, diaries filled out but with no name on them, water bottles, broken technology and bags of homemade trail mix.

Aksually:

A trickster god of chaos that has the ability to teleport, but should NOT be allowed to. Constantly uses his powers to ‘covert barter’, a.k.a steal something, but leave something of equal measure in its place. Could pull off a great heist with his powers, but instead chooses to reach through a portal to pull the others’ earbuds out in the middle of a song.

Example ritual: Find an item which you have diminished the quality of and that you do not mind loosing. Mess it up even further, until it is hardly worth anything. Take it outside and set it at the closest stop sign or yield sign, or in the bed of the closest truck. Whistle a high-pitched note before turning and walking back inside your place of residence. When you get inside, you will find something on your bed to replace the item you got rid of. It will be of much higher value and will come with a note that says something in an unknown language. You will not be able to find what language it is.

Favorite gifts: Lock-picking sets, sugary candies, hoodies with patterns that incredibly irritating to the eye, cheesy prank items, CDs with terrible remixes of songs, pictures of memes, knock-off brand items and video cameras.

(Will add more later, but gotta go rn and I just want this out there)

[p-artsypants]

Boy Toy- Act I

At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is now where to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It's safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

I’m still working on Arcadia or Bust, but I have this weird AU already finished from like forever ago. I know I’ve been doing a lot of AUs lately, but I just really love them. 

AO3 | FF.net

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“No! I won’t go! You can’t make me!” She screamed as she threw herself on the bed. The princess kicked her perfect dainty legs into the mattress.

“It’s rude to skip out on a party,” her beloved servant, Tuff, stated.

“Especially your birthday party,” his twin sister, Ruff, replied.

Astrid looked up from where she had her face buried in her pillow. “But there’s going to be so many people that I’m going to have to shake hands with. And you know Uncle is going to stuff me into a dress.” She hid her face again. “I’m not doing it!”

The two servants looked at each other and sighed. “Why do we do this?” Tuff asked. “You whine and complain, and then you know your uncle is going to make you go anyway, even if he has to carry you in.”

Astrid rolled over on her back. “I don’t like your attitude. I took you off the streets, and I’ll put you back on them.”

Ruff smiled at the princess, looking in her closet for the right dress. “You can, but you won’t.”

Tuff sat on the mattress casually. “Yeah, then who would you throw your axe at? One of the other servants?”

Astrid mumbled. “They always flinch and get hit…”

“See? You’ll just have to tolerate us.”

Astrid sneered. “Sometimes I really hate you two.” She was lying of course, but she needed to keep her servants in their place somehow.

The trio was sequestered in the East wing, what she had dubbed as her living quarters. Thick sheets covered the windows, broadswords and heavy axes hung on the walls. The furniture was in disarray as sometimes her anger would be too much for her and she would cleave a bedpost in two. Only her most trusted servants were allowed to enter, a pair of twins that she had personally hired from off the street with no training whatsoever.

Ruff pulled out a pink taffeta dress with pink-feathered plumes sticking off the back. “Here’s the dress Dagur got you last year for your anniversary. You could wear this!”

“I thought I told you to burn that abomination,” the princess hissed.

Ruff laughed as she stuck the garment in the back of the closet. She and Tuff enjoyed teasing the princess like this. Despite how bratty her replies were, they knew that Astrid was truly happy when people interacted with her instead of just blindly following every order.

She was just bad at showing it.

Just then there was a knock at her bedroom door. Tuff opened it and greeted the nameless servant on the other side.

“His Majesty would like to talk to the Princess in his study,” the shy girl spoke.   

“Here we go!” Astrid flung herself off the bed and snagged her favorite battle-axe from where it was lodged in the fine cherry wall. It was her security blanket, if only the twins knew it.

She was perfect. She had to be. The whole world was watching her, pandering to her, and adoring her. Though that adoration ran dry when she turned away. In truth, she would sooner push someone down in the mud to keep her boots clean, than to offer a hand to help them up. She viewed the world over her nose, and demanded perfection.

Astrid, the princess of Berk.

A perfect bitch.

She stomped down the hall and threw the door open to her uncle’s study. “I have arrived, oh great Stoick! Here at your beck and call!”

Stoick, the Tsar of Berk, was a stark contrast to his ‘niece’. A huge man, built like a mountain, but had the soul of a lamb. He was a quiet man, but lived to serve the people. His crimson beard, rosy cheeks, and cauliflower nose only made him look kinder. No Tsar was perfect, but if the populace of Berk had been polled, his numbers were stellar.

So how could such a kind and gentle man be related to Astrid? Well, Uncle wasn’t exactly a truth. When he had fostered her from her old kingdom, she had refused to call him ‘father’ like every councilman had asked. Stoick had suggested ‘Uncle’ instead, and she begrudgingly agreed. Even then, her past traumas had put a bleak disposition on the Princess the likes no one had seen before. Regardless, he loved her dearly, as he had no children of his own.

A parentless child, and a heirless King. Naturally, things worked out.

The monarch looked up at his niece; her blonde hair disheveled, tattered clothes, and that blasted axe.

“The party is in three hours. I expect you to be ready by then.”  

“Well, you should lower your expectations.”

Oh how she vexed him. “Astrid, please, you’re turning 21. There’s going to be a lot of people here to see you.”

She huffed, “I don’t want to see them.”

“I know. I know.” Stoick stood from behind his desk and dwarfed the princess. “But tonight is very special. Tonight, you’ll be picking a husband.”

Her axe fell to the ground with a clatter. “Excuse you! I will do no such thing!”

“Yes, you will. I’ve told you this several times!”

“When? I don’t remember!”

“That’s because you never pay attention, child!” He accused. “Everyone in the line to the throne has to be married or engaged by their 21st birthday.”

“I didn’t think that applied to me!”

“I have no heirs, Astrid. Who did you think was going to take on the crown after me?”

She crossed her arms. “I think we should just become a democracy.”

Her uncle laughed and turned his back on her. “Those never work. You give people power and they vote in idiots.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t distract me from what I called you in here for.”

She grunted and dropped in a chair. “I hate this. I hate everything about my life.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

Being the ruler of a country was hard. But being a father was exhausting, Stoick was often at a loss at how to handle Astrid. As she got older, she just seemed to grow farther and farther away.

“You’re right my dear. Maybe I don’t. But I went through some difficulties when I married your aunt. A loveless marriage that ended before it even got started. God bless her soul. That’s not what I wanted for you. Which is why I mentioned it so many times before. I want you to find love. You deserve it.”

The blonde relaxed her rigid stance. “I appreciate the sentiment, Uncle…but no one would ever love me.”

“What about Dagur?”

She snatched her axe up from the ground and pointed the blade at the monarch. “Say his name again, and you’ll wake up bald!” She shrieked.

“I know, bad break up. Forget I said anything.”

Astrid twirled her weapon and rested it against the chair side.

“As for the dress…”

Astrid groaned as she slumped in her chair, her chin resting on her chest.

Stoick stepped over to the chestnut cabinet in the corner of the room. To any other person, it would look out of place and full of junk. But to the royals, the wood panels held magic. He pulled out a leather garment bag, and draped it over the desk. Astrid sat up in interest.

“I was waiting to give you this until you got older and could fit in it.”

The princess unzipped it herself. The dress inside was black with gold trim outlining the off the shoulder neckline. More gold flowers were embroidered into the bodice of the dress. Finally, the skirt melted from black to scarlet. The colors of Berk’s flag.

Astrid stared at the dress.

“It was your mother’s. I gave it to her as a gift when our kingdoms first united.”

“Yes. I’ll wear it.” And she re-zipped the bag.

If there was something he could depend on from his niece, it was her fierce loyalty to her family.

The few hours remaining before the party were quiet. Astrid had retreated to her room, and was no doubt sitting in quiet agony while Ruff did her hair.

She stood rigidly, faking her smiles to all that graced her presence. Her arms were folded gently in front of her, occasionally squeezing tightly, as the men poured into the room. They all glanced at her with knowing looks, all thinking the same thing:

“She’s going to pick me.”

The crown jewels sat on her milky collarbone, as there was no way to avoid that tradition. Along with the tiara and red sash, everything screamed untouchable royal. Despite the quaint smile and flirtatious eyes.

She really did make herself sick sometimes.

“My dear, why aren’t you mingling with the young gentlemen?” Stoick touched her shoulder, noticing not a word had come out of her bright red lips.

“Uncle…” Astrid spoke quietly, trying not to be heard, “because I don’t want to talk to the young gentlemen…if you could call them that…”

“Now Astrid, don’t be rude. I’m sure there’s a nice, handsome, quiet guy that you could take out on special occasions. Go on, be cordial.”

Rich, beautiful, eligible men as far as the eye could see. All she had to do was point, and the man that would inevitably serve her for the rest of her life would be chosen. And yet, as she danced around the room, he was not there. The man of her dreams, the man that didn’t fake smile around her, the man that could see through her act, the man that could love her for who she was; he didn’t exist. Astrid was no fool. She knew of her cruelty, she knew what was being said about her.

And yet, how could she change if there was no one to love her?

“Well, hello my darling,” A smooth voice spoke. Astrid’s foul mood plummeted into the floor. The man speaking was a tall man, beefy in build. His broad chin was dotted with the faint hairs of an attempted beard. His hair, copper, was parted in the middle, and curled around his ears. His deep forest green eyes, the same eyes she used to gaze into for hours, had not changed, but great amusement reflected back.

She didn’t even try to hide her distaste. She growled, “Dagur B. Zerker. For what God forbidden reason are you here? To steal my food?”

He laughed. “No, not quite, you see. Your uncle invited me. He hoped that we would get back together.”

The princess blinked once and then shrieked across the ballroom. ��UNCLE!!!”

Most attendees jumped at the shout and scrambled to move out of the war zone.

The ruler had just gotten away from her, when she stomped back up to him and stuck her finger in his face. “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!”

Stoick rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I was hoping you would reconsider courting him again.”

She shook her head. “I’m surprised at you uncle. I loved him, but he got Mala, one of my ladies in waiting, pregnant, and you think that’s a reason for another chance?”

Dagur snorted behind her. “She had a miscarriage, though.”

Astrid riled up in anger, before turning around and decking him in the mouth. “You ass!”

Startled gasps went up in the crowd as the gentry began whispering and staring.

Stoick grabbed his niece. “Enough! Behave yourself, woman!”

“He started it! I’ll kill him! That son of a bitch!”

Dagur, after he had been punched, made the wise decision to run out the room.

“Now,” Stoick stated, “I need to do damage control. Can you handle socializing for a little while without starting another fight?”

Astrid looked away in shame, but nodded solemnly.

“Good, I’ll be back in a bit.”

The crowd parted like the red sea, and Astrid was left alone. And for once in her spoiled life, she felt like she had nothing. She always had the best, the newest, the most expensive. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more and more. But in this moment, she realized it would never be enough. There was no happiness in material goods or false words.

Then, from across the room, she spotted Gobber, the Toymaker. One of the best in the world. Every year, he took a request from Astrid for her ideal custom present. No other like it was to be made.

This was Astrid’s favorite part of her birthday every year. Not just because the present was quality and made exactly they way she wanted, but because Gobber took pride in his work, and he made sure Astrid knew it. One year, the girl asked for a racing car, one that she could drive inside the palace. Gobber came multiple times in the process of building to have Astrid sit in a chair and pretend she was the one driving. Gobber was the father she never had. She never confessed to anyone, but she was always excited to see the man.

The toymaker came to her and respectfully bowed. “Your highness, happiest of birthdays to you. Long live the Princess.”

“Gobber,” She smiled pleasantly.

“I won’t beat around the bush, my dear, what do you wish me to make? I know you have it all thought out. Just like every year.” He smiled, his lead tooth glimmering in the light.

Truth be told, Astrid had forgotten to think about her present. She’d been so preoccupied with worrying about a groom…she chuckled to herself, and without thinking, blurted her personal joke out loud.

“Make me a husband.”

The toymaker laughed, but then grew silent when he saw the Princess was not joking.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yes, Gobber, I am.”

“…Anything particular you want me to consider? Looks?”

“Just make him perfect.”

She was the Princess, and she always got what she wanted.  This was no exception. Gobber took a shaky breath, “I’ll do my best, my lady…but--…”

“Your best is all I ask,” She affirmed. “I wouldn’t want anything else.”

The toymaker shrugged. “Okay. I guess I have no choice.”

“Take your time on this, I am not in a hurry to get married, but lawfully I must wed by the end of the year.”

“Three days, my lady. As tradition, you will have your gift in three days.”

“Lovely. I will see you in three days then.”

“Yes, Princess Astrid.” The toymaker bowed low and exited the ballroom. The rest of the room could only look in shock and horror at what had just happened.

“I do believe this solves everything.” The Princess smirked.

Out of nowhere, the two twin servants burst into delighted laughter. They approached from both sides. “That was priceless!”

“What a joke!”

“Did you see how everyone reacted?”

“Excellent!”

Astrid glanced between the two. “I’m serious, you know.” She raised an eyebrow.

The laughter waned. “Wait, really? You’re going to marry…a toy?”

“Most likely. But I haven’t any stretch of the imagination what he’s planning on doing. If it turns out much different then I expect, then I will make the toy another servant…or maybe a moving target, if I’m so inclined.”

The siblings shared a worried look. It was a well-known fact that the Princess morbidly stunk at human interaction, but to go as far as to marry a machine? That was an act of desperation. “If you say so.” Ruff shrugged.  

[timetogoslumming]

okay. we got to talking about headcanons tonight, and i got to rambling. so here are some of my newsies hcs.

spot

okay so spot is a vegetarian. know that. you'll pry veggie spot from my cold, dead hands. gay. just straight up gay. but it took him a long time to recognize that. he was raised by a single dad, and his mom is in prison, and he has a much older sister that he's not close to. (i actually have a really detailed backstory for him that im saving for a rainy day.) speaking of rainy days, he loves them. spot is very into that "treat your body like a temple thing". he does yoga. lifeguard. plays a lot of app games? like angry birds, temple run, etc. loves to read. depending on the au, he's either a law student or works in construction with jack. he's got some ptsd from Some Stuff That Happened Once. drives a big ass jeep with loud music, usually either rock or rap, blaring from the speakers. actually a really good rapper, but pretty much no one sees that. likes to read.

sarah

sarah is like 90% gay. she'll occasionally make out with a guy for fun, like with jack, but let's be real. when she decides to settle down, it's going to be with a lady. she and davey are twins. she's a botanist with a big interest in environmental conservation (science twins.) very sarcastic. she's the less compassionate twin.

specs

specs is nearly legally blind, but not quite there. he's a ridiculously slow driver. dad friend. bi. dancer at nyu. also plays baseball and the cello, and he's very athletic- he runs every day. specs is incredibly detail-oriented and responsible. also, he and jack are the oldest, and he's kind of jack's secret right hand man. a lot of people think it's race or crutchie before davey shows up, but no. it's actually specs, he just works in the wings. loves crime shows. he and romeo are really into the paranormal- like ghosts and stuff.

romeo

in my head, romeo is colombian, so i dont see him as any of the actors that played him. he's gay, but also ace, but flirts a lot just because he thinks it's fun. he and specs have been best friends forever (im not getting too into detail about that but keep reading my christmas au). romeo loves candy, and constantly has like, a bag of twizzlers or pixie sticks in his bag or something. he's really good at crafts, especially making friendship bracelets. like specs, loves the paranormal.

kath

kath has chronic migraines. she ids as queer. she wants to be a reporter, but has a very successful blog, as well. (like a long-form blog, not like tumblr) with a few thousand followers. very politically inclined, and she and elmer talk about politics a lot. she and jack dated for a while, and they had a legitimately good time, but things sometimes just dont work out, and thats what happened with them. kath also really loves youtubers and spends more time than she wants to admit watching makeup tutorials. her dad is pulitzer, but he and her mom never married, so her actual last name is plumber (her mom's maiden name) and she was raised by her and her stepdad, who she adores.

mush

okay so he's diabetic. (btw the mush fc i always have in my head is ephraim.) he's SUPER good with kids. like, they think he's an absolute superhero. he's really, really patient and tells really good stories. he's a big ol stoner. he and blink are best friends (sorry, i dont ship it!!) and he's quite a potty mouth. mush and blink are actually REALLY fratty. also, he plays guitar

albert

albo is colorblind. it gives him a variety of vision problems. albo is obsessed with cryptids: his favorite is bigfoot, and he's also very into aliens. favorite movies: space jam and the fast and the furious. albo is also dyslexic and adhd- he and jack bond over it. as a result, school really isnt his thing, and he just sort of wants to be a mechanic, because cars make sense to him and he loves them. then there's his whole backstory- two older brothers, one of whom is a marine, and then a half sister. his dad cheated on his mom and got the girlfriend pregnant, but he loves his sister a whole lot. albert likes to make a lot of jokes about his colorblindness. he is also pan or queer bc what is projecting, anyway? ummmmm................ he gets really frustrated by how he's treated because of his learning disabilities. he loves dogs and cities and loud noises. also, that boy is a mama’s boy

jack

jack has severe dyslexia, to the point where reading is EXTREMELY difficult and frustrating for him, so he just doesnt do it. he's also got adhd. he's an artist, but for his day job, he's a house painter. or sometimes just generally in construction, idk. i generally make him a painter. he does a lot of odd jobs. jack loves cartoons. his favorite show is bob's burgers. he also loves american ninja warrior. likes to think he's fearless but he's actually pretty scared of thunder. jack unironically loves nickelback

race

race is a future rocket scientist, obviously. his dream is to get people on mars. he's got severe adhd. he's constantly fidgeting, and his favorite fidget toys are tennis balls or rubiks cubes. ps he can solves a rubiks cube in under half a minute. loves the kardashians- especially khloe. used to do a lot of shoplifting, but grew out of it. scared of horses. not a huge fan of animals in general, actually. queer or pan. totally tells everyone that his favorite color is green, but it’s be real. it’s gold glitter. used to smoke like a chimney but quit, although it was a struggle. 

davey

gay. hecka gay. he realized that he was gay when he played soccer and realized that he didnt want to be the soccer player, he just WANTED the soccer player. loves animals but snakes especially. also really likes alligators? anxiety, but like, the kind of anxiety where if you try to talk to him, he'll get pissed. let him be alone. started as a business major for practicality but switched to zoology. RIDICULOUSLY sarcastic. very flirty. has had multiple relationships before jack. scared of heights. doesnt love horses, but he'll deal with them. loves lord of the rings more than almost anything. hates getting his hair wet. VERY good at mario kart. he used to speedrun it and at one point, he was 14th in the world. 

crutchie

okay so: crutchie's disability can be a few things, depending on  the universe im using, but i generally do it as either a degenerative disorder or a major injury that was never treated properly so it never healed. hates mornings. so much. terrible loser. will literally fight you if he loses. sarcastic. can be kind of an asshole. wants to be a runner. : ((( crutchie is THE best wingman. like, you’re trying to impress someone? call up the big leagues aka crutchie

elmer

sarcastic motherfucker. news junkie. super skeptical. questions everything. trouble with his eyesight. he's the kind of guy who replays arguments in his head thinking up comebacks he should have used. he'll text you at 3 am like "AND ANOTHER THING"

[shielddrake]

Rebel of Sky City Ch. 1

Minecraft Story Mode Countdown – Day 5

 Disclaimer: Minecraft?  Nah, not mine!

 Chapter: 1/?

 Author’s Notes:  So, I’m joining in on the Countdown to 2 for Minecraft Story Mode.  I didn’t write anything for the first four days (I’m not so good at oneshots) but I absolutely had to do something for Episode 5.  It’s my favorite!  This will be a somewhat longer story (not sure how long), so it will definitely go beyond the countdown.  This is just the first chapter.

 This is based on a Sky City AU by sky-city-princess, so who was so wonderfully kind to let me use this premise, and whose Tumblr can be found at https://sky-city-princess.tumblr.com. Definitely go check it out!

 Chapter One

 Jesse cringed as her stomach rumbled for the second time in half an hour.  Her quill paused as she carefully glanced up at her tutor, wondering if he heard it this time.  Ivor was busy messing with a few potion recipes, but his smirk told her that her stomach could be heard from multiple blocks away.

 “Sounds like a little piggy’s getting hungry.”

 Jesse glared up at him.  “Are you calling me fat?”

 “Not at all.”  Ivor still didn’t look up from his work.  "Finish your test and then we can have lunch."

 "Tests suck," Jesse complained as she started working again.  "It's not like I'm going to get to use these recipes anytime soon. Mother won't let me."

 "Don't remind me," Ivor complained, his long nose crinkling in annoyance as he slapped the potion recipe onto the finished pile.  “I still have to wait another week before The Founder will be available to supervise my brewing."

 She chuckled.  "Don’t know why.  It's not like you're going to blow anything up.  You're too good at potions, Ivor."

 The royal brewer let himself smile at that comment.

 "Please no talking during tests, Young Miss."  This lighter voice belonged to Reginald, the Captain of the Guard of Sky City.  He stood behind Jesse by the door leading out of the classroom.  "You need to focus."

 "Sorry."  

 Jesse sighed, glancing up at the iron blocks on the ceiling before she went back to finish up the recipe for bread.  She then moved on to the next, which was supposed to be mushroom soup.  This test was really more of a review than anything. Jesse had most of these memorized ages ago and she was confident she could craft any of these blindfolded, if she were ever actually given the items to do so.  But according to her mother, the future leader of Sky City was never to forget a recipe.  The people were going to depend on her for both resources and already crafted items, so she needed to know these by heart.

 She finished the mushroom soup recipe and continued on to the last one, which was for a pickaxe.  This one was easy.  Two sticks in the bottom middle and exact middle, and then three pieces of material along the top tow (in this case, she was using stone).  She put the completed recipe in the pile with the rest and put down her quill.

 "Done!" Jesse declared. "Finally."

 Ivor looked at her and then up at the clock on the wall.  "Well, that was faster than last time.  You can probably have a longer lunch this time before the afternoon test.  I'll grade these in the meantime, see if your speed compromised the quality of your recipes.”

 Jesse groaned, not only at the Ivor’s comments, but at the fact that the practical exam would be that afternoon. She was expected to actually craft the items, but that wasn’t so bad.  What was annoying was that she was only allowed to craft under the direct supervision of her mother.

 "Did I hear that right?" Speaking of whom, Jesse turned to see her mother, Isa, more commonly known as The Founder, stepping through the door into the classroom.  "You finished in record time?"

 "That's what I said, Founder," Ivor replied, picking up the pile of recipes.  "Jesse's getting faster and faster all the time."

 Isa smiled at her daughter. "That's good to hear. Perhaps you will have lunch with me before your practical?"

 "Yeah, I'd like that," Jesse answered as she stood from her chair.

 Jesse, Isa, and Reginald left Ivor to his own devices as they headed for the dining room in Sky City's palace. Jesse kept her pace behind her mother while Reginald walked behind both of them, always watching their backs.  If Reginald wasn’t on guard duty for The Founder, he was doing so for Jesse instead.  Very rarely was a different guard assigned to her, much to her irritation. It wasn’t as though Jesse didn’t like Reginald—far from it—but it would be nice to talk to someone else for once.

 As they passed by the windows, Jesse glanced out to look over Sky City proper.  It was a sizable city on an even more sizable piece of floating land. According to her history books, her mother had built outwards to include several of the smaller islands into the city foundation, but that was many years ago, before Isa became too busy with citizens' requests to spend time expanding the city limits.

 With the Eversource providing anything the city could need, most of the buildings were made of iron blocks and stone, with the occasional wood to make up entrances, borders and stairs. It was a sparkling, clean city, and Jesse's eyes were nearly blinded by the reflected luster from the sun.  She couldn’t help but chuckle at the various egg motifs scattered around the city, from banners to the buildings themselves.

 Leave it to Mother to honor Benedict even if she has to stay in the basement, Jesse thought.  Mother can be so silly.

 The citizens almost looked like dots from so high in the palace.  People were busy either talking with each other or working on booths under the supervision of Reginald's men, and there were a lot of booths to be built. The guards were relaxed but vigilant as they watched over their charges.  The laws were strict in Sky City, and they were confident no one would dare cause trouble.

 Jesse couldn't help but smile as she saw the number of booths.  It was time for the Spring Festival, and the celebration would take place in a few days. It was in celebration of the days getting longer and the weather getting warmer.  It was a time of dance and revelry.  It was one of the rare times the citizens of Sky City were allowed to participate in such merriment.  Despite this, Isa still insisted on all building and crafting to be strictly monitored, regardless of what the end result was used for.

 Sky City can sure be short on fun sometimes, Jesse thought sadly.

 Even so, it was really nice to see children run around and play, mostly tag and hide and seek.  A few of children had the rare ball or other toy to play with, which no doubt came from a petition to The Founder from the children’ parents.  Most of them played together though, and Jesse felt a pang of jealousy.

 Must be nice to have friends to play with, she thought morosely.  You don't need to craft anything to have fun then.

 The Grand Garden was in the center of the city, well guarded by six of Reginald's men.  A long line of citizens stood on one side of the fence, waiting for their daily ration of food.  The people were well fed; it wasn't as though anyone went hungry.  However, Isa's imposed limits on crafting and building make it so that most people were only allowed to eat when they were given food. If a person was hungry before their designated ration time, they would just have to deal with it.  

 There were some people who had their own personal gardens, and sometimes they would be willing to share their crops.  This was before someone dropped a block of dirt into the Void some years ago, however, and The Founder was more and more stern about approving those kinds of petitions so resources wouldn’t be wasted in such a way ever again.     And so, waiting in line for food was the more common practice these days.

 Jesse's stomach clenched, her appetite escaping her.

 "Mother, why can't the people craft their own food again?"  she asked her mother, for about the billionth time in her life. "Or grow their own food?  Or raise their own animals?"

 "Jesse, we've been through this many times now," Isa said.  "Building is dangerous, and crafting is dangerous.  It's better for the people to have someone watching over them so they remain unharmed.  It's for the good of the people."

 Jesse let the topic drop. Yes, mother and daughter had their fair share of arguments over the rights to build being restricted.

 The trio arrived in the dining room to see their lunch already waiting for them.  Isa sat at the head of the table and Jesse sat to her right. Reginald took his place to The Founder's left, although he remained standing.

 "What's for lunch today?" Jesse asked as she looked over the table.  "There's a lot here."

 "Beetroot soup, bread, and pumpkin pie," Isa replied, taking some of the soup for herself.

 "Pumpkin pie?  Isn't that supposed to be for dessert after dinner?"

 "I thought I'd give you a little reward for finishing your morning exams.”

 Isa gave her daughter a smile, clearly trying to be encouraging.  Jesse smiled back.  Her mother might be strict, but she did have her own little ways of showing her love. Nevertheless, the thought that Jesse could so easily receive a special treat just reminded her how the citizens had to wait for their food.

 Regardless, Jesse was hungry and she did have the practical exam that afternoon, so she dug into the beetroot soup and bread with ferocity.  Reginald smiled as he watched the two women eat, happy to see the two of them enjoy a meal together.  It was always nice to see the two of them spend time with each other, something that was becoming more and more rare as Jesse was growing older and Isa was more occupied.

 The peace, sadly, was short-lived. After finishing her soup and receiving a plate of pumpkin pie, Jesse simply stared at the food.  Reginald could see her biting the inside of her cheek, and he sighed to himself.  Over the years, Reginald had plenty of time to learn Jesse's quirks and behaviors, and he knew this was a sure sign that she wanted to say something Isa wouldn't like.

 "Do you have a lot of things to craft for the festival, Mother?"

 "Many things, but they are all manageable," Isa replied.  "Why do you ask?"

 "I was just wondering..." Now Jesse was biting her bottom lip. "Well, if you weren't too busy, maybe we could go enjoy the festival together?  Just for a little while?"

 Isa sighed loud enough that the guards on the other side of the palace probably heard her.

 "Jesse, we've been over this," she answered.  "It's dangerous out there.  You could be hurt by someone who doesn't agree with the necessity of our laws."

 "I know, I know.  There are plenty of people who want to be able to craft whatever they want without your permission, and will do everything they can to make that happen."  Jesse had heard this explanation so many times she could recite it herself. "Even do something like hurt me. But not everyone's like that, right? Most people are nice."

 "I'm not willing to take that chance," Isa disputed.  "You're safer in the palace."

 "What if Reginald went with us?"  Jesse offered, waving her hand at the Captain.  "He could protect us from anyone dangerous."

 Reginald barely kept his face from flushing.  "I'm honored by your confidence in me, Young Miss."

 "That would simply inform them that you are my daughter, and that would cause more problems," The Founder debated back.  "I'm not about to let that happen."

 "Well, you have to tell the people about me eventually!  Now’s as good a time as any.”

 “Jesse—”

 “I've lived in the palace all my life, Mother!" Jesse argued, her pie forgotten.  "You're always telling me that I'll need to serve the people when you step down.  How can I do that if the people don't even know who I am?  And I don't know them?"

 "You will learn soon enough," Isa said, her tone serious and final.  She wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood, Jesse following suit. "My decision is final, Jesse. Put it out of your mind.”

 The Founder was on her way out of the dining room when Jesse spoke up again.

 "What if I don’t want to?"

 Isa paused but remained silent, and a moment later she left the room without giving her child an answer. Jesse sat down again and put a hand to her forehead.  Reginald tried to give her an encouraging smile, but Jesse wasn't even looking at him.

 "Young Miss, you don't need to worry so much," he said finally after minutes of stillness between them.  "Your mother is simply thinking about what's best for me."

 "What she thinks is best for me might not be what I need.  Did anyone ever think of that?" Jesse let out a long groan of annoyance. "Mother never lets me do anything. Nothing helpful anyway.  I learn how to build, how to craft and all this stuff, but I can’t even go talk to the someone on the street?”

 Reginald put a hand on her shoulder. “She’s just trying to keep you safe.”

 "I guess so."  She started poking at her pumpkin pie, which by this point had lost all its heat and had become a crumbly mess.  "But what does that have to do with me not meeting the people?  Does anyone even know I exist?  That The Founder has a daughter?"

 The Captain of the Guard sighed. "I know it's frustrating, but--"

 "And what about when Mother has an audience with someone?" Jesse interrupted.  "People come into the palace all the time to petition for resources, but I'm never allowed to be there.  I'm always stuck in my room!  As if anyone would try anything in the palace when they’re surrounded by guards."

 Reginald didn't have a response to that.  Truly, it would be helpful both to the people and to Jesse herself if she could be involved in the petitioning process, at the very least.  It was one of the most common thing Isa did these days, and it would give Jesse experience she would no doubt need when she became leader.

 "I'm not even allowed to visit Benedict anymore!" she ranted on, throwing her arms in the air.  "She's stuck down there in that basement all by herself!  She's probably just as lonely as I am!"

 "Yes, being the Eversource might be just as tedious as being the Founder's daughter," Ivor's voice called out as he entered the room.  "Sometimes I think you should team up with that chicken and run away.”

 "Ivor, please don't start that again," Reginald begged.  "It's hard enough to convince Jesse not to do anything rash--"

 "I'm not being rash!" the young woman debated.  The two men stared at her following her outburst, and Jesse immediately deflated. She crossed her arms on the table and hid her face in them.  “It’s just…I'm tired of being by myself all the time.  Mother never lets me hang out with anyone other than you two.  I don’t have anyone to talk to or anything. I...I’m really tired of being so alone.”

 Reginald lowered his gaze for a moment before giving her a pleading expression.  "Your mother loves you and she doesn't want anything to happen to you. None of us do.  You know that, right?"

 "I know,” she said, her tone much more quiet and respectful this time as she lifted her gaze to him.  “Sorry for biting your heads off.”

 Ivor let out a groan. "You two can be sentimental later. It's almost time for your practical exam, Princess."

 "Don't call me that, Ivor!"

 That put a smile back on Jesse's face, and Reginald was happy to see it.

[nightbts]

wakeup call | kth

pairing: kim taehyung + bff! reader

genre: fluff + friends-to-lovers au

word count: 2.1k

request: hi <3 idk if i've already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they're at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae "kiss me, I'll explain later" :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!

Reader's POV

"Did I seriously have to come?" Taehyung groaned for the nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.

Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, "Who else would besides my amazingly awesome best friend?"

Rolling his eyes at your attempt at flattering him, he retorted, "If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would've agreed to be your friend."

Scoffing you teased, giving him a pointed look, "Well sir, you're about 12 years late for that."

Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, "Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late."

"Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week."

Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing, "Was my baby working too hard now..."

"Yah, Kim Taehyung."

Holding his hands in the air, lifting the countless bags with him, he surrendered, "Sorry sorry..." although the slight grin on his face said otherwise.

As you two walked through the busy crowds, all buying their last-minute Christmas presents like you were, you remembered something that you meant to tell Taehyung earlier.

"Taehyung, do you remember about the Christmas dinner I told you about? At my parents' place?" you asked, as Taehyung thought for a bit before nodding at you.

"So you know since your family is out of town for work...Do you wanna come with me? For Christmas dinner?" you asked looking at him with expectant eyes.

He turned to look at you, he said slowly, "You want me over? For Christmas?"

Chuckling, you gently bumped your shoulders with him, "Well you spend Christmas with people you love so why not?"

Taehyung looked down, his cheeks dusted faint red as a small smile appeared on his face making your heart flutter against your chest at the boy who turned from being confident to a shy mess.

"So, yes?" you asked again, as Taehyung nodded quickly, grinning at you," I'd love that Y/N."

"Ok good! Well then that's settled but I still need to go to Bath & Body Works to get a couple stuff for my sisters and then we need to hit up-"

"Wait—Can we get ice-cream?" Taehyung suddenly asked as his eyes were on the Baskin Robbins store we were nearing.

Your eyes narrowed at Taehyung, as you pouted," Yah, Where you even listening to me?"

Giving me a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling into small moon-shaped crescents, he said, "Sorry, I'm just really craving some ice-cream right now and I couldn’t help but notice Baskin Robbins like right here."

Wanting something sweet and cold yourself, you sighed and nodded in agreement as you both walked over to the store, standing in line behind the various people already there.

"What are you going to get?" you asked mindlessly, as you looked over the numerous flavors on the menu board. His eyes darted across the board as he let out a silent hum, his head tilting as he thought for a bit.

"I don't know..." he trailed off, as you rolled your eyes at his decisiveness.

Just as your eyes wandered off, you looked around appreciating the various Christmas decorations that downed the mall, really lifting up the Christmas mood that you very much enjoyed. After all, it was your favorite holiday, it also magically being the day you met your best friend Kim Taehyung. 

But as you continued to look around, you found yourself looking at a familiar figure who seemed to be walking towards your direction, when your heart went still in your chest. 

You've got to be kidding me, you thought as you stared at the man holding another girl's hand, smiling at her like she was the world to him, making you sick to the stomach.

Your ex-boyfriend

You started to sweat as you looked away, flustered. What were you going to do? What if he comes and talks to you? What is he introduces his girlfriend to you? You were in a great state of confusion when an idea crossed your mind—and not a necessarily good one.

"Taehyung-ah!"

"...Actually, I think I'll have vanilla..."

"Taehyung-ah!" you said again, this time a little louder, as you saw your ex and his new girlfriend nearing the two of you.

Giving you a quizzical look, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What? And why do you look so constipated? Do you need to use the bathroo—"

"You're my best friend right?"

"Uh..the last time I checked I think I am."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you pressed, "And you'd do anything for me right? Right?"

Narrowing his eyes at you, he questioned, "Y/N, are you okay?"

"God damn it Tae, just answer my question!" you squeaked, as you saw your ex just merely a couple feet away.

"Ok Ok! I mean, yea I'd do anything for you, of course, it depends on the severity of the request, like jumping off a cliff...now—"

"I need you to kiss me."

"—I'm not so—wait what?!" Taehyung exclaimed.

Grabbing his large, but soft hands, you threaded your fingers together as you looked up at him, with begging eyes.

"J-just kiss me, I'll explain later!" you pleaded, tugging at his hands.

Taehyung opened his mouth, about to retort, when he closed it again. He looked at you one more time, confusion etched on his face until he said, "Y/N...I don't understand. Why do you want me to kiss you? In the middle of the line for ice-cream?!"

"Look, I don't have time to explain right now okay? Just trust me when I say you have to or else things are going get really bad and I-

"But—"

"Kim Taehyung, I swear to god—!"

"You're crazy..." you heard him mutter when your words are cut off suddenly by a pair of plush lips. Your eyes widen as the force causes you to almost fall backward when Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His lips moved slowly against yours, the soft and warm sensation making your heart beat a thousand miles an hour, your lips hungry for more of his addictive kiss-

Wait, this was your best friend.

Pulling away hastily, you let out a shaky breath as you gazed at Taehyung, flustered as he was staring at you intently, his own face flushed and breathing rugged, mirroring yours.

You could see the stares and whispers of the people around, some looking at you with disapproval while others with a small smile on their faces. But even then, you couldn't help but focus on Taehyung, and how his lips had felt so perfect on your own, so warm and so-

"Y/N—" Taehyung started softly, his hand reaching out to yours when another voice spoke up, the familiarity sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hey, look who we have here!"

Both you and Taehyung looked up to see a tall boy with ruffled ash-brown hair, his eyes glinting as he smiled widely at the both of you.

You saw Taehyung tense beside you, a dark cloud in his eyes as he said flatly, "Jaemin."

Turning his head towards Taehyung, he gave him a nod of acknowledgment," Taehyung, it's been a while, hasn't it...What a surprise to see both of you here."

"Yea. What a surprise." Taehyung glared, as his hand gently grabbed yours and pulled you closed to his side.

Jaemin raised his eyebrows at that, looking up at you, his lips tilting into a smirk of arrogance.

"Well, since you haven't formally met, this is my girlfriend Maia," he said, as he motioned to the slim, model-like figure next to him who gave you a venomous smile.

The girl he had cheated on you with.

She gave you a quick once-over, her eyebrows raising up as they finally met your eyes. She said haughtily, "It's nice meeting you Y/N, I've heard a lot about you although I gotta say I'm a bit disappointed." snickering as Jaemin laughed beside her.

Your heart fell in your chest, tears pricking the corner of your eyes at that when you felt Taehyung's grip on your hands tighten.

"Funny, I was just about to say the same about your new replacement." Taehyung countered as Maia’s smile immediately disappeared into a frown, as she grabbed Jaemin's arm in defense.

Jaemin scoffed as he looked at you, "I honestly am a little hurt Y/N, you got over me quite quickly haven't you." he frowned, feigning hurt as he clutched his chest mockingly.

Your fists clenched at your sides as you began to retort back when Taehyung interrupted, seething,"Of course it wouldn't take her that long to get over someone like you, Jaemin."

Letting out a loud obnoxious laugh, he smirked, "I bet since she's used you as her little toy to do so huh? Been fucking you around to just get over me?"

That was the last straw.

You shoved Taehyung to the side and grabbed Jaemin forcefully, by the collar of his shirt. His eyes shot open, as the surprise was evident on his face, Maia letting out a gasp beside him as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"You asshole. You have no goddamn right to talk to him like that, especially after all the shit you did." you raged. Bunching up his shirt in your hands, you added," I swear, if you ever talk to me or Taehyung again, I can promise you the next time our meeting won't be this friendly."

As a small crowd of people had somehow appeared, you shoved Jaemin off as he stumbled backward a couple feet, shock etched all over his face. You spun on your heel and then grabbed Taehyung by the hand and pulled him away from Jaemin, his girlfriend and the nosy passerbys.

You were walking for a while, until Taehyung tugged at your sleeve to stop, grabbing your shoulder to turn you around.

"Hey hey...let's calm down now, okay?" he whispered softly, rubbing small circles into your shoulders as he leaned down to your level, his eyes gazing at you in concern. You nodded slowly before letting out a small sigh, your eyes fluttering close at his touch.

"This is all my fault. I'm so sorry," you mumbled as Taehyung sighed softly. 

"If I hadn't told you to kiss me, Jaemin wouldn't have assumed those things about us and insulted you like th-"

"Y/N...It's okay." he trailed off, giving you a small smile before he pulled you into his warm embrace. He rubbed your back reassuringly, your head automatically snuggling into his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart against your ears, calming you instantly.

"You know how you asked me if I'd do anything for you?" he whispered into your ear.

You nodded as Taehyung continued," Then don't apologize cause I would do anything for you, no matter how crazy, how wild, how insanely stupid it is." he finished softly as you pulled away, looking up at him when you captured the look of absolute adoration on his face making your heart clench in your chest, wanting to take a picture of the way he looked at you and locking it away forever in the depths of your heart.

Taehyung was starting to make you feel things you've never felt before, and somehow you were okay with it. More okay than you thought you would ever be.

Your hands with a mind of their own found themselves cupping Taehyung's face, your fingers grazing his cheeks softly and before you could stop yourself from acting before thinking things through, you leaned up and kissed him.

His chocolate brown hues widened in surprise as you pressed closer against him, your lips against his in a sweet kiss. But, immediately the realization hit that he wasn't kissing you back, as you hesitantly pulled away, your face flush with embarrassment.

"I-I...I'm so sorry!" You squeaked," I didn't mean to do that wait— not that you're a bad kisser and I regret it, it's just that I—"

You saw Taehyung let out a small chuckle when suddenly his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"T-Taehyu—"

He dipped his head down as his mouth met yours gently. You felt his lips slowly curl up into the soft kiss until you were smiling back, trying to resist the giggles erupting from the back of your throat because, god, this was your best friend, your best friend who had turned into so much more.

He pulled away, his forehead casually leaning against yours, his fingers grazing your cheeks tenderly as he whispered against your lips," You talk too much sometimes."

"I guess I do, don't I."

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"You know..." Taehyung trailed off teasingly, as his fingers slowly intertwined your fingers with his own, as a faint blush dusted your cheeks.

"What..." you said back, as you looked back at him with your eyebrows raised.

"You're not a bad kisser either," he added causing you to gasp, as you hit his shoulder, eliciting loud laughs from him.

You couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at your lips at you looked at your bright best friend beside you, someone just became so much more and you didn't mind one bit.

[custompotato]

(My first one! Ahhh! Im So excited!) Thank you, @lovelylangst, for tagging me!

Rules: Write 92 truths about yourself then tag 25 people (I dont have 25 people But imma try anyway!!!)

Long ass post.

LAST… [1] drink: Coffee [2] phone call:My mom [3] text message: Sent? My mom. Received?  One of my WoW friends (whom i love) [4] song you listened to: She Keeps Me Up, by Nickleback. [5] time you cried: Last night.

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: I dont think so.  [7] been cheated on: Probably tbh [8] kissed someone and regretted it: Nope. [9] lost someone special: Do... Do pets count?  [10] been depressed: Yes, but I’m getting a lot of help from the fambam  [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope!! Dont drink too much, and I cant remember the last time I threw up involuntarily.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS: [12] Dark Blue [13] Orange  [14] Red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: Yup! And I’m so, so happy! I love them! [16] fallen out of love: I can’t say I’ve ever romantically *loved* someone, just kinda liked them, and that’s still going strong so. [17] laughed until you cried: ...We do not mention that night. [18] found out someone was talking about you: In what way? Like. meanly? Nicely? I dont think anyone would tbh I kinda suck [19] met someone who changed you: Read: The Fambam.  [20] found out who your true friends are: Uhhhh. Nothing like... Super cataclysmic clued me in?  [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: ... I dont think so? My memory of time is pretty shit tbh.

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All but like. 4. [23] do you have any pets: 54: 3 dogs, 8 cats, 3 goats(babies incoming), 12 ducks, 24 chickens, 2 pigs, 1 snake, 1 goose [24] do you want to change your name: Not to anything specific?? I just like using alias [25] what did you do for your last birthday: Do people celebrate those? ;;;; haha... ha. Im a lonely, old gremlin. [26] what time did you wake up: 6:53 [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping. [28] name something you cannot wait for: S3 of Voltron, more wonderful angst of any of my favorite characters, happiness without worry, being 18 so i can do shit, retirement, bedtime. [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: 3 seconds ago when I looked over to make sure she didnt know I was on Tumblr. [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My insecurites and general disgust and hatred for life. [31] what are you listening to right now: One of the freaking chickens laying eggs outside. And the pig playing with her food toy.  [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: ... Prob, tbh, but I dont know their names. Only their groceries. [33] something that is getting on your nerves: My family [34] most visited website: Tumblr/Ao3 [35] elementary: Coal Creek [36] high school: (i dont understand the context.) What year im in? last. One i go to? Connections Academy. Favorite year? Junior [37] college: I do intend on going? To Aims [38] hair color: Natural? Brown. Current? Brown with the underside a dark red(really pretty red) [39] long or short hair: Long <3  [40] do you have a crush on someone: No comment... *sweatdrops* [41] what do you like about yourself: Uh... Um... I am the reincarnation of Happy Bunny, as said by my coworker. [42] piercings: A helix. I want my tongue done though [43]blood type: Hell if i know. Red. Prob... kinda salty-sweet, for you vamps out there. I dont taste good but youre welcome to try.  [44] nickname: Carrie/Path [45] relationship status: Single. [46] zodiac sign: Virgo.  [47] pronouns:She/her [48] fav tv show: Too many to list, but current is Voltron [49] tattoos: I wanna get one. Several, really. [50] right or left hand: Right

FIRST… [51] surgery: Idk, maybe? Prob not though.  [52] piercing: Ears [53] best friend: Irl? Ruby/Bo. Online? the Fambam in its entirety. [54] sport: To do? Ick. To watch? Basketball, i guess Favorites to watch/read about: tennis, basketball [55] vacation: Vegas, 7th Grade [56] pair of trainers: Those are shoes right?

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: Nothing! [58] drinking: Nothing! [59] i’m about to: Finish this up, read some langst, and go to work! [60] listening to: Nothing, rn  [61] waiting for: Happiness. And my later doom. Screw work. [62] want: Happiness. And a nap.  [63] get married: Only for tax benefits [64] career: Divorce Lawyer! (dreams of little girls, right?)

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: both. Fight me.  [66] lips or eyes: Eyes, because they dont mock me verbally. Also i can actually draw them so. [67] shorter or taller: I like tall people. I wish I were short.  [68] older or younger: Should I care??? As long as I’m not breaking laws, well. [70] nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach. And arms. Crush me against your nice stomach with your nice arms. [71] sensitive or loud: I am loud to cover up my sensitivity [72] hook up or relationship: ... depends tbh. If i were more confident in my body i would totally lean to hook up though. But also, cuddles are nice? I want cuddles. [73] troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. I am the most timid potato.

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? Nope! [75] drank hard liquor? Yup! [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? Dont remind me. [77] turned someone down: Yup! [78] sex on first date? Haha. Me? Sex? (im not confident enough for sex. also. No dates) [79] broken someone’s heart? ....If i think really hard and ignore the part of me saying noone could love me like that, I actually... Have? Several times? FML IM SORRY SIT!  [80] had your own heart broken? You cant break what I have already crushed! Haha! [81] been arrested? Almost, but not really.  [82] cried when someone died? Do pets/videogame characters count?? [83] fallen for a friend? ... No comment. (looks away shiftily)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? I thought we established the extreme no-ness of this? [85] miracles? Why should I? They’ll never benefit me. [86] love at first sight? Lust, yes. Love? Doesnt exist. [87] Santa Claus? No. [88] kiss on the first date? Who is the date with?  [89] angels? Nope!

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: Ruby/Bo/Ro/Entirety of Fambam [91] eye color: Brown [92] favorite movie: uhh... Kung Fu Panda 2 I guess.

Tagged peoples:

@moriatake @hubbletuff @redmullets @strifingkind @ghost-toaster @vivelavoltron @rubatosisopossum @kaxpha (you dont know me but I love you) @appsa @baked-mashed-potato @daddyshiro @aquabutterfly @demiquaver @lance-lance-revolution hnnnn how many more to go idont want to just tag random people ahh plz dont hate me, @bext-k because. youre like a queen. we need to know things. @lolygothica bc youre pretty much the reason i have tumblr thank you for all your fake fb posts and texts ilysm, @moroseconcept @prince-lance-of-altea cant wait for the Secret Circle au, ily for that, @sniperlance bc im running out of people and ily too even if we never talked before, @the-blue-artemis at this point half the people here i know from their langst. pretty sure im doing this wrong is it supposed to be just mutuals?!?! okay im done its not 25 people but i cant.. figure out... who else. (Please dont hate me T-T)

[harliebooks]

Happy Release Week to The Hook-Up Experiment by Emma Hart! @EmmaHartAuthor

        1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis. 2.Remember to hate him. 3.Prove my brother wrong. It should be easy. It isn’t.   As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required. My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it’s possible. And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me. It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Not to mention packing in the pants department...   Three hook-ups. One outcome. Right?      

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“Is she okay with that juice?” Peyton watched her go. I selected the Blu-ray from the cupboard and shot a smirk her way. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re getting a juice box.” “I can live with that.” I turned away and hit the eject button on the player. “You didn’t have to say yes to her, you know.” “Of course, I had to. Have you seen those eyes? How do you say no to her, ever?” “I think of all the times she screams and swings her arms like a tiny terrorist, and it’s pretty easy.” I put the disk in and turned around. Peyton had one eyebrow raised. “See, now, I’d think that’s reason to say no.” “It depends on the day. Sometimes it results in her being put to bed to calm down, which means she ends up taking a rare afternoon nap, and I get some peace and quiet.” “That’s a thing around her? She was talking to me for thirty minutes flat about what I did and didn’t like.” “Only thirty minutes? Lucky you. She has about three hours of material of that.” I took a seat on the sofa, making sure to leave space between us for Bri. “Did she get started on hedgehogs yet?” Peyton looked a little confused. “Hedgehogs?” “YouTube is the devil.” “That…was quite the jump in subject.” I laughed as the main menu music hit on the TV. “I’m going to preface this by saying kids are weird.” “Some get that from their parents.” I blinked at her for a second. She wasn’t wrong if half these people who had a mini-career opening fucking toys on YouTube were parents. “There are a bunch of stupid videos on YouTube, and apparently, watching people open toys is thrilling.” Now, she looked really confused. “And on one of those she watched, the person had a pet hedgehog who wasn’t having the nonsense of her opening a Hatchimal on camera, so it stole the egg.” She blinked several times in quick succession. “I have no idea what you just said, and if I’m honest… Please don’t explain it.” I laughed and hit play on the TV. “Here’s your dooce-box,” Briony said, handing Peyton two. “And das mine. I can’t do the straws.” “Oh. Right. Okay.” Peyton looked at the two juices that had been thrust at her. Smiling, I took one from her. I pulled the straw off the back, out of the tiny plastic slip, and poked it through the foiled hole in the top. “There you go,” I said to Briony. “What do you want for dinner?” She put the straw in her mouth and pursed her lips as she sucked the juice up. Peyton watched her, lips twitching, as she put her straw in place. “Pizza!” Briony announced. Oh no. I’d eaten too much pizza lately. Was there such a thing as too much pizza? Maybe if the toppings were changed up… “Peydon, do you want pizza?” Bri asked, leaning right into her. “I like pizza,” she replied, smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s your favorite?” “I like spots and cheese.” “Spots?” I coughed on my water. “Pepperoni,” I explained. “They look like spots on the pizza.” Peyton’s eyes met mine for a minute. Silent laughter shone back at me. That really was toddler logic at its finest. “You know,” she said, looking down at Peyton. “Spots are my favorite, too!” Once again, Briony gasped. “Reawy?” “Really, really. I love spots.” Oh, Jesus. It might have been a mistake introducing these two. Not only was my daughter becoming increasingly obsessed with someone who seemed to be a brunette, adult version of her… No, that was the problem. Peyton was the brunette, adult version of Briony, attitude and all—and if there was anything my daughter didn’t need, it was someone who could teach her a thing or ten about sarcasm. “I’ll order pizza,” I said, going to stand. “Oh, you got it last time. I’ll go call them.” Peyton put her juice on the side table and tried to move, but Briony stopped her. “No. Mimi told me that only gentlemen buy dinner. Princesses sit and look priddy.” Peyton looked down at her. “Sit and look pretty? I like to buy my own pizza sometimes, and that’s okay.” Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”    

  By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life. SIGN UP FOR ALL NEW RELEASE INFO! FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE   Read the full article

[maealbert]

The Criminal Dead (Part 1)

AU Characters: Team x OC (Rose Scott)

A/N: I really like The Walking Dead and Criminal Minds so I have decided to write a fic where the team is caught in the zombie apocalypse. The dead arises, the government falls, and everyone has to survive.

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The sun sat in the sky, high above Quantico. The team rested at their desks. JJ sat her desk munching on a bag of Cheetos while Spencer read a physics textbook. Luke scrolled through an online catalog of dog toys. He tried to decide which size rope would be the best for Roxy when they played tug of war. Tara had propped her phone up on her desk against her computer as she watched her favorite movie on Netflix. Emily laid on the couch in her office. The drapes pulled down and the blinds drawn on the windows engulfing her office in darkness. A blanket covering her body and her face to hopefully help her get some comfort as she tried to fall asleep. Rossi sat his desk going over the case they just closed. He glanced up at the clock. 7pm. The team had landed back at Dules International just two hours prior. Emily ordered the team to rest up some before they began their drive home.

Her feet pound as she rushes through the hallway. Her heart pounding in her chest as beads of sweat run down her forehead. Her hands began to shake from anxiety. Pushing open the doors to the bullpen she rushes over to JJ's desk and grabs the tv remote.

"Everything okay?" JJ asked. She turns on the tv and turns up the volume.

"Just watch and listen." She says keeping her eyes trained on the tv screen hanging above the bullpen.

"Reporting from Chopper 6. We're flying over the capital. After reports started washing into MPD and the Pentagon of strange happenings around the city, the government has issued a state of emergency. Arm yourselves and protect your families. What we feared wouldn't happen has happened."

Video from the chopper showed slow walking people. Clothes ripped. Jaws falling apart. Blood covering their bodies. Rose shuts the tv off and turns to face the team members at their desks.

"Wake up Emily and get Rossi out here." She says. "JJ you need to call Will and get your boys here. Rossi needs to finds his daughter and grandson and get them somewhere safe. Spencer has to get his mother somewhere safe as well."

"So this is real?" Luke said. "The dead are coming back?"

"Don't focus too much on what is beginning to happen." Rose says. "Go home, get and Roxy and pack everything you'll need and come straight back here. That is what we all need to do."

"Will is home with the boys. He's packing everything up in the truck and bringing them here." JJ said as she set her phone down on her desk.

"Good." Rose said. "We all need to go home, pack what we need, and come back here. We're going to get flooded with other agents, the government, and people seeking shelter." She grabs her things from her desk. "We meet back here in the bullpen when we have what we need."

"I'll stay here and wait for the boys." JJ said as the team hurried out of the bullpen and down to their cars.

But that was three years ago. The BAU was the only safe place for at least forty miles. People moved on in hopes of finding other survivors and more safe places to live. The team had been the only people left at the BAU. Rossi and his daughter and grandson. Emily and her mother. JJ and Will with their boys. Luke and Roxy. Tara was alone. Her brother and her father had moved to another state a year ago. Penelope was alone. She had no biological family. She only had the team to rely on. Spencer brought his mom to the BAU with all the medication that he had stored at the apartment. Stephen had left for good with his family to find his siblings in other parts of the state. Rose.. Rose didn't have anyone just like Penelope. She was the only child so no siblings to find or keep safe. Her parents died when she was only six years old. Her Grandmother Olive died a few years ago after suffering from a severe stroke. Just like Penelope, she only had the team to look after and protect. They were the only ones she had to protect herself.

The team and their family were the only ones left at the BAU. They used Spencer's knowledge and Luke's skill to build an electric fence around the perimeter of the land. Only one incident occured when the electric was off due to repairs and a walker had found its way in. Luckily none of the young children had been near to be attacked. The fence was quickly repaired while Emily and Rose kept an eye out for any walkers. "Do you even know it got in?" Emily asked Rose as she kept looking from side to side.

"Luke said that it must have knocked over the fence." Rose responded. Rose lifted the gun quickly to her shoulder as she aimed the gun at a walker. "They need to hurry.. Sound echoes will attract more walkers."

"Slip this on your gun." Emily said handing a silencer to Rose. "I found it in the armory. I thought we cleaned it all out but I guess we didn't get everything."

"Oh perfect." Rose said slipping the silencer on her gun. Wrapping her finger around the trigger, she pulls off the safety and pulls the trigger. The bullet hits the walker dead in the forehead knocking it to the ground.

"Nice shot." Emily complimented Rose.

"All good!" Luke called up to the two ladies.

"Let's head in." Emily said as she clicked the safety back on. Walking back down to the sixth floor, they met up with the rest of the group.

"Did they get it repaired?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah, we're all good." Emily replied as she reached for Rose's gun. "I'm going to take these back down to the armory.” Emily left the bullpen heading towards the stairs when she heard something banging downstairs. Reaching for her walkie talkie she pages Rose back up in the bullpen. “Rose? Rose, can you hear me?”

Rose sits up on the couch in what was Emily’s office. “I’m here.”

“Meet me at the stairs. I may need backup.”

“On my way.” Rose says as she jumps off the couch. Grabbing her handgun she runs for the stairs to find Emily leaning over the banisters looking down. “What’s going on?”

“I heard something down there.” Emily said looking up at Rose.

“Maybe it’s Spencer and Luke.”

“No,” Emily said shaking her head. “I passed them in the hallway.”

“Maybe an animal got in while they were repairing the fence.” Emily cocked her head at Rose. “What? Maybe JJ missed it on the other side of the building. On the bright side, depending on what it is, we can cook it for dinner.”

“Just be ready for anything.” Emily said as she kept her gun pointed down the spriraling staircase as she descended down towards the noise. Rose followed closely behind. To her it felt like any normal field operation as they searched a house or something. This, however, was different. It wasn’t a case. There wouldn’t be an unsub they need to chase. And they sure as hell don’t get paid for this anymore. As they started to reach the bottom of the staircase it started to become clear as to what was creating the noise. There in the darkened corner underneath the stairs was a walker.

“Didn’t I say JJ must have missed something?” Rose whispered.

“But the doors were sealed shut while the guys repaired the fence.” Emily said before she pulled the trigger.

“Spencer or Luke could have forgotten to latch one of the doors shut when they came in.” Rose said as she peered around the corner of the doorway. “Hallway is clear.” She stepped out into the hallway. The only exit from the first floor was the fire exit at the end of the hallway. It was their main entrance and exit to the building. Just as Rose had suggested to Emily, the door in fact had been forgotten to be shut when they guys came in.

“I wonder how many actually got in?” Emily said as she did a quick scope outside before latching the door shut.

“Let’s clear this floor before we head to the amory.” Rose said as she headed down the hallway to the first office. “This room is clear.”

“Clear!” Emily called from across the hall. The two women cleared the whole floor before taking another staircase to the basement. Unlocking the armory doors they stepped inside and put the two guns away.

“Emily..” Rossi’s voice came over the walkie talkie.

“Yeah what’s up?” Emily replied.

“There’s a situation out by the gates.”

“Rose and I will head on out.” Emily said as she picked the guns back up. She tossed one to Rose and they headed for the exit. Pushing open the doors they walk around to the north side of the building. Standing on the other side of the gates were a group of people. They looked as if they just fought their way through a hoarde of walkers. Approaching the gates Emily kept her gun raised.

A man, a leader the two women assumed, put away his gun and raised his hands in the air. “We want no trouble.” He says. “We just need a place to stay for a night. We’ve been traveling by our only two cars for the last ten miles and sleeping where we find a place that is suitable.”

“Names.” Emily said pointing her gun at the man.

“My name is Rick.” He spoke. “This is my son Carl,” He said pointing to a tall teenager standing beside him. “and the baby he’s carrying is his sister, Judith.”

“And the others?” Rose asked nodding her head to the group of people standing behind the two men. The rest of the group introduced themselves.

“Just for the night?” Emily asked lowering her gun.

“Yes.” Rick said nodding his head. “We had to leave our last safe place because it was becoming a nightmare.”

“Where was that at?”

“Alexandria.”

“I’ve heard about that place.” Rose said looking at Emily. “It used to be a thriving community until it was overtaken by walkers.”

“Yes, exactly.” Rick said. “Our group is the only remaining survivors from there. After it was taken under Negan’s ruling, I decided it was time for us to run. Get away from Negan and his terror.”

“So you come here?”

“We were making our way to the capital to see what was left.” One of the women spoke up. “But we saw this place. We figured it wouldn’t be trouble to check it out.”

“How many people do you have?” Rick asked.

“What was left of our team and our families. A dozen or so.” Emily explained. “It used to be full of people. Other agents and government officials and people seeking out shelter.”

“What happened to them?” Rick asked.

“They all decided to leave to find their families or safer places. So it’s only our group.”

“What is this place? The sign was broken when we got here.”

“It used to be the BAU Academy.” Rose said.

“FBI.” Carl said looking at Rick.

“They might have weapons they can lend us.” The same woman spoke again.

“We are not here to take.” Rick said.

“But it could help. Especially if Negan finds us.”

“I said no!” Rick shouted.

“You can stay here for the night.” Emily said as she walked towards the lock on the gate. “We’re on the sixth floor but we still have a few rooms left for your group to share. I was going to suggest going to the FBI headquarters in DC but it would be useless. A few of us went to scope out the place for anything we could use or live off of and there was hardly anything left. A few guns in the armory and enough bullets to last us a few months if necessary.” She unlocked the gates. “One of our agents is getting ready to make dinner downstairs in the cafeteria. Hope you like fish.”

“We’ll eat anything.” Rick said. “Thank you...” He said holding out his hand.

“Emily..” Emily said shaking his hand. “And this is Rose. We’ll introduce you to the others once we get up the floor.”

Rose stepped aside as Emily pushed open the gate. Once everyone was inside she closed it again and tightly locked it. Rose and Emily led them to the back entrance. “You have this whole place to yourselves?” Carl asked.

“It has its perks.” Rose said giving him a small smile.

“This way.” Emily said pointing to the staircase. “Follow the stairs to the sixth floor and head to the bullpen.”

“Are all the floors blocked off?” Rick asked.

“We locked them with keys that had been left behind. Only myself has the keys to every door in this place. They’re all locked up tight.” Emily explained. Reaching the sixth floor they went into the bullpen where they were greeted with curious looks on the others faces.

“You let them in?” Spencer questioned as he walked over.

“They’re just staying for the night.” Emily said. “They’ll be gone by morning.”

“Any weapons on ya?” Rossi asked.

“Negan took all of our weapons. We have nothing to defend ourselves with.” Rick spoke up.

“Who’s Neegan?” Will asked.

“Let’s just say, if you cross paths with him you might want to just submit while you still have the chance.” Carl said.

“He takes what he wants, no questions asked. If you don’t produce for him than he’ll kill you.” Rick added. “One of our own was taken by him.”

“Is he still alive?” Tara asked.

“Last time we saw him was a couple weeks ago. Now we don’t know.” Rick answered.

“So you left him behind to be killed?” Luke said narrowing his eyes at Rick.

“We had no choice.” Rick said. “If we tried to get him back than all of us would be dead. I couldn’t risk another life being taken.”

“Emily!” Henry said as he rushed into the bullpen followed by Penelope. “Momma says dinner is ready. She even made extra for the new people.”

“Luke, mind leading the way?” Emily said. Luke nodded his head and headed for the double glass doors to lead the group down to the cafeteria.

The whole night full of silence except for the occasional whispered conversations between Emily and Rossi. The new group, who vowed to just stay one night, was on their own. The team was having a hard time getting used to having Rick and his group being here. They don’t know them very well except their names and where they’re from. They were rooming with profilers for a night. Rick and his group were getting suspicious about them. Were they studying them? Profiling them? Getting under their skins to know them?

“We have to see what they’re up to.” Emily said as she sat down on the couch in her office.

“But they’ll just be here for a night.” Rossi said shaking his head. “They’ll be gone in the morning. This is about us, not them. We watch out for our own people and they’ll watch out for theirs.”

“But that doesn’t mean they won’t turn on us.” Emily said. “They’re running from the devil himself. They’re dragging danger right inside these doors. If that Negan guy finds them, what do you think he’ll do to us? We’re practically harboring fugitives.”

“I get that you’re worried but they will be gone in the morning.” Rossi said.

“No...” Emily said shaking her head. “I refuse to let them stay here at all.. I thought I could be nice but the way they talked about Negan the more I got worried. We have kids here Rossi.”

“And they have a toddler, Emily. What about her? Rick will do anything to keep Judith safe. What if it were us running from this Negan guy and they wanted us out? What about Henry and Michael and my grandson?”

“But it’s not Rossi. I can’t risk our own children’s lives because we’re helping them.”

“Emily-“

“No Rossi, they have to leave now. I’m sorry but I’m not risking our own lives!”

“Just let them stay tonight and I will have JJ and Rose escort them out in the morning.” Rossi said.

Emily sighed crossing her arms over her chest. She leaned back in the couch and stared at the clock on the wall. “They leave right after breakfast in the morning.”

“You’re doing the right thing here, Emily.” Rossi said before standing up and leaving the room. Emily stood up from the couch and walked over the window. Looking out at the bullpen she looked at everyone conversing with each other. Or if they were a kid they would be playing with toys or pretending to be shooting walkers.

Over the past few years they’ve constructed a school set up in the conference room. JJ insisted her sons still need to be educated even if the world around them is in shambles. Joy Rossi had agreed with JJ on this idea and wanting her own son to be educated as well. Emily and Rossi spoke about it between themselves before speaking with the rest of the group. It was a unanimous vote from the group. They spent as much time as they could to create the makeshift school for the children. Everyone had agreed to make Spencer the teacher since ya know, he has three PHDs and graduated college at the age of fourteen. He could make the next Yale University with Henry, Michael, and Joy’s son as the first graduating class as Luke joked.

Stepping out of her office she walked down the steps into the bullpen when she was approached by Rick. “Everyone settling in okay?” She asked him.

“Yes they are.” He said. “Your boys started watching after Judith. Henry, I believe, helped feed her at dinner and one of the younger boys gave her toys to play with.”

“Well good, I’m glad they’re warming up to Judith.” Emily said giving Rick a smile. Although in her head she was wishing they wouldn’t warm up too soon with Rick and his group leaving first thing after breakfast. She didn’t want the kids to get too attached and then become upset when they leave.

“What are you thinking about?” She turned her head to see Spencer walking over.

“Do you like them?” Emily asks.

“Answering a question with a question..” Spencer said raising an eyebrow. Emily rolled her eyes. “But yes, I kind of like them. They haven’t done anything to make me think of them any different. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know.. I can just sense danger.”

“You think that Negan will show up here?”

Emily nods her head. “I’m afraid what happened to them, will happen to us.. If Neegan comes here than we won’t have shit left. They’ll take everything. Food. Weapons. Clothing. They destroy our school and take everything from our children. I can’t let that happen.”

“Than we won’t let it happen.” Spencer said.

“How? They’ll tear down the electric fence and if they don’t do that than they’ll camp out until we come to them.”

“We have weapons. We can take them out.” Spencer said.

“And waste our amo?” Emily shook her head. “No.. We’re not wasting our amo on them. We intensify the electricity on the fence. One touch to kill them instantly.”

“We’ll waste the gas we have.”

“We have plenty of gas. After everyone abandoned their cars when they took off, we took all the gas from all of the vehicles. It’ll last a good year before we need to go in search for more.”

“So what do we do?” Spencer asked.

“Wait until morning when they leave and go from there. If Negan shows up, we intensify the electric fences.” Emily says before she heads over to the conference room to find JJ.

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