#Poor guy trying to figure out what ev would like. Wondering if his clothing sense has changed.

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saffron mike all panicked and stressed trying to buy clothes Ev might like before he has to go pick Evan up for the first time

#Poor guy trying to figure out what ev would like. Wondering if his clothing sense has changed. #Mike probably only buys a couple of outfits before taking ev to go buy an actual wardrobe a few days later #As much as mike can afford at least. Which isn't much.

[emmies-archives]

The Girl With The Skull Panties

Bakugo Katsuki X Reader Part 2: A Little Brat

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, (Not nsfw, but mentioned slightly)

Summary: You find that some of Bakugo’s laundry has been mixed up with yours, he finds out due to a fire alarm going off in the middle of the night. He starts to make a move on you

 You really don’t know how you got your hands on it. After racking your brain at the last day's events, the only thing you could think of is that it just appeared in your dorm room. There was no reason for it to even have made its way to your dorm, either the laundry got mixed up somehow, or someone was trying to sabotage you. You really hoped it was the latter and that the clothing items you were missing had just gotten misplaced in your unorganized room. Not misplaced in another person’s hands.

Holding the shirt in your hand, you really didn’t know what to do with it. It’s not like you could knock on Bakugo’s dorm and hand him his shirt. He would blow you down the hall thinking you were trying to plan a shitty prank on him. He would never believe that you had just found it in your room.  You would just have to keep it, for now, you could just wait for the right moment to sneak it back in his laundry somehow.

That would be difficult though. Whenever you were in a room with Bakugo his attention somehow never strayed from you. It’s not like you were anything special, you just really liked to piss him off. It was only for your own benefit really, you enjoyed his attention on you even if it was angry. You just wondered if he’d be able to be anything other than angry towards you.

You were constantly at the receiving end of his threats, sometimes he even followed through with them. It was just in your nature to try to draw a smile on peoples’ faces with your humor. It always hard with Bakugo though, your antics never humored him. You don’t even think you have ever made the boy laugh. That fueled you even further in trying to make him even crack a grin. Nothing worked. Not one thing. You always seemed to make him mad, but you kind of loved it. At least you had some effect on him, and his eyes were on you after all.

You’ve tried different pranks with Kirishima, hoping to outsmart Bakugo and catch him off guard. Somehow, he always seemed to sense something was up and would usually blast away whatever thing you had planned against him with angry shouts. The only thing that didn’t elicit rage from him was when you physically beat Mineta when he tried to perv on you or the other girls. You would just barely catch a smirk on his lips until he turned it into a snarl when he saw you notice.

What you didn’t know, and something he would never admit to himself was that Bakugo secretly loved your stupid pranks. Something about the way you were always happy and laughing even though he was screaming at you all kinds of threats made him just a little flustered. How you were always able to piss him off just the right way was a little soothing to him, he couldn’t get enough. He eventually stopped trying to find your pranks and just let them happen, he loved to see your face scrunched up in laughter.

You set the shirt on top of the small table next to your bed and left your room and rummaged through the basket of clean clothes on the floor. You threw on some grey joggers and a black sweatshirt and made your way out of your room. It was a little late but there was still sometime before curfew so you decided to head down to the common room.

When you entered, you saw there were actually more people than you expected. Mina and Jiro looked to be gossiping on the couch while Mina painted her nails. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Bakugo had a deck of cards in front of them trying to figure out a game to play. Midoriya sat at one of the chairs, his face plunged into one of his notebooks. You smiled at the sight of him and whatever poor soul he was writing about now.

“Hey, boys, what’cha up to?” You threw yourself on the seat between Kirishima and Bakugo, kicking your legs up on the spiky blonde’s lap. Kirishima grinned at your actions.

“Get your shitty feet off of me, woman!” He pushed your legs down basically growling at you, you let out a laugh and slumped down in the chair.

“We’re trying to figure out a game to play, but we’ve played almost all of them already.” Kaminari groaned. “And Bakugo keeps winning every time too!”

“It's not my fault you two are shit at everything! Maybe me and L/n should play, at least she knows what she’s doing.” Bakugo grunted looking at you long enough for you to flash a smile at him causing him to roll his eyes.

“You got that right, I happen to be an ace at cards.” You said proudly “I’m glad someone as haughty as you were able to see it, Bakugo.” This got yet another eye roll from the boy making you laugh.

“C’mon guys, we're not that bad!” Kirishima said collecting all the cards again.

“The hell you aren’t.” Bakugo grunted shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Maybe not you Kiri, I’ve seen other people beat Kaminari at Solitaire before.” A laugh ripped out of Kirishima and Kaminari scrunched his face up at you groaning again. You threw your hands up in defense, “I only speak the truth. I’m pretty sure the only person that could be worse than you at cards, is yourself if you turn your quirk on for long enough.”

“L/n!” Kirishima was cackling now, even Kaminari had a grin on his face.

“You actually might be right…” Kaminari said trying to pout at you but failing. After a few more minutes of the two of you cracking jokes back and forth, Bakugo stood up pushing his chair back.

“This is annoying, I’m going to bed.” He huffed and started to walk away from the table.

“You know, I was actually surprised a grandpa like you would be up so late, especially on a school night too.” You only smirked at the pure annoyance that dawned on his features.

“Shut the hell up! I’m only leaving because you annoy the hell out of me!” He yelled and stomped out of the room, he turned to look at the group before he exited. He saw how you now had your legs sprawled over Kirishima’s, the laughter that sounded from his mouth put a frown on Bakugo’s features. “Tch, shitty woman.” For some reason, he couldn’t help but hate the way you were close with the red-haired boy. He didn’t understand how we're always making Kirishima laugh but always seemed to piss him off.

“I really was surprised when I saw Bakugo down here this late.” You said to Kirishima while you stretched your legs across his. “He was playing a game too that was rare.”

“Yeah, well I’m pretty sure he secretly likes playing games. He always seems to beat everyone, it's always so manly too! He puts up an angry front, but under that I know he likes to have fun.” Kirishima did have a point, not many people around your age wouldn’t want to have fun. Why doesn’t he ever laugh or crack a smile though? “Plus, I think he stayed down here late to wait to see you.”

“Pft, you’re funny Kiri. Yeah, right.” Bakugo would never wait for you just for you to taunt him all night.

“No, I’m serious, he was heading upstairs earlier but Midoriya mentioned something about you always coming down here around the same time every night and Bakugo sat right back down.” Kirishima put a finger to his chin in thought but then shrugged his shoulders. “Anyway, I think I’m going to head in too. Got to get my beauty rest and all that!”

You followed Kirishima upstairs, the two of you chatting about some random thing that happened during class the prior day. Your mind was on Kirishima’s earlier words about Bakugo. You never thought Bakugo would want to see you, he was always annoyed with you. Well, he was always angry around everyone so you didn’t think you were any different. You wondered if maybe you weren’t just annoying towards him.

 When you entered your room, tiredness flooded your senses. You discarded the sweatshirt and joggers, throwing on just a pair of training shorts and fell back onto your bed welcoming the comfortable warmness. It never did take you long to fall asleep if you were tired enough, you were glad about that because you usually woke up a handful of times throughout the night. When you did sleep through the entire night without waking up, you had very intense dreams and you tended to wake up very sluggish and confused. That happened tonight.

A few hours into the night you were plunged into a wild dream about being quirk less. The dream itself was enough to shake you up, but when you dreamt your classmates, and your friends started to berate you for suddenly losing your quirk it was chilling. You had never experienced much hatred like that before. The taunts in the dream grew so intense that they started combining, turning into one loud angry sound in your head. The sound grew louder and more deafening, it was as though you could feel it. Like you could reach out and touch it.

A loud bang on your door ripped you from your sleep. The same sound you heard in your dream was blaring in your dorm. Confusion set in for a moment you started to panic. Another knock came from your door and you could just hear one of the girls calling your name from behind it. “L/n! Come out!”

It was then you realized the sound was the fire alarm going off. You jumped out of your bed, your thoughts a bit clearer now. You started towards the door but then realized that you weren’t wearing very much. Grabbing the first thing you saw, you threw it over your head and threw open your door. Uraraka was standing on the other side, her face flushed. “Finally!” She grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way to the evacuation spot the class had practiced in drills.

You saw the other students gathering together waiting for your teachers. It looked as though it was only your classes’ dorm that had been evacuated. Your mind was still a little foggy, and you felt jumpy from the dream you had, even though you could barely remember any of it. You and the girls made some nervous small talk, hoping that everything was okay.

You had your arms crossed over your chest trying to keep yourself warm in the cool night's breeze. You cursed at yourself for not grabbing anything warmer. After a while, the alarm stopped, the teachers announcing that it was a false alarm. You were glad to be able to go back inside, you just wanted to sleep. As your class made it's way back inside the building, your eyes fell onto Kirishima. He looked exhausted, and his hair was down.

“Woah, you look different!” You squeaked at him, he rubbed his hand over his tired eyes and laughed quietly.

“So do you, I didn’t know you let birds sleep in your hair L/n.” He ruffled the top of your head and walked into the school. You made a pit stop at the kitchen before heading back to your room. All the commotion and the way your dream had shaken you left your mouth dry. Just as you reached up towards the cupboard for a glass you heard something behind you.

“What the fuck?” You spun on your heals and noticed Bakugo had walked in and was staring straight at you. He didn’t say anything so you cocked your head at him.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” You quipped back, your attention on the sink as you filled the glass up with water and began to drink from it.

“Why the fuck are you wearing my shirt?” he asked so bluntly it took a second to register in your brain. You choked at what he said and water basically spewed from your nose. Looking down at the shirt you wore it was just then you realized that you had put on his black t-shirt, the white skull printed on the center looked up at you in your shock. Your face erupted into a burning red and you felt as though it would start steaming any second.

“I-I um. Well-“ He interrupted your stuttering with a sharp laugh. To say you were surprised was an understatement. You don’t think you’d ever heard him laugh before, it was almost startling. “It's not what you think! It was just in my room I swear! I think it got mixed up in my laundry. I must’ve grabbed it by mistake when the alarm was going off”

His laughing continued for a moment and you were starting to get confused. “This makes a little more sense now.” You were about to question him when he reached into his sweatpants pocket, pulling something out. When you saw what he held in his hand you felt like you were going to catch on fire. It was a pair of your underwear, a black lacy pair with silver skulls on it to be exact. If you died right there it would be too generous. “I found them in my laundry too. I was wondering whose they were. I’m surprised but not disappointed.” He laughed at the exasperated look on your face as you lunged towards him to grab your underwear and save you from more embarrassment. You were definitely glad that everyone else had gone back to their rooms, otherwise, you would’ve actually passed away.

Bakugo didn’t stop you from taking the underwear, he just grinned at you. “We are not going to speak of this again.” You said pushing past him heading towards your dorm. He followed you upstairs, apparently, he decided to embarrass you further and walk you to your dorm. You walked a little ahead of him, your face still burning at the thought he had seen your underwear. Glancing at Bakugo, you saw his face still adorned a smirk. You muttered a few choice words under your breath.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” You ignored him, finally making it to your dorm. You stopped before you went in and looked back at him.

“Thank you for giving these back. I’ll give you back your shirt, let me just wash it first.” Your cheeks burned slightly again and you closed your fist around your underwear tighter.

“No, don’t.” You snapped you head up as he took a step closer to you, pinning you against your door. He placed his hand on the door just above your shoulder, bringing his face close to yours. Your breath hitched at how close he was.

“What?” He rested his other hand on your waist gently.

“There’s no need, I have other shirts.” A cocky grin covered his face and you bit your lower lip nervously. He was clouding your senses, his scent overwhelming you. You didn’t even notice him take the pair of underwear from your grasp. “I want you to keep it.” His breath was hot against your neck as he brought his mouth close to your ear. “When you wear it, you better wearing these too.” He slowly put the pair of underwear into the pocket of your shorts and grabbing the pocket just slightly. You could swear you almost stopped breathing. He bit your jaw softly, leaving you a blushing wreck.

“What if I don’t?” You whispered just barely, challenging him. He reached down and grabbed the back of your thigh, squeezing slightly. The look in his eyes was consuming your clear head. He let out something similar to a growl.

“I’ll just have to make you then.” Those words almost made your knees buckle. He pulled away completely smirking at you. Without another word he turned away and walked in the direction of his dorm. He now knew what effect he had on you, he definitely planned to use it to get revenge for your shitty pranks.

You stood with your head leaned back against the door. What the fuck did you just start?

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[unto-the-breach]

✨Inferno & Bucky✨

Pre-Relationship-

4.) Who felt romantic feelings first?

General-

3.) What was their first kiss like?

Love-

2.) What are their primary love languages?

Domestic Life-

7.) How do they celebrate holidays?

bet alright let’s gooooooo

gonna throw this under a read more bcos it won’t make sense to literally anyone but jor, Inferno is my marvel OC who’s shipped with Bucky Barnes! 

there’s sort of two answers to these questions, the Back Then and the Now answers. For context, Inferno has sort of got two “lives,” one that she lived as Quinn Watson, an army nurse in World War 2, and afterwards she became a science experiment and got all fiery. She’s been pretty much in hiding since, until Captain America and Bucky Barnes start running around again, and she figures if they can show off, so can she. I know you said Inferno but I’m going to mostly answer these from the Back Then (pre-Inferno and pre-Bucky-falling-off-a-cliff) perspective because that’s the part of the relationship I have mapped out the best! Also, just in case you were wondering, yes I am answering these to further put off finishing her biography. It’s all I have left to do for her form and it’s like a third done, but. I don’t wanna. 

PRE-RELATIONSHIP- 

4) Who felt romantic feelings first? 

This is sort of a toss-up. Bucky was sort of immediately attracted to Quinn and the powerful vibes she was throwing out, but it took a little while before it became more than a passing interest for him. Quinn thought he was pretty from the moment she met him, but didn’t give him much of a chance, because she assumed he’d be like many of the other Male Officers she’d come across so far. She’d spent some time in a field hospital before being assigned to the 107th, and hadn’t received the respect she deserved from many of the male officers--even though she technically out-ranked them. However, she changed her tune when the two of them were the only ones in reach of another soldier who was wounded, and she began barking orders at him and he took every one of them swiftly and efficiently. This caused her to start seeing him in a different light, and her fondness of him only grew. She was much nicer to him then, and he began to realize he was more than just passively interested in her. So, romantic feelings, probably Quinn, but not for long. 

GENERAL- 

3) What was their first kiss like? 

God I actually have SO MANY thoughts about this one!! 

They have a lot of moments where they come close, pressed tightly against each other in a foxhole he’d pulled her into when an enemy opened fire, leaning over him to put pressure on a wound that would be fine, but she wanted to be safe, quiet whispers when they were scared they might not make it through the night, but their first kiss doesn’t actually come until a little ways into their story. 

It was late one night, and Quinn certainly should have been trying to sleep, but Barnes had volunteered for the first watch of the night. That day, they’d taken some quasi-victory--it was something small, but in their situation, you learn to celebrate the little things. Many of them had been drinking, sitting around a fire and telling stories, breathing in the smoky air and thinking of home, and these two weren’t exempt from that. Neither of them were drunk (most of what they’d drank had worn off by this point in the night) but if you asked them the next day, they’d say they were. 

Quinn went out to find him at his post, not exactly sure what or why she was doing what she was, all she knew is she wanted to see him (even though she’d spent the earlier half of the night glued to his side, nearly in his lap as they all shook with laughter). She’d sat down next to him, and he’d smiled, and they’d talked a little bit (neither of them remember later what on earth they talked about), and she’d leaned in, and so had he, and suddenly they were kissing, and it was everything. 

“We can’t,” she’d said. 

“Right, right,” he’d agreed. 

And they’d done it again. 

And again. 

LOVE- 

2) What are their primary love languages? 

I think that Quinn/Inferno, having grown up really during the Great Depression, has a big thing for receiving gifts. She never quite got out of the mentality of being so, incredibly poor for a large part of her childhood, that receiving gifts means so much to her. A lot of her childhood, her family and her neighbors would exchange goods for services (her neighbor gave her homemade jam for babysitting her kids, her father repaired a rocking chair for someone who gave them a bolt of fabric to make clothes from in return) and gifts simply for the sake of being gifts were somewhat foreign to her, but nevertheless incredibly appreciated. Giving her a gift now won’t produce quite the teary eyed response it might have when she was fifteen, but it still strikes her so deeply, and feels like such a great act of love. It’s not necessarily her primary love language, but it is one that strikes her straight to her core. 

I think they both have quite the thing for physical touch, and that when they were in the war together, just being able to feel the other person’s warmth and know they were alive went a long way. Probably a primary one for both of them, this is something that has really stuck for the both of them I think. Moving into the 21st century, positive physical touch is something Bucky has been deprived of for so long I think it would scare him a little bit, but especially when they finally admit that they both still love each other, I think just being there and holding each other would be big for them both. 

Real talk, Bucky has been deprived of love period for a long time, and I think it probably really messed up how he expresses and receives it. I think back in the war, Bucky seems very much like a words of affirmation kind of guy? Looking into his backstory, he was a big time over-achiever as a kid, and was apparently a 3-time YMCA boxing champion, and that all screams “loves being told that you’re proud of him” kind of guy. 

I’d actually love to hear your thoughts on this in regards to a current Bucky, because I don’t know how I think his current relationship with Words and generally what he went through might change that. Would that only get stronger after he’s used to the closest to praise he gets is being told his mission was successful? Would that make him crave honest affirmation and love even more? Or would it mess with his relationship with that sort of thing and make him really reject it? I’m sort of leaning towards the former, but I’m not sure. What do you think? 

DOMESTIC LIFE- 

7) How do they celebrate holidays? 

Oho boy. So, after that last question, I think some proper fluff is in order. So we’re actually going to skip into their timeline a little bit. 

Think of this as a few years down the road, when they’ve settled into a relationship and are living together. And we’re gonna talk Christmas, because, well. It’s christmas. These two were children in the 20s and 30s, and I think a lot of what they do for christmas is stuff that reminds them of back then, back in simpler times. Their first christmas living together, they watch three different versions of A Christmas Carol (because it was SUPER popular in the 20s!) in the week leading up to the holiday, and they debate whether they could get away with putting real candles on the tree (”I’m always here for fire” “you could put it out if something happened right?” “ah, it doesn’t work like that. I can only make the fire” They use LED lights). Bucky makes an incredible eggnog--he doesn’t quite remember the ingredients and proportions, but he tries using a recipe and then totally veers off the path and it comes out incredible. Quinn/Inferno is generally a really great cook, and she intends to cook Christmas dinner by herself (as was typical of her day) but Bucky wants to help, and she’s nervous he’ll be terrible at it but he’s actually great, and they cook together. They make way too much food, but all these years later, the excess doesn’t give them anxiety anymore, it feels good to be able to celebrate Christmas like this. They have leftovers for a week, and give extras out to people who don’t have their own. 

They love to host Christmas Eve dinner for their close friends, but no big crowds. Maybe a gift exchange with friends, and the first year they do this, they both say that they’ll open their gifts for each other at the gathering. However, on Christmas morning, they both reveal that they’d kept a special gift for the other person to open that day. They’re both shocked to see the other did the same thing, but think it’s adorable, and from then on it becomes a tradition. They always save one, special little thing for Christmas morning. (Maybe one year it’s a ring? Idk that’s not solid but it seems like the logical follow through on this!!) 

There it is!!! Thank you to Taylor Swift and the things I should have been doing but didn’t want to for how long this ended up being, and thank YOU for these questions it got some Real Creative Juices Flowing !!! 

@oh-cruel-fate i’m p sure it’ll notify you I answered your ask but just in case, you can never trust tumblr notifs and if you didn’t see this i might actually cry 

#literally the whole reason i actually posted this was so i could tag it and have it in my archives #inferno #my writing #writing #inferno and bucky #marvel

[kz-i-co]

Virgin-less: Part V

»Summary: it's Christmas time and you spend it with jungkooks family

»Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

»Genre: fluff/smut

»Words: 3.7k

»m.list | bts masterlist

» Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

»A/N: This is the last part for this series since it's just a simple romance story lol. There's not much plot to this story it's just basically fluffy so I hope you guys understand. :)

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You brushed your hair out of your face as the new found headache started circling your head as your eyes were drifting past each and every strange title you never even head of. Isolation, Skyrim, Borderlands, Destiny. The list went on and on. What was he even into? You had no clue when it came to video games.

You knew what games he had but didn't even know if they even related to these other games. You were a mess.

What the hell were you gonna get him? You never had to shop for a guy before, let alone a boyfriend. Your dad was always easy, as long as it had alcohol tied to it but this was different. Christmas was literally a few days away and it was bad enough your paycheck lined up at the worse timing. Plus being a new employee, you weren't eligible for holiday pay so you were pretty broke.

You left the store with nothing once again and you felt desperate by this point. It was too late to order anything online and the stores had shit. Now what?

"What's wrong?" Your sister looked at you as plopped on her couch.

"I don't know what to get Jungkook."

"Oh, first Christmas having a serious boyfriend." She sat down next to you. "What is he into?"

"There's a few different things I thought he would like but I'm not sure."

"You're over thinking it. Guys are happy with whatever." She laughed. "Clothes, candy, video games. They're pretty simple."

You just looked at her as she didn't make you feel better. "He's a nice guy (Y/N) I'm sure he'll like whatever you give him. Christmas isn't just about presents you know." She started walking away, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

As you looked up ideas on pinterest, the dots started connecting together of different cute ways to put together a gift. You placed the key in the ignition, ready to go back to the store for the 5th time now, until a text lit up your dark car, causing a blinding light.

From Kookie: 7:48PM Hey, whatya doin'

To Kookie: 7:48PM nm, just leaving my sisters

From Kookie: 7:49PM You want to come over? I ordered food ;)

To Kookie: 7:49PM Be right there :)

You sighed as you began to take off. You didn't mind going over to his house but you only had 2 more days to get his Christmas gift together and you already had plans tomorrow with your mother since you were spending Christmas eve with Jungkook's family.

Once you got to his apartment you let yourself in since he never bothered to lock the door and snuck around to him doing the dishes. You could tell he was trying to clean up the place before you got there, causing you blush.

You but your bag in the counter causing to twitch in fear and turning around to you with a big grin on your face.

"You scared the shit out of me." He said breaking into a smile.

"Boo." You looked around his apartment. "Wow, your place is so clean." You couldn't help but smirk causing him to bite his lip like he didn't know what you were talking about.

"It usually is, you just caught me on a bad day last time." He dried his hands.

"Sure."

"So I have something you probably don't want to hear." He began and your smile slowly washed off your face. "My mom is very protective and traditional.....and she's very excited about meeting you and all but...."

"What?" You grew impatient.

"She said you have to sleep in the guest room while I take my old room." He became unsettled from your silence. "I'm sorry, she thinks because we aren't married we shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed yet."

"Trust me I know. It's bad enough that you won't know anybody and I understand-"

"It's no big deal." You slipped out a smile even though it did hurt a little. You understood that you were practically a stranger to his mother so trust wasn't there yet but obviously she cares about her son and you couldn't argue that.

"It is. I mean we've slept in the same bed before, sex or not. She's being ridiculous."

"You're her baby, she's looking out for you." You teased.

"It's not funny (Y/N). I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He folded his arms.

"I get the room all to myself?"

"Well, Yeah. My aunt and uncle are taking the basement bed room, while my grandparents take my brothers room, and my brother and I are sleeping in my room." He was basically pouting. "At least my little cousins are staying downstairs because they wake up really early."

"So you will be the one that's uncomfortable, not me."

"Yeah. My brother snores."

You couldn't help but laugh at the poor baby as you wrapped your arms around him bringing him into your embrace. "It's one night right? It will be fine."

He smiled bringing his lips towards yours longer then expected that once you pulled away he groaned in frustration. "Where's our food?"

"It's on its way." He said pulling you back in. You felt his cold hands circle your hips, gently tugging the soft material above your waist. As the kids got more intense, Jungkook trailed his fingers all the way down until he was able to lift your thigh, causing you to sit on the counter comfortably.

He placed himself between your legs naturally as the air got thinner and thinner. You felt your breath tighten, causing you to pull away but before he could continue, nothing but a simple knock to ruin the mood.

"Yay, food." You smiled hoping off the counter to retrieve the door.

....

"I'm confused." He started as you both were basked into the marvel universe. "She just shot her past self, wouldn't that mean she would be dead in the present."

"Any movies involving time travel makes sense." You laughed sipping your soda.

You looked at the time noticing it was already 11:00. "I'm sorry Jungkook, but I need to get home."

"But baby it's cold outside." He started to sing causing you to arch your eyebrows with a smirk. "I can drive you in the morning."

"We will be together all weekend long." You reminded.

"I know." He pouted.

You pulled on your coat and grabbed your bag. "I will see you later." You kissed him goodbye.

"Text me you get home okay." The little things he said to you always warmed your heart the most.

-

The day with your family was nice and chaotic at the same time. It started off as a nice Christmas brunch followed by pictures with Santa for the kids but the only thing that was floating through your mind was when you can escape to go shopping. You were on the debate to just go last night but it was a quarter to midnight when you left. You just hoped that some window opportunity would allow you to shop today but it was no luck.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and all the shops were closing early and Jungkook was picking you up around 3 so you would make it to his family in time for dinner. How did it come to this? You were wasting time.

"Where are you going, don't you have to pack?" Your mother asked as you were about to leave the house.

"I'm only staying one night, plus I need to go shopping real quick it's an emergency."

"Okay. The stores might be crazy." She warned.

And like always, your mother was right as the store flooded with people as they did their last minute Christmas shopping.

But you were just as guilty as you placed random cute little things in your cart for your basket idea. You had his favorite candies, sweets, and cozy socks and sweat pants to put together his own personal lazy video game emergency basket.

You wondered towards the video games once again as you saw a game being displayed as a new release that wasn't there yesterday.

Reading the title in your head over and over again, sounded familiar enough to get you excited that you grabbed the $60 game and purchased it as fast as you could.

You were pretty happy with your gift overall but the game was the highlight of it and you couldn't wait to give it to him. You got back home and put everything together and wrapped up the game separately placing it on top of the box.

Jungkooks family was doing Christmas presents tonight so you decided to just bring the game alone as his gift and give him the rest to him on Christmas Day.

You couldn't help but feel nervous as you were closer and closer to meeting his family for the first time. You had to impress them or they wouldn't welcome you into their family. Jungkook told you that he already talked about you to his mother many times and she's beyond excited to meet you.

You didn't know how far he moved away from his family. 3 hours was a pretty long drive. "After school I just figured I stay."

"It's so beautiful over here, quiet."

"We're here." He said those words that got your heart beating once again.

"They're going to love you." He kisses your forehead and helped you out of the car. It was dark already and the house was light up beautiful. Jungkook carries your small duffel bag like the gentleman he is and rang the door bell.

The door opened, revealing a young man about Jungkooks height and pulled him into a bear hug. "This is (Y/N) my girlfriend."

"Hello Jungkook's girlfriend. I'm Junghyun, Jungkook's older brother."

"Hi." You said shyly.

"Come on, it's freezing out there." He opened the door wider and let you both in. Jungkook places your bags on the bottom of the steps temporarily to introduce you to everyone.

You couldn't believe how welcoming his family was. Hug after hug and the compliments were unnecessary. His mother was last since she was making dinner and once she saw you her face brightened up with a huge smile.

"It's so nice to meet you dear." Another warm hug.

"I'm going to show her the guest room." Jungkook spoke.

"Did you explain-"

"Yes mom, we know the rules." He rolled his eyes teasing and you just smiled that you understood.

"You are still the baby of this family." She said hitting him with a dish towel.

"As five other kids are running around out there." He laughed. "Come on." He held your hand as he led you upstairs. The guest room was pretty small but extremely cute and cozy.

"All too myself? Really?"

"Yeah." He placed your bag on the bed. "I might sneak in here after my parent go to bed because I won't get any sleep."

"I'm okay with that." You brushed your hair behind your ear. "Can I see your room?"

"Why?" He said nervously.

"I want to see teenage Jungkook." You smirked.

"It's a typical boys room, if my parents haven't touched it yet."

"Then let's find out." You grabbed his hand leaving the room and waited for him to show you the next.

He opened the door slowly and saw most of his old things in their but the place was all cleaned up. He had Big Bang posters on the wall along with different anime posters.

"Cute room." You said looking around the room.

"Okay, we should go back downstairs now." Jungkook blushed and spoke nervously.

"You embarrassed of your room? Have you never brought a girl in here before?" You asked.

"No actually." He said causing you to giggle.

"Hey you better not be doing things in here." A voice cut you off as Jungkook's brother stepped inside going to his bag that was placed on top of the cot.

"I'm just showing (Y/N) my room." Jungkook spoke.

"Sure." He laughed. "Mom wants to talk with (Y/N)."

You looked at him timidly.

"Don't worry, its nothing bad."

...

"Hi dear. Jungkook said you used to work in a bakery, as a cake decorator?"

"Oh yeah, a few years ago actually."

"You don't do it anymore?" Jungkook's mom showed interest.

"More like a hobby now."

"May I see your skills?" She asked as she had a mixing bowl ready.

You enjoyed Mrs. Jeon company, along with his grandmother. They were very sweet and interested in your well being. Like you were already apart of the family.

"You are amazing dear. You should make this your career." They said staring at your beautifully decorated cake.

"Thank you." You blushed shyly.

...

The rest of night went faster then you expected. Between Jungkook and his brother fighting over little things, the kids screaming and running around the house, and the fantastic dinner that was gone in seconds that tasted heavenly.

It was right before the end of the night and you couldn't believe you were even nervous about it. The presents were finally being shared and you couldn't wait to give Jungkook his first part of his gift.

The best part of the gifts was that between his parents, grandparents, and aunt and uncles, you had enough gift cards for plenty more dates yet to come.

"I want to give you your present later." Jungkook whispered in your ear and you just nodded in approval.

"Here's one more for you JK, I saw it and had to get it for you." His brother handed him a small thin wrapped gift.

It didn't take long until that thin layer of paper was ripped away and Jungkook's eyes stared at the gift with excitement causing your stomach to drop. It was the video game he wanted and the same one you happened to buy earlier.

Your face grew pale as the tears were glossing your eyes, wanting to come out, but you just hid it with a simply smile. Now you had nothing to give him tonight.

"Thank you." They hugged as you sat there awkwardly.

"Alright time for bed." His aunt had said causing the kids to groan.

Jungkook led you up to the guest room but left you alone for a second and came back with a small box. "Okay so I was thinking for a wh-"

"Jungkook bed time." His mother said from the hallway.

"But I want to give (Y/N) her-"

"Your mother's right Jungkook. You still need to brush your teeth." You teased.

He walked over to his mother quickly and came back as soft words were exchanged. "Five minutes." His mother said and left you two alone.

"I got you-"

"How about we wait until tomorrow." You said rushed cutting him off again.

"But I can't wait." He pouted and you grew silent. "Look, I know we've only been dating two months but you're really special to me-"

You felt your breathing stop as he began.

"(Y/N) you okay?" He asked. "You look pale."

"Jungkook I don't want you to give me anything."

"Why not?" He looked disappointed.

"Because I didn't get you anything." You looked down avoiding his eyes.

"I don't care about gifts (Y/N), Christmas or not. I got you something because I love you." He said it! You couldn't believe he actually said it.

Your lip trembled as the held back tears finally washed out, already ruining your makeup. You covered you face with your hands and turned around to avoid him as best as you could but it was no use. You felt him tug your hands away and lift your chin up. He smiled wiping your cheeks as you still avoided eye contact.

"Are these good tears of bad tears?" He asked but you couldn't even speak. He pulled you into his chest, your tears already sticking to the soft material.

"I hope this means you love me too." All you could do was nod your head against his chest. Once you felt your tears were done you leaned away and cleaned your face with your sleeves. You reached in your bag giving him the gift that he already received and sat on the bed patiently. Jungkook looked at your confused as he stared between you and the gift.

"Your brother ruined my gift." You pouted and Jungkook's face lit up amused.

He opened the gift and grew excited like it didn't matter. "I like yours better."

"You're hilarious." Your voice was still all groggy from your outburst.

"I mean it."

"Why's that?"

"Because you wrapped it." He said and you smacked him playfully.

"I got you a little more but I wanted you to open it on Christmas Day. The gifts were suppose to be connected."

"It's no big deal (Y/N), I'll return his."

"Not mine?"

"No." He smiled and leaned in bringing his lips towards yours. Before you could enjoy it more he pulled out the box that he tried to give you now for the third time. "Please open my gift now."

You took the small box and opened it as another small jewelry case was revealed. "You better not have spent a fortune on this." You began and continued lifting up the heavy case. It was a silver bracelet with one charm hanging off the side, shaped as a heart and diamonds engraved along with your initials. You eyes grew wide as you picked it up.

"This is beautiful. You shouldn't have." You said not believing he did such a thing.

"Don't worry about the price. I have connections." He said causing you to laugh.

"Why?"

"Like I said before. If I can feel this way about someone in two months, it's meant to be." He said causing your heart to swell.

You pulled him into another passionate kiss once again but it was cut off from a simple knock. "Good night (Y/N)." He got up following his mother out of the room.

His mother smiled at you and held her hand over her heart as she shut the door. He was too good to be true, you were convinced this was all a dream.

....

Before the night could officially end, you heard the door open quietly causing you to look across the room as the only light was lingering off the digital clock.

"Couldn't sleep?" You asked followed by a yawn as Jungkook made his way into your bed.

"Technically no because of Junghyun but I rather sleep with you. I'll just sneak out in the morning." He spoke cuddling next to you.

"Were you asleep?" You heard his soft voice behind you, giving you shivers.

"No, I was thinking about you actually."

"Really?" He asked and you turned around face to face.

"I was thinking that I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend like you." The room was pretty dark but you could just tell he was blushing.

You felt his hand brush against your hip bringing you closer until there was no more room left in the middle. His soft lips caressed yours gently, taking your breath away.

He moved forward, suddenly towering over you as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stopped to take off his shirt. It wasn't long after that you knew where this was going and you both rushed to take off the warm layers in-between you. He worked his way up your neck, marking every inch of your body his as you dragged down his boxers taking a hold of him. You felt him harden the more you jerked your hand back and fourth. You guided him down, using your juices as lubricant before pushing it in.

You bit your lip from the sudden tightness causing Jungkook to move slowly, loosening you up before picking up the pace. When he finally gotten to a speed you enjoyed, the bed squeaked, stopping you abruptly with concern. Jungkook changed positions making his way behind you instead and lifted up your leg to regain control. The bed still squeaked but not enough to worry and began to pick up the pace once again.

You moaned softly as the pleasure built up quickly as Jungkook leaned forward kissing you shoulder softly. You were getting weaker by the second as you could explode at any second. You knew Jungkook was as well from his change in movement. He thrusted slowly but deep until you felt him release causing you to do as well. The only noise was the both of you trying to regain your breath.

Once he pulled out, you turned back around snuggle against his chest more comfortably. "Good night (Y/N)." He softly whispered and before you know it you were asleep.

-

The next morning, Jungkook was gone as expected and it amused you how you got away with it. "Morning." Jungkook kissed you as soon as you entered the kitchen.

"How was your sleep dear?" Jungkook's mother asked as you took a seat.

"Great, thank you. That bed is so comfortable."

"I had a horrible night actually." Jungkook began teasing. "Junghyun sounded like he was dying."

"I don't even snore."

"You do." They fought and Jungkook's mother just laughed with you.

....

"Okay So, this next gift isn't anything big but I thought you would like it." You gave him the basket.

"(Y/N)." He smiled as he went through all the candy and clothing.

"It's a lazy gamer basket." You giggled. "For days you just want to sit down and play video games all day."

"I love it, thank you. But you're gonna have to help me eat all this candy."

"Of course."

"When do you want to go over to your moms?" Jungkook asked you made plans for a Christmas dinner.

"In a few hours." You said shrugging.

"Okay good. I can give you your second gift." He began and you grew confused.

"What's that?"

He picked you up in a bridal position and carried you to his bed room.

Merry Christmas!!!!

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A Decade To Find You - 1

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I proudly present the first part of my Modern AU Hiccstrid New Year’s Eve Story! I hope you enjoy :) 

Summary: Astrid didn't think much of the guy she bumped into just after midnight on January 1, 2010. It was just a hasty apology, a quip and a lop-sided grin from his side. It wasn't supposed to be special.

Hiccup felt the same way. That was, until he locked eyes with her again one year later. And the year after that. And the next.

But somehow, their destinies only seemed to intertwine that one night a year... On New Year's Eve.

Chapter 1: New Year’s Eve 2009-2012

January 1st, 2010

Astrid didn't really party the way some of her peers did. She didn't sneak out or come up with poor excuses to get wasted with other teens after managing to get her hands on booze through older siblings. That wasn't like her. But that didn't mean she didn't seize opportunities, nor didn't know how to have a good time. So when her friends from kickboxing had asked her to join them in the inner city, she'd shot every piece of ammunition she had at her parents to convince them that at sixteen, she was responsible enough to stay out past midnight. She was basically an adult, after all. And after she'd promised that she wouldn't do anything stupid, let alone illegal, they'd let her go. 

Luckily, you didn't have to break the law to have a good time on New Year's Eve in Berk. The large annual winter market in the town's central square stayed around until after New Year's, serving all kinds of food and beverages at its stalls. She'd spent most of that night at the ice rink, but had gathered with her friends at the riverside just before midnight, joining in on the countdown and watching the fireworks when the clock hit midnight, announcing the arrival of the new decade.

Now, she was hopping from one feet onto the other, waiting at one of the stalls and trying to stay warm in the trademark Berkian cold. The line had been killing and she cursed herself for not going further into the city and trying her luck there. But her worries were forgotten when she accepted the two mugs of hot chocolate into her freezing hands. 

She turned around, looking through the crowd in an attempt to figure out where Heather was. Her friend had run into her brother and there was no telling what Dagur might be up to... But his red hair and tattooed face did stand out from the crowd. 

She squeezed herself through the masses, cradling the mugs to her chest, alternating between craning her neck and standing up on her toes. Finally, after starting to wonder whether she was even going the right way at all and looking behind her, she saw a familiar arm wave at her. She instantly turned around, heading the other way.

Her foot landed on something hard, making her stumble and bump into someone, all after only taking one step.

"Sorry!" a nasal voice yelped. 

She was too stunned to reply as hot chocolate spilt over her chest, dripping down and soaking her coat, the heat making her instinctively jump backwards. "Fuck!"

"Oh Gods, I'm so sorry!"  

She looked up - no, down - at the culprit. A skinny boy, about her age. His green - really green, Holy Thor - eyes were blown wide with shock and he was fidgeting with his hands, seemingly unsure of whether he should put them to use or whether that would bring about the impending apocalyptic events of 2012 two years too early. It was endearing, and while she normally would have had to suppress the urge to punch her assailant straight in the jaw, she found she simply couldn't. Because there was something in his look, so innocent, so sincere, that simply calmed her down. 

"It's okay," she told him, looking down at the brown stain on her coat. Luckily, it didn't feel like it had reached her sweater underneath. 

"No, it's totally my fault, I should have looked, I -" he mumbled, looking helpless as he rubbed the back of his head, messing up his auburn hair. "I was distracted, and I'm just so, so stupid, I don't know how -"

"It's okay, really," she repeated, slightly patting herself. "It's a way to stay warm, I suppose."

"It's not, I completely ruined your coat." He reached out towards her, but then retracted his hands, gesturing himself up and down. "Do you want mine, or?"

"No, it's fine, really," she insisted, following his gaze downward and finally realising what had made her trip. "I stepped on your foot, after all."

The guy looked down again, his two eyebrows shooting up. "You did?"

"I mean it was strangely hard, but..." she mumbled. 

"Oh..." he grinned awkwardly. "That must be me." He leaned forward and grabbed his left foot, lifting it up and pulling up his pant leg... To reveal a piece of metal. 

His lips curled into a lopsided smile. "Fake foot."

"Oh my Thor," she gasped. "How...?" She didn't know why she was asking - he was a complete stranger. But a part of her wanted to know. 

"Accident," he shrugged. "Happened this year, so I'm still getting used to it. Or I suppose it's last year now, since it's after midnight. Hurray!"

She wanted to laugh, to shake her head at him, felt the corners of her lips twitching upwards, but realised in time that it would be hugely inappropriate. 

"I'm so sorry," was all she could come up with instead.

"Eh," he casually said, his shoulders moving more than any normal person's ever would. "It happens. And I thought I was the one doing the apologising here."

"My jacket's not expensive, don't worry," she reassured him. She preferred practicality above anything else and this coat was exactly that. "I'm sure it'll come right out. And I'm not nearly insecure enough to let it ruin my night." She gave him a cocky smile. "I'll punch anyone who dares to try."

"So I simply got lucky?" the guy tried. 

"So far, yes," she teased.

The guy pretended to gulp and look panicked before his expression relaxed into a smile. "At least let me pay for the dry cleaner." He fumbled with his own jacket, seemingly looking for something. "If I can find my wallet, that is."

"It's fine, my mom probably knows how to wash it out herself," she tried again, but he kept patting himself down. "You didn't get robbed, right?"

"Oh, no, the odds of that are rather low. My dad's a cop," he explained, laughing awkwardly. "He makes sure I'm one hundred percent pickpocket-proof before even thinking of leaving the house. Which has this -" He gestured at himself. "As the very charming result."

"Then perhaps you should leave it that way," she suggested. 

"Yeah, that's probably..." He mulled for a moment, biting his lip and reaching into the back pocket of his jeans but coming up with nothing. "Yeah - I think you're right. Sorry, again."

"Let it go," she told him, finding herself smiling again. She gestured with the two mugs in her hand. "It's just hot chocolate."

"Is there even anything left?" 

She peered into the mugs and shrugged. "Enough for one, at least."

"Then let me pay for new ones."

She pulled up an eyebrow. "And watch you go through your whole wallet-searching routine again? Charming offer, but no, thank you." He looked slightly offended, to which she decided to press the other mug into his hands. "Here, take it."

He took it from her only because she forced him to, sputtering. "I can't -"

"I'll just give this one to my friend." She gestured at the brown stain on her clothes. "I think I've had enough for tonight."

"Again, I'm sorry -"

"Again, it's okay."

"Are you really sure?" the guy tried again, looking pensive.

"I am," she nodded. "Sounds like you had a shitty 2009, with your leg and all. A shitty decade, for all I know. I just want to make sure this one starts out better."

He looked like he wanted to speak up again, but she held up her hand. "I'm not letting you give it back!"

She backed away after properly looking over her shoulder this time. "Enjoy your night!"

He just stood there, flabbergasted. "You too..."

With that, she disappeared back into the crowd, finally making her way back to Heather, a smile on her face she hadn't even realised was there until her best friend asked what had made her so cheery. 

But she waved it off. 

It was something she didn't really think she could explain. 

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December 31st, 2010

Hiccup was oddly reminded of a donkey on this year's New Year's Eve. Most importantly, the saying that even donkeys didn't hit their toe on the same stone twice in a row. Yet somehow, he had managed to let Snotlout convince him to go with him to the inner city of Berk again. 

He didn't really know what kind of animal that made him, but he figured it didn't speak in his favour. Perhaps something without a brain. A jellyfish, maybe, just waiting to be inevitably washed up on a beach, then stepped on by a tourist, which would prompt the tourist's friends to pee on their leg. After a heated debate on whether urine did or did not actually help against jellyfish stings, a question no one really knew the answer too. 

Or he could, for once, make life easy for the rest of the world and simply settle for being a sea cucumber. Those seemed rather cool. And he could, in Hiccup fashion, enlighten other sea creatures on how he was, in fact, not a green-tinted, edible vegetable, unlike his land-born brethren. 

But his father worked on New Year's Eve anyways and he didn't really have anything better to do. So instead of chilling on the ocean floor, he was semi-freezing and sensing his impending demise as he stepped onto the white, slippery field of doom that was known as Berk's Winter Wonderland ice skating rink. 

He didn't get what people thought was so fun about literally venturing onto thin ice. He never had. And that hadn't really changed now that he had only one properly functioning foot. 

It would be fine, Snotlout had said. He had had the prosthetic for over a year by now, and, as his cousin put it so delicately, 'he already tripped over his own feet way less often than when he still had two of them'. So certainly, he could do this. 

Hiccup had told Snot, Fishlegs and the twins to go ahead so he wouldn't embarrass himself too heavily. Fishlegs hovered nevertheless, but did bring up the courtesy to look away.

He carefully put his good foot on the ice, only slipping slightly, and held himself up on the wooden banister. Slowly, he let his second skate join the first, putting the iron down and trying to adjust to the weird sensation of his prosthetic sliding underneath him. But he didn't fall. That was something. 

"Are you okay, Hiccup?" he heard Fishlegs ask. 

He didn't dare to look up, keeping his eyes firmly fixated on his skates. "Okay would be a big word... But it could be worse."

"Just take it slow," Fishlegs told him, almost sounding more nervous than Hiccup himself felt.

Only for Fish's tender words to be immediately diminished by Snotlout skating by at high speed. "Come on, cuz, move!"

Hiccup shook his head and scowled, but forced himself to move anyways, pushing his right skate off the ice and letting the other glide along, while still holding on to the banister as if it was the only thing between him and utter humiliation. 

It probably was. He could already hear Non Je Ne Regrette Rien play in the back of his head, announcing the inevitable fall of this story's tragic but not quite Leonardo DiCaprio-like protagonist the way it had in Inception. 

He bet Leo knew how to ice-skate. Not that that would have helped him in Titanic, like a bigger floating door would have. But then again, Leo could do it all with two legs. And stuntmen.

Fuck, he'd love to have a stuntman right now.

And he wouldn't say no to having sex in a car with 1997 Kate Winslet either. 

He slowly shuffled forward, letting his left skate slide calmly while his right did all the work. Surprisingly, it didn't go as badly as he'd expected it to. He dared to go further, letting go of the banister, daring to put some pressure on his left leg and start the motion from there. 

The Gods struck him down for his hubris as soon as he tried, leaving him scrambling for his wooden saviour as he nearly fell face first onto the ice. 

He pulled himself back up, leaning on the banister and looking out, pretending not to hear Fishlegs call out to him in concern. It was already dark, Berk's square lit by Christmas lights along with all the stalls and shops that feasted on holiday tourists. It was busy, this day belonging to the Berkians themselves above all, but he didn't pick out any familiar faces in the crowd.

Until he saw her. 

He had mostly repressed the memory of the first person he'd met in the new decade, given that he'd immediately embarrassed himself by causing her to spill hot chocolate all over her coat. Just some Hiccup Haddock smoothness, right there. 

But there she was, in the crowd. Her blond hair braided over her shoulder, a smile on her face as she talked to her friends. She was wearing a different jacket this year, a dark blue one that somehow suited her even better. He hoped that hadn't been his fault, that he hadn't completely ruined the red coat she'd worn the year before. But he was too self-conscious to go up to her and ask. Especially because moving at all on the death traps bound to his fake and real foot could only lead to disaster. 

She probably didn't want to talk to him anyways. From the way she looked, the way she acted, the way she smiled he could make out that he was way below her on the notorious teen social ladder. She was undoubtedly popular. He was all too happy in his nerd corner. It'd never work. 

Not that he believed in the strict segregation the way High School Musical portrayed it, but some people simply didn't match. It was better to, as the Wildcats put it so pointedly, 'stick to the status quo'. 

And then her eyes met his. 

She looked surprised to see him - Berk was at least a middle-sized town, after all, what were the odds? They hadn't seen each other since his clumsiness had miraculously resulted into a free mug of hot chocolate. 

But once she seemed to have recovered from that shock - he hadn't, he was gaping, desperately willing his brain to update to Windows 7 instead of clinging to Vista and claiming that particular piece of garbage wasn't Microsoft's biggest mistake of the last decade - her lips relaxed into a soft smile that made his heart jump. 

He glanced down at his skates, hoping she'd understand why he looked even more helpless than the last and only time they'd met. He hauled himself up further, trying to stand up straight - his growth spurt was finally setting in - and retain some of his dignity. 

Her smile widened, like she'd understood, and she gave him two genuine thumbs up before turning back to her friends and disappearing into the crowd. 

She'd gone as soon as she'd came. But he found himself grinning nevertheless, feeling more encouraged than he had all evening. 

Perhaps ice skating wasn't that bad after all. 

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January 1st, 2012

This was the year. Or so Astrid had been told. Supposedly "the most amazing New Year's yet!". 

She didn't think holding Heather's hair back as she threw up quite qualified as that, but at least her best friend had seemed to be having a good time. Right up until the moment she'd turned green and had rushed to the club's bathroom with Astrid running after her. 

Astrid hadn't seen the appeal of turning eighteen and being allowed to drink herself. She had enough going on, tournaments to attend in January, a brain to spare for the university she was trying to get into. But she was nothing if not supportive, and she loved her friends more than herself. At least, that was the mantra she silently repeated in her head as Heather hurled into the toilet yet again. 

She got her phone from her pocket, sliding the screen up to reveal the keyboard - it was simply quicker and way more convenient than typing on a touchscreen - and searched for Dagur's number. He would undoubtedly go berserk in his own way - he'd given them the 'big brother talk' before they'd headed into the city - but she'd rather deal with him than with Heather's parents. Especially Mr. Oswaldsson wouldn't be too... agreeable. 

"Hello!?" Dagur shouted from the other side of the line, hardly audible above the beat of Party Rock Anthem in the background. 

"Hey, Dagur, it's me!" she yelled back before realising there was no need to, cringing when her voice echoed through the stalls. Heather simply groaned.

"’Sup, Hofferson?"

"I need to get Heather home," she told him. "We got here by bike, but that could take ages, so I figured that, perhaps, you could take her on your scooter..."

"She's wasted, isn't she?" Dagur's obvious disappointment was ironically punctuated by LMFAO insisting that party rock was in the house tonight, and that everybody should just have a good time.

Heather shook her head at her, part of her black braid unceremoniously sticking to her face, but Astrid didn't think her capable of making any decisions right now. "Yep."

"On my way. Where are you?"

"Not So Silent Sven's Party Hut."

Dagur hung up immediately, leaving Astrid to haul Heather up onto her shoulder while her friend insisted she was fine and could walk by herself, only to immediately demonstrate the opposite. They struggled until they reached the door, somehow managing to get their coats before escaping onto the streets, the Berkian winter air pleasant after the suffocating heat of the club. 

They hung outside for a bit, waiting for Heather to sober up, but eventually stumbled further towards the main road, hoping to catch Dagur on his way. They had to dodge a lot of party goers who could hold their liquor better, along with teens who had fallen into the same pitfall Heather had. She felt a particular amount of sympathy for the dark-haired guy they passed, who was patting his skinny brunette friend on his back while he hurled the contents of his stomach into the snow, the sound alone enough to make Heather gulp again. 

When they passed them, the sick fellow looked up at her, their eyes meeting.

Astrid had only seen that combination of awkwardness and Oh my Thor what am I doing twice before. 

She waved at Fake Foot Guy, shooting him the kindest smile she could muster up without bursting into giggles. 

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January 1st, 2013

2012 had been a good year for Hiccup. Somehow, he hadn't brought about the end of the world the Mayas had prophesied would come to pass. Even though he, the twins, Snotlout and Fishlegs had been convinced that if anyone would be able to cause an accident of global scale, it was Hiccup. Yet he had managed to enter university, where, as his father put it, his destructive tendencies were finally channelled into a proper education to become an engineer. 

Living away from home wasn't abysmal either. If he was being honest, the train connection from Berk to university wasn't so bad that he had necessarily had to move out, but he figured it'd be good for him. It had certainly taught him a lot of things. How to open a can of pineapple slices without a can opener. How to separate white and coloured laundry. How to avoid salmonella. How to handle suddenly being six feet tall. How to cover up shaving cuts. And how to say no to more alcohol than he could handle. 

It was the reason he wasn't in the same condition he was last year and that it felt good to be back in Berk to celebrate New Year's. Because he knew he wouldn't embarrass himself. Or at least, not by vomiting into the snow.

Of course Hot Chocolate Girl had walked by on his lowest point of the night. 

Part of him wondered if she was perhaps some kind of spirit, there to feed on his awkwardness and the chaos he left in his wake. Then again, he'd only seen her three times, and his disaster-track record was much better than that. Three was a rookie number. 

By the time it was 2 AM and Tuffnut dragged them into a club that he swore was even more awesome than the previous one, Hiccup had started to believe he might not see her on New Year's Eve for the first time this decade. He didn't know why he wanted to see her - he had no idea who she was, after all, didn't even have a clue about her name. But he remembered her smile, her bright blue eyes, the way her blond hair framed her face perfectly... 

The exact same features as those of the girl he suddenly spotted on the dance floor, grinding up against a tall, handsome dark-haired stranger he didn't recognise. She was wearing a dress that remained blue in the club's lighting and fit her figure beautifully. It was the first time he properly saw her without a coat on, and he was struck by just how gorgeous she was. He'd had an idea, but it clearly hadn't been completely accurate. 

She might be the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Even in her current state, her hair messed up, her eyes glazed over, muddled by alcohol as they miraculously met his. He didn't know if she recognised him. She didn't seem to. But he couldn't look away. 

Not even when she turned around to the stranger behind her, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him down into a kiss, the two of them making out as if no one was watching them. And he probably shouldn't be. He wanted to simply think 'good for her', to be happy that she was having a good time. But instead, he found his heart stinging with something unfamiliar. A kind of hurt he couldn't quite place.

He didn't mind when Ruffnut hooked her arm into his and pulled him back outside, remarking that Tuffnut had horrible taste and that they were going somewhere else. And even though he didn't do anything particularly stupid the rest of the night, he couldn't help but feel like somewhere, deep down, he was a bit of a fool.

He just couldn't pinpoint why. 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I hope the second one will come soon. I plan for there to be 3, all the way up until we reach New Year's Eve 2019...

#hiccstrid #hiccup #astrid #httyd #httyd fanfiction #fanfiction #aleteia-writes #a decade to find you #there are so many references in here from my childhood #gods

[janiedean]

Modernau Jon's first Christmas with the Starks was wonderful in several ways - there were presents and the food was so good and noone screamed - but the thing he remembers most is Edmure. At this point Edmure had never actually met Jon before, but he knew Cat adopted another six year old boy. When he came over for the holidays he brought Jon a present, and had even called first to find out Jon's interests. Jon nearly cried because it really hammered that he was part of their family now. 🍎

…. anon thanks for having nailed this so much it actually awakened in me all the christmas spirit the passive/aggressiveness of my relatives put to sleep, get a fic. ;) (also he’s five and something for the purposes of this thing bye) (ps: I suck at writing children and idek how I am at writing religious people because everyone knows where I swing but eh in my modern au headcanon cat’s definitely irish catholic so I TRIED GUYS)

–

“So,” Ned asks, “I suppose your sister isn’t coming?”

Cat shakes her head. “She categorically said no.”

“Shit. Guess Jon’s wasn’t convincing, was he?”

“No, and of course she’s using the someone has to stay with Dad excuse to make me feel guilty for inviting my uncle, but never mind that. At some point she’ll come around. Lyanna is not coming either, is she?”

Ned shakes his head. “I tried to convince her but she was about to hang up the phone on me, so I didn’t insist.”

Well, so much for trying to get everyone together, Cat sighs.

“Rhaegar isn’t even in the country, is he?”

“No, but he sent me money for presents,” Ned sighs. “Shit, they really were too young for that. Whatever, as my father said, better a few good people than a lot of drama when it comes to festivities. So, who is coming at the end of it?”

“Well, there’s the five of us, my uncle and my brother. When it comes to your, Brandon gently declined when I went to ask him a couple of days ago but gave me some money so I’d buy the kids something I knew they liked -”

“Typical,” Ned sighs. “Then again, he’s always hated gift giving even when he was ten so I’m not surprised.”

“Benjen instead is coming. Jon Connington is as well, bless him for at least providing some continuity here.”

“Rhaegar so doesn’t deserve him,” Ned says, “but it’s not as if saying it out loud will change anything. Right. So, it’s… nine people. Guess it could be worse.”

“If you want to invite Robert -”

“Cat, I love Robert but traumatizing that poor kid any further on Christmas day the first time he spends it without Aerys? Maybe next year.”

“… fair,” Cat agrees, remembering the last Christmas they invited Robert over. It was great, and they all were spectacularly drunk at the end of it, and it was the one time Robb was sick and went to bed at seven PM and woke up the next day, and she wasn’t pregnant with Sansa yet so she could afford to be drunk on Christmas.

Maybe next year, indeed. And nine people isn’t too bad. She just hopes they have a nice time, especially given that the more Christmas approaches the less Jon seems enthused about that prospect, and from what Jon Connington told her about Christmas At Aerys Targaryen’s, he has all the reasons to dread the day. But telling him wouldn’t work, she has realized, and so she just hopes he can see for himself that they’re not into screaming matches on Christmas day, for crying out loud.

–

The next day, Edmure calls her.

For a moment, she’s afraid he might cancel.

Instead, he asks her for confirmation that Robb doesn’t own whatever Star Wars t-shirt Edmure wants to get him.

“No,” Cat says, “he definitely has nothing of the sort.”

“Oh, great. And I was wondering, what does Jon like?”

… Cat had not expected that question, but then again maybe because Jon didn’t ask them for anything and when Ned pressed he insisted he didn’t want a present, really, and then they had to ask Robb to find out what he might actually want.

“Robb is the only person who actually has a clue of what that kid likes,” Cat sighs, “he wouldn’t tell any of us. I mean, I’m fairly sure he likes Rhaegar’s fairly terrible music, but I’d rather not go there.”

“What does he even like?”

“Grunge,” Cat sighs. “Just don’t. That said, er, he’s actually… I mean, he definitely likes dark colors and he most wears black and gray because he likes it, Robb confirmed me he’s kind of not into Disney in the sense that he goes along with it because Robb likes those movies and the only book he had with when he got here was… some collection of Irish fairytales. I checked and it’s all… sort of depressing, I guess?”

“As in what, kidnapped children everywhere and so on?”

“Yes, but it’s almost falling apart. I think he does like it a lot.”

“Hm, so dark aesthetic and depressing fairytales?”

“Pretty much.”

“And what are you getting him?”

“New clothes. Or better, most stuff he had was either too small or too large so we’re just getting him new pjs and some other things like that.”

“All black?”

“So it seems,” she shrugs.

“I think I have an idea or two,” Edmure says, and - well. Maybe he would, Catelyn says. He’s barely twenty, after all, and she can barely keep along with Robb and Sansa’s specific interests - maybe he knows more than both Ned and her.

“Good,” Cat tells him. “Don’t show up late.”

“I hope not,” he says.

–

Pregnant or not, Cat is not going to slouch and good thing Ned can follow instructions and bend over to place food into the oven when he can’t cook something himself. They organized things so that on Christmas Eve Jon, Sansa and Robb would spend the day at her uncle’s so they could cook without kids running all over the place, and then Jon Connington was going to bring them over for dinner while her uncle goes to get Edmure at the airport, and it went splendidly. There’s enough food to feed all of them twice, an acceptable amount of alcohol, they have all the presents ready and stashed in the storage room and by the time Benjen arrives before everyone else with wine and his bag of presents, too, they stash them there as well.

“Robb and Sansa -” he starts.

“Still haven’t figured out Santa isn’t real?” Ned laughs. “No. I think Jon never actually bought that in the first place but he swore left and right he was going to go along with it.”

“You know his father’s family completely fucked up?”

“Don’t you tell me,” Ned groans.

Cat can only echo the sentiment.

–

Jon Connington and the kids arrive just before her uncle and Edmure, who hands her a backpack telling her to put it into the storage room - sneaky, no one would have thought there were presents inside it since after all he could have had clothes in there. He introduces himself to Jon Connington, they never met before after all, and at that point Cat notices that Jon is kind of staying somewhere behind Robb and purposefully not getting in the way of anyone else he doesn’t know.

She’s about to see if she has to do something about it but then thankfully Robb does that and introduces Jon to Edmure as well with a very nonchalant you met the first Jon you should also meet the one who lives with us. 

Cat kind of feels horrible at how politely Jon introduces himself when Robb never even knew the meaning of the word, but Edmure seems to have him figured out and doesn’t press or tries to make conversation at all costs. Which Jon seems to appreciate, which makes Cat relieved because in theory he’s sitting in between Edmure and Robb (she had thought to sit him next to Robb and Jon Connington so he’d feel more at ease, but then both Robb and Jon said that absolutely not, the other Jon had to sit with Cat’s uncle because they totally liked each other - Cat had completely missed that development but if they seem so sure of it far from her to discourage it), so if they get along it’s good.

Jon also looks completely flabbergasted at seeing how much food they have on there. He also seems about to protest when she tells him to just help himself to whatever. The other Jon about flinches at the sight.

She figures she’ll ask later.

–

After a while, Jon does seem to get that no one will have his hide for getting more of the alcohol-less plum pudding she made specifically for herself, him, Robb and Sansa (no one else would want it anyway so it’s not like they have much concurrence). But he also seems to look at all of them as if they’re aliens whenever Robb or Edmure aren’t talking to him (Sansa’s sprawling all over her lap at this point so she’s not too interested in whatever the other kids are doing), and Cat would really like to know what’s the point, except that -

“Cat?” Jon Connington whispers, leaning against her side.

“Yes?”

“If you’re wondering what’s his problem, let’s just say Christmas Eve dinner at Aerys’s is a screaming match from beginning to end.”

“What,” she whispers.

“I’ve been twice. Rhaegar always managed to excuse himself halfway through and ran off somewhere else, but no one else could.”

“… never mind,” Cat says, entirely understanding the point now.

Of course he’d think they were all aliens when instead they’re just… being normal people, she supposes.

At this point she figures she’ll just play along and let him figure that out for himself.

–

Later, she excuses herself to head for midnight mass with Sansa who insists to come with her - Ned doesn’t really practice so she doesn’t drag him along, her brother doesn’t either and her uncle’s definitely landed on agnosticism a long time ago but they’re adults and it’s nothing that they ever argued about. If they ever want to come, the door’s open. Meanwhile she already feels herself smile as she takes her place and sings her lungs out, and by the time she leaves she feels lighter and she’s prayed for things to go over well next year, and she hopes someone’s hearing her.

But considering how it went until now, maybe someone is.

–

When she comes back, both Robb and Jon are dead to the world (in Robb’s room of course), and Sansa is also dead to the world, so she puts her to bed.

Everyone else proceeds on putting presents under the tree and remove biscuits from the windowsill (they don’t have a chimney so Robb got creative), then she figures that they have enough space and tells Benjen to take the couch while Edmure can have the cot in their room and her uncle and the other Jon can share the one double in the guest room. They don’t refuse.

She’s almost thinking that Robb and Jon might have been right about those two liking each other.

–

The next morning, she wakes up when she hears Robb screaming from the other room, so it’s a bit later than her usual. She drags herself out of bed to find people opening presents all over the living room. Robb looks delighted with the Star Wars shirt and has barely glanced at the rest, including whatever fancy thing Brandon sent over, so she figures that her brother can pick presents well -

And then she notices Jon staring at a medium-sized package wrapped in black paper, damn but Edmure did take her seriously, and frantically checking that he didn’t read it wrong and it’s really addressed to him.

She kind of wants to cry when he quietly walks up to the other Jon and Edmure, who had signed the tag, and asks if maybe they got mixed up and it’s for him.

“As much as it’s been a pleasure to know him yesterday,” Edmure says, admirably faking cheerfulness, “we hadn’t met before so I couldn’t have bought him a present, right?”

“But you hadn’t met me either,” Jon protests.

“Well, you live with his sister, I don’t,” his namesake says. “No, it’s definitely yours.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Jon keeps on saying. Robb is looking at the scene now, after having switched whatever he was wearing for the Star Wars shirt, but he’s not butting in.

“There’s a lot of things I don’t have to do,” Edmure shrugs. “So, are you opening it or are you going to let Robb have the honors? Because I’m not so sure it’s his thing. Never mind that I don’t think he likes black much.”

“Of course not,” Robb confirms, not moving an inch and going back to pretending to care about Lysa’s present, which is some book he definitely doesn’t seem to care for.

Jon looks moderately convinced and tears open the wrapping paper. Cat moves closer to check what Edmure cooked up and - it’s a VHS, for some Nightmare Before Christmas movie she’s never heard of in her life but… given that on the cover there’s a skeleton and what looks like a rag doll and it definitely doesn’t look like standard Disney stuff, maybe she can guess why Edmure thought it was a good idea.

Jon checks the back with the face of someone who’s not quite sure he’s actually not dreaming whatever it is he’s doing and then his eyes light up as he reads the plot on the back. “This - this looks so cool,” he finally says, and good thing that Robb has turned his back on him and proceeded to keep up the noise on the other side of the room where Sansa is about to faint over the inane number of Barbie dolls she got. He probably knows that if everyone just stops doing whatever it was they were busy at and focus on Jon only he might not take it too well. Cat pretends to stare down at her tea and instead decides that yes, Jon isn’t being polite or faking it, he genuinely looks delighted at that, and she figures they’re in for a long while of watching-the-skeleton-movie-all-day, but then again, it can’t be worse than that month Robb only wanted to watch The Sword in the Stone.

“Oh, good, then I guess my presents game is still strong,” Edmure grins, looking very pleased with himself. “And by the way, I don’t know if my sister made it clear, but I do buy presents for people I’m related to unless we argued horribly or I hate them. Do you remember you and I arguing horribly lately?”

“… No?”

“There you go then,” Edmure says, with a nonchalance Cat envies him, and for a moment she thinks Jon’s going to start crying for how wet his eyes are (in the good way, though), but then he doesn’t and he merely just wipes at them and says thank you so politely it would be cute if she didn’t know why he’s like that.

“You’re welcome,” Edmure replies, and Jon miraculously doesn’t flinch when Edmure leans down to mess up his dark curls, this while Robb is looking very satisfied at how the entire thing is going down while preventing his sister from dying in frustration over not being able to get one of the doll boxes open.

Ned looks like he could cry, though. She smiles at him across the room as she drinks her tea and moves her hand over her stomach and thinks, maybe someone did hear me indeed after all.

For being the first Christmas they spent together, after all, it couldn’t have gone better.

(Also, she definitely needs to have her brother around more often, and she’s sure he’ll be glad to hear it later.)

#jon snow #edmure tully #catelyn stark #ned stark #my fic #LKJSAFLKDJFLKASJF #IDEK WHAT THE HELL THIS IS ANON I HOPE IT'S GOOD?? #sorry again me and children are what we are #and I JUST HOPE THE REST WAS DECENT #idek #THIS WILL GIVE YOU CAVITIES #honestly I picked cat because it was the least cavities-like pov I could come up with #HOPEFULLY IT'S DECENT #MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS GUYS #Anonymous #ask post #headcanon tag fic

[khymer-vulture]

Work really wore me out, I overslept today, anyways, here’s a fic for you guys!

I’ll post a Christmas themed one on X-mas eve c:

(Set before Sanctuary.)

Rachel had grown into quite the confident woman, she and Isaac made quite a team together during their travels. Ray was obviously the brain, and Zack the brawn. It was also thanks to their teamwork that they have changed physically and emotionally as well, they were very healthy in appearance, but they also had less burdens on their minds ever since opening up to each other over time and eventually realizing their feelings for one another.

Every different type of civilization they ventured across, the couple would come up with a short plan to scope the ins and outs of the place for the main things, shelter and security. Finding a roof over their head was one main need, the other was to make sure the authorities weren’t meddlesome, or any of the street life weren’t threatening. A few times during their journey, they have come across close calls, with police catching up to stop them for identification, only for them to slip away. Another was with hostile stray beasts and stray people as well, nothing Zack couldn’t take care of.

However, this usual routine was needed as of now, they were approaching a rather bustling city, and bustling means there would be more vigilant cops looming about. The pair stopped into a back alley to rest their tired feet for a while, even pull out some provisions they kept on hand to refuel their energy.

“This place is gonna be a real pain in the ass t’ get around…” Zack grumbled as he twisted open a bottle of water, “god damn pigs are gonna be patrollin’ around the place…”

“I can search the area, there should be spots that police won’t scour very often,” Ray said as she stood up, “I’ll even find where the hotels are.”

Zack glanced at the woman, “Don’t get yourself into any trouble, alright?”

“I’ll do my best…and besides…” Ray continued, “you did teach me how to fight.”

That made Zack chuckle to himself, “Atta girl. Come back in an hour, and lemme know what ya’ find.”

As she parted, she began to recall the day Zack did decide to teach Ray his knowledge of self-defense and combat. It was out of the blue, but he was right to do it.

“Hey Ray, come here…I’m gonna teach ya’ how to kick some asses,” Zack grunted.

“Fighting?”

“Yeah, since yer’ stickin’ with me, there’s gonna be a time where I can’t be around to beat some fucker down or slash some throats to anyone that’s gonna give ya’ some trouble,” Zack said, “So, I’ll be teachin’ you what I know about fighting.”

He then pat at his chest, “First, I want ya’ to hit me, as hard as you can.”

That made Rachel uneasy, she often didn’t have the will to hit anyone, she was more bold with weapons, but fighting with her bare hands was another thing. It also made her think about the times she was struck by her parents and she felt too helpless to do anything. Not to mention, she did not want to hurt Zack in any way.

“It’s fine, Ray…you know I can take a hit, I wanna see what your toughest strikes are,” Zack said, then pounded at his chest again, “show me what ya’ got, girl!”

Rachel took a breath, then clenched a fist, she recalled all the times Zack socked another person unconscious or bloody, she reeled her hand back and quickly propelled it at Zack’s abdomen. She winced a little just from how firm the man’s muscles were, but Zack didn’t even flinch, rather, he seemed unimpressed.

“Uhh…was that your hardest?”

He was staring at her with raised brow and a confused expression, this made Ray’s face turn slightly red as she nodded. Zack grumbled to himself as he ruffled his hair, she really had poor strength in her arms to fend herself off, for the time being. His heterochromatic eyes gazed downward to her legs, she was leggier than most women, he had to admit, but perhaps she could put them to other use.

“Try kickin’ me then,” Zack replied, “don’t care where, just not below the front of the belt.”

Well, a swift kick in the rear wouldn’t make her feel too bad, sometimes Zack did need one for being so pigheaded. She picked her leg up and quickly swung it towards Isaac, striking him rather hard in the buttocks. That actually made him flinch a little with a surprised look on his face.

“Damn, okay, you can kick hard…better than those wet noodles ya’ call arms,” Zack said as he rubbed at the kicked area.

So kicking was her biggest strength, it could be useful, she could kick a guy in the crotch, knock him down, and strike him in the throat while he’s stunned. Zack even showed her where exactly to hit on the neck, even going to let her know what part of the head to hit if she wanted to knock someone out. Zack even showed her where to hit if she wanted to make a possibly lethal move – the temple. He didn’t even get to the topic of melee weapons yet, that was something for another time.

The memory was a little humorous, since it was something Zack took seriously, and he didn’t skimp on any details when it came to educating Ray about fighting someone. At least that was one of the many things he was passionate about.

She continued her task of scouting a small area of the city, figuring out if any authorities had a higher rate of patrolling compared to others. There were a couple of cars passing by here and there, but none of them slowed down or stopped to investigate suspicious looking people. They seem more concerned to pull over people who committed traffic offenses within the city. One issue was out of the way, now for the other, which was finding a roof over their head. Sure, a city had an abundance of abandoned properties to hole up in, but seeing this is a city, who knows what inhabits them – could be heckling bums to even swarms of rats. Rachel did manage to find a couple of small inns and hotels, though the prices did vary over the conditions they were kept, she’ll have to talk with Zack over which one he’d prefer to settle in the most.

Since she was out, she may as well restock on some provisions before they decide where they were going to stay the night. After a quick purchase, Ray noticed that did walk quite a distance, and did her best to follow her steps back to Isaac. If she recalled, she did pass by a few bus stops and a couple of vendors, followed by several crosswalks. As soon as Rachel saw an entrance to a back alley, she knew that was her path to reuniting with Zack. At least, that was what she hoped, the pathway appeared much different compared to where she first started off, perhaps if Ray continued onward, she could find which area the two of them stopped for a break.

Rachel stayed composed, Zack had taught her for moments of being alone like this. She had lost how much time had passed during her moment of scouting, all she cared now for the moment was to tell him her findings. Ray didn’t even notice that there were others that lurked among the back alleys she was shortcutting through. A small group of three just chatting about, dressed in slightly torn and bagged clothing, they seemed to be younger than Zack, but older than her, and they all had that sinister gleam in their eyes the moment they caught a glance at Ray.

She kept her nerves calm, even as the men backed away from one another to start gathering around Ray, one began giving her a rather smug grin, which irked her a little bit – no wonder Zack wasn’t fond of the smiles of others.

“Hey babe, what’s the hurry?” one of the men asked, “never seen you around here…you new to the city? How about me and the boys show you around the place. We know all the best spots.”

“Not interested, I need to be on my way. I’m already late to meet up with him…”

Him. Zack, hinting that she was already spoken for, which she should see the agitation in the man’s face, while the others chuckled and jeered the man.

“Looks like she’s got a guy, tough luck,” one of them laughed.

Now that the man’s attention was turned to one of his cronies to snap back at them, Ray took the chance to slink away so she could continue to where Isaac was. Unfortunately, the man wasn’t as easily sidetracked as she had hoped.

“Hey, I’m not done talking with you yet, you little slut!”

Rachel felt the man roughly yank her shoulder, then shove her against the wall, causing her to drop her bag of groceries. She was a little disoriented at first, until she felt a hard and burning shock across her face. She had been slapped. It was an all too familiar pain, done by both male and female hands. However, she didn’t get a sense of fear or that helplessness of being victimized like how it was with her parents. She didn’t know this man, not in the slightest. Instead, she felt her agitation rise, and that need to put that man in his place swarmed in her mind. This must be exactly what Isaac taught her in a situation like this.

The man saw Ray glare at him, which only fueled his anger.

“Don’t be givin’ me that look, bitch.”

Her fists clenched and she could see the other two men ready to jump in to hold her down, but she was determined to fight. One man approached the left, the other to the right.

As soon as the man on the left reached to grab her arm, something collided into his face, and sent him toppling to the ground. The other men were startled and tried to find out what knocked out part of their group, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and quickly took out the other with a swift punch in the throat, then a blow to the face. Rachel felt the final man let go of her so he could make a run for it, but he was quickly tackled to the ground. Ray could hear a familiar and angered growl and focused her attention to the man, Isaac had just ambushed the group before they could gang up on her.

Zack was wrestling with the man below him to sneak in some hits, but the man kept blocking or knocking his fists away, then took a swing at Zack. Soon, the two men were fighting for who was on top to beat the hell out of their opponent, until Isaac kicked his opponent off, then got to his feet to attack him again. The man felt no sense of retreat anymore, and charged back at him. They exchanged blows at any given turn, and throwing each other across the alley to disorient them. Blood splattered and dripped onto the walls and ground with every punch, lips were split, noses were nearly broken, and knuckles were busted, every attack was breaking skin. They were both battered and unwilling to give up, but Zack was not a fair fighter. Isaac managed to grab the back of the man’s neck and swiftly shoved his face towards the brick building. He managed to stop himself within seconds, with the tip of the punk’s nose touching the hard stone.

The thug was shaking just how far he was to having a broken skull, but Isaac wasn’t done yet, he stomped on the man’s leg, breaking that instead, and to force him onto his knees. Zack wouldn’t even let him hunch over in pain, instead, he bent an arm back, then roughly grasped his hair to force his head up and look right at Rachel.

“This is the mother fucker that hit you, right?”

Rachel could see past the strands and splatters of blood on Zack’s face that he was livid. He had been angry numerous times before but not to this caliber, all because this assailant had the audacity to lay a hand on her and cause her harm.

“Yeah, that’s him…” Rachel replies.

“Then ya’ got a free hit off him, go ahead and make it hurt.”

Rachel stared at the man, she could see pain in his expression, but also anger. It was anger that he had been beaten, this gave her little pity to offer the thug. So, she reeled a leg back and swung her foot forward as hard as she could.

The man couldn’t even utter a sound, that, or his scream was so high pitched only dogs could hear it. Ray had kicked him right between the legs, even Zack winced a little from the thought of the pain, though, the fucker deserved every second of it. He didn’t want the punk to find his voice and let out an actual sound of pain, so he offered the only bit of mercy he did have, a swift punch to his head to knock him right the fuck out. The man dropped within seconds, twitching a little bit from a reflex of agony coursing through his body. Isaac grasped Rachel’s hand, while he picked up the small bag of food and drinks, then lead her far away from the havoc.

He didn’t say anything, only walked onward until they were back to where they started, then he set the bag down and let go of her hand. Zack turned around as he placed a hand on her face so he could inspect the area that was slapped. Her face was red and a little swollen from such a slap, it made him growl to himself to see a pained mark on Rachel’s face.

“It’ll go away, Zack…it always does…”

“Don’t go sayin’ that shit, Ray…it ain’t alright…” Zack grumbled, then brought his hands back and began to pull apart the wrappings off one of them. “I heard what he called ya’ and saw what he did...made me wish I had my fucking scythe and hack him into bits…”

Ray could see Zack’s hand be freed of the strips of cloth, and spotted the varied tracks of scars along his skin. Isaac raised his hand back up to Rachel’s face, now gently placing it on her affected cheek. She winced a little from the sting of her sensitive skin reacting to touch, but with how tender he was caressing her face, the sting was slowly melting away.

“It’s better that you didn’t Zack…”

“Why’s that?” he asked.

Rachel slyly smirked to herself, “I wouldn’t have gotten him back if you killed him.”

Zack snickered a little, just to see the look of pain and despair on the thug’s face after a kick like that. Sure it was painful for a man like himself to watch, but damn, it was worth to see a scumbag get his just desserts, especially after they struck his girlfriend. That one thought did make heat crawl upon his face, internally declaring her as a romantic partner was still something different to take in. He never thought he’d honestly live the life of having someone to share it with.

“Is this feeling better?” he asked, continuing his gentle caresses of her cheek.

It was, she was almost forgetting that burning and stinging sensation that was crawling across her face earlier, her response was to lean against his touch with a soft sigh.

“Yeah, a lot better…”

Isaac has touched her face many times, but this was skin on skin contact, and it was feeling incredibly soothing and intimate. His body had always been incredibly warm, which did help quell the pain, along with his sweet touch. Rachel gently nuzzled the palm of his hand, which sent his heart fluttering for a moment, the pain may be soothed now, but he wanted to ensure it. He recalled an old memory during his youth, when he was on the streets, Zack could hear some brat crying over a scraped knee.He just watched from a far distance wondering why a kid would bawl over such a minor wound - the kid didn’t know the true meaning of hurt. However, the child’s mother simply tended to the scrape, then placed a band-aid on it, but what made the child cease crying was she kissed the pained area. It was an odd sight, but he just scoffed, no amount of kisses would’ve made the pain of his burns go away.

That was how he thought back then, perhaps it was a faint sense of jealousy that he couldn’t understand what a normal childhood was like. It didn’t matter anyway, he recalled that memory, because of what the woman did to soothe the child’s hurt.

Isaac slid his hand down so he could gently cup her chin, then leaned closer to her. Rachel faintly blushed, expecting a needy kiss from Zack, but instead, his lips found their way to her cheek. It was a sweet and delicate little kiss, but since this was Zack, he had to do it again to make sure Ray didn’t feel hurt ever again. Rachel’s heart pounded in her chest, but she was touched by Zack’s need to console her after such an event.

“S-Sorry if I got any blood on ya’…I should’ve wiped off my ugly mug first…” Zack said with a sheepish chuckle.

“It’s fine, it’s the thought that counts,” Ray said, as Zack brought up a sleeve to clean off her skin. “You’re hurt pretty bad though…”

“It’s nothin’, got worse scrapes from jackasses like him…was surprised how hard that fucker put up a fight,” Zack said, glancing at his bloodied wrappings. “do I really look bad?”

“You could use some cleaning up, I don’t really know the extent with all those bandages on your face, we’ll need to find a room so I can properly tend to them,” Ray replied, “o-oh…that reminds me…this area is pretty lax with cops, and there’s a hotel nearby…we can go there and take care of your wounds…”

“I’m supposed t’ be taking care of you right now,” Zack said with a huff.

“You did, and now it’s my turn,” Ray replied with a smile, then pulled Zack down for a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks for taking care of those thugs…I was ready to show them what you taught me.”

“C’mon don’t be kissin’ me when I’m all messed up and bloody, shit…do that later…” Zack whined, “…n-no problem, though…I should probably teach you how to use weapons…seeing how that fucker struggled so hard…hate to see ya’ as roughed up as I am…I would’ve broken his neck for sure if he did.”

“You can teach me later, getting you patched up comes first…” Ray said, stepping back some. “Let’s get going, and I’ll book us a room.”

Zack responded by sliding his hand up to lace his fingers with hers, allowing her to lead the way while letting any other potential catcallers know ‘Hey, she’s mine’. He picked up his scythe, while Ray picked up the small bag of groceries to take with them on the way to the nearest hotel.

When Rachel did get them shelter for the night, Zack went to the bathroom to tear off his torn and bloodied wrappings, then wash his face of any other traces of blood. He did look pretty roughed up, part of his eyebrow bust open, he still had a split lip, his knuckles were scraped, and his nose was a little swollen from getting struck.

“Fucking Christ, I look like hell…”

Ray saw Zack reluctantly step out without his wrappings on, he did look banged up from the fight, but it was nothing a little bit of first aid can’t do.

“Your nose isn’t feeling too tender is it?”

“Nah…just a little gross from all the blood spillin’ out of it,” Zack replied.

“That’s a relief, at least it’s not broken…”

It was still obvious that Zack did not like the rubbing alcohol part of tending the wounds, as much as it stung, he didn’t want to hear the usual lectures about infections – he knew what it was for, it still stung like a bitch. After patching up every visible wound, Ray even took it upon herself to help Zack rewrap parts of his body, she even got out his usual spool of bandages to begin the ritual.

“Nah, keep ‘em off for now,” Zack mumbled.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine with ya’ lookin’ at me,” Zack said, “ya’ already made it clear you’re not turned away by ‘em…plus, there’s still this to do…”

Before Ray could ask what, he planted his lips on hers. Now that he’s all cleaned up and patched, Rachel can get a proper kiss this time.

“Told ya’ it was gonna be done later,” Zack said with a soft chuckle.

“So, it was,” Ray replied with a small grin.

“Does yer’ cheek still hurt?”

“No, it’s stopped hurting after you’ve tended to it,” Ray replied, “I almost forgot about it until you mentioned it.”

“Good, I don’t want any fucker hittin’ ya like that ever again,” Zack proclaimed. “Or even think of hittin’ you at all.”

Isaac sure as hell was truthful about that, from the look on his face, and how brutal he fought, he would’ve torn those men asunder for daring to harm her. Even though she was taught to defend herself, and was prepared to put those skills to the test, Zack jumped in to put those thugs in their place and defend her honor.

That reminds her…

“There’s still more you need to teach me, Zack,” Ray said, “you mentioned weapons.”

“Right, right…gotta show you how to slash some fuck if they get in your face…” Zack mumbled, “some shit I’mma keep to myself, you gotta find your own style to use a knife.”

During the remainder of the day, Zack used whatever utensil he could find to simulate a knife, teaching her how to properly wield it and fight with the weapon. He even showed her both lethal and non-lethal areas for killing or subduing, but he did make it obvious that some techniques he was going to stay quiet about. Isaac had his own unique way of doing things that he would prefer to keep to himself. Since Zack had been teaching her how to properly fight, she decided to share some of her own knowledge. Isaac’s clothing was a little roughed up from the fight and needed some places stitched, so she decided to teach him just the basics of patching up holes.

Places they normally stay in often had a small sewing kit stashed in the same closet where the ironing boards were kept. She never took them with her, it was a good prevention from ever feeling that sinister need to sew living things. However, teaching him was kind of fun, something to help Zack be a little independent when she isn’t around. Same reason for Zack to teach her his knowledge.

Night eventually fell and the couple retired for the night, Zack remained without his bandages so he could sleep comfortably. He had Rachel wrapped around his arms in a much more protected fashion than usual, she was pressed against his chest with his face nuzzled in her hair, and his arms wrapped around her waist and her shoulders. Ray had done the same in return, wrapping her arms around his waist, and had tangled her legs with his.

It was clear that nothing in this world was going to come between them, if one was threatened, the other would step in to protect them, and comfort them. As of now they were in the highest level of comfort, snuggled together as they snoozed peacefully. They could only hope no one would dare to harass them the next day, if that be the case, they had both partners to fear.

#satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #angel of slaughter #khymer's fanfics #i'm a sucker for comfort fluff

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Scarecrow

So with all of the theories going around, whether Scarecrow could be Hide or not, I got inspired to write this little thingy. 

Pls note that this is my first time writing a fanfiction and that English is not my first language! So If you spot any mistakes or things I could improve on, don’t hesitate to tell me! 

You can also read this on AO3! 

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul 

Characters: Hide (centric), Kaneki, Touka (slight Hidekane)

Word count: 1765

Rating: G - T ? I’m not really familiar with this tbh

Preview:   He could not wait to finally see his face up close again, to finally talk to him again. And boy, they needed to have a long talk as soon as possible. A talk that would clear up everything, solve all the misunderstandings and bring them back a part of all the time they lost. Four years were such a long time and he wondered what had changed. Would he even be able to recognize him anymore? His face certainly looked a little different than it did before.

Read it under the cut!

It was the valentines day fair. And everybody was fighting.

There were tons of corpses littering the floor where just a few moments ago people had been standing and celebrating. Some of the attendants might have thought that the ghouls would not be this cruel. They surely would not plan an attack during a festival of love and peace, right? But they were wrong. They did not expect the sheer ferocity that was the clowns.

Now most of them laid on the ground, bathing in their own blood or the blood of other citizens. Yet the battle continued and got even more brutal when the CCG arrived.

Everyone was fearing for their lives, trying to get away and protect their loved ones at all costs. Because of that, nobody noticed the dark figure standing in an alleyway and carefully observing the events. Their silhouette looked like the one of an old man, clothed in a thick coat and a hat. But what one could not see was his face. It was covered by an old looking straw sack with a henohenomoheji-face painted onto it. The same face young school children would use for their kakashi, thus earning himself the name of 'Scarecrow'.

How he could remain unnoticed by clowns and humans alike was a mystery. Strangely, he seemed to always know when exactly he had to leave his hiding spot, so that the investigators entering the now deserted alleyway were only able to pick up a silent and quickly disappearing cough, if they listened closely.

Like that he managed to quietly observe the whole battle and take notes in his head concerning certain investigators that could become useful in the future. That was, however, until a particular group of ghouls entered the raging battle in the 22nd ward. Their white suits could be seen from far away, sticking out of the smoke and shining in the sunlight. Nobody knew who that group was and what they had in mind, except for the individual called 'Scarecrow' who would have recognized their leader in any time and place. Just one look at the mask covering his face, his hair and the way he moved had him retreating further into the small alley. How could it be that he and his group chose to appear right at the place he was currently investigating? He had certainly not planned a meeting this early, which meant that he had to be extra careful to not be noticed by the new ghouls. He could see it in the eyes hidden behind their masks that their senses were on a whole new level which would serve as quite the challenge for his hiding skills.

The 'Scarecrow' was just moving to head deeper into the alley he was currently standing in when his eyes ghosted over the group of ghouls once again and then met with the one of their leader. Of course he knew that he could not recognize him in any possible way due to his disguise but the look he saw in his eye triggered something in his mind and body, which had him stumbling backwards and quickly hiding at the end of the alleyway behind some boxes.

How long had it been since he had seen this eye or his other one this close? He wondered if it had always looked this lost. Of course you could also see the determination and strength lying behind this orb, but if you looked closely all that disappeared and what was left was the eye of a disorientated little boy, totally lost in the role he had to fulfil. Was he the only one who noticed this? Was this boy completely alone with all of his insecurities and hidden doubts?

Thinking of that urged him to just run out of this alley to the side of the ghoul and pull him into a warm hug. A hug, which they had shared once before, in a time and place long gone and forgotten. He had to try his hardest to resist that urge. It was affecting his throat more than all the running and hiding he had been doing on this day and he was starting to cough once again. Just like the other times the pain seemed to spread from that one specific point just above his left collarbone through his throat and neck to reach his left cheek. It usually faded after a few moments but this time his large scar continued to ache for more than five, long minutes.

'I can't go on like this', he thought to himself, still coughing and hiding behind the boxes, 'I need to get out of here before anyone notices me.'

He could certainly not risk being discovered and arrested when he had already gathered this much information and was just about to meet up with the person, he had been hiding from for all those years by now. Until now there was just one person who knew what he had been doing for all this time. Hopefully, she had kept quiet, like he told her to. Soon the wait would be over after all.

After taking a few moments to gather his remaining breath, the figure got up, cast one last glance towards the familiar ghoul fighting on the bloody street and then made his way through narrow, dark alleys until he reached a seemingly abandoned apartment building.

Of course he had another small apartment in the 15th ward, where he spent most of the time he was not undergoing some examinations in the hospital. But for his private investigations he needed another hideout to store his disguise and weapons, so that nobody in his neighbourhood would be suspicious of him. Luckily, he managed to discover this empty building during one of his long walks through the different parts of Tokyo. It was perfect. Due to the barricaded windows and doors, nobody could see what was going on inside and he could go after his work undisturbed.

Standing on his tiptoes, he pulled down the fire ladder which he then used to climb up to a window on the second floor. He barely made it inside the dusty and dark room, until he broke down, coughing and fiddling with the rope around his neck that held his mask in place.

The moment he managed to loosen it, he pulled away the straw sack and took a deep, long breath. It really felt good to finally breath some fresh air again, even if it was filled with dust and every little breath hurt his throat. Absently he raised his hand to touch the centre of the pain, right below his Adam's apple but quickly flinched away when he made contact with the leather-like texture of his scar. He could not live through one day of his life without being reminded of that certain day and the decision he had made. Did he feel any regret? Not really, if he thought about it. He managed to save his best friend without dying in the process, which was a great success from his point of view.

With the pain being mostly gone now, he moved to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling. 'This poor guy probably still doesn't know a thing about what was going on', he thought to himself while shaking his head. And it was not easy for him either. Hearing and seeing his best friend fight (and almost die) at the auction had caused him so much grief. He had wanted to reveal himself to him so badly, but also known that he would not have remembered him. It was not his fault, he knew that. To remember everything he needed to fight even more battles, mostly within himself. And now, that he finally knew who he was, the timing was not right again.

He had already spoken with that other person and she supported his belief that this reveal would just distract him from the important task at hand and their new organization, Goat.

A silent, suffocated giggle escaped his lips.

'Seriously, who else would've come up with such a name, if not you?'

He could not wait to finally see his face up close again, to finally talk to him again. And boy, they needed to have a long talk as soon as possible. A talk that would clear up everything, solve all the misunderstandings and bring them back a part of all the time they lost. Four years were such a long time and he wondered what had changed. Would he even be able to recognize him anymore? His face certainly looked a little different than it did before.

Having thought of that, he got up and walked over to a dusty mirror hanging from one of the broken, old walls. It was like a miracle that it only had one large crack, going straight through the middle and dividing the face of the person looking into it in two halves.

The right half of his face was mostly unscathed except for a scar over his eyebrow and, of course, the large one beginning at the crook of his neck.

He brushed his now dark brown, shoulder long hair out of the way to reveal his whole throat. The leather-like scar was starting at his left collar bone, went on to covering nearly all of his throat from just below his Adam's apple onwards and then moved to his left cheek where it stopped just below his cheek bone. It was not nice to look at, but it did not disfigure him either. It was just there, a constant reminder of that night and of his undying devotion and love towards his most precious person.

If not having this scar meant abandoning him in that important moment, he would choose to wear it for his whole lifetime. After all, the doctors did everything they could and now he was able to almost live a normal life, except for having to visit the hospital every week and not being able to speak properly anymore. In his view it was a relatively small prize he had to pay for being able to save that special person. And now it would not be long until they could finally meet again. If everything went right, he would be waiting for him at the coffee shop in just a few days time.

A soft smile formed on his lips and he looked directly into the mirror.

'I can't wait to see the look on you face when I finally come home, Ken.'

#hope you all enjoy this #i had fun writing it #although english is hard... #tokyo ghoul #tg #tokyo ghoul re #tgre #hideyoshi nagachika #hide #kaneki ken #kaneki #touka kirishima #hidekane #fanfic #fanfiction #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #nagachika hideyoshi #mystuff #scarecrow #tg 111