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Violet Evergarden: Booklet 8

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Back when we first met, she was a doll that didn’t talk.

It made me want to kick her and ask if she was alive. The way she was at that time, she probably wouldn’t have reacted even if she did get kicked.

The world after the war was vividly colored. And yet, it was as if she were living by herself in a grey realm. As if she were trapped in a room where taste and scent didn’t exist. She acted like she were intently enduring unstoppable pain.

——Being with her is boring.

But I couldn’t get my eyes off her.

——Why’s she doing this?

She should’ve used her head. If she thought about it just a little bit, she could’ve figured things out.

——Such a pain in the ass.

She shouldn’t live life wearing her heart on her sleeve. She should be fake, put up a front.

——Protect yourself a little.

All Violet could say about life was that it was hard.

She could do more than twice as many things as an ordinary person could. Yet she was insufferably incapable of doing anything that she was bad at. She also wasn’t good at getting by, couldn’t tell lies and never ran away when she was supposed to.

Most likely, she’d never fought back. As to whom, it was probably against destiny. And probably against the guy called God. She just tamely obeyed them.

It different from person to person, but sure enough, there were people who shouldered mostly hurtful fates. Even when they thought it was over, they’d get involved in painful conflicts again. There was no salvation for people born under that kind of star. Even if they themselves didn’t wish for it, that was what would happen to them. The circumstances would bring it to them. Bring misfortune.

God must’ve been beating her up over and over.

Maybe Violet didn’t like that at first. It might’ve made her cry. But, well, once you got used to it, even violence could become a part of everyday life.

——Isn’t that right, Violet?

God definitely hated you.

Benedict Blue’s Violet

——There’s a doll making noises in this dark room.

The thing in the shape of a blond-haired, blue-eyed girl was earnestly playing a melody. The way her mechanical arms operated the machine made her look almost like a piano accompanist. The ticking typewriter sounds flowed endlessly, practically like music. Slow at first, gradually growing faster. Strong, strong, strong, gentle.

The conversation between machines finished quietly in the room. There was no praise or applause.

The way she simply typed the letters down as if offering a prayer made her look like a pilgrim. Of course, the doll was neither a musician nor a pilgrim. She was a lonely artist.

The doll’s occupation was of Auto-Memories Doll. A profession that had existed since before the war, but the nice old-fashioned job had become active exactly because the war was over. Those who didn’t know the gist of it very well would say that it was a temporary job for women before getting married to rich men. But that actually wasn’t the case.

Since this profession combined physical and brain labor, there were some people who stood out for making a name for themselves in the industry. If anything, the most demanded girls traveled around a lot. The fact that she had been left behind while the others had gone out and was writing down documents spoke volumes about her lack of popularity.

I knew why she was alone in this room right now.

She had gone on a ghostwriting business trip, but was rejected and came back. Apparently, the client had told her that he didn’t want a woman with prosthetic arms, who had marks of the war engraved into her body, ghostwriting for him.

The commissioner of the letter had lost his wife in the war. For the sake of the infant children that had been left to him, he had been searching for a new wife and finally managed to remarry. And so, he was looking for someone to write the wedding invitations. He probably wanted everyone to celebrate it. Like, “Congratulations; hope you’ll be happy together”. People from all over the world.

Of course he’d be disheartened if a girl like that turned up and showed her prosthetics during such a time. It must’ve felt like she was throwing cold water on his happiness. Something might have happened that reminded him of his late wife.

——Like I care, stupid. That ain’t something you can take out on her.

Cattleya went in her stead and got angry, saying he was a nasty man.

People who were hated by God had it hard, I thought.

——There’s a doll standing in front of the entrance, gentle wind blowing by her.

Having come back from a delivery, I found her on stand-by with a tight posture. When this woman was silent, she really was just like a doll.

Had she gone to a client’s house and been turned away again? Or had they told her that they wanted a different girl next time?

Auto-Memories Dolls were something else. I liked just sending deliveries better. I refused to bow subserviently to people who acted conceited. If it were me, I’d have long quit.

But Violet came to work every day.

——She’s got more guts than some.

I was lost as to whether or not I should talk to her. I couldn’t tell someone from a different line of work what they should do. “Cheer up; don’t let it get to you” – I didn’t know if this kind of line would have any effect on her. I had the feeling that she had no need for other people in the first place.

Still, in times like these, the guy that had taken us in would talk to her. “Little Violet, there’s always a next time. You can take it slow,” he’d say.

Before I went to talk to her, she spotted me and nodded in greeting.

“Violet.”

The name that sounded so pretty when it rolled out of my mouth was the one of a flower.

“Did you get turned away again? Hodgins won’t be mad at you. Let’s go in.”

Violet’s eyes blinked repeatedly. “No, I was not turned away today.”

A violet was a flower that bloomed with purple petals.

“Therefore, President Hodgins said we should have a meal as a celebration...”

No matter how many times it was stepped on, this flower never stopped living.

“I see; isn’t that great?”

For some reason, I was relieved, as if I had just confirmed that the chick I had been protecting was okay.

“Yes.”

“Make a happier face, would you... no, forget that. Don’t try to do it physically. Stop using your hands to make yourself smile.”

What a weirdo. She made me feel strange.

——There’s a doll walking around town dyed in the colors of sunset.

A Prussian-blue jacket. A snow-white ribbon-tie dress. An emerald brooch on the chest. A pair of cocoa-brown high-laced boots that made clicking sounds resound from the brick-paved road.

I was used to seeing that doll. To be more precise, she was a girl with the appearance of a doll.

Someone was bound to stand out if they were loitering on a bridge and staring at a map while everyone else was going home. She was in the way of traffic and just her get-up was already conspicuous enough.

The reason why I happened to easily spot her in an unfamiliar town at sunset – a time of the day when one’s vision would begin to worsen – wasn’t that I naturally paid conscious attention to her or anything of the sort. I was just in the middle of a delivery to somewhere a bit far on that day. It was two hours away from the capital Leiden going by motorcycle.

“We deliver to wherever our clients desire.”

That was my job. So it was generally similar to the work of that blond-haired, blue-eyed girl in front of my eyes. In her case, it was “we rush to wherever our clients desire”.

We used to meet in the office building often when work had just started, but lately, we didn’t see each other at all. Her number of commissions had likely increased. Things seemed to be going well for her. It looked like she was having some sort of problem, but she’d probably be okay even if I left her there.

——She gonna be fine, right?

Dressed in an outfit that seemed to pop straight out of a fairy tale, the girl continued glaring at the map.

——Hey, you gonna be fine, ain’t you, Violet?

She was a mysterious Auto-Memories Doll – so beautiful it was uncanny, yet with a somewhat wild aspect.

Some time had passed ever since our boss introduced her to us out of nowhere. We were told that she was an ex-soldier, but we didn’t know the details of her circumstances.

Several of the CH Postal Company’s staff members were unique fellows. A former girl soldier was quite a rare thing, but in any case, our president, Claudia Hodgins, was a former high-ranking soldier himself. Many of us were the kind to dash away without leaning on anyone, despite each having their own burden.

Probably because the president was also like that.

Therefore, well, even if she was younger than me, we were both independent people, so my personal opinion was that I should keep enough distance to watch over her growth rather than meddle in her business.

——She’s dicey...

I stayed like that and watched her walk for a while. Violet Evergarden never spoke up about being in trouble when she was in trouble, so the people around her just passed her by. As she avoided the flow of people while staring intently at the map all by herself, her figure was that of a lonely traveler.

——If you don’t know where to go, ask someone.

I wasn’t nice enough to call out to someone I wasn’t close to. But it wasn’t like we were strangers, either.

I suddenly heard a habitual voice, “Haah? So you ignored Little Violet when she was in a pinch? How insensitive can you be? You’re gonna leave a girl on her own even though it’s about to get dark? You’re a disgrace as a gentleman. Why won’t you talk to her? Are you being shy? Self-conscious? Is that it, Benedict?”

A scene that couldn’t be described as anything but “noisy” surfaced in my head. Tediously lectured by the man inside my brain, I started getting the feeling that I indeed should help her out.

Without any other choice, I concentrated my strength on my stomach and called her name as if yelling in anger, “VIOLET!”

She who was loved by the president like a princess reacted by perking up like a rabbit and then looked my way. When I waved at her to come over, she rushed towards me in a sprint. “Benedict, is something the matter?” That was the first thing she said, dealing me an under-shoulder swing-down.

“Don’t ask me if something’s the matter. What’s up with you...?”

“I have finished my ghostwriting business trip here, so I am about to go back to the company. I was informed by the townspeople that it should take about six hours on foot, so I was attempting to confirm the direction.”

“‘Walking’, you say...? How’d you get here?”

“By train up to a nearby area. I took an omnibus from there... however, as the ghostwriting took more time than the expected, I wound up missing the last ride.”

“You could just spend the night at an inn, y’know?”

“This is a distance that I can conquest by marching, so that would be a waste of time and funds.”

When I heard the word “marching”, I almost let out a sigh. As expected, it seemed she still couldn’t get over her soldier spirit.

“I’ll let you ride behind me... so let’s go back together.”

“Is that all right?”

“Obviously, since we’re going in the same direction. But even if you were going a different way, well, I’d still give you a lift.”

“I am heavy; will you be able to handle it...?”

I looked at her slender waist and neck, wondering what she meant by that, but then concluded she was talking about her prosthetics. Once she hopped on the motorcycle, its running speed undeniably slowed down. We had issues going through unpaved roads, as the tires mired in.

“Perhaps I should run behind you?”

About this girl’s stupid side, she always decided to sacrifice herself.

“No, there’s no meaning in that.”

Whenever I was with her, I understood why Hodgins had told me to take care of her.

“We can arrive together.”

“You dumb or what? This thing normally carries baggage much heavier than you, so it’s gonna be fine.”

“An excellent soldier it is.”

“You mean ‘an excellent motorcycle’.”

Inwardly, I was thinking, “I’m screwed.”

“Benedict.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you very much, Benedict.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“I shall pay you back somehow.”

“I get it already.”

“I cannot give you a fixed date for it at the moment, but... I will give you some sort of monetary compensation.”

“No need.”

“But...”

“I said I don’t need it.”

“Then can I count on you again another time?”

“You’re so cheeky all of a sudden.”

“Taking work efficiency into consideration, being given a ride by one of our company’s postmen is extremely helpful.”

“Aah, so that’s what this is about.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll do it if I feel like it.”

“Shoot,” I thought.

I was weak to stray dogs and cats that didn’t get too attached to people.

——There was a doll walking in the rain.

Leiden was on a shortage of rain lately, so this shower was literally a blessing. But for a postman carrying materials and letters that shouldn’t get wet by any means, it was nothing but a visitation of misfortune.

I decided it’d be best to have the lunch that I had missed rather than force myself to carry out the deliveries and fall off the motorcycle. When I walked into a café that I was well-acquainted with, I found a number of people that had taken shelter just like me.

——Good job at work, I whispered in my head to all the workers present.

I ordered a warm beverage and meal set first-thing and then went to take a seat. It wasn’t by my own request that I got a seat by the window. The waiter was the one who took the hint.

——All I have left to do is go back to the company after three more deliveries and then list the remaining ones.

Coffee was a delicious thing to drink while listening to the sound of gently falling rain.

——Speaking of which, I also gotta order the equipment that broke.

Thinking about work even when on break wasn’t a very good thing to do, but it couldn’t be helped considering the line of work of postmen. We were always pressed for time and even if we had a lot to do in one day, the amount of stuff we could handle was limited. I felt that even more keenly because I could sense from experience that my position was gradually rising within the company.

——I’ve got a lot to do. And after that... after that...

While thinking about this, I found something odd in the cityscape.

The view of Leiden was picturesque under rain. I myself liked the rain when I didn’t have to work. But no, that wasn’t it – I had spotted Violet running amidst the rain. She was holding a bag, which probably had letters in it, tight against her chest so that it wouldn’t get soaked.

I stood up from the chair without thinking. Albeit through glass, when Violet passed in front of my eyes, she also took notice of me and stopped.

Ever since I’d started giving her rides on my motorcycle, we came to a mutual understanding. That being said, she didn’t talk much, so I often called to her one-sidedly. I found out that she’d properly speak once spoken to.

“How ‘bout you take a break too?” I gesticulated.

“No, I will return to the company,” Violet replied by gesticulating too.

“That so? Thanks for the hard work.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

When I waved, Violet waved back a little. With no facial expression, she waved her hand.

Violet’s figure then quickly disappeared from sight, and I felt that the coffee I drank after this had kind of changed in flavor. I had the feeling that it gained a strange aftertaste.

——So she can wave her hand and stuff like that.

She probably wouldn’t have done that at first. I didn’t do it either. ‘Cause, like, it was the Violet Evergarden. The girl who tried to physically lift her cheeks when Hodgins told her to “stop the deadpan in front of the customers”, and then reported that it didn’t work. The girl who described walking a distance for hours as “marching”. The girl who took action as if she’d forgotten her emotions somewhere. The girl who was always looking only at her emerald brooch, as if she had nothing else that was close to her.

A girl who didn’t seem to have a single friend.

——And yet, she waved at me.

Maybe that moment just now was a crystallization of the time Violet and I had spent together until we got to this point? That fact tickled my heart in a sort-of mushy spot. For whatever reason, I felt that this I flavor, which I had never tasted before, was coming from the coffee. The feeling wasn’t as easy to understand as what I felt for other women... Rather, it was embarrassing to say it aloud, but this was the innocent kind of deep affection that you’d feel for a fellow human being.

——Guess it’s really the kind of happiness that you feel when a stray dog starts getting attached to you.

If a woman that I was having a crush on were drenched in rain, it would’ve probably sprouted ulterior motives in me. No, if I had to pick, she was more like an underling to me, wasn’t she?

Not understanding anything about this feeling, all I could do was worry about her catching a cold.

——I’m getting soft.

Aah, as I had thought, I was screwed. Pretty screwed.

——A doll brought a little kid over and is asking for the impossible.

“I would like to go looking for Lady Isabella York.”

I was wondering if she’d started to take notice of her own charm lately. How should I put it? No, she probably hadn’t noticed it. Rather, I was the one who had taken notice of it, hence why I’d find myself thinking that.

“Please...”

Hearing her ask for a favor felt quite ticklish.

I want you to consider this. Suppose there’s a stray dog or cat that you weren’t too close to and just started getting along with, what would you think if it started crying “meow, meow” at you?

“She is my friend.”

What would you think? It’d thug the strings of your heart, wouldn’t it?

“Benedict, can I count on you?”

Our president, who had caught this disease first, immediately threw this proposal at me.

——His rationality’s faltering. Deal with it a bit more like an adult.

Hodgins was head-over-heels for Violet. No, not in a weird sense. He really looked after her as if she were his own family. Age-wise, she was too big to be a child, but since she was so childish on the inside, he wound up treating her like a daughter.

When Violet said “please” with her blue eyes staring at him, he generally couldn’t refuse. Plus, whenever she asked for a favor, it was often in situations that had quite some urgency to them, which she really couldn’t do anything about on her own and she needed help for, so denying it would be inhumane. She normally didn’t rely on anyone, which made turning her down even nastier.

——Stop; don’t look at me. Don’t turn those wet eyes towards me.

“Benedict...”

——That ain’t fair. Taylor, don’t give me that same look either.

In the end, I accepted the job, but it was a pretty daunting one.

——There’s a doll knocking on the door at three in the afternoon.

The apartment I’d been renting ever since I started living in Leidenschaftlich was sordid. One could see to some extent what kind of life a person was living if they visited said person’s room, but everything in my room made it look like a temporary home. It didn’t feel like a bedroom.

Probably because I didn’t think I’d keep on working as a postman.

All the furnishings were stuff I’d picked up, so their colors were fading away and some part of them was always dusty even if I cleaned it up. The scarce sunlight was also a bad thing. There was only one window and the curtains were always shut, so it was easy to accumulate dust.

I used to keep them properly open before, but after coming across a suspicious person in the middle of the night, I began shutting them. Not for my sake. It was for the perpetrator who might target my window again one day.

Not only did I push him off the window, I also gave chase, held him down, got on all fours to beat him to a pulp and then took him to the military police, where he had to immediately be sent to a doctor and they told me that what I had done was “overuse of self-defense”. Why was I the one who had to be told off? Honestly, this city was peaceful only in people’s heads. That wouldn’t bother my past self, but I kindly led him to the military police because I was a postman now.

To top it off, annoyingly enough, the perpetrator that I had put in critical condition apparently thought I was a woman. I certainly didn’t have bad looks, but that was a stretch, yeah? He should’ve taken a look at my shoulder width.

“Benedict.”

Anyway, well, this apartment wasn’t very good. I had nothing to worry about if I were attacked, but the memory that I kinda got scared and stayed in Hodgins’s apartment for a while remained with me.

“Benedict, it is past the arranged time.”

So there was no helping that I had no idea what time it was now. I kept my curtains shut, after all. I couldn’t tell if it was sunny or dark outside.

“It is past midday. Already three o’clock.”

The day after I got wasted was a holiday, so there was no helping that I couldn’t wake up. Right?

“Benedict, may I break the door in order to check for your life signals?”

Being asked for drastic measures, I jumped from my bed and headed to the front door. When I opened it, what I saw was a woman with golden hair that shone more than mine, like the Full Moon, and blue eyes of a shade deeper than my own.

“Violet...”

Violet Evergarden. She was an Auto-Memories Doll from the same company as myself.

We sometimes interacted at work, but her visiting my home was a first. It was pretty sunny outside and Violet looked like she could be turned into a beautiful painting with such a stunning afternoon scenery behind her.

She didn’t have bad looks either, just like me.

“What’re you doing?” I asked with my face flushed from drinking and my voice a bit hoarse, causing the slightest bit of chance to Violet’s lack of facial expression. She frowned a little.

“We had an arrangement.”

“What kind?”

“Choosing a gift for President Hodgins.”

“Is it his birthday?”

“No. Had we not decided to give him a gift during the banquet that will be held on the anniversary of the CH Postal Company?”

We might have. When she said that, I had the feeling we did.

I fell silent for a moment and dug up my memories. Violet patiently waited for me while I stayed quiet.

“Wait, I really can’t remember. What kind of promise did I make about this?”

Violet’s eyebrows curved downward this time. Having spent some time with her, I could tell that this was Violet’s “sad”. Moreover, she definitely would never say that she was sad, so the feeling would just be absorbed inside of her without her ever speaking up about it. Crying like a pipe wasn’t her character. She wouldn’t whine, either. That was exactly why she stimulated my sense of guilt.

After a short interval, Violet opened her mouth, “Yesterday, we spent dinnertime together.”

“Now that you mentioned it, we were. We rarely do that. I have the feeling I was the one who invited you.”

“Yes. It was just dinnertime, after all... We went to a place that served alcoholic beverages, but I accompanied you because one can both drink and eat there.”

“I feel that we... ordered a spicy seafood soup together.”

“It was fiery.”

“While we were eating... that’s right, I was drinking.”

“You were. According to the owner of the establishment, the amount that you drank was too large for an adult to consume in one day.”

“You didn’t have to add that.”

With her long, golden eyelashes bending down, Violet said, “Albeit with slurred speech, Benedict, you were talking about how grateful you were for every single day.”

My brows furrowed at the statement of the woman in front of me.

“You were grateful to President Hodgins for taking you in as a postman. I am grateful to him in a similar way. Most likely... what people call ‘companionship’... happened between us for a moment... and we discussed about the two of us giving him a present on the upcoming anniversary.”

“You’re kidding.”

“It is true.”

“You and me? Gratitude? Companionship?”

If anyone else were telling me this, I’d be sure that it was made up.

“Gratitude and companionship towards President Hodgins.”

But this woman was the one saying it with her skylark voice, so I could do nothing but believe it. Because there weren’t many people in my life – and most likely in all of Leidenschaftlich – who were as diligent and straight-laced as her.

——They say there are people who can’t live if not like this.

There were bound to be easier ways to live, but she couldn’t manage them. Therefore, she also couldn’t lie.

I urged her to continue with a “go on”.

“I asked you what would be good as a gift for President Hodgins. You receive a salary, thus something compatible with it would be in order. But Benedict, you said you were running out of money.”

“Sounds like something I’d say.”

“I then suggested a compromise plan, in which both of us would give money and buy something together. We also settled on a time to meet. Three o’clock on the next day... literally this very moment. Benedict, you drank quite a lot, so I brought you over to this residence once we left the bar.”

“You brought me here?!” my voice came out alarmed.

Violet was making a face that seemed to ask if there was a problem with that. I was an adult man.

“I did. Compared to heavy weaponry, you are as light as a feather.”

This former girl soldier’s prosthetic arms and tough body were terrifying.

“However, leaving aside the fact that I carried you, Benedict, when I saw you languidly stretched out like a snake, I expressed concern that you might not manage to get up the next day. You confirmed my concerns and said that you wanted me to come fetch you. I acknowledged this, put it to action, and now here we are.”

In that moment, I had a sudden thought.

“Haha.” When I realized it, I found myself laughing.

“Benedict, this is not the time to laugh.”

“No, I gotta.”

“This is not the time to laugh.”

——No, I gotta laugh, Violet. We’ve gotten really close.

We spent time together day after day. Each of those times, my emotions would gush forth.

“Violet, you’ve been coming back home through some weird road again, haven’t you?”

“Violet, don’t report my fails to Hodgins.”

“Violet, you know why Cattleya’s pissed?”

“Violet, look, it’s my new motorcycle.”

“Violet, put on a coat when if you get cold.”

“Violet, why do you make decisions without asking anyone’s opinion?”

“Violet, help me clean the desk.”

“Violet, that’s inefficient. Take the routes I taught you.”

“Violet, that’s unfair.”

“Violet, I had a weird dream yesterday. Do you dream?”

“Violet, I’m gonna take a nap, so wake me up when Cattleya arrives.”

“Violet, I found an umbrella repair shop. I’ll take you there so hop on.”

“Violet, did you hear? Looks like that bakery’s gone out of business.”

“Violet, you didn’t get a souvenir for me?”

“Violet, if you got anything that’s troubling you, just say it. Count on me.”

“Violet, Violet, Violet.”

“Violet.”

——There’s a dool looking at herself in the entrance hall’s gigantic mirror.

Leidenschaftlich’s national flower was the bougainvillea. White, pink, colorful bougainvilleas bloomed under the clear sky, tinting the city in a myriad of hues. She was repeatedly putting on and taking off a hat that had said flowers as patterns.

“You ready?”

When I spoke to her, Violet turned around. “Yes.”

Having grown up considerably from the time we had first met, she couldn’t be called a girl anymore. Still, the Violet who used to be helplessly lonely would stay in my heart forever and ever. The Violet who kept on living despite being at loss. The Violet who hopelessly chased after just one person, like an idiot. I was watching her the whole time. Watching from the side.

“Isn’t it fine that way?”

When I said this, Violet nodded in agreement and put the hat back on.

We were about to go to a wedding ceremony now. A very happy one at that – a marriage between our co-workers from the CH Postal Company.

The romance between one of the receptionists and my junior postman was something that took quite some time and had its detours. They kept failing to see each other, so the people around them had given up, thinking it wouldn’t be possible...

But the guy found his resolve and held up the woman.

I’d also been watching over the progress of their love for pretty long, so I was sincerely glad that it had bloomed. The one who thought so most keenly was probably Hodgins. As proof of that, all posts had ceased service at three o’clock today. We all headed to one of Leiden’s luxury hotels to hold a feast.

Hodgins seemed moved by the fact that a couple had been born at the company he had built and by today’s event, in which they were even going to get married. Therefore, everyone was to participate. Adjusting the schedules was a hassle.

We were the only ones left in the office till the last minute. After closing the front doors and hanging a “closed for today” sign, we had to get ready to go.

No riding the motorcycle today. There was a carriage waiting for us outside.

Dressing up to attend a wedding with her and stuff like that...

——Now it feels just right.

I no longer had that hesitation from the beginning and taking care of her completely fulfilled my reason for living. As for Violet, her way of dealing with me became cruder with each year.

“How do you escort someone again?”

“Bend your arm. I will place my arm around it.”

“Can’t we just hold hands?”

“We should not incite misunderstandings.”

“That wouldn’t happen with you and me. C’mon, let’s hold hands just to test it out.”

“Why?”

“‘S fine, ‘s fine.”

The two of us stood tentatively in front of the enormous mirror. And then we held hands. The pair of blue-eyed blondes were side by side harmoniously.

“Whoa.”

“What do you mean by ‘whoa’?”

“We really do look like siblings when we’re next to each other, huh.”

Golden hair and blue irises. Different shades, but still similar.

At first, it was someone who mentioned it, and after they had said it, I thought it could be true.

“You probably think so because our hair and eye colors are alike. Is this enough? I am letting go,” Violet said, but I squeezed her hand even tighter.

Don’t know why but I wanted to do so.

“Benedict.”

“This doesn’t mean anything weird.”

There was something I was thinking about today. A statement I wanted to make.

“Violet.”

——You remember how many times we rode on my motorcycle? I don’t remember anymore. First times keep piling up little by little, to the point where they stop being special and turn into an everyday thing. When these things are part of daily life, they’re so in our face that we don’t realize it, but in a corner of my head, I’m at least aware that they’re not gonna last forever. We’re just co-workers at a company. I’m a man and you’re a woman. But it’s not like we’re in love. It’s not like we can be a family, either.

“Hey, if you ever get married, make sure to give me a proper heads-up.”

——But don’t simply start acting like I never existed.

“Why...?”

“It’s fine, ain’t it? Got nothing to lose by that.”

——Even if that time comes for you and you disappear from my sight one day, don’t act like I was never there.

“I merely do not think this would ever happen...”

“You can’t know for sure, yeah?”

——I’m actually not the kind of guy who concerns himself so much with someone else. I’m a guy who doesn’t warm up. I ain’t bad at looking after people, but to tell the truth, I’m not sympathetic. I’m not Hodgins. Basically, my top priority is myself. You changed me. I used to have no interest in you. You didn’t matter to me. For me, you were no more than one of the characters who turned up in my life. But you make a difference. A lot of difference. That’s probably why I changed, but it’s so stupid. Nowadays, if fate ever happens to beat you up or if there’s ever a time when God knocks you out, I don’t mind stepping forward and getting hit by either of them in your place. Violet. It wasn’t fun seeing you looking miserable and hanging your head low. It wasn’t fun hearing the details about your past. It wasn’t fun watching you get jerked around by the ghost of just one person. It wasn’t fun when you tried to be an adult while staying an unhappy child. There might be people like you around the world. Yet you were especially boring. God hated you. But now you’re the most amusing fellow ever, who managed to change herself. Your actions definitely changed people, one by one. I saw it all. I was proper witness to it, Violet Evergarden.

“You did your best. So when there’s an important event in your life, I’m gonna see it through no matter what.”

I thought Violet was going to be quiet like usual, but she was staring intently at me. Her silence wasn’t painful anymore.

I could feel her hand, which I was grabbing one-sidedly, grasping mine back. The pain of it was a proof of trust.

——Your prosthetics are strong.

“All right...” Violet whispered nothing but that.

But just that was enough.

“It is... about time we take our leave.”

“True.”

In the end, we forgot about the escorting and walked off still holding hands. After we locked the door, everything was closed.

The carriage’s cab was waiting reverently. Hodgins’s thoughtfulness could be go too far at times, but this was just perfect.

“Hum, I have been thinking.”

“About what?”

“We cannot know... what the future has in store...”

“Yeah.”

“So, Benedict, will you also report to me when you marry?”

“Nah, it’d be too much work, so maybe I wouldn’t tell you anything.”

“Why...? Did you not say that there was nothing to lose from it?”

“Oh, you got complaints?”

“I do not. I merely pointed out a contradiction in the conversation.”

“Lies. You do. It’s written on your face.”

“I am merely pointing out a contradiction in the conversation.”

“Like me lots, don’t ya?”

“I am merely pointing out a contradiction in the conversation.”

“You being shy?”

“I am not.”

“Are too. Don’t hide it.”

——God, even if You hate her, she’s so dear to me that I can’t help myself. Leave her alone.

#violet evergarden #veedit #fyeahvioletevergarden #kyoani #kyoto animation #benedict blue #violet evergarden booklets #akatsuki kana #takase akiko #novel #my translation #benedict blue no sumire #benedict blue's violet #violet evergarden movie

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maddenleftchat · 3 years

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In honor of his misspelled name on the pinned post, Ghostbur with an exorcist darling who’s conflicted on whether or not to get rid of him, due to him seeming to be happy and harmless? (Ace anon)

(All I can say is auto correct...?

Triggers: you hurting Ghostbur, mention of exorcism (if that's even a trigger), performing the acts of exorcism (not described in detail), The reader being kind of a dick at one point. Soft yandere.

Please be careful when reading.

GHOSTBUR

Ghostbur is a sweet little yandere.

His last wishes would be to hurt you.

Don't you feel the same way?

I have a feeling this man would go to the end of the earth for you.

But as sweet as he may be, you are still his little darling.

Ghostbur hates the thought of manipulating you.

But when it's needed it's needed.

When he heard that you are an exorcist, he wasn't quite sure how to react.

I mean he wouldn't dare hurt him… would you?

How could you hurt that adorable little face?

Only curl monsters would hurt him.

Ghostbur would try and not let the thought bother him.

He would just continue on loving you like there was nothing to worry about.

He tried to use your worries and conflictions, but nothing seemed to help.

The only thing that was going to help was you making a final decision.

Were you going to kill this man?

This poor spirit that has gone out of his way for you.

Are you going to hurt him, just like so many others have…

Do you even have the heart for that?

Or are you going to just accept fate, and give in.

Let the spirit love you.

Go against what your job is.

Why do you even need a job?

Ghostbur can take just as good as care of you.

He can get food and other items for you.

How you react depends on the outcome.

Let's say you are a cold-hearted monster.

Let's say you decide to go on the side of your job.

How would Wilbur react?

Well he wouldn't be happy to say at least.

He would be conflicted himself.

He doesn't know how to react.

He doesn't know if he should be enraged because everything that he's done for you and this is how you repay him?!

He doesn't know if he should be sad, because you too had such a wonderful relationship and this is how you decide to end things…

Or should he be scared.

You're about to kill him... Get rid of him.

End his existence and contact with the mortal world.

He has other people than you that worry about him.

…

But that doesn't matter to you doesn't.

Let's say you go through with it.

Ghostbur will try to fight it first.

He'll go against you, do what he can to get away.

But in the end he gets up.

He'll Just look at you.

His eyes will be filled with betrayal and hurt.

He won't speak.

He won't cry.

He won't smile.

He'll just stare.

Stare, with a pondering thought.

"What did I do to push you this far?"

That'll be his last thought and memory of you.

I hope you're happy.

Now Let's say you go against your work.

You decide to keep them around and leave the exorcism behind.

He'll be over the moon.

You did this for him!

Do you really love him as much as he loves you?

If so, prepare the wedding bells!

If this man didn't fall for you hard enough before, he just fell through a whole nother ass dimension.

Like this man broke through bedrock he fell so hard.

He won't tell you that he was hoping that you would do this.

He'll just wrap his arms around you, and sway back and forth with the sound of his humming.

He'll close your eyes and lean into your ghost lover.

Good job.

You spared this man more hurt.

The thought may still linger in the back of your head, but may it never come up front again.

In short: Ghostbur would be kind of scared. But his love for you is stronger than his fear. He can only hope that you give him mercy.

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Thanks for reading!

#ghostbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you

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sub-hoshi-enthusiast · 3 years

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So I had a small idea 👀 (bruh when I was trying to type somnopholia it tried to auto correct it to homophobia and I was just ????) I hope you all like it :)

Shownu

Monsta X Wearing a Skirt For You

I don't know how the hell you convinced him to do it but a round of applause to you. He refuses to look in your eyes the second he puts it on. Not to say he hates wearing it, he just gets hella embarrassed when he does. He gets all flustered when you start telling him how pretty he looks and he'll just look down at the floor while he plays with the edge of his skirt 🥺. Continuously compliment him and I don't think he'd be able to say anything. His face would just be beet red cause pretty much all the blood in his body has rushed up to his face, but it's fucking adorable so you'd compliment him every chance you get. He'll only ever wear one when you tell him to but it doesn't make him any less beautiful. The only exception is when you fuck him and leave marks all over his thighs, like bite marks, bruises from where you hit him, scratches from your nails, you name it he loves it. He'll wear a skirt at some point the next day so every time he passes by a mirror he can look at them and remember how good you ruined him, leaving his thighs mostly bare so everyone can see them. Well, so you can see them. The poor baby would die if he ever had to wear one in public. Please don't do that to him, you can keep that beautiful sight just between the two of you.

Wonho

Bitch was wearing skirts before he met you and was just waiting so he would know you wouldn't freak out and dump him. He just wore a skirt unprompted when you had returned home from work one day and you had a mini heart attack. He got all worried cause you just started coughing after choking on air. Everytime you see him in one after that though, you're still left breathless. Cause goddamn he looks gorgeous. He likes wearing them cause he feels pretty. One time when you were out you bought him a pretty pastel pink skirt and he wouldn't take it off for the rest of the day. Everytime he tries on a skirt he'll do a little spin then look up at you all like "Do I look pretty mommy? 🥺🥺" and y'know what who needs to live anymore? Your heart will die then and there, don't lie to me. Skirts aren't limited to the house either, he likes wearing them out in public. Honestly it makes you a little mad sometimes cause people's eyes will go straight to his thighs, though he doesn't seem to notice. You'll get over your anger as soon as he spins to you, pointing at something excitedly with a little smile on his face so it's all good. Bruh, I got bias wrecked so hard when writing this 😔

Minhyuk

This man practically lives on your lap when he has a skirt on. You're watching a movie and there's an entire couch available? Your lap is obviously the better option. Oh, you're working on something important from your home office that needs to be done immediately? You'll just have to rest your head on his shoulder cause he isn't moving. The main reason he does this is because when you zone out you'll unintentionally start running your fingers up and down his thighs which makes him h o r n y. Yeah, the second you see that skirt on him you know that nothing's getting done except for him. You'll just be sitting there for movie night and cuddles then next thing you know he's grinding helplessly against your leg cause you kept touching his thigh. "Well don't touch me there unless you wanna fuck my brains out." Another perk of him wearing a skirt is how simple it is for you to just bend him over whenever you want. He likes the thought of you taking him whenever you want cause you just completely own him so he has no say in it (did someone say somnophilia 👀). The little fucker likes to wear lingerie as well, just to give you more of a reason to bend him over and fuck him silly. He won't even try to hide it either, if he thinks you aren't paying enough attention to him he'll just bend over right in front of you and show off what he was wearing underneath. This boy is such a cutie in a skirt but he's a little hard to manage so good luck with that.

Kihyun

The only thing you'd hear from this man when you put a skirt on him is complaints. He loves to wear skirts, cause he looks so pretty and you never forget to tell him that, not that he'd ever admit it. The little brat likes to put up a fight against anything you do. He won't wear one on his own accord unless he knows you won't be home for a while. The rest of the time you have to tell him to put one on. Now, you would never ask your boyfriend to do something he's uncomfortable with, but you know that look in his eye. You know he loves it, but he just likes talking back to you so somebody's gotta put him in his place. That might mean "forcing" him to wear a skirt and just tying him up and teasing him until he finally tells you how much he loves it and how pretty he looks. The next morning he'll go right back to complaining about it so you shouldn't get your hopes up. You also notice how when you take him out shopping his eyes will start wandering over to the pretty fabrics he pretends to despise so much. Of course he'd take that little "secret" to his grave. Does that stop you from buying them when you go out alone and "forcing" him to try them on? Of course it doesn't.

Hyungwon

You first asked him to wear a skirt for you after their little family skit thing cause he looks too fucking cute as a girl and you found it a little unfair. Boy was hella confused. Honestly thought that you were just looking for a reason to make fun of him a little more. When he finally caved and wore a skirt, he was surprised by the way you looked at him. Which of course led to the bedroom. Wears them all the time after that. Mainly because when you fucked him while he was wearing it you wouldn't stop talking about how pretty he looked and sent his praise kink into overdrive. And of course this man looks amazing in a skirt cause he's got legs for days and you definitely spend your time doing actual work and not just staring and drooling over his legs. If you had never even tried to convince him to wear one when he has legs like that you have failed at life and I don't want you to talk to me. But he has definitely noticed the way you look at his legs all the time and oop- would you look at that now he has a pair of heels. For someone who has supposedly never walked in heels before he does surprisingly well though??

Jooheon

I think Jooheon would like wearing skirts. Not in public or around the rest of the boys (except maybe Changkyun cause they're best bros) but he likes to wear them. I think it'd be fucking adorable if him and Changkyun went shopping for skirts together. Since Jooheon is a little shy when it comes to wearing them, Changkyun gives him more confidence when they're out together cause he just doesn't give a fuck. His legs look so pretty in skirts though so even if he was wearing one just to wear one it won't be long before you have him bent over a table as you pound into him. Or if you have his hands cuffed behind his back while he rides you in a skirt; one of the best views honestly. Whenever he wears a skirt, his ass also looks amazing so you can't help but grab it or slap it everytime he walks by you. He's never complained before but 9 times out of 10 it'll lead to sex. One time he wore skirts for an entire week, which was a terrible mistake. The poor boy could barely walk the next week and even had to sit out for a few practises. Changkyun wouldn't stop laughing at him over the phone so you kept giving him whatever he wanted cause you felt so bad.

Changkyun

Honestly I feel like changkyun would like wearing a skirt for you the most. First of all, the members are always saying he walks around the dorms naked so I feel like he would appreciate the little extra freedom a skirt has as opposed to shorts or pants. Secondly, he would definitely start teasing you as soon as he sees how much you like it. You'd think this boy was the clumsiest man on the planet with how many times he drops things on the floor. Sometimes he'll even spill his drink on the floor just so he has to get on his hands and knees and clean it up. When you confront him on his behavior, however, he'll act like nothing was happening. "What? I wasn't doing anything provocative. Jeez (Y/N), I didn't realize you were such a pervert." He'll also wear thigh highs or garters to show off his legs and make sure you're looking at him. Gets pouty when you don't. "Daddy~ why won't you look at me? Do you think I got all dolled up for nothing?" (I am a firm believer that Changkyun has a daddy kink if you are male or female and you can fight me on that) If you think you can look at him wearing a skirt and not fuck his brains out you are delusional.

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rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip · 3 years

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Trade ya

based on this ask

TW//Slight violence and a mention of blood

Macaque slipped back into the theatre after his little chat with the Monkey Kid.

Boy howdy, that kid had some explaining to do, to his companions. If only he could stick around and watch that mess unfold. But he had to retrieve his lamp.

Honestly, that was easier than he thought it would be.

Wich was concerning.

As Macaque walked over to the stage he paused for a moment, where was (y/n) is all this?

The Monkey King was off doing his own thing for a while, and he'd assumed his kid would be hanging around Mk and his friends, yet the amber-furred monkey wasn't with them when they had entered the theatre.

Did Mk literally forget one of his friends? damn, he was starting to become like the Hero...

despite everything that's happened between them since the whole 'I stole the Monkey Kings powers from Mk and broke his trust leaving him emotionally distressed' thing, he actually wanted to get to know his kid(and maybe convince them to join him)the week of stalking wasn't enough for him to say the least.

Disregarding the thought (though not entirely) he make is way back to the remains of the lap.

And with a little magic it was good an new!

Fuck ya!

As he admirered his handy work for s little longer and sound of clapping caught is attention. Wiping his head around he saw the wired guy in a pin strip suit form the play, if Macaque remembered correctly this was the guy that game my the *Skeleton Key.

"My my, that was such a magnificent performance!"

"Ha, ya well it's over, t-this was the last show actually"

Oh he did not like this for a single second. His fur was standing on there ends screaming for him to just leave.

Just as Macaque was about to use the shadows to escape, in a flash of icy blue light the guy was now behind him, and the next thing he know he was being picked up by the neck and for some reason couldn't, fucking move.

What the actual hell is happening???

"Lady Bone Demon would like a word with you~"

In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed form the damaged auditorium he'd rented out to and underground cave with mechanical parts and machines everywhere.

Just one wif of the musty roten air and he knew he was in the Spider Queens lair. But it looked different then it had been that last time he was there.

Then again it's been centuries since he was last there.

He was shortly let go by the insane suite wareing guy and rubbed his neck where it had been grabbed. And just like that the guy disappeared, leaving the Lady Bone Demon in his stead.

"Why greetings Macaque, its beet long since we last spoke"

" not long enough if you ask me"

The white haired lady let out a hum of acknowledgement as she circled the monkey.

...

"Soo any particular reason why you got one of your brain dead servents to get me?" Macaque questioned, pulling back a bit not wanting to be in her immediate range.

Up purely tactical.

"Ah, well it's come to my attention that you poses something of grate use to me" her icy gaze fixed on the lamp.

"Ya not happening" Macaque said flatly, he went though a lot to get his hands on this thing and he wasn't going to part with it so easily. Besides what ever the Lady Bone Demon was planning, would spell doom for the world as they know it.

Macaque my be a bad guy in some sense, maby even be considered an antihero-that was just more of an ass on a good day- but he wasn't one for wold domination.

In the past he just wanted to wreck heaven with his dear beloved friend befor his change of heart, not enslave mankind. They just wanted to prove there worth nothing more. But this bitch, na she was jack shit crazy. It took the combined forces of Demons and celestials alike to seal her away, himself being one of said demons.

"Ohh what a shame, looks like I'll be keeping this little one then"

In a puff of smoke (y/n) collapses on the foor to her, there fur slightly matted with blood and a visible gash on the left eye.

Similar to where his was-

It wasn't deep and wouldn't cause damage, but it still needed treatment.

Holy hell is this where (y/n) was all this time?

Macaques mind was going a mile a minute but he kept his poker face.

"And I sould care about some random kid because?"

"Oh~ Don't play dumb with me, Six Eared Macaque. You know exactly who this little one is" she started using her powers for lift the amber-furred monkey off the ground there one good (color) eye glosed over and hazy.

"After all this is your child"

"Hate to brake it to ya, but I don't have a kid"

"My sources say other wise"

Several screens descended for the walls and around them, all flicked to like to reveal footage of Macaque during his little stalking mission when he first planed to steal the Monkey Kings powers and found out about his long lost kid, and then some other footage of his watching them from the shadows.

Oh, oh no.

"I had my suspension on the Luner New Years, but your reaction solidify's my assumption"

Wha- shit his poker face slipped! Shiiiit

"So I'll ask again, the lamp or your child- they won't die persay, but I think the underground market would pay a hefty sum for one of such unique lineage"

His heart was beating faster than he thought possible, wait why would it be doing that! He shouldn't care! Should he?

Glancing between the lamp and (y/n)'s beaten form Macaque made a decision he might soon come to regret.

(Y/n) was having a good evening, well that was until the Spider Queens minions jumped them while on there way to the theater to meet up with the others(minus Sandy, what he had cats to take care of!)

When the first woke up it was in a dingy cell. And the next thing they knew the Spider Queen tried to get information about the Monkey Kings whereabouts.

"Ya right like the peach loving old man tells me anything! So if you could kindly let me on my marry way that would be fantastic"

You realy needed to know when to such your mouth or just give total bullshit information because Queeni had gotten pissed, and tried to beat the information out of you.

The Lady Bone Demon had to pry the spider off you. Saying you still had a use befor you blacking out.

When they woke for a second time everything was hazy, and there was muffled talking almost like they where under water.

Water was nice, you should learn to swim! It seems like fun! Maby you could get Mk or Mai to teach you.

After all the Monkey King was a shitty swimmer- wait no he was crap as under water fights, but wouldn't that require swimming as well-

Uh oh, was you being moved? Nooo das no gooood stop!

Ughhh why won't the muffin voices stop! And why can't I feel my eye!

E-y-e

Y E S spelles yes

E Y E S spells eyes how did that one guy get that confused, and you is moving again ST 0 p

Wait this was more comfy than before, is that red? Oh my moons it is! It's so soft!

And soft it was and you drifted to a more comfortable rest this time.

The third and final time (y/n) woke, they weren't in a cell, or had a hazy mindset. Areas not that hazy, but this time it was more so due to medicine than pain.

In fact they lay on a plush mattress, with equally soft pillows and nice heavy blankets tossed other them.

As (y/n) sat up they winced in pain slightly.

Looking down they take notice of the bandages, and a slitting head- and there are bandages on your eye as well fucking perfect.

"Good to see your up" a voice greated. Wiping their head to the side, there stood Macaques with a slight concerned look on his face.

Wha- owowowowowowowow

Probably shouldn't be moving so fast as (y/n) winced in pain again.

As (y/n) tried to steady themselves again and think of a retort, and side of the bed diped and a hand was placed oh your forehead, whilst the other heaped your arm.

"What are you-" "checking to see if you're fever spiked " "I has a heaver?" "Fever, and yes it set is last night after a particularly nasty infection" "oh"

"Wait, why are you-"

"The Bone bitch had you, i-i couldn't just let her harm you any more than she already had"

"That's dumb, you're dumb"

Sigh

"Okay back to sleep with you"

"Where am I?" "One of my safe houses, now sleep"

Sleep but what if...

"I-its okay, it'll be okay I'll be here when you wake again"

(y/n) blinked at him.

"I promise" he said softly as he guided you back down to the pillow, he retucked you in and was about to leave when (y/n) caught his hand.

Well fuck

Uhhh, you know what he's had a long fucking day himself he needs some sleep too.

So discarding his scarf to the side, as well as some armor plating and his shoes, Macaque got into the bed himself and just used himself. As he made himself comfortable, back tuned away for his pup a single thought echoed in his head.

'Im a fucking dad now, geat'

*Skelton Keys are said to open any door, plus the cannon key had a skull on it so why not?

UwU Anon you have no idea what this means, you have water my crops cleared my skin and my mind is sane!

I was originally planing to have this thing where the spider queen captured the reader/oc and used the robo parasight to make them a follower, but this, this is so much better sksksksksksk

I did most of this on mobile and my auto correct is bitchy 🙃

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid problem childern au #problem childern au #au #this is the really good angst #anon your brain is huge #rip a dip dip wrights

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kismetintheuniverse · 4 years

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Bucciarati’s Gang + La Squadra Texting HCs

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𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎'𝖘 𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖒

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ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ

- Types like your boss.

- ‘Will someone please pick Narancia up from the store? He broke the car.’

- He will say the most outlandish thing in a completely serious tone.

- ‘I’m in the hospital, got shanked by a tweaker.’

- The gang thought he was joking. He was not.

- Uses emojis and slang sparingly. Phrases like ‘omw’ and ‘ty’ are most common.

- The only emojis he uses often is ‘👍’ and ‘👋’.

- Overall professional and understandable.

- Doesn’t use images, gifs, or videos.

ʟᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ

- Very sarcastic.

- ‘Oh no im sorry should i come over and kiss your boo-boo?’

- Doesn’t use much punctuation aside from ending punctuation and hyphens. Can’t use commas to save his life.

- No one can tell if he is actually mad or being sarcastic.

- Uses ‘😶’ and ‘🧐’ most often.

- Doesn’t use images/gifs/videos

- Refuses to use dms, and often get made fun of it for it.

- ‘Giorno please im on my knees im begging you please stop being cringe im actually going to cry please ill do literally anything just shut the fuck up.’

ɢᴜɪᴅᴏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀ

- Types very modern.

- ‘can one of yall pick me up slommy from the store’

- Doesn’t use punctuation and capitalization.

- Constantly quoting memes and being the Funny Man™.

- ‘you smell like ten cans of bounce dat ass’

- All bark, no bite.

- Uses ‘😘’ and ‘😏’ emoji the most.

- Sends this image at least twice a day.

ɴᴀʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ ɢʜɪʀɢᴀ

- Types with a lot of slang

- ‘Bro Just Me Or Does Mista Not Know How To Wipe His Mfing Ass’

- Capitalizes every word and often misspells things.

- Quotes memes, but not as much as Mista.

- ‘Foogie Pookie I’m Scared There’s A Wasp In The Citchin’

- Purposely tries to give Fugo a stroke.

- Uses the ‘🧡’ and ‘🍊’ emojis the most.

- Doesn’t send images, but sends gifs.

ᴘᴀɴɴᴀᴄᴏᴛᴛᴀ ꜰᴜɢᴏ

- Types rather properly, like he’s writing an email.

- ‘Narancia, I found this video to help with your math lesson. I’m proud you’ve gotten to 7th grade level! https://youtu.be/Xb951Vqs4Vc Please use it if you need help. - 🍓’

- Uses a passive-aggressive tone when he gets angry.

- Talks in the group chat the least, prefers to use dms.

- Signs his messages like an old lady.

- Takes a long time to type.

- ‘The meeting is at 4 pm today, correct?’

- Uses the ‘🍓’ emoji exclusively.

- Doesn’t send images/gifs, usually just sends math videos for Narancia.

ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ

- Types properly, but not as much as Fugo.

- ‘Abbacchio, I’m sorry but I have some important things to discuss with Capo. :c’

- Always speaks in a polite or serious tone.

- Doesn’t use emojis, uses ‘:D’, ‘:c’ etc.

- Doesn’t send a lot of images, but might send cute group selfies.

- ‘Uh, I need back up, Narancia is bleeding out on the ground. Please hurry-’

- Will do anything to avoid calling.

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𝕷𝖆 𝕾𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖉𝖗𝖆

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ʀɪꜱᴏᴛᴛᴏ ɴᴇʀᴏ

- Doesn’t know how to spell, but still tries his best to be professional.

- ‘PLEASe attend the MEATING at 12, thank youo’

- Auto correct either helps him or hurts him.

- Sends cute images of animals occasionally.

- ‘How do you WORK a phone i need TO know PLEASe’

- Wants to use emojis, doesn’t know how. (Despite Melone showing him multiple times.)

- Bless his poor soul.

ᴘʀᴏꜱᴄɪᴜᴛᴛᴏ

- Types properly, but isn’t by any means professional.

- ‘Will you all please shut the fuck up? It’s three am and you are FLOODING the group chat.’

- Doesn’t take any bull from anyone.

- Has admin in all of the group chats.

- Uses the ‘🙃’ and ‘🖕’ emojis the most.

- ‘You’re all going to hell. 😊👐’

- Gets away with the most bs.

- Doesn’t use images/gifs/videos

ɢʜɪᴀᴄᴄɪᴏ

- Types angrily.

- ‘YOU’RE ALL STUPID FUCKS. PLEASE JUST SHUT UP. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT.’

- Gets annoyed over literally any grammar mistake, so he isn’t very active.

- When he’s around, he tends to gaslight most situations.

- Uses the ‘❄️’ and ‘💙’ emojis exclusively.

- Only ever sends photos to start arguments. (Ex. A picture of Formaggio eating shredding cheese from the fridge at 3 am.)

- Probably shouldn’t be allowed to have a phone.

ᴍᴇʟᴏɴᴇ

- Types.. well...

- ‘Ciaooo~ What’s up lgbt community? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧’

- He gets on everyone’s nerves, or helps them out tremendously. It’s a 50/50.

- Will spam any cute gif he sees until he finds a better one.

- Doesn’t use emojis, but instead uses those emoticons.

- He’s the one who makes all the group chats.

- Usually starts fights, but never finishes them.

- (Aka. he ghosts halfway through once someone else joins the argument.)

- Spams LOONA fancams in chat.

ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɢɢɪᴏ

- Types like a Mista 2.0

- ‘just admit you like feet and move on 🙄‘

- CEO of gaslighting, will 100% make every situation worse then it already is.

- ‘wow so i’m here shitting my guts out and not a single one of yall will come get me tp? woooow. see yall in hell ✌️’

- Loves to make everyone mad, but his target is usually Prosciutto.

- He uses so many emojis that it’s impossible to keep track of them.

- Spams nasty f*tish art when he’s mad at someone in chat.

- The king of memes. Uses gifs, images, videos, you name it. They tell him to stop but he doesn’t.

ɪʟʟᴜꜱᴏ

- Types pretty casually.

- ‘Okay so im just curious as to which one of yall clogged the toilet with a FAT log, cause this shit nasty asf’

- Extremely passive aggressive and manipulative, never outright says when he’s mad.

- Only uses the ‘💅’ emoji.

- Gossips 24/7 with Gelato in dms, and has a gc called ‘We love Formaggio.’

- (Hint: All they do is talk shit about him in that gc.)

- Sends so many reaction images it’s not even funny.

ᴘᴇꜱᴄɪ

- Types like every teenage girl.

- ‘Hi guys!!! uwu’

- Everyone actually seems to ignore him for no reason.

- He has great ideas, but no one listens. Like, he could make communicating with each other x10 easier, but they just disregard him.

- Hates going into chat for the most part.

- ‘Guys- formaggio’s cat threw up on the carpet, what do I do?’

- Once was traumatized by a video Formaggio sent of a guy twerking butt-naked.

- Uses the ‘😊’ and ‘🙏’ emojis the most.

- Wants to use images/gifs/videos but yelled at the last time he sent one.

ꜱᴏʀʙᴇᴛ & ɢᴇʟᴀᴛᴏ

- Both type in a similar tone.

- ‘Who the fuck stole my casserole.’ - Sorbet

- ‘who stole my baby’s casserole 😶’ - Gelato

- Gelato doesn’t capitalize his sentences, ever. His nickname in chat is even lowercase.

- Sorbet only uses ‘.’ as punctuation.

- Gelato starts the most petty bull, Sorbet actually causes issues.

- Both are often kicked from the group chat for being overly affectionate.

- ‘so i just wanted to mention that im p sure i saw illuso spill cereal on the couch and not clean it up 😁 ’

- vs.

- ‘Illuso split cereal on the fucking couch and didn’t clean up after himself. Nasty fucker.’

- I’m sure you can tell who’s who.

- Sorbet doesn’t use emojis, but like Ghiaccio, he sends images that starts fights.

- Meanwhile Gelato finds it hard to go 30 seconds without using emojis/images.

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Anon, I am a US veteran and I too did take offense to PH comment. Not because of PH but because our 1st amendment gives everyone including any random jack ass in this country the right to speak freely, gather among like mind, and protest on matters that concern them. Sorry Skippy but PH is nobody here in the US. Americans will never change our law based on PH lack of understanding them. That's why I don't think people in the US has issues with what PH said on a mediocre podcast. Part 1

Part 2. Anon I do agree PH comment seems to be taken out of context. Having many friends from other countries, I know there's a barrier in communication. I feel PH was talking more about the culture differences between US and UK. I can agree. It must have been a shock from him to not be able to fight our press as easily as the UK. You cannot just file complaints against the press. Plus there's a heavy burden of proof you most prove to win a lawsuit against the press. Part 2

Part 3. I was shock how easily MM filed and won cases in the UK that she would have lose here in the US. I understand PH grievance because I move from my home state and I experience the worst shock of my life. I grow up in a festival lively tourist state where things are open at 4am and almost the entire state is wet expect a few random small towns. I moved one state over to find everything shutdown a 8pm and you have to drive miles to find a wet county to by liquor. Part 3.

Part 4. Worst NO ONE sold alcohol on Sunday! I hated that and would openly complain about it to my co workers. No one who grew up there like what I said because we all have pride in where we are raised. But they understood it was hard for me to get use to new rules different from what I was accustomed to. I feel people are using their hatred for MM/PH to make there narrative fit this outrage they feel when majority of Americans don't even care. Part 4

Part 5. We have much more going on in the US, no one wasting time on PH/MM. PH/MM not big news here. The OW interview was big for just a minute and I mean a minute. But that wasn't anything good. People clown OW/PH/MM. The interview made all parties look foolish/bad but it made MM look like the guilty nasty narcissist gold digger that she is. This is my opinion and I'm the one around my area who find this topic interesting. No else follow this. It's not as big outside of trumblr. Love you Skippy

Thank you for the great post! Oh I don’t expect Harry to be “anyone” in the US......given Hollywood.....I honestly don’t think he lives there.....if we do see the real him...I think it’s because he does make appearances now and then.....love you too...😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

5/16/21

Hi skippy, I'm the US veteran with the 5 parts. Some of my words were auto corrected before I sent them. Like the anon stated earlier, I was not offended by PH interview on Dax podcast. I have heard worst from US citizens. I wanted to clear that up because the not was automatically remove after did. One more thing, the worst that could happen our government and the UK government have to make public that PH was ship back to the UK. That would ruin some many plans lol. Thanks Skippy ☺☺☺

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HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT, this chapter??!!??. Okay where to start…. I really liked the stuff with Marcy and Aldo, I loveee all the Wally stuff!!! He is always a joy to see in your fic. I’m just gonna head into the juicey bits now because I have a lot more to say about that stuff. I love all the riddles n stuff!! Definitely seems like something andrias would do and I think They are pretty smart, the plant monster thingy!! I love em. LADY OLIVIA HOLY SHIT NO, my girl 😭 how much she cares about Marcy here,,, it just breaks my heart omg. Tbh I don’t know how to describe this but like, obviously I hate andrias he is the worst, but I like him in a certain way? like he is very interesting (both in canon and in your fic) the whole collar thing is like,,, idk it’s just horrible but I also really like the concept and everything. all of the wit stuff is probably one of my faviorite moments, all the love and hate stuff is super intresting! “Will you keep me alive? For now…for as long as you can. Just, don’t let me die yet. Please?” Her voice wavers on the last of it.

There’s a pause of silence for a moment there as Wit considers her request. Marcy almost loses hope in that time.

“Of course.” But then she’s agreeing. “I will always, always keep you alive as long as it is possible. You have my word, Marcy.”

“Thank you…” she utters. “…Witney…”” this is probably one of if not my faviorite moment, idk why but like,, it’s really good, also, WITNEY, WITNEY, WITNEY, YAY. Yunan NOOO, why why why, my other girl 😭 Heart and Andrias!! This is so interesting to me! I love that they have gotten attached to Anne and not wanting her to get killed, i said it before but it’s very interesting, probably also one of my faviorite things. ”Screams don’t carry when one is drowning” hey I’ve seen this quote before haven’t I :) Heart not wanting to hurt andrias! Heart being attached to both of them is so interesting (sory for keep saying that idk what else because it is very interesting) Strenight and heart, I’m gonna guess this is who you were talking about being a worse pairing then wit and strenght, and you were definitely right,, WHY DID YOU STAB HER, My other other girl 😭 unfortunately I was spoiled by your art of it since I saw it before I knew about the chapter (Fun(?) Fact, I don’t know the schedule of IBYBF, if there even is one lmao, i didnt even know it was coming out today) Anne saying sorry to Sasha holy shit holy shit. Strenght ,,,I dunno what to say tbh but like good, but painful (summary of this series am I right) KICK HIS ASS, FUCK HIM UP YEAHH ”What would you do? If you lost them. If they were gone, if you were all alone, could you go on?” Holy shit my dude, holy shit. YEAH THE WARHAMMER, I really like the warhammer tbh, it pretty cool. Woo yeah grime! Saving Marcy :D LET GO SASHA KICK NEWT ASS!!! “Did I do a good job? Is this enough?” !!!! Anne, Marcy, and Sasha,,,, why must you do this to me Mal,,, pain pure pain, Anne asking Sasha to take care of the planters holy shit Mal, Holy, Shit. MAL MAL MAL WHY DID YOU LEAVE IT LIKE THAT, WHAT THE FUCK, I LITERALLY HATE YOU FOR THIS (/lh) GRRRHDHDBESGGDDH Hopefully I’ll draw some of this! I have had mild Art block for anything other than adventure time but i really want to do something for this TL:DR I don’t know how to type Strength and I have typed wrong so many times auto correct corrects it to Strenght

HIIII THANKS FOR THIS HUGE ASK OMG!!

It was such a joy writing the Marcy and Aldo interaction there. In case it wasn’t already obvious, I’m OBSESSED with the Toad Lords and will not stop talking about them ever ever! You’ll be happy to learn they have a very big role in CMTO <3

And Wally my beloved, he will always have a place in my heart and my fics let’s hope those guards didn’t catch him :)

The riddles were FUN. They hint at a much deeper story than what’s on the surface and I’ll be very interested to see if anyone suddenly remembers them when they’re reading the gem backstories. Strength’s specifically is such a slap in the face I almost feel bad.

Andrias is an absolute lunatic, but a lunatic with a sense of humor. It’s what makes him so fun for me to write, and especially when you consider where his character flaws intertwine with Heart’s. I love his dynamic with every character that’s interacted with him thus far but i am SO stoked to explore his dynamic with Heart further, it is SO messed up. There’s like. Tiny hints. Going on there. “You don’t raise your hand against Andrias Leviathan, that’s simply not how this works.” is a fav ;)

I LOVE YUNLIVIA NEWT MOMS SO MUCH AND GOD I WAS SO EXCITED AND YET SO UPSET THAT OLIVIA AND MARCY’S REUNION HAD TO BE SO ANGSTY. I like to think both of them secretly really cared for the other even if it seemed on the surface like Olivia was all stoic and serious while Marcy was way attached to Andrias instead, but in that vital moment they feared they might lose each other is when the love really awakened. From here on out, their relationship is gonna be a lot closer than what it was at the beginning of PMIT, so yeah, look forward to that :)

The Collar. Oh the collar. Can you believe that was the FIRST scene I wrote in the entire finale. I sat and thought about it for a minute first, like ‘so if this is what the past looks like, and if Andrias knows as much as he does about the gems, how would he react upon finding Marcy’s gem has awakened?’ Well, he’d pick the cycle right back up where he left off…even if it means destroying someone he’s come to care about. Destroying the ones you love, sound familiar???

Oh god WIT AND MARCY. Wit makes me so emo at the best of times. And her interactions with Marcy are such a mixed bag i thought it only fitting that they come to an understanding on Mixed Emotions. This is where I’m finally gonna bring up that Intelligence is a blanket term and that there are SEVERAL different types of intelligence—one of those being Emotional Intelligence. You can kind of guess where Wit’s been learning and where she’s still behind. It. Has Very Sad implications. Honestly I may as well say this here: Strength is the only gem that was able to develop somewhat rich and healthy emotions meanwhile the other two are incredibly stunted. So yknow. Marcy and Wit finally starting to bond and trying this whole Getting Along Thing again is such a big step for both of them. And Marcy calling her Witney has SO much more weight and importance when you consider Wit’s past. Brb gonna go cry

What happened to Yunan was entirely a spur of the moment decision. I was like “what am I supposed to do with Yunan.” And you know I could have picked ANYTHING but That, but I’m an angst writer! Do you expect any less.

The fact that Heart is attached to Anne now is my FAVORITE development for their character. There’s a reason for that. There’s always a reason for that :’)) and boy do i ever love taking dangerous and terrifying villains and turning them into pathetic, sniveling children. Heart, there is still so much you can’t even begin to comprehend. What a loser lmao (affectionate)

Strength and Heart. You are absolutely correct, their dynamic is aggressively toxic, even more so than Wit and Strength. But oh boy you are not ready to learn Wit and Heart’s dynamic, because we’re STILL not there yet. Those little hints I’ve been dropping for you are your scraps eat up <3

I’m SO SORRY you were spoiled by the art, I was worried something like that was gonna happen, and OMG, yeah no I don’t think I ever properly addressed the schedule. Yeah I was posting chapters every other Thursday at 7 pm CST, but you are always SO QUICK to jump on them I thought you already knew omg! My apologies, I will be clear about the schedule if I end up changing it for CMTO (probably not tho I like what I have going on)

Why did I stab Anne? Uh…a few reasons. Some I cannot tell you and some I can. One, Kasey put the idea in my head and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and Two, I wanted to do a cliffhanger by this point anyway so I said WHY NOT?! Three, to prove to Andrias that Heart is not the same gem they used to be, and thus make his downfall all the more tragic when he realized Heart wasn’t coming to save him this time. Yeah that’s gonna have consequences in CMTO. As for the ones I can’t tell you? They have a LOT to do with Sasha, Strength, Marcy, and Heart’s character arcs going into CMTO. Fear me >:)

Anyway SO HAPPY that I got to give Sasha/Strength the honors of fucking shattering Andrias’s spine hahahA it was so satisfying, my goal has always been to make Andrias suffer unimaginable pain and heartbreak for all the shit he’s done not only to our girls but to their gems as well. Cry about it, giant blue asshole. Can’t wait to get into why it was important for Strength’s arc too!!!

GAH IM SORRY YOUVE HAD ARTBLOCK THAT ALWAYS SUCKS, I LOVE UR ART 🥺🥺🥺

Also MOOD at a certain point i forget how to spell Strength too and I rely entirely on autocorrect to fix it for me. One of these days I’m gonna give it a nickname, and that nickname is gonna be one of the horrendously bad misspellings that autocorrect couldn’t even save my ass on.

Again I am so sorry for this chapter but I am ALSO enjoying u guys suffering :) THANK U FOR THE ASK AND UR CONTINUED SUPPORT 💜💜💜

#ask mal #IBYBF #woot wooot!! hooray for the Consequences of Our Actions!!!

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fantasy creature, ice cream, jail - suggested by @liquidlightz

@rebelmeg - so, this is what bucky gets for taking his pet dragon out for ice cream. jail. it's really inconsiderate, actually, he didn't even get to finish his ice cream cone.

@wolfnprey - No one said anything about mermaids having a sweet tooth. No one said they get possessive either. After watching Bucky's exploration of the human world end with him cramming a gallon of cotton candy ice cream down his throat, the last thing Steve expected was to wind up paying a bond to get said merman out of jail all because Bucky did not take kindly to the ice cream server offering Steve free samples.

@caiti-creative-corner - Bucky just wanted to pick up some ice cream for his partner. Now, thanks to a mistaken identity, he's got to get out of jail before sunrise. Or the cops were in for one very big surprise.

@polizwrites - When he ordered a unicorn sundae from the brand new (and extremely sparkly) ice cream parlor down the street, the last thing Bucky actually expected was to have an actual-factual unicorn show up as well. To be fair, it seemed as surprised as he was, and more than a bit of chaos ensued. It nearly stabbed the Animal Control officer before Bucky was able to calm it (no, him - DEFINITELY a him) down and now he sat with the magnificent creature in the largest enclosure at the shelter, wondering what in the hell to do next.

@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky wasn’t really sure why there was a unicorn in the ice cream parlor on the boardwalk. He was even less sure how he ended up arrested for the trafficking in supernatural creatures. All he wanted was a banana split and to sit on a bench and watch the ocean.

@lbibliophile-mcu - Bucky glares at the - unfortunately familiar - wall of the holding cell. It's not his fault that the anti-collision auto-correct on his teleportation periodically deposits him on the wrong side of a security door. But the guards who found him this time are new, so it always takes a little while for the higher-ups to convince them that 'no, he wasn't breaking and entering', 'yes, it was an accident' and 'yes, magic is a thing that happens - specifically to one James "Bucky" Barnes'. Of course, he could just teleport out of this cell. But they know who he is and have started the paperwork, and it is really a whole less hassle all round if he just sits tight for another hour or so and waits for this whole mess to get sorted out. However bored he is. Except... he can't leave, but that doesn't mean he can't bring something in... A few seconds later, the cameras show him lounging back on the bench, taking a large bite out of a triple-serve ice cream.

@liquidlightz - merge this fumbling magician Bucky with Poliz' one and you get a unicorn appearing in the holding cell :unicorn: so much more paperwork !

@huntress79 - If Bucky had to choose one thing that the serum, no matter what version, made better, he probably would have named the ability to eat almost obscene amounts of ice cream without any side effects. In the first few months after showing up at the tower, he and Natasha spent many a night tasting almost every ice cream flavor available in the greater New York area. But then, a certain God of Mischief chose Bucky as his latest "victim", taking him from the line at the ice cream parlor two blocks down from the Tower directly on a trip to a realm filled with dragons, and faes, and whatnot else (sure, Bucky had read the Tolkien books, but come on, Smaug had nothing on that magnificent, golden-red giant they encountered on their first day). And of course, Loki had to make it even worse, and go and try to steal some of the dragon's hoard. Everyone knows that it only ends bad! Well, it did, at least for Bucky - who ended up in a dark, smelly cell in the king's underground jail, while Loki was nowhere to be found. Was it too much to ask to get the largest bubble waffle filled with pistachio, vanilla and lemon sorbet without getting interrupted or kidnapped? Jeez...

More under the cut!

Chicken, Tall, Pearl - suggested by @ariasfandom

@rebelmeg - bucky loved going to his grandma's farmhouse as a kid. it was full of adventures and things to see and animals to play with. well. all except for pearl. pearl was mean. and pearl, the biggest, tallest, crankiest chicken that bucky had ever seen, seemed to harbor a real and visceral hatred for bucky himself.

@wolfnprey - It was Sam's insistence that led Bucky to visit Clint on his family farm. It was Sam's dare that got Bucky pecked by a bunch of overprotective hens when he tried to help collect eggs. Again, Sam's fault that Bucky wound up stuck in a tall ass tree because the asshole scared Clint's dog and somehow the dog wound up in the tree. So when Bucky wound up finding a lizard that Clint's daughter called Pearl cuddling up to his face in the morning, he knew it was Sam's fucking fault then, too.

@liquidlightz - Bucky loved to trade pearls with his new found friend. He'd search the ocean floor and gather a few to bring to Steve, who in turn would bring him what he called chicken. It tasted so different from fish and Bucky was hooked. The taller the chicken the more pearls Bucky would give Steve. In his world these had value, but Steve was planning to give them right back one day, he was just designing the perfect necklace to make out of them for Bucky. In the meanwhile, he could do with eating veg and potatoes so he could give Bucky all his chicken.

@huntress79 - Like in so many other things, the animals of Wakanda were just as unique as the country itself. The rhinos were scary at first, but once you knew the trick, you could turn them into giant balls of fluff in no time. The goats, though just as stubborn as those Bucky remembered from childhood summers spend with relatives in Indiana, were the biggest source of entertainment in the village, hands down. But truth be told, the biggest surprise were the chicken. Sure enough, they could work up a cacophony of sounds in a heartbeat like any other chicken on this planet, but for some reason, Wakandan chicken were way taller, with legs as long as some supermodel, and the shells of their eggs almost resembled pearls, so sparkly.

@somesortofitalianroast - a chicken on a tall dresser with mother of pearl drawer knobs....

@ribbonsflyingoutthewindow - There's a whole comedic fic in there somewhere.

@bookdragon13 Bucky trying to wrangle up a chicken on Clint’s farm and it ends up on the dresser somehow? Somehow I can also see Bucky buying a tall chicken statue made out of pearl kinda like the dog statue Joey bought in Friends

paintball, drive-in, cherry chapstick - suggested by @wolfnprey

@rebelmeg - bucky's first date with the love of his life was... perfect. it was everything a first date should be. they played paintball like kids, no-holds-barred and laughing like hyenas. then the drive-in movie, a double feature while they ate popcorn and blushed while they held hands. and the kiss at the end of the night... bucky could still taste the cherry chapstick on his lips, and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

@liquidlightz - Bucky loved and hated paintball in equal measure. He loved getting to run wild and show off his skills, not just shooting, but agility and camouflage. The darn helmet these venues required you to wear played havoc with his hair though, and the cold wind and dust from crawling around made his lips dry and there was no way he was showing up to his date later this evening with chapped lips. Steve was taking him to a modern drive-in, reminiscent of the old days, and that was just going to end in hours of making out, at least. He paused out of sight behind a tree and pulled out his plum-flavoured chapstick from one of his many pockets, which may have also been housing a comb, mini conditioning spray, and whatnots. Re-applying every 20mins should hopefully do the trick. Putting it away again, he checked the charges left in his rifle.

@huntress79 - Tony Stark was, despite his repeated protests, a lot like his father Howard, at least to Bucky. It was most obvious with the things he invented, but apparently, the same brain was also good with coming up with new, crazy ideas for team bonding events. Like taking a whole lot of individuals trained on various weapons to a paintball area. After some discussion, Bucky, Wanda, Clint and Scott ended up on Steve's team, while Nat, Rhodey, Peter and Maria Hill made up Tony's team. And holy moly, everyone, except for Peter, treated it like an actual mission. Within moments after splitting up, Steve was dispersing tactics, Clint was checking the wind, and Scott was trying to get the ants in the floor to cooperate. Wanda was watching the whole shindig with a fond smile, while reapplying her cherry-flavored chapstick. And Bucky? His mind was already on his evening plans - a nice date with Sam, consisting of dinner at a small seafood restaurant near Battery Park, a movie at the summer drive-in and tied off with (hopefully) some adult action in either of their apartments at the Tower. He only hoped he would survive these crazy "war games" first.

@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky wasn’t really sure why they were playing paintball. Well, “play” paintball. With him, Clint, Nat, and Tony all with exceptional marksmanship skills, it made no sense. It made even less sense for them to have the paintball “game” at an abandoned drive-in movie theatre, which just so happened to be located on a lot that included several acres of woods and lake with a dock. Until Steve mentioned that he had a tube of cherry chapstick and Bucky could taste it. But only if he won.

#buckybarnesbingo2021 #bbb2021 #bbb discord party #3 prompt summary #party game

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rosebloodcat · 4 years

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More Android Gordon Chatting

As previously stated, I really like Robot/Android AUs, and I tend to go pretty crazy with AUs in general when I come up with them. So here’s part 2 of my Android Gordon/DBH AU rambling over Discord with @lady-lampblack

RoseBloodCat: Random Android Gordo thought: He can't have a dick-slip because, as a Nanny/Housekeeping model, he has no dick.

Gordon is either on the edge of his seat or completely unaware of the Android Rights stuff going on in Detroit. It depends on when the Resonance Cascade happens. If it's before it then he'll probably be following it all on the news. But if it's during then he wouldn't know about it until after. Both could be interesting depending on which one is used.

If he's at Tommy's house when it's going on, he's probably hyper focused on what's going on and what the reactions of the humans are. And how the police/government are responding. Because that would be something he'd feel really strongly about as a Deviant-in-Hiding. He'd be anxious to know if he could legally be seen as a person, or if he had to continue his charade of being Tommy's housekeeper/pet sitter.

However, it happening at the same time as the Resonance Cascade could be super interesting/surprising too. Since he wouldn't know it had happened until he got out, and would have been blindsided by it all. He'd need to adjust to being freethinking for the first time in his life and actually being able to act on those thoughts and feelings without (major) repercussions.

It's like, do we give him the chance to adjust first? Let he learn how to deal with emotions and trauma first? Or do we have him speed-run his freedoms and emotions now that he isn't just another robot?

the gay (mango): I feel like him coming out of the rescas with the detroit riots happening while hes inside

I mean

A lot of bots are gonna have to break their programming with the aliens popping in everywhere unless the rescas is only centralized in black mesa

RoseBloodCat: True! Very true.

That would end up as a bit of a mix between the 2 options then, Gordon coming out of Black Mesa and being offered a place to stay with Tommy as the final clean-up from the Alien invasion is finished.

And then the news of the Android Freedom/Civil Rights movement appearing in Detroit and that tons of other androids had gone deviant under the stresses and couldn't just... Go back to the lives they'd had before.

Too much had happened to just sweep the fallout under the rug.

Plus, you know, there's possibility that Black Mesa's involvement got leaked so there's the fallout from that too, along with a good portion of them trying to cover up/refuse a thorough investigation into why it happened. Because shit like that can't happen without someone having to take responsibility.

Especially if it got out that they had used a Daycare Android in their Highly Dangerous alien testing. And that's not even getting into the trouble they'd find themselves in if the rest of their unethical science was discovered.

They might be able to partially cover/fix that by letting Tommy take Gordon as a Housekeeper, since they could then say that they'd "Gotten Rid" of the Android involved in the test. (Same idea as firing/relocating/dismissing a Scientist who'd screwed something up)

They'd probably try to avoid names too, just to further cover their asses.

the gay (mango): Not to mention the fact that the majority of the staff died from both aliens and government asses

RoseBloodCat: Ye

Pretty easy to cover up because of that tbh.

With most of the staff dead, it's pretty easy to just go "Unfortunately, most of the scientists and androids in charge of the tests that day were killed in the ensuing chaos from both the invasion and the military's attempts to fight back."

"Sadly, we may not be able to reopen or continue our work due to the losses suffered."

the gay (mango): So black mesa could claim the android involved didn't make it out

RoseBloodCat: Yeah, so long as they don't mention his name or android number, Gordon could get away (mostly) scott free.

the gay (mango): If someone asks for specifics black mesa can claim that records were lost and/or not recorded

RoseBloodCat: Yup.

I should draw Android Gordon sometime. Like, each version of him that would (possibly) be in the story/AU

Clean/Pre-test (in his uniform before the Testing shit), Post Test (Messed up clothes, possibly with Blood spatter) After Escape, (Clean Uniform, but now with accents that show he's not quite a normal Android anymore) and After Revolution (Where he's actually wearing normal clothes and is able to ditch his uniform)

the gay (mango): Does android lose his arm?

RoseBloodCat: I've been debating on that. Like It could be a good point to show that something is going haywire on the outside in regards to Androids, (or them just being dicks) Or they could not do that and just... Be awful.

the gay (mango): I mean androids are p looked down on in dbh even before the revolution

RoseBloodCat: Yeah...

the gay (mango): So soldiers beating up and dismembering a random black mesa android? P in line w the universe

RoseBloodCat: Honestly? It really is. Black Mesa just seems like a magnet for assholes (with, like, a handful of exceptions) My brain is bouncing between Androids and Splatoon while I'm on shift. Plez send halp Or ideas. Whichever.

the gay (mango): I dont splatoon sorry

RoseBloodCat: Android thoughts are welcome too.

the gay (mango): What does coomer count as with his cyber limbs?

RoseBloodCat: Cyborg. Since he started out human and was augmented with tech.

the gay (mango): Fair But in a world of androids how is he viewed

RoseBloodCat: Probably as just... A human with fancy prosthetics.

the gay (mango): Fair What does bubby think of the annoying babysitter being an android?

RoseBloodCat: Not much at first. He knows Gordon's there to help with test, but probably thinks a human should be the one doing it an not the Nannybot from Daycare. But it's more from a professional stand point than a "I don't like Androids" one. Gordon doesn't have a degree in any field of research after all.

the gay (mango): Fair

RoseBloodCat: But it probably came off as that at first. When the test went kooky and he started out blaming Gordon for it. He was complaining about Gordon not doing it right and messing up the test, but he meant that it was because he wasn't educated for these things and not because he was an Android. But Gordon probably takes it to mean that. (That can be used for a comfort attempt from Bubby later, possible when someone points out that it sounded like Bubby hated androids or something.)

the gay (mango): Gordon juat feeling alienated cause bubby is an ass

RoseBloodCat: "I wasn't pissed because you were an Android, I was pissed because you weren't... Made to do this stuff? You're a fucking... Nanny, not a... Research bot..." Just- awkward comfort attempt.

The Flower (Lili): :') love that

the gay (mango): Bonding momence

RoseBloodCat: Coomer and Tommy probably also said something to the effect of "An android shouldn't do this test." Too, but they were so friendly at the same time that it hit differently. Bobby's an ass, but Gordon didn't really notice that he's like that for everyone not just him.

the gay (mango): whos bobby Gordon is a child handler, he takes everything personally

RoseBloodCat: XD (Also, auto correct is awful whenever I try to write these names.)

the gay (mango): Honestly that's part of why i banished my autocorrect to the shadow realm

RoseBloodCat: Lol

#half life vr but the ai is sef aware #hlvrai #detroit become human #dbh #crossover #half life vr become human #hlvrbh #android gordon #robot gordon #gordon freeman

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An Unbreakable Bond Ch. 11

I’m happy I’m finally able to post Chapter Eleven; thank you guys for being patient with me. I was originally going to post it earlier but I went to the store with my husband, I started breathing abnormal and heart racing. I felt like I was going to black out. I started shaking, and was becoming disoriented. I thought maybe a panic attack. We got home, and it became worse very quickly. I could not stop shaking and I couldn’t breathe, my mother gave me an inhaler. My tremors are finally starting to slowly go away, hours later. Unfortunately hot weather does this to me thanks to my auto immune issues. Dx

. A character or two may be a little OOC in this. I really wanted to dive into Karin’s emotions with this story, and take in the fact that she is becoming an adult and has grown since before the war with Aizen. Also the same with Toshiro; even though he has technically experienced more years then Karin, by Soul Society age standards he is still pretty young. In his own way, he is growing as well. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this Chapter. It finally has one of my absolute favorite characters involved and I LOVE IT. I’m really proud of this chapter. I hope you guys love it too. :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.

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Chapter 11. Realizations and reunions.

It had been a long day, Karin was indeed exhausted.

She walked along the street on her way home from school, struggling to keep her eyes open. She had been beyond the point of tired the last few days. She blamed it on the worry she felt for her brother, Ichigo. She had not seen him in a few weeks now. She knew he was probably alright but she couldn’t stop her worry. She was his sister, after all.

Her walk leads her to a hill, a hill she is very familiar with. She smiles, looking off to the side to watch the sunset. Then she feels his reiatsu. Her head darts up, and she sees Tōshirō Hitsugaya in the distance. The same spot where she had first met him, which had been a little over a year ago now. She can’t help but feel excitement, and starts jogging to meet him in his usual spot.

He gives a small smile once he notices her jogging towards him. Once she stops a few feet in front of him, they look at each for a moment before she speaks.

“Hey, Tōshirō.”

She’s surprised that for once he lets the name slide. Usually he would become agitated and correct her. Her eyebrows furrow in concern, and he notices.

“It’s been awhile, Kurosaki.”

She rolls her eyes and sighs. He knew she hates when he calls her by her last name. They were friends after all, right?

“Yeah. I’m guessing you’ve been busy?” she asks him, a smirk on her lips. He’s always busy and she knows that. She watches his eyes dart to the ground, his teal eyes full with worry as he lets out another sigh. When he looks up a moment later she has to remind herself to breathe, because he looks tired. Vulnerable. Worried. Scared?

“Very. I have to talk to you about something.” He motions her to a bench that’s behind them. They sit down next to one another, as he rests his hands on his knees; looking straight ahead at the sunset. She looks at him, clearly concerned now. Something happened, she could tell.

“You haven’t seen your brother in awhile, right?” He asks the question like he already knows the answer. Karin’s eyes widen, realizing Tōshirō Hitsugaya knows something regarding her brother.

“No. Not for a few weeks... is he okay?”

Tōshirō, hearing the concern in her voice; reaches out for one of her hands. He holds her right hand in his, not even thinking about the action of it. Karin’s eyes widen even more, watching him reach for her hand and holding it gently in his. It was silent for a moment before he spoke.

“He’s okay. He went to rescue Inoue Orihime. A few of his friends went with him. Someone against Soul Society.. kidnapped her.” Karin stills at hearing his words, gripping on to Tōshirō's hand without even realizing it. Tōshirō looks down at their joined hands, knowing he needed to tell her what was surely to happen very soon.

“What’s happening, Tōshirō?”

He knew by the tone in her voice that she knew it was something bad. He lets another sigh, trying to put on a brave face for her. But even this was something that scared the 10th Division Captain. He reluctantly lifted his head up, meeting her eyes. Karin’s heart began to race at the worried look in his eyes, his lips set in a firm line.

“Aizen happened. He was.. Momo’s Captain. He betrayed Soul Society. He hurt her.” With that said, he gripped Karin’s hand back in return as she watched his eyes look off into the distance, clearly struggling with what he was telling her.

“She’s okay. This all happened before Rukia Kuchiki’s execution. Which your brother stopped.” He couldn’t help but smirk after saying that. Her brother had destroyed half of Soul Society’s infrastructure while rescuing Rukia. Karin gaped at him, clearly speechless. Until a smirk formed on her lips as she shook her head.

“I can’t even be surprised with anything he does anymore. And I’m definitely not surprised he did that for Rukia.”

“Why do you say that?”

He couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow at her words. Karin gave him a flabbergasted look back, before giving a coy smile.

“Dude, ever since she showed up here she’s been living in his closet.”

Tōshirō Hitsugaya’s mouth fell open.

Karin held back her laughter at the shocked and hilarious look on her friends face but it became to much for her to take, and she bowed her head in order to laugh into her hand. The one not holding onto his.

Karin’s face flushed at the realization and was about to pull her hand back, when his hand gripped hers again. She looked up in surprise, to see his eyes boring into hers. There was a grimace on his face (which really was not uncommon for the Captain) but she could tell by his eyes that something was indeed very wrong.

“After Aizen betrayed Soul Society he fled and went to Hueco Mundo with his comrades. They kidnapped Orihime because of her special power in healing people, and we believe it was to also lure Ichigo to their hideout.” Karin was not surprised by her brothers actions, and she was not as worried as Toshiro probably thought she was. She smiled at him then.

“Ichigo will always protect the people he cares about. He may be brash, reckless and an idiot at times but he’s strong. In a lot of ways.”

Tōshirō watched his friend talk about her brother, a determined look now on her face. He had seen that look on Ichigo’s face many times. He realized though that she did not fully understand what was about to happen. He gave another sigh, suddenly full of anxiety. This was going to be harder then he had thought.

“Karin..”

He trailed off, looking down at their combined hands. She looked down as well and watched as he stroked his thumb where it rested above one of her knuckles. She was not used to him acting like this. He was showing affection. He was clearly troubled. Her heart hurt as she saw how his shoulders sagged, as if he had a weight on them that wouldn’t go away.

“There is a war coming. Because of Aizen. Maybe in a few weeks, maybe sooner then that.”

Karin felt a chill run down her spine. For some reason that name made her feel sick. But a war...

She gulped, her heart clenching at the thought of war coming. A war her brother would surely be involved in. As well as her best friend. She felt the color drain from her face, while she unconsciously held Tōshirō’s hand tighter in hers. His tone made it obvious to her that he was afraid. She knew he was a Captain, she knew he was strong. She had seen him battle Hollows, even saved her life before. His reiatsu was overwhelming at times. But even Karin knew that war was life or death, no matter how strong you were.

“A lot of people are going to die, right?”

She lifted her head back up, meeting his teal eyes with hers. He couldn’t speak, only nodded his head somberly. She held eye contact with him, fully understanding what could happen. If they lost, it would be the end.

“My brother is going to be involved, right?”

Tōshirō had been waiting for that question, even if Karin already knew the answer. She needed to hear him say it. He cleared his throat, choosing to keep eye contact with her.

“Yes, he will be. He’s strong. Stronger then any of us. If anyone can stop Aizen, it is your brother.”

Karin nodded, breaking eye contact with Tōshirō; choosing to stare back down at their intertwined hands. She knew the strength her brother wielded. She couldn’t help but worry though. She couldn’t imagine losing him. It was hard enough on their family when their mother had died. She couldn’t imagine Ichigo never coming back home..

Then there was Tōshirō. Her best friend. He was strong but not as strong as her brother. She had faith in them both, she had hope. But she still felt the lingering doubt in the back of her mind questioning... what if one of them didn’t survive? What if neither of them did?

Karin did not realize how much this was effecting her until she heard herself sniffle. Her eyes widened, before feeling the sting at the back of her eyes.

“Dammit.” She muttered under her breath, quickly rubbing at her eyes with her empty hand. She rubbed at them furiously, before meeting eyes again with

Tōshirō who had an almost heart broken expression on his face. She knew he knew she was upset. Of course he did. He had always seemed to know so much about her, right from the start.

Before she could think she placed her other hand on his right shoulder, pulling him closer to her so he was face to face with her. His alarmed teal eyes met her emotional ones. Yet he noticed they held a strength in them, a certain resolve that he had seen in Ichigo Kurosaki’s eyes before.

“You are not going to die, Tōshirō Hitsugaya; do you hear me? You are strong, you are going to fight! Same as my brother. You both will make it out of this alive. If you don’t I swear to Kami I will find a way to bring you back just so I can kick your ass!”

His eyes widened in alarm at her passionate words. The look on her face showed how serious she was. But if he looked closer, he can still see the tears behind her eyes. He could feel her hand in his that was trembling. She was being brave for him. He was then overcome with the sudden urge to comfort her. He did not think, only leaned closer and wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her in for a hug.

Karin’s breathe hitched. Realizing he was holding her to him, and her arm was around his shoulder. She had not been expecting that. Had he ever hugged her before? Maybe once in the past. She couldn’t think straight. She felt the tears stream down her face as she held on tightly to him. He held on just as tight, closing his eyes while he leaned his chin on her shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, Kurosaki.”

She gave a tearful laugh into the crook of his neck; still holding on to him. She just needed a few more seconds of this. Being close to him.

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Karin.”

“Okay, Karin.”

She reluctantly pulled back, quickly rubbing at her face so he wouldn’t see her tears. He looked away as she did so, not wanting her to be embarrassed due to her emotions.

“This could be the last time I see you, right?”

His heart dropped at that question. He didn’t want to answer that. He did not even want to think about it. But he had to answer. He met her eyes then.

“Yes.”

He couldn’t explain what passed between them right before his soul pager went off. But he didn’t have time to question it. Lost in the moment, they both jumped at the sound. He sighed, reaching his hand into his pocket grabbing the device. He flipped it open, seeing a message from his Lieutenant. He quickly typed a reply back before flipping the device closed and packeting it. His heart felt so heavy in that moment. He wasn’t ready to leave.

“I have to go.”

Their hands were still intertwined and he squeezed her hand before looking back up. He didn’t want to look away. He didn’t want to leave like this, with her upset. Knowing this may be the last time he sees her. His heart clenched painfully, watching the expression on her face turn to obvious pain. Before he realized what he was doing, he leaned forward; gently pressing his lips to her forehead for a few seconds before slowly pulling away. His forehead was almost touching hers once he pulled back.

“I promise you will me see again, Karin.”

With that said, he reluctantly took his hand out of hers and stood up to leave. He walked away, a little faster then his normal walking pace. With each step he took, his heart hurt worse. She turned her head to watch him walk away, feeling a piece of herself leave with him.

—-

Karin Kurosaki jolted up in bed, breathing heavy. Feeling the tears in her eyes, her heart clenching painfully like it did in that moment years ago. She clenched the part of her shirt above her heart, trying to calm her racing heart.

A few minutes later, after her heart settled back to its normal rhythm; she gave a frustrated sigh before slamming one of her fists down on the mattress. Of course she would dream about the last moment she saw Tōshirō Hitsugaya. She knew it was because she missed him. She couldn’t stop thinking of the white haired Captain since her and Rukia had talked about him and sent the Hell Butterfly to Soul Society. The message that was for him.

It had been over two years since she had seen her best friend. Even before Rukia had come back, she had missed him. She had thought about him. It was not the first time she had dreams of him, worried about him. Before her and Rukia had talked about their white haired friend, she knew he must have had a good reason to not visit. Considering their last meeting, it was obvious to her that he cared. How much he cared, she did not know... she tried not to think about that.

They had been close. She had felt they had been close since the first time they had met. She didn’t know how to explain it, even years later. She had felt connected to him in a way she never had with anyone else before. Maybe it was because he understood her being able to see spirits, considering he could. Even though it was because he was a Shinigami.

She gave a large sigh before getting out of bed. Noticing Yuzu was not in her bed, she looked to their clock seeing it was nine AM. Yuzu had probably already finished making breakfast and let her sleep in. Her twin sister knew she had been having trouble sleeping at night lately. After grabbing a pair of clothes she shuffled to the bathroom, thinking.

She had always wondered how old her best friend really was. He had never told her. He looked younger then Rukia so she figured he must be younger then the raven haired Shinigami. But even Karin didn’t know how old Rukia was. Her and Tōshirō had always looked close to the same age. In her opinion, it didn’t really matter.

Because he understood her.

He understood she could see spirits. He understood she struggled with it. She is sure he noticed the last time they saw each other, that her powers had grown stronger. Even back then, she understood ‘reiatsu’. Also known as spiritual pressure. Unlike her brother, she was good at controlling hers and sensing it. Tōshirō had known that too.

One time he had brought up how Ichigo was terrible at controlling his. She had laughed, not surprised. He had then commented how he had noticed how good she was at controlling hers. She had been shocked and told him she did not realize it. He had looked flabbergasted, to say the least.

After dressing, Karin brushed her hair and put it up in her signature ponytail. Her hair had definitely grown longer since last seeing the 10th Division Captain. She had thought about cutting it, but she realized she actually liked putting it up. It made her look more mature for her age. It made her feel good, considering she definitely felt older then fifteen.

Once satisfied with her appearance she exits the bathroom and made her way downstairs, hearing Ichigo and Rukia talking in the kitchen. They looked up once seeing her enter the kitchen.

“Morning.”

She made her way to the coffee pot, pouring herself a cup before sitting next to Yuzu at the kitchen table. Yuzu smiled at her before setting a plate in front of her, that consisted of eggs and toast. Karin smiled in gratitude before digging in.

“Ichigo we should go to the beach again soon!”

Karin watched her brother look over at his girlfriend with raised eyebrows.

“Rukia, we were just there a few days ago.”

Rukia rolled her eyes, setting her fork down after finishing her food.

“I know, but it was so much fun!”

Ichigo watched his girlfriends eyes light up in excitement and Karin saw him giving in. She smirked. He didn’t realized how whipped he was when it cane to Rukia. Ichigo rolled his eyes, before sighing; defeated.

“Fine, we’ll go tomorrow. I think it’s supposed to rain later today.”

Karin watched as Rukia then pouted in her seat, obviously meaning when she said “soon” she had meant today. Karin finished her breakfast before sipping at her coffee. She wondered what she should do today. It was not a day she played soccer with her friends. Maybe she would lounge around the house and be lazy for once...

She took another sip of her coffee, listening to Rukia and her brother converse before she felt something. Something familiar. She almost dropped her coffee, before catching herself and setting it down on the kitchen table with a loud thud.

Her eyes widened, stopping mid breath. Was that...

She looked straight ahead, watching Rukia’s eyes widen in surprise as they met hers. She knew then.

It was him. It was Tōshirō.

——

Rukia wasn’t expecting to feel it when she did. She had been talking to Ichigo about what they should do today. Since they couldn’t go to the beach, maybe see a movie. She hadn’t seen a movie in theaters in years and she had heard a new Chappy movie had been released. She knew she had to see it before she went back.

She was bringing it up to Ichigo when she felt it. Tōshirō Hitsugaya’s reiatsu. She heard a loud thud in Karin’s direction. She looked towards her, their eyes meeting. The color had drained from Karin’s face. Ichigo noticing the sudden silence and the look on his his sisters and girlfriends faces, spoke up.

“What’s the-“

And then he felt it too. That was definitely Tōshirō. Ichigo knew he wasn’t as good at sensing reiatsu but it was hard to miss this. It was so strong. He watched as Rukia stood up from her seat at the table. He looked over and noticed the look on Karin’s face. She was shocked.

“It’s him. I’m going to go meet him. We will go to Urahara’s shop to get his Gigai.You guys stay here.”

With that she ran to Ichigo’s bedroom to retrieve her Soul Candy. No one said a word at watching her leave the kitchen.

Ichigo looked over to his sisters. Karin’s eyes were still wide, he noticed she was slightly shaking. Yuzu had a confused look on her face, not really understanding what was going on. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“It’s Tōshirō Hitsugaya. He’s here.”

——

Rukia didn’t think when she ran up the stairs. Once entering Ichigo’s bedroom, she grabbed the Soul Candy on his desk before laying down on his bed and popping one in her mouth. Once she was in her Soul Reaper form, she opened his bedroom window and jumped out. Pinpointing her friends location she Shunpo’d there; not wanting to waste any time.

Thankfully he was walking an abandoned street. She saw the ice forming below his feet before she saw his face. She stopped ten feet in front of him, her heart clenching at the site of her friend. He had dark bags under his eyes, she could tell he was hurting. But it was not from physical injury.

He stopped walking as soon as she was in front of him. Rukia noticed then how fast the ice was forming around where he stood. They were silent for a long moment before she spoke.

“Captain Hitsugaya.”

“Lieutenant Kuchiki.”

His voice was barely above a whisper. Their eyes met and she knew. She wanted to cry, to scream. But she couldn’t. She had to be strong for him. She watched the ice thicken on the sidewalk around him before he spoke in a whisper.

“She’s gone.. Momo is gone.”

Before she could speak, he collapsed.

—-

“Thank you, Rukia.”

Rukia looked over to her friend with sad eyes. He was sitting at one of Urahara’s tea tables across from her, a far off look in his eyes.

“You do not need to thank me. I’m your friend, remember?” she said softly before sipping at her tea.

He gave a small smile at that before meeting her eyes. He was grateful for her. He never expected them to become such close friends after the war with Aizen, but he was grateful for it. She had helped him while training with him, even if she did not know it. His hands held tightly to the tea cup around his hands before taking a sip of the freshly brewed tea.

Rukia watched him with concerned eyes. Her heart had dropped as soon as she saw him collapse, thankfully she had caught him before he hit the frozen sidewalk beneath them. She had Shunpo'd them to Urahara’s shop a few seconds later and waited for him to wake up. Once he did, he entered his Gigai which led them to sitting at the tea table together with Urahara.

“I’m sorry to hear about Hinamori.”

For once, Urahara had spoken softly and in a somber tone. Far from how he usually was. Tōshirō gave a sad sigh before looking at the tea table, lost in thought.

“Thank you, Kisuke.”

They remained in silence, finishing their tea before Tōshirō stood up suddenly and stretched out his limbs. Rukia followed his actions, before looking over to Urahara.

“Thank you.” she said softly, her eyes moving to the 10th Division Captain.

“No need to thank me! I am glad to help a friend!” He said in his usual tone before breaking his fan out and covering his face. Tōshirō nodded a thank you before exiting the shop with Rukia. They walked the way back to the Kurosaki household in silence.

“How has Ichigo been?”

Rukia was surprised by his question, considering how depressed she knew the Captain was. She couldn’t help but blush at the question. She had never told her friend about her feelings for the orange haired teen since she had never realized her feelings until a month before she had been reunited with him.

“He has been good. He’s happy.”

Tōshirō looked over at his friend, seeing the blush upon her cheeks. But he was not surprised. He had had a feeling his two friends would realize their feelings for one another sooner or later. He nodded in reply, seeing the Kurosaki household come into view.

“How is Karin?”

His question was above a whisper but Rukia could hear the clear concern in his voice. She smiled, glancing over to see him deep in thought while watching the Kurosaki household come into view.

“She’s good too. She’s grown. She’s definitely missed you.”

Rukia watched his face flush, and couldn’t help the smirk that came over her face. She wasn’t stupid. She knew. Even if he didn’t.

—-

Karin was growing beyond impatient. She paced the living room floor, as her brother watched her. An irritated look on his face. He couldn’t help it. He was protective of his little sisters.

They could both feel Rukia and Tōshirō’s reiatsu getting closer. By the time it was almost at the doorstep, Karin stopped and looked at the front door. Heart racing, focusing on breathing. Ichigo looked over to the door as the doorknob turned. Before it opened he stood up, and they both watched as the door opened; revealing the two Shinigami.

Rukia met eyes with Ichigo and walked towards him, grabbing him by the elbow before he could say anything. She dragged him to the stairs, as he muttered in protest. She stopped then, giving him an icy glare that said he needed to ask questions later. He grudgingly followed her up the stairs, leaving his sister and friend alone in the living room.

—-

The first thing Tōshirō saw when he emerged in the Kurosaki household was her. Once he follows in behind Rukia he closed the door behind him, and watched in amusement as Rukia dragged Ichigo by the elbow to the stairs before giving him a glare that he almost cowered from. Tōshirō almost laughed at that. Almost. He watched as they went up the stairs before turning his gaze back to Karin.

She had grown. He could tell she was slightly taller. Her face leaner. Her hair had grown and was in a ponytail. She wasn’t a child any more. He watched as her eyes widened at the sight of him before taking a step closer to him, and smiling.

“I knew you would keep your promise.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at that. Of course that would be the first thing she says.

“Karin.”

“Tōshirō’.”

He didn’t care about correcting her. She was his best friend. He had missed her, and from the look on her face she had missed him too. He hesitantly took a step towards her, and then another. She followed, and before he could comprehend she was a few feet in front of him and they reached for each other at the same time.

For the first time in years he felt at peace as he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her face buried in the side of his neck, breathing a shaky sigh before melting into his embrace. He realized she was trying not to cry. He held on to her tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder like he did years ago. She clutched onto him, as they held each other up.

“I missed you.”

Her voice was thick with unshed tears as she clutched the back of his shirt. He leaned his head down, burying it into her shoulder; finally allowing himself to break. She was shocked when she heard his tear filled voice reply back.

“I missed you too.”

—-

She was not sure how long they stayed like that, holding on to each other in the living room. Karin was not sure what to say to her white haired friend once they pulled away from one another. She certainly wasn’t expecting the shocked look to come across his face before his knees buckled and he collapsed. She caught him before he could hit the ground. Fear began creeping In.

“Ichigo!!!”

Her scream sounded strange, even for her. But this scared her. He was fine a moment ago. She looked to the stairs, and saw her brother hurry down the stairs, almost tripping over his feet before stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Rukia landing beside him. The look on her brothers face was full of confusion, he rushed over to the pair.

“Is he freezing the floor?”

Karin didn’t realize until he said it. She looked towards the ground, seeing the ice forming beneath their feet. She then realized how cold she was, and his skin was as cold as the ice under them. She gave her brother a confused look, as Ichigo gently took him from Karin.

“We need to take him to your dad.”

Rukia said urgently, while pushing Ichigo towards the door. Karin followed behind them. In this moment, she was happy Yuzu was at her baking class. She didn’t need to see him like this.

—-

Karin could not get her heart to settle down. She had been waiting with Rukia and her brother for half an hour now, with still no word from her father. She could still see the scared look that came across her fathers face when they burst through the clinic doors, Ichigo carrying Hitsugaya. Ichigo was still shaking ice out of his clothes. Karin was looking down at the floor, tapping her foot impatiently when her father came through the door.

Rukia and Ichigo stood up next to Karin, waiting for the older man to speak.

“He’s going to be fine. From what I can tell, he has been over exerting himself the last few weeks. He is sleep deprived, dehydrated..”

He trailed off, seeing the now melted ice on the floor. He looked up to meet his daughters eyes.

“He is going through a lot of emotional turmoil right now.. which is to be expected with what happened. But that is the reason for the ice forming. He’s usually very good at controlling his emotions, but when he can’t.. this is the outcome of it.”

The room was silent as they thought about Tōshirō’s emotional turmoil. Karin furrowed her eyes brows, crossing her arms over her chest. She felt dread seeping in, she didn’t know what had happened.

“Wait, what the hell happened?”

Everyone went to stare at Karin, the atmosphere becoming uncomfortable. Her eyes widened as she looked at each of them. They had close to the same expressions on their faces. Shock. Hurt. Karin felt her heart begin to accelerate in fear, her hands beginning to shake. She knew deep down what would hurt Tōshirō like this. Her dad could only nod somberly before looking down. Karin felt the color once again drain from her face as she turned her head to meet eyes with Rukia.

Rukia had unshed tears in her eyes, she cleared her throat to speak but not before laying a hand on the younger girls shoulder. The words she spoke next made Karin go numb.

“Momo Hinamori passed away.”

Karin did not remember sitting down after that, or her brother ending up on the other side of her as Rukia rubbed her back. But Karin felt nothing. She could only hear her sobs, as she broke.

—-

Ten minutes went by before Karin felt like an idiot for breaking down and crying. Now was not the time for her to break, not when her best friend needed her. She stood up then, shocking Ichigo and Rukia. Her father watched on, an amused smile on his face.

Karin wiped at her face before stretching. She turned and gave Rukia and her brother a grateful look before walking over to her dad.

“Can I see him?”

Isshin nodded, before setting a hand on his daughters shoulder. She looked up at him, knowing he had something to say.

“He may be in and out of sleep. When he woke up after Ichigo brought him in the room, he kind of.. freaked out. I thought it was going to start snowing in that room.” He pointed to the room behind him where the 10th Division laid.

“To get him to calm down I had to give him a mild sedative. It should wear off soon, but he may be a little out of it until then. He’s also got an IV in his hand, to help get him hydrated again.”

Karin crossed her arms over her chest again, before clearing her throat and giving her father a grateful look.

“Thanks, dad.”

Isshin only nodded before removing his hand from his daughters shoulder and opening the door for her, once she was in he closed the door behind her. She was unsure what she expected to see when she walked in.

She had never seen him look so peaceful before. She slowly walked over to his bed, taking in his appearance. His breathing was normal, that was good. She saw the IV in his hand, which looked painful. She noticed he almost took up the whole length of the bed, he had grown taller. She looked up to his face, seeing the prominent jaw line that was not as much there compared to the last time she saw him.

Before she could think any further, she sat down in the chair next to his bedside; not taking her eyes off of him. He was in so much pain. Even if she could not see it in his face now. She felt it through his reiatsu.

She remembers the first time he had brought up his child hood friend Momo. From what she could tell back then, Momo was one of the only people he was very close to aside from Granny. She was his family. He would actually smile talking about her. Now she was gone.

Letting out a shaky sigh, she silently moved the chair closer to his bedside before leaning forward, reaching a hand out to gently take one of his hands in hers. His hand was still ice cold. Suddenly feeling exhausted, Karin leaned her head down; gently resting her forehead on the back of his hand. Within moments, she was asleep.

—-

“Ichigo.”

Hearing his girlfriends voice, he turned around; giving her a questioning look. She rolled her eyes before folding her arms over her chest.

“Let’s go. Karin and Tōshirō will be fine.”

“But-“

“No buts, Ichigo.”

With that, she grabbed his hand in hers, practically dragging him outside of the clinic. Isshin couldn’t help but laugh as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Ichigo whipped his head around after hearing his father laugh, squinting his eyes at him before disappearing out the door.

Once outside Rukia abruptly stopped on the sidewalk, making Ichigo almost trip over his feet. She rolled her eyes at him, as he caught himself. What a dork.

“I know you worry about your sister. But right now she is fine and is worried about her friend. “

She watched as Ichigo looked up towards the sky before letting out a large sigh, while rubbing the back of his neck.

“I know. It’s just.. I’m her brother. I can’t help worrying.”

Rukia gave him a soft smile, understanding. He really was a good big brother. She took a step towards him as he looked back down and met her violet eyes with his. She squeezed his hand before leaning up to kiss him. He kissed her back, his other hand going to her hip.

Reluctantly she pulled away, and gave him a coy smile as she watched the blush appear on his cheeks. Before he could speak she turned and started pulling him down the street.

“Wha- Rukia, where are we going?”

“To see the new Chappy movie, fool!”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to that, Midget!”

——

The first thing Tōshirō Hitsugaya noticed when he woke up, was the warmth he felt coming from his right hand. He slowly blinked his eyes open, vision slightly blurry before focusing on the ceiling. He gave a sigh before moving his eyes downward, seeing a dark haired girl leaning over his bed. Her head over his hand.

Karin.

He couldn’t help but flush as the memory resurfaced of him blacking out in front of her. He knew his emotions had gotten the better of him, and saw the ice that had formed under their feet before his vision went black. He groaned in embarrassment, raising his other hand to rub at his eyes but flinched in pain when he felt a tug. He looked down to see an IV in his left hand, he knew it was Isshin’s doing.

Shit.

His face drained of color when he then remembered waking up once he first got to this room. Pushing his way out of Ichigo’s arms who had been carrying his unconscious body; he had yelled in surprise before almost accidentally punching the orange haired teen in the face. With his emotions high and the surprise he had felt upon waking he had almost ended up freezing the entire room over with solid ice.

Certainly not one of his best moments.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt his hand being squeezed, the one Karin’s forehead was pressed against. He squeezed back and watched in silent amusement as she perked her head up, meeting his teal eyes. He watched as a blush rose to her cheeks before she stood up straight, almost looking like she was going to hug him before her gaze hardened and he almost cowered into the bed. Almost.

“My dad said you have been over exerting yourself lately. For weeks, if not longer. You are sleep deprived and you’re dehydrated, which is why you have an IV.” She pointed to his left hand in reference as he flinched, the thing really did hurt. He looked back at her, still seeing the anger in her eyes and a scowl on her face.

“ I should kick your ass up and down this clinic for not taking care of yourself, Tōshirō Hitsugaya.”

His eyes widened at the use of his full name. The last time she had said his full name was the last time they had seen each other. Aside from that she never called him by his full name. This was not good. He shuddered when he felt her reiatsu flare up around her. Definitely not good.

But then something happened he was not expecting. Her eyes softened,, her reiatsu settling around her before hesitantly reaching out to him. He let out a breathe he didn’t realize he had been holding in. Her reiatsu settled over him, it was comforting in a way. She held onto his hand.

“But I understand. I should have been there for you. I would have been if I could.” She said softly, her heart aching again.

“I know.”

He didn’t know what else to say. With her words, he figured she knew what had happened to Momo. His heart clenched at the thought. The memory of Momo passing made his heart race painfully as he held her hand tightly.

“Tōshirō.”

He looked back up at the sound of his name. It was barely above a whisper, he realized it was because she had tears in her eyes. She was looking at him like she did the last time they had seen each other. Before the war.

“I’m so sorry.”

His heart almost broke at the tone in her voice. He knew that she knew he was hurting. She understood. She had lost someone very important to her once too. Before he could reply, she was out of her chair, leaning over him to wrap an arm around his neck. He froze, as he felt her chin rest on his shoulder as she hugged him. He wrapped his arm around her, the one with the IV in his hand. He didn’t care about the pain from the tug of it, he barely felt it as he hugged her back.

This was a moment in time he didn’t mind if it lasted forever. He focused on her breathing and the way her reiatsu was comforting his. It was in a way, intimate.

This had never happened between them before. It was new. It brought questions to his mind he didn’t have the answers to. But he wouldn’t think about that now. He held on to her, as he closed his eyes and breathed. The ache in his heart was still present, but this comfort from her helped him in a way he could not explain. He was thankful for it. Thanlful for her.

—-

They ended up talking for a few hours before he fell asleep. By then the sedative had worn off but he couldn’t help the overwhelming fatigue he still felt from pushing himself the last few weeks. Once he had fallen asleep, Karin looked down to see his hand still in hers. Had their hands stayed like that this whole time?

She couldn’t help but blush, as she gently took his hand out of hers. She looked at him for another minute, feeling his reitsu stay calm before slowly getting up and making her way out of the room. She silently shut the door behind her before turning around and almost instinctively punching her father who was standing right behind her, a huge grin on his face.

“How is our little Shiro doing?”

\She flushed at his question, instantly becoming irritated. She folded her arms, refusing to meet his gaze.

“He’s fine. He’ll be okay.”

Karin turned her gaze to the clock seeing it was almost four in the afternoon. She had not realized they had been talking for that long. She walked past her father, walking towards the front door of the clinic.

“He’s going to need your help in order to get through this.”

She stopped in her tracks at hearing her fathers words. She turned her head to look back at him, seeing a serious expression on his face. It surprised her. It always surprised her when her father turned serious. Her gaze was determined, a certain resolve in her eyes as she spoke back.

“I know. I’m not going anywhere.”

With that said, she exited the clinic leaving a confused Isshin. He turned back to look at the door where Captain Hitsugaya lay asleep.

‘What exactly do you mean to my daughter, Tōshirō?’

He wondered. By the fierce look he saw in his daughters eyes, he figured the young Captain meant an awful lot to her. He couldn’t stop the smirk that settled on his face.

“This should be interesting.”

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Of Food and Comfort - Part 2

Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.

Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language

Pairing:: Thor x Reader

That night with the movie was so long ago, you couldn’t remember all the little details. Instead you could only remember how you curled comfortably into Thor’s side. Neither of you had cuddled before, but it is something you will always remember. Especially at times like now, when you wonder how he’s doing.

The next morning after the movie night you spent the day doing your normal work, a little confused when Thor wasn’t following you around like a lost puppy dog. Instead you continued on and prepared a special dinner just for him.

Only to have your small heart break to find out he left in the middle of the night back to Asgard.

You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, don’t feel too bad about it. He had things to do there too. Don’t be like Jane, you told yourself. Be better than that. Support his life, because that is all you can do.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a month; still Thor did not return. Even though you worried for the big guy, Steve said Thor had gone for four months once. Things happen within each of the nine realms that he needs to attend to.

After a month into his absence, you met Liam.

Liam worked at the high-end auto store you visited for maintenance of the cars in the garage. You had been visiting that store for almost a year and never ran into him. Once you laid eyes on him though, it was a little breath taking. His hair was dark and thick, just wavy enough to hold a shape a top of his head. Brown eyes the same shade as warm chocolate and full lips you wanted to kiss with every breath in your lungs. Now he was a man you stood a chance with--because he wasn’t a super hero or a God.

“Hello,” he smiled offering a hand, “I’m Liam. How can I assist you today?”

“Air and oil filters,” you breathed a little harder. “For sixteen different cars.”

His eyes widened a little bit before motioning you to follow him to the computer. “It’s for the Tony Stark account, all the vehicles are saved in his database. They usually have them ready for me,” you trailed off.

“Oh! You must be Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he smirked. “I’ve heard a lot about the legendary woman who wrenches for Mr. Stark and hangs out with the Avengers.”

“That’s me,” you wrung your hands nervously. Why did handsome men always make you nervous?

More small talk ensued while he started to ring up all the filters. You grabbed a bundle of blue paper towel and pulled out your wallet. Inside it, was full of Tony Stark’s various cards that you could use for whatever you needed. Anything. At all. It was nice being his somewhat tech assistant. Thankfully you didn’t have to plan out his life, Pepper Potts still handled that on top of Stark Industries.

“Tell me Y/N,” Liam handed you the receipt, “do you date the average Joe auto part’s salesmen?”

Two Months Later

“Tony! We already ran a background check on him four different times. One of which, you handled yourself instead of letting SHIELD do it,” you huffed while putting another pot in the oven.

The genius was propped on the counter, not helping, but watching you prepare different plates and dishes. It was Thanksgiving and Bruce’s birthday. So, you offered to make a Thanksgiving feast to celebrate the holiday with the only family you had now. It was nice to consider them family. Tony was like the older annoying brother you wished you always had.

On second thought, maybe the brother you wished you never had.

“I’m just saying Y/N, he could be HYDRA in disguise,” Tony replied curtly.

“Completely normal auto parts salesman Stark.”

Liam and you had been seeing each other for a few months, and he wanted to invite you to his family’s dinner. You kindly declined, and when you mentioned it to Steve he insisted you invited your boyfriend. Then you had to explain he wasn’t your boyfriend, but Steve wasn’t buying into it.

It must have been the time Steve came to pick you up, and Liam had his hands on your ass and his tongue in your mouth.

It was a pretty strict rule you made ever since you left high school and started college. You could go on dates and see someone, but you refused to get into a relationship with them unless you knew each other for at least three months.

“Miss Y/N, your guest Liam Herrington has arrived. Shall we open the doors,” FRIDAY’s voice called over the intercom.

With a quick glance around the kitchen, you deemed everything okay for a few minutes while you ran down to the entrance to greet Liam. The last thing you wanted was for him to enter a house full of super heroes without someone else at his side. Your blue jeans already had flour on them, but your canvas tan colored blouse was clean for now.

Sam had already opened the door and invited Liam in. You took two more strides to grasp his hand and start to lead him through the base. “Come on now baby girl,” Sam laughed after you, “introduce us!”

“Dinner is ready,” you called behind you, “we can do introductions at the table.”

Shortly after you said that, FRIDAY made an announcement that went through the base.

The dining room held the largest table you could find on short notice. It should be large enough to seat everyone, but barely large enough to hold all the food you made--and you made a lot of food. It looked like the last supper for an army, although you have seen how they eat. Once everyone entered and started to sit, you motioned Liam to sit at the spot on your right. All you needed to do now was get plates and set them at the seats for everyone. Like always, you loved to play the hostess.

“So, everyone, this is Liam. Liam this is…well almost everyone. I’ll let you introduce yourselves while I get the plates set,” you called over the small talk.

Half of the table was already set with plates, you just needed to get the rest. Then you would pour yourself a very large glass of wine. The cooking had been so stressful you sipped on a glass here and there, but now you could enjoy it.

The noises from the dining room grew for a second, but nothing you could make out over the fan running in the kitchen. With a stack of plates in hand, you emerged and set them on the corner of the table nearest you.

“Lady Y/N!”

Only one person called you that. Every fiber of your body tensed and sung in joy at the sound of your name off his lips. You hadn’t heard his voice in so long, you could feel the heat behind your eyes start to ignite. Before you could take him in, you were lifted off your feet and encased in his warm strong arms and musk.

“Oh, how I have missed you,” Thor’s voice hummed in your ear while he held you tighter. Had he ever hugged you before? You remembered how you both cuddled on the couch months ago.

This was so much better.

Just as quick as it started, he set you back down to correct your ruffled blouse. “What is the occasion of this feast you have prepared,” he questioned aloud. You directed him to a chair, one across from you while trying not to act flustered. With the rest of the plates handed out you grabbed another glass and some wine to pour for him.

“Bruce’s birthday and Thanksgiving,” you smiled at him warmly while you poured the glass. You turned to leave his side and return to your seat, only to be surprised to see his arm closing off the only way out. His hand was rested on Steve’s seat next to him, almost as if he was trapping you in with him. When you opened your mouth to ask him to move it, Thor retreated naturally. You were coming around to your seat as he extended that hand to Liam.

“Nice to make your acquaintance, I am Thor. Are you a new member of our team,” Thor asked while shaking Liam’s hand lightly.

“Erm, no. I’m Liam—uh Y/N’s guest.”

Thor’s electric blue hues rounded on you, eyeing your form with Liam’s arm on your chair, similar to his stance just moments ago. Something in his gaze hardened to indescribable.

Conversation flowed between everyone. It all was a dull blur. The only thing that captured your attention was how Thor’s light seemed to have flickered out. It was almost as if he was put off, like when Jane broke it off with him. Could that be the issue? Was he upset because of Jane still? Did seeing a couple happy before him remind him of his loss?

After the last bites were eaten, everyone chipped in on helping clean up the dishes. It was nice to have a crew to help with the mess of dishes that were used for the dinner. Afterwards, everyone moved to the common room to sit and drink while talking. The mood lightened and soon funny stories were being passed back and forth.

Thor smiled and quickly took a sip from his flask. It contained Asgardian liquor, something to actually get him tipsy or drunk. “Y/N and I went to the market to get food,” he said looking at you.

“Thor you always go with me,” you smirked. The wine had you tipsy and a little red in the face.

“Well we went to the market and purchased Pop-tarts.”

Instantly you burst into laughter, small tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the memory. At the time you were a little embarrassed and somewhat horrified, but now that you thought back on it, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mind you,” you pointed out, “he had twelve boxes of pop-tarts on the belt. Twelve--and the checkout girl was checking him out.”

Thor didn’t roll his eyes when he was playfully annoyed, he would smirk softly and gave you a droll stare. The familiar act was heart warming, causing you to smile radiantly.

“The girl asked how many children I had,” Thor boomed in laughter. There were a few chuckles, here and there from others. “I told her we had four.”

That did get everyone to bubble up in laughter. You downed the rest of your wine and stood, ready to get a refill. “She looked so appalled,” you chuckled out. “But it was even worse when he grabbed my stomach and said the fifth was on the way.”

Liam trailed behind you while you walked to the kitchen, leaving the thunderous laughter behind you. His hands skimmed your waist while you poured more of the delicious drink into your glass. “I think I’m going to head out babe,” he murmured into your neck. After a large sip of your glass, you left it on the counter to walk Liam to the entrance of the base. The walk was a little lengthy, it involved an elevator and trekking across to the other side of the compound. It was somewhat worth it though, because once the elevator doors closed his lips crashed into yours in a deep kiss.

All the wine made it a little surreal for you, but you kissed him back anyway. If everything kept going this smoothly for another month, you would call him your boyfriend happily. So far he had been wonderful.

Liam’s hand was glued to your ass while you walked to the door. His car was parked right next to it thankfully. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he whispered, pressing one more kiss to your mouth.

“Please do,” you murmured, smiling softly and watched him get in the truck and leave.

The walk up to the common room was a little difficult to maneuver while tipsy, but you made it after pressing the level three button a few times. Your glass of wine was still on the counter. With a quick grab at it and you back to the common room.

The day had gone well. You made an amazing dinner for everyone, Liam got along well, and Thor was back. Everyone was where you left them in the room, except Thor took Liam’s spot on the love seat. You settled in next to him and continued to drink and talk with everyone.

“I don’t know if I like him,” Tony scoffed and looked directly at you.

“Like who,” you inquired confused.

“You’re boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend Tony,” you huffed.

“Good,” Clint agreed, “I didn’t like him either.”

“Do you kiss guys like that who aren’t your boyfriend,” Steve asked a little confused.

“Whoa! Why don’t you guys like him? Steve, stop analyzing my dating life, please,” you whispered frustrated. The night was going to well until now!

“He left without a goodbye to the rest of us,” Thor rumbled next to you, then drinking from his flask heavily.

“You have no room to talk big guy,” you mutter, “I always find out you left after everyone else did, by word of mouth.”

Tony waved his hands around, looking for words. Clint just shrugged, “He doesn’t seem good enough for you sweetheart.”

A quick roll of your eyes left you dumbfounded. “Then tell me oh Clint my uncle I didn’t know I had, who is good enough for me? I’m not getting any younger, and my bed gets lonely,” you reply.

Sam swept up in a large bow, tipping to the left a little, “At your service ma’am. I make an excellent bed warmer.”

The room erupted in more laughter, soon forgetting about the small bump in conversation over the dislike of your choice in men.

As the darkness took the sky, the night progressed and most of the others had become tipsy. Steve and Thor had been sharing Thor’s flask for the majority of the night. Surprisingly the super solider was glassy eyed and slurring a bit in his words. You had never seen Steve drunk before, or even heard of the man getting drunk—and you had seen him pack away quite a few beers. What was in the flask? Absinthe?

“Come on, it sounds like you guys had fun last time with yanking the hammer,” Sam nudged Thor in the ribs again. The way the words had come out had you burst out laughing, tears threatening to spill over.

Thor thrust his hand out behind your back. Suddenly a gust of wind caressed your shoulders and a slight tingle across your ass, causing you to shiver. The hammer was in his hand as he pulled it around to show Sam. “Only those who are worthy can lift Mjölnir,” he took a few steps to place the hammer on the table in front of everyone.

Sam didn’t hesitate to put both hands on the handle and yank as hard as he could. When the metal weapon didn’t so much as budge, most of the team chuckled. Steve rolled his eyes as he pushed Sam away from the hammer. With both of his hands, muscles straining, he was able to move the hammer about an inch in one direction. Thor’s smile slid off his face for a fraction of a second until the hammer remained still again. Your eyes widened, realizing that the look that crossed his face was mild fear. The alcohol in your veins made you bold in your addled mind.

Your fingers wrapped around Steve’s bicep as you ushered him away from the table and the hammer. Once planted firmly in front of it, your hands rested on your hips.

“So, only those who are worthy can lift Mojior,” you raised a brow at the hunk of blonde and muscle.

Thor crossed his arms across his chest in amusement as he smiled. “It’s name is Mjölnir. If one is worthy enough to rule Asgard and protect the nine realms, they will be able to wield the power of thunder, lightning and Mjölnir.”

“So, if I lift Mahal,” you started again, “what do I get?” It must be a competition, if you lift it, you get a prize.

His deep laugh radiated through the room, tickling your heart. It was a little hard to breathe.

“Tis not some dwarf God from your movies schat. Say it with me, Mjölnir. Myawl-nir.”

You attempted to repeat the words he said but failing miserably due to your loose tongue from drinking.

“So, if I lift Mew-Mew,” you repeated, “what do I get?”

He finally came to sit on the couch that was before the table, snuggling in next to Tony. All the team members were lounging and enjoying the show. From your understanding, the last time this happened, no one picked up the hammer either. Steve was the only one to make any progress, but still was not to lift it. Truly you knew you couldn’t, but it was endearing to see how amused he was from your antics.

“If you can lift Mjölnir, I will take you to Asgard.”

You offered a shrug, saying with your body that the prize was good enough. Ideally you wanted him to take you into his arms and—no, you cannot think of Thor like that anymore. He wasn’t—isn’t—interested. And you had Liam.

Liam didn’t have sky blue eyes that could make you melt into a puddle of goo with one glace though.

With a sigh you forced your brain to turn off while you pressed both hands to the handle of the hammer. It was warm and electrifying at first touch, almost as if you got static shock. It startled you, making your body jerk back with the hammer still in your grasp. The heavy chuck of metal followed you to the floor as you tumbled. “Ow,” you muttered.

There, in your lap was Mjölnir.

“Holy shit,” Steve muttered.

Thor was up in an instant, coming to rest on his knees next to you with wide surprised eyes.

With one hand, you used your slim muscles to lift the hammer up in between your face and his. It wasn’t light by any means, but it was just light enough that you could wield it like a large wrench. Up close you could see the writings and geometric designs on its surface, something you never paid attention to before. Your E/C hues met sky blues over the gleam of the sleek weapon.

“My dróttning,” he murmured in awe.

“Holy shit, Steve said shit,” Tony erupted from behind Thor.

Natasha scoffed, “Fuck that. Y/N has the power of thunder. We can get rid of Thor now.”

Soon the night started to come to an end. You were most certainly drunk, legs wobbling as you teetered down the hallways to stumble to your room. Only Natasha shared the hallway with you, but Thor insisted that you wouldn’t make it to bed by yourself. Maybe he was right, because you almost ate the floor a few times. Oddly he was a little tipsy as well, because every time you almost fell, and he caught you—you both melted into the floor in a fit of giggles.

Once your door loomed up, you ran to it and slammed into the knob with a breath of air. “We made it,” you sang quietly. “Thank you Thor, what a gallant gentle-sir of you.”

“Yes, of course. You would have fallen on the ground and slept in the kitchen if I had not brought you,” he replied.

Once the door was opened, you stumbled to the bed where you sighed in relief. Now all you needed to do to finish the night is to get your pants and bra off. Your hand flicked the button open easily, then used your thumbs to push the waist down. “Thor,” you grumbled, will you take my pants off for me?”

Almost as if he was waiting for instruction, you felt his large fingers work to find the cuff of your pant legs and pull each off with little effort.

“Again,” you sigh again, “thank you.”

“Anything else I can assist you with Y/N? Do you need a…. bed warmer,” his voice was soft and murmured, almost a little gruff.

“No,” you yawned, “it’s too hot as it is… Goodnight Thor.”

If you weren’t so drunk out of your mind, you would have thought for a moment Thor offered to have sex with you.

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