#and i was like uh id have a panic attack and start crying like the world is ending cause thats how my dumbass brain reacts to inconveniences | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yanderart · 4 years ago

Text

He caught you when no one else did; defeated you when no one else could. Whether you liked to admit it or not, Eraserhead had clearly proven his worth.

So why didn't you prove yours, little villain?

Another portrait for my POV yandere series, this time of Aizawa. Got a few people requesting me to draw/write for him so hopefully y'all enjoy it 🖤

Below the cut, as customary for the series, is a longshot one-shot that delves further into the backstory (Aizawa x Villain Reader, nsfw, dark themes, 8k).

TWs: dub-con, graphic smut, Bad Bondage Etiquette, degradation/humiliation, brat (villain) taming, cumplay and slight bimbofication. Scumbag Aizawa is real.

— — —

The day you met Eraserhead, looking back, saying your worries had been misplaced would be an understatement. With not being apprehended and losing street cred at the very top of your list, it was decidedly easy to skip over any of the other big red-lettered warnings.

You first felt the tickle in your nape while you carried your acquisitions across downtown Musutafu, accompanied by the familiar presage of someone watching your every movement. The city around you was bustling, as was the norm, as loud and meandering in its complaints as a chronically diseased elder, yet the alleys you took as shortcuts grew quieter and quieter with each step.

It was eerie, alarming, and a platitude of other adjectives you shamefully chose to neglect.

“So this is the great V/N in the flesh,” the lazy cadence of someone calling out your alias froze you mid-step, the way his owner dragged each syllable telling you he hadn’t yet decided whether you were worth wasting his breath on.

Your body was responding before you even had a chance to properly process the threat, running on instinct and muscle memory as you twirled to face the mysterious man and prepared to...

“Cute dress, kid.” Eraserhead in the flesh stood barely a few feet away, glowing scarlet orbs illuminating his preternaturally blank expression and transforming it instead into a visage of pure intimidation. “Didn’t pitch you for the frilly type.”

The growing panic in your chest put a hitch in your breath as you stared back. Yet you couldn’t help but still try, fruitlessly hoping—hands clenched, nails puncturing your own flesh as you tried to force your dormant quirk awake. And all for naught, considering your efforts were only repaid by the hatchet of your sinking realization being buried even deeper.

Although, the Pro-Hero also appeared to notice your meager attempts, taking a few steps closer to your form with a condescending gleam in his otherwise somber features.

Before you were conscious of what you were looking at (and before you had half a mind to attempt a quirkless attack on the hero), you observed the weapon wrapped around his neck unfolding fluidly, the extensions of fabric reaching out to envelop you in a forceful embrace that left your arms tucked to your sides and your back uncomfortably straightened.

“Better to trap you before you get any wild ideas. It’s your fault you’re in this position in the first place anyways,” he was taunting you, prodding you and poking you as you found yourself completely at his mercy, uselessly struggling much in the same way many of your victims had surely felt in their last few moments at your hands.

"Eraserhead," his pseudonym resembled an insult on your tongue, your rage and resentment making for rather colorful enhancements. "Don’t you have anything better to do than trapping helpless girls with this weapon of yours? Didn't peg you for a pervert."

Usually, you managed to reign in some of your nastier attitudes, channeling them into your quirk and the violence you could inflict with it…

But tied up and under the influence of his own ability as you were? All you had was pettiness.

"You can dress up as a civ all you want. Won't be fooling me." He took several steps, closing the distance between you two with barely the hint of a smile morphing his stern expression.

You could see the faint stubble on his handsome face from this up close, blood-shot eyes that refused to blink as they studied you in ample detail. Could even see the scar carved onto one of his cheekbones, a textured promise of the fight he had survived and now wore as a medal.

Such was your luck, that the Pro to finally catch up with you had to be this rugged scumbag.

"I'm not even engaging in any criminal activities, Eraseridiot." Your insult was terrible, but you were never much of a verbal sparrer. Not when you could use your fists instead. "What are you gonna send me to the pigs for? I know my rights."

And you did. So when the condescension on the lazy hero's face turned into a full-on expression of mockery as he approached your "bag of acquisitions," you audibly gulped. Goddamn stalker couldn't have been following you for that long? Could he?

If only you knew.

"Then," he held up the bag with an indolent brand of interest, the contents dangling tauntingly from his clutch. "How do you explain this over here? I reckon even dirt like you knows what stealing qualifies as." His other hand dived for the contents and before you could voice any protest, cheeks blushing furiously, a slow hint of a chuckle was bobbing his adam's apple. "It would be a fun thing to peg you down for, though."

That damned weapon of his didn't give out an inch as you started to furiously struggle, becoming instead impossibly tighter with each futile attempt at freeing yourself.

"You fucking psycho, is this your sick way of trying to pick me up or something?"

But your quip did not deter him at all (if anything, it spurred him on). The hand inside the bag tensed for a moment before he was retrieving the sole object inside. To say mortification was written all over your face would be an understatement.

A dark pantyhose now hung from Eraserhead's nimble fingers, not a second being wasted by the Hero before he proceeded to bring it up to his face, carelessly stretching the garment until you could see every single one of his features through the sheer material. The way the moonlight caught in it, bouncing off and bathing his patronizing face, made for uncomfortably intimate imagery.

(Yet a part of you, one you would never admit existed if further questioned, also could not help but notice the striking attractiveness of it all, making you want to squirm for completely different reasons while the man continued to exert his quirk on you through the fabric of your fucking lingerie.)

"Gotta say, didn't take you for a pantyhose kind of gal either. Girls like you…" He uttered the last part more like an afterthought, tossing the bag aside before his hands continued toying with the tights absentmindedly. "Are suited for something like fishnets much more."

By that point, you were sure he was just playing with you. You were such a harmless joke, restrained and showcased like a prize for his viewing pleasure.

"Reckon you must own quite a few pairs, uh?" He continued egging you on when you failed to give a timely enough answer.

(Perhaps the fact that he so easily guessed that detail should’ve been your first real warning, too.)

Yet you couldn’t help how his condescension and the downright dirty way he stared at you sent dark shivers up your spine, the threat he represented turning strangely alluring under the dim street lights illuminating you both.

As a villain, you had robbed, murdered, set people ablaze, and even stolen a popsicle or two from some crying kids. So why were Eraserhead's words having such an effect on you? Why did, a part of you deep down, seemed enthused by the awful way in which he was speaking to you?

"You don't have any proof I stole them. I just threw away the receipt after I bought them. Very environmentally unconscious of them, too, when electrical ones are a thing."

Now you were just rambling. What an adorable sight.

"Hmm, never thought I'd hear "environmentally unconscious" being uttered by a two-bit criminal." He stopped stretching the lingerie for a moment, thoughtfully scratching at his incipient stubble with his free hand instead, "Are you really trying to sell me the good samaritan angle?"

To his credit too, he seemed genuinely puzzled by your approach for an instant. Guess even an experienced pro like him still had room to be shocked.

"I'm not trying to sell you anything, imbecile." The snobbishly controlled tone of yours was back, the shaking of panic subsiding while you held onto your only hope of leaving this confrontation unscathed. "And my rights clearly state you need proof to apprehend me. Need causality to exert your quirk on me, too, or you would be the one breaking the law."

Now, Eraserhead wasn’t annoyed per se. You could tell from what little he had already spoken (and from the myriad of cautionary tales you had been told) that little could rattle the man at all, but your comment definitely appeared to intrigue him. It made you feel like an animal being studied, pinned down, and ready to be dissected for his own morbid curiosity.

"Isn't this just rich?" His tone was almost lethargic, words dragging on with a faint rumble. "Are you going to run off to the police, then? Tell them how a Pro trapped you and tried turning you in for a very obvious act of theft?", his eyebrows were raised, eyes more awake despite his monotone voice carrying on. "Be my guest then."

Because of course you were all bark, no bite and he was more than willing to call you out on your shit. So instead of continuing down that route, you decided to veer for a new approach, switching from your assortment of insolent tactics.

"Do you get off on this, then?" Your voice morphing into meekness while you adopted an expression of distress, bottom lip jutting out with the sparkle of thinly veiled sarcasm glimmering in your eyes. "Do you like thinking of yourself as the Big Bad Hero, maybe?" And you could tell by the way the incipient smile froze on his lips that your question had caught him off guard. Made you wanna press even harder, "Do you like the idea of taking a defenseless little girl into an alley and showing her just how bad you can be? Maybe planned on teaching me a lesson, is that it?"

His frown mimicked yours now, no longer any hints of cruel enjoyment on his part. His eyes still glowed red, but he was now squinting ever so slightly, zeroing in on you not only due to the limits of his quirk but also due to the words rapidly continuing to escape your impudent mouth.

"Does Eraserhead like to fuck his lays into being law-abiding citizens? Is the power over someone else what really gets you off, perhaps?"

It was like a spell was cast on the both of you. He couldn't drift his attention, his eyes couldn't stop scanning your face — quickly flickering from the hatred coloring your gaze to the slight quiver of frustration shaking your lips. The hand which he still used to grab your stockings was now a closed fist, knuckles growing pale from the poorly contained strength.

"Bet you plotted this entire thing, you creep. Wanted to take me behind an alley and show me my place." Your taunts were becoming increasingly more risqué, the anger blurring your sense of preservation—and the hint of something else too, a secret excitement you were unwilling to recognize. "Wanted to have me all submissive and obedient under you, surely. Show me what a scary hero cock can do, is that it?"

But instead of earning another entertaining grimace, you had a first-row seat to the rapidly darkening expression on his face. Eyes squinted at the same time that the bandages settled even tighter around you, cutting off your breath for a moment before relenting just enough not to suffocate you.

And that's when you first felt it for the first time, just when your jests died on your lips and you drank on his foreboding reaction. The grip of Eraserhead's quirk, more constricting than any ropes, wavering faintly around the prison he had constructed around you; the distinct buzzing in your hands returning for a mere instant before flickering out again.

Now that was interesting.

"Should watch what you're saying," the pro-hero sounded gruff, voice tinted by a new kind of intensity.

Like a shark smelling the smallest whiff of blood, you couldn’t help your instincts urging you to dial down.

"Always knew you hero types had a hard-on for the power trips. Bet you were using all of this as a decoy. Is this when you strip me and hold me down? When you plow me into the floor of this alley and tell me to "behave or else"?"

You knew your jabs were going too far, getting too brazen… yet as much as you enjoyed making the Pro visibly uncomfortable, once he decided to close the distance between you two there was little you could do to stop yourself from flinching. A fire inhabited his expression, the vivid brightness emanating from his stare not only intimidating, but downright frightening too.

"Are you trying to rile me up?" His hand gripped your face with force, bandages shifting until they were enveloping your neck, holding you up and forcing you to reciprocate his glare, "What do you think will you achieve by antagonizing me even more, V/N?"

You just looked at him through your eyelashes, still somehow managing to play up the innocent act through the layers of fear settling in. And as expected, it only served to further his irritation, calloused fingers digging even deeper into your cheeks and coaxing the claws of terror to continue trailing their nails all around you.

"I’m just trying to understand you, Eraserhead." The way you smiled at him was defiance personified despite it all, your tongue wetting your lips while you caught his eyes following the movement. There was the slightest give of his quirk again, a fluctuation in his concentration informing you that you were finally on the right track. "And I think, given the fact that I haven’t been cuffed yet, that we can both still come to a mutual agreement."

Fingers twitched around your jawline, muffling your words while your sides were squished together harshly. But even manhandling you, the Hero couldn’t hide the spark in his eyes, an interest you foolishly believed to be ignited by your former comments.

"So you are indeed trying to rile me up then." It was an assertion, not a hint of doubt in his leisure intonation.

Instead of replying this time, you just slowly blinked his way, observing your imitation of meekness reflected in a gaze that refused to abandon yours. It had been so long since you last tried to play coy, so long since you needed to depend on anything besides your own strength and ruthlessness. You couldn’t help the thrill you got from playing the role.

"Think you’ll get me distracted enough to break away, I bet." He was whispering directly against your skin after getting dangerously closer, the heat from his cushioned lips provoking an involuntary shiver. "Do you believe nobody else tried this approach before, little villain?"

You gulped, feeling caught before you even had time to properly set the stage.

"I wasn’t..."

"Weren’t what, trying to seduce me?" There was a sense of levity hidden somewhere under his timbre, stored between words that kept dragging on in a mantle of aloofness. "Or did you not mean any of your words?"

When you didn’t reply, you could feel the cruel smile resurfacing against your earlobe.

"If I lift your dress right now, do you think I’ll have my answer?" His question sounded almost casual, as weightless as your alias had been when he first called you out.

Your heartbeat sang in your chest, an anxious hummingbird trapped inside your ribcage. Because you knew the answer, you both did.

When the hand still clutching your bunched hosiery came up to press the fabric against your thighs, you could not help the gasp that escaped you.

"I bet all those things you were just saying…" His tone drifted off as the stockings were slowly guided up the vastness of your legs, fingers barely grazing you through the thin layer of the stolen undergarments. He was thoroughly teasing you, enjoying the manner in which your expression contorted in response. "You just want me to do them to you, don’t you?"

Even if you would’ve wanted to object, the pressure of his nylon-covered digits finally reaching your dampened panties was enough to kill any possible refusal. He traced the outline of your slit, soft touches running across it with deceitful lightness, and your mind became positively staggered as you were rendered overwhelmed by his actions.

You didn’t have to worry about his next move for long, either, because barely a moment’s notice passed before his entire palm was eagerly covering your crotch. And the new way in which he groped you was demanding, the heel of his wrist putting just enough pressure to drag a shamefully loud mewl from you.

The douchebag even had the gall to laugh at your reaction, the sound of his mirth prompting you to writhe even harder as he continued to feel you up through your rapidly soaking underwear.

"Knew you’d be a slutty one." His breath was hoarse against the side of your face, the stubble on his jaw scratching against your skin in a way which made you wonder how it would feel pressing elsewhere. "So fucking wet, it must hurt being this eager."

He didn’t specify what exact kind of pain he meant, whether your growing need for release or the insufferable blow all of this represented to your pride. Somehow, though, you had an inkling that he was referencing both.

"Wanna show me just how needy you are?" His words echoed with each laboured breath of his, one of the few signs you had that he was clearly very much into the whole affair despite his detached demeanor. "Maybe you could show me more of your adorable little cries."

As Eraserhead rutted his palm against you another time, you found your hips lowering down to chase the feeling much to your own chagrin, more moans making their way out of your panting mouth while he coaxed you to sing the notes of his preferred melody.

It was true that you hated his guts… but another fact was that you hadn’t had action in a long while either. Even with the threat of imprisonment hanging over you, you could not deny how desirable the idea to get to cum against that veiny hand of him was, to grip those muscular shoulders as you reached the perdition he was so tantalizingly offering.

Decidedly forgotten was your plan of you being the one distracting him. For fuck’s sake, you really were a needy whore.

"Why not show me how you cum for me in this alley, if you’re really that desperate?" His words kept getting cruder, his tongue tracing a languid stripe from your earlobe down to the side of your neck, a beautiful path of distractions threatening to dip your sanity even lower. "Be the dirty little villain that I know you are, doll."

But just as soon as the stimulation was hitting you a second time, so it suddenly disappeared. One second fingers were flexing against your tender flesh, coated by your arousal through the layers of fabric separating you and fluttering with the promise of an impending release, and then the very next instant you were left to whimper (a villain like you, actually whimpering!) in the unbearable wake of their absence.

When your eyes searched for the Hero’s again, in his blown out pupils you could only dare interpret part of the enjoyment he was getting from watching you scram for his touch, beautifully bold handwriting spelling out arousal for all to read.

Watching you so easily betray your own ego after all of your lip service? More than simple music to his ears, it was an entire sonnet.

"But, now that I think of it, you were the one trying to walk away free from this. So why should you be the one getting pleasured?"

Even in your precarious situation, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Apparently, your discomfort at being denied was enough to forego your better senses.

The bindings contracted around you in quick response to your insolence, your neck being craned even further and your arms mishandled until they were behind your back instead of at your sides, a sharp pain blooming from your shoulders as you struggled to adjust.

Treated like this, he really did make you feel like a helpless little doll. (Goddamn, that thought alone was enough to have your juices gushing again, the trails of your excitement starting to make a mess of your inner thighs.)

"You don’t get it, do you?" He asked in a despondent voice, unblinking eyes still refusing to abandon your face as he elaborated, "you should already be on your way to some second-rate villain prison, cuffed and muzzled and someone else’s problem."

At his reminder of what you believed to be your impending fate, the mocking pout on your face transformed into a retelling of real horror. Because your spotless reputation was the one trick in your book that had managed to give you a sliver of notoriety over the rest of the unremarkable criminals, much more significant than any quirk or grandiose crime.

So for someone like you to lose that? You might as well hang up the villain costume and retire, for all anyone would care. (And yes, you had been called an attention whore a lot throughout your life, but who could blame you when you couldn’t help but thrive on it?)

Sensing your spiraling thoughts, the Pro raised his eyebrows in an almost pitiful stint, as if he was truly empathizing with the agonized look of your face.

"I know you don’t want that, doll." As his declaration dragged on, the grip that had been steadying your jaw was swapped instead for the peculiar feeling of damp fabric —your pantyhose being pushed against your cheek and spreading your own juices around, all while Eraserhead intently studied the new wave of disgust coloring your features. "So why not show me that even a villain slut like you can behave? Give me a reason to believe that and..." The slickered garment was now pressing to your closed lips, your eyes starting to water with the weight of the humiliation you were being made to endure. "Maybe then I’ll consider letting you go."

You knew he was lying, had every right to doubt the sincerity of his promise and, in its place, conclude he just meant to take advantage of you in your desperate state and then leave you for the pigs to find anyway.

You knew all of that, and yet you still opened your mouth and allowed him to do as he pleased. When he worked the pair of soiled stockings inside, you had troubles recognizing the pathetic sight being reflected your way from the wild hue of his gaze.

For someone who had always prided herself in being a predator, you had never looked more like prey.

"Fuck, that’s it, doll." He pushed the piece further with his fingers, forcing you to stretch your lips until your jaw started to hurt from the strain. His fingers swirled inside, pressing the soaked material against the flat of your tongue and instructing you to eagerly lick it.

You had never felt as debased in your entire life, being forced to choose between savoring your own arousal while tied up in an alley or ruining a reputation you had fought so earnestly to maintain.

(And yet your thighs were pressing together now, attempting to create some meager friction to alleviate a yearning that did nothing but shift, demand, grow.)

"Look at you cleaning up your own mess," he almost sounded proud of you as you kept dutifully sucking, his other hand brushing your hair away from your shoulders in a strangely consoling way. "Seeing you all obedient like this, one could be fooled into thinking there is yet hope for reform."

By the time the Hero finally took his hand away, bunching up the stockings before fitting them into one of the hidden pockets of his dark costume, you thought you could discern a mocking smile through the clouds of tears.

"But now, now, doll… are you gonna keep crying or do you wanna try and take proper care of me next?"

Not finding it in yourself to raise your voice again, you instead opted to wet your lips hesitantly as you awaited for him to elaborate further. There was a question dying to be asked, struggling somewhere alongside the myriad of insolent retorts and insults you wished you could swing the Hero’s way without being harshly reprimanded.

"I wouldn’t call that proper exactly," a chuckle reverberated from the back of his throat, gravely and dark as he misrepresented your movements. Fingers still slick from your saliva caressed your bottom lip, massaging it in a way which played straight into the undermining tilt of his words. "Although I’m sure you must be dying to wrap your pretty lips around my cock. Would give you a good reason to stay quiet, uh?"

You really had been intending not to fall for his obvious goading, not trying to give the Pro anymore reasons to be harsh with you (or even worse, give him an excuse to leave you alone and to a fate worse than his company ever would be).

Had tried so hard too, but the cocky villain in you could only take so much degradation before it snapped.

"Goddamn it, are you trying to fuck me or bore to death?" As for the slight quivering in your voice, you dearly hoped he wouldn’t pick up on it.

Predictably enough, that slip earned you another harsh tug from the capture weapon, your whole body pulled back until you thought you were about to be snapped.

"I was just about to praise you for being all sweet for me, V/N." The switch from his pet names to your alias felt like a bucket of ice being dumped on you, voice a slow drawl while he tugged once more from your bottom lip, but this time harsh enough to have you wincing. "I’m trying to teach you how to be a proper girl, so don’t make me regret it. Or would you prefer to go take a prolonged vacation in a holding cell?"

He already knew your answer judging by the way his eyes coldly studied you, unearthing the secrets you uselessly attempted to hide with an ease that unnerved you (and, as much as you loathe to admit, fascinated you).

When he tugged at your mouth again, nails sinking just enough to be noticeable, you knew he was expecting a verbal answer. And a nice one, at that.

"Then fucking get on with it…" Words slurred at the end, caught up in the increasingly somber aura of your captor before you swallow thickly, quickly adding as an afterthought, "Please."

At that, his scowl receded enough for some satisfaction to find its way back into his grimace.

The more you struggled, the sweeter your surrender became.

"Not perfect, but better," he conceded with a thoughtful hum.

If you had properly studied just who he was beyond his active Heroism, then you would’ve understood just how accustomed he was to insubordination. If anything, your act only served to make him feel more at home.

You had barely any time to wonder about whatever he had planned next though, because in an instant that damned contraction of his was moving you around once more, twisting you until you were facing the brick wall of the alleyway with heaving breaths.

Your legs were now maneuvered until you were forced to keep them apart just a smidgen, the new inviting space between your thighs surely a most intoxicating promise for the sick man manhandling you. And your back experienced pain afterwards too, harshly pushed until you had no option but to allow yourself to be pressed against the dirty walls; As a result, you found yourself with your ass backed up and for the world to see, the frilly skirt of your dress caught somewhere between all the movements.

Yet even being roughed up as you were, when a hand reached out to tug your ruined underwear away you couldn't help greedily rutting into it, too worried by the fire gathering in your lower belly to care about maintaining a semblance of the reluctance you would later claim to have experienced.

It was almost comical for the Hero to observe the pathetic image you were now serving up on an ornate platter —especially when compared to the list of deviant crimes and horrors your spreadsheet of accomplishments preached. For all intents and purposes, you really were a horrible, messed up individual…

So it was a wonder why his mind had kept supplying him with the same descriptor ever since he first saw you, the same sweet little word that he thought might as well be written all over your skin for how accurate it described you.

A cute little doll (soon to be his cute little doll). Despite believing himself to be a fairly responsable Hero, the man had never wanted to play with anything as much as he did with you.

The sound of a zipper being lowered was alarmingly loud in the emptiness of your surroundings, as loud as a wail to your sensitive ears. When you squirmed below your restraints, nonetheless, you could no longer pinpoint whether it was from unadulterated fear or a sick sense of anticipation.

How easy it had been to break you, even if you would never recognize it openly.

"Knew you were into it, and now watch your ass trembling in excitement for me." He was chuckling again, not pretending like the cruelty coating his words had any other intention but to degrade you further. It had been just his luck, to find the one villain who just so happened to enjoy it. "I really hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I, doll?"

When the lewd sound of one of his fists pumping his cock reached your ears, you didn’t even bother disguising the whines of complaint refusing to be contained any longer.

"Stop..." Words spilled from clenched teeth, growled out with an annoyance that no longer sought to defy, "Fucking..." but to demand instead, "Teasing."

"Hmm, that’s cute. Why don’t you try begging me though?" His cadence was growing as bated as his breath, littered by intermittent curses as his eyes dined on the sight of your glistening core, held up and offered up for him to do as he pleased. "Beg for me to use you, and if you put on a good enough show I might just let you off."

Another shiver rampaging it's way through your body, an exhilaration that could not be entirely pinpointed.

"Please…" You started, rough intonation dripping with venom —But Eraserhead didn't seem to mind the sardonic nature of your pleading though, not as you heard the litany of damnations being spilled from his lips. Your shameful excitement, your bitterness, your hatred… he would feast on it all and do it gladly. "Get on with it, bastard. Didn't anyone tell you never to toy with your food?"

A low murmur was your only response at first, followed by the lewd sound of his pre-cum covered cock being harshly jerked.

"Hmmm, aren't you being a bit too demanding…" His steps echoed again behind you, his unoccupied hand coming up to massage your ass with a rather firm grip. "Even with the begging, I don't think you've learned your place yet."

When he planted a slap in the same place he had been eagerly caressing before, sharp and flaring up your nerves with the sting of pain and humiliation, you couldn't stop your scream from turning into a wanton little moan halfway through.

Even if he was hitting you, it still meant he was touching you, and so enticingly close to the place you actually needed tended to.

"Do it…" your breathing was too heavy to speak in full fluid sentences, body flushed and mind filled with the buzzing of desire. "Do it again, fuck."

You were still not begging him like he asked, but it seemed like your choice of words still greatly pleased him. Another slap rained on your ass, his big warm palm massaging the same reddening spot right after.

And he kept going, the spanking echoing through your body and sending both pain and pleasured shivers up your spine—lewd sounds mixing in with the increasing pace of his other fist pumping his cock. Even without directly touching you, your pussy clenched and weeped with each firm hit.

"Damn, it's my first time meeting such a masochistic whore." Punctuated by his most painful slap yet, the globes of your ass left trembling and a furious shade of crimson to match his lust-filled eyes. "I can see why you've managed to stay free for so long, little villain." The debasement, paired with the pain of his firm strikes, had you moaning even louder. You couldn't even recognize your own sounds, nor the thrills you felt at this entire fucked up ordeal. "Wonder how many other Pros you showed this beautiful sight to."

Even through the fog of sensations impeding you from being wholly coherent, though, you still couldn't help but want to set the record straight.

"None, fuck…" Words merging into another expectant whine when you felt his hand gripping your flesh again, only this time he was kneading you in an oddly tender way —Urging you on, fingers creeping closer to your needy hole. "I'm not… usually in the business of fucking Heroes. Shit, I hate this…"

But you didn’t, and when you were surprised by the warmth of his naked erection barely grazing the sensitive outer lips of your cunt, you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped you.

"Goddamn, V/N, even while you're an ill-mannered brat you still manage to know just what to say."

And then the older man was sliding his cock in the juncture of your thighs, teasing your core by pressing against it while grunts began to escape him. You thought you could cry from having him so close yet still not where you wanted him, but then his shallow thrusts against your legs proved to be much more stimulating than you first expected.

The fat head of his cock even managed to somewhat stimulate your puffy clit with its movements, pushing in its direction as your essence continued to leak out and cover you both. And It was so absolutely debauched, to think a Hero was using your thighs like a fucktoy while you were tied down and unable to stop it....

But it felt so good. Even without him actually in you, you had never been this turned on before.

"More… ughhh," you were now screaming with the side of your face pressed flush against the disgusting brick walls, needy sounds filling the night and making it privy to your descent into madness.

Another thrust, this time angled just precisely enough not to caress your pleasurable areas. Punishment, you feverishly thought while you attempted to wiggle your ass, eager to force more of that delicious friction you were quickly becoming hypnotized by.

"Now, V/N," his gruff voice had adopted a mocking tone of reprimand as he continued to rut against the soft skin of your thighs. "Haven't I taught you anything, yet? If you want something…" The hand returned to your heated skin, digits underneath you both spreading your pussy enough for the chilly night air to send shivers straight to your core. "You gotta say please."

And say please you did. Screamed it even, so eager for more and already far beyond feeling any embarrassment.

He didn't fuck you, not like you really wanted, but suddenly his thick shaft was sliding between your lips as his capture weapon aided him in angling your body just right, pulsing against your hole while he found a new rythimn. When both of his hands returned, one of them held you back to make the process even easier while the other swiftly joined his cock in tending to your eager pussy.

So lost were you in the new raw excitement seizing you, in the knowledge of just how messed up you both were for engaging in such debauchery —so distracted that you didn't even notice the faint buzzing returning to your arms, the vibrancy of an old frequency being reactivated and allowed to encapsulate you again.

(You didn’t notice, but fuck if it didn’t made your orgasm all the sweeter.)

You were cumming like that, your moans resembling squeaks, your body feeling closer to a used fucktoy than a human being. The hero kept rutting against you, the joint efforts of his cock and hand mercilessly continuing to abuse your spasming cunt while your cries filled the space with their decadence.

You felt dirty, guilty, maybe even a little ashamed as the orgasm briefly gave you a clarity of mind your arousal had clouded.

And yet, despite it all, it had been the best you felt in years, possibly ever. As the Pro now tugged your hair, forcing you to wrench your neck just enough to look at him over your shoulder, you couldn't help licking your lips in expectation of what he had in store next.

"You're gonna show me your face next time you come, little villain." He gave you just enough time to nod, eyebrows drawn as your pleasure got impossibly dragged out by the stimulation he still bathed you with. "And you're gonna keep begging me, keep showing me why you deserve to stay free, okay?"

It was commendable, how collected he managed to sound while thrusting into your thighs like that, the sounds of skin slapping against skin driving each of his words home.

"Yes, fuck, whatever you want…" Despite your senses shortly coming back earlier, you were still too far gone to rethink your poor choices. You just knew you wanted more, and so you asked for it. "Just give me more, please."

So fucking obedient. If your parents could see you know, their failure of a villain daughter being all proper and learning to beg for what she wanted? Well, perhaps saying they'd be proud was a stretch, considering you were also the one getting fucked in the middle of a filthy alley.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was just how well your begging would work.

Because the next thrust of his shaft was not between your legs, but aimed to finally breach your needy cunt instead, easily filling you up in one go with how utterly soaked in both of your juices you already were. The girth of him had you already clenching with renewed vigor, his hand stopping his assault on your clit just to give you enough time to truly savor the new intoxicating sensation.

And when your eyes found his again, so drunk on the waves of pleasure you were that you also failed to notice the lack of scarlet coloring the orbs boring into yours, now inescapable voids of dark desire and a type of intense fixation you thought hadn't been there moments ago.

(Or maybe it was always there, and you had been too busy with your own turmoil to notice the clues being left by your so-called enemy).

"Want me to stuff you properly?" His guttural question hit you at the same time as his sharp movements found your tender spot with experienced ease, walls tightening around him while your entire body struggled to continue holding yourself upright, relying more and more on the capture weapon to keep you from toppling over.

The binds still hurt from how tightly they wrapped around you, bruises sure to be left on their wake, but by that point you weren't so sure anymore the sting was an entirely bad thing. If anything, it just made the pleasure all the sweeter by comparison.

"Want me to fill you with so much cum that you reek of hero cock for the rest of the week?" He laughed while he regurgitated some of your words from earlier, the hand pressing against your lower stomach caressing you with a distinct sense of ownership as he elicited another loud moan with a sharp movement of his hips.

Noticing you reacting not only to his actions but to his quips, you could practically hear the self congratulatory smirk as he spoke next.

"Bet the other villains would love knowing how much of a cockhungry whore you turned into too, doll. Talk about fraternizing with the enemy."

And he was right, in a way. Because what would your fellow villains think, seeing you being wrecked by one of the most infamous Pros in the business, lowering yourself to pleading and screaming as he rearranged your insides.

Would you get called a disloyal whore or just a plain traitor? Not only would your spotless reputation and the myth you had fought to build collapse, but from its ashes your eternal shame could be erected.

A shame that would tower over you, looming around you while the eyes of your peers followed you everywhere. You could even picture the jests veered your way, the looks of utter disgust and ridicule...

Somehow, the idea of anyone finding out only made your screams grow louder, impossibly more fervent.

"Fucking… get on with it."

However, his rhythm was rapidly interrupted after your jab, his cock pulling out almost entirely as your core convulsed with the sudden staggering emptiness it was left to grapple with. More whimpers, struggling against the set of eternally unforgiving ties encasing your body.

"But you're making me do all the work, little one" Another slap shook your entire frame as it landed heavily on your still pained cheeks. You were so sore, both from the previous set of hits and from the sheer exhaustion starting to set in, muscles tight and resentful from the awkward positions your body had been manhandled into. "If you really want to continue this, how about you start doing some of the heavy lifting, uh?" Just like before, his palm started massaging the tender spot he had just smacked, fingers digging into your supple flesh being as close to comforting as the Pro seemed capable of. "Show me just how good you can be."

And you could've argued, truly, could've even attempted to hold onto the last vestiges of your pride…

You could’ve done a lot of things, but the truth was that when his weapon relented its hold at last, retreating from the underside of your knees and giving in just a smidge for the first time since you had been captured, you didn't waste any seconds before you were chasing after your high with renewed vigor.

Greedily sinking into him with an obscene sigh, you audibly marveled at the curve of his member being deliciously imprinted in your insides. While you copied the cadence the Hero had previously employed, his grip on your lower belly fluttered, almost like he couldn't decide whether to take control back or allow you to humiliate yourself further with your own zealousness.

It seemed like the later prospect won him over in the end though, because he remained almost impassively still as you did all the work needed to bring you both deliriously close to your peaks.

The sight must've been spectacular, watching you, renown villain V/N, so thoroughly broken and willing to heed his every command. Impaling yourself on his cock, moaning and continuing to beg him for something you were already taking for yourself.

If he died right then and there, he doubted Heaven wouldn't have as much appeal as the scene still unfolding before his eyes. (But again, considering his actions, Heaven wouldn't really be the right place for either of you.)

You were just about to reach your second orgasm, toes curling inside your shoes, fists clenched and a face that spelt poetic extasis. Angling the way you took his cock, every single movement driving him painstakingly deeper, slamming against a spot that made you imagine the stars falling from the sky all around you, their light being the one bathing you instead of the malfunctioning street lamps.

So goddamn close…

Only to have him pull out again, this time completely. You were clenching against nothing, all stimulation stolen from you, and the bitterness of a ruined orgasm promptly dragged curses and complaints out of you before you could even think to stop them.

Eyes searched his, urgently seeking an explanation for his withdrawal only to find his glare fixated instead on that same dirty pair of stockings that had started it all.

Eraserhead must have taken the garment out of his pocket sometime while he fucked you, unfolding it from its scrunched up state until the crotch was visibly presented for both of you to admire, dark sheer fabric still stained from a mix of your arousal and spit.

When the Pro looked at you again, a beautifully dark smile topped his attractive face. He looked painfully content, the way he studied your own mortified expression reminding you of an artist studying his masterwork.

"Only the truly obedient ones get their cunts filled." You noticed then how his other hand was jerking him off again, erection rubbing against the nylon undergarments in a most obscene depiction. Too bad you were too frustrated to appreciate any of it. "I don't think you've… hell, you haven't earned it yet, V/N."

You didn't even notice you were tearing up from the annoyance until it was too late. And maybe that was what finally did it, seeing you actually crying at his refusal to breed you like the slut you both knew you were, writhing in exaggerated despair as you found yourself feeling jealous of a stupid pair of tights, because not long after your pathetic reaction the man was letting out a pained groan of his own and spilling himself all over the damned garment.

But instead of rubbing your wailing in your face after he came down from his own delicious high, last few spurts of cum slowing down to a halt, you were surprised instead by the weapon that had been binding you for the longest time finally retreating.

As expected, you unceremoniously collapsed to the floor, feet now unprepared for supporting your weight and your entire being wholly exhausted after enduring the roughest fuck you had ever experienced. It hurt all over, although you weren't sure whether your still present longing wasn't what pained you the most.

When you looked up to the Pro again, trying to find an answer to the new freedom you were experiencing, you were surprised by having the cum-dripped stockings thrown in your face.

And quite literally so, the still wet seed dribbling down your cheek and into your trembling lips, all before you collected enough wits to grab the offending item and pull it down with an expression of unadulterated disgust.

"Sorry, doll, but you were pouting so irresistibly," The Eraser user actually laughed, this time the sound coming with an untroubled merriment you did not think he was capable of.

He actually looked worn out while he tucked himself back into his costume, accommodating the pieces of clothing until all hints from your ravenous affair disappeared. The bandages were wrapping themselves around his neck once more, looking more like an extravagant scarf than the most precise set of inmovilazing gear you had ever endured.

However, something about his attitude had you forgetting all about his newest slight, much too worried by a new cause of worry.

"Hold on..."

Eraserhead looked down at you from his place after you raised your voice, urging you to continue as he finished getting himself presentable. The air of nonchalance around him was almost more intimidating than any of the actual threats or vulgar comments he had voiced prior. Almost.

"Are you…" you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, voice still raspy and hoarse after what had just transpired. "Are you really letting me go?"

The man just raised one of his eyebrows at that, eyes crinkling for the first time and looking strangely amused.

"Doll, I stopped exerting my quirk on you while I was still teasing you good and proper," he declared bluntly. When his orbs glimmered again, you now felt like an imbecile as you finally realized they had completely lost the reddish hue to them. "So you know what? I thought you deserved to get an out of jail free card for behaving yourself… even if you still need to work some more on your manners."

To call your shocked expression dumbfounded would be a disservice.

When his now bottomless eyes bore into yours for one final time, all you could do was stare back in dazzled shock. Your quirk was back, the Pro himself had just confirmed it, and yet you were still nailed to the spot, still anticipating his next words without even thinking of attacking him in the meantime.

One little tumble and you were already his brightest pupil yet. He was now so glad to have waited that long, it only made the outcome all the more fulfilling.

"You don’t need to be so surprised, Y/N, we'll be seeing each other soon,” He kneeled in front of you for an instant, both hands reaching out to hold up your face in a gesture more resembling a lover than… well, whatever the hell you two were. So entranced you were then, that the use of your real name barely even registered. “It’s been difficult to keep you away from trouble thus far,” his acknowledgment reverberated in the alley, its meaning something else lost to you as you couldn’t help but become entranced by the new peculiar softness he addressed you with, “but getting you like this now, seeing you break so easily… fuck, I’ll mold you right back up, doll, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything else.”

And just then, for the first time you realized, the Hero’s lips were brushing against yours gently, uncharacteristically careful as he kissed you slowly. Even his hands were tender while they guided you, treating you as if you truly were a doll that could just be snapped with a mere wrong movement. As if he hadn’t just been treating you like a dirty hole for him to use and abuse just short instants ago.

But at least he did not seem to care about the mess that was your face at the moment, about the cum stains or the still damp trails of tears. And, for whatever reason, you found yourself returning the gesture in kind, melting into the oddly affectionate touch of a man you were still halfway sure you loathed.

Even after he left you, alone and a mess still toppled over on the floor with the shadow of humiliation cloaking your shoulders, your fingers couldn’t help but touch your lips with a bizarre mixture of bewilderment and horror.

He told me I would see him soon, your mind supplied as you found yourself irreparably fixating your stare on the pair of now completely ruined tights you were still holding onto. The fact that you felt any type of excitement about the notion did not fail to mortify you.

God, even for villain standards you were fucked.

But it was okay, because misery loved company and, with time at his disposal and the right amount of coaching, Shouta was sure he could teach you to properly crave his soon enough.

— — —

And, 8k of foul smut later, if y’all read through that whole thing... drop by my ask to recieve your congratulatory gold stars! ⭐ (jk but I do appreciate hearing y’alls thoughts, it’s what keeps me halfway productive 🖤)

Last but not least, very special thanks to my best pals @reinawritesbnha, @snappysnapo and @drxwsyni (who actually proof read this and helped me out immensely with her Big Brain Feedback. A TALENTED ANGEL).

#bnha fanart #aizawa #yandere aizawa #aizawa x reader #yandere bnha #bnha imagines #mha fanart #bnha x reader #aizawa fanart #aizawa smut #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime fanart #aizawa shouta #bnha art #eraserhead #artists on tumblr #just art tingz

1K notes · View notes

gt-newbie · 4 years ago

Text

Our place (2/??)

[Vifnep Altau]

Out of all the humans to be caught by, it just had to be one like Harvey. He left a plate with bread, various fruits and a thimble of water to lure me out, hoping to catch me. He doesn't want this to end quickly. He could move this thing behind me so easily and just end it all, but he's just trying to give me a false sense of safety. Why can't he just kill me?

I can't stop crying, making my bandana more damp by the minute. It's the only thing left from my past, back when I made the stupid decision of trying to go borrowing by myself, without any training. Looking at it makes my crying even worse. I miss mom. I've looked everywhere after escaping to try and get back to her, but I just couldn't find her.

Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my thought by the human, speaking to me again

"Hey, I'm really sorry, but there's gonna be a bit of a loud noise. Please dont be scared, nothing bad will happen" and after that, I just hear this loud, weird contraption. Is he preparing a torture device? Does he finally have enough of waiting around? Is he going to kill me or make me suffer?

What I didn't expect however, was for a familiar smell to hit my nose. Something that I had only a few times when mom brought it, but adored when she did

Coffee

I peek out from my hiding spot and see the coffee coming out what I suppose is a coffee machine. Human technology is still new to me, despite being trapped by one for 6 months. Suddenly, the human spots me, and I go back into cover.

"Oh, would you like some?" I do, but I dont want him to know that. He grabs the thimble with water and replaces it with a drop of coffee in it.

"Enjoy" he says. Am I really going to be that pathetic to leave my safe place just for some measly coffee?

Apparently I am, as i shyly get out from behind the microwave and drink from the thimble. It's been so long since I've had this, yet it's still as good as I remember.

While drinking, I almost forgot about the human until I looked to my left and saw him again. I stumble back against the wall and am ready to die by my own foolishness. Thus, with one last tear, I...see him get down to be at eye-level with me, his head barely coming up from the counter. With a concerned look and timid voice, he speaks to me once more.

"Hey, good to see you. Are you okay?"

I dont know what's happening, what's false or what's a threat anymore.

[Brandon Mccoy]

Well...what now? I didn't expect to get this far and didn't come up with a game plan to strike up a conversation while also not looking like a monster. I'm just crouching over the counter while looking at him, which doesn't help much. Any slight movement makes him twitch and almost head behind the microwave again. Whenever I look away, I can faintly spot him taking a sip from the thimble or inspect a bread crum, seemingly checking if it's poisoned.

This silence is dragging on too long. I've got to say something and I've got to say it now

"Hey, I'm glad to be able to see you-I mean, not in a bad way-I..uh..." I'm having trouble finding my words. Usually I'm a smooth talker, but it's harder when seen as a threat. I collect my thoughts and actually think before I speak and ask him some simple questions.

"My name is Brandon. What's yours?" He stays quiet, seemingly shaking more. Bad question

"Ah, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer if you don't want to...can you talk?" he seems to think for a while before slowly nodding his head. If that's the case, he obviously isn't comfortable with talking just yet

"Would it be okay to ask you simple yes or no questions?" I ask, followed by another nod after a little while. My first instinct is to ask if he's what I think he is, but it's best to leave that for now. I don't want to give him a heart attack.

"Okay, starting off, are you hurt in any way? You had a pretty big fall it seems..." he slowly checks his body and shakes his head.

"Great! Great to hear! Now then, do you need help in any way? You seem pretty malnourished and your clo-" he cuts me off by his movements alone, being more trembling and shaking his head in a panicked matter. I don't want to force myself, but he doesn't look too great. Besides, I was already planning to help in one way...

"O-okay, I'm sorry. However, I did find your needle and snapped string" I say while pulling it out of my pocket with a new, stronger string. He seems to think I stole it so I quickly try to calm him down by placing it firmly back in the cupboard

"There! Now you should be able to leave whenever you want. Though, before you leave, can I ask one last question" to which he anxiously nods

"How long have you been here, In that crack in the wall...wait" I suddenly realise that's not a yes or no question and that I posses the intelligence of an ape. Luckily for me, he holds out his hand with one finger. Unluckily, he seems to do it with relative panic.

"One...what? A year? A month? A day?" He nods at the day part. Poor thing. What happened to him? I can't bombard him with a million questions, especially not now, but hopefully some other time...if I find him some other time...

In the middle of my thinking session, it seems he is already back on the cupboard, about to go into the crack in the wall. I also notice that he decided to take some crumbs from the counter, his stitched up bag being full with bread. I want to say a quick bye or ask if I'll see him again before he leaves, but to my surprise, he says something to me, still looking towards the crack

"...Vifnep..."

"Vifnep? Is that some sort of...OH. Oh is that your name?" he nods

"Well, it was nice to meet you Vifnep. Please know, if you need something, I'm always willing to help" I find myself saying out of habit. I'm not sure if it was the best thing to tell him in his situation but I just want him to know he doesn't have to fear me. The question, however, remains unanswered as he silently stands there for a while before sprinting back into the wall. I can't help myself and let out an anxious exhale

I do more bad than good, don't I?

[Vifnep Altau]

As soon as I'm back in my only real shelter, I immediatly hide in the shadows, away from the light of the crack and let out a huge breath of air I didn't even realise I was holding. Getting found was one thing, but I've broken so many borrower rules. Even id I can't borrow, those rules can never be broken for the sake of our kind. I got spotted by a human , accepted help from them, talked to them...I told them my bloody name...all in all, I've failed not only myself, but my entire kind. No matter, there is still one I HAVE to follow. Once you get spotted, you must move somewhere else, somewhere far away. However, at the idea alone, I feel horrible.

I mean, he treated me with respect, even though he could've grabbed or killed me at any point. Hell, he even offered to help me if I need it...but accepting help from a human, no, interacting with a human, I shouldn't be allowed to do that or even think about it. Do I honestly want to stay here?

Wait, no, I-I can't move, I'm still low on energy a-and I can still hear rats below me. Yea, I'm trapped. I don't want to stay here, I have to stay here. A-and while I have to stay here, I might as well try to make a home...right? I could just be really sneaky and he'll think I left forever.

After eating some of the gifted...I mean borrowed bread, I feel exhausted and just want the day to end. Dissapointed that I dont have anything to sleep in except my clothes, I slump against the wall and close my eyes. My mind is again filled with bad memories, stopping me from getting any sleep. I try to think of things I have to borrow tomorrow to start living here. I'll need something comfortable to sleep in, like a sock or glove, some other cloth to repair my clothes with...some...sort of...light....zzz....

Previous part

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t story #Our Place #oc: vifnep #oc: brandon #sorry if this sucks

27 notes · View notes

ssa-daddyhotchner · 4 years ago

Text

Undercover - Chapter 10

Chapter Selection

He opens the door and his eyes are clouded with tears but they don't run down his face. His hair is disheveled and his breathing is heavy. I run over to him and hold him upright.

"Hey what happened, who were you talking to?" The conversation between him and whoever wasn't my business but he was really messed up from the looks of it. "That was- that was my uh brothers boss." I see a tear slowly run down his cheek and I cup his face using my thumb to wipe it away.

"My- my brother passed away this morning", my heart broke for him. "Come here", I sat on the floor and he fell into my arms, gripping my waist and neck crying into my shoulder. "Shh"

I picked him up off the floor and walked him upstairs. I laid down on the bed and he laid next to me. He nestled his head into my chest and softly started to cry again. I held him tightly and he went to sleep in my arms.

I stayed there for a while but pulled away and put him under the covers. I took a shower washing my hair and body when I felt someone's hand on my hip. I turn to see Aaron.

"You should be getting some rest", he looked at me and his eyes are glassy, red, and puffy.

I turned him around and washed his body carefully leaving kisses on his shoulders. I turn off the water and we step out. I throw on his shirt and sit on the bed while he changes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He stops moving and stands there. "Not right now, I can tell you later or tomorrow just not now."

We spent the day curled up on the couch and bed sleeping and eating. I heard my phone ring and I looked at the caller ID and it said unknown. I answered and I heard a deep voice on the other end. "There's a car out front, black SUV."

"Aaron we have to go," he looked up from the laying down. His face was still puffy from the tears.

He got up, changed and we left to go downstairs. When left the elevator; there was black SUV parked directly outside. We get inside car; the car starts to moving going to another location. The car stopped outside and warehouse. We walk inside and see Carmine standing in the center with his security surrounding him.

"Before we start what's your name." Carmine says to Aaron. "Christopher Harris", he did show any expression on his face. "We accept your offer"

"Great, all I ask for is an investment of let's say $200,000." I stare at him. "Ok done." he gestures to his men and he hands me a check. We know that Carmine only likes physical money no electronic transactions.

When we cash's that check the bank will give his marked bills only and will track the money. I write the check and hand it back to him. "Now seeing as we are now in business I need to make sure you're really in this." Carmine brings a couple inside the building and makes them kneel.

"Kill them." My heart drops, I feel sick to my stomach. I glance over at Aaron to me he looks furious and upset. To anyone else he looks emotionless. I didn't show any emotion taking the knife that was set on the floor.

The couple were turned around but I saw their faces when they were brought in. They were turned away from us. Aaron grabbed the knife from the floor looked at me and nodded.

"Before you continue I'm just going to state, I really want your business but if you choose to not go any further uh we'll have to you know."

I looked back at Aaron and pressed the knife to the wife's throat while Aaron did the same to the husband. The movements were fast; both of us slicing clean through their necks from left to right. Their lifeless body's dropped to the floor; the blood pooling around them. The husbands eyes still over looking right at me.

I felt a pit in my stomach; I felt empty. Carmine had his guards bring us back to the car and drive us the penthouse.

I don't remember the trip or how I was suddenly laying in the bed. Aaron put his hand on my shoulder and I went to sleep.

That moment was haunting me, replaying in my dream; I'd never killed someone in cold blood let alone someone that was 'innocent'. I was still wrong, how was I gonna go on. I just felt cold, alone; the only warm thing was Aaron and he felt the same way I did then we had to get through this together.

I woke up to Aaron laying on me, he was still upset over Sean's death; It was 10x harder for him. My phone was ringing, I had 10 miss calls. I answered and Garcia was on the other end. "How are you and boss man doing."

"Pen..", I had a hushed and pain full tone to my voice. "I need you to check who Carmine was in business with a few weeks ago." I can tell she wanted to ask me something but decided against it.

"He was working with Monica and Steven Benson." I nodded even though she couldn't see me.

"Send me their photos." I had a theory that Carmine technically didn't murder those people but their future investors did. So those people Aaron and I killed were Monica and Steven.

"Ok sent them." I got the message and open the file. I was right the couples faces were staring back at me. My breathing hitched and it woke up Aaron. He lifted his head, "Baby what is it." I could basically hear Penelope's smile through the phone.

"Y/n?" Garcia could hear me breathing picking up. My face started to feel numb and my body felt like pins and needles. My vision went blurry and as I laid on the bed.

I was having a panic attack; Aaron picked up the phone, "We'll call you back." He picked me up in his arms and held me close.

The warmth from his body bringing me some peace. I hugged him wrapping my arms around his neck. "Honey it's ok shh, I need you to calm down for me ok." His voice was quiet and low rumbling in my ear. I slowly after 5 mins started to calm my breath.

"Aaron we murdered them." I chocked out tears welling up in my eyes running down my cheek.

"I know." His arms tight around me. He pulled away, placed his hand on my face using his thumb to wipe the tears of my face.

He furrowed his brows, "tsk honey.." He pulled me back into a hug.

_______________________

A few hours later I was still on the bed. I calmed down enough to talk about to subject. "I had a theory which has now....been proven to be true." He looked at me through the mirror of the bathroom.

I continued, "After we uh proved ourselves I could shake this feeling. Garcia had called and I asked her about who he last worked with...Monica and Steven; she sent me their photos and they were the people we killed." I trailed off internally trying to calm myself down.

Aaron walked back into the room, "So we were done with our business or when he finds someone else. We'll be his next targets." I nodded.

Getting off the topic he held his hand out and I grabbed it. We walked us into the elevator and went down to the lobby. Our car pulled up and he took me to go get dinner.

I was now 7pm and was getting dark. He got us chick-fil-a and drove us too the park.

We walked around for a while just talking enjoying the others company.

______________________

"Aaron I just got the text from Garcia, Carmine cashed the money we got his ass." I said while he was in the shower. "How long does that give us till he comes after us?" Aaron said coming out of the bathroom.

"I'm not sure, I think the last couple worked for him for a few weeks before...." I trailed off putting my head down. He walked up to me lifting my head with his finger. "It's ok", he reassured me.

"I wanna know something", Aaron nodded putting on his clothes. "How are you so ok with this... I mean you've been through more that I have in the last week. You know with the killing and Sean..."

He tensed up when I mentioned Sean; "Drop it y/n", he said walking down the stairs to the living room. I understood why he didn't answer his brother only passed 2 days ago. It was obviously still a touchy subject.

I followed him down the stairs and walked outside putting my hands on the cool glass railing. The balcony overlooked everything; looking straight down seeing the street below. We were easily a few hundred feet above the ground.

I let the breeze run through my hair with the warm sun on my skin. I walked inside to grab a speaker and went outside; sitting on the couch. I sat there listening to music.

I woke up to Aaron sitting across from me listening to the music gazing at the skyline.

He saw me shifting in my seat and turned his attention. He stood up walking over to the ledge. I went over to him wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my head against his back. He let out a sigh placing his hand on mine. He pulled my in front of him.

My back pressed against the thick glass. "You know it's always a girls dream to get absolutely destroyed on a balcony." It was a fantasy of mine for some reason. Aaron raised his eyebrows with a smirk growing on his lips. His hands made there way down my back resting on my ass; kissing me passionately.

I went in for another kiss but he pulled away unbuckling his belt. He pulled my hands together and tied the belt around them. It disappointed me that I wasn't allowed to touch but it excited me.

He cupped my face and crashed his lips to mine molding them together. His other hand running up and down my stomach making me have butterflies. He got dangerously close to my waistband tugging on it slightly. "Please", I whimpered. "tsk patience", his lips connecting with my jaw and neck leaving small hickeys behind.

The heat from his fingers slowly making there was down to my core had me begging. Releasing small breaths I grinded my hips on his palm but he took his hand away. He tugged my pants off, bunching up around my ankles I stepped out of them. Aaron threw them on the couch returning to me.

His rough hands finally giving me what I needed. I could feel myself slowly dripping down my thighs. "y/n you're already so wet." He said while sliding a finger inside me. He curled his finger rubbing against me g-spot. He slid in another, my tied hands going around his neck holding on.

My knees started to buckle, "Aar-." I said breathlessly, he took his fingers out bringing them to his mouth. "Little girl you taste so good", he got down kneeling in front of me.

Licking a thick stripe up my slit. Adding a little pressure towards my clit. His tongue pushing in my folds flicking over my clit while bringing his fingering back thrusting in and out.

I moaned out, "Fuck". I could feel him smiling against me; him never turning his attention away from my clit. "Aar- I'm gonna", he went even faster sliding in and out. His eyes went straight to mine never looking away.

The knot growing bigger and bigger until I released on his fingers. He came back up kissing me pushing his tongue inside my mouth.

I could taste myself on his lips; I smiled into the kiss.

I unwrapped my arms from around his and he unbuckled the belt; rubbing my wrists, "I'm not done yet." Gazing into my eyes he smirked.

"Please daddy." I looked into his eyes seeing them darken shade by shade.

I took off his shirt and ran my hand down his chest taking off his pants. My back still pressed against the edge. His hands on my hips, my hands gripped around his cock pumping. Aaron turned me around pressing my chest on the glass.

My head peering over seeing the street below. If only they knew what was happening above them.

His left hand pressed firmly on my lower back keeping me down an din place. His other hand running his cock up and down my slit. He slowly entered me; both of us letting out breathy moans.

He let me adjust, it had been almost 2 weeks since we last fucked; I was stressed, we both needed this. He made quick movements, coming out all the way before slamming back into me.

I met this thrusts half way clenching around him, signaling him to not stop. He brought his hand to grip my hip so hard he was going to leave bruises. He thrusted in and out with so much force. He moaned putting his thumb on my clit matching his pace.

His grip and the rail were the only things keeping me standing. I dropped my head in pleasure crying out, when he grabbed my hair pulling my head back forcing me to look out to the city. Seeing the sun going down and the building light up everything; it felt like a fucking movie.

He pulled out suddenly flipping me around facing him. Giving me no warning before pounding back into me. I whimpered and he groaned in my ear. He pulled my leg up on his waist holding it there. My hand went to his throat and he stared into my eyes.

His eyes only got darker as a grin crept on his face. He took the hand on my hip and placed it around me neck with more force. I was in a state of pure euphoria. The hand around my throat made my vision blurry and the constant amount of pleasure making the knot in my stomach tighter.

"Y/n...", he moaned my name. I clenched my walls around him making his finish quicker. I reached my edge cumming around him while he spilled inside me.

He pulled out and I stayed outside waiting for him to come back. I decided to walk inside to go to the bathroom.

When I came back Aaron was leaning on the ledge. He pulled my hand and spun me around him holding me close. His hands on my waist looking down at me. "Baby you got something...", he said chuckling he was pointing to my neck.

There was a forming hand print, I playfully smacked his arm. "You know you like to see them."

I nodded, "Yea I do but how do you think the teams gonna feel when they see cause I don't wanna cover it up." He started tracing the edges of the bruise when we heard the elevator ding.

Emily walked in with a tray, "Guys!" She yelled for us and we walked back inside.

"What are you doing here." I say to Emily as she walked to the couch.

"I'm 'delivering' food, Carmine has his men in the lobby; I had to be carful. Anyway before I head back down what are you guys doing?"

I glanced at Aaron before answering. "We were just sitting outside."

Emily nodded, "So nothing." I said yes and we started laughing. She went back to the elevator pressing the bottom floor. The doors closed and I let out a sigh.

"I know me hair was covering a little but do you think she saw it." Aaron said yes walking to upstairs to the bedroom.

My phone started to ring. "Mrs. Perez?"

"Yes? Whos this." Getting to Aaron, I put the phone on speaker.

"It's been a week since we last met and I'm calling ask for another payment. Come down stairs and hand the check to the man at the front desk." That was all he said then he hung up the phone.

________________________________

@mac99martin @appleblossoms-posts @oreogutz @donttellanyoneireadfanfiction @marie1115

#aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner #reader x aaron+hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron #hotch x y/n #hotchner x reader #hotch smut #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotch fanfiction

34 notes · View notes

anbudrky2021 · 3 years ago

Text

The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

No major Smut warning. Please click here for series description and TWs. 💕

Ch 3: who made you cry

“Hey, Y/N...can we talk?” Thor stuck his head inside my doorway. I strutted up to him and tried to wrap my arms around his neck but he gently pulled me away.

My stomach churned.

“Please?” He asked in a low tone, stepping inside and shutting the door.

“Um. Yeah. I’m assuming this isn’t one of those times where you’re going to toss me on the bed and call me a naughty girl...” I sat down on the edge of the bed and bit at my nails.

“Stop.” He sat next to me and took my hands in his. “Y/N. We can’t do this anymore... not if...”

“Then leave.” I tore my hands from his. “Go. But if you leave, that’s it. I’m not going to let you come back.” I stood and pointed at the door.

“You don’t get it...” Thor slowly rolled his back down to the bed and laid for a moment. “I want to be with you. That’s the problem.”

I folded my arms. “Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“The problem is I want to be with you but you don’t want a relationship.” He sighed with his eyes closed. “You keep stringing me along. I can’t keep feeling this way. I love spending time with you. The sex is incredible. Your mind...it’s intoxicating.” He sat back up. “Dare I say, YOU are a woman worth fighting for. But you’re selfish. And miserable and cruel.”

He stood now. Cruel? My heart broke in half. I could see the angst on his face. I tried to reach out but he shoved past me. “You’re better than this, Y/N. Figure it out before you hurt someone else.”

I shot up in bed, sweating and breathing hard. I hate that memory. Almost as much as mom...her death...I shuttered.

“Uuuggghhhhh” I groaned and laid back down, covering my face with my pillow. A few moments passed and there was a light knock at the door.

“Come in!” I yelled through the pillow.

I heard the door open. Close. Smaller feet walking. Wanda or Nat I assumed. The bed dipped slightly where they sat. I peeked from under the pillow. Wanda. Coffee.

She silently handed it to me. I took it and sat up.

“Nightmare again?” She asked, shooing me over so she could crawl in. I nodded.

She laid her head on my shoulder. “Y/N. You’ve gotta figure out what’s going on. It’s affecting you. But also your pow-“

“THANKS MOM!” I semi-yelled. My eyes rolled.

She glared at me. “We need you...”

“I know. Wanda, I know. It’s hard. I don’t know what’s wrong either. It’s not fair..” I shook my head. “It’s like. Half of the time my brain is fuzzy and the other half it’s almost like...I’m Bruce. I’m not in control.”

She looked concerned. “Sweetheart...I think it’s time we go to Wakanda. I don’t know what else we can do here..” she held my hand.

“No.” I looked away from her.

“He’s different now. He won’t hurt you...” she winced at the memory I was having.

“I know. He’s a good man. But I can’t...” my skin crawled. “It’s scary, Wanda.”

She took the now empty cup from my hands and got out of the bed. “Just...think about it ok?” She fiddled with the mug in her hands. “And umm...maybe getting away will help you figure out your Peter stuff.”

“Oh! I did!” I smiled.

“And?” She asked with anticipation. But before I could answer, Nat burst in the door.

“Is she ready to go?!” Nat looked excited.

“To go where?...” surely not Wakanda already.

“It’s a surprise! But get up! Put something athletic and comfy on! 10 minutes.” She turned and left with Wanda behind her.

I sighed into the quiet room. I got dressed and ready as requested and met up with Wanda, Nat and Steve.

“Steve?” I asked, walking up the jet stairs.

“Yeah?” He said, placing his hand on the small of my back to help me up.

“We’re going to Wakanda. Aren’t we?”

He didn’t say anything. Just looked at me with concern.

“I might need you...” I whispered. I was so frustrated and embarrassed. “I haven’t seen him since...” I took a deep breath.

“I know. It’s been a long time. Don’t worry, y/n. I’ve got you.” Steve rubbed my shoulder and then gestured toward the inside of the jet.

“Buck! I want you to meet someone!” Steve shouted toward a broad man with long hair. And blue-very blue eyes.

We walked toward him, and I began to feel my head spin. “Shit” I whispered to myself.

Steve looked at me, confusion on his face. “Hey, hey. You ok??” He asked.

‘Buck’ picked up his pace and jogged to meet up with us after noticing us stop.

“I’m Bucky. You are?” He extended his hand to me. I vomited immediately. On him. And then passed out.

I don’t know the exact details but I do remember waking up with two pairs of concerned eyes staring at me in a what seemed to be a medical office.

“Hey there. You ok?” Steve asked, holding my hand. Bucky left the room, I assumed to get someone.

“Yeah that’s never happened before...” I felt my forehead. That was a lie. It happened when I met Steve, too. Just not so quickly or powerfully.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he laughed. He kissed my hand and let it go. “I know it happened when you met me. I was hoping that wouldn’t happen to you this time.” He sighed.

Bucky returned with a slim young woman. Shuri was her name.

“Nasty fall, nah?” She smirked. She pointed at my arm. It was bandaged. “You’d think with two super soldiers from the 40s, ONE of them would have caught you??” She had a judgey look on her face while glancing at them both. I laughed.

“True. So much for being gentlemen...” I giggled.

“Well. Your labs look good. Whatever it is about these beefcakes, it gets your wiring all messed up. But it seems like once gosh acclimate you’re ok.” She sat in a chair. “Must be the dashing looks.”

Steve and Bucky both blushed. “So she’ll be alright?” Asked Steve.

“Oh yeah. Definitely. Just don’t break her. She’s important.” Shuri winked at me.

“I’m not that important.” I snorted.

“Y/N don’t short change yourself. You have impeccable assassin skills and your brain does that thing...” Steve twinkled his fingers referring to my telekinesis and telepathy. I rolled my eyes.

“That means she can read my mind?” Bucky asked, blushing harder.

“No. She can’t actually.” Steve said.

“But I can make you think things. And I can speak to you without using my mouth.” I projected into Bucky’s thoughts.

“Uh...” his eyes widened. “I don’t like that...”

Steve laughed. “Don’t worry. She doesn’t do it to us. Usually.” He shot a warning look.

“Only when I’m drunk.” I laughed. Steve didn’t. “Steve!! I said sorry!!!” He smirked but tried to keep it hidden.

“One time I got drunk and projected something inappropriate...I was directing it at Thor but I was seeing like three Thors and Steve was in the way...” I blushed at the memory. And that was before Thor and I got together.

Bucky laughed out loud. His nose crinkled a bit and he did a slight belly laugh. “Aw. I bet Steve was confused!”

Shuri was laughing along as she unhooked me from the lab equipment. “And maybe a little interested” she winked at Steve.

“No. Y/N is a teammate. There’s no time for that.” Steve said matter-of-factly.

“There’s always time for that.” Bucky’s demeanor changed. He seemed more confident and cocky.

“Oh, down boy!” Shuri mimed an owner shooing their dog. “Behave!”

I hopped off the bed and joined the boys. Next to them I felt incredibly tiny. “Alright. Let’s start planning this mission!”

As we approached Wakanda my heart started pounding. I took a few deep breaths. “Wanda...” I whispered. “I think. I might have a panic attack...” I couldn’t breathe and my vision was turning more into tunnel vision. She helped me breathe. Steve got me water and Nat talked calmly about some distracting things. By the time we landed I felt a bit better. Enough to stand and at least get out of the jet.

“I love this place!!!” Wanda squealed as she looked around. “I’m so excited!!” This was Wanda’s first time. Nat stood beside Steve and smirked at the excitable girl.

I walked over to Natasha and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I’m back. This blows.”

Nat frowned. “Y/N I know this is hard for you. But we’ve gotta figure out what to do to help you.” She took my hand and led the four of us toward the palace.

We arrived in time to meet up with King T’Challa as he was leaving for a meeting. “I will meet with you this evening, my esteemed guests. In the meanwhile, please enjoy the palace and my city.”

We showed him our thankfulness and continued on our way.

“My favorites!!!” Shuri could be heard from down the hallway. We all turned to see her “well. And the new one.” She pointed to Wanda.

Wanda scowled for a moment but I lightly punched her, reminding her to be polite.

“It’s Wanda.” She said through her teeth.

“Wanda! Nice to meet you. Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out rude a moment ago!!” Shuri could tell she had frustrated Wanda.

“Oh...it’s ok.” Wanda looked embarrassed as well. I hugged Shuri and she took us to our rooms.

“You will be here,” she said pointing to a gold and vibrainum filled room. The bedding was colorful and fluffed. The bathroom was immaculate. I threw myself on the bed as she shuffled the rest off.

It must have been an hour or so before I was jolted awake by my head pounding and a familiar scent.

“Hey...” I heard his voice come from beside my bed.

“No” I said harshly and pointed to the door.

“Please. I just want to tal-“

“NO!!!” I screamed and threw the closest item I could find at him.

“Y/N. Stop! Please just-“

“BUCKY GO! I WILL CALL STEVE!!!” I grabbed my phone from my bag id tossed on the bed earlier.

“I just want to apologize...” Bucky tried to touch my hand but I punched him right in the center of his face.

“Fuck!” He yelled. “Fuck! That hurt!” He was able to maneuver it back into place and he wiped the blood from his nostrils. “Can we talk now!?” He looked exhausted.

“Fine. But I have Steve on speed dial and he will throw you through the wall if I ask him to...” I sat down in the nearest chair.

“I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry about us. You. Your mom. The...uh...the other thing too...” he trailed off. Neither of us wanted to talk about it.

“Ok.” I pointed at the door. “You said sorry. Now go.”

He took a deep breath and then sighed slowly. “I know you were with Thor. And now Peter?” He sat down in the opposite chair.

“That’s not your business.”

“So everything happened here. You went home. You fucked Thor. Got bored. Now Peter?” He almost chuckled. “Y/N, what’s going on with you? You’re not...you’re not being yourself.”

“Myself?? I’m sorry after...everything. And my mom. And YOU. That I’m not the same. Sorry I had to fuck a few people to get over it.” I rolled my eyes and then curled up into the chair more. “You don’t care anyway. You just want to hear how I’m losing my mind and how terribly I’m doing.”

He reached across carefully and placed his hand on my propped up knee. “No. I care. I call Steve every day.”

I furrowed my brows. “Why?”

“Missions. Shoot the shit. You...” he looked into my eyes and then to the floor. He took his hand off my knee and leaned into his chair. He adjusted his position, spreading his legs more comfortably. “I ask about you almost every time. Just to make sure you’re ok... when Steve told me about” he gestured at his head “I talked to Shuri. She said she’d do what she could.” He ran his fingers through his now short hair.

“You cut it.” I motioned to his hair.

“After you left I changed a lot about myself.” He stiffened his posture. “I um...I’m clean. Wiped. The triggers. They’re gone.” He looked into my eyes again.

“What?” I whispered, unable to believe it. “How?”

“They do incredible work here. I’m indebted...” his eyes brimmed with tears. “Please forgive me. I spend every day feeling shame and regret and pain. I’m so sorry. Y/N. It wasn’t me. It was but it wasn’t. You know that...” he began to sob.

I reached out and combed my fingers through the hair in front of me. His head was in his hands now. “Bucky. I know. I know it wasn’t you. I know. I know... but YOUR body was the one who-I mean, it’s still your face I see. It hurts me. My heart wrenches for you. And me. I can’t imagine how it feels for you but please see it from my perspective. It wasn’t YOU at your core. But it was your body and face and voice and...your eyes...” I started to sob now, too. “Bucky I loved you.”

He looked at me more now. “I did, too...” he lunged forward, cupping my face in his hand and metal hand. I stood up to meet him. His lips assaulted mine in a way I haven’t felt since we last made love. His hands dropped down and caressed my arms, shoulders. My hips and waist. He pushed us to the nearest surface, the writers table. He easily picked me up and sat me on it. As he went to kiss me again, I stopped him.

“Wait. No. This isn’t right. I’m seeing Peter. He doesn’t. He doesn’t deserve this. What am I doing?!” I pushed Bucky away from me and left my room with him in my wake. I couldn’t see through my tears when I rounded the corner, I ran straight into Thor.

“Who made you cry?”

#mcu #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel #thor #peter parker #fluff and angst #avengers fanfiction #bucky smut #thor x y/n #peter parker and y/n #bucky x you

13 notes · View notes

wienerbarnes · 4 years ago

Text

Play Dead Until You’re Dead

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,149

Warnings: Lowkey angst ngl but nothing too bad

A/N: YAY im so excited for this part bc I've had this in my head for a while now and it gonna change so much for the story but I'm so excited for one shots in the future! also this is kinda not edited ill go through it again tomorrow :) enjoy!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

A slow knock interrupts your plant watering and you glance at the time. Bucky said he’d be by in the afternoon, not the morning. You place your cup of water down and walk over to the door and open it cautiously before your eyes widen and a gasp escapes you as you see who awaits you on the other side.

Sam Wilson, dressed in civilian clothing, shoots you a smirk, “Why don’t we go for a drive?”

You don’t have time to answer. You don’t have time to think. Your blood is cold, your hands are cold, and your feet are cold as they slip into the sandals you keep by the door. You silently - and anxiously - step out into the hallway and shut the door behind you, never taking your eyes off of Sam.

“After you.” he gestures with a smile. You walk.

…

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes have a lot of unspoken conversations. Although the rocky start they got off too all those years ago, they’ve grown incredibly close and trust each other like no one else.

So when Bucky calls him late at night, sounding confused, nervous, and unsure, Sam notices. Especially when Bucky then suddenly forgets why he called and what he needed to talk to him about.

Sam’s first thought was that he was drugged. Bucky was given something that clouded his mind. But when Sam saw him the next day, he seemed perfectly fine. So, he proceeded to his second thought.

Bucky was keeping a secret from him.

When Sam was passed the shield, there was one thing each of them asked of each other. Bucky asked to not be a part of the Avengers full time. Sam asked for no secrets and no lying (which he later asked the same from Sharon).

And since then, Bucky has been solely tasked with training new recruits for their seven week training which occurs twice a year, as well as to help on especially difficult cases called to them by the government. And in return, Bucky has not told a single lie to him or kept a single secret. Until now.

So Sam begins to get unimaginably curious. Bucky hasn’t picked up any new hobbies, and after a quick and encrypted check up, none of his extended family have passed away or had anything big happen to them, either. The last thing that Sam can think of to have caused such an odd change in Bucky is a girlfriend. But, if it is a girlfriend, why wouldn’t he tell Sam? Unless, it was someone he knew Sam wouldn’t like.

And that’s when he knew he had to figure out who it was.

So he waited. Until the perfect clue presented itself.

“No, I can’t tonight, man.”

“Why not? I know it’s Friday night, but, what, you got a hot date, or something?”

“Something like that - look, I just have plans I can’t cancel tonight. How about next Friday we go out?”

That was all Sam needed. The plans he couldn’t cancel. So, he waited until later that night and went over to Bucky’s apartment. He’d figure a harmless cock-blocking will teach him not to keep secrets from him anymore.

Until when he put his car into park and gathered his belongings to put them in his pockets, he noticed someone exiting the front of the apartment building; specifically a head of fiery red hair.

Imagine his surprise when he recognizes the face as you.

It doesn’t take long for Sam to figure out where you were. Everyone had already assumed you to be dead, or at least be far away from the country. But now that he knew you were still in New York, a few hours digging into your past and your file led him to a few key locations. From being so separated from society for so long, chances were that you’d find a place you were familiar with, if not the same place, the same area.

Kathleen Grover’s apartment is the first place he checks, but it’s since been turned into higher end condos, a place you probably wouldn’t be able to get away with staying at considering that you probably don’t have an ID or any money. So he checks for the absolute cheapest and low-lying apartments in the neighborhood. Which gives him two results. He just so happened to be lucky on the first one he chose to look into.

Which leads to now, the two of you riding in complete silence, on the way to the Tower, unbeknownst to you.

The only thing that’s going through your mind is Bucky. You hate the idea that he sold you out, because not only would it hurt your feelings, but it would mean those annoying voices in your head would’ve been right.

Yeah, time to put your big girl pants back on. What, you thought you’d live a normal life at some point? Buy a big house? Go out to fancy, populated restaurants? Maybe DisneyWorld? Get a grip! You were always a mistake and a failure. And you’re going right back where you belong, in that box! And Bucky will be right there in that observation room when they stick the needle in your arm and end you for good.

You swallow down the bile that comes up at the thought of going back to prison.

It was fun while it lasted. Decorating the apartment. The tattoos. The new recipes. The movie nights with Bucky. The sleepovers with Bucky. The list with Bucky. The long road trips with Bucky. The music playlists with Bucky. Bucky.

You’ll miss Bucky the most in prison. You’ll think about him everyday. You won’t be able to write him and he won’t be able to write you, not that he’d want to given the fact that he ratted you out, but there was no paper or writing utensils allowed, especially for you.

You’ll dream about his singing when he’d clean, his hugs after waking up, still warm from the sheets, and the unbelievable comfort his eyes provided.

...

“Hey, Sam, how are you?” Bucky absentmindedly answers as he finishes up watering the plants in his living room.

“Hey, man. You busy? Mind meeting me at the tower?” Bucky can hear his car in the background.

“Uh, yea, sure I can. New case?” He asks, setting down his watering kettle and walking towards his room to put on a fresh pair of socks and sneakers. If it’s a new case, there’s no point in getting all done up to listen to Sam debrief him.

“Something like that. Just get here, yea?”

That’s odd.

Normally when Sam calls Bucky about a case, he gives him at least some of the details. That was a part of their plan, their deal. Bucky only joins on missions on special occasions and with specific circumstances. So why wouldn’t Sam give the tiniest hint of what’s going on?

Unless it’s something Bucky’s involved in.

Is Zemo dead? Has he escaped? Some other big Hydra villain that’s come to light?

Bucky’s mouth goes dry like cotton at the thought of something involving you. Did someone recognize you and turn you in? Did Sam find you? No, no, he couldn’t have. The both of you had been so unbelievably careful, there was no way anyone found you.

Bucky lets out a shaky sigh before grabbing his keys and his wallet and heading out.

…

That phone call hurt. Hearing Bucky’s voice, for what will probably be the last time in a long, long time. Even if he betrayed you, even if he turned you in, even if he used you, backstabbed you, whatever. That fifteen second phone call caused an excruciating pain in your heart and it was so hard to hold back tears.

You didn’t want to cry. Captain America and Bucky Barnes had humiliated you enough for you to be crying on the way to the Avengers Tower. They don’t deserve your tears, and you don’t even deserve to be shedding them. This is exactly what you had coming to you.

Although the car ride felt like it lasted hours, the two of you arrived at the Avengers tower sooner than you would have liked.

Sam drove the car up though a back entrance, the back of the building opening up like recognizing Sam’s car. The ride in the elevator was quiet as Sam flashes a crystal-looking card and presses one of the thirty-seven buttons of the building.

He hadn’t put you in handcuffs and it seems he’s chosen a rather secretive way of transporting you here. Granted, you know you wouldn’t win a fight against Sam Wilson, even if you had Marine and HYDRA training under your belt, but, who knows what if you had a knife? Or were secretly an incredibly skilled fighter? What if your powers allowed you to, like, melt people’s brains and he had no idea? That’d probably be your best bet anyway, considering you're in custody at the Avengers Tower in sandals and no bra under your shirt.

The two of you exit out into an empty hallway, quiet, too, you notice. As the two of you approach the end of the hallway, swaying towards the door on the left wall, an interrogation room you deduct from peeking into the small window, a voice stops you.

“Hey, Sam? F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you’d be here, what’s-”

His voice catches in his throat seeing you and Sam turn around to face him. He feels his eyes widen, his skin pale, his hands become clammy. This can’t be happening. This can not be happening. He walks closer and his steps slow as he’s standing in front of you. He’s literally speechless and as much as he wants to talk, to scream, to question what’s going on, he doesn’t.

His mouth hangs open even though no words come out, and you spit in his face before he gets the chance. He flinches and Sam pushes you into the room before you can react any further.

Bucky wipes your saliva from his cheek and he wants to cry. He wants to choke. He wants to throw a fucking tantrum in the middle of the hallway because he has absolutely no idea what’s going on. He feels a panic attack coming on and uses all of this strength to push it down as Sam exits the room. Relax. Figure out what’s going on so you can fix it; so you can get her the fuck out of here.

“You are going to tell me everything. And I mean everything. Absolutely no one knows that she’s here, or that she’s even alive. Sharon will remain unaware until you give me an explanation.” Sam tells him, his Captain voice taking over, and Bucky silently nods because he’s scared.

This is all so fucked up. And he hopes the truth he’s about to tell Sam will help you more than hurt you.

…

It’s funny how being in a familiar place affects your mind and body, regardless of how long it’s been. In the time that you’ve been in this interrogation room, your nerves have been completely on edge in a way that they haven’t been since being in prison, the voices have returned in your head, chatty as ever, and you haven’t been so angry since you killed that guard all those years ago in that first prison.

You pick and pull at your cuticles until they bleed and chew at the inside of your cheek until you taste metal.

Think they’ll let you decorate your cell this time? Or do you think they’ll just strap you straight into the medical chair and tie your arm up? No need to waste food, water, and a cot on you. Maybe they’ll bring back the electric chair or the firing squad just for this special occasion! Maybe they’ll have Bucky pull the lever-

“Shut up.” You mumble audibly, already feeling a headache coming on.

Spitting at Bucky felt good and bad at the same time. Good, because he deserves it, and more, after doing this to you; giving you the best and freest two and a half years of your life before snatching it all away from you in a second. Did he do it for fun? Did he like the game, the teasing of befriending you, taking care of you, all because he knew he’d do this and have the last laugh in the end?

It felt bad because as much as this sucks, you can’t find it in you hate Bucky. He’s become your best friend, your only friend, someone you actually trust in this new life you’ve been living. You want to forgive him, hug him, tell him it’s okay, that you’re not mad, that you could never be mad at him. Because you couldn’t. And that might actually be the worst part to all of this.

A click interrupts your thoughts and you stare at the Captain as he pulls out the seat across from you and sits down at the small table. How you wish there was a clock in here; how long had you been waiting for him here?

“What are you feelin’ right now?”

“Sorta like how your little wingman Riley felt when he fell out of the fucking sky.” You snap.

Sam doesn’t react. He remembers the way you’d act during the investigation years ago when they would question you in prison; he’d see the way you snap at them, at the guards, at the other inmates, how you’d really dig deep into people feelings and thoughts to say the worst thing to them in order to bring up bad memories. So, he was kind of already expecting that.

You’re upset, that he can tell from your attitude, your chipped and chewed fingernails, and you slouched sitting position, arms crossed across your chest as you lean against the back of the chair. He doesn’t blame you though, he’d probably be pretty upset, too.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., stop all audio and video recording from this room from today and erase it completely from every system, please.”

“Clearance level 1 or 2 necessary for that, Captain.”

“Clearance level 2; Wilson, Samuel T.”

“Thank you, Captain. All recordings have been erased and stopped.”

Huh?

“I have a proposition for you.” Sam begins. Your confusion clouds your mind and you don’t process his statement fast enough to respond before he continues.

“I will announce to the press that your body has been found along the coast of the Pacific after following a lead on your whereabouts, I will clarify that you have been found dead and that you drowned, closing the case looking for you. I will provide you with a new identity; that includes a false birth certificate, passport, and other forms of identification with a new name, new birth date, new everything.”

“Is this a fucking joke?” He ignores you.

“There will be a few rules you will have to follow in return. You will have to stay completely hidden out of the populated public for one full year after this announcement is made. You will have to change your appearance; cut your hair, dye it, whatever. You will stay here at the tower where you will be monitored.”

He pauses, like he knows this will be the part you hate most.

“And you will be required to use your abilities to help on future cases the Avengers are tasked with; the same way you did when we came to you with those two cases in the past.”

You’re silent for a moment, “And if I say no?” Your voice is small. You really don’t want to do this. You want to go back to your apartment, you want your clothes, your plants, your blankets, your mugs.

“Then you will be arrested and sent back to prison, in the same exact place on death row you were before.” Your eyes shut, the headache hitting fully.

“Why.” You demand.

“I talked to Bucky,” A roll of your eyes. “He didn’t rat you out, if that’s what you're thinking. I found you all by myself. And I made Bucky tell me absolutely everything. And from there I’m making the decision myself to offer this to you. It’s not my first time helping a globally wanted criminal. Or my second. Or my third. And it honestly probably won’t be my last at this point.”

Do you believe him? Does it even matter if he’s telling the truth or not? You clearly don’t have a choice here.

He knows this. And depending on how deep he spoke with Bucky, he knows you won’t go back to prison.

“I’ll show you to your quarters. You’ll have your own bathroom and kitchen. Tomorrow morning you will be briefed with your new identity by myself, Bucky, Agent Carter, and Director Fury. F.R.I.D.A.Y will help you with that in the morning.”

The walk was just as miserable as it was when you arrived. You wonder where Bucky is. Does he have a room here? Is he back home in his apartment? Is he coming back? Is he thinking about you? Is he mad that you spit on him?

I mean, probably a little bit. I would be at least.

You take a moment to look around your new room; your new living quarters for pretty much forever. There’s so much stuff; a large bed covered with folded blankets and soft pillows, a folded pair of clothes, a rug beneath your feet that sits under a desk and a large bookshelf, filled with books of differing genres and notebooks, the desk is bare except for a small lamp and a cup of pens and pencil. The kitchenette is to your left and seems to be pretty modern, you can’t imagine it’s missing anything you’d need. The closed door against the wall you assume is your promised bathroom, but you don’t feel like settling in.

It’s strange, living almost all your life with nothing; as a child being poor with your family, having less than that in the Marines, and having nothing in Hydra. When you had your apartment, you had nothing, you cleaned the apartment building to make money to pay your cheap rent, you’d steal your clothes, food, and decorations, everything that Bucky didn’t buy you, anyway.

And now, you’re standing in a room that has everything you’d need, no need to pay rent, supplies and resources at your request; all that’s needed in return is the use of your powers.

But you hate it. All of it.

The colors are dull. The decor is boring. There’s no light. Nothing happy. No colorful blankets, no wacky mugs, no cute earrings, no mismatched socks and labeled underwear with the days of the week. No Bucky.

No Bucky.

#Bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes.x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #Bucky Barnes series

102 notes · View notes

futurebicon · 4 years ago

Text

Hit

For the many people who requested #12. Finally a long one I’ve slowly been working on forever.

12- I feel sick, so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat it’s way out of my chest

TW- slight panic attack, blood, injury, hurt

“This better be a good game” Logan said as he tossed popcorn into his mouth.

“It obviously will be. It’s the Snakes.” Kacey shook his head and looked at him like he was stupid.

“Everyone shut up it’s on” Talker shushed them, even though they all knew they would start talking about the game in a matter of seconds.

“Are you going to be okay watching this?” Remus whispered to Sirius.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine, amour” Sirius smiled at him. Regulus and the Snakes had been taking jabs at Sirius and the Lions every chance they got.

Remus nodded and cut into the argument between James and Olli.

***

Everyone was on the edge of their seats watching the game intensely. It was a gruesome game, both teams hitting hard. The game was tied 2-2.

Sirius was beside Remus, elbow on his leg, one of them bouncing. He had his hand in a fist in front of his mouth. Remus was rubbing his neck lightly.

Everyone reacted as a fight broke out, all the players on the ice joined in. It took the refs a few minutes to separate them.

When everyone was out of the pile of players. There was still someone laying on the ice. Sirius sucked in a breath. Regulus. Refs surrounded him, waving over medics.

No one was able to see what exactly was wrong or what had happened, but they could tell that it was bad.

The medics were too frantic for it to be a simple knock out. And the blood, there was so much. Too much. It cut to commercial as the audience started screaming.

“Oh god” Sirius gasped and stood up, hurrying up the stairs. Remus followed him up.

“Hey, can you open the door please. It’s just me” He asked quietly as he knocked.

“Sirius come on” he said again when there was no response. He could hear Sirius pacing. The footsteps got closer and clicked the lock open.

“Hey, come here” Remus said softly, stopping Sirius’s pacing and letting him fall into his arms.

“I don’t know why it’s scaring me. He doesn’t care about me so why do I care about-“

“Stop, stop.” Remus said firmly.

“He’s your little brother. You’re allowed to care about him.”

“He’s going to be okay, right? You’re kind of like a medic. You saw the hit, do you know if he’s going to be okay?” Sirius looked at him, his eyes hopeful and scared.

“I don’t-I don’t know, okay?” Sirius deflates. “I couldn’t see it really, there was a lot of blood but you couldn’t see where it was from. Some injuries bleed more than others do.” Remus tried to comfort his shaking boyfriend.

But he really didn’t know. From what he saw it was bad, really, really bad. He wasn’t going to tell Sirius that right now, maybe later but right now he didn’t want to stress him out more.

Sirius pulled back and wiped his eyes minutes later “We should go back down, they might talk about how he is.”

“Are you sure? We can watch up here if you don’t want to be around everyone.” Remus asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be okay.” Sirius nodded.

The team didn’t stare for too long when they walked back down. Just a glance and then back to the TV, even though it was a stupid commercial. Remus laid in the spot they were in before, this time pulling Sirius onto him. He kissed the top of his head and tucked it under his chin, fingers running through the slightly curly hair.

“Commercials have been playing since the hit” James told them.

Sirius tensed slightly, that couldn’t be good. Yeah commercials were long but not that long. After a few more commercials it cut back to the announcers.

“Welcome back folks” they said somberly. “As you saw, Regulus Black took a hard hit in the middle of a fight. Now the next few clips might be a little gruesome so viewer discretion is advised.”

That couldn’t be good.

The screen showed the fight, Regulus shaking over and trying to separate them, unlike his teammates who were egging it on. He was shouting something that couldn’t be heard before a hand hit across his helmet, knocking him to the ground. They showed the bottom half of the fight, clump of skates and padding. Regulus was obvious in his green jersey, caught in the cross fire of skates.

Sirius turned his face into Remus’s neck, unable to watch anymore.

Remus rubbed his back, trying to sooth him.

He couldn’t see much of what was happening before the fight was broken up, and you were able to tell where the blood was coming from. His arm, but apparently it was too gruesome to show on TV, it was blurred out.

“Hey, it’s his arm, okay? It’s just his arm.” Remus whispered.

“How bad?” He asked, his voice gravely and tight.

“I don’t- I don’t know. They, uhh, they blurred it out”

Sirius tensed even more, just nodded and kept his head buried safely in Remus’s neck. Letting it act as a barrier between the things he was scared to know and the comforting smell and feeling of his boyfriend.

The team glanced at them sadly, Lily reached over and patted Remus’s thigh. He smiled sadly at her.

“Are they continuing the game?” Sirius asked, lifting his head the slightest bit. His voice still tight.

“Yeah, I think so” Dumo answered.

Right on cue the game started up again. The ice was cleaned as well as it could be for right now. A section of ice stained red.

The rest of the game was quick, the Snakes didn’t slow down even when the Flyers did. They won 4-2.

At the end of the game they gave an update on Regulus. He was at the hospital, in surgery, in extremely critical condition.

Sirius clung to Remus, his fist clenching Remus’s shirt as he shook his head as if it would get the words out of his mind.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m sure he’s going to be okay” Remus tried hard to comfort him. But he wasn’t listening. A broken sob escaped, breaking everyone’s hearts.

The team trickled out until it was just Sirius and Remus.

“Do you want to go up to bed love?” Remus asked, getting a nod in response as he sat up and walked upstairs.

Remus helped him change out of the black jeans and t-shirt he was wearing into sweatpants.

“I love you” he kissed him softly, holding him against his body.

“I love you too” Sirius muttered back.

They climbed into bed, the bedroom silent and swimming in darkness before Sirius spoke.

“What if he dies” his voice smaller than Remus had ever heard.

“He’s going to be okay. He is. But if he isn’t, you have me, the team, James, Harry. All of us. I don’t know what’s going to happen but you will always have us no matter what. I know it will hurt if it does happen, but I can’t have you going back to the way you were before. I need you to talk to me or the team or Heather or someone. You can’t bottle this up and have it shut you down.”

Sirius nodded “Okay” he whispered.

A sob escaped, Sirius covered his mouth with his hand and tried to stop any more.

“Don’t do that. It’s okay. It’s just me, you can let it out.”

Sirius flung himself onto Remus, sobbing.

Remus doesn’t know how long Sirius cried for, but finally he quieted, taking a hiccuped breath. “Love you” he managed to mutter before exhaustion pulled him under.

“I love you too” Remus kissed his hair, drifting off to sleep himself.

***

Sirius didn’t wake up till late into the day. Remus stayed in bed, only leaving to get something to eat. He wanted to be there for Sirius when the memories of last night came back.

Sirius stirred in his sleep, blinking his eyes open.

Remus put his laptop on the nightstand and brushed his fingers through Sirius’s slightly sweaty hair. “Good morning baby”

Sirius hummed before sitting up quickly. “Reg”

“I’ve been checking all day, there’s no update on him yet.”

“Is that good or bad” Sirius asked.

“I don’t know. But we would know if he was-“ Remus trailed off.

“Dead?” Sirius finished for him.

“Yeah” Remus sighed.

Sirius nodded and moved away from him.

“Hey, remember what I said last night? You can’t push us away. You can’t shut down again.”

“I know- I just. I feel sick, so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat it’s way out of my chest.” He confessed.

“Baby” Remus breathed, pulling him into his chest. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Hold me” Sirius whispered.

Remus nodded and laid down, holding Sirius tight.

Sirius fell asleep again, still tired from staying up last night and crying for so long.

Remus’s phone vibrated while he was asleep. Remus reached over carefully and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“Remus” James voice came through. “Did you see the news”

Remus went to sit up but then remembered the sleeping boy in his arms.

“No, what happened.” He asked not even trying to hide the worry in his voice.

“Regulus is out of surgery” Remus let out a breath, his body relaxing.

“But the damage to his nerves was too bad. They- they had to amputate.”

Remus sucked in another breath. “God”

“Yeah. Is, umm, does he know?”

“No, he’s asleep right now. I’ll tell him when he wakes up.”

“D'accord. Give him our love”

“I will” Remus hung up as Sirius began to stir.

“Hey, who was on the phone?” He asked, still tired but his voice held worry.

“James, Umm.” Sirius tensed, his eyes wide with fear.

“No, no, no. He’s alive” Remus reassured him quickly.

Sirius relaxed a little.

“But they, uh, they had to amputate his arm”

Sirius sat up. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know. But the nerve damage was too much. I haven’t read anything on it yet but that’s just what James told me.”

“Will he be able to play, if he gets a prosthetic, is that even allowed in the NHL”

“I don’t- I don’t know. He would still be able to play with a prosthetic but I don’t know about the NHL”

“Our parents...” he trailed off.

“I know, I’m sorry. What do you think they’ll do?”

“Disown him. If he can’t play anymore he’s no good to them”

Remus nodded.

Sirius’s phone was ringing and pinging with texts. “Probably the team” he muttered.

“Yeah, probably”

“I don’t- I don’t want to talk to them right now. I’ll talk later but not right now.”

Remus pecked his lips and reached over to turn his ringer off. “Umm, baby?”

“What?” Sirius looked up at him.

“Regulus is calling you.”

Sirius grabbed his phone out of Remus’s hands and quickly answered the phone. Putting it on speaker.

“I’m alive, chienne” A familiar voice announced.

“Jesus Reg, we haven’t spoken in years and that’s the first thing you say to me.” Sirius laughed, he moved around to the other side of the bed so he could rest his back against Remus’s chest as Remus leaned against the headboard. Remus kisses his neck and shoulder.

“Yeah. Umm, about that. I’m really, really sorry about... all of that. I-the Snakes, our parents. They’re awful. They wouldn’t let me talk to you or anyone. I had to say all that awful stuff about you. God I wanted to punch every damn player in the locker room for the shit they said about you. I, they just. I’m so sorry.” Regulus rushes out.

“Hey, it’s okay. I kind of figured. Or hoped at least.”

“I really want you to know that I don’t care that you’re gay. I don’t know if Remus is listening or there or whatever but you seem happier then I’ve ever seen you when you’re with him.”

“I am, I really, really am” Sirius smiled. “And yes he is listening.”

Regulus let out a laugh.

“So, how are you with...” Sirius trailed off.

“Loosing my arm and possibly ending my hockey career?”

“Yeah, that”

“I don’t know. Mom and Dad won’t talk to me. No one from the family will. Well, Andromeda called me but she was disowned so it doesn’t really count”

“Andy? Why was she disowned?”

“Married a girl” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Sirius barked out a laugh. “Not surprising honestly. Good to know there’s more of me”

“True. Oh and get this, better prepare the puke. Sissy’s marrying Malfoy”

“WHAT” Sirius no less than screamed. “Narcissa?”

“Yep” he popped the ‘p’.

“No” Sirius whined. “I had hope for her.”

“So did I. But at least she doesn’t seem that happy about it. It’s more of a bloodline thing”

“I don’t want to be related to Lucius”

“Neither do I”

“What about Bellatrix?”

“Rudolph Lestrange.”

Sirius groaned again.

“What is up with the names in your family” Remus laughed quietly.

“Stars. All names of constellation.” Sirius explained.

“The Black family will be as old as the stars. Never let the bloodline down. Generations and generations of powerful leaders are in your blood. Traitors to the DNA are not true Blacks. Keep the stars alive, at all costs.” Regulus and Sirius said at the same time.

“What?”

“We said that like a prayer. Every night. What I would give to forget it” Sirius groaned. Remus kissed his cheek.

“Besides our fucked up family, how else are you feeling?” He asked, the playfulness leaving his voice.

“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s really set in yet but I’m getting fitted or whatever for a prosthetic as soon as my stitches are out. A bunch of high school students are working on a design I can use for hockey. They’re having some contest or something like that”

“That’s cool” Sirius told him. “NHL going to te laisse jouer” Sirius switched to french subconsciously.

“I don’t know yet. They’re having a meeting about it I think. The Snakes don’t want me anymore, they made that very clear.”

“I’m sorry”

“Oh no don’t be at all, I hate that fucking team anyway.” Regulus said quickly.

“I’m sure teams will be fighting over you” Sirius smiled.

“Maybe. But let’s not talk about it anymore, how are you?”

“I’m good. You fucking terrified me last night. God Reg I thought you were going to die.” Sirius breathed out shakily.

“I’m okay though. That’s what matters.”

“Yeah, yeah I know” Sirius nodded.

Remus held him tighter, pressing a kiss behind his ear as he remembered Sirius falling apart in his arms.

“How are you and Remus?”

“We’re really good. I love him and, yeah” Sirius blushes, playing with his necklace.

“Awww” Reg teased.

“Oh tais-toi”

Regulus laughed. “I’m not lying when I say I’m happy for you. Remus, just know that if I’ll hurt him I’ll kill you. Prosthetics are metal, tu sais”

“Stop it” Sirius scoffed.

“I promise I will never hurt him. I love him more than anything” Remus assured him, turning Sirius’s chin so he could kiss him.

“I love you too” Sirius told him.

“Awwww wittle Siri in wove”Regulus ruined the moment.

“Je te deteste” Sirius groaned.

“You love me” Regulus laughed.

“Sadly”

“Rude”

The brothers bantered back and forth like nothing had ever happened.

“Alright I’ve got to go get more needles poked into my skin but we’ll talk later, ouais?”

“Absolument”

“Bye, love you” Regulus said.

“Love you too” Sirius told him before Regulus hung up.

“I’m so fucking happy for you right now” Remus squeezed him tightly.

“Me too” Sirius smiled widely. “God I’m so happy”

Remus felt like crying, all he wanted was for Sirius to be happy in life and he finally was.

Sirius was crying, a tear fell down his cheek.

“Hey hey what’s wrong?” Remus picked him up and turned him so he was straddling his waist. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing. I- I never thought I could have this, you know. Never thought I would be allowed to love who I wanted, much less have someone who loved me back. I have the most supportive team I could ever hope for, they’re more of a family then my actual family is. Reg doesn’t hate me- never hated me. I never thought I would ever be able to have this” he confessed, tears slowly falling down his face.

Remus kissed them away. “And you deserve all of it. Everything you’ve been through, you deserve the world baby.”

“Good thing I have it” Sirius smiled as he cupped Remus’s face.

“God that was cheesy.” Remus scoffed with a smile.

“It was wasn’t it?” Sirius laughed, kissed Remus’s lips slowly. Safe in the feeling of his arms on his waist, hair tangled in his fingers, soft lips on his. It was him and it was home.

He was lost in the feeling of it before Remus pulled away. Resting their foreheads together.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Sirius whispered. “I want to adopt a couple of kids, let them run around the house and take them to family skate. I can’t imagine my future without you. I love you more than I can explain. Every time I think about how much I love you it’s like I can’t breath.”

“God, yes. I want that more than anything.” Remus captured his lips in his. Both of them smiling into the kiss.

@lumosinlove

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #oknutzy #coops #coop #sweater weather lumosinlove #angst

66 notes · View notes

four-loose-screws · 4 years ago

Text

FE8 Novelization Translation - Chapter 3, Section 1

If you would like to start from the beginning, read a missed part, etc., click here!

FE Game Script Translations - FE Novel Translations - Original FE Support Conversations

If you are interested in donating to support my work, please check out my Ko-fi here. Thank you!

———————————

I call this a “section” because it is not a separate part of the chapter in the book, but divided from the rest of the chapter by a scene break.

———————————

Chapter 3: The Stolen Bracelet

The Grado Army did not attack for a significant period of time, allowing Eirika and her army’s mountain journey to progress smoothly.

Whenever the soldiers began to look tired, they stopped to take a break. Eirika was impatient and, if it was possible, did not want to do so until they arrived at Renvall Castle, but she knew that would have an effect on the soldiers' morale. Though it frustrated her to stop, they really needed to rest.

Two days after leaving Ide Village, while taking their evening break, Eirika stepped away from Seth, Garcia, and the others, who were all chatting, and went on a walk by herself.

The white moon was just starting to rise from behind the mountaintops. Talking with her allies was fun, but the moonrise was so beautiful that it made her want to get some fresh air.

Once she was all alone, she was unsurprised to find herself thinking about her brother. 'What is he doing now? Is he looking up at the white moon, just as I am?'

She knew well just how strong her brother was. She didn't think he could be captured or injured, but… considering the situation he was in, she was very nervous.

'Please let him be safe until we catch up to him…' She said to herself as if praying to the moon, while she continued walking along.

Suddenly, something bumped into her from behind.

"Eeek…!" The force of the impact almost made her trip.

"Whoops, sorry 'bout that!"

She heard a voice say with a laugh. It came from a man of small stature wearing a cape… no, after getting a second glance at him, she realized that he must still be a teenager. The next thing she heard were his footsteps as he quickly ran away from her.

He was probably a traveler, and likely didn't notice her and bumped into her because it was starting to get dark.

"Are you alright, Lady Eirika!?" Seth rushed up to her. It seemed he'd worried when she vanished without a word, and came looking for her.

"Yes, someone just bumped into me, is all."

Seth furrowed his brow and looked at her. "What happened to your bracelet?"

"My bracelet…?"

'It’s right here,' she raised her arm to say, but was instead surprised. The bracelet she should have been wearing was gone.

Eirika was at a loss. She had no idea when she might have lost it. Her father had given it to her when she was young and told her to treasure it, but because she was always wearing it, on the contrary, she was always unaware that it was there.

"Oh… maybe that man I bumped into earlier stole it? Everything happened so quickly…"

"We will chase after him." Seth said in a panic so very rare of him that Eirika held him back. "Wait! My bracelet certainly is precious to me, but we don't have the time right now. We should put saving Brother over thieves, shouldn’t we? Let's hurry!"

"No, that bracelet is…" Seth looked like he was going to say something, but they didn't have time for that, either. He looked in the direction the thief had run off in and said, "Either way, we must get it back. We will chase after him, Lady Eirika!"

He did not wait for her answer, instead returning to where the army was resting. He cut their break time short, and seemed determined to put all their efforts into chasing after the thief.

Eirika didn't understand how Seth could be acting this way. It wasn't like him at all.

The bracelet was certainly a valuable gift from her father, but their goal was to find Ephraim, and they likely had no time to waste. He was even cutting their break time short despite stressing how important it was...

Eirika didn’t know anything about the history of the bracelet. Since her Father worried about it so much, she figured it must be important to the royal family, and never asked about where it had come from.

But Seth might know. He was the man her father trusted most, so there was a chance her father would tell him something even she did not know.

'I'll ask him after we get it back, and he calms down.' Eirika decided, then chose to first chase after the thief.

"What dummy has a bracelet stolen right off their arm!? You must have totally spaced out!” Ross said in complete astonishment when he heard the news.

Franz came up from behind him and whacked him upside the head.

Eirika's face turned red with embarrassment as she tried to explain herself. "He bumped into me so suddenly that I couldn’t think… U-um, I certainly was careless, but…"

"It's not your fault, Lady Eirika! That thief was just really good!" Franz angrily covered for Eirika.

Ross decided it was best to stop teasing her. "So it was a really good thief, huh? Then he musta been one of Bazba's men."

"Bazba…?"

They're a group of really violent bandits that causes a lot of trouble around here. I think they're the ones that attacked my village, too." Ross' face clouded over with regret.

Garcia, who was beside him, continued the explanation. "Bazba's Bandits aren't just any old group of bandits. The guys that attacked Ide Village weren't very strong, but we can't underestimate them. Their numbers at the base will be great, so they will be a difficult foe to face."

"Then let's brace ourselves for a difficult fight." They decided that they would leave quickly while it was still night.

Along the way, they noticed a person standing by themself in front of their path.

They went on guard, in case this person was another member of the bandits, though they did not appear to be one.

As they approached the person, they saw the face of a timid girl looking at them helplessly.

She carried a big bag on her back. To be traveling alone at this time, and in the middle of the mountains, was far too dangerous.

Just as Eirika was about to call out to her, she timidly approached them, and looked up at Seth and Eirika, both atop his horse.

"Um… excuse me… would you happen to be… a mercenary group?"

Her straight pink hair fell just below her ears. She was trembling with fear, so it was difficult to tell, but she seemed to have very cute features.

Eirika instinctively turned her attention towards the girl and asked, “Who are you?”

The girl looked at Eirika with pleading eyes, then suddenly screamed, "Please help me, I beg of you! I… I tried to stop Colm… but he wouldn't listen…! At this rate, Colm's gonna… Colm's gonna…!" Tears slowly welled up in her large eyes, making Eirika panic.

"Uh, um, please, calm down. I don't really know what you’re talking about… ‘Colm?’”

"Oh, ah, I-I'm sorry!" The girl wiped away her tears and began to explain.

"My name is Neimi. I lived in Lark Village near here."

"You lived there… what do you mean by that?"

"The village is gone. A group of bandits burned it down… and killed all of the other villagers… only two people made it out alive… me, and my childhood friend, Colm…"

"So Lark Village was destroyed too? Dammit…!" Ross had been listening in, and was enraged by what he heard.

Neimi wiped away more tears, signaling that she had been hit by another wave of sadness as she talked.

"My village was burned down, too. It was Bazba's bandits that did it."

"Oh… th-that's terrible. They're the ones who attacked my village, too. I heard their hideout is inside this mountain. So Colm… he said he was gonna take back the treasure the bandits stole, then went all by himself… E-Even though I tried to stop him! I told him it's dangerous! That his life is more important than treasure…!"

She seemed to be the type of person who cried easily, even under normal circumstances. And once she started crying, she almost couldn’t stop. Eirika felt lost, but wanted to do something to cheer the girl up. "The bandits stole something important from us, too, and we were just pursuing them. Surely we can help each other out!"

"R-Really!? Thank you! I can't save Colm all on my own… so I was waiting for someone who looked strong to pass by. Thank goodness… Oh, but, um, I don't have very much money, so I can't pay you and all your mercenaries enough…"

Ross answered faster than Eirika could. "We don't need anythin' like that! And we ain't really a mercenary group! This person is actually…"

"Anyway, let's go! Can you lead us there, Neimi?" Eirika frowned and glared at Ross.

Neimi was nothing more a random girl they'd crossed paths with, but Eirika still thought it best not to reveal her identity. She knew that if Neimi became associated with her, the princess, and Grado found out, Neimi would be in danger.

"Over here!" Securing help seemed to have calmed Niemi, as she continued down the mountain road with light footsteps.

‐

When Eirika's army heard the words "bandit hideout," they imagined something like a run-down shack, but it was actually a very impressive building.

It was a mansion made of stone built into the mountain. The bandits must have collected a large sum of money from their constant pillaging, as the hideout was so big and lavish that it could compare to the homes belonging to wealthy merchants that one might find in the middle of a town.

"Neimi, please hide somewhere safe. We're going to break in and fight now." Eirika said.

Neimi began to fidget and answered, "Um… Actually, I was wondering if you guys would take me with you."

"What? But it's dangerous! This is going to be a very difficult fight!"

"I'm really good with a bow! Grandfather taught me how to use one when I was a child."

"Really?" Seth replied.

Neimi continued to fidget, but nodded her head deeply.

"What do you think, Lady Eirika? Our army is lacking in archers. If she fights with us, then we'll have the abilities we need to win."

"That is a good point…" But Eirika was still nervous.

No matter how you looked at her, Neimi did not seem like she could handle combat. Would such a pitiful girl who cried so easily really be able to fight against bandits?

“Please let me come! I want to do something to help you!"

But when Neimi looked up at her with determination on her face, Eirika couldn't say no. She nodded and said, "Then please provide support from the rear line. Do not go anywhere near the front. You wouldn’t stand a chance in direct combat.”

"I-I understand! I'll do my best!" Neimi excitedly pulled something out from the bag she was carrying on her back.

"Whoa, that’s so cool!" Ross, who'd been peeking in on the conversation, whistled.

Neimi had grabbed a small bow and a quiver. They looked handmade, but seemed sturdy and well crafted. It was clear just by the sight of both items that they were well used and had been mended many times. "This is a momento from my grandfather. He was a very good shot." Neimi said while putting the quiver on her back, then readying her bow.

She was so energetic now that she seemed like a different person from the crybaby they'd met. She looked as ready for battle as any trained soldier would be.

Eirika was impressed, and was now sorry for underestimating her. If her grandfather had been such a good archer, then he’d probably taught her everything from the basics onwards, giving them more than enough reason to believe that she’d be a valuable addition to their army.

First, Gilliam led his unit of armored knights as the front line. They used their weapons to break down the front door in the blink of an eye.

The enemy had not thought in the slightest that they might be attacked by such a large group. The guards rushed towards them, but were immediately eliminated by the knights.

Eirika and the others flooded in through the doorway. The battle immediately turned intense.

Neimi's performance far exceeded Eirika's expectations. She shot arrows in rapid succession from behind the main army, wounding their enemies.

The main army then rushed in and finished off their weakened foes.

"You're the real deal!" Neimi cheeks flushed red from Ross' praise.

When they had just about eliminated the first wave of enemies, Neimi suddenly gasped.

Eirika panicked and whirled around, thinking Neimi might have gotten hurt, but instead saw her rushing inside of a room. "N-Neimi!?"

There would likely be enemies inside. It was reckless for an archer, who couldn't fight in close combat, to go ahead all on their own.

Ross and Franz panicked and followed after her. Eirika defeated the last enemy in front of her and rushed ahead as well.

"Colm! You're safe, Colm!" Neimi shouted, then hugged someone rummaging around inside the room.

"Ack! Neimi!!" A young man with a stern face wearing a cape yelled out, sounding flustered.

The sight of him made Eirika freeze in her tracks.

She couldn't say it for sure, but… she had a feeling that he resembled the thief that stole her bracelet. It had been dark, and everything happened so quickly, but she remembered the silhouette of the thief's cape.

The man paid no attention to her, and started talking to Neimi. "What are you doing here!? Why would you just waltz into a place like this?"

"B-Because… I was worried about you…"

"You should worry more about yourself than me! Do you really think a group of bandits would do me in!?"

"B-But… I met this group of mercenaries, and asked them to help. So we came here together…"

"Mercenaries? You're being dumb again…" The young man said in a sulking tone, then looked at Eirika and the others. The color drained from his face, and he leapt up a foot into the air. "Uwahhhhhh! Why did you bring them here!?"

"Like I said, they're a mercenary group! …I brought them here to save you…"

"I-I don't know! I don't know anything! ...A-Anyway, we can talk later. I’ve already taken back all the stolen treasure, so let’s get out of here!” His shivering was undoubtedly suspicious.

"Are you…" Eirika walked up to him to confirm that he was indeed the thief.

However, the door opened right at that moment, and the bandits all rushed in to attack at once.

Eirika drew her sword and began to fight. The questioning would have to come later.

‐

The enemy's numbers were great, making for a tough fight, but Eirika’s army managed to win.

The room they’d fought in was now a mess of toppled chairs and crumbling walls, making for an unfortunate sight. In the corner was Neimi, who’d just caught Colm.

"Colm… I'm so happy you're safe… I… was so scared that I… couldn't stop imagining all the scary things that might happen…"

"Hey, you don't have to cry anymore. Look at this!" Colm pulled out something from within his cape and handed it to Neimi.

She wiped her tears and gasped. "This is… my mother's mirror…"

"It's an important keepsake, isn't it? And it isn't broken! Lucky, huh?"

"Even though I'd already given up on it… you came all the way here just to get it back, didn’t you? You didn’t tell me the details why you left… s-so I didn’t know anything at all, and…”

"Hey, I told you to stop crying!"

From what bits and pieces everyone else heard, Colm and Neimi’s conversation seemed to be a happy one.

However, Seth came up to them and said in a stern voice, "There's something I must discuss with you. I want you to give Lady Eirika back her bracelet."

Colm shivered and looked up at Seth.

Neimi also looked up at him, curious.

He seemed afraid to make eye contact with her, as he stood between them as he spoke. "Um, what are you talking about? Stop making stuff up… Whoa, hey, what are you doing!?" Colm saw Seth grab the handle of his sword, and jumped back. "Whoa! You’re messed up, man! I get it, I get it, I should give it back, right!?"

Seth lowered his hand.

Colm took the bracelet out from under his cape and reluctantly handed it over. "Look, I’m giving it back. Sorry, it was my bad."

"Why did you do something like that?"

"No reason… It's a pretty bracelet, and that girl wasn't paying attention to where she was going, so I couldn't help myself! That's all it was, I swear!"

"Colm! I can't believe you…!" Neimi covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes widened. "You… you stole it? That bracelet? Colm, you've always stolen things, but at least the worst you did was take persimmons from my family's garden! Or so I thought! I never imagined you would do something this terrible…!"

"I-I just felt like it! I said I was sorry! I said it was wrong!"

With the bracelet back in the hands of its rightful owner, they no longer had any reason to stay at the hideout. Seth started to walk away from the two, but Colm called out to him from behind.

"W-Wait up! Hey, would you let Neimi and I go with you?"

"...What?"

"Our village burned down, so we’ve got nowhere else to go. Even if we try to work, there’s fighting goin' on everywhere. We'll become mercenaries, too, so please, take us with you!"

"Colm…" Neimi was shocked by Colm's sudden words, but she made eye contact with Seth and nodded forcefully. "I feel the same way! We don't have anywhere to go home to anymore. If we continue on this path and become nomads, Colm is sure to become a horrible villain that none can save!"

"...Hey!"

"Please! Please take us with you! We'll do anything!"

The two clung to Seth, and it was of course too much for him to handle. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed lightly. “Then you should try asking Lady Eirika directly. She’s the one you stole the bracelet from.”

“Lady Eirika? Whoa, that’s a really polite thing to call her.” A smirk spread across Colm’s face. “That girl is a higher rank than you? You guys are one weird group of mercenaries, to have a girl like that on top!”

“We are not mercenaries. I cannot tell you the details. You should hear them from Lady Eirika.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say…” Seth led Colm and Neimi to find Eirika.

‐

Eirika exited the dusty fort and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Seth had also left the fort, and came up to her with Colm and Neimi following behind him.

“Lady Eirika, I safely retrieved your bracelet.” Seth politely returned itto her, and she put it back on her wrist.

With her bracelet back in its rightful place, Eirika’s worries finally subsided with a sigh.

“Please be careful not to let it leave your possession ever again.”

Eirika could feel the extra weight Seth put into his tone. She stared at the bracelet and patted it gently. “Seth, what do you know about this bracelet? Maybe something my father told you?”

“About that… I guarantee that I will tell you when the time is right. It is still too early right now…” Seth’s words escaped his mouth hesitantly. He surely wouldn’t hide such information from her without reason.

Eirika concluded that the bracelet likely had a very deep meaning locked away within it, and nodded.

“I understand. But more importantly right now, Seth, is what those two are doing behind you?”

“They said they want to join us. What do you think?”

Colm and Neimi had listened to Seth and Eirika’s entire exchange with confusion on their faces.

Colm picked up on the hint that it was their turn to speak, and said, “Hey, sorry about your bracelet. But you were in the wrong too! You spaced out while wearing such a valuable piece of jewelry!”

“Colm!” Neimi hissed, but Colm just shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re right, I do regret letting my guard down. I’ll be more careful from now on. The more important issue right now is, are you two serious about wanting to join our army?” Eirika asked.

“Yeah we are! You can’t argue against how useful my skills are, and Neimi may be a crybaby, but her archery abilities are the real deal. We’re sure to help you out!” Colm puffed up his chest and beat his fist against it.

This young man was an impulsive thief, and looked like he was a bit of a rascal, but didn’t seem to be a bad person. And Neimi had already proven her skills with a bow to them. Eirika didn’t have any objections to them joining her army.

“I’d be very happy to have you with us. But you still seem to misunderstand… that we are not mercenaries.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, that messed up guy said the same thing. So if you ain’t mercenaries, then what are you? Considering the circumstances, I wouldn’t care what you are, even if you're pirates or a traveling circus!”

“No, neither of those are it, either. I am the princess of Renais, Eirika. And this is my trusted retainer, General Seth. The soldiers serving me are members of the Frelian Army that the king lent to me.”

Colm and Neimi both stared at Eirika with their mouths wide open.

Eirika felt embarrassed, but didn’t really fully understand why, and started laughing awkwardly.

“The… princess?”

“Seriously…?” Neimi stumbled back a few steps and placed her hands on her cheeks.

Tears welled up in her eyes, which once again flustered Eirika. She’d already gotten used to seeing Neimi cry, but still, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was the one who’d caused it this time. “Uh, um, there’s no reason for you to cry! Why are you…?”

“Colm stole the princess’ bracelet!? Are you going to execute him? Are you going to execute Colm!?”

“C’mon Neimi, don’t start worrying about things if you don’t know they’re gonna happen!” Colm yelled at the panicking and flailing Neimi, but he too seemed nervous, and looked at Eirika with trembling eyes.

Eirika couldn’t help but laugh. Her shoulders moved up and down as she shook her head. “No, you don’t have to worry about that! My bracelet was safely returned to me, so that’s all water under the bridge now. What I wanted to say is that, despite how we look, we’re an army, and we’re marching towards Grado territory. We’ll have to fight powerful enemies that bandits cannot compare to in strength. Are you ready to throw yourselves into such danger?”

Colm and Neimi looked straight at each other.

As one would expect from childhood friends, they could communicate their feelings to each other as if they were telepathic, and didn’t need to exchange words. They nodded in unison.

“Of course! The ones who originally ruined everything around here and caused the bandits to start attacking were the Grado Army’s soldiers, so…”

Colm nodded. “Yeah, I don’t like their way of doing things either! We’ll go with you!”

“Then let’s fight together!”

Afterwards, Eirika introduced them to the rest of the group.

The serious Franz, and others like him, could not accept the rude and thieving Colm at first, but changed their minds as they talked to him. Neimi was very shy, so she hid behind Colm in the beginning, but after Ross complimented her archery skills, she slowly became able to talk to everyone.

As Eirika was watching them from afar, Seth said to her, “People seem to gather around you, Lady Eirika.”

“...Huh?” She looked up at Seth in surprise. He looked upon Colm and the others, all laughing and chatting in high spirits, with kindness in his eyes.

“Both Garcia, who’d sworn off fighting forever, and Ross, and now these two new recruits… Everyone seems to be drawn to gather around you.”

"Surely they're not… We were just lucky and met them by chance…"

"Is that really the reason? You could also consider it to be not by chance, but by fate."

"Fate?"

"Lady Eirika, you have the power to attract and move people. It is different from both authority and military strength, and is a power all rulers should be born with, don’t you think?”

"I have no such power. Brother is the one who inherited it…" Eirika was completely taken aback.

When they were young, the one to attract people to them was her brother. Everyone naturally gathered around him and talked to him. On the other hand, she was quiet and always in his shadow when they were growing up.

"You understand now, yes? That you, Lady Eirika, have strength that is as great as even Lord Ephraim’s... I have a feeling that in the future, many more people will appear before you time and time again, and lend you their strength."

"That's great and all, but… my power alone is so small. If I wasn't being saved by those around me, I wouldn't be able to fight…"

But though she said that, Seth's words were more reassuring to her than anyone else's would be.

That was what she truly felt in her heart, but could not bring herself to say. Instead, she blushed and looked away.

#fire emblem #fe #fe8 #sacred stones #nintendo #game boy advance #gba #japan #japanese #translation #novel #light novel #fe8 novelization translation

12 notes · View notes

lakesandquarries · 4 years ago

Text

Jump the Fence Part One: Something Out Of Nothing

chapter one: started with a big bang

summary: Post Black Mesa, things get weird. Well, weirder. The Science Team is back, but it's not just them, and Gordon has to learn how to readjust.

notes: series title from “jump the fence” by mother mother, chapter and fic title from “infinitesimal” by mother mother. this is part one of a four part fic and should be about 3 chapters. maybe.

AO3 Link

Gordon wakes up on his couch, face pressed against the cushions. He’s sore in places he didn’t know existed and exhausted in a way that goes past physical, but mainly he’s confused. For a moment he just lies there, staring at the dark brown fabric of his couch, appreciating the fact that he’s alive. It’s only when he tries to sit up that he realizes things are off.

His hand is missing, replaced by a prosthetic. An admittedly cool looking one, sleek and orange, but - that wasn’t supposed to be real. It was all just a game - or a dream? His VR stuff is nowhere to be seen, and he did essentially just wake up. So why the fuck is he missing a hand now?

A sharp buzz interrupts his thoughts. His phone is on the coffee table next to him, ringing loudly. Gordon lets out a goran, rolling over to grab at it as it screams at him. The caller ID just says “Unknown.” Never a good sign.

“Fuck it,” he says out loud, and answers the call. “Hello?”

“Hello, Gordon!” A familiar voice says, and for a second Gordon thinks he might cry.

“Dr. - Dr. Coomer? Is that you?”

“Indeed it is!” Coomer responds.

“Holy shit,” Gordon says. “Holy shit.”

“I completely agree,” Coomer says, and in the background Gordon can hear other muffled voices.

“Is - is that Bubby?”

“Yes! Tommy is here as well, along with Sunkist!”

“Can you put me on speaker?”

There’s silence, followed by a very muffled conversation where Gordon can just make out Tommy’s voice.

“Mr. Freeman?”

“Tommy!”

“I’m here too, you know,” Bubby cuts in, and there’s a bark in the background.

“It’s so good to hear you guys,” Gordon says, and he means it. He’s smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt.

“I’m very glad to hear you as well, Gordon. However there’s a few things I must ask you! First of all, where are you right now?” Dr. Coomer asks.

“Uh, my apartment. Why?”

“Do you have a car?” Bubby asks.

“Yeah.”

“We may need some assistance,” Dr. Coomer continues. “For you see, we are all still in Black Mesa!”

“What’s left of it, at least,” Bubby grumbles.

“What do you mean?” Gordon asks, running his hand through his hair. Oh, that feels weird with the prosthetic.

“It’s real fucked up,” Bubby says, which explains absolutely nothing.

“It looks like it got hit by the Tri-State Tornado of 1925,” Tommy says, which also explains nothing.

“The most "extreme" tornado in recorded history was the Tri-State Tornado , which spread through parts of Missouri , Illinois , and Indiana on March 18, 1925. It is considered an F5 on the Fujita Scale , even though -”

“Cool, got it, thank you Dr. Coomer.” God, he missed them. Granted, he’s only been apart from them for like ten minutes, but that was ten minutes where he thought he would never see them again. “Right, okay, do you guys need me to come get you?” Oh, fuck, are they gonna need somewhere to stay?” With the initial excitement of hearing his friends fading, Gordon is starting to realize the actual logistics of this. Three entire people have apparently sprung into existence in a place that doesn’t exist. Plus a dog. Where are they gonna stay?

“I don’t wanna be here a second longer than I have to,” Bubby says. “How the hell did you get to wake up somewhere new while we’re all stuck in this shit hole?”

You’re not real, Gordon thinks but doesn’t say. “I dunno, man.” He puts his own phone on speaker, opening the maps app. How the fuck is he gonna find a place that doesn’t exist?

Except when he opens the app it shows him places he has saved. Right under Home is Work, and work is apparently located at “Black Mesa Research Facility”.

“What the fuck,” he says.

“What?” Tommy asks. “Is something wrong, Mr. Freeman?”

“Everything’s fine,” Gordon says. He doesn’t wanna reveal anything to them, not yet at least. That's not a conversation to have over the phone. “I’ll be there in 20, okay? I’m gonna hang up while I drive but call if - if anything happens. I’ll be there soon.”

“We’ll see you then, Gordon,” Dr. Coomer says, and with an echoing bye from the three of them, he hangs up.

---

He spends the drive over having a mild panic attack. The route feels at once new and familiar, roads he recognizes moving in ways that feel just a little off. Even the music on the radio seems weird, though that might just be his imagination - he doesn’t actually listen to the radio that often.

Black Mesa isn’t a far drive. Gordon can imagine working there, picking an apartment based on location, commuting everyday. But Black Mesa isn’t real . Or, it wasn’t, until today. Because regardless of what he remembers, he pulls into the parking lot and the building is right there.

He understands what the Science Team was talking about, now. The glass windows are all shattered, the door completely smashed. He carefully picks his way inside, avoiding especially large shards, and the front desk has been crushed by a fallen chunk of ceiling.

He opens his phone and redials Dr. Coomer’s number, hoping for a quick response. He picks up almost instantly. “Hello, Gordon!”

“I’m here! I’m in the front lobby, I think? The aboveground part. Where are you guys?”

“We’re in the main building! I suppose it would be easier for us to come to you, though, wouldn’t it, Gordon?”

“I really do not wanna go any deeper into this place,” Gordon admits. Coomer chuckles.

“I don’t blame you! Well, we’ll start trying to find our way up. Don’t go anywhere!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Gordon says, and he hangs up again.

He does a little exploring as he waits for the Science Team, wandering around the remains of the lobby. The ceiling has almost completely caved in, but he manages to find a small waiting area that's semi-intact, with one chair left miraculously unscathed. He takes a seat, looking over the assorted magazines left on the table. A couple he even recognizes. He flips through them quickly, and quite a few reference Black Mesa, mentioning their research in fields from genetic engineering to theoretical physics. Apparently the experiment that got them attention in the first place was a successful sheep cloning done decades ago, and that got them enough funding to branch out into other things.

What the fuck.

Well, no one’s here anymore. Can’t hurt if he just...takes them.

It’s then that he hears voices, distant and indistinct, but Gordon knows his friends well enough by now. He scoops up the magazines and starts heading towards the noise, grabbing the handle to the stairwell just as Coomer pulls it open. Gordon’s pulled with it, colliding with Coomer’s burly chest.

“Hello, Gordon!” Coomer says, wrapping him up in a hug.

“Hi Dr. Coomer,” Gordon wheezes as Coomer’s arms squeeze all the air out of him. He finally releases Gordon, who has to take a second and lean against the wall to get his breath back. Tommy pats him on the shoulder. “Thanks, man,” he says. Tommy beams at him. “Fuck. Okay. It’s good to see you guys again,” Gordon says, some of the tension leaving his shoulders for the first time since he woke up. “Whadya say we get out of here?”

“Please,” Bubby says.

Gordon leads them to the car. Tommy calls shotgun as soon as they step outside, which Gordon is happy to oblige, and soon enough they’re on the road.

“So, I’m not gonna have space in my apartment for everyone to stay. What do you guys think of getting a hotel?”

“We don’t have any money, Mr. Freeman,” Tommy says, turning his pockets inside out.

“It’s cool, I figured I’d cover it.” He doesn’t really have the money for this but it’s fine. It’s fine! He’ll work something out.

There’s a pretty decent hotel a couple blocks from his apartment. Gordon had stayed there once when the electricity got all fucked up and couldn’t get fixed for a week, and for a few dudes who have presumably lived in Black Mesa their whole lives it’s probably gonna seem amazing .

“They better have a hot tub,” Bubby says from the backseat. Gordon glances in the rearview mirror to see him scrunched up sideways in the middle seat, leaning against Coomer. Neither of them have their seat belts on, though somehow Sunkist does.

“Guys, come on. Wear your seatbelts.” He waits until he hears the click to keep talking. “I’m pretty sure they have one. Shit, maybe I’ll stay with you guys too. Be nicer than my apartment.”

“Uh, Mr. Freeman?”

Gordon risks a glance at the passenger seat. Tommy’s staring intently at his phone, propeller hat spinning slowly. “Whats up?”

“My dad just messaged me,” Tommy says. Gordon almost considers pulling over and demanding to see the texts. “He, uh, he said I can come stay with him?”

“I thought you were an orphan?” Bubby asks, leaning forward and grabbing onto Gordon’s seat.

“It’s complicated,” Tommy says. “But, uh, if you guys wanna come stay too, I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

Bubby makes a thoughtful noise. “Wait, is your dad the weird guy in the suit who was at Chuck E Cheese? Fuck no, I’m not staying with him.”

“I’d like to stay with Bubby,” Coomer says.

“Okay, well, I’ll guess we’ll...split up, then. Coomer and Bubby can get a hotel, Tommy stays with his dad, I go home.”

“We’ll see each other again though, right?” Tommy asks, eyebrows furrowed.

Gordon and Coomer both say “Of course!” at the exact same moment. Gordon keeps one hand on the wheel as he reaches over to Tommy and rests the other on his knee. “You guys are stuck with me whether you like it or not. Science Team stays together.”

Tommy pats his hand, and doesn’t say anything else as they pull into the parking lot of the Los Gatos Garden Inn. The four of them shuffle into the lobby, Sunkist staying in the car - windows rolled down, of course. Tommy and Coomer immediately get distracted by the tourist brochures, even though most of them advertise places a long drive from where they are. Bubby, at least, is being helpful. Sorta.

“Just so you know, we only have singles available right now. That’s a room with just one bed,” the receptionist informs them.

Gordon turns to Bubby. “You and Coomer gonna be okay with that?”

Bubby hunches his shoulders up. “I can sleep on the floor if I have to,” he says.

“If you insist.”

Gordon books it. It’s not as bad as he was worried it would be, but still, he has a need to check his bank account. To his surprise, when he opens his banking app, he’s informed that he has nearly a million dollars that were just deposited. Clicking the deposit gives him no useful information, the source being a string of glitched out text.

Okay. Sure. Fine! Why not.

Bubby’s eyeing him strangely, like he wants to ask something, but Gordon ignores him. “Okay! Coomer, Bubby, you guys are set. Do you, uh...need anything?” Oh, shit, they don’t have any stuff, do they? Everything they owned is probably still in Black Mesa, if it even existed in the first place. “Do we need to go shopping?”

Bubby picks up the collar of his lab coat, sniffs it, and recoils. “Yes, we do.”

“Alright. Let’s fucking…go to Target, I guess?”

---

Wrangling the three of them through Target may actually be harder than getting through Black Mesa. It feels like every second someone is wandering off, getting sidetracked by something. First it’s Bubby insisting he needs some space suit pajamas, then Tommy discovering the toys section, then Coomer harassing some random employee he somehow mistook for Gordon. At least Sunkist is behaving. She doesn’t have a leash, but she stays near Tommy anyway and doesn’t run off once.

“Guys, we do not need all this,” Gordon says as Tommy stacks a third 12-pack of soda in the cart. “We’re just getting the essentials. Some clothing, toothbrushes, that sorta thing. Okay?”

He feels like he’s aged several years by the time they make it out. But they’re out, and Gordon’s bank still says it has a ridiculous amount of money, and they have everything they could need for the next while, so. Gordon’s feeling confident. He drops Bubby and Coomer off at the hotel, helping them carry everything inside. They’ll be okay there. It’s one of those hotels you can basically live in long term, with a minikitchen and everything. He wonders how the single bed is gonna go.

Well, not his problem.

“Alright, next up is to take you to your dad’s, right?”

Tommy nods, buckling his seatbelt, then rattles off the address. Gordon plugs it into his gps. It’s barely ten minutes from his apartment.

Gordon’s running out of things to say, but Tommy seems content with the silence. They’ve never really gotten to have a peaceful quiet like this. In Black Mesa quiet moments never lasted very long, and the day has been extremely hectic. It’s not until Gordon is pulling up to Tommy’s house that he feels the need to speak.

“Holy shit , dude. Your dad lives in a fucking mansion. Why were you staying in the Black Mesa dorms?”

“I-it’s company policy, Mr. Freeman,” Tommy says, wringing his hands together. Gordon doesn’t press. Probably didn’t exist in the game - though in that case, how does it exist now?

He can worry later. Tommy’s getting out of the car, and Gordon offers to help him carry stuff but Tommy assures him he’s fine. Gordon’s glad, to tell the truth - he doesn’t wanna risk interacting with G-Man again.

“I’ll see you later, Mr. Freeman!” Tommy says as he waves goodbye, and Sunkist gives a single farewell bark.

“See ya soon, Tommy,” Gordon says, and he drives off.

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #gordon feetman #tommy coolatta #bubby bubby #dr coomer #idk how to tag!#cora writes #jump the fence #something out of nothing

27 notes · View notes

sonicgetsrawed · 4 years ago

Text

It’s 3 am and I Can’t Stop Thinking of You

Modern Au in which Ruddiger is a trickster and Varian may or may not gain a boyfriend because of it. Enjoy!

It was three am and he’d yet to get one fucking minute of sleep. Of course it happened on the day he decided to go to bed early instead of staying up all night to work on various projects. Not that he could really blame Ruddiger, it wasn’t his fault he was sick, he had to be for him to not stop crying. It started softly at first, but the raccoons' little whimpers and chitters soon filled the entirety of the apartment. It pained him to hear him like that and nothing he did seemed to help. He checked to see if he wanted to go for a walk, checked to make sure his litter box was clean, he checked him over to make sure he hadn’t acquired any injuries. There was nothing that he could find wrong with him, and yet he wouldn’t stop crying. The internet provided him with no answers, only increasing his worry that the only cause had to be that Ruddiger was on the brink of death. Varian spent about half an hour in which he was the one crying, holding Ruddiger tight and sobbing into his fur, during which he failed to notice the animal had stopped his crying. By the time he pulled himself together and conducted another internet search all the veterinary clinics were closed. It was in a moment of desperation that he messaged the school wide chat, in hopes someone might be able to help.

V: My raccoon won’t stop crying, all clinics are closed. Someone help! I’m getting desperate here!

He didn’t really expect a response, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted one, but he was on the verge of a panic attack and he just needed someone to tell him he was overreacting. Then of course, tonight of all nights the chat was dead. He was about to give up hope, allow himself to wallow in his worry, then his phone lit up, signaling that someone had messaged the chat.

H: Hey, I’m a vet tech, maybe I can help?

Varian startled a bit at the response. He hadn’t expected to get any actual help, just a wave of reassurances to ease his mind until he could take Ruddiger first thing in the morning, or later in the morning was more accurate.

V: Ok.

Varian cringed at his response. Okay? What was he supposed to do with that? They probably thought he was crazy now. He was genuinely surprised when they responded again.

H: Meet in twenty? On the corner outside the campus library?

Varian looked at his screen, a bit unsure on how to respond. Was he really about to meet a stranger at three am? Ruddiger’s cry confirmed it, he couldn’t let him suffer through the night when there was an option to ease his pain.

V: See you then!!

He grimaced, goddamn he was so awkward. Now he just seemed overeager. He didn’t have time to dwell on his social awkwardness, instead quickly throwing on some shoes and a hoodie, before getting Ruddiger in his carrier and heading out the door. His nerves were a mess, but hopefully it’d be worth it and this person could help. It didn’t take him long to get to campus, it was just a short walk from his apartment. He did regret not changing into something warmer, it was winter and the cool air did nothing for his light clothing. He should’ve waited, it took him a whole ten minutes to get to the meeting location, he’d have to wait another ten minutes in the cold. Ruddiger was wrapped tightly in a blanket, letting out a whimper every so often. “It’s okay, bud, we’ll get you all taken care of soon.”

It didn’t take long for someone to approach. He looked to be slightly older than him, his blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, his green eyes shining even in the dark. “My labs about a fifteen minute drive from here, I can run some tests there.”

He was walking away before Varian could respond, leaving the other to chase after him. “How- how did you I was the one you’re meeting with?”

He stopped, eyebrows furrowing as he looked around, before finally crossing his arms and looking at Varian. “I’m sorry, but do you see another idiot standing outside the library with a fucking raccoon? Cause I don’t.”

Varian wanted to say something in retaliation but he had a point. So he followed instead, letting the other take the lead again. “Right, sorry.” He should’ve known better, really. His eyes darted to the sidewalk, almost missing the way the other flinched at his apology.

“It’s fine. I’m Hugo, by the way. Thought you might want to know that much at least, before you get in my car.” Hugo said, stopping in front of a beat up car and fighting to get the door open. Varian stopped in his tracks, eyeing Hugo and the car wearily. He really shouldn’t be doing this, he didn’t know him, or where they’d be going. Once he got in the car it was essentially game over. He considered shooting his dad a text just so if he came up missing they’d have some lead, but he knew he’d just get berated for it. Hugo seemed to sense his hesitance. “Look, do you want help or not? I’m not going to murder you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He must’ve looked scared, Hugo’s eyes softening ever so slightly. Varian’s heart stopped in his chest, now that he could see him better, he was beautiful. His eyes sparkling in the light of the street lamp, he seemed sincere, and his uncle always said one could tell a lot from someone’s eyes. He nodded, pulling the passenger door open. “I appreciate your help. I’m Varian.”

Hugo simply nodded, getting in the car, and starting the engine. Varian slid into the passenger’s seat, buckling up and placing Ruddiger in his lap, thankful that Hugo wasted no time in turning on the heat. Hugo drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, the silence deafening to the both of them. “So, what are his symptoms?”

Varian startled, his nerves once again taking hold. “Oh, um he seems fine, he just won’t stop crying. I’m scared something’s wrong.”

Hugo hummed, tapping his fingers once again, Ruddiger drowning the sound with a whimper. “We’ll definitely have to run some tests, probably blood work is best. I’ll give him a once over as well, listen to his heart and lungs and all that. If it’s something internal though you’ll definitely have to go to an actual vet later.”

Varian’s eyebrows knit together in concern, he was scared something serious was wrong with Ruddiger. He couldn’t lose his only friend, his best friend. He felt tears starting to prick his eyes, he couldn’t cry in a stranger’s car, he refused. His shoulders shook from the effort, but he didn’t care, this was already embarrassing enough. He completely missed the concerned look Hugo sent his way.

“Hey.” Varian’s head snapped up, smiling a bit at Hugo’s soft smile. “I’m sure he’s fine. Seems pretty tough to me.”

Varian smiled. “Thanks. For doing this, for helping me. You didn’t have to.”

Hugo shrugged, his smile becoming slightly more teasing. “What else was I going to do at three in the morning?”

“Sleep? That’s what I was trying to do.” Varian laughed, covering his mouth when it turned into a snort. “Sorry.”

Hugo laughed at that. “Don’t apologize. That was adorable.” Varian’s face flushed, turning his eyes away. Hugo cleared his throat. “I, uh, we’re here.”

Varian nodded, exiting the car and following the other inside. “So, uh, what made you want to be a vet tech?” He asked, trying to fill the silence that plagued them again.

Hugo stiffened, swiping his ID and holding the door for Varian to enter. “Not my choice. I personally would’ve loved to go into engineering. That’s what you study, right?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?” He asked, tilting his head. He was pretty sure he didn’t know Hugo, so how did he know he was an engineering major?

“Remember that seminar last semester? The one on Demanitus?” Hugo clarified, as he went about preparing his station. Varian getting Ruddiger out and onto the table.

Varian definitely remembered the seminar. He’d been looking forward to it all year, then when the time came there was an annoying blonde that- oh. “That was you?”

Hugo shot him a wink, already beginning his examination on Ruddiger. Varian’s mouth hung open, he couldn’t believe it. He’d asked so many good questions, and sure he’d been annoying about it, but he made some really solid points. “How are you not an engineering major?” Varian asked before he could stop the words.

“I told you it wasn’t my choice. Now, can you be quiet while I check his breathing and heart?” Varian shut his mouth, waiting patiently as Hugo went about his task. Eventually he removed the stethoscope, placing it around his neck, and began checking the rest of Ruddiger. “My, uh, guardian, I guess, refused to pay for my schooling unless it was veterinarian school. So, here we are.”

He looked sad, not that Varian could blame him. It was terrible to be forced to pursue something that one wasn’t passionate about. “I’m sorry.”

Hugo laughed, scratching Ruddiger underneath his chin. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

“I know, it’s just-“

Hugo held up a hand. “It’s fine, really.” He didn’t believe it, but he decided to drop the subject, raising an eyebrow when Ruddiger started to purr. “He’s fine, by the way. This little bastard just wanted attention and I’ll be damned if he didn’t know how to get it.”

Varian stares at him in awe, not believing a word he was saying. “Wait, you mean he was faking it?!”

Hugo hummed in confirmation, Ruddiger continuing to purr as he was scratched and pet. “Yup. Little bastard has you wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?”

“He- I am not!” Varian protested, scooping Ruddiger up and placing him in his carrier, despite his cry of protest.

“Whatever you say. Should we get out of here then?” Hugo said more than asked, already holding the door open for Varian. He simply nodded following him out, his face burning in embarrassment. He should’ve guessed it really, Ruddiger always knew how to get what he wanted, he’d just never gone to such extremes before. He’d have to keep a better eye on him from now on. The ride back to the library was in a more comfortable silence than the ride over, the emotional rollercoaster of the night weighing Varian down. He almost didn’t catch Hugo’s words as they pulled next to the building. “It’s nice that you care so much about the little bastard. He’s lucky to have you.”

Varian stared at him for a moment, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. Not many people would meet a stranger at three in the morning to help out.” Hugo simply smiled, watching as Varian got out of the car. Varian hesitated for a moment, not feeling quite right leaving things like this. “Hey!” He called, regretting it the instant the word left his mouth and Hugo rolled down the window.

“You forget something?” He asked, leaning down so he could see him out of the window.

“Yeah, uh, thanks again. Maybe I can make it up to you? Coffee? Next Saturday?” Varian asked, his voice wavering slightly, half of him wanting him to say no and the other more prominent part wanting him to say yes.

Hugo smiled, shooting him another wink. “It’s a date.” Varian’s blush returned tenfold, forgetting completely that he didn’t have a time, meeting place, or Hugo’s phone number. By the time he realized the other was long gone. Not that it mattered, the next Saturday Varian was back in front of the library at three in the morning waiting for Hugo, a smile gracing his features as the other rounded the corner.

#tangled the series #varian #hugo #varian/hugo #varigo #pre relationship #varian and the seven kingdoms #modern au #ruddiger

79 notes · View notes

sol1loqu1st · 7 years ago

Text

come one come all to see me venting my feelings to the void in hopes that it might turn out to be a void/fish/ and just fucking eat them and ill forget they ever existed

#ive literally just kind of. dissociated for pretty much the whole last couple of days #had a Panic Attack in a crowded public bathroom bc some child somehow managed to unlock my fucking stall and uh yeah #other than that? mostly just dissociation and crying every single time im alone #:))))))#yknow inside out? how All her Core Memories or w/e were based around like the one town and then they moved and like #Suddenly Theyre All Fucken Tainted(tm)#WELL #guess whose fuckin personality islands are falling apart as we speak because their 15yo self decided #to put all their recovery eggs into ONE band basket #(thats not entirely true but like. /many/ recovery eggs.)#(this metaphor is falling apart.)#but like idk i was finally starting to like. feel /ok/ and stuff and like yeah i hate myself thats never gonna change but like #i hated myself i didnt hate /the world around me/ i didnt hate /life/ and maybe hates a strong word but like #suddenly my whole world is tinged with fucking sadness and /anger/ and thats the one i feel guilty for is how fucking ANGRY i am #anyway i cant tell if i hate being sad or being Completely Emotionless more -- think its the second option if im totally honest with you bu #basically i hate them both and id like to not have them thanks.#:)))))))))#its like 1am and im gonna try to get some sleep but yeah im. Not Feeling Good Yall.

1 note · View note

kookminficrecs · 4 years ago

Text

lost fic post #5

1. Hii, i really hope you can help me with this fic? I dont remember much but Jungkook is a cop and Jimin is someone that caused an accident in the past and someone died? Thats,why he gets harrased by some guys from the town both live in. Uh i remember at first Jungkook didnt believe Jimin that much? Please tell me you know it~anon

answered: A quiet within by Portent

2. hey kei, I was wondering if you know this fix where jungkook tests out this vibrator on jimin and he makes him go through every single level and ends up fucking him with it inside?~anon

3. Hi do you know a fic in which jm and tae are in college and jm needs money so tae offers to set him a paid one night stand and it turns out to be jk, but jm gets a panic attack when they meet? Thanks~anon

answered: sweet lips and candy hips by bangtanslut

4. Hi sweetie! I remember reading a book where jungkook's job was to make people "break up" or something like that and tae asked him to try and see if jimin's fiance is a cheater or not. Anyways, he starts falling for jimin when he was supposed to make his fiance fall inlove with him.... I really can't remember but do you know the book? Have a lovely day.. oh and the first time he saw jimin was at a restaurant where he and tae were spying at jimin and his fiance.~anon

answered: Heartwrecker by yuuami

5. hihi, dont know if you read kook x everyone but i thought id shoot my shot. i read a fic a long time ago and it was about how kook knows ot6 are in a relationship and constantly feels left out and at one point they go to the studio together but they all leave wo him and he cries and when he gets back he yells at them and jimin is crying and ot6 try to make it up to him nd stuff. any ideas on what it could be?~anon

hey guys! If you know any of these fics, please use the number in your response! thank you💕

#jikook #kookmin #answered #lost fic

27 notes · View notes

officerrxyes-inactive · 4 years ago

Text

I Hope It Gets a Whole Lot Better

(read on ao3)

Summary: After a particularly bad shift, TK turns to alcohol to cope with his mistakes.

CW: Alcohol relapse, beginnings of a panic attack

Inspired by @theworld-is-out-there prompt, “TK, “Can you come get me?””

Beta-edited by @terramous 💗

Title from “Mansion Door” by Shakey Graves

TK isn’t sure how he got here.

When he first showed up at the bar, he thought he might try and pick a fight, even though he promised Carlos that wouldn’t happen again. Instead he ended up taking a seat at the bar and ordering a drink out of habit. A habit that he thought he had broken years ago.

It’s been ten minutes since the bartender brought over his drink. She’s been giving him glances every once in a while but he barely notices. He just keeps staring at the glass, getting lost in the dark brown liquid of his rum and coke.

He messed up today on shift. Badly. He tries to stop playing out the details in his mind but images are burned in his brain and the words spoken by his dad continue to echo in his ears. How did this happen? What were you thinking? I expected more from you.

He disappointed his dad. Again. No matter how hard he works at gaining his trust back, TK always finds a way to screw it up.

He thought he was in a good place. He really did. He was given a fresh start in Austin with a new fire house and a new team. He has an incredible boyfriend. It even seemed like his dad would be ready to let him move out soon and be on his own again. Well that wouldn’t be happening now.

It scares him just how little it took to push him off the edge. Except he’s not off the edge. Not yet anyway. He’s just standing there, ready to fall at any second. He could also just as easily step back and walk out of the bar.

But he’s already here and he already ordered the drink. It’s right there, staring back at him. He’s already screwed up once today. He already failed once today. Why not go all the way?

Without giving it another thought, he extends his hand out, clenching the glass and tips it back, letting the familiar sting run down the back of his throat.

Placing the glass back down on the bar counter, he lets the drink run through his system, immediately feeling the effects. The recognizable sensation of alcohol coursing through his veins and the buzzing that starts up in his head puts his formerly loud thoughts at ease. For the first time in a long time, he feels alive.

Wanting to hold onto the feeling a little longer, he signals to the bartender to order another drink. This time when she places the glass in front of him, he doesn’t hesitate. He wastes no time tipping the glass back and drinking it all nearly in one shot.

Then he orders another. And another.

By the time TK is halfway done his fourth drink, the guilt starts to wash over him. He can feel his thoughts spiraling and the good feeling he had after that first taste disappears.

His hands start to shake and he notices himself start to hyperventilate.

He screwed up.

Again.

Suddenly feeling suffocated by the busy bar around him, he leaves the cash he has on him with his unfinished drink and hurries out into the cool nighttime.

Pulling out his phone, his first thought is to call his sponsor. As soon as he had arrived in Austin, one of his first priorities was finding someone he could relate to and he was lucky enough to meet Elliot in his AA group. He knows Elliot would not be upset and he could help him work through his emotions. However, TK isn’t quite sure if he’s ready to face the consequences of starting his sobriety over yet.

He knows he can’t call his dad. Not yet. He also knows that he will have to come clean to him about everything soon. For now though, TK can’t bear the thought of having disappointed him twice in one day.

After ruling out Elliot and his dad, TK calls the only other person he trusts.

It rings a few times before the person picks up, “Reyes”

Instead of responding, TK tries to muffle the sob that escapes from his mouth upon hearing his boyfriend’s voice. He knows Carlos is home. They were supposed to get together tonight but TK had told him that he had a rough shift and that they would reschedule.

“TK? Is everything okay?”

Carlos must have looked at the caller ID. If he hangs up now, the other man would definitely keep calling him back. Or worse, he would show up at his house, alerting his dad to the fact that something was wrong.

“Can you come pick me up?” He manages to get out in a shaky voice.

“Where are you? What happened?”

TK manages to get out the name and address of the bar he had stumbled upon and after Carlos reassures him that he will be there in ten minutes, TK hangs up and lets the tears he was holding back fall.

~~~

True to his word, Carlos pulls up in his blue Camaro less than ten minutes later, giving TK enough time to at least attempt to pull himself together.

He wastes no time hopping out of his car and making a bee-line over to TK. “Hey tiger, what’s going on?” He says, trying to mask the concern in his voice but TK notices anyway.

“I- uh,” TK stammers, unable to get the words out.

“You drank, didn’t you?”

TK nods, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

“Okay,” Carlos says, wrapping his arm around TK and guiding him to the passenger side of the car.

The ride is silent at first with neither of them sure what to say. Carlos is focused on the road ahead while TK stares out the window.

“Did you call your sponsor?” Carlos asks, breaking the silence.

TK looks over to him before answering him with a small, “no.”

“Your dad?”

“No,” TK sighs, “can we go to your place though? I will tell him. And I will call my sponsor. Just, just not yet. Okay?”

“TK, I really think I should just take you home…”

“Please, Carlos.”

With TK looking at him with those adorable green eyes, who is he to say no to that?

“Okay, but you have to call your dad tomorrow morning.”

“That’s fine.”

They return to silence for the rest of the ride until they pull into Carlos’ driveway. Shutting off the engine, neither one of them makes a move to get out of the car.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well something obviously happened.” Of course Carlos wouldn’t let him get off this easy.

“I just had a bad shift. That’s all.”

“Bad enough to make you want to drink?”

“I..” TK takes a deep breath before continuing, “I messed up.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything. He just looks at the other man, waiting for him to keep going in his own time.

“We responded to a car accident today. A woman was trapped inside a car that had flipped. She was pinned in and I thought that leaving her in any longer would be more harmful than if we took the time to get her out,” he stops, trying to find the right words. “My dad ordered us to get the airbags and the jaws. I insisted that we couldn’t waste any time..”

Sensing that he was about to start crying, Carlos places his hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb while he patiently waits for TK to continue.

“I disobeyed the order, Carlos. I pulled her out anyway.”

His breath hitches as Carlos gives him a sympathetic look. “Is she okay?”

TK just shakes his head, unable to say anything more. Carlos leans over and pulls him into a hug, letting him sob into his shoulder.

“I can’t keep letting my dad down,” TK admits when they break from their embrace. “I didn’t mean to turn to substances as a way to cope with it but it just happened. I messed up.”

“I know, baby,” Carlos replies. “The important thing is that you admitted your mistakes. And you will get better, I know you will. And I will be here for you every step of the way. I’m not going anywhere.”

TK leans over, resting his head on Carlos’ shoulder. They would be okay. He would be okay.

#911 lone star #tk strand #911 lone star fic #mycontent #my fic #i can't stop whumping tk #i think we're due for some carlos whump though #hmm wonder what my next fic will be about...#sorry for the delay in posting lmao #i posted on archive and then had to eat dinner and didn't have time to edit this draft #oops #better late than never right?

12 notes · View notes

snow-pitch-grimm · 5 years ago

Text

Please Love Me, Father

Summary: Baz and Malcolm have a talk then Mordelia and Malcolm also have a talk.

Note: So this is for the Parental Figure Prompt. And I know it’s very late. I have three exams this week and after those are over I'm going to do my best to catch up with the countdown.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

XXX

BAZ

I will go in there. I will speak to Father. We will have a rational conversation.

I will not get angry. I will calmly get my point across. I will not get upset if the conversation doesn't go my way.

I will not cry.

I knock on the door of my Father's study.

"Come in,"

I go in and close the door behind me. As expected, my father is sitting at his desk, going through some papers.

There's a stack in front of him and I wonder if this is a bad time. But then I shake my head. My father's never turned away a conversation with me before. He's probably not going to do it now. My brain's just trying to come up with excuses.

He tilts his head to the side when he notices me. The twins get that from him.

"Basilton? What can I do for you?" he says putting aside his papers and lacing his hands together.

"I wanted to talk to you," I say as I sit in the chair in front of him.

"Talk away," he says, waving his hands a little

"Well-I uh I think I told you that I've been going to therapy," I say, "With Simon. And alone. Sometimes alone and sometimes with Simon,"

"You mentioned it, yes," he says and I can see him straightening a little, putting on his 'difficult conversation' face.

"At my last session, we talked about you,"

"Me?" he says, looking a little curious.

That's good. Curious is good.

"We, well- there's a lot of things we don't really talk about. And as much as I'd like to blame you it's my fault too. I never start those conversations. I always gloss over the topics. Too uncomfortable with the potential consequences,"

He watches me silently and when he doesn't say anything for a few minutes, I continue.

"We don't really talk about my vampirism and we don't talk about me being gay,"

It's almost like a curtain being shut. His face, open and curious before, suddenly goes a little dark.

"That face," I tell him quietly, "That face right there is the one you make whenever I bring it up and then I change the subject to books or to school or friends,"

"There's is no face, Basilton," said my father, "And-"

"But there is a face!" I say and now I'm standing up and moving behind the chair. I just can't sit anymore.

"I hate that I feel like I can't talk about these things with you,"

"I just don't understand what exactly there is to talk about," says my father and now he's standing too, coming to lean in front of the desk, "Simon comes with you whenever you visit and as for your vampirism-"

"Because I don't feel like you love me!" I yell

There's a deafening silence in the room. My father's staring at me like I've grown a second head and I have to shove my hands in my pockets to keep them from shaking.

"What?" he says softly still standing at the front of his desk.

"You heard me," I mutter, looking at my feet

"What-Baz- of course, I love you-" he says and now he's moving toward me, hand outstretched

"But not all of me!" I shout, my anger and hurt all exploding at once, making my father flinch back, "You don't love all of me. You love me despite my being gay. You love me despite my vampirism. And I hate that. I hate that there are parts of me that you can't find it in yourself to love! And Merlin above, it hurts,"

"Baz," my father whispers softly and helplessly

"I need you to love me, Father. I need you to love all of me, the way I am. Otherwise-god do you have any idea how painful it is? Knowing that you might hate parts of me. It keeps me awake at night, it colours every part of my day,"

The pep talk I gave to myself has gone out of the window. I'm yelling, I'm upset and I'm definitely crying.

"I need to know you can love me, all of me, Father please,"

My father looks at me, shakes his head and it feels like my whole world is crumbling. There's a tightening in my chest and I can hear a low whine through the ringing in my ears.

It takes me a few moments to realize that it's me.

Malcolm

In hindsight, shaking my head right after my son asks me to love him is probably not a good idea.

No shit, Sherlock.

That sounds oddly like Fiona.

As Basilton's face pales and he makes a choked sound, I step forward and cruse my habit of shaking my head.

"Basilton," I say softly when I'm within arms reach, "I'm going to touch you, okay?"

His eyes are glassy and I honestly don't think he can hear me. There are soft whimpers coming from him and he's shaking badly.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders and barely catch him as his legs give out. I lower him to the floor and tuck him close, the way I remember my brother doing for me after Natasha died.

"Hey, Baz," I say, trying to sound soothing, "I lovey you, okay? I love you so much. I love you. I love you,"

I keep saying it until his breathing calms down and his hands in my shirt loosen a little. There are still tears running down his cheeks, though, and looks moments away from panicking again.

I need to fix this.

I will fix this. No matter what it takes. I will fix this.

BAZ

My father gently shushes me until I can breathe normally again.

It's a little odd to be hugged by him, we haven't done anything like that since before I reached his shoulders. But right now, his arms feel nice and it's so good to just lean on his shoulder.

Even if he doesn't love him completely.

And that makes the panic rise again.

"Hey, Baz," says my father, cutting through the chaos in my head, "Let's get you on the sofa,"

He leads me to the sofa at the back of the room. I expect him to let me go once we sit down but he surprises me by pulling him against his side and gently tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I really don't care that you're gay. I really don't. I was worried. I worried about how the rest of the coven would treat you. They all have some old fashioned ideas but I don't care about that anymore either. I love you and I know that you can take care of yourself,"

I nod against his shoulder.

"As for you being a vampire," he heaves a sigh and I feel myself tensing again.

"Shush," he says softly, "Look, Baz. I won't lie. Ever since a young age, we were taught to see vampires as, for lack of better words, bad,"

I nod again. I can't bring myself to say anything. Is this the part where he tells me he thinks vampires are monsters?

My father continues, "But ever since I realized that you had turned I've been trying to change my view and Baz, I will keep trying because you are my son and I do love you. All of you, even the part that drinks blood,"

I'm so stunned that I can't speak. My throat is closing up and I feel tears gathering in my eyes again.

This is more then I had expected.

My father pulls me close again, running a soothing hand through my hair.

"I'm sp sorry, Baz," he says softly, "I'm sorry I didn't realize how much you needed to hear this,"

I nod again and he hugs me. It feels really nice. Warm and safe.

I like it.

We stay like that for a long time, I curled into his side, him gently rubbing my arm.

"I wanted to die," I finally whisper

"What?" asks my father, sounding half shocked and half scared

"That Christmas during my eighth year, I actually tried to act on it. Simon stopped me,"

"Baz, why?"

"Because I thought it would be better, easier for everybody. I thought that was how it was supposed to be. Mum killed herself when she realized she had been turned,"

I'm crying again, this time with loud sobs racking my body. Once again, my father lets me press my face into his shoulder and cry, running his fingers through my hair.

"Baz. When they told me your mum had died, I felt like my world was crumbling around me," his voice soft and when I look up his eyes are distant like he's lost in a memory.

"But then when they told me that you might die too," And now he's looking at me and there are tears in his eyes too, "When they told me I might lose you too, I thought I was going to die. There were so many nights when I just wanted to give up but then I remembered that there was a little boy in the next room who still needed me,"

We're both crying now, "And now I realize that I haven't done a great job being there. And from now that will change, okay? I will do whatever it takes to fix this. To make you realize how much you are loved, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper into his shoulder.

"You, know," he says, and there is some hesitation there, "If you wanted, I could come to therapy with you. A few times. But only if you think it would help,"

At the number of shocks I'm getting today, I might just have a heart attack.

"You would do that?" I ask

"For you, yes," he says and I throw myself against him, another wave of tears making me shudder

"Thank you," I whisper

"You don't have to thank me. I'm your Father, Basilton," he says, "It's my job to take care of you. And I hate that I've been lacking,"

We sit together for a while after that. My Father's arms around me are solid and eventually, I stop watching the time and just enjoy feeling the lightest I have felt in a long time.

The quiet is interrupted a little while later when my phone goes off.

My heart skips a beat when I see the caller ID. It's Simon.

"Simon?" asks my father, probably going off of the dopey look on my face.

"I can step out if you want to answer," he says, making to get up

"No, it's fine," I say, twisting my fingers into his sleeve. I'm not ready to let go yet.

He nods and sits back down.

"Hello, Snow," I say

"Hi!" he says, "How are you? Did you talk to your dad yet?"

"I'm well and yes I did,"

"Really? How'd it go?"

"It was good," I say, glancing sideways at my father

"He's still there isn't he?"

"Yup,"

"Text?"

"Okay."

I turn the phone off and my phone instantly pings and I look up at my father. He's pointedly looking at the window, away from my phone.

'Hey, how'd it go?'

It was good. He told me he loved me.

'That's great Baz. Did you clear everything you wanted to clear?'

Yeah

He said he'd go to therapy with me if I wanted.

'Wow! That's great! Do you think you'll take him up on the offer,'

I don't know. But he offered, you know?

'That's amazing, Baz. I'm so happy for you,'

Me too

We text for a little longer until Vera calls us for dinner. It will only be us tonight. Daphne and my siblings are having dinner with her parents.

"So, how's Simon?" asks my father

And this time I know it isn't just polite conversation so I answer the way I've always wanted to.

I tell him about how happy he makes me, how we're both adjusting and on our way to thriving. I talk to him about Simon's new job and my school and how Simon's started classes again. And how we now have a favourite cafe where we go for dates.

It's fun and it's nice.

MALCOLM

Daphne and the children come home late. She takes one look at Baz and me and gets a certain look on her eyes. The look that says she knows something happened but she's going to wait to ask and prod gently.

Bless that woman.

She tells us both good night and takes the children upstairs. Usually, I would go with her but today I stay with Baz.

Later, I say goodnight to him and head to bed. As I pass Mordelia's room, I see the light is still on.

I peek inside. She's flipping through one of the books Basilton brought her.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, young lady?"

She looks up from her book and smiles, "Hello Father. I was just reading a book. Want to see?"

"Why not?" I say and go to sit by her

As I listen to her explain the story, I can't help but remember a time where Basilton and I were that close too. When he would look at me with bright eyes and an open face.

I had ruined that.

Would I ruin it with my other children too?

"Father, are you okay?"

I looked down to see my daughter looking at with eyes filled with concern.

I smiled at her, "Of course, darling. I'm alright,"

Her brows furrowed, "Does it have to do with, Baz?"

I was a little surprised but then it made sense she would notice some things. The twins were only eight and while they too picked up on tension, they swept it away as normal 'adult problems'. Mordelia was older, though, she noticed things and keeping things from her probably wouldn't be a good idea.

"Yes, darling. Your brother and I had a bit of a talk today and we figured some things out,"

"Is Baz mad at you?"

"I wouldn't say he's mad darling, but he is hurt,"

"You hurt him," she says and she's looking at me with all the trust a young child can muster. It makes my heartache.

"Unfortunately, yes. I didn't mean to but sometimes adults make mistakes. Big mistakes and the consequences hurt others, sometimes even the people they love,"

"But you're fixing it, right?"

"Yes," I assure her, "I'm going to do my best to fix it,"

"Good," she says

There's a lull in our conversation and I consider the pros and cons of continuing the conversation.

In the end, I decide to say something.

"Mordelia,"

"Yes?"

"I want you to promise me something?"

"What is it," she asks

"As I said, adults can sometimes hurt other people's feelings and sometimes these other people are their own children. If I say something or do something that hurts your feelings I want you to come to me and tell me and I promise I will listen,"

She looks thoughtful for a few moments and then nods, "Okay, Father,"

"Good girl," I say, smoothing her hair down.

"Hug?" she asks, opening her arms a little

I smile and lean forward to take her in my arms.

"Alright," I say once she pulls away, "Why don't you finish the rest of the book tomorrow. I think it's time you went to sleep,"

She smiles and lays down. I take the covers and tuck her in, leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Good night Darling,"

"Good night Father,"

I turn off the light and click the door shut behind me.

Daphne still dressed, is waiting for me at the small table in our room.

"Good?" she asks handing me a glass of water.

"Good," I say.

"Tell me," she says

So I do.

#coc 2019 #carry on countdown #carry on fanfic #simon snow #snowbaz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #malcolm grimm #mordelia grimm #family feels #family #parent-child relationship #i know this is late

52 notes · View notes