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onebadwinter · 4 years

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*(V1, Undeviating)After some years his lifeless corpse was eventually found frozen in ice like Steve had been, with his left arm severed however, and more than likely having not been frozen and rotting away. God knows what else could have happened to it. However, he was brought back to life by Soviet Scientists and had suffered from brain damages as well as amnesia, from being blown up for the most part. And probably from being dead, for...who knows how fucking long. Long enough. The years that followed had him being frozen and unfrozen for missions, repeatedly. However he did manage to meet and befriend Natasha (Black Widow), before again being frozen another time. Also during these years he killed a hell of a lot of people and caused a lot of mediocre problems he would later come to feel extremely guilty about. Eventually he would also have a mental breakdown and abandon Hydra for a time while he tried to sort out his 'problems'. In this time he managed to run into Steve once again, who triggered his memories and the years of guilt for all the pain and suffering he had caused as the Winter Soldier, for years to come.

It can also be said that his 'youthful appearance' isn't because of any serum, but being frozen. Also probably because he's a little bit of an alien, shh. Anyway, Bucky had also been suffering from being tortured, prior to dying from the explosion and for many years after. Which he spent a lot of his time wrapped up in because of sever PTSD. He had basically been an empty slate throughout most of his years as the Winter Soldier, and being used to train other Russian experiments for Department X's Red Room and otherwise. He had begun to crack and his programming had started to become weak to his 'waking up'. This lead to him often disobeying his orders, especially while he visited the United States, which often triggered memories for him in his youth. Spotting this the Russian's put him in cryo-sleep once again, just before the Soviet Union had begun to fall apart. Only to be unthawed years later by the prodigy of Karpov, the original man who revived him. The prodigies name being Aleksander Lukin and had ordered James to kill the Red Skull. This lead to James killing hundreds of people in Philadelphia, which had powered up the Cosmic Cube.

This also lead to James kidnapping Sharon Carter who recognized him as Bucky, at least she had thought. She then, once rescued, would bring it up to Steve who would want to see for himself if the mass murderer had really been his best friend. This let to a confrontation between the two of them finally after so many years. During their fight, James could not recall who Steve was. That was until Steve had gotten a hand on the Cosmic Cube and forced James to remember his entire life, with it, the good and the bad. Thus triggering the years of guilt and pain for all the wrong he had done to others. Not long after this Barnes sought Nick Fury and asked for jobs from the other, the other doing so and having James work on different threats against the super heroes who were gearing up for the Civil War. Which James had spent most of this event hiding away in the background. As he was still doing missions for Fury. Though James soon grew wise to the situations seriousness. Only for Steve to surrender against the Registration. James had been close by as Steve was taken into the courthouse for his trial, after having opposed the Registration.

James however could not have foreseen what was to happen next, as before Steve could even make it into the court, Red Skull's plans had taken their affect. Crossbones assassinated Steve, along with Sharon who was being controlled by the doctor, Faustus. James and Sam had quickly taken out Crossbones before letting the entire moment finally settle in him. When it did, a he had found himself mourning in isolation over his lost brother. This, on top of still being ostracized from the public had been quite a blow to his emotions at the time. Having still not fully gotten over everything else he had come to do since dying the first time. James however did not bother with staying in this state of mind for long. As he had been out, continuing to take missions and try and stop Lukin. This however had come with him finding out that Lukin was being controlled by Red Skull. It is during these days that James comes to realize his programming involved secret codes. Like the ones that could knock him unconscious when uttered. When Lukin used them on James, he was taken by Faustus who had tried using brain bending mad science on James.

It didn't work all that well however, and this lead to Agent 13 tossing James out of a fucking plane! YEET! After this James returned back to America, I assume. And had started to trusting Tony Stark, who was then the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. After some time James decides he's just going to hope onto a Helicarrier and steal Captain America's Shield, as one does, you know. Because that's sane. But it's for a good reason, he didn't believe that Tony was going to pour one out for the homies and was going to disrespect Steve's honor. You know. That was until Tony was like " hey, moron! Here's a letter." And so he was suggested by Steve personally to become the next Captain America. Which of course made the entire incident embarrassing for practically everyone involved. Especially James who was quite embarrassed about his acting like a fucking wild man over this misunderstanding...of course. *Squints at Tony, still* ANYWAY, so James ends up becoming the next Captain America and is doing that for some time. Also now doing the hero thing like all the other cool kids were doing. At first it's quite uncomfortable to him.

But as time goes on and he completes more missions, the people have begun to accept and love him. Which he also begins to accept himself in this transitional stage of his life. Being praised and adorned with the affection he had always wanted, and finally accomplishing being the Hero he had dreamed of being in his youth. James starts opening up a little more and becoming more like his old self once again. It is also during these days that he is deprogrammed, at the behest of Tony of course. It was also during these days that James had dealt with a virus destroying half of the earths population because a man had used the original Human Torches body to create it, you know, as one does. He fights against Red Skulls Machinations and eventually learns about Steve being stuck in a time loop from Sharon, and then Red Skull had managed to bring Steve back, unsticking him from this time loop, or whatever in the fuck. It is during this time that James decides to fight Red Skull, in Steve's body. Because why the hell woouldn't he do that. He's..not very smart. So anyway, super tough man over here just decides to fight a fucking god for literally shits and giggles.

He's got a good heart, this is clear. James what one could call the 'mother goose' of friends. Always worrying about and taking care of others. He's the protector. So James tries his best to try and save Steve, even then. This fight had gone on long enough for Steve to begin regaining control over his body. Bucky however sustained a great deal of damage during the fight, having his left hand severed from his arm and being shot in the back, between his shoulders. After the battle with Red Skull and the danger that James was under from it, Steve began to worry that retaining the Captain America title could ultimately lead to James being killed. However James continued being Captain America for a while after, spending the next fight, fighting alongside Steve as they had in the early days of their heroics. Fighting then with the Dark Avengers and Thunderbolts and attempting to stop Norman Osborn's seige. Afterword, Steve had returned the shield to James before moving on. Even after this time James was offered to team up with others. Though had not exactly thought he was 'teamwork' material. But did serve alongside the Avengers from time to time, to help the after affects of Red Skull.

After James killed an imposter he began to act a bit more suicidal over time. Which lead to concerns from Steve and Sam. During this time Helmut Zemo had taken advantage of James' suddenly deteriorating state of self preservation, putting a plan of his into action. Which lead to James being lured into a trap set by Zemo. Once he got James to where he had wanted, Zemo proceeded to taunt James about basically being in Captain America's shadow. Then Zemo goes on to tell Bucky that he should make his own name as a hero, instead of Captain Americas. With this, he released evidence of James' Past as the Winter Solder to media. Following this incident and getting free of Zemo, James decides to turn himself. During the trial, a few nonentity villains threaten to harm James' friends, those being Sam and Natasha. Which, being the protector that he is, James threw out any suggestion to ignore this and ran to help out his friends. Only to turn himself in again afterward. Pleading guilty and being sentenced then to twenty years in prison, which was commuted to time served. As they had wanted to keep him from going to prison.

This however did not turn out the way the United States had planned as Russia tried him and found James guilty for his crimes, extraditing him back to the country and sending him to a Siberian prison. While there James was subjected to more harsh realities. He struggled greatly to survive under other prisoners hatred toward him, who had held grudges against him for his days as the Winter Soldier. While James was there Steve tried to get him released in a diplomatic way. But on the other side, Natasha and Sharon were planning to break him out of the prison. First, gathering information on the 'innocent' people James was accused of murdering as the Winter Solder. The two found that these citizen has been working for Department X and the Red Room. During all of this James had decided to break himself out of the prison. At conveniently the same time Natasha showed up to do the same. The two then escaped, with Bucky coming to the realization that he had needed to dispatch the agents he helped to create. However some other shit goes down and James has to help the earth stop being a mess, again.

It was during this latest battle for earth that James was again injured, and dying, more or less. This had pushed Steve, who was doing who fucking knows what at this time, back to being Captain America. As well as allow James to restart his own life. While still dead, not dead, but heavily injured, he is given the last vial of Infinity Formula which revives him once more. It is after this that James take on his restored role, working from the shadows to complete his personal mission to you know, kill the sleeper agents, and whatever. Taking Natasha with him the pair go and do that. Fighting all kinds of villains, James even teamed up with Hawkeye for a few moments of 'I'm just resting my eyes' time. Where the last sleeper agent, who went by the name Leo managed to brain wash Natasha because how else is he going to team up with Hawkeye, Captain America and Wolverine(MY BOI!!) otherwise, you know. In the end they managed to get her back, mostly. All her memories of James had been utterly and entirely erased from existence. Because FUCK YOU, that's why. You wanted a WinterWidow?! Fuck you! You better work!

One thing then lead to the next and now James is in space, and shit. Doing whatever one does in space. Jump around and talk about how gravity is fake, I guess. There they get into yet another fight because someone has murdered Watcher. I wonder who it could have been, Nick. I wonder who it could have fucking been...So James then comes to another realization, because he loves those. Attacking Nick and telling the other their will be no more secrets since Nick was being a very devious little shit head. Being as he's the one that murdered The Watcher as well as was doing some dark shit behind the scenes that the heroes weren't aware of to 'protect earth' he says. James has had enough of Nick's shit. After this Nick becomes the new Watcher to replace the murdered on, and passes on his secret defender responsibility to James. Because okay.

After this James runs into and gets into some trouble with Daisy Johnson and then falls in love before going to an alternate universe where Loki is being a little bit of a shit. Steve has also returned to being Captain America at this time and lost his super soldier serum granted youth, because the writers were high on some SHIT, I guess. Steve then passed the title once more onto Sam Wilson, before rejoining S.H.I.E.L.D. Some more shit happens but our boi James here ain't really doing nothing because he's off being a fucking rabbit, I bet you. I bet you!

Apparently some more fucked up shit happens with Maria Hill, the Cosmic Cube that's now sentient and called Kobik, now. Whose going around rewriting Villain Backstories and giving them new lives because sure, why not. Why the fuck not.... Which leaves Steve pretty god damn confused when James shows up being all Winter Soldier on S.H.I.E.L.D's asses. Though when James had then revealed Maria didn't destroy the Cosmic Cube shards it became clear to Steve what was going on. Then all the bad guys just brain out of jail, because of course. That's what has to happen, guys, come on! James then works with Sam to go find Kobik who has FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, restored Steve to his 'proper age and implanted him with Hydra memories. Okay? You get all of that? Okay. MOVING ON!

Anyway James then decides to help Kobiks and...This plot couldn't be more drawn out, I swear. *Yawns* Kobiks' then also brings her friends,...whatever...this leads to the mall being a Band of 'Shield up' around the earth, to watch out for outside high level threats to earth? I don't know. Honestly. But that's what's going on here. Unknown to Bucky however that Kobik's has rewritten Steve's mind until far too late Steve comes to somehow take control over the entire fucking country, turning it into his Secret Hydra Empire. This fffucker. AAAH! Anyway, so Steve, does that and Zemo's then trying to kill James, in the exact same way as his father did, Pappa Baron Zemo *Kisses middle finger and flips it up to the air.* Bless him. By, guess what, trying to blow James up with another god damn plane. However this time James manages to escape and hella not die. Splashing successfully into the water, this time. Splish Splash, you're not going to freeze your ass, James. HE SURVIVED! *Throws confetti* Yay. Thanks to Namors people that is. You know, Fishy people, the fishes, he slept with the fishes...heh. Heheh.

During his time with the fishes...James...becomes a...royal adviser...Hold, the fuck, up....What?! WHAT?! Am I reading this right-Erm..I mean. Yeah. He becomes a merman, of course. You know, it just be like that. This gave James the time to come up with a new strategy. Maybe he becomes Aquaman and calls a massive tidal wave and washes all of Steve Rogers and his fucking bullshit away....Right? Right?! Probablywouldhavebeenabetterplotatthispointtobehonest. So Hydra Captain America is tralalalaing along, as evil people tend to do when they are unchallenged by anyone.

Since Steve is a literal fucking god reborn, ain't no one dumb enough to stand up to- James comes in with his new plan, dragging Sam and Scott Lang into the mess and is like " Hey Steve, catch this shard, bitch!" And stabs a shard of the Kobik into Steve's body. Then he jumped a newly reformed Cosmic Cube saving Kobik herself as well as his old friend and escaped with them. Apparently while James was away being a merman and coming up with a plan to defeat Steve, Steve straight up just fucking murdered Natasha in front of everyone in the entire world, guys! But don't worry, she's back now. Kobik made it aall better.

*(V1, Undeviating End)In the present day James often teams up with Hawkeye as they both try to find out what has happened to Natasha, and when finding her wonders how much of her former life she had remembered. That concludes this portion of Bucky's life from the beginning until now. It was a crazy journey but it's over now and it can't hurt you any more. *Points accusedly at Steve* Take that...fucker out of my sights! ...pfft. Anyway, for real, it's over. Now a days James is doing Winter Soldier shit and being a mysterious man of Shadows. But I don't know, I might want him to be evil,...for...ev...er.

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dorklyevil · 6 years

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Bad decisions

Part two of Not Yours and shit comes down here lol (i did this and the other fic yesterday but i’m only posting it today lol and this one has artworks!)

Ships: Doofus Erica/Evil Rick, Doofus Erica/Eyepatch Rick

3k+ words - sfw - F/M - Sad romance, complicated feelings, a lot more of bad decisions, alcoholism, light harassment and suicidal tendencies

It's been months since the little issue between him and 7-b happened, and he grew increasingly agitated and drunk, which affected his work performance, Scarlip had enough of it.

On their way back to their little hide out, after a pretty much messed up mission, he scoffed a remark at Eyepatch.

"Monsieur." His tone clearly irritated, he ran his hand through his hair, attempting to straight it out, "What-What's wrong with you? It's pissing me off that you're being more of a fuck up than usual." He scoffed and Eyepatch seemed to pay him little attention, and it pissed him off more, grabbing him by the arm, he glared, "Don't start that attitude with me, Connard. You're ruining our reputation as excellent hitmen! What-What the hell is even up with you!?" That earned him a glare from the Brit, wrenching his arm away from the Frenchman's grip, he seethed at him,

"None of your bloody business." He spat, and Scarlip rolled his eyes, "Uh, I think it is because, hmm how do I say this, you're ruining our work!" He growled.

Patch just waved a hand over his face, dismissing him, "I don't want to talk about it. Besides, it was your fault this mission failed because the bloody cops saw you." He taunts and Scarlip fumed, squaring up at Eyepatch who seemed unphased, "-That's because YOU didn't hear our signal! For fuck’s sake, it's getting tiring doing ALL of the work for you. It's as if I brought a long a kid with training wheels when he can't even do an escape correctly!" He said through barred teeth, and the Brit didn't care, he had little to no care when it came to their work, he was distracted, and it seemed to not bother him anymore.

Scar took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, "As much as I love seeing you miserable, Monsieur. I can't, in good conscience, let you ruin our work. Is this about that Erica?" He huffed and Eyepatch shot him a bloody glare.

"Don't you dare start." He growled, attention full on him now.

The Frenchman raised a cocky brow, crossing his arms with a mocking smirk, "What? You didn't think I knew about your little date nights? You two seeing each other in that mediocre cafe? Seriously." He laughs, almost pitying the other, who seemed he'll lash out at him at any moment, "Why are you even getting worked up over some... Girl? That's the last thing we should be concerned about-" and at that moment, he saw stars when Eyepatch struck him with a powerful punch to the cheek, causing him to swing and fall to his side, he groaned and rests a hand on his abused cheek, spitting a bloodied spit, he chuckles darkly.

"Well, I didn't think that would be your weakness." He taunts again and Eyepatch towers over him, grabbing him by his collar and raising him so they're both at eye level, he threatened him,

"If I ever hear you bring this up again, I'll bloody murder you." He growled, and Scar just chuckled,

"Heh, I guess I'll have to try harder, then." He smirks, and Eyepatch hated it.

The two just stared at each other, one was fuming and the other was just loving it, he sets Scar down and straightened out his suit, fixing his tie and cast him a disgusted look, "You better watch your tone, Scar. Or you'll have more than just a scar running down your fuckin' face." Scarlip just shrugged and walked on, eventually the Brit followed behind him, the evening between them winded down, he thought, he hoped, but Scarlip didn't seem like he's gonna let him live it down.

"Look, monsieur. If I were you, why don't you just confront her again? Like a fuckin' Rick. You just don't seem like yourself these days, your mind fleeting to dangerous territory. Where-What even happened to that cold, heartless, precise Rick I worked for?" He raised a brow and Eyepatch internally groaned, as if it offended him, "Don't you already think it's dangerous territory talking to her again? And if that bloody Rick found out, it wouldn't just be a murder, you know. And unlike you- I actually respect her space." He commented and Scarlip just laughed,

"Well, doesn't that make it a lot more fun?" He purred, and Patch was regretting his decisions having to work with this guy, but something in him actually seemed to be taking the other man's advice, it disgusted him of himself.

"No, it doesn't. It's a clusterfuck of bad decisions."

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Eventually parting ways, he made his way back to his home, and the first person who greets him was his grandson, throwing both arms around him, happy and excited to see him again, he sags his shoulders, relaxing slightly,

"G-Grandpa Patchy! Welcome home-!" He nuzzled him and looked up happily, he chuckles softly and ran a gentle hand through the boy's curls, "Hey, chap." the young boy giggled, letting him go and steps back slightly, "I-I made us dinner! I hope you're hungry f-for some roasted chicken~" he then runs off to the kitchen, and the older man followed. He loved the little bugger, he was the last person who's keeping him sane from everything that has been happening lately, and seeing him just relaxes him again.

Dinner between the both of them was him eating quietly and Bucktooth telling him about his day, he saw a blue jay land on their window and he attempted to pet it but it flew away, he nodded while he ate, though his attention caught when the boy nudged his hand, "G-Grandpa, I've-- I've noticed you're not doing well... Are you okay?" His face turned to a frown and Eyepatch just sighed, "I'm alright, Chap. Just a tiring day from work, is all..." he lied, he was getting good at it but the boy knew better, moving to sit next to him, he sighs softly, "I-I know you're telling me that so-so I'll feel better... But I care a-about you, and seeing you so down makes me sad..."

He frowned, he didn't like it when Morty felt sad, and he feels worse that he's being a cause of it, instead he gently pats the other's head. "Grand-Grandpa's gonna be alright, yeah? He's just having a down day, you don't have to-"

"D-Do you love her, Grandpa Patchy?"

It stunned him, "W-What?"

"Y-You know, th-the Bucktooth Erica... Do you-Do you love her?" He asked with a questioning gaze, he felt flustered and embarrassed that his own grandson was giving him the talk. But instead he feels defeated, all these past few weeks of denial and resorting to destructive vices, came all washing down on him, he felt tired, useless and above all, humiliated.

"I... I do." He mumbles weakly and he saw Bucktooth scoot closer, "She-She makes you happy, doesn't she?" He asked and he nodded sadly, the boy smiled almost apologetically,

"Then h-her happiness must mean a lot to you as well, r--right...?" He asked again, and he couldn't look at the boy's face. "I-I..." he mutters but he stops when he felt Buck's hand rest over his, "If you really-really love her, you'd let her go... I bet she-she wants you to be happy as well."

Unaware, he felt a stray tear roll down his uncovered eye, and his patch felt damp, he was crying. Infront of his grandson, all the truths of disregarding his feelings, just numbing the stinging pain in his heart for ruining what they both had because of his stupid actions, and his grandson reminding him the very reason of his mental breakdown, it took a toll on him. Weakly, he raised a free hand to cover his eyes, he sobbed quielty and the boy cooed him,

"I-I know it hurts... N-Not being able to have what we want. But sometimes, t-things we want, pe-people we love, it's just not meant to be..." Buck said sadly, he comforted his grandpa, who seemed to be speechless and all he could do now was sob the month's worth of pain he intended to hide.

Both being torn with the right thing to do and what his heart was screaming what it wanted, he had to make the choice.

But he was a clusterfuck of bad decisions.

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A week later from him and Buck's talk, he felt he was doing better and Scarlip noticed that, he was slowly starting to be his old self again and gained him a praise from the Frenchman. But all of that ended when he was on his way home, and the memory he was literally trying his best to push away was infront of him, he saw her.

At that same cafe, same spot, same drink and reading her little handbook, the walls he built around his heart toppled down all over again, he watched her from outside and through the glass windows. She was beautiful, unaware, peaceful. And he was there, slowly crumbling from the last of his resolve, he wanted to go inside the cafe, sit with her, ask her about her day, tell her how amazing she was, but he was stunned in place. And maybe after a few minutes of standing there, staring at her like she was some ghost from the past, her eyes meet his, for the first time again in a long time. She looked shocked, he thought he might've scared her away but instead, the corners of her mouth tug to a small smile and she slowly raised her hand, waving at him. His heart swells by the little gesture, oh how he missed her polite little smile, he returned it. He smiled and waved, hoping the smile was enough to hide the pain he was in, only to be ruined once again when he saw someone approach her seat. The tall, handsome, mirror version of himself, walking to kiss her on the forehead, then her hand, he sat across her. And her attention was ripped away from Eyepatch then to her man.

He felt destroyed.

That man was the gruesome reminder that she didn't belong to him, and it slapped him hard on the face. Embarrassed as he realized he was gawking out there long enough, he walked away. Far away, he decided he didn't want to come home yet, he didn't want to be reminded again by his grandson that he can't have her, which in reality, would be a good thing. But God forbid him to have a peaceful night, so instead he walks to the nearest bar and drank his heart to a numbness. He honestly wished someone decided it was a goodnight for a mass murder because oh how he desperately wanted to be shot through the head. But life didn't work that way.

A regrettable amount of whiskey later, he dragged his feet along the sidewalk, swaying side to side, he laughed at himself for looking so pathetic, it wasn't rare for him to be this batshit drunk, but that comes with actions he wouldn't do if he was sober, he found himself standing infront of the apartment space, and gawked up at their window,

"F--EUGH-uck it---" he slurred drunkenly.

He reached in his pocket for the stolen portal gun he took on one of their missions, he shot a portal through the wall and stepped through it, stumbling inside said apartment room, causing enough noise to alarm someone to get up and check, the other side of his brain wished it was that Erick who was ready with a gun to shoot him, but to his luck, it was 7-b, who was stunned to see him laying down by their door, she quietly but hastily went over to him, kneeling and helping him stand, she spoke in a loud whisper,

"Oh-Oh my god, What are you doing inside-- What are you doing here, P-Patch!?" She whimpered and looked behind her, then back at Patch whose body seemed to sag against her like a sad sack of potatoes, he grips her nightdress,

"I--Eugh-- Wanted-- to see you..." he slurred, a sad attempt to sit up, 7-b just helped him, but she was nervous he can tell,

"Erick might wake up a-and find you-- You shouldn't be here!" She spoke a loud whisper again, and it seemed hopeless since Eyepatch's drunken state seemed to be opposing.

He reeked of alcohol and she could tell he was intentionally getting himself drunk, she scrambled to grab the portal gun on the side, jutting in random coordinates and opened up a new portal, intending to push him inside, the grip he had on her caused her to topple on the other side with him, and with a yelp, the portal closed in behind them, leaving the apartment room quiet once more.

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Good thing they were still within the Citadel, she groaned softly and looked around, they seemed to be on the south part, something or someone shifted below her, she swings her head back around and down only to see Patch was underneath her, slurring something she couldn't understand, but she sighs and just rests on top of him, her tears forming on the corners of her eyes once more,

"W-What are you... Why are you doing this...?" She sniffed and he attempted to look at her, gently raising his hand to tuck her hair back her ear,

"I--- I can't help--URP-- it... I had to see--you..." he croaked and she shook her head,

"You know that I can't-- We can't, and I thought we already d-decided on that?" She declared sadly and his mind didn't seem to register that properly.

She tried to protest but he had her in his grasp tightly, he pushed himself up so he's sat and she's just awkwardly sitting over his lap, she frowned but he spoke,

"I--I know I fucked up--- I really wanted to-EUGH- say i'm sorry... I'm really... s-sorry..." he muttered and she sighed, "W-Well this isn't really a better way to a-apologize, Patch... Please, if there's anything else you want to say, s-say it now. Erick will--or might wake up and if he realizes I'm not the-there he'll--!" Her little scolding was stopped when he crashed his lips regrettably against hers again, she shrieked under it. The previous kiss he gave her months ago was soft, unsure and restrained. Now it was demanding, dominating, hungry. She was toppled down on her back and he loomed above her, with her wrists pinned over her head, she desperately squirmed underneath him, but he was stronger.

Her legs kicked around desperately, hoping she could break away but he has had her pinned tightly to the grass, he kissed her hungrily and she cried underneath, pleading, scared. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, hazy eyes looming over her figure. Her face, flustered, drenched in tears and broken, she cried, "St-Stop-- Stop this Patch, you're hurting me!" She struggled from his grip and he growled lowly,

"I want-- you... and I don't---EUGH- I won't stop until I have you..." he slurred and started running down kisses on her neck, her skin shuddered and she continued to struggle until one of her hands broke free, effectively pushing him off of her and she scrambles back away from him and she pressed her back against the tree behind her, "S-Stay away from me!"

He slowly regained his balance and walked towards her, kneeling infront of her, attempting to reach her face until he felt a sting on his cheek, she slapped him hard, hard enough to have his face turned away from her, he froze in place as she continued to cry.

"I-I hate you..."

"I-I" he wasn't sure if the statement she said or the slap sobered him up, but he realized his actions a little too late, resting a hand over his cheek and he looked back at her. Her face was turned into an angry expression, brows furrowed and the tears continued to roll, never has he seen someone look at him so hatefully, so disgustedly, he tried his best to take it back,

"Bunny- I--" he started but was cut off again with another slap, a little gentler this time, "W-Why can't you just leave us alone! I-- I was happy... I'm already happy, w-why are you coming in on us like this-I--... We're getting married tomorrow... And t-this is how you greet me?" She spoke angrily but also sadly, and if that wasn't enough to break Patch, she continued.

"I'm marrying him. And I don't w-want to see you there, Patch." She demanded, and he felt the earth swallowed him.

He just stared at her, dumbfounded and heartbroken. What has he done? Were his demons that strong and got the best of him? He didn't know, all he knew was he fucked up thoroughly, and he just sat back there, pinching the bridge of his nose and his shoulders start to shake, he unabashedly cried. And this seemed to prick the pity in 7-b's heart, she slowly crawled over to him, with a soft, gentle sigh.

"...Patch. I'm sorry... I-I, you know that we can't do this." She reached to rest a hand on his shoulder, he sagged against her touch, allowing that atleast, she soothed him by giving gentle rubs on his back, shooshing him, "Patch, y-you're a great guy... I'm sure there's someone out there who'll appreciate that... I want you to be happy too, and if I'm causing you all this misery then I'm sorry..." she bit her lip, his arms loosely wrapping around her, not in an affectionate way, this time, it's as if to keep him from ending it all here and then.

"...Die." He muttered between his sobs, and it stunned her, scared. She swallowed, "W-What?"

"I just--... want to die."

She tensed and paled, she held him, and she didn't know what to do or say, she's afraid she'll just set him off more, but time was ticking, "I-N-No... don't say that, y-you don't deserve to die... We all make bad decisions, a-and suicide is one of them... th-think about what your grandson will feel... he'll be heartbroken." She reasoned and he just laughed weakly, she felt something cold brush her thigh, and she shivered, he spoke again.

"...Nothing matters." She heard a cock of a gun, and she bravely rests her hand over the nose of the gun, her hand being the only barrier from the gun and underneath his chin, she shook slightly and held him tighter,

"T-This isn't the answer..." she started to cry, she felt afraid, she didn't want to be a cause of someone's death, they just sat there. His life was on her hands and she didn't know what to do.

She slowly dragged her hand down and to his, lightly wrapping around the gun's handle, effectively distangling his fingers off the gun, letting it drop to the side, while she laces their fingers together. She closed her eyes, and spoke softly against his hair,

"Do you... Do you remember the time where, y-you and I were at the cafe? We talked for hours about life and other things? I loved it when I hear you laugh, and when you tell me stories about Morty, just seeing you so happy. I want that to happen again, I want you to feel genuinely happy... and if you die now, I'll never get to see that again." She spoke calmly and she felt the Brit rest against her, she's pretty much cradling him now, not pulling her hand away from his as an attempt for keeping his hand off the gun, she continued,

"We-We do bad things for the right reasons... but the pain isn't forever... Wh-When I first met Erick, he used to be so protective of himself, he said bad things to me, hurt me, even... But all because his past took such a toll on him, it traumatized him and I helped him through it all... I'm hoping that I could save you too, Patch. You deserve as much as we all do..."

He spoke finally, "You... You remind me so much of her..." She opened her eyes and looked down at him, "Wha-What...?"

"My Diane... you're so much like her..." he stared at nothing, but he continued, "She was... she was my eye donor, my beautiful wife. The day when I had an accident, she didn't hesitate to give up hers... and one day, life decided it was time to take her... When we had Beth, she... She couldn't take the delivery... and she died, along with our daughter... Every morning, when I get ready. I can see her eye, on me... looking at me... So I always... cover it up..." he spoke quielty, and 7-b sat there, stunned, "When Morty was assigned to me, I was floored on how much he resembled her, and then you came around... I guess I... I don't know..." he lightly grips her hand tighter, and he closed his eyes as he rests against her, "I guess I found a reason to believe the world isn't a bad place... but reality isn't always fair, it plays dirty as much as I take out lives due to my work..."

She frowns, now feeling bad about the tone she had with him earlier but he spoke once more, "It's crazy... isn't it? We're always chasing things that gives us inner peace, only to realize that peace requires sacrifices... Ahah... It-It should've been me... but life took both of them away." His voice held years of pain, and yet, she didn't know what to say, other than,

"I... I'm so sorry, Patch."

He shook his head, "No... I'm sorry, I should never had put this burden on your shoulders." Finally, he pulled away from her, and grabbed the discarded portal gun on the side, jutting the coordinates back to her apartment, he shot it to the tree,

"I wish you all the happiness, Bunny." He said with a smile, and lightly pushing her back, and he watched the portal closed in on him, he was left to sit there alone.

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She sat near their apartment door, stunned and surprised, she just listened to another person's life story, and she didn't got the chance to help. Standing up, she walks back to their room and she sees Erick peacefully sleeping on their bed, his leg hanging off of the bed as he sprawled across, snoring softly. She smiled and walked around him, she sat near him as she gently caresses his hair, stirring him slightly awake.

"Mhh... Hey, baby..." voice still gruff from sleep, he pops an eye open at her, she smiles down on him, "Hey sleepyhead." He chuckled sleepily and shifts to his side to rest his face against her thigh, laying an arm over them,

"You couldn't sleep...?" He mumbles against her skin, and she sighs, heart still heavy from what happened,

"Yeah... But e-everything will be alright. Go back to sleep..." she says while she strokes his hair, and he does just as so.

She listened to the quiet sounds of his snoring, the tick of their bedside clock, and the faint, ringing sound of a gunshot.

Fin

#rick and morty #r&m fanfic #original characters #rick sanchez #erica sanchez #rickcest #a lot more angst #complicated feelings #a lot more bad decisions #evil rick #doofus erica #eyepatch rick #bucktooth morty #scarlip doofus

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imagine--drv3 · 7 years

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How'd the boy react if their s/o is killed in the killing game?

Hehehe, get ready for some beautiful angst. Hope this is okay!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

When the body announcement went off, he didn’t think much of it--in fact he was rather curious to see who had bitten the dust this time.

However, as he approached the crime scene, everyone started to look at him funny--fearfully, anxiously, pitifully? Why? He felt a sense of dread rise within his chest. Kaede even tried to stop him from visiting the crime scene.

The last thing he expected was to see your hollow, lifeless body slumped over, blood dripping from your chest.

Suffice to say he didn’t take it particularly well.

He tried to maintain his composure while investigating, but he was colder and more detached than usual. He didn’t bother to look at anyone in the eye. You could see him trying to control his trembling. For the rest of the investigation, he stayed dead silent...alone, in his mind, mourning you and swearing to avenge you. He’d get your killer for you both, one way or another.

He will do everything in his power to unmask your killer during the trial. Literally won’t stop til they have a breakdown and confess to your murder.

He watches your killer’s execution without a shred of compassion in his eyes. He hopes you are happy in the heavens that your killer has been caught. Justice has been served...it’s the least he can do for you.

He retreats to his room afterwards, and acts like nothing happened. But he breaks down every night by himself, and you can tell that a big part of him has died with you.

Expect your favorite flowers on your memorial every day.

Rantarou Amami

Handles it the best out of all the boys, or at least that’s what it looks like.

Is shocked and heartbroken when he discovers your body, and needs a couple of minutes to compose himself. Tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes and for the first time in his life, he’s unsure on what to do. Pushes everyone who tries to help him away.

His survivor instincts kick in and he begins investigating the crime scene, dead silent. He puts a jacket over your corpse after he’s done searching.

Before the trial begins, he asks everyone if he can have a moment by himself. No one really questions him and complies with his request.

He breaks down like never before, holding your body close to his heart. He lets out loud, tearjerking sobs of anger and despair. Why?! Why would anyone kill someone as innocent and beautiful as you? Why did they have to take you from him...You were his everything. What is he going to do without you?

He stays like that for a couple of hours, trying to desperately cling to the little warmth left in you. Once your body becomes stone cold, he decides that it’s time to let go of you. Before he leaves, he kisses your lips one last time and whispers a very heartfelt “I love you” into your ears.

He comes out of the room as if nothing had happened, but anyone could see how absolutely emotionally exhausted and broken he was. He offers his classmates a weak smile before heading towards the trial.

He isn’t himself during the trial--he is a bit more rash and emotional than usual, which doesn’t surprise anyone. But he still successfully manages to catch your killer, and he doesn’t hesitate in taunting them and belittling them, malice evident in his harsh words. He’d never forgive them for what they did to you.

He watches the execution, but doesn’t feel anything. He can’t even feel happy that he brought your killer to justice. He just wants you there with him.

Tries his damn hardest to repress his emotions, but can’t help but break down every night before going to sleep. Has recurring nightmares about you. On the surface though, it seems like nothing had even happened. Everything was fine, yep. Don’t worry about him!

Kokichi Ouma

Breaks down the second he sees your body. Becomes a shivering, panicking mess. No one can calm him down. He is yelling at everyone, threatening that he will get everyone killed in the worst possible way for letting this happen to you.

But at the end of the day, he only blames himself for your death. He should have been able to protect you. But no, he failed, like usual.

Can’t even bring himself to investigate the crime scene. Looking at your body is enough to set him off. Just thinking about it makes him physically sick.

Can’t even crack a joke or a prank. Instead, all of his words are laced with genuine malice and danger. His hatred and distrust for his classmates is stronger than ever.

He swears he will get his revenge for you.

Doesn’t say much the entire trial. When he does open his mouth, it’s either to insult everyone or talk about how much better of a person you were in comparison to them.

When the culprit is revealed, he goes absolutely insane. He has to be forcefully removed from the trial or else they’d have another murder on their hands.

Doesn’t even react to the news that your killer has been executed. Wishes he had been the one to murder them, but knows that won’t bring you back.

Locks himself in his room for the rest of the game. Forgets to eat and has almost no energy whatsoever to take care of himself. Only really shows up at the class trials and doesn’t say much, if anything at all. The dark circles under his eyes are enough to say that he hasn’t been sleeping at all either.

Builds a little yet heartfelt shrine in his room for you, in a dire attempt to keep you close to him. It doesn’t work.

Shuichi Saihara

Has no reaction initially to the sight of your corpse. Believes this is just an unpleasant nightmare, or that you somehow followed Ouma’s advice and pulled a terrible, heartbreaking prank on him.

His heart begins to race and he nearly throws up when he realizes that, no, it wasn’t a prank...

You were dead. The love of his life was murdered in cold blood.

He screams--he is shaking, the color from his face has vanished, and he is in absolute panic.

He has to be removed from the crime scene by Kaito and Maki.

The two of them stay close to him and attempt to calm him down. After his screaming has subsided, he simply slumps over and buries his face in his knees, unsure on what to do or how to feel.

He keeps asking himself, who’d do something like this to someone as beautiful, innocent and kind as you? Who?

How ironic that the “Ultimate Detective” had to investigate the murder of the love of his life.

He tried to pick himself up and investigate for your sake, but he couldn’t. His self esteem was crushed, and for a split second he considered in “joining you”, wherever you were now.

But he couldn’t...he had to live on, for your sake. He was adamant on abandoning his dreams to fulfill yours. He wanted to keep you alive in his heart.

Stays dead silent in the trial. Can’t even open his mouth to say anything, the words are stuck in his throat.

Gives up on his title as the ultimate detective and goes back to hiding himself under his hat.

Kaito Momota

Much like Ouma, he breaks down the instant he sees your body.

He’s in severe denial for a while, laughing frantically to himself and begging everyone to stop with this “terrible prank”.

But the expression in everyone’s faces makes him realize that unfortunately, it isn’t a prank.

He is hit with a wave of anger, desperation and uncontrollable sadness. He begins shouting mercilessly at everyone, accusing them of killing you as part of some sick twisted plan to make him miserable. He starts threatening everyone and nearly punches Ouma (again).

His paranoia is off the shorts, and he needs Kiibo to forcibly remove him from the crime scene.

He punches walls, breaks glasses, throws objects. What is he going to do without you?!

Why...Why you, of all people! He doesn’t get it! Anyone but you!

He swears he’ll get the culprit for you....even if it’s the last thing he does, for your sake.

Appears late to the trial because he was off doing his own investigation. He’s beyond heartbroken, but he won’t let that stop him from trying to avenge you. His investigation proves crucial to bring down the killer. Hopes the killer rots in hell, and watches their execution without a shred of guilty or compassion.

But avenging you isn’t enough for him.

It won’t bring you back.

Spends most of his time stargazing. He often forgets that you’re no longer there with him.

But he decides to name your favorite star after you, so every time he looks at the sky you’ll be there, looking down on him and cheering him on for all eternity.

Kiibo

Freezes up at the sight of your body.

His first emotion is confusion. Desperate confusion.

He doesn’t get it. Why you? You’ve never hurt anyone. Heck, you’d never hurt a little fly, let alone someone else. Is that why they decided to target you? But why...why would they take you away from him?

His faith in humanity is destroyed, and he becomes significantly less trusting and more reserved.

He screams nonstop. No one has the courage to talk to him when he is in this state. They doubt he’d listen to them at all.

He doesn’t investigate. It’s too much for him.

When all the others have finished with their investigations, he visits the crime scene to spend one last moment with you. He thanks you for everything you’ve done for him, for making him feel special despite him not being human. He hopes that you’re listening to him, somehow.

Your trial is so incredibly difficult for him--he has never looked this depressed in his whole life. But he makes an effort for you. He tries to contribute as much as possible, to make you proud one last time.

Makes sure no one forgets you or your death. Will spend most of his time in front of your memorial, reminiscing about all the good times you two spent together as one.

But it isn’t enough to fill the void in his heart, and he doubts it will ever be filled.

Gonta Gokuhara

Is absolutely devastated about your death. In fact, devastated doesn’t even begin to describe the grief he feels in his heart.

Looking at this gentle giant crying is enough to make almost anyone cry as well...

He clutches your body almost desperately, begging you to come back for him.

Please, don’t abandon him... Please.

But he knows you won’t come back...no matter how many time he begs.

This is the cruel reality of the game.

Everyone tries to help him, but their efforts are in vain. He doesn’t want to be helped. He just wants you to come back to his arms.

Hardly contributes to the trial...Stays silent and loses himself in his thoughts.

Doesn’t even feel fulfilled after watching your killer getting executed. In fact, he’s even more depressed now.

Names a beautiful butterfly resembling your appearance after you, which never leaves his side. He likes to believe that somehow your spirit is living through that delicate butterfly, and it eases his mourning.

Becomes more reserved, but his kindness doesn’t falter. He still wants to bring happiness to anyone, because he knows that’s what you’d want.

Ryouma Hoshi

His first reaction after discovering your body is to punch a wall.

He might be short, but his temper is fearsome. He blames himself for your death.

It should have been him, not you.

You were so pure, so sweet, so loving.

He’d never forgive the person who killed you. Hell, he even contemplated murdering the entire class out of pure blind rage. But then he wouldn’t be any better than your own killer, would he?

The guilt he feels is so overwhelming, he breaks down in public. No one has ever seen Ryouma like this before.

His gaze is menacing, even managing to scare people like Ouma.

Is incredibly persistent during the trial. He will not stop til he sees your killer dead.

Makes sure to savor the moment of their execution.

Doesn’t fall in love ever again. His heart belongs to you, and you only, for all eternity.

#new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa #drv3 imagine #imagine #self insert #korekiyo shinguuji #rantarou amami #ouma kokichi #shuuichi saihara #kaito momota #kiibo #gonta gokuhara #ryouma hoshi #mod amami

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shewassoferal · 5 years

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looong meta about villain Jemma which I won’t write as a muse:

I could never write a villain Jemma (I mean... more of a villain than she kinda already is? lol) because she'd be the two-dimensional kind, complete monster, just doing things because she can and basically unstoppable (beside, you know, by death) because she has no "weaknesses" to care about (and boring, she’s just good to taunt people when she shows up in threads from parallel universes for a bit or when Jemma is temporarily evil due to alien stuff)

So if I had to write a Jemma who has truly no moral compass nor compassion and only cares about herself (because if she cared about people she wouldn’t get there, not really)... The only villain!Jemma I can imagine is the villain who cares for no one, uses her mind to find the cruelest way to manipulate people and then kills them anyway, and does all the worst things because she CAN and, true to her general personality, because she wants to win, to be the best, to be in control of everything. So it doesn't even matter to her if she'll get killed in the end, she'll have won anything. But good luck getting there. And while she'll never be hydra in any universe, canonically not even in the alternate one where everybody else was Hydra, if she had been instead of Ward, she'd have killed the whole team without hesitation, just piloted the damn bus into the ocean herself and killed Garrett too for being too much of a weakness. True monster detached from the world and unable to feel anything beside her need to control, to be entertained instead of bored by simple minds and simple things, and eventually probably destroy the world for a grand finale. NO THREADS CAN BE DONE LIKE THAT. It's not even fun. It's just. A monster.

I mean, Jemma on the Good Guys Side in the show has: -tried to disintegrate Ward with a splinter bomb and killed Bakshi that way, and felt nothing about it; there is no reason to presume she felt anything but regret for failing at hitting the right target, because if there had been, we'd have been shown even just a fraction of scene in which Jemma's expression said it for her, same way we focused on Daisy checking if Donnie Gill's body had been found right after killing him. You know, that sort of human reaction you expect from people not trained their whole life to kill and who do it for the first time. Jemma thought it was the right thing to do and did it and that was it. -Jemma, to Daisy's face, to Daisy's face after Daisy was put under surgery against her will by Fitz, fought to get Fitz out of his cell, showed no sign that maybe she thought there was something wrong in insisting with Daisy who was Fitz's victim in this, then went behind her back, fred him, and snapped at Daisy when Daisy was mad at them, looking completely incredulous over being questioned by Daisy herself, who had given the order to keep Fitz in the cell. Now, it was obviously a defense mechanism too in this case, she was losing her mind too, she had to choose to believe that what Fitz had done was right so she could support him without breaking, but once she does choose to believe in something blindly, it's truly blindly, with no regard to anyone's feelings. She could have done it while still being gentle with Daisy but, and again, I do keep in mind that Jemma was clearly having a breakdown too, the only way she could really get through with it was convincing herself she had every right to ask for what she wanted. -She does do whatever she feels is necessary, including letting Will die on Maveth if it means protecting the planet, she's the person who makes harder calls. But when her exceptions are being threatened, like Fitz's life is at risk, she's willing to help Malick open the portal again and risk the planet, and later she's not willing to let Ruby kill Fitz even if it means the planet will shatter. Because if she has a priority, whether it is to save the world or save one person, she's RUTHLESS. When she wants something, she's ruthless and blindly goes for it. -When undercover in Hydra for months she always worked with the same guy, and just... sent him to get tortured instead of her when she almost got caught. Which hey, the guy is a BAD GUY, so it's okay, but if you think about this context, she hardly cared about it even if she knew him for probably longer than Ward knew the team before he betrayed them, and he did care for them.

So even as a good guy she’s not that good, and I love writing her as a grey area, but if she enjoyed doing evil and was trained to just do it, there’d be no survivors. There’d be no growth or ability to change anymore either. Grey Area Jemma or a Jemma forced to do bad things by her family can go anywhere, but one who chooses to do evil things because she can and wants to? No way to change a wall like that, especially if she keeps her core traits and loses the compassion and care she feels for people.

#about jemma #but I mean. canon Jemma and my Jemma are already dark Jemma anyway lol #she's already trying to be good and will get there but sometimes she just... struggles with some things

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