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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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otchet o missii

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

part one ⸺ part two ⸺ bonus

request made by anon: Hi Maria you beautiful person you please be my friend 🥺 I kinda have a request but if it doesn't speak to you then you don't have to write it, could you write something where reader is an enhanced/ mutant (kinda like Wanda or Jean Grey so like crazy powerful and dangerous) and Bucky just will not let the government get near her because he knows they'll probably experiment on her to make her a weapon cause they're sus like that? It can be romantic or platonic no preference, if ya want, please and thanks sorry this was so long

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. dad!bucky being overprotective with his baby soldier.

author notes: re-posted because tumblr deleted it for no reason. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Soldat, stoy”.

(Soldier, stop).

Your eyes widened. Your heart raced. The time froze. That command clicked something in your brain, producing the spheres of flames concentrated on your palms to dwindle till disappearing. You had just one second to look around you, before turning at the firm tone of voice behind your back. You found yourself in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by different security forces, aiming at you with large-caliber weapons. Above your head, two helicopters were setting up a perimeter. The chaos spread around the long avenue. You didn't have an idea of how you ended up there, but you were scared like never before.

Turning slowly, your eyes landed on a pair of pale blue orbs. You didn’t notice the other people as a backup. A feeling of safety invaded you when he tilted his head confused, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand how it was possible that you were there. But before you could take a step closer to him, a twinge followed by an electric cramp shook your body. The last thing you heard before blacking out was an I got you, and a cold arm wrapping your abdomen.

BUCKY'S POV

Avengers Compound

06:03 pm, New York

“How do you know it’s not a trap set by Hydra?” Steve asked, reclining himself on his seat at the meeting table next to the rest of the Avengers.

“Because I trust her”. Bucky didn’t doubt replying, although he couldn’t understand why, hearing Stark clicking his tongue as he rolled his eyes.

“James, you don’t know her”. Natasha sighed, referring to the fact that being assassins together years ago meant nothing.

“I trained her. She owes me loyalty”.

“What’s that? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome patented by Hydra?” Clint scoffed incredulously.

“Tell us what you know about her, Bucky. What you remember”. The captain asked his long-life friend, leaning on the table with both forearms rested against the edge of it.

The soldier gulped, deeply breathing, nodding his chin with his eyes lost somewhere on the dark oak. He explained how Vasily Karpov knew about you. An orphan with no family, no history, and a power of telepathy that allowed you to control the four elements as you pleased. Water, fire, earth, and air. From nowhere, your body could produce flames and throw them anywhere. Exactly the same you could do with water and air. Earth was different. Only by using your hands you could wild it as you want; creating earthquakes or holes, move it. The heroes around Bucky were stupefied. You were a potential danger.

Then, he told them about your skills. Karpov made him stay awake after killing Tony’s parents to train her. You were just a kid. And soon, you were a soldier with an angelic face who could kill anyone just by blinking your eyes. To tell the truth, the Winter Soldier was everything you had in this life. You two worked together, hand-to-hand, for more than ten years until he disappeared. With him out of the game, Hydra continued experimenting with you to replace him. But they reached a point where you couldn't bear the pain, losing control completely.

“Let me talk with her, please”. Bucky begged, touring his eyes around the people there.

“It’s too dangerous”. Vision affirmed, taking a position close to Tony.

“She. Owes. Me. Loyalty”. He repeated almost hissing, pointing out every word with his silver forefinger poking the table.

“You have five minutes before the Government brings her to the Raft”. Rhodes sentenced, crossing his arms on his chest. “Five minutes”.

Escorted by Steve and Wanda, who was the only one there that could control you, Bucky went down to the third sublevel. When the soporific made its effect and knocked you out in the middle of Manhattan, the Avengers managed to take you to their compound.

You were still stoned, but conscious enough to know what was happening around you. Everything spun inside the bunker. Your head hurt like hell and you felt a knot within the pit of your stomach that made you want to puke your guts. As the heavy door proffered a loud noise being opened you retreated to the farthest corner, placing your knees to your chest and wrapping your legs with both arms. Again, you were shaking. Terrified. About to beg for your life.

“Soldat, otchet o missii”.

(Soldier, mission report).

Your breathing became erratic as if the air wasn't enough to fill your lungs. You were at the edge of your crying, raising your hidden face from the gap of your knees. The Winter Soldier was standing some feet away from you. No expression on his face, as always, but with the small difference of a slight inkling of concern. He also looked skinnier, shorter hair, a grown beard. He looked healthier, free.

“Net zadaniya”. You whispered with a broken tone.

(No assignment).

“Soldat, otchet o missii”. He repeated taking a step ahead, hardening his voice.

(Soldier, mission report).

The command made you gulp a sob. Wasn’t he believing you? How could you lie to him?

“Net zadaniya”. You replied with no hesitation, standing on your bare feet and sticking your back to the wall. “Missiya ne naznachena”.

(No assignment. No mission assigned).

You noticed he wanted to turn to his partners, but he didn't. The soldier kept eye contact, coming a little more closer, invading your personal space without caring. He tilted his head forward, trying to find the answers to his questions in your orbs. But they both were emptied with the sole exception of the horror invading your chest and reflected on them. You didn't want to come back. You wanted to be released from Hydra's chain. You weren't an assassin, nor a monster.

“I wa… I was looking for… you”. Babbling, you confessed, being the explanation for why your mind took you to that place in concrete.

“Why?”

“Because you are the only person I have”.

His eyelids narrowed for a second, scanning your intentions, feeling frustrated by not finding anything hidden beneath your words. “Otchet o missii, soldat”.

(Mission report, soldier).

“Net zadaniya, Sergeant Barnes”.

(No assignment).

It was the first time you pronounced part of his real name since you met him many years ago and you could listen to his heartbeat increasing. Before you blinked, his metallic hand grabbed your throat and pinned you against the wall, watching the fury and the rage taking control over his grimace. Glancing above his shoulder, a redhead woman stopped the blonde man known as Captain America. Your gaze focused again on the soldier, loosening slowly the grip on your skin.

“Why don't you remember me?”

The last thing you knew about him was that the man behind him brought back the memories of his past life. His real life. But he was still looking at you with hate and revulsion. Of course, the Winter Soldier was conscious of who you were. What he had forgotten was how he felt about you. He didn't reply to your question, walking backward to the exit, leaving you there. Alone. Again.

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hawaiian-has-moved · 3 years

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you aren’t cannon. beetlebabes is more cannon than you. at least that shit was in the musical and movie and cartoon.

Need I remind you idiots, since I have already said I'm no longer being nice to you anymore.

That I do not give a damn what you think it looked like to you in that fucked up brain of yours, it's still p*dophilia. Man it's almost sad I live this rent free in your head for existing. I just exist and your blood boils. It's cute.

Anyway, Lydia is a minor in every version.

And if you think the wedding in the movie was romantic. Man every gross man I've cringed at for being a creepo must have been true love.

But see, that's the thing you people don't get huh? Consent. Consent does not exist to you. If it did you wouldn't fight when people say that Lydia is a minor and therefore cannot consent. It doesn't click because you found something hot about shipping this developing teen with this old as fuck perv.

But oh? Is that not enough for you, you cry, begging to justify your vile ship. Allow me to humor you and go through the other versions.

In fact! I'll analyze a whole song just for you.

Also please look at yet another picture of Lydia obviously not having it.

Way back when I was just ten

Simple and sweet

Everywhere, fellas would stare

Out on the street

And I felt used

Kinda confused

I would refuse to look in their eyes

But now I really love creepy old guys

This is kinda obvious, she's been preyed on before by men. So basic p*do trying to gr**m a kid scenario. But the satire to the song of course is that "it's all fine now" Which it's obviously not, she's just using this to trick him so they can send him back as an end goal.

We all do!

Gum disease

Skin like grilled cheese

Saggy old asses

(Saggy old asses)

Cute and vile

Hey baby, smile

To each girl that passes

They make me blush

(Can't get enough)

Now one of 'em loves me, wants to be mine

(That's right)

Marrying my own creepy old guy!

(I'm a creepy old guy)

This is just more playing out the satire of pretending it's okay, but with Beej chiming in because he already lacks the knowledge that this is grooming and it's not okay. Tricking him into thinking this is fine to end up killing him is a breeze.

My creepy old guy, my creepy old guy

I'm so happy I could cry

Girls may seem disgusted, but we're actually just shy

It's not uncommon that I've heard about or heard someone get told that they're just shy when a gross ass old man or someone is trying to gr**m a kid. It's gaslighting and manipulation in most cases. So for them to say that it's because they're actually just shy as part of the satire is the point.

My creepy old groom (creepy old groom)

Play that wedding tune

Hey folks, step aside

(I am older, but I'm glad I waited)

And if you've watched a bootleg, you would recall Barbara right here smiling and then turning away with eyes wide, like "this is not fucking okay" Kind of look on her face. But yeah this is another one of those phrases that you hear too often in these gross situations.

'Cause here comes the bride

I am marrying my creepy old guy

(Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, creepy old guy)

He's my creepy old guy

(Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, creepy old guy!)

Fix his hair

Get him prepared

For Armageddon

Again if you have seen a bootleg, here Lydia puts a finger to her lips and goes shhhh. Because Armageddon is Beejs death.

Sure, the groom

Crawled out of a tomb

But hey, hey, it's a wedding!

He's really fucking old guys. There is a huge age gap and this is p*dophilia.

So dim the lights

Pick up some rice

Say something nice

It's my day to shine

I'm getting hitched to my creepy old guy

(It's showtime)

Creepy old guy, creepy old guy

She's marrying a creepy old guy

Have you guys seen "Lolita"?

This is just like that, but fine

I have not seen Lolita, but I have been told it's similar to this who marriage scenario and is mega bad. Now if it were Lolita fashion, that is made to ward off men, so I assume it's a movie from what info I have.

Creepy old dude, creepy old dude

Our faith has been renewed

Now love is alive!

Wave your baby girl goodbye

I am walking down the aisle

I wanna see a tear in every eye as I pass by

I know that on the outside he's disgusting

And even on the inside, he's disgusting

This whole scenario is fucking vile. He's vile.

But I know that this time, I'm makin' it right

(Making it right, making it right!)

With my family by my side

O.M.G.

Dressed to a "T"

Fancy and formal

I found me a wife

L'chaim to life

This is so normal!

I was ignored

But now, I'm adored!

'Cause I extorted, tortured, and lied

Give it up for my underage bride!

They've done it, they have successfully tricked him into thinking this is okay with no funny business. But he's about to get stabbed. L'chaim to life is a nod at him being Jewish, also he had a Kippah in the DC version which backed this joke, but it fell off a lot ig so he doesn't have it now. Traditionally there was a lot of marrying women off to much older men for property and stuff, as most religions do/did tho. I was in a production of Fiddler on the roof for example and that was the whole premise.

Here comes the bride

God be glorified

I can't believe some cultures think this kind of thing's alright

My creepy old guy

Doesn't he deserve a chance at life?

Oh yeah, that's right

Yeah, that's right

So let's make him alive!

I am marrying my creepy old guy!

Guy, guy, guy, creepy old guy

Guy, guy, creepy old guy

Guy, guy

(I have chills)

Yeah!

And then they stab him and the till death do we part sign over the stage all makes sense now because the wedding vows are undone and since he's recently deceased he almost returns to the netherworld.

Etcetera etcetera... But of course you guys go tome deaf at that one when it plays if I remember right.

Oh right, the cartoon, of course, I knew just what you were thinking don't worry. You're thinking "oh well what about the comics, and the valentine cards! And and the animators who drew lewd stuff of Lydia!" Well.... Haha! Still p*dophilia! And also I have seen the infamous Lydia drawing and it's got her head shape, nose, lips, but it's not fully her. Even if it was again my first point, still p*dophilia. And yeah just because the people who worked on it drew it, doesn't make it suddenly okay. Ffs...

I couldn't even find a cartoon wedding that wasn't fan drawn to match this one. Because that doesn't exist! But I do have my favorite point to make.

Beetlejuice's look into Lydia's future in Pest O' the West.

Now why you b*bes were busy being p*dos and gr**ming kids on the internet into thinking this shit is okay, I was mastering the art of common fucking sense.

Beej makes a joking remark that he cannot see into the future while hiding from Bully the Crud, but when he does as per usual, his puns and phrases make his magic go to work. So a crystal ball appears in front of him showing the future in the images I've provided.

Lydia, doing a heaping pile of dishes as a ghost for bully and all of their kids, very unhappy and driven insane. Because imagine what being married to someone it's obviously wrong to be with would do to her mind. He hates seeing her like this, so he rushes to save her. Which he successfully does.

Toon is actually the one with canon evidence of this shit being not okay to him.

Also before anyone tries to say it, no the movie and cartoon aren't connected, she doesn't even live in Winter River in the cartoon that should have made it obvious. Besides she's like 14-16 in the movie. So I don't think she de-aged.

Lastly, two things that are off topic. I believe it's spelled canon, and before anyone goes saying fiction doesn't effect reality, I would like you to explain to me how being a Jedi is a official religion if that is so true.

See anon! I gave you my special, condescending talk that too two hours to type on my phone! You stalked me endlessly and I picked you as the special anon that, I didn't deletes ask for being a gross piece of shit in a minors ask box! Wow. That searching my name clicking on my asks, and typing out all that so I could live rent free in your head really.... Didn't work lol. I may have took two hours to type this, but I assure you I will forget about you in 2 days max. Because unlike you, I have better things to do than ship a minor with an ancient demon. Bye bye now, be sure to rant about me with pure rage to your house p*do friends so that my existence may spread further into other people's minds! Woo... Being famous is so tough. 😉

#bjrambles #ship discourse #discourse

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aureumjeon · 5 years

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anon: the prompt thingy, hmmm. 15 + 32 with gguk pweasee! I love angst ;_; and i love you too!!

I got chu bby! Thank you for the prompt! (つ≧▽≦)つ ily2.

"Shouldn't you be with him/her?" + "Please don't do this." with Jungkook.

Genre; college!au, angst, asshole!Jungkook.

Warning; mentions of sex and infidelity, and some cursing.

Word count; 800+

You promised yourself that 'last time' would really be the last time. But here you were, lying naked and gasping for air under the covers of the same bed that you vowed you'd never crawl into again. Being sucked into the same twisted routine that you share with none other than Jeon Jungkook, the university's heartthrob and your best friend's boyfriend.

The bed springs squeaked faintly as the weight on the other side of the bed disappeared. You peered over your shoulder wondering where it had gone and was faced with his bare back, crimson scratches adorning its surface. That'll sure take a few days before it's completely healed, until then he'll just have to come up with more excuses. That's what he's good at, anyway. You despised it.

Curling back into your previous position, you noticed the moonlight peeking from the blinds, reflecting against the glass of a picture frame. You plucked it off from the bed side table and stared at the picture perfect image of Mina serenely smiling while enveloped by her boyfriend's arms.

You turned back to the boy who just stepped out of the bathroom, holding a damp wash cloth to give to you.

"Why did you call me?" You asked blandly, as if you hadn't had you brains just fucked out.

He replied when you snatched the cloth out of his grasp, "I missed you." Jungkook sat beside you and started kissing your shoulder. Inhaling the scent of sex and your sweat mixed together.

You shoved him away and growled, "Oh shut your mouth, Kook! Shouldn't you be with her? It's her birthday today!"

He clicked his tongue, combing his long raven locks with his calloused finger. "Shouldn't you?"

Getting angry at this point was useless, you've already committed the same mistake you were desperate to avoid. You calmed your breathing, shutting your eyes a few moments before speaking again. "I-I told you, I'm in a rough spot right now. I need time to be alone."

"That's why I'm here." He cooed shamelessly, voice smooth and slick. Shuffling closer to you again, he gently caressed your exposed arms causing goose bumps to emerge form the skin. "I'll make the pain go away."

That's another thing you hate about him. You hate how easily he can manipulate you, how he has you feeding out the palm of his hand. Every word that comes out of his filthy mouth is laced with a fragrance that seeps into your body, reprogramming your entire system and making you succumb to his every command.

Not this time. No. You instinctively pushed him away once more, forcefully this time around.

He chuckled grimly at your sudden outburst, recognizing where this was going. Nothing like honey-coated words to put you back on the right track. "I've been nothing but good to you, y/n." He purred enticingly, twisting a loose strand of your hair with his fingers. "I've always loved and made love with you in all the best way possible. I've made you experience things you can't with other people. You need me, y/n."

Your body shivered at his provoking words, thoughb you try shaking it out of your thoughts. Chanting what you needed to do in your head like a mantra.

"Without me, you're only gonna fall apart faster." He deadpanned, his stare was dark and haunting. Is this really what he has come to be? A monster.

"W-what about Mina?"

"What about her?" He didn't seem to care for his own girlfriend by the way the tone of his voice was monotonous and robotic.

"For fuck's sake Jungkook! She's your girlfriend!" You finally exploded, standing up from his bed and gathering your clothes scattered on the wooden floor. "We shouldn't be doing these kinds of things in the first place. This was mistake."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," He merely shrugged his shoulders, not caring about the consequences of both of your actions. "And you're enjoying this as much as I do, kitten."

"Don't call me that!" You hastily put on your under garments followed by your jeans and sweat shirt. That was the final straw; if Jungkook wasn't planning to put stop to this, then you sure will.

"Let go of me!" You angrily slapped his hand away and made sure he gets the point.

"That's it, Jungkook. I'm telling Mina." Grabbing your phone and wallet on his table, you stomped your way towards the door. "Not even you can stop me."

"Please don't do this." He begged pathetically, tightening his grip on your wrist. Not wanting you to leave him. Leave what the two of you share. "Please, please, please, y/n. I love you. I need you."

Glancing back at his defeated face one last time, you stated "You can't have the both of us, Jungkook."

And he's left with the sound of the door slamming.

Please feel free to send in prompts and requests! 🌻✨ Thank you!

Prompt list. 💜

#jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #bts drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #bts angst #bts smut #bts scenario #bts imagine #prompt #request #jimin #taehyung #hoseok #yoongi #namjoon #jin

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years

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Waves of Glass (Hideyoshi x Reader)

Anon: Can I get a Hideyoshi IkeSen angst followed by fluff with a savage s/o or mc. I’ll leave the storyline to you. Make me suffer, cause me pain.💜💜 I love your writing style, it’s amazing. Your language is really flowy hehehe

I think this fic is 90% angst and 10% fluff? Actually, I don’t even think it’s fluff (or as fluffy as it should be to balance the darkness of the fic), but silly humor? I tried my best but this turned out to be a lot darker than I expected. Anywho, thanks for the wait and enjoy!

Title: Waves of Glass

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Hideyoshi x Reader

Word Count: 2085

TW: Angst, Blood, Guns, Drowning

“This is the bullet I’ve been saving for you,” the man purrs. He presses the barrel of his gun to my forehead.

The moonlight shines on his slick, pale face. I’m trapped between this psychopath and a wall of glass that veils the glimmering ocean, which sits about 50 feet below me. I have no idea what to do. The objective was to indefinitely borrow something and leave, not sitting as a hostage and having my brains blown. I highly doubt that the warlord would get to since I snuck into their caravan of supplies and slipped out while they were asleep. Maybe I should’ve listened to Hideyoshi.

As my thoughts circle around my head, the small amount of moonlight is hidden behind a veil of clouds. In the momentary cover of darkness, I slip my hand into his pocket and take what I needed. What I came here for in the first place. He shifts slightly, the rustling sound of his jacket masking the sound of soft footsteps. The general turns around, distracted by the sudden thump in the chamber in the other room. He lowers the gun.

I don’t think as I push him to the ground. He fires the gun and the bullet whizzes by my cheek. I grab his hand and he shoots the gun in random directions, trying to gain control of his aim. I slam my other fist into his face at the same time as I bring my knee to his groin. The sound of the gun exploding and the bullet ricocheting off the wall fills my ears. Too close. The man takes advantage of my daze and grabs me by the neck. Instant fills my throat. I gasp for air, but my lungs are frozen and my chest doesn’t move. He flips me over. The gun is once again at my head.

Another bang. This time, it’s not from a bullet but an angry Hideyoshi who looms over the man. His sword is at the general’s neck. “Let her go,”

Hideyoshi slashes the general’s hand. The stranger howls in pain and drops the gun. I run towards the warlord, but my man trips me with his feet and pushes me towards the glass wall. It was covered in bullet holes and completely shattered. The man scrambled to his feet and grabs a chair. He eyed Hideyoshi as he lifts the chair, but he swings his arms in my direction. The chair’s leg hits my stomach and my head smashes against the glass with a loud thud. Hideyoshi tries to run over to me, but the man throws another chair in his direction. I try to lift my head, but a shard of glass cuts my jaw. Blood trickles down my neck.

Another piece of furniture flies in my direction. Although I narrowly avoid it, another shard of glass rips my stomach. Pain sears through my body. If the general didn’t kill me, then the blood loss will. I manage to move from the area of sharp glass and rest against a large crack. My body was in no condition to move. Even if I did, the man was closer and would get to me before Hideyoshi. I sigh and watch the battle before me, pushing my body against the glass to lift myself up. My legs unfold themselves and my back is almost straight. I try to push my back against the wall with a little more force. Just a little further.

The glass behind me makes a final crack before the entire wall falls down. I double over from surprise, my weight pushing me backward. Hideyoshi lifts his head and screams. He rushes to me, trying to grab my hand. I try to lift my hand, but a shard of glass comes between us and slices my finger. My hand coils back and my foot fly in mid-air. The glass follows me as we plummet into the sea. It no longer holds its previous glimmer, it has become an abyss. Dark and lightless.

My head collides with the waves. I try not to scream to prevent the water from clogging my lungs. I dive down, squinting in the dark an opening in the violent waves. A loud clunk has me looking up. Something large comes rushing at me and I barely move aside in time as another piece of glass hits me. It cuts my right shoulder and I scream from the pain. Crimson colors the waters. for a moment, my body floating. His dark hair fans out around him. I paddle closer towards him, this time slower, my energy and air rapidly draining. He rushes toward me, his eyes filled with worry. I realize his armor is weighing him down. He holds one hand out, while the other struggles to unsheathe the sword at his side. It doesn’t budge. He is wasting the remnants of his strength and the surface is still at least fifty feet away.

I reach my hand out to him. My fingertips touch his. My vision grows dark as the last of my energy drains, but the fear is widespread in my chest. His sword finally comes out. He thrusts the hilt in my direction while clutching the blade. Hideyoshi winces and blood floats around his sword. I grab onto it with a shaky arm, my knuckles white against the handle. Lightning flashes and he let go of the sword, causing me to fall. He shoots towards me but stumbles backward from the current’s force. I swim against it, but my injured shoulder strains against the pain. With a force of determination, Hideyoshi grabs my arm. I try to pull myself forward. He seems heavier than he did before, or is my strength fading? I shake my head to clear it and only succeed in making myself dizzy. My throat is closing up. He grabs me with his other arm and pulls me close.

We crash through to the surface, the storm still raging. The rain makes it hard to see, but there is a ship nearby. Hideyoshi calls out to the sailors on the ship. They don’t hear him. He takes the sword in my hands and waves around, hoping to grab their attention. One sailor points in our direction and the ship steers towards us. Minutes later, he throws us a line. He loops the rope around us and yanks it to signal the sailors. He holds me as we are hoisted up. I cough and sputter as large amounts of water exit my mouth. My chest heaves.

I turn around to face Hideyoshi. “You’re late.”

“Please tell me you’re alright,” He rushes over and hugs me.

“Yes. Three broken ribs, a split spleen, a dislocated foot, and a dismembered limb. They might’ve cut out my kidneys too.”

He scolds me, “Are you really going to joke around after nearly drowning?”

I bring myself nose to nose with him with a wink. “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this whole rescue mission.”

His scowl deepens. “Do you understand how worried I was when I found out you weren’t in your room? And the horror when you left a note saying you were breaking into the general’s home? What were you trying to do?”

I pull the object from my pocket and hold it up into the light. A small leather bag. Inside were important documents. Our key to stopping the uprising next month. “The plans for the Southern Uprising. He kept it in his coat pocket. That is the worst place to keep something you don’t want to be stolen. He was practically begging me to take it.” I click my tongue in disappointment.

His jaw drops and his scowl only deepens. “No one asked you to steal war documents! Mitushide was supposed to retrieve that information. You nearly died.”

“Wow thanks for the gratitude,” I roll my eyes.

Hideyoshi shakes his head. He buries his head in his hands and takes a moment to compose himself before looking at me once more. His mouth opens to tell me something, but his eyes water with tears. He rests his head on my shoulder and tears of my own begin to sprout.

“Stop crying. Aren’t you supposed to be Nobunaga’s second-in-command? You face life-threatening situations all the time. You’re practically a superhero. Why are you crying?” My voice is shaking as I try to keep myself together.

His arms grow tighter around me. “When I’m on the front lines, I have to worry about my own life. I’ve already accepted that I’ll die giving my life for someone, whether it be for you, Nobunaga, or the people. As long as you’re safe, I don’t mind.” Hearing him brings tears of my own. He clears his throat and continues. “Even if you’re away from me, you’re always kept safe at the palace or in the medical tents. But tonight was the first time I had seen you so close to death. Never in my life had I imagined that you would die before me. You can’t die before me or I’ll have nothing left.”

I bring his head to my chest and ruffle his hair. “Well I’m alive and breathing, aren’t I. You call it a careless risk, but I call it a successful mission. Besides, you can’t kill me because I’m a bad bitch.” I give a weak laugh and flash him a stupid grin.

He lifts his head and chuckles. “I’ve never heard anyone use profanity to address themselves positively. What does that even mean?”

I flex my non-existent muscles and make finger-guns. “It means that a slimy, konpeito-looking idiot can’t harm me because I’m a strong and independent woman who can defend myself. The only thing that could send me six feet under is the fact that he smells like the showers with a bar of dung. Also, did you get a look of his eyes? They look more like the nasty wart on his foot than actually human eyes.”

Hideyoshi pushed me away and wrinkles his nose. “Alright, I didn’t need that image in my head.”

Despite the throbbing pain in my stomach, I laugh and inch closer to him.“I’m pretty sure his pants had stains of urine and fec-”

“Alright, that’s enough. Now let’s go get you cleaned up and bandaged. The pieces of glass wedged into your skin could cause some real problems, so we need to get them removed. You don’t want to lose any blood, even if you’re a ‘bad bitch’.” He shakes his head, but the corners of his mouth curled upward.

Hearing him say the words “bad bitch” made me erupt with laughter. He sounded so silly that I rolled over, crying tears of laughter. Hideyoshi insists that it wasn’t that funny, but if he had heard himself, he’d probably pee his pants. I roll across the shipboard.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the tiny figure swimming upwards, his arms slowing down with the effort. I stop moving, laughter echoing around me. Hideyoshi follows me and grabs my arm to stop me from rolling. When I look at his face, I notice that he’s laughing as well.

“Are you finished?” He sits on the floor and places my head on his lap.

“If you heard how stupid you sounded, you’d understand why I’m laughing so hard.” The last of my laughter fizzles out.

“Then imagine how silly it sounds when you say it,” He chuckles.

For a moment, we sat together, watching the moon illuminate the waves. Something that seemed cold and dark not too long ago is now our source of peace and comfort. That and the fact that we somehow survived this whole debacle. I rock against his lap and bring his hands under my chin. He plants a small kiss on my head.

“Please don’t ever do that again.”

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soft-sarcasm · 6 years

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38. “I hate worrying about everything.”

Pairing: wong yuk-hei (lucas) x reader.

Request: Anon: Can i get a 38 prompt with lucas nct? Thanks before! Make it a happy ending juseyo♥️♥️ I love your writing by the way!<3

Genre: fluff, anxiety.

Word count: 1,4+k.

a/n: my first non-seventeen request! I just wanted to remind you guys that requests are still open and if you click the link you can choose from which prompt and group you would like. Hope you enjoy. And I did use Lucas instead of Yuk-Hei because it just kind of happened hehehe.

request a drabble.

It had long become difficult to breathe. Your ribs were nothing more than barbwire, spirals of jagged talons that seemed to refuse to allow your lungs to expand. The only thing that seemed to be able to rattle the bone cage was the rebellious cavity in your chest that refused to stop hammering against the metal guards as if it was actually attempting to escape from you in search of some sort of relief.

During moments like this; when you had a temporary collapse in coherency and delved into a world consumed with nothing but paranoia and anxiety, you couldn’t help but envy people like Lucas. People who lived and breathed in their skin with an ease that you would never be able to muster, who didn’t agonise over every minuscule detail and fret, who were capable of simply carrying on through the limitless sea of life and mistakes while you were dragged down to the bottom to drown under the weight of over thinking and over analysis.

You knew you couldn’t be all that envious, people like Lucas couldn’t help being who they were as much as you couldn’t being who you were. But nevertheless, you couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous as you glance over to where he laid in bed beside you, expression a mask of serenity as he continued to sleep peacefully on, undisturbed while your thoughts screamed and tore at your sanity. You wanted to shake him awake and beg him to share the secret that made being so calm, so sure of yourself possible. That you would do anything if it meant you would go through life with half the surety and sense of self-worth that Lucas possessed.

But you didn’t, how could you? Not only would it prove that you had finally gone around the bend of lunacy you had been tapering on the edge of now for far too long, but you also knew somewhere in your worry meddled brain that there was no secret for him to tell, you either were or you weren’t, it was as simple as that. Sure, you had been told by multiple therapists that all you had to do was focus on the fact that you didn’t need to worry over these details that were so inconsequential it was nearly laughable, that all you had to do was think of the good things. That all you needed to do was realise that there was no anchor and you could swim to the surface whenever you wanted to. But that also sounded like far too much of an oversimplification, especially when you could feel the weight of the anchor on your chest and the surface just seemed too far away for you to muster.

You simply retracted yourself from the body heated sheets, sending Lucas’ perfectly relaxed form one longing look before you were padding out of your shared bedroom in the direction of the living room that held the entrance to your balcony. Your fingers felt numb even as they gripped the metal handle to pull back the door so that you were basked in clear moonlight and crisp air that at least brought some sort of coherency. Your far too fragile lungs gave a small inhale as the night breeze flooded your windpipes. The lights of the tired and worn city blinked lazily at you as you stepped further out, the sound of the few cars that sputtered along even at this hour muted by the height in which your apartment’s balcony stood.

You huddled yourself in one of the few rigid chairs that littered the minuscule area, your exposed skin covered in gooseflesh despite your senses not even registering that you were cold. Having something to focus on that wasn’t just the warmth of Lucas’ body next to you and the plush of your shared bed made it easier to cope. Your bedroom seemed taunting in its soft serenity and you needed something harsh to cut through so that perhaps you could be pulled back up to reality.

You must have been so trapped within your own head that you had grown oblivious to the world around you because when hands rested on your shoulders you hadn’t even realised someone was behind you. You knew Lucas’ touch almost better than you knew your own and the familiarity caused there to be no reaction of surprise from your body even when he bent behind your chair to press a kiss to your temple.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked quietly against your skin, arms now linked around your neck.

You took a sharp inhale as you attempted to fuse together a summary that was at least slightly normal, “Just- thinking.”

There was a hum of understanding before Lucas’ warmth left you and he was shifting to sit in front of you, hands reaching out to encompass your own, “What about?”

“Everything,” You replied easily because it felt true even though it wasn’t humanly possible, at the speed your brain was whirling at you felt as if you were thinking and agonising over everything all at once and it was utterly exhausting.

Lucas’ thumb swiped over the ghost white bone of your knuckle, a tangible shiver running throughout his body though that probably had more to do with the frigid night air and the fact that he was shirtless rather than the icy temperature of your skin. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can,” You admitted and the words sliced you at your core because it fucking sucked that you couldn’t even articulate your anxieties to your partners because that’s how painfully unreasonable they were.

“That’s fine then,” He assured, grip tightening on your hand as if he was attempting to pull you back so that you would actually be sitting entirely in front of him and not halfway in some sort of alternative reality, “We can just sit here then.”

You let out a shattered exhale, the tears that pooled in your eyes near acidic as they burned and scorched your retinas, “I hate worrying about everything.”

“I know,” Lucas murmured, rubbing soothing circles on your palm, “And I hate that I can’t help you more than just saying that I’m here for you, whatever you need, whatever you want to do; I’m here.”

“I want it to stop,” You whispered, voice almost lost in the wind and the sob lodged in your throat that spilt out after the words. “I want it to stop so that I can go about my life without waking up at 2am to have a mental breakdown over nothing. Because literally, it’s fucking nothing! I can’t even tell you what’s causing this because there isn’t anything. And yet it’s also everything and I fucking hate it.”

Lucas’ arms circled you in warmth as he pulled your body to his while kneeling in front of you as you finally allowed yourself to sob and crumble like you felt like you always did. He held you for what could have been hours, allowing your tears to soak into your skin and for your words to make his heart ache in sorrow because it fucking sucked that you with all your goodness and kindness had been saddled with this mental plague.

You could tell that you had been crying for a while because Lucas’ legs seemed to shake under the strain of keeping himself proper up and you pulled back, feeling slightly lighter and more yourself. Lucas settled back to wipe a stray trail of water that dripped down your left cheek, coffee eyes consumed with nothing but love and understanding, a combination you had never thought would ever possibly be used in your direction until you met Lucas.

“Thank you,” You couldn’t help but murmur, hand reaching out for his cheek as if you were trying to make sure that this person was real.

He smiled gently, pressing his lips to your palm so that you felt his words against your skin, “For what?”

“For loving me,” You clarified, “Despite everything- despite having no reason to.”

“There doesn’t need to be a reason,” Lucas stated, pulling you closer, “Not when it comes to loving you.”

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