#i'm sorry this is so fluffy i do not control the flow of this anymore

[venusofthehardsells]

Dreamgirl [part 5]

BuckyxReader

[part 4]

Summary: Bucky tries to adjust to his new life in the Avengers compound. One day he meets a girl who might be everything he needs in order to move on, but is his past really that far away? Warnings for this chapter: self-hate, fluff wtf, brief threat?... (general series warnings include noncon, violence, mental illness, feels probably) A/N: Yes, hello, I am still alive even if it doesn’t always seem that way. So here we are again, another chapter of a story I bet y’all keep thinking I’ve abandoned. But I will keep on squeezing out updates every once in a while until this fic is done or so help me god I will relay it via ouija board to someone who can publish it for me, is that clear?

All the pent up tension and fear seep out of his body at the sight of her face.

"Mornin' doll," he answers and just like that, Bucky's morning has turned on its axis.

"You're up early," she comments sweetly, tilting her head a little. "I'm opening now if you wanna come in."

It's a normal thing for her to say as a retail worker, but there's something about the way she says it that makes her words of welcome feel personal and warm and only meant for him. She would never say them to anyone else.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he says a little out of breath and the sun has got nothing on her smile then. Feeling as though his stomach is full of butterflies, he follows her inside the empty coffee shop. Relax, it's just coffee, you idiot, he chastises himself, but it's no use. He's almost giddy with excitement now that she's so close. Her faint floral perfume might as well be dragging him along after her as she goes to stand behind the counter.

"What would you like?," she asks, turning to look at him so that the light catches in her little dangly earrings. They send shiny squares of light all over the floor and walls. One of them settles on Bucky's shoulder and her eyes land on it almost lovingly before trailing back up to his face. The look makes Bucky’s legs feel like a pair of cooked spaghetti, but he smiles as he leans on the counter.

“I’ll have some more of that great coffee you made me yesterday, please,” he says without taking his eyes off her, deliberately letting his gaze rest on her face, her hands, her figure when she walks the five small steps from the till to the huge industrial coffee maker by the wall. For a moment he wonders how it can be so enticing watching someone move, but he soon realises he doesn’t really care. He allows himself to get lost in the image of her in front of him, reaching out to take the note he hands her, her fingers elegantly plucking the change from their little compartments in the till’s drawer before placing the coins in the palm of his hand as if they’re some delicate treasure she wants him to keep safe for her.

"You sure you don't want anything to sweeten it?," she asks as she pours the coffee into a cup on the counter between them.

Bucky can't help but chuckle. She as good as serves him the antiquated pick-up line that falls from his lips like a breath before he can even think to stop it.

"Don't need it when I've got you, sugar."

The moment the words are in the air, he wants to swallow them back down. A line like that was already corny in the 30’s, how stupid will it seem to her now? His heart is already so far down his gut he thinks it’s about to wither, when the unimaginable happens. She laughs.

And it’s neither scornful nor condescending. It’s sweet. Genuine.

“If I had a dime for every time someone said something like that to me, I would’ve stopped working here a long time ago,” she chuckles and leans on her elbows on the counter, looking up at him through her lashes. “And then I wouldn’t have been here to hear you say it. You’re the first person I’ve met who’s been so…” She drags her bottom lip in between her teeth while she chooses her words and Bucky has to swallow. It’s simultaneously hot and endearing the way it makes her smile crinkle into a mischievous grin.

“So what?,” he challenges with a confident smirk to try and hide how perfectly not confident he feels right now.

“So infuriatingly charming.”

“I don’t want to presume anything, sugar, but… that sounded an awful lot like a compliment?”

The only reason he doesn’t pull away and out of her personal sphere is because she’s still smiling at him and in the mercifully empty coffee shop, his hearing clearly picks up that her heart-rate is so fast it rivals his own. She’s just as nervous as him, if not more.

“Oh, it most definitely was.”

She’s closer now, or maybe it’s him, but he can feel the heat of her skin and her breath on his cheek as the distance between them dwindles. The sound of his heart stops when she tilts her head just enough and her eyes, those enthralling, beautiful eyes of hers flit down to his lips and he knows he’s done it, he’s got her, all he has to do is lean in the rest of the way and close the still shrinking distance between them…

The jingling of the bell above the door cuts through the moment and jolts her away from him. In one fluid movement, her attention is on the two newly arrived customers and her smile stretches into the overly intense customer service mask of false enthusiasm Bucky sees on so many retail workers' faces and her voice when she greets them rises half an octave to match. It's like watching a shapeshifter.

Bucky steps back and lets her work, taking a sip of his coffee. His heart is still pounding in his chest.

He almost kissed her.

The realisation hits him belatedly as another slurp of scalding liquid runs down his throat. It's the 21st century and Bucky Barnes is still capable of wooing a woman. That's a triumph if ever he saw one. If only those idiots (he can't help but think of the two customers that way) hadn't come in, his tongue would be in her mouth right now.

As much as the thought of kissing her thrills him - and it does thrill him to the point of breathlessness - it also fills him with a bitter sense of regret. Because he's not going to be that stupid. He can't do that to her, can't let her get that close no matter how badly he wants her to.

Just like that, his stomach ties into a hard knot when it hits him how selfish he has been.

She's beautiful, radiant even in her uniform shirt and flat practical shoes as her hands fly through the motions of making whatever it was the couple ordered, yellow nail polish hearts blurring at the tips of her deft fingers. Despite her strained auto-smile, she seems… well, maybe not happy, but at the very least content beneath the efficient exterior. Bucky imagines how easily he could turn her almost-happiness into regret and disappointment by just being with her. His nightmares alone would be a deal-breaker to a lot of people, he's sure of that, never mind his mood swings, his melancholia, the trouble he has mentally adjusting to almost everything around him all the time…

He manages to stop himself before his face falls and reveals the shift in his demeanour. 

He should just go now while her head is turned and not come back. Find another coffee shop to supply his morning runs and hope he never sees her again.

"Your loss, soldier," the Asset smirks in his reflection on the glass-clad counter. He's not wearing the mask this time, but Bucky almost wishes he did. "Guess I'll just have to take care of her for both of us."

Bucky barely manages to contain a snarl.

I swear if you touch her it'll be the last thing you ever do.

The Asset bares his teeth in a vicious grin. Bucky's stomach rolls seeing his own almost-face like that.

"Try and stop me."

Bucky blinks and the Asset is gone from his reflection. The next thing he knows, she is turning back towards him, eyes bright, sweet smile at her lips… and the Asset's silver metal fingers around her throat. They squeeze, just like in his nightmare, digging into her flesh.

No!

He reaches out blind with panic so fast he almost stumbles. If he has to pry that cursed hand off her, so be it.

But Bucky's fingers never close around the Asset's. Instead, his palm is met by the softness of her neck, his fingers by the feeling of her hair and the pad of his thumb with a tickle of her earring.

"James?..."

The look she gives him is a whirl of surprise, wonder, hesitation, hope…

Bucky doesn't know what he's doing until he's leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers and then there's no going back. He hasn’t kissed a girl in god only knows how many years, but it feels even better than he remembers. Every muscle in his body nearly sags in relief and at the same time, he’s sure he’s as hard strung as a high wire. He softly brushes his thumb along her jaw and she sighs, leans into his touch and into the kiss, tentatively moving her lips a little against his.

He knows he should stop this, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to.

All he wants is to stand there all day with her, shamelessly indulging in the feeling of her mouth and her skin, and in her scent of flowers and coffee, just reveling in the warmth of having another human being so intimately close.

She nibs ever so softly at the pillow of his bottom lip and he's sure his heart stops for a full ten seconds. He feels the small motion in the entirety of his body, in every vein and crevice, until he's sure the kiss has made him so soft he can't stand up straight anymore. He wants to mold himself to her and he would have pulled her close to him if it weren't for the counter between them.

When at last she breaks away to draw in a trembling breath, her eyes are still closed and her slightly parted lips slowly spread in a hazy smile. 

“Wha-...” She’s breathless. Breathless and smiling and the the most beautiful creature Bucky has ever seen. “What was that?”

He did that to her. Despite his mind shouting at ten different octaves of chaos, he can’t help the smug little shrug as his face breaks into a happy grin too.

“Persuasive, I hope.”

The husky confidence in his voice is completely at odds with the struggle raging inside his head, but he manages to keep it from bleeding through and she doesn’t notice, he thinks.

"Oh, very," she sighs, not taking her eyes off him. "If… if you want to make sure though, I, uh, have a break at twelve."

She licks her lips nervously and Bucky can feel the heat coming off her face. It's taking all of his willpower and then some to not immediately lean in for another lasting kiss. His mouth is already forming the word, yes, when his messily giddy mind catches up to him.

Friday noon is a perpetually occupied space in his relatively empty calendar.

He wants to punch something. The mandatory therapy sessions were the last thing on his mind up until this very second.

"'m so sorry, sugar, twelve's a bad time for me. But, uhm…," he hurriedly babbles when her face falls just the tiniest bit. "Maybe I could pick you up when your shift ends? If… if it's not too sudden or-"

"James, I think we passed the point of "too sudden" when you kissed me like that."

He blushes hotly all the way down his neck, but she's thankfully just as flustered and it makes him feel oddly light.

"Like what?"

"Like in a movie," she answers quietly, looking down with a little embarrassed chuckle.

“That’s one hell of a compliment,” Bucky smirks, softly running a finger down the bare stretch of her soft forearm. “Kinda wanna makes a guy try again. If it’s wanted.” She looks down at his fingers and he can hear her breath hitch, clear and sweet as a silver bell to his ears.

“It’s wanted,” she almost whispers, meeting his eyes again. She’s all nerves for a second, but then she smiles, emboldened perhaps by the way he’s looking at her. Because Bucky’s sure he’s doing a very poor job of hiding the pure adoration in his gaze. “And I get off at five.”

She lets him intertwine their fingers and, lightheaded as he is, he lifts their joined hands and kisses her knuckles.

"Five it is, sugar."

She beams at him and his stomach does a somersault when he realises what he's just done: he’s just gotten himself a date. The exact opposite of leaving her alone and blissfully unaware of the dark mess that he is. It would be the right thing to do and he knows it, but if he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t want to. He wants to see her again. He wants to kiss her again. He wants to do so much more than that.

His cock twitches at the untimely image his mind conjures then of her straddling him at the hips, both of them naked as the day they were born and he swallows hard, clenching his teeth behind his smile to try and focus on her very clothed form in front of him, but it doesn’t help at all. He wants her too much. 

Hell, if he had it his way, they would lock the door now and he would take her right there on the counter and then on every one of the tables, then against the walls, on the floor, on whatever surface stable enough really and the very visual thought alone is enough to have his face burning.

How is it possible to simultaneously want to put his arms around her and keep her close and tell her how beautiful she is but at the same time want to thoroughly fuck her until neither of them can remember their names anymore?

"I'll see you then." The breathy quality in her reply makes him wonder how his name would sound on her lips if she was moaning it and he knows he really needs to leave. Even though letting go of her warm, pretty hand is about the last thing he wants to.

He sends her one last confident smirk and turns to go, but her voice makes him stop.

"James, wait!"

Bucky almost swirls in place and he sees her grabbing a pen from somewhere below the till. She quickly scribbles something down on a piece of receipt paper and hands it to him.

She only shyly meets his eyes.

"Just in case," she says with a nervous shrug and he stares down at the little slip.

It's her phone number, followed by one word in quotations.

'Sugar'.

When he looks up at her again she leans close and places a quick kiss on his cheek.

Bucky doesn't remember running back to the compound, but this isn't a blackout in the blink of an eye like yesterday was.

It's the feeling of floating.

[TRANSMISSION]

ORION: STATUS. ALHABOR: SAFEWORDS SUCCESSFULLY TESTED. ASSET SUSPECTS NOTHING. ORION: INFORM ME OF ANY AND ALL PROGRESS. ALHABOR: UNDERSTOOD. ORION: HAIL HYDRA ALHABOR: HAIL HYDRA

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[thegreatermermaid]

in my dreams, you love me back

part 1 pairing: satan x f!mc. content: sfw, fluffy! could contain slight suggestiveness part 2 here

Those flowing cherry blossoms, and that glowing moon that acted as the sun. This was the last dream I had ever had involving him. Although, at the time, I was unaware of it. This was the ethereal place where we met every slumber, and shared our deepest thoughts together. I knew he wasn't real. But I sought comfort in his presence. I couldn't understand why he began appearing in my dreams since months ago. But ever since last month, they stopped becoming more frequent, and were only occasional. I missed him. However, it was too late to express those few words to his pretty face, basking in moonlight. "I can't stay here anymore." He stated, sternly looking at my face with his eyebrows furrowed. "Why not?" I solemnly asked him. "I'm sorry, I can't disclose any information right noq." "Okay, I understand.." The glistening blonde swept the leftover strands of hair out of his face and lay his hands on my shoulders. "I'm afraid I don't have much longer, this will be the last time we meet. I wonder if we are destined to meet again one day." I looked down at his shoes, containing the formation of tears in my eyes. "But you aren't real." He chuckled softly, and offered me his hand. "This will be the last time we run away together." He spoke, looking at me with those dispirited eyes, shimmering like emeralds. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ I rose out of my bed. 8:00AM, my clock read. Rubbing the sleepy dust out of my eyes, I took my uniform out of my wardrobe and got dressed. Suddenly, my DDD was bombarded with a concerning amount of text messages, all from my best friend, Iara. IARA: hey mc, are you ready for the new semester? i heard that those demon brothers are coming back this semester. everyone is so excited! I grinned softly at her message. MC: oh cool, we'll actually get to see what they look like then!

I plopped down onto my bed and began scrolling through useless emails until I found my RAD timetable. Lesson 1: Devildom History

I groaned helplessly after reading the result. I made my way outside of my dorm and downstairs to the hallways of the academy. My eyes were met with a crowd of people huddled against the doorway like hungry zoo animals. "Looook! In there! There's Asmodeus!" A muffled voice shrieked from the huge colony of people overwhelming the door window. "Oh my god! Look at Lucifer, he's so handsome!" "Oh yes, definitely had a glow up the past year!" I quietly laughed at their remarks while trying to get a close peek myself. "Hey, MC!" Somebody shouted from down the hall. "Iara! How are you holding right now?" Iara's cheeks appeared as if they had been stained with cherries as she was breathlessly panting for air. She beamed brightly, still trying to catch her breath. "I'm.. great! Are you excited to see these brothers?" "I really am! I had heard from somebody over there that they were really handsome." I grinned, eyeing the individual who had been the loudest since my arrival. The starving crowd had split in half as the magnificent doors were opened, presenting seven tall, attractive men. Iara's face was practically screwed open, and I started worrying if her jaw would dislocate if she kept gawking like that. I analysed each of their features, especially the blonde one stood near the back. I recognised him from somewhere, he was familiar. "Hey, that's the guy-" Iara twitched. "What guy, MC? Point to him!" "Oh, don't worry. I think it's the blonde one?" "What about him, do you like him..?" "...No, of course I don't. I didn't mean to say anything, sorry." My eyes began swelling up. I tried to control the overflowing waterfall of tears that could gush down my face. I had left the area where all students were crowded and went to somewhere more secluded. "Tell me, boy, why won't you leave me alone? Are you not finished yet? If so, appear in my dreams again will you?" I could feel the wetness of the stream travelling downwards on my stinging cheeks. Fool. Why do you cry over a man whom you have never met? Is what I had asked myself in that moment. That is right, I had never met him, so why am I letting only his presence consume me? Did he do this on purpose, or was it a coincidence? part one finished

[ikonic-eve]

TENDAE

WARNING:

This story contains of some smut scenes also fluffy cliches. By the way, I'm sorry for the grammars though xo. Wish this story entertain enough to you, let me know if you like it.

Pairings: Bobby x Readers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Hiks...Hikss.."

Bobby glanced over you, who just cried next to him while you watching the whole drama in front of you. Bobby rolled over his eyes, but his lip can't avoid to made a horizontal C by your behavior. He then gave tissue bag to you, so you take it to clean up your snot that flooding over your nose and lips. You slightly wiping your tears even it keeps coming down because you still feel hurt by the drama you have watched right now.

For ten minutes, you and him didn't talking anymore and the drama has ended happily. You wiped your tears, and sighed after feel relieved to saw the ending.

"Look how swollen your eyes right now,"said Bobby to you.

"I know right,"you answered. You sighed again, then hugged your legs and leaned your head on your knee. You closed your eye, still can't get over the feeling you catched from the drama you've watched.

You didn't realized how Bobby watching you right now. Exactly, he just adoring you even your face swollen and red because crying. He staring at you with his amazed gaze, didn't feel bored anymore to see your face. He feel something strange inside his stomatch while he looking at your red face, made him smile spontaneusly. Bobby really enjoyed himself while he seeing your face.

Then you just opened your eyes.

Both your eyes met and locked instantly, and you felt the beats of your heart increased. You didn't know what happened, but you just love to see his eyes that still looking at you. You really love his eyes, that always give the smile whenever you see them. So you keep looking back, let yourself flowed by his peace sight.

But suddenly Bobby just look away.

Bobby stretched his body and yawned afterwards. He took the remote control, and turn off the TV. "Did you feel hungry?"

You nodded. "I wanna ramyun."

Bobby raised his eyebrow. "We already had it on breakfast."

"I don't care,"you said. "I only just want it, because nothing I want to eat right now."

"I don't think the eggs still available there."

"How much you cooked it last time?"

"Mmm.. about four?"

You grinned, when you realized that you and him really such as starving human since morning. "We ate three ramyun.".

"You ate it alone around two."

You smacked his bicep that shown because he just wore white sleeveless t-shirt. "I didn't."

"You did,"tease Bobby. He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. "No. You the last one who ate it."

"I just cleaned the rest,"said Bobby and smirked. "And what I mean the rest is little."

"Shut up,"you said while you lazily standing and streching your arm. You take your unravelly hair and tying it to make a bun. "Come on, let's cook. I'll take the kimchi—"

"Y/N,"suddenly Bobby calling your name. He looked at you seriously. "Are you on your period right now?"

"What?"

You frowned didn't understand what Bobby means, untill your eyes bigger as Bobby pointed out your back with his chin. You instantly touch your butt, and you looked over backward to make sure what's happen.

And you see the kind of red stuff underneath.

"Shit,"you cursed again. You tried to close your back, feel little bit embarassed. "I need to take a bath."

"Yeah, you do,"Bobby look so casual, didn't awkward at all after saw your period. He leaned his back on the couch, yawning again. "Is your pad still available?"

"I don't know. I'll check it out later."

You shake your head and running toward your room to clean up yourself. You hurrily take your clothes off, then go shower yourself. While you just cleaned up your thigh that covered by blood of menstruation, you started to nagging. Oh, so that's why you just got very sensitive since yesterday and your stomatch feels not good either.

How could you forget your schedule actually, Y/N?

After you done, you went out with your towel wrapped your body from breast to thigh. You opened your drawer whereas you placed your stocks of period stuff. But nothing was there. You started to panick, think that you just out of stock.

"Bobby!"

You shouted his name for several times, and he answered gratefully. He opened the door and raised his eyebrow surprisedly. He looked at you that half naked. "Oh, I didn't know that you—"

"My tampon is gone."

"Here,"suddenly Bobby gave the paperbag he brought from outside. "I still don't know which one your favorite but I think you used this?"

You grabbed the paperbag, took out the pack of tampons that Bobby brought. "Oh, God. Blessed to have you here!"

Bobby smile and nodded his head. He then leave you, closed the door to give you some privacy. You feel relieved, because he bought this stuff without any mind initiatively. When you already with your clothes you went out of your room.

"Bobby?"

No one answered.

You walked to family room but nobody was there so you turn back to kitchen. When you came, you could see the back of Bobby's was facing you. You could see his hand was busy to stirred the thing in the pan on the stove. You smiled then pulled the chair near him.

"You really such as boyfriend material,"you praised.

Bobby looked at you, then smile to show his bunny teeth. "Of course I am, lucky you to have me."

You just rolled over your eyes, regretted a little bit after praised your best friend. You just watched him stirring the ramyun, standing independently with one hand on his waist.

"It must be sad to think that someday you're gonna cooked for someone else,"randomly you said your thought.

Bobby sniffed. "Here we go, the drama line."

You laughed little when you heard his sarcasm. "But I'm serious. Who's the lucky girl gonna be later?"

"It's you,"answered Bobby.

You laughed again. "I am, earlier."

Here is. You always avoid the things you know what exactly Bobby meant to. You never give him such a certain response, because you knew how kinda playboy and flirty Bobby is. And you keep the 'play-safe' role just to avoid things you don't want to ruin.

Or maybe you just love him too much that you don't want to lose him because the thing people called relationship or dating stuff.

"The cooking is done!"

Bobby turned his body with a pot on his hand, walking hurrily to the dinning table and placed the pot onto it. You could see the smoke flied freely, and the smell was coming to your nose. Your stomatch had growling when you smell the ramyun, and you quickly take two empty bowls and chopsticks. Bobby sat in front of you, watching you put the ramyun in busily.

"Thanks,"said Bobby when you placed the bowl that filled with ramyun to him. You nodded, and started to eat yours quickly.

"Hmm.. I'm so fuckin hungry,"said you, while you slurping the noodle happily.

After you two finished, you brought the dishes to the sink. You put the plastic glove on your hand, and started to washing. Bobby opened the fridge to take cold mineral water, and poured it to his glass. He then gulped it down, and put the glass to the sink.

"You shouldn't washing right now. Your stomatch must be hurt right now."

You chuckled while you washing the last chopstick. "I'm just on period, not broke my hand, Bobby."

Bobby sighed. "Whatever, but I don't wanna hear any complains after this like everything suck like—"

"Ssshhh, shut up,"you cut his world and laughing because the fact Bobby spitted out is true. Bobby really know how bitchy and also cringey you are when you on period. You took the glove and then sighed happily. "Finally!"

Suddenly you grinned, when the cramp fulfilling your stomatch and your thigh. You touch your stomatch, and moaned. Bobby sighed, knew what happen right now. "I told you."

Before you replied him, Bobby suddenly held you and carried you in bridal-style. "Bobby!"

You just surprised by the way his act, but you hanging your hand on his neck just to make sure you're not gotta fallen. Bobby walked over to the room, close the door, and put you in the bed. You smiled, without let your hand over his neck. "Move."

You shaked your head, grab him tightly so he lost his balance and fell on you. "Y/N—"

You just laughing to see how funny his panicked face right now. Bobby then rolled over so he lying next to you. He then give you the death-glare. "You really—"

"Argh!"

You screamed when you feel the fingers tickling your stomatch, making you laughing so hard. You flinched, move in laughing, tried to hit Bobby. "Stop it! HAHAHAHAHAH! Stop! I'm dying! I'm gonna dying!"

Bobby still tickling you, made you almost die so then you tried to tickling him back but failed. "NO! I GIVE UP! 119 PLEASE!"

Bobby laughing after heard you said that, then he stopped his acted. You two are run of breath, lying calmly. Then you move your head to see him, and you smile.

"It's scared to see you smiled like this when you on period,"said Bobby. "What?"

"Nothing,"then you lied side to face him. You placed your head on his shoulder. You could smell his typical masculine scent upon his skin. It doesn't feel awkward literally yet you feel peace. Then you closed your eyes, calming your soul by his existence. You placed your hand over his chest, feel the hearbeat of his.

"It's beating,"you mumbled randomly.

"Is yours not?"asked Bobby. You chuckled with no reason, don't know why everything so funny right now.

"If the girls know what are we doing right now in my room, they must be mad at me."

"I don't care,"said Bobby shortly. "I think they must know."

"Yeah, if you wanna your best friend die on their hands."

"Haha, no way,"said Bobby as he rolled to you. Now your face was on his chest, you felt his hand on your waist gently. His chain on your head, that he could smell your favorite shampoo. Or maybe his favorite scent of your hair. "Nobody could touch my princess, nobody allowed."

You pinched his hip, make him moaning in awe because it's painful. "It's hurt, Y/N."

You giggled, moved backward so now his position is behind you. You yawning, feel sleepy because you full by the ramyun you ate. You started to close your eyes again, bend your leg to lessed the pain of your stomatch.

"Is it hurt?"

"It's almost hundred time you ask the same question actually."

Bobby called your name with his low voice, made you feel strange but happy at the same time. "I know this is random, but doesn't it strange to have it in yours when you on period?"

"What do you mean by 'it'?"

"Tampon."

"For the first time I used that, I feel like I'm gonna die. It's strange to have a thing in my body for 24 hours. It's stressed me out."

"Why don't you just use pad?"

"It's more frustating. It's harder for me to cleaned it after I used. As I tried tampon, I found it's more efficient for me."

"I don't know why but I regretted to asked you this. I shouldn't know that,"said Bobby, sighed on your head. You lifted your head, look at Bobby under his chin.

"Are you disgusted?"

"No, I'm not. I just can't imagine how hurt it is, but I can't do nothing about it to endure your pain."

"Bobby,"you turn your head so you could see his face in few centimeters. "Why don't you get me pregnant?"

"What?"

You smirked. You really love to tease him, because it's funny to see how surprised he is everytime you said the things like this. "I'm so done to feel this hurt once a month."

His hand was on your waist, then petting your stomatch gently so you feel a little bit good. You feel there is something flying in your stomatch, not sure it caused by cramp or not. You never understand what happen to yourself, or even know what kind of friendship you two had.

Bobby smiled softly while his hand busy petting your stomatch, try to endured the pain you had. Bobby really love this position, because he feel like you already his. He already know what the feeling he had back then but he never try to step forward or make it clear. He just scared that you're gonna rejected him, and you leave him after that.

Someone ever said, you could never being friend forever to opponent sex.

Maybe that's right.

Even Bobby never trying to said his feeling because he really know what are you thinking about him. You always said him such as playboy even fuckboy because Bobby always surrounded by the girls. Bobby really famous when it comes to the girls and there is many girls he dating for. But never long lasting, it always end up when the relationship just 2 days age. Or a week.

So Bobby keep it safe.

Being your best friend. Thanks to destiny that make you and Bobby being friend since childhood because you two are neighbourhood.

"What are we?"

Bobby always asking that question to you, everytime both of you spend the time together like this.

"What's more than best friend?"

You always clearly showed the line, to give him some realization. You and him always do the couple stuff together like cuddle, hugging, etc. But you don't want to involve feelings here because you scared to get hurt by him. So you dcided to being such denial.

"Bobby,"you called him, to make sure he's not sleeping yet. "Is Jennie birthday on sunday?"

"Yes,"replied Bobby, still petting your stomatch. "It's on X ballroom hotel."

"I heard you're gonna perform there?"

"How do you know?"

"Chanwoo said to me earlier,"you grinned.

"That's bastard,"said Bobby. You laughing as you heard him cursed.

"I'll coming."

"Are you serious? You told me before that you don't want to come."

"I will,"you said.

"You can listen my voice on live here, don't need a price to hear it like people do."

"I want to congratulate Jennie, not to see you."

"You mad?"

"No,"you replied him, bothered. "Shut up."

"You do mad."

"I'll kick you if you said that again."

Bobby chuckled again and hug you tightly. You can't breathe by his tight hug, but then Bobby let it go. Bobby still hug you but not tightly yet comfortably. "I'll be here because you sure need something to get on."

"I've been waiting for almost forever to hear you said that. I want ice cream, dude."

"Ten minutes,"then he put his head on yours and you smile so big.

You knew it's sound ridiculous when you and him do this stuff like a couple always do. But here is the concrete proof, you and him lying together on the bed like it was not a big thing. You still not understand if he really loves you or not, so you never asking about it to the point with him. You enjoy the moment with him without questioning, because you scared to be hurt by the fact you don't want to hear.

So you let it keep flowed. You feel grateful at least have the chance to being his best friend, that always be there everytime he needs something. You feel this position enough already, to suport him more and more. Like today, you decided to come to party where your friend is celebrating her birthday in the famous hotel.

""Jennie!"You hugged your friend, touch her back. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you,"said Jennie to you. "Are come here with Bobby?"

You nodded then shrugged your shoulder. "He forced to go along so."

Jennie smile. "I'm still envy to see you have a friend like him, you know."

"What's up!"

"Lisa!"

You and Jennie suddenly cheered up as someone join the conversation. You guys hugged enthusiastically, then took the drink to enjoy the birthday party. You guys looked so pretty in your outfit, shining that make attention to everyone that passed of you. They give you some stare because how interesting your gang right now.

You did not know while you just laughing and smile cheerily someone is watching you from afar, just to make sure you safe. His eyes following where you go, even though his body definitely still in the same spot with his gang that laugh and dumbing each other.

"Tell me who's the girl with Jennie and Rose?"

"Oh-ho, Mino. You want to close with her?"Suddenly Jinhwan laughing when he heard Mino said that.

"Yeah, do you guys know her?"

"You can ask to Bobby,"said Yunhyeong then he look over Bobby that drink calmly while his eye still watching you. "Also you can ask the permission."

Mino raised his eyebrow did not understand what does Yunhyeong meant. So he mocked Bobby. "Do you know her?"

Bobby turned his head to see his hyung. He did not realize his friends just hold their laughter to heard the conversation about. They watching Bobby expression when Mino asked that. "Oh, yeah."

"Can you...?"

"No,"suddenly Bobby said that with smile that show his big teeth. "She's such a breakdown. You're gonna regret it."

Hanbin and Yunhyeong laughing so hard when they heard Bobby said that. The guys already know what kind of Bobby response is if his friends keep asking him to make them close with you. They just love to teasing Bobby.

Bobby doesn't care as everyone keep calling and labelling him as a playboy wannabe in the school. Neither he doesn't give any damn as everyone keep spread the facts how many girls he slept to in school corridor. He just fine with the bad reputation he had.

But it's different when it comes to you.

Nobody would ever dare to touch you even a little bit from your hair since they know who are you for Bobby. Bobby really act different as someone tried to hurt you even bullied you because you really close to him. He ever broke up with the most popular girl in the school after he saw what the girl done to you in the school toilet.

You still remember how scarier Bobby face was, even though he didn't do something rude to the girl but he only look at her with cold gaze. Bobby holding your wet hands by the water they threw up to your body, his grip just too strong because he tried to handle his emotion.

Everyone held their breathe as they saw the girl caught off guard bullied you in the toilet, and Bobby came in with the anger expression you never had. Bobby didn't yelled or slapped his girlfriend. He only came to you, grabbed your hand then he look at the girl.

"Bobby, are you kidding me? Y/N just—"

"We're done."

Bobby cut fhe word coldly, make the girl shocked with mouth widely opened. The girl try to laugh awkwardly. "You must be kidding! We already dating for six months how could you do this do me? Bobby, listen—"

But when he was done, then he really mean it. Bobby take your hand and walk away past her without say anything. You just did not expected Bobby would broke up with the girl he was dating for long time in the first time. Also you feel respected for how gentleman he is, by not doing something rude physically to the girl. Bobby exactly respected women like a gentleman do eventhough he was a playboy though.

"Oh, my God. Isn't it Bobby on the stage right there?"

Suddenly the girls beside you become so loud, pointing the direction. You and your girls friend stop chatting, turn their head to see what the people mean about. As you can see, suddenly the area of surrounded stage just crowded by the girls who crushing over Bobby. They waiting impatiently, screaming enthusiastically to watch their crush singing.

When the instrument start to play, Bobby smiling while he touch the microphone on him. Everyone cheer up when he give a greeting. He smile widely, his bunny teeth showed while he does. "I'm gonna sing the song that I wrote by my own. You guys must be like it because it's first time I sing in public."

"He wrote song?"Lisa looking at you and shake her head proudy. "He really something."

You admit it in your heart, without say it loud to your girl friends. Bobby really different. Genius. Amazing. Bobby look so handsome over there, with black pushed-back hair that exposed his forehead and a piercing on his left corner eyebrow. He even look so flawless with his dark outfit, make him more attractive like he was superstar.

Come on baby, be my instrument tonight

Your line flows down between my fingers

Suddenly, you startled when you hear his husky voice start filled the room. You lifted your head to see him smile confidently, singing in low rhytm that really different from his usual singing style.

I wanna fall into your alluring eyes. I wanna kiss and hug u all night. I wanna smell your scent.

Cozily, just us two; riverview and red wine

Let me be your fireworks all night, paradise in your arms

Bobby sang it dedicatedly for someone. While he had singing the song, his eyes kept looking over the crowd. Trying to find the girl he is writing song for. He really wish the girl he is singing to listen what he is saying through his song. He want you to know how his feeling.

This is your song baby, I wrote it for you baby, I hope it reaches your ears; I pray.

The song reallly did came to your ears, and it made you frozen because you just don't know how to react to this song. You started to feel like this song made by Bobby's feeling for somone. You just standing there, watching how Bobby sing it sweetly, and you feel something flying in your stomatch.

"Let your emotions explode!"

Everyone screaming happily as Bobby scream the chorus, make the party more brightening. Finally Bobby found you in the middle of crowd, standing and looking at him intensely. Bobby can't keep his smile when he knew that you really watching him there.

Light my fuse

Just stay by my side

Close your eyes and come into my arms

Bobby closed his eye while he repeating the chorus, the moments he had with you playing back in his head unstoppable. He still remember how smooth your skin on his fingertips, how soft and good scent your hair is, how warm your hug and how bright his day because your smile. He just can't hold it any longer. He desperately want you so bad but he doesn't want to push you to accept his feeling.

You just same. You standing there with no reaction as your friends did because you have enchanted to see him looked so desperately in love. You just scared your feeling, still denial and didn't allowed your thought to think that this song is for you. You just start to think, and guessing who is the girl gonna Bobby write the song for.

Is it his exes? Or maybe he just getting with someone else right now?

I wanna see you from closer when our lips touch

Wrap your arms around my neck

Let’s swim as we become one

If it's for someone else but why are you thinking the memories you had been with him back then? You laughing yourself in your heart, feel embarassed to think that your playboy best friend do love you like you do. Impossible.

Bobby almost finished his song. The instrument still keep playing, so he take the mic closer to his mouth. He staring you from afar, and his lips start to open.

"A lot of girls might be thinking this song is about them,"he said.

Your eyes meet his when he said that, and you felt your heart suddenly stop beating like its forget how to do the job. But you can't move away your gaze to him, and he still looking at you seriously. "But let's not get confused. This song is for you, best I ever had."

Then he smiled widely, and the crowd cheering so loud. You still there, watching him go down stage and everyone go after him.

"Does he looked at you?"Rose touch your shoulder and she shaked her head disbelief.

"Y/N, he is so fuckin in love with you,"said Lisa.

"I can tell."Agreed Jennie.

You laughing awkwardly, trying to clear up your mind. "I don't think he was looked at me. There is many people here. It's not me."

"Ah, come on, denial girl,"said Lisa while she shake her short hair. "Why you always being ignorant to him?"

"Excuse me,"suddenly Mino appeared next to you. You and your friends look at him directly. You nodded. "Are you from YG School like Jennie?"

"Yes, I am,"you nodded.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Mino, Jennie's cousin."

You give a polite smile and accept his handshake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you too."

"You look so flawless here, and I think I have interest to you. How to get your contact?"

"Oppa, don't you dare to my friend,"Jennie hit Mino slowly. Mino grinned to his cousin, ignored her. Then he grabbed your hand, took the pen from his pocket jacket and started writing something on your palm quickly. In few seconds, you saw a line of number.

"Call me, baby girl?"

You smiled as you see him wink and leave you after give you a kiss on your backhand. Rose and Lisa started to teasing you while Jennie keep cursing his cousin. "So..."

"Do you want to get close with him?"

"Don't let him, Y/N. He such an alligator."

"His vibe remind me of Bobby too,"added Rose.

You shrugged your shoulder. "I don't know. Why don't we get a drink?"

"Y/N, it's twelve. Let's go home."

You turned your head as you heard the familiar voice, saw Bobby behind you. You raised your eyebrow, suddenly you felt your face getting red when you see his eyes with no reason.

"Ah, so sad our time is over, Y/N. See you then,"teased Jennie, smirked when she saw Bobby.

You rolled your eyes when you got teased, while Bobby smile attractively to your friends. Rose and Lisa give a high five to Bobby, give him a warm greet. After congratulated and hugged Jennie, both of you quitted the party. You two walking together left the hotel, with his jacket over your small body.

"Honestly I'm surprised you made it on your own."

Suddenly you broke the cold vibes that wrapped both of you. You watched Bobby walked slowly to balancing your step, yet he didn't said anything.

"Did you gave your number to Mino?"

You raised your eyebrow, realized that Bobby saw it. You smirked, trying to teased him. "Is it problem to gave him my number?"

Bobby looked at you seriously. "He such an playboy, you know."

You laughed. "Then what are you worried about? I've been spent my life with a playboy next to me since I was child. I'm immune already, that thing won't affected me at all."

Bobby chuckled, while watching you started to tied your hair down with the hair-tie you had in. You didn't now realize how bright Bobby's eye while he watched you do the stuff, adoring you like you are the prettiest angel being. Then you looked at Bobby, caught him off-guard watched you.

You two already came in your front house. Bobby came closer to you, that you can smell his perfume. You lifted your head because his height, then he staring at you deeply. So deep that you can't move your body and your eye either. Bobby touched and lifted your chin, then he getting close to you. It's only a few centimeters untill your lips meet, but then you move your head.

"Good night, Bobby,"you whispered suddenly.

You moved far from him, leave him just to avoid him. You just can't let him see how red your face right now and how nervous you are unconditionally. You just want to—

But in the second, you already on his hug and your lip was on his.

You frozen, even did not close your eyes while your lips tied up by his lips and tongue. You could feel how gently his tongue moved inside your mouth, that make your stomatch filled with butterflies.

So good.

Then you closed your eyes, got flowed by his kissing. You could feel his hand pushed your back so you can get closer to him while the other hand push your neck so he can go intense with your lips. You startled when his tongue played over your tongue, tied it down till you lost your breath. You lost your breath, when he let go your lip as he know you need oxygen. He leaned his forehead to yours, his hand cupped your cheek to look at him. Your eyes met his again, and you could feel how warm Bobby's breath on your face.

Bobby touched your nose with his nose. You and him sharing the oxygen, give some strange feeling about how close both your face right now. You felt how warm Bobby's hand on your blushing cheek right now, and how deep Bobby's eye right now.

Before you said anything, Bobby placed his head on your shoulder. You felt ticklish by the way Bobby's breath upon your neck, so warm that give you some goosebumps. Also his hair tip touch your cheek softly that you can smell his hair scent familiarly.

"Y/N,"he called your name so soft almost like he whispered.

You realized how tense your shoulder right now by his acted. You gulped your saliva, trying to calm your feeling right now. You tried to touch Bobby's hair even it's shaking because feel nervous after kissing. Then Bobby lifted his head. He staring at you desperately, but didn't said anything. He just bited his tongue, trying to hold his words after his feeling. You still looked at him, then tried to smile like nothing's happen.

"Go home, your aunty must be at home."

Bobby suddenly smile at you, peacefully. He then pat your head softly, then turn back. You watched him cross the street, open the gate. You two staring from metres away, waving goodbye then come in to your own home. You didn't realize your hair-tie had moved to his wrist, since he was kissed you before. While you two close your own door, both of you just can't handle your smile. Without any reason, you feel your cheek hotter than usual. It must be red right now.

Now you two can't denied it was not only a 'friends' thing you used to do.

It's something special, that you two know what's the thing called about. You can also hear it in the silences.

You're in love.

—To Be Continued—

[lilhwahwa]

White Hemlock, 2 - 𝙋.𝙎𝙃

WARNING: mafia au! Strong language! BLOOD! liddol angst? Liddol fluffy. Not proof read o.o

MASTERLIST 

Previous part

Summary from last part: Y/N’s family gets threatened by an anonymous number. Y/N has to poison Seonghwa and knock him out temporarily in order to keep everyone safe, but gets caught slipping the poisonous herb into his tea which lead to a rather heated confrontation in his home office at dawn. 

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That night, when you had returned from the bathroom in your and Seonghwa's shared room, you found him gone. A part of you was relieved, knowing that meant his confrontation wouldn't continue longer than it already had. But another part of you, your heart specifically, kept aching for the man you loved to come back soon and hold you in his warm embrace. Where was he anyway? Was he going to go after the people who sent you the messages? If that was the case, you knew it would be impossible to stop him once he started, aware of his need to finish tasks thoroughly.  

You had heard shuffling in your shared bedroom after Seonghwa instructed you to go clean up in the bathroom. And after the confrontation in his office, you had no intentions to argue further and did as instructed. You splashed cold water onto your face with shaky hands, mind replaying the moment your lover had connected the metal tip of his gun to your temple, his loaded gun. The wooden door of your bedroom shutting close brought you back to reality. He had left for the night.

You sighed, twisting and turning in your bed as scenarios of Seonghwa getting beaten by big, scary guys played out before your closed eyes. Harshly cold shivers ran down your legs and spine every time you imagined his stoic face twist in pain and instead kept your eyes opened, not wanting to see such a sight again. 'How ironic, you were going to poison him anyway...' you thought to yourself, chest still heavy with guilt as you realized how close you were to hurting your loved one. Your hand desperately rubbed at the ache in your stomach in small circular motions, the action being ineffective as the tightness spread to your chest, pressing you down further into the soft mattress as if a heavy weight had been placed on top of you.

If it weren't for the long and dark drapes hanging over the windows in your room, you'd think it was still night time, mere minutes having passed since you went to bed. Yet no sleep had made it even close to you even after hours, only melancholic thoughts of Seonghwa getting hurt, there to entertain your exhausted brain. At this point it was torture. Should you call him? Would he even answer? No, he would probably be angry still.

As you sighed, ready to turn to your other side again, you heard faint footsteps slowly growing louder as they approached your bedroom. The marble floor outside helped you make a perfect calculation of how far away this person was, and just as the door flew open, your eyes shut tightly, every muscle in your body squeezing tightly as you tensed up.

"Fucking hell-" a low curse sounded in the otherwise silent room. Seonghwa's shallow breaths filled the rest of the silence as you heard him shuffle to what seemed the bathroom. 'Correct', you thought as the bathroom door shut closed.  

Did Seonghwa fall for that? Did he think you had fallen asleep? You felt almost proud of having fooled him for once, mind racing back to the few times you pretended to be asleep. Those times always ended up with Seonghwa's lips turning up into a cocky smirk as he attacked your sensitive sides with tickles, refusing to let go of your shaking form until tears were streaming down your face from the laughter. No matter how unpleasant it felt, you always looked forward to the soft kiss he sealed his actions with.

You were brought out of your thoughts when a pained groan weakly made its way through the bathroom door.  Your brows knitted together in concern as you sat up immediately. Had you heard it correctly or was it your mind playing games on your exhausted state?

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed as another groan made its way to you. Eyebrows furrowed and nerves eating away at your stomach, you carefully stepped over to the bathroom. With a shaky hand, you push down on the door handle, revealing a sickening sight. Seonghwa sat on the closed toilet lid. Crimson red blood trickled down his lips and chin before joining messily at his neck, running down and under his white dress shirt that was soaked in dried blood already.

"S-Seonghwa?" your bottom lip quivered as you stood frozen at the door frame. At that moment he seemed to stop his cleaning up process, hand pausing in the air as he acknowledged your presence. Fuck, he had forgotten to lock the door.

"Leave," he grumbled before pressing a cotton pad to his nose, tilting his head back slightly as the white material quickly absorbed the flow of blood from his nose. You didn't even acknowledge the tears threatening to spill from you as your chest forgot to rise, forgot to take a breath. A harsh sounding and tight-throated sob leaves your lips as it all comes crashing down. It was not your initial discomfort for blood, but rather his blood that made your hands tremble as you took another step closer to him.

"I said leave," he spits, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle cleaning up and seeing you cry at the same times. Knowing he'd rather bleed out comforting you, than tending to his wounds.

"N-no," you sniffle and come even closer, collecting yourself with a shaky breath as your eyes searched for more cotton pads and the hydrogen peroxide liquid, having heard from Hongjoong once or twice that it was used to stop blood quicker. With shaky hands, you reach out to his face and cringe as your hands touch the warm and soaked cotton pad, removing it from his bloody nose and throwing it away into the sink. You swallowed back a pained sob that threatened to leave your lips when you saw the blossoming purple bruise around his left eyes. Your bottom lip quivered, but you said nothing as you grabbed a new cotton pad, twisting it into a small string and pouring the liquid onto it before gently pushing it into his nose.

You looked down at your bloodied hands and then back at his face. Seonghwa had closed his eyes again, trying his best to stop any emotions from being able to enter and leave him. He knew he had to think logically from now on, and seeing your heartbroken form would do the exact opposite, he'd snap in mere seconds.

You reach out gently, placing your hand on his sharp jaw, gently as if he was made out of porcelain. You still found him breathtaking, and despite the circumstances, you couldn't help but look down at his plump, slightly chapped, lips.

"Hwa," you whispered more to yourself, voice breaking. You shook your head when you were met with silence, knowing you had to do something to help him. It's the least you could do. With that, you reached for a small towel, turning away from Seonghwa to wet the rough material with warm water. Without questioning your actions, Seonghwa opened his cold eyes to observe, letting you do whatever it is you planned to. You avoided his cold gaze, not wanting to be reminded of your earlier confrontation.

With a shaky hand, you gently cleaned the drying blood away from his face with the towel, careful not to overstep his boundaries. For every second that Seonghwa watched your face twisted in concentration, he felt the ice around his heart melt off piece by piece until...

"Baby-" he whispered, eyes back to his warm and softly round ones. The same eyes as when you had worn his hoodie at home for the first time or when you told him you loved him. You almost thought that you had imagined it out of desperation, not stopping your process for even a second. Seonghwa couldn’t deny himself anymore and sighed, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh with a satisfied hum.

Your eyes quickly jumped to his, brows furrowed as you wondered what it is that he wanted. "D-did it hurt? I'm so sorry, I just-" you rambled, only stopping when Seonghwa sat up and reached forward to finally place his lips on yours. The initial contact was sloppy and you could feel your nose press against his cheek uncomfortably. Yet that didn't stop a big wave of warmth from spreading through your body as if a firework had exploded inside of you. You gasped and before you could comprehend what was happening, Seonghwa had you straddling his thighs, pulling away for a second to reposition the both of you before reconnecting your lips in a much deeper kiss. Despite the confusion and fear to hurt him, you also couldn't deny that this is what you wanted right now. You dropped the dirty towel on the floor and reached forward to wrap your arms around his neck, careful in case he had more injuries.  

Soft mewls left your lips as his digits dug into your flesh, holding onto you as if you'd run away.

"I took care of them, all of them" he whispered against your lips, moving down to press his lips to the base of your neck. "What do y-you me-" you tried asking but instead let out a low moan as he bit down on your skin. Seonghwa smirked at your reactions proudly, tongue sticking out to lick a long stripe of skin right up to your jaw, humming to himself as he felt you melt in his arms.

"You don't wanna know what I did to them...," he mutters, pulling away to finally get a look at your dishevelled form. Lips slightly swollen and cheeks flushed from the intensity of his kiss. Somehow the information only shot another wave of warmth through your body and this time it was you that launched forward to press your lips to his, for a second taking Seonghwa by surprise. Yet he had no problem taking the control right back from you as he squeezed down on your thigh. His tongue snaked into your mouth as you gasped, a low groan left his throat as everything around you seemed to turn black, only you and him existed in this close and intimate moment.

Seonghwa pulled away with a heavy breath, eyes lustful. You sat back with your hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily as well. Both of you felt alive, awake and alive despite not having gotten any sleep. Your eyes didn't leave Seonghwa's and you swore you saw the second his rounded eyes changed back to the colder and stoic eyes from earlier.

"...And you, still have a lesson to learn,"

[anotherriceball0326]

***SPOILER ALERT***

This is a short Fruits Basket fanfiction that I've been working on. It takes place shortly after the group returns from the beachhouse. This is my very first time writing fanfiction so please be kind. I'm always open to constructive criticism/suggestions to improve my writing. It's a work in progress so new chapters be released asap.Hope you all enjoy what I've written ❤.

Summary

While Shigure is away for the weekend, Kyou sees the time alone as the perfect opportunity to confess his true feelings to Tohru. Sadly, his plans are quickly extinguished by a group of uninvited guests.

Chapter one: "I Need to. Talk to You"

It was a crisp, Autumn night. The moments they shared at the beachhouse were now precious memories. It was time to put Summer behind them and focus on what's ahead.

Shigure was gone for the weekend at a writers convention, leaving the teenagers home alone. It was the first time they were entrusted to be left alone for more than a few hours and they didn't want to screw it up.

Yuki was looking forward to some quiet time where he could focus on his school work, student counsel priorities and prepare for his upcoming exams. Tohru, of course, was still adamant about getting housework done.

And Kyou....well Kyou wanted nothing more than for that damn rat to disappear for the weekend with Shigure so he could really enjoy this time with Tohru... but the current circumstances would have to do.

"I'll be upstairs if you need me Ms. Honda." Yuki smiled, but quickly changed his tone after glancing at Kyou "Don't do anything reckless, stupid cat."

The nerve of this guy!

"Grrr.... SHUT UP YOU DAMN RAT! WHAT I DO IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Kyou shouted. He knew that Yuki was just trying to screw with his head, but he wouldn't let him ruin this.

Not tonight. Not this moment.

This was the first time Kyou had been alone with Tohru since the beach house. The first time he'd been alone with her since he finally admitted to himself that he loved her.

He loved her... he loved her so much.

It was so easy for him to say that in his head. It was so clear to him now. Why had it taken him so long to come to that realization? Why had he not figured it out sooner?

There was so much time that he wasted trying to pretend as though he felt indifferent. Hell, it took him months to admit that he even considered her a friend. How long had he felt this way? How long had he longed to pull her in close.... how long had he wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go? How long had he wanted to feel her soft, rosy lips against his?

Kyou's heart began to race as thoughts of their first embrace played out in his head. He felt his palms begin to sweat. He knew something about this moment felt different. Almost like something big was about to happen. That thought scared the crap out of him.

"Kyou? You okay? You don't look too good.." Tohru asked.

"Huh?...Oh uh....no! I mean..... Yes...." Kyou felt himself start to panic. What the hell was he doing? This is Tohru. The girl he's grown so comfortable sharing everything with... The girl who saw his true form. The girl who accepted him at his ugliest and most terrifying.... Why is he suddenly unable to speak to her without sounding like a complete idiot?

He knew why... he knew that this moment was different. She was no longer just his warm hearted friend that was easy to talk to or a kind soul that he could vent his problems to...

No... she was so much more than that now. He now felt the overwhelming feelings of desire. The desire to make her his forever and to never leave her side. The desire to hold her in his arms and drown her in his affection.

The thought of it made his ears feel hot and brought redness to his face, but also an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he may throw up if he uttered a single syllable.

"Okay, well... as long as you're sure" Tohru hesitated. "I'm just gonna start dinner, okay?"

Say something, idiot!

"L…let me help. "Kyou finally released a coherent sentence.

Tohru's face lit up. "That would be wonderful!" She exclaimed.

Damn it.... why does she have to be so cute.

He always thought Tohru was cute of course. That day she discovered their secret, he remembered thinking those thoughts. Her cuteness was obvious. Anyone with half a brain could see that.

But now... now he saw her as a woman. He noticed every small detail about her. The smell of her strawberry scented hair. The way her hair flowed as she flipped it away from her face. The adorable crinkle in her nose when she thought something was really funny. The melodic sound of her voice when she said his name. The warmth of her brown eyes as she listened with sincerity. The sway of her hips as she walked...

Stop! Stop it you pervert!

Kyou hated having those thoughts about her. The thoughts that extended beyond her cuteness. The thoughts that made him desire her in a way that he's never wanted any girl.

It felt wrong. It felt wrong because Tohru was so pure and innocent. He didn't want to taint the image of such a perfect person.

But he couldn't help it. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. All to himself.

That must be what love is. Kyou had never fallen in love before, not like this. Only love that was shared between a parent and their child or a platonic love that you have for your friends.

Okay, snap out of it or Tohru will worry.

Kyou began helping Tohru in the kitchen by chopping vegetables. His hands shook dramatically as he worked but he did his best to control himself. He tried to use the breathing techniques that his Master had taught him over the years.

Tonight needs to be the night. She needs to know how I'm feeling.

Kyou was beginning to suspect that Tohru possibly shared some of the same feelings he had for her. He noticed the way she looked at him sometimes and how bashful she became when they accidentally touched or how flustered she would get after he teased her.

I need to know. Honestly, what do I have to lose?

Kyou looked over at Tohru. The steam from the pot of stew she was making left a thin layer of sweat on her face. He could not help but stare and admire the beautiful features of her face. Even drenched in sweat, she was perfect.

“Kyou? Are you sure you're okay?” Tohru questioned, looking even more concerned than she did earlier. “You look like you're about to pass out. Are you feeling under the weather?”

As she said that, Tohru placed a hand on Kyou's forehead. It sent a shiver down his spine. Even just a hand to his forehead was enough to weaken his resolve.

“I said I’m fine….quit your worrying, okay?” Kyou smiled and grabbed Tohru’s hand as he removed it from his forehead.

Instead of immediately letting her hand go, he hesitated. He looked down at her soft, petite hands and smiled.

“You really do worry too much.” He said as he finally released her hand, hoping she didn't notice him shaking

“Okay. Well in that case, thank you for helping me tonight. It's always more fun when I get to cook with you.” She beamed.

I can't take this anymore! This is torture! I need to. .. No! It's too soon….

“Of course, dummy. What else would I be doing?” Kyou joked as he playfully bonked her on the head with a closed fist.

Kyou finished helping Tohru with dinner. They ate together with Yuki and mostly exchanged small talk that involved asking each other how their day went and sharing things that had been happening at school. Kyou was secretly begging for Yuki to leave so he could be alone with Tohru.

But how would I even start? Where do I begin? Do I just tell her in the kitchen or do I take her somewhere romantic? What if rat boy heard? Ugh! This is so confusing….

Kyou sat there, mostly silent as he contemplated how he was going to tell her.

“Are you all done, Kyou?” Tohru asked

“Uh…um…oh yeah, sorry. Here, I'll clean up.” He responded

“Thank you so much, but I don't mind helping" Tohru said as she stood up.

Before she could walk into the kitchen, Kyou extended his arm out to stop her. He was unable to make eye contact so instead he looked at the floor as he spoke.

“Tohru…I…I need to talk to you…about something important. I was thinking. . Would it be okay for us to go and talk on the roof. You know…so we're alone? Kyou’s voice shook as he finally gathered the courage.

Tohru’s eyes widened. He could immediately tell she was surprised by his request. They’ve had conversations up on the roof before, but never any that were planned. Kyou wondered if she knew what he wanted to say.

“Of course! Let me just go and grab a sweater. You should grab one too, Kyou! It's a little chilly out tonight.”Tohru replied with a glimmer in her eyes.

Kyou suddenly felt a flutter in his chest

This is it…this is my chance!

Kyou finished cleaning up as quickly as he could. He ran to his bedroom, grabbed a warm sweater and sprayed just the smallest splash of cologne on his neck.

His heart was pounding.

He met Tohru downstairs. She was wearing an adorable pink fluffy sweater that he wanted to fall into.

Kyou smirked as his nose quickly filled with the aroma of perfume, which he knew wasn't there earlier. His confidence grew even more knowing that she was putting in the effort the way he had.

“Shall we?” Kyou asked as he extended his arm for her to hold so he could escort her outside.

Tohru giggled as she grabbed his arm “Yes, let's go.“

As they approached the front of the house,  they were suddenly startled by a loud knock at the door.

Who could that be? And at this hour?

As Kyo opened the door, his heart immediately sank.

“Yo.” A deep voice exclaimed. Despite it being so dark, Kyou immediately knew it was the voice of Hatsuharu. At the door stood Hatsuharu, Momiji, Kagura, Arisa, and Saki. They all carried small overnight bags.

“What the hell are you all doing here?! Do you not realize how late it is?!” Kyo growled. 

“We’re here to party!” Momiji shouted as he jumped up and down. Momiji grabbed Tohru by the hands. “We’re going to have so much fun this weekend, Tohru! We’ll dance and start a campfire and roast marshmallows and...ooooo maybe even watch a scary movie! This is going to be so much fun!”

Yuki came down the stairs quickly after hearing all the commotion. “What's going on?” he asked.

“We heard you guys were going to be lonely all weekend so we came to keep you company.” Said Hatsuharu with a blank stare on his face.

ALONE…. WE WERE GOING TO BE ALONE… YOU MORON!

Kyou looked at Tohru. He wondered if she could see the disappointment painted all over his face. Tohru looked back at Kyou with a big goofy smile and squeezed his arm.

She unlocked arms with Kyou and began to greet all her friends.

"Welcome everyone!" She exclaimed as she helped them with their things. 

[chocobo-sunshine]

Hi! I'm loving the blog and was wondering if I could get a little Valentine's Day angst (with perhaps a fluffy ending because I'm a sucker for love lol)? I chose the following line... “i never asked for you to give me the world. all i’ve wanted is you.” And the character is Gladio ^_^ thanks and happy hearts day!

Thank you so much, dear ♥ Sorry if this came a little too late for Valentine’s Day! ;; Still, I hope you enjoy it! ♥

“I never asked for you to give me the world. All I wanted was just YOU!” {Gladiolus x reader}

Things weren’t going right.

As you stared outside the window of your little apartment in Lestallum, your eyes drowned into the endless darkness that embraced the world. Your sighing was by now ordinary and regular, as a ritual that enshrined the hope of chasing that nightmare away. But it never happened, of course.

Seven years had passed since the day Eos had seen the light for the last time. Everything has been sad since then. You met the guys – Prompto, Ignis and Gladiolus – at a very hard time in your and their life. You were a Hunter, one of the most refined one, and you tried to help people out in any time you could. You had your base set in Lestallum, one of the last humankind’s outpost still standing. You earned your living by accepting every request you could, but that tired yourself up in an unimaginable way, so much that you almost died for it: during one of the most dangerous ones – against a whole bunch of Necromancers – your body couldn’t bear the exhaustion. The Six were merciful with you, and you found yourself safe in the ever courageous and sadly handsome one’s arms. That’s how you get to know Gladiolus.

With his rugged scars and pain in the eyes, you were drawn forcefully to him, as if he could have been the only light in your cloudy life. Gladio too started hanging around you, attracted to you possibly twice as much as you were to him.

You thought you could find happiness, and you both did for quite some time. You were happy when he kissed you for the first time after a long hunt; you felt cheerful when he started holding your hand with even the others around, and finally introduced you as his partner; your life seemed complete when you made love in your little room, where he had you like you where his air, his only reason to breathe. It all made you complete.

But things changed, eventually.

You knew you couldn’t stay like that forever, not with the glimpse of distress always lingering in his eyes. When you started to notice, Gladiolus had already begun to leave you behind. He took hunts on his own, at times leaving without even warn you, his kiss became sporadic, nights were rough and only physical.

“Every day tastes just the same”, you thought every time you woke up. Yet, you didn’t have the courage to confront him, for you perfectly knew where all this bitterness came from: Prince Noctis had disappear, night were eternal, and his lifetime friends were just no longer that united as they were before. All his world seemed to have crushed upon him, and you knew you couldn’t do anything for him.

Yet, you truly loved him. Your resolution made you make up your mind. You wanted to speak with him, and make things work out for the two of you.

San Valentine’s Day came just right. You were sure nobody even counted days anymore, but that served your purpose. Gladiolus was away, as always, but you were sure he would have come back for that time they kept calling ‘evening’. With the money you saved you could afford a little piece of milk chocolate, the rarest of products in those days.

Waiting for him to come back was the most painful thing that happened to you for a while. What if he didn’t want to see you again? What if something happened to him, and you were just standing there, waiting? What if, what if, what if… The buzzing in your head filled your hears, and your stomach was contracted by tension, and only Gladio’s slow steps outside the door could calm you down.

As he opened the door you stood up, trying to put up a smile on your face. “Welcome home!” you said, trying to sound cheerful, but the result could have been better judging from his expression. He didn’t lighten up not a little bit, he just nodded and lowed his gaze.

For a second, you though that would be the end. You already felt tears pushing behind your eyelids, but you bit the bullet and let it slip. For the next five minutes, your brain examined at least a hundred questions to start a conversation, but that just wouldn’t work. You swallowed your fear and went directly to the point.

“We need to talk, Gladio”, you said firmly, and finally you got him interested in you, as it was the first time he saw you. The determination in your eyes made him turn to face you. He seated on a chair, and you did the same, looking straight into his eyes.“Well?”. He looked at you with his eyebrow raised, and you had to took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I… I feel like something’s wrong” you started with a trembling voice. Your hands were shaking – you were so scared! – but you needed to work up the courage. “I mean… Between us”.

He huffed, making a mocking smile. You really couldn’t understand him. Why would he let you out of his life?

“Okay, listen to me. I know things are difficult for you, but you aren’t making this any better, even for me. I really want to make things work between us, but I can’t if you keep shutting me out of your mind”. Without even notice you had started fidgeting, but it hadn’t got better even with your saying that simple but painful line.

“I can see how you try to bear all the pain inside your heart on your own, but… I think it doesn’t work like this, not as I can see it”. Your words seemed to flow out of your mouth without control, and you could feel your eyes get drenched as he looked at you like you were a complete stranger.

“You can’t understand”. He shook his head, ready to leave his place, when you suddenly jumped on your feet. You couldn’t control the tears anymore, and you heart felt like it couldn’t take it anymore.

“THEN MAKE ME!” you shouted, crying your lungs out. Gladiolus wasn’t expecting that from you, the ever gentle and calm Hunter that made his heart feel again. He stood up too, trying to reach you with his hand, but you instinctively took a step back.

“Y/n…”

“Why do you push me away? Why don’t you let me embrace you and tell you everything will be alright? Why…” you cried, covering your face with your hands. You didn’t mean to cry in front of him, you weren’t supposed to show him how much pain you hooded in your heart, but you couldn’t stop it. You could hear his sigh and the hesitation in his voice when he spoke again.

“I can’t give you what you’re asking for”. You couldn’t help but screaming again.

“I never asked for you to give me the world. All I wanted was just YOU!”. After that, you collapsed on your knees, sobbing and shivering. Your cry was the was the only sound audible. You stayed there, freeing your lungs and heart from all the distress and the nerves accumulated. After a time that seemed eternal, you felt the mighty arms of the man you loved around your shoulders. He posed a soft and quite reluctant kiss on your forehead before hugging you for so long, your heartbeats synchronized as you stand close to each other, as it didn’t happen since a while.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered in your ear, tightening his wrap while wiping your tear with a gentle touch. “I’m sorry” he kept saying, and even if the moment wasn’t right, you felt like smiling. You raised you head, facing him. He was crying too. You could see the black that hid in his soul flowing away with them. You caressed gently his cheek, felling his beard under your touch, tasting with your eyes every single trait of his face.

“Would you like to try to get past this together?”, you inquired, your voice stumbled showing how much you feared for the answer. That answer came as a kiss, a long and passionate kiss. This wasn’t only physical, you could feel it. You let him take you in his arms, lifting you as you were the most light of feathers.

That night was a night of reconciliation and catching up, a night of love, mostly. Kisses rained like a waterfall on both of you, your hands found comfort in the other’s ones, and your bodies and souls finally felt complete in each other.

Long hours passed, but you couldn’t say how many, especially when you fell asleep. You woke up undressed, remembrance of the time just passed, wrapped in your love’s arms. You smiled lovingly, getting closer to him. He moved a little in his sleep, and muttered a little something that put tears of happiness in your eyes.

“I love you”