#look at that smexy expression i can hear this gif

[deathberi]

#jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #anime gif #animeedit #eri gifs #anime #* #ohh boii did i sit down and catch up for HIM #look at that smexy expression i can hear this gif #sukuna sinday

[e-dubbc11]

happy saturday lovely ericca! sorry that your thor plans fell through but i'm happy that it means we get to spend more time together! ❤️

for the asks, can you tell me your favourite headcanons 🥰 or thots 🥵 for our gorgeous mr russo?

My lovely lovely Mindi!

I am so happy you asked for these and they were such fun to come up with, I hope you like them and maybe I’ll even make a part 2. 💕😘 And you asking for these really made my day. ❤️❤️❤️

Headcanons for Billy Russo

Now, these are for MY Billy Russo because I believe him to be sweet, loving and doting but not completely without flaws because he does have flaws and issues but he’s constantly working on that…for you.

I do mention some of these in my fic Say It Again. We’ll start out with those…

He spoils you rotten - gifts, jewelry, flowers

Brings you take out after a long day at work along with a bouquet of flowers

Makes you nighttime tea

Takes very good care of you when you don’t feel well

Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch

Brings you coffee at your office every morning

Surprises you at work sometimes with lunch, flowers or both

Sets the table for dinner even if it’s just Chinese food

He loves taking you to VERY nice places for dinner dates but also loves hole in the wall bars/restaurants for more casual dates

Always has to touch you in some way - public, private, it doesn’t matter, the man always has his hands on you

Secretly loves when you play with his hair and/or stroke his beard with your thumbs

I believe Billy (like Ben Barnes) has a lovely singing voice so karaoke is a blast with him and sometimes you catch him singing at home when he thinks you aren’t paying attention or when he’s in the shower.

He knows you LOVE when he reads to you and absolutely LOVES when you read to him

He’s all about forehead kisses and top of the head kisses

Cherishes every single time you fall asleep on his chest

Loves to touch your face when he kisses you

Ok now it’s time for flirty/smexy Billy…

The man constantly flirts with you - he loves cheesy pick up lines to be funny and cute. He will go to lengths to get you to roll your eyes at him.

“Baby, feel my shirt. Know what it’s made out of? Boyfriend material.”

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

You try your hardest not to laugh but you can’t help yourself and neither can he.

He likes being in control in the bedroom

Loves hearing you during sex - and tells you to be vocal “I wanna hear you, Princess.”

Loves to whisper smexy things in your ear at inappropriate times to tease you - like dinner dates with his potential clients

Although he loves to be in control, he likes when you’re on top - he loves to look up at your face when you fall apart all over his cock

Always wants to know what you like or don’t like in bed because he aims to please

Well groomed - everywhere (wink wink 😉)

Loves to watch you suck his soul out of his dick and praise you while you do it

Calling him “Mr. Russo” makes him absolutely feral

It makes him hard to see your jealous reaction to women flirting with him

Billy is not without flaws

Hates when you don’t call or text back right away

Can be possessive and jealous - Hates when other men look at you or try to talk to you

Has a hard time expressing himself through words, difficulty opening up at first

We all know Billy was a marine so he can defend himself and defend you but also always wants to show you how to defend yourself.

Play wrestling always turns into him showing you moves to protect yourself

He doesn’t go easy on you either which is a little scary but hot at the same time

VERY protective of you

Sleeping next to him

Loves to watch you sleep and holds you VERY close while you sleep

Always wants you to wake him up if you have to get out of bed for any reason

It worries him if he ever wakes up and you’re not next to him

He has nightmares sometimes (I have a fic about this)

And fights…

Fights with Billy can be intense

But he’s always VERY sorry afterwards

And really really hates when you’re mad at him

I hope you enjoy my Billy Russo headcanons, and like I said, maybe I’ll even make a part 2 because I just love him so much!

#billy russo headcanons #billy russo #the punisher #he’s so smexy #ben barnes

[sultryvodka]

𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝

warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)

| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |

armin arlert

• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.

• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀

• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.

• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.

• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.

• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.

• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)

• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.

• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.

• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child

• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.

• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.

• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^

• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.

colt grice

• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention

• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.

• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!

• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.

• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.

• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧

• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.

• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.

• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.

• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.

• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.

• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.

• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.

• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.

eren jaeger

• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm

• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.

• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)

• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.

• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.

• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.

• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.

• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.

• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little

• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.

• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.

• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.

• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.

• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.

• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.

jean kirschtein

• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.

• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!

• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.

• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺

• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.

• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.

• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.

• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.

• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.

• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.

• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.

• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.

• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.

• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.

• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.

porco galliard

• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.

• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.

• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.

• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.

• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.

•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.

•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.

•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.

•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.

•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.

•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.

•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.

•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.

•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.

i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️

#aot headcanons #aot x you #armin headcanons #armin arlert fluff #colt headcanons #colt grice fluff #eren headcanons #eren jaeger fluff #jean headcanons #jean kirschtein fluff #porco headcanons #porco galliard fluff #🌸☁️ works

[kiirokero]

Outro: Love is Not Over (5)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Oh boy, self doubt, A LOT of it. angsty, momma y/n isn’t doing too good, mentions of anxiety, allusions to worthlessness, just a lot of bad intrusive thoughts that are very degrading (and not in the smexy way)

Word Count: 1.1k

Note: I have a website that calculates my word count for stories, but it also tells me the most used word. 1.4% of this chapter is the word “Yunho” lol

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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      Being an adult was exhausting. Especially the part where you pretend that you're listening when the bank teller states you should’ve cashed in your paycheck 2 days ago to get a lesser fee. Thanks Pat, I’ll think of that next time I’m working my ass off and talking care of a six-year-old, lovely advice, you are so helpful. 

     But it was enough to distract me from the underlying inferiority I felt every time I saw a dog hybrid in passing, even if it was just for a bit. I understood that the trend today was short fur and undercuts, but what if their fur was short for a bigger reason? Was it just their style or was it practical? Is long fur bad for your health? 

      These questions never left my head as I got some time to myself. I was on my way to pick up Yunho from his little daycare adventure. Hyejin texted me occasionally throughout the day, giving me updates about how Yunho was doing. Every picture she sent had a smiling golden retriever boy who looked more than okay, perfectly happy and healthy. 

      However, it pained me that seeing him sport his long fur stirred up insecurity in me. It was like a taunt. Words playing in the back of my head, telling me I was an incapable mother, that Yunho deserved better, that when he grows up and sees these pictures, he’ll resent you. 

      Like the laughter of a jester, I was calling myself stupid, unworthy. Every single thing I’ve done imperfectly played in my head like a twisted movie from hell. Look, look, look. Look how incapable you are. Look how badly you're raising your son. Look at your failures. 

      Even if I turned on the radio, I could still hear my subconscious toying with me. Like a fly in a tarantula’s nest. Why has one person's observation affected me so much? A couple words and my resolve suddenly came crashing down? Maybe it was the one spark that needed to set off the explosion. All the TNT, lined up from previous nights consumed by irrational thoughts, now finally igniting. “You’re failing”

Rationally, I knew that wasn’t the case. 

But it’s never that easy, is it? 

“Eomma!”

“Hi, bub!” I giggled. 

      Yunho ran into my arms, tackling me onto the hard, concrete sidewalk. But I didn’t mind. Yunho squeezes me tight, scenting me with upmost enthusiasm, his tail whipping around rapidly. “I missed you,” Yunho sighed, fisting his hands into my shirt. “I missed you too baby,” I whispered, holding him just a tad bit closer, and I meant it. 

No matter how bad I felt, I’d always be okay with him around. 

      “Did you have fun?” I asked. He nodded frantically, face painted with excitement. “Yes! I got to play with legos!” He raised his arms up, expressing just how much he loved playing with the legos. “You did? That’s awesome!” I gasped, kissing my son on the forehead. 

      I stood back up on my feet, taking Yunho in my arms to carry him back to the daycare. I still had to thank Hyejin, and no doubt was she still in the office, giving me a moment with Yunho. but to my surprise, it wasn’t Hyejin that let Yunho bolt out the door and tackle me to the ground. It was Hoseok. 

      He gave me a shy wave and smile as Yunho and I entered the front office. I gave him a genuine one back. I may be fighting with myself in my head, but it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know, so why be cold? “Hello Hoseok,” I said, and Yunho also gives him an excited wave.

     “Hello Y/n, how was your day?” He asked, but his words were still tight, still cautious. “It was okay... Thank you for watching over Yunho for me, you and Hyejin both.” Hoseok seemed to light up a bit at my words as his smile grew wider. “It’s nothing really, Yunho is an amazing kid,” I felt my heart swell at those words, Yunho was definitely an amazing kid. I must’ve done something right. Right?

      “Yeah, he is,” I teased the boy who blushed and hid his face in the crook of my neck. I cooed at his cuteness before Hoseok spoke up again. “I-I’m sorry for earlier, I really didn’t mean to upset you.” He curved into himself a bit. 

      His apology was sincere, I knew that. From what Hyejin had told me and from what I observed, Hoseok was a good guy. He didn’t know the impact his words had, besides; it was my problem anyway. Why burden someone else?

    “I’d like to take you for a coffee sometime, as an apology” Hoseok added on after I didn’t say anything for a minute or two. I chuckled, “That sounds nice, but you don’t have to. It’s okay, really,” but Hoseok shook his head, insisting that this was the way to apologize for something that obviously struck a deep nerve. 

“Alright, I give in. Do you have a date in mind?” I asked.

“Ah... I didn’t get that far... Here, I’ll give you my number so I can text you!” Hoseok exclaimed, having an eureka moment. 

“Smooth, Hoseok, very smooth.” I giggled. 

      “Wha? Oh no! I didn’t- I mean...” Hoseok stuttered on, a flush of pink on his face. “I’m joking,” I smiled. Hoseok sighed in relief, chuckling to himself. “Here you go,” Hoseok handed me his phone, and I entered my number in his contacts with one hand, expertly. People don’t mention that one of the mom powers is being able to do things one handed. 

      “I’ll text you as soon as I can,” Hoseok promised. “I’ll be waiting,” I said, forgetting all about my worries and fears for a moment. The air felt calm, my brain relaxed, it was easier to breathe. I was thankful for that, even if the moment was short. 

      Yunho looked out the car window at the trees that lined the road. He was swinging his feet back and forth. The ears on the top of his head twitched a bit every time a new song started on the radio. The sun hit his face like a Picasso painting that screamed innocence. A portrait that slipped off the canvas, given to me, even if I wasn’t deserving of such beauty. 

      “Hey bub?” I called, glancing in the rear-view mirror to look at my son. “Yea?” He answered back, looking towards me even if he couldn’t look at my face. “Are your ears and tail okay?”

“Yep!”

“Your fur doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope!”

“Are you sure? We can cut it if it’s bothering you,”

“I don’t wanna cut it!” 

      Yunho doesn’t lie. He can’t. He always gives himself away by either avoiding my gaze or mumbling to himself. But he was confident in those words. That helped. “Okay bub, I love you.”

“I love you too Eomma,”

#bts #bts fic #hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #hobi #bts hoseok #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #bts hybrid au #hybrid #hoseok fic #jhope fic

[sweetblink]

No Flirting in the Job.

No Flirting on the Job.

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Joe Cruz x Reader.  

Requested by: Anon

#35 prompt list 1 with Joe Cruz Chicago fire. Please and thank you.

#35. "Come sit on my lap."... "Or I can just sit on your face."... "What?"... "Huh?"

Warnings: fluff. smexy stuff. thangs.

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He was seriously beginning to wonder, how he was getting into these situations, and why it was him.

On the second thought he knew, and he was already planning how to get away with murdering Otis, Herrmann, and Mouch with locking him and Y/N in a small closet at work.

“I’m honestly very sorry about Y/N.” he spoke up.

Y/N let out a small grunt and tried to squirm to get comfortable. “Do you think if I ask Hank Voight to help hide three bodies, he would do it?” you asked. Both pair paused and let out an amused snort.

“Oh, I know for sure he would help.” you giggled.

Joe smiled as he tried to get comfortable himself. “I don’t know what’s wrong with them, and again I’m so sorry for them.”

You smiled in the darkness and pressed yourself a little closer to him. “It’s fine, I don’t mind being stuck in here with you.” Joe flushed deep red, while you squirmed even more. “Although, I would like more space, if we’re going to be here a while.”

Joe blushed. “I can sit down and then have you sit on my lap.”

“Why Cruz, are you trying to seduce me in a closet.” You teased. You can hear him stammer out an answer when you began to giggle. “I’m kidding.”

Joe relaxed and he pulled you towards him, letting out a surprised squeal, you wrapped your arms around his neck, while he chuckled. “Hey!” You reprimanded.

“I’m sorry, but that was hilarious.” He teased. You just scrunched your nose up in annoyance but giggled once he began to tickle your sides.  

“Stop.” You whined, still giggling, he stopped tickling you, but kept his hands on your waist. Relaxing, you rested your head on his shoulder. “This feels nice.”

Joe smiled and rested his cheek on your head. “Really?” he asked. You nodded. “So, would this be a perfect timing, to say that I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, now?”

You let out a small giggle. “I mean it would be cliché, but it would be perfect.” You admitted.

He let out small huff of laughter. “Well, Y/N. I like you, and I want to take you out, on a proper date.”

You let out a small breathless giggle. “Is this really happening?” you asked, staring at your now intertwined hands. Joe looked confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well.” You fidgeted. “I honestly thought that you had a crush on Sylvie or were dating her at some points. I wasn’t sure if you were even available to date, so I kept my feelings about in the quiet, only Severide knew that I had massive feelings for you, so.”

Cruz looked shocked for a second before he let out a small smile. “You liked me before?”

“Like, and I still like you now.” You replied, looking back at him now, grinning widely. “God, how smitten I was with you, after I got to know when I arrived here. The fact that you are one hot firefighter, I was done for”

Cruz smiled widely and he pulled you closer, suddenly his hand wrapped around your throat and he pulled your head back. You let out a surprise gasp that turned into a moan. “Joe.” You whispered.

He just smiled and pressed a kiss on your lips. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

You grinned.

Before you can press your lips onto his again, the door suddenly opened, and Sylvie looked at both of you with shock. “I-I-I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?” she stammered out.

You looked up at her and laughed, Cruz joining a second after you. “Thanks Brett, you saved us from being locked in the closet, forever.” You teased.

Joe began to laugh as Brett continued to blush. “You’re welcome?”

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It was about a year later, Hermann and Mouch stood, just staring at the scenery in front of them, wondering what to make of it. They just didn’t get it; it wasn’t long until the other began to make their way in.

“I wonder if this is how much Cruz makes Y/N scream when they do the dirty at home” Stella comments as she stands next to the two men and crosses her arms, as she joined them to watch the screaming match.

Both Hermann and Mouch make a disgusted face. “That’s disgusting, why would you even think about that?” Hermann glared.

Stella shrugged her shoulders. “Just wondering.” Mouch just frowned in disgust and began to walk away, Stella smirked. “You think, Otis know?”

Hermann grunted, and began to walk away, while she just cackled like an evil human being. “Stella you okay?” you asked, now turning your attention at her, frowning in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She replied, smiling as she took a small tater tot from the pan that was there. Cruz slapped her hand away, but still let Stella at least take one. “Anyways, what’s up with you and Cruz arguing, are you guys good?”

You snorted while Cruz smiled. “Yeah, we’re good. Y/N insists that they’re right about a recipe that we learned just yesterday.”

“Hey, I learn things quickly!” You whined, pouting.

Stella just began to laugh and shook her head between. “Damn, talk about that being a type of roleplay.”

You scrunched your nose. “Stella, honestly girl, you need to get laid.” Smirking. “Want me to get you Severide to help?”

Stella, who began to drink her water, spat out her water, coughing loudly, as you cackled evilly at her expression. Cruz just stood there in shock, but before anything can be said and done, the alarm rang, calling for all of them.

“C’mon now Stella, get yourself together, we got people to save.” You lightly teased, patting her back. Stella glared at you, but was quickly replaced with a determined face, as you all suited up and boarded the truck to head towards the emergency call.

About three hours later, everyone tiredly stumbled into the firehouse, after dealing with the biggest crash and fire they had in a while, and all they wanted to do was sleep, thankfully no one was hurt.

Cruz hurled himself into the sofa to sit, then he patted his lap. “Come sit on my lap.”

“Or I can just sit on your face.” The others began to groan.

“What?”

Giggling, “Huh?” Joe just rolled his eyes and patted his lap again and Y/N threw herself onto his lap and curled onto him Mouch noticed and snorted. “C’mon, save it for the room.”

“We’re doing nothing wrong.” You pouted, Joe just chuckled and squeezed your inner thigh, Mouch narrowed his eyes at the both of you.

“Right.” Mouch replied, you just giggled.

“Haters, all of you.” You replied. Joe just chuckled and kissed your neck.

“Behave.” Joe whispered. “Then I’ll reward for being a good girl.”

You smirked. “You got yourself a deal.” You replied, giving him a small peck on the lips. The others just groaned again, while Stella just threw a pillow at your way. The both of you just laughed at the others.

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HELLO. 

I’m back after a long hiatus. 

It’s been rough, these past time, its HAS been rough, but I finally manage to come back to continue writing. I came back thanks to the people the continue to follow and have been following and have been asking me about works. 

I also haven’t been caught up with the shows, cause I don’t have time as I used to, but I would occasionally try to catch up. 

But I’m back, and I’ll do my best to finish all the requested stuff and reopen when I have the chance. 

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Intertwine [Request]

WARNING: smut, unprotected sex

@ryn128: Can I please get a Warren smut where he has a wing kink and him and the reader have a smexy night in front on a large fire place

Note: I already messaged you about the requests and all so well... Here it is! I hope it's not too bad, oh Gosh how flustered I was while writing it haha! This is officially my first smut in English woohoo! I hope my English is still good here! Thank you for the request lovely and I hope you'll enjoy it! 💕

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Warren had always insisted on making the things big, as big as he could for you. Because he loved you more than anything and anyone.

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After the outrageous Apocalypse Warren got himself enrolled into the Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, where you already were. You lived the Apocalypse as the best and yet the worst moment of your life. Your mutation wasn't as peculiar as the others, but strong enough to protect people around you. You were a shield, an invisible shield. You could protect people by shielding them and making them invisible as much as you wanted, and during these trying times you had the opportunity to test your own abilities.

And when the youngest Horsemen of the Apocalypse – after Apocalypse's death – joined the school, you were so curious to see them that you made it your mission to befriend them. Because who wouldn't like to befriend them? You found out pretty quickly that people feared them and refused to talk to them when they arrived. Especially Angel. Warren. Once Apocalypse was gone, his wings became immaculate white again, no sharp ends, only beautiful feathers. Feathers that made it difficult for him to go from a classroom to another without breaking a few things, and to groan in rage as people looked at him, scared. But you loved his wings, you found them majestic.

Befriending him became your personal goal on this year, since day one. When you found out that he had a room next to yours – after a whole week of talking with him and being friendly – , you told your roommate that you would go and see the Angel – Warren – guy to ask him how he was feeling in this new place. Your roommate called you crazy and senseless. Probably because you never really spoke and avoided arguments people assumed that you were a little angel, which you weren't. You knocked on the door, and waited for a long minute. And then, you knocked again, unsuccessfully. But you weren't ready to give up, not at all. And finally, you heard some footsteps towards the door. Fucking finally, you thought. He opened the door wearing a white tank top and gray jogging, and from there, his wings were stunning and beautiful. You had to stop yourself from brushing the feathers with your fingers, before looking right into his eyes. Oh dear lord, these pearly green eyes mesmerized you even more than they did when you first saw him and talked with him on the first day.

“Y/n,” he said before passing his hand through his golden locks, “what are you doing here?”

“Hmm... I wanted to know if everything's alright?” You could feel your voice weakening with every word. The man had some power over you.

“Everything's alright then,” he replied before looking at you for a longer moment, “and you're... Alright?”

“Yeah, sure, sure,” you mumbled with a little smile.

“You want to... Come in or something?”

You had to keep your calm. It was Warren, only Warren. One of the ex-Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who never talked with anybody except Ororo – and you, because you wanted to be his friend – invited you inside. You could only nod vigorously, with a sheepish smile on your face.

And on that very night, he kissed you softly.

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And tonight, he wanted to celebrate his one year with you, and he made things big. You never knew how he managed to find this cabin in the woods, and how he knew that nobody would be there for the next days – especially during winter season But what made it even more exciting was the fact that you sneaked out of school to celebrate your first anniversary. Warren took you into his arms, and flew both of you to the said place, thrilled to know how you would find the place.

And you found it amazing. This cabin looked lovely, and you knew he had something to do with it. When you arrived, some candles were lighted up on the floor and the fireplace burned bright. The place was all fluffy and cozy, with white plaids on the couches in the living room and you couldn't help but smile when you turned towards him.

“You like it, doll,” he asked unsure. You could see how much he wanted to know what you thought about all of this, and how much he wanted to make that day special. You couldn't resist but put your arms around his neck before kissing him.

“I love it, birdie,” you whispered against his lips. “We could've spent this day in your room you know, I wouldn't mind...”

“But I would,” he replied with a smirk.

“I should thank you properly for doing all of this, shouldn't I?” You carelessly brushed your fingers against his feathers, making him bite your lip. “Apparently I should.”

“If it's what you wish,” he gasped before kissing you as you continued to caress his feathers with your fingertips.

His hands wandered towards your hips as you walked backwards towards the couch, guided by Warren. Both of you slowly made their way to the couch, Warren sitting on it first before you sat on his lap to kiss him. You couldn't resist the urge to play with his wings, stroking them gently and watch Warren try to not moan as you bit your lower lip. You could feel his bulge grow because of you, and seeing Warren so needy made you smirk.

“Y/n,” your name escaped from his lips as a moan. It only encouraged you to stroke his feathers even more.

“Birdie's excited,” you whispered into his ear and you could feel his hot body against your skin. “And doll's excited too.”

He hungrily put his hands under your t-shirt, forcing you to take it off as you teasingly moved your hips on his lap until he couldn't take it anymore.

“You're teasing me too much doll,” he whispered as he laid kisses along your neck. “Be a good doll and help your birdie.”

“Only if birdie promises he will take care of his doll,” you teasingly replied while having your hand on his lower abdomen.

“You can't even imagine how well I will take care of you.”

You knelt before him, on the fluffy white carpeted floor and looked at his bulge and how much it grew from you caressing his wings with lust on your mind. He took his pants and boxers off, displaying his dick right in front of you. Before he could say anything, you began to slowly stroke it with your hand and a moan escaped from his lips. You kept your eyes locked on him, your tongue wandered on the tip of his dick, and you could hear his wings swish and contract as he closed his eyes and gasped, before opening his eyes and looking at you. Slowly, you took his length inside your mouth, the warmth from the fireplace delicately caressing your back as you looked at him, pleased with what you saw. Even if his face wasn't as expressive, you could sense his wings being even more expressive than he was himself. Their whistle made you shiver with pleasure, and Warren's encouraging words – yes doll, you're amazing doll – made you even more confident.

Suddenly, as you stopped for a while – just to catch some air – he put his finger under your chin.

“Now, my turn to make you feel good, doll.” You smirked only, before sitting on the fluffy carpet with your hands behind your back and looking at him from above, biting your lower lip.

“Can't wait for it, birdie...”

He made his way down to you, sliding down your skirt, kissing your stomach, going low and lower until he kissed your pubis through your already wet panties. He eyed you again, with this mischievous glint in these green eyes before slowly taking off your panties as you shivered. He laid kisses on your pussy, delicately before slowly sucking your clitoris after he had spread your legs.

“Warren,” you moaned, your eyes closed, and your fingers grasped the fluffy carpet material. He didn't reply, and began to eat you out slowly, delighting in you. You arched your back with pleasure, as he dug in deeper with his tongue. “Warren... I want you... Please,” you gasped and he rose his head to look your right in the eyes. You could notice pure lust when he laid his eyes on you, a joyful lust from seeing your pleasured like this.

“As you wish, doll,” he whispered, before kissing your pussy one last time and taking his shirt off.

He put his hand behind your back, pulling you towards him to kiss you. You could taste yourself, and he could taste himself as well. As he kissed you, he put you closer to his lap again, and it was only a matter of time until you slid onto him. He thrust himself into you, slowly holding you by your waist as you both moved in unison in front of this fireplace. You caressed his wings, which made him move a little bit faster and breathe heavier as you closed your eyes in pleasure. His hands firmly squeezed your butt as you moved in rhythm.

“I'm going to come, doll,” he whispered, craving for more caresses on his wings as he buried his face in your neck.

“I'm close too,” you whispered back, your hands clinging to his wings as he rolled his eyes before he came into you, as you came too. Your body felt as if it was struck by lightning, a lightning full of pleasure.

Your heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard, besides the fireplace behind you. You still had your hands on his wings, and then you put them lower on his back as you tried to catch your breath again.

“Happy anniversary, doll,” he finally whispered, laying a kiss on your lips.

“Happy anniversary, birdie,” you said back.

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Rating: Title: Before I Disappear

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Character(s): ― Rose Montgomery: 17 years old, Brunette, Blue Eyed ― Charlie Montgomery: 10 years old, Black, Violet Eyed Setting: Fort Glory, Oregon Tag(s): Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance Content Rating: PG POV: First Person (Heroine) Smexy Level: Subtle Favorite Quote(s): ― "Can you hear the music, Rosie?" ― "Ever since that night in July, I don't wear makeup, or rebel against authority, or drive above the speed limit. staying out of trouble is pretty much at the top of my priority list. But the thing about trouble is that it has a way of finding you. Especially when you are looking for it." ― "Don't let Ian's manner put you off. He's rough around the edges, but so's gold before it's polished. There's more to a thing then the look of it." ― "The music in a dark is loud, but it's not as strong as the song inside of us. You'll feel it. Right here. It'll bring you halfway there. The rest you'll have to do on your own. Remember, Rosie. Promise me you'll remember." ― "Charlie. Charlie is the only thing that matters. He is my reason. My meaning. The answer to every question in my universe." Overall Opinion: The night in July changed everything and nothing's been right since the birds stopped singing. It's as if they felt the darkness coming, and by the looks of things, it has finally come forever changing Rose's life. From chapter one, Danielle Stinson beautifully written young adult fantasy debut hit me right in the feels and she had me questioning myself on what would anyone do if they were walking in Rose's shoes. The gut wrenching emotions she was able to express with her writing style and detail descriptions as well as Rose's drive to find her little brother won me over. At first it was strange how easily I was able to connect with the heroine and her journey to find Charlie before I realized I had my very own Charlie in real life that I would do anything to save if I was in her position. This novel was everything I imagined and more, and as I reached the end of the story, I was astonished about the well thought ending which left me wishing for more. It was near impossible to put this book down and thus far would consider "Before I Disappear" one of the best debuts of 2019.

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[kiirokero]

My Hope (JHS)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Lil bit of Fluff, Mutual Pining, (old?)Best Friends to lovers

Word Count: 2,870

Summary:  You were only trying to forget the love you knew you could never have, but now you were trapped in a hell. You’ve had enough and you find yourself at the doorstep of the one who you truly loved, soaking wet and broken.

Warnings: Mentions of a domestic abusive relationship, verbal, emotional, light physical abuse (bruising), manipulation, gaslighting (kinda?), yelling, degradation (and not the smexy kind), light panicking, abusive isolation, just a lot of horrible shit. 

Note: PLEASE don’t read if the warning topics are triggering for you.

     Cold. That's all I could feel right now. My hands like icicles as the unforgiving frost of the city bit at the tips of my ears and nose. Was I really doing the right thing? My legs aching as I continued my journey to the only place I could turn to. He said he'd change. He always said that. Every time. Maybe this time will be different. How many times has it been? 5? 10? I've lost count, but I was stuck.

     1... 2... 3... I counted my steps to keep my mind off of the situation that plagued it. It was his fault, right? It wasn't mine? Would he have acted like that if it was anybody else? He's always been jealous. Insecure. Reassurance a constant sound coming from my vocal cords, only because I didn’t want to do the alternative. 

     18... 19... 20... Am I walking too slow? I should be there by now. Am I lost? Will I succumb to the cold in an alleyway all by myself? My feet like the stone statues that stood in the middle of the city. Their empty stares the only thing to keep me company. The patter of rain the only music filling my ears. Lonely. I was always so lonely. Even when the arms of the person I falsely gave my heart to were wrapped around my ever dying body.

     50... 51... 52... What happened to me? I used to be so happy. My smile a genuine painting on my face rather than a mask constantly in my hand. I used to have friends, family; I used to have him...A piece of me was taken away with every hateful word spat at me. I was no better than the cold stone men. The fire in my soul reduced to a pathetic ember. My glowing skin diminished into scratchy leather. My will to keep going now nothing more than a scrap of paper. Burnt. Torn. Crumpled.

     87... 88... 89... I had to do it. I couldn't take it anymore. My life had been ripped away from me. He trapped me in a hellscape with false promises of love. Lured me in with a chance to forget. To forget about him. Happiness... I wanted it back. I want my friends back. I wanted my family back. My hobbies, my freedom, him.

I wanted Hoseok back.

     "Who was that?" My boyfriend, Hajoon, snapped as I closed the door. "The new neighbor..." I faltered. Hajoon just scoffed and stood up. Walking towards me as my heart rate spiked. Not again. "Oh really? And what did he want?" He taunted, annoyance written all over his face. "H-he just wanted to introduce himself..." I stuttered. "Why are you stuttering? I swear you'd never survive without me. You're so pathetic." He huffed as he harshly grabbed my chin, making me look at him. "Don't talk to him again, got it?" I nodded and he let go. "You love me and you'd never leave me. Right Y/N?" He questioned. "Right... I'd never leave you..."

     "Hobi! How's the tour going!" I exclaimed, happy to get a call from my best friend. "Y/N! It's going well! It's been a blast performing and meeting Army's." He chirped. Hajoon was out, meaning that I could talk to Hoseok without worry. Hajoon never liked Hoseok. Whenever I would mention my beloved best friend, he would get angry. He would yell and me tell me I shouldn't talk to him. I didn't listen though, Hoseok has been with me through everything. I could never drop him. Never. "Why haven't you been visiting more, Y/N? We miss you!" Hoseok asked, a hint of sadness laced in his voice. "Ah, I would but... Hajoon doesn't like when I go out without him..." I hesitated. "Y/n... Hajoon doesn't own you. You can do things without his approval. You're an adult, okay?" Hoseok stated. "I know, but..." I froze as I heard the door open.

     "I-I gotta go, I'll talk to you when I can..." I panicked, hanging up the phone before Hoseok could say anything. "Y/n? Who are you talking to?" Hajoon called out. "M-my mom!" I called back, tears stinging my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "She just wanted to check up on me..." I quickly deleted my call history, leaving a call from my mom earlier today at the top. I knew that if Hajoon didn't believe me, he'd look at my call history. The last time I lied about who I was talking to, he yelled at me for hours. Hajoon walked into our shared bedroom staring coldly at me. "What did you guys talk about?" He asked. "She was just asking how my life is... telling me how they are..." I mumbled. "What did you say?" He commanded me to tell him. "I- I said I was fine..." Hajoon nodded, satisfied, and laid down on the bed, beckoning me into his arms.

     I complied, curling up next to him, my head in his chest. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew how he was treating me was wrong. He feared getting caught. Scared I'd run away. Slipping from his grasp. He was insecure. He needed someone to control in order to feel that he had power. Why did it have to be me? "I love you." He mumbled. I hesitated, not wanting to say those sacred words, but my mind when back to what happened every time I didn't say it back. 'I give you everything, yet you're so ungrateful?' 'You just take and take, don't you?' 'You'd have nothing without me!' 'You need me.'

"I- I love you too..."

     "Where the hell we're you?!" I winced at the sound of my yelling boyfriend. "I was out with friends... I told you last night that they wanted to go see a movie with me..." I mumbled. Fear and anxiety already coursing through my body. "And I thought I told you that I didn't want you to go?!" He screamed. Hoseok's words ran through my mind 'You're an adult'. That's the only reason I could pick myself up and go out. "I..." I stumbled out, "I'm an adult... I can make my own decisions..." The room was silent. I looked up to see Hajoon looking at me with an unreadable expression.

     "Oh, really?" He said in a monotone manner, scaring me even more. He wasn't yelling anymore, but I could tell he was mad, he was really mad. He started stepping towards me, causing me to back up, hitting my back against the empty living room wall. "Really?" He said again, this time in a more spiteful tone. He harshly grabbed my wrist, squeezing it tight. I cried out at the sudden pain. "You're an adult? You don't act like it. You're like a child leeching off of me, ungratefully taking everything from me, yet you want to say you're an adult?!" My eyes were watering and my heart rammed against my ribcage, I could hear the sound in my ears. "You made me quit my job... So I wouldn't have my own money..." I whispered. But he heard it, and he squeezed my wrist even tighter. "I do this because I love you." He stated. But I've had it, I've had enough. "No! No, you don't! You don't love me! This isn't love!"

     I struggled in his grip, managing to get free as I bolted for the door. I had to get out of there. I burst the door open and ran down the street. Ignoring the yells that came from behind me. I just kept running and running. Rain roughly hitting my face, mixing with the salty tears slipping from my eyes.

     I looked down at my bruising wrist, the sight not new to me. The bruise was like a bracelet to me now. An accessory I would wear to remind me I made him mad, and he went too far. I curled my knees against my chest, cold and wet, shivering in front of my best friend's door. I took my phone out of my pocket. 9 pm. When I got home it was 7, was I really running for that long?

     Hoseok's place was a 30-minute drive from mine, but walking/running was a different story. The twists and turns of the city streets adding on extra time to my commute. I didn't want to call him. It was Sunday night. Every Sunday night, Hoseok would go to BigHit's dance studio and practice more by himself, starting at 6 and ending at 8. Then the long drive back home. That was his Sunday routine. I didn't want to bother him. His dancing was important to him, and he loved it. I didn't want to ruin his night by interrupting him. I didn't want to be a bother.

     Irrational fears ran through my head, torturing me. Did I have any right to be here? Would he be mad at me? Why would he be mad at me? Please don't be mad at me. I can't handle it. I can't handle the yelling, the screaming. I can't handle the hate, the fake love. I couldn't handle being trapped. A dying bird in a rusty cage. I wanted freedom, craved it. Tonight, I finally got it. Now I just needed the warm, comforting arms and the smooth voice of my best friend to tell me everything is going to be okay.

     "Y-Y/n?" I looked up at the sound of my name and saw a worried-looking Hoseok, still dressed in workout clothes and a duffle bag in hand. As soon as I saw his face, tears spilled out of my eyes, "Hobi?" I hiccuped. He wasted no time rushing to me, kneeling in front of me, holding me close. "Y/n, you're soaking wet! What happened?" I couldn't answer him as I choked out tears. Hoseok could tell I was too hysterical to give him an answer, so he picked me up and walked inside his apartment.

     "Hey, hey, it's okay. I need you to calm down, Y/n. Can you do that for me?" Hoseok comforted me as brought me to the bathroom and sat me on the side of the tub. I nodded my head and Hoseok ran me through a breathing exercise. It didn’t calm me down entirely, but at least I could speak now. Hoseok kneeled in front of me and held one of my hands as the other one worked on wiping my tears away. "I'm sorry..." I whispered. "No, Y/n, I don't what to hear any of that. You have nothing to be sorry for." Hoseok stated, "But, what happened?"

     "Hajoon... Hajoon happened." I said, his name like tar in my mouth. Hoseok's face contorted in disgust. "I knew it..." He whispered to himself. I could see the mental battle he was having in his head plastered on his face. It read guilt and regret. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He soon returned with a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, handing them to me. "Go ahead and change, I don't want my sunshine to get sick." My heart skipped a beat at the old nickname he always used for me.

     Sunshine. He's been calling me that since forever. But when I got in a relationship with Hajoon, he stopped out of respect, since sunshine sounded so loving to Hajoon. I forgot just how much I missed it. Hajoon was never that loving to me, Hoseok treated me better than him from the start. Loving Hoseok scared me. He had a dream. He was a star and I was a nobody compared to him. I was scared I wasn't good enough for him. So when the puppy love between me and Hajoon started, I took it as an opportunity to keep me from impeding Hoseok and his dream. But it backfired, it backfired so badly.

     I stepped out of the bathroom, walking to the living room that seemed like a distant memory now. I remembered when I would practically spend days straight at Hoseok's house, even if he had work, it was my second home until Hajoon ripped that away from me. He told me that it was unfaithful to spend so much time at Hoseok’s, and not wanting to hurt his feelings, I listened to him. I was so stupid. Hoseok walked out the kitchen, dressed in lounge clothes, leftover takeout in hand as he motioned for me to sit down. I complied silently. We said nothing to each other, but we didn't have to. We didn't need to fill the silence with conversation just yet. We just needed each other.

     Hoseok set the food down on the table in front of us and sat down, grabbing pieces of food with a pair of chopsticks and feeding me. The loving gesture almost made me sob. After he deemed I was fed well, he wrapped his arms securely around me, holding me tight. Afraid that if he were to let go, someone would take me away from him again. "You can talk when you're ready." He whispered to me, petting my hair lovingly. I did just that. I talked and talked. Going on and on about how Hajoon would treat me, how he would yell and scream, how he would lash out than apologize afterward, promising to change. I told him how he didn't like me hanging out with my friends or visiting family. If I went out, he had to go with me. If I was on the phone, he had to know who was on the other side. If he told me he loved me, I had to say it back, or things wouldn't be pretty. "How long has this been going on?" Hoseok asked. "A couple months after we got together... It started out small, but then it spiraled. Before I knew it, I was trapped in a loveless relationship, too scared to run." I shivered as I sunk into Hoseok's arms even more.

"I'm so sorry, I should've been there," Hoseok whispered.

"It's okay Hobi, just... hold me."

"Why didn't you call me? You shouldn't have walked all the way over here."

"I knew you were practicing."

"Y/n," He breathed, "I'd drop anything for you."

"I know how important your job is to you Hobi..."

"You're more important."

     Silence engulfed us again, Hoseok gently rocking me back and forth. Loving Hoseok was scary, but I wouldn't hold myself back anymore. I wouldn't dance around the issue. I couldn't deny what my heart wanted and what it wanted all along. Last time I did, Hajoon reduced me to a scrap of myself. 

      Hajoon would hug me, but they weren’t like Hoseok’s. Hajoon would hold me, but it wasn’t like Hoseok. Hajoon said he loved me, but he wasn’t Hoseok. He was never Hoseok. He could never be Hoseok. 

"I didn't love him." I sniffled. "I never did. He wasn't the person I wanted, Hobi."

"Who did you want...?" Hoseok hesitated.

"I wanted my hope..." I choked out, tears threatening to fall again.

      Hoseok held me tighter. A stray tear fell on the top of my head, telling me he needed to hear that. That single tear told me so much. He regretted not being there for me through this. He felt like it was his fault. If only he knew, things would be different. If only he told me he loved me, this would've never happened.

"Why didn't you come to me sooner?" Hoseok croaked out, sniffling.

"I was just scared of what he would to do me..." I winced.

"Did he hurt you?" Hoseok asked.

I stayed silent. He pulled away to look me in the eye, his own tears glistening under the light.

"Sunshine. Did he hurt you?" He pressed.

I couldn't resist him whenever he called me that, so I just silently nodded.

"Where?"

     I showed him my wrist. The purple splotches wrapping around it reminding me of the invisible handcuffs Hajoon had me in for so long. "He's disgusting..." He scoffed, gently taking my wrist in his hands, examining the deep bruises. I unconsciously flinched, earning a look of sadness from Hoseok, more tears falling from his face. "Was this the first time?" I shook my head, causing Hoseok to take a deep breath. "Tomorrow, we'll go get your things and bring them here. I'll deal with him." I looked up at the man in front of me. Instead of his somber look, his face showed a mad one. Hoseok was always scary when mad. The aura that radiated off of him was a threatening one. "I don't want to go back there, Hobi..." I mumbled. Hoseok slowly put a hand on my cheek and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. His moves were slow and gentle, not wanting to scare me. "Don't worry, he won't be there when we go."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He'll be rotting in a cell."

"...Jail?"

"He committed a crime, Y/n," He stated.

"...Thank you Hobi. I missed you..."

"I missed you too, sunshine. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you..."

"I love you..." I squeezed him tighter.

"I love you too, sunshine."