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writerseclipse1 · 5 months

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you over the world [a.a]

summary: "i'll take care of you." "it's rotten work." "not to me, not if it's you."

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, gore, death (of a minor character), use of weapons.

word count: 1.5k

abby ran as fast as she could, as fast as her feet could take her.

she tripped and fell and scarred her knees, she slammed into walls and brushed it off like it was just a fly on her shoulder. she didn’t mind nor care, scrambling back onto her feet as she tripped over an infected she shot point blank in the head.

she ran as fast as she could, as fast as her feet could take her.

“abby?” you had breathed out one night as she climbed into bed with you. she sighed as her head hit the pillows, her vision getting blurrier by the second as she almost succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep. almost.

“yeah?” she had asked, her voice sounding more like a whisper in the air as she turned to you, her arm flinging itself lazily on your waist, pulling you closer to her warmth. she watched as you smiled at her, a question hiding behind the shine in your eyes.

she ran farther, further, faster, not stopping for anything.

she could have been the enemy of the state, fedra soldiers could have been chasing her and pointing their guns at her like they never missed, yet she didn’t stop running.

“they always missed anyway,” thought abby as she rounded the corner and continued running. she wasn’t being chased by anything physical, no infected was running after her skin, no fedra soldier was running after her to contain her, no raider was running after her for her belongings.

the only thing chasing her was time. she could hear it ticking, taunting her, telling her that it was impossible to change fate, yet she, with her pride, knew she could outrun the damn thing.

she ran farther, further, faster, not stopping for anything.

“abby,” you whispered again, the soft whistle of air sending a chill down her spine. stroking the sliver of skin on your waist, she murmured in the same tone.

“yeah?” she was evidently exhausted, the busy patrol days getting to her head. she almost went cross eyed, on the brink of sleep. she heard you chuckle at her sleepy figure.

she thought you were going to say one of those silly thoughts you had before you went to bed every night, things like “do you think clouds smile at each other?” or “do trees fight with their branches or their roots?” they always made her laugh but she always answered.

“if it was between me and the world, which one would you save?” she had not expected that.

“fuck!” she exclaimed, collapsing to the ground when she saw that she had been sliced by a rogue glass shard on the shin. without stopping to wince in pain, she grabbed her pack and rifled through it, taking a bottle of vodka and a roll of gauze. she didn’t even bother, drenching her leg with alcohol and haphazardly wrapping the gauze around her leg.

in not more than five minutes, she was up and running again.

all the drowsiness and fatigue washed away from her body like a cold bucket of water was poured right on her. she shot up, looking at you in concern. “what? why would you even ask me that?”

you giggled softly, guiding her to lie back down on the bed. when she saw you shrug, she looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. “i dunno. i was just curious, i guess.”

“in what world do you think that would be a funny question?”

“in this one.” you laughed and kissed her cheek, sending a blush spreading across the expanse of her cheek. she could never be mad at you. ever.

she spotted it, the one owen described.

the brick walls were a sign its been there long before the apocalypse began. she was surprised it still stood.

she could relate.

she burst through the door, a being of pure mass and muscle. she held her rifle with no fear, no remorse, no guilt. as she ventured deeper into the building, she felt no sense of danger in her, only desperation.

no one would ever call her stupid, not in this timeline. she was one of the most revered soldiers of the washington liberation front. she fought like she had nine lives and everything to gain, like she was achilles fighting the trojans with his might and invincibility.

everyone knew her as an independent and strong woman who was more than capable of carrying her own weight. abigail anderson had nothing to lose and she fought like it.

but for abby, she thought it was all bullshit.

“you. always you.” she answered without a second thought. she saw you raise your eyebrows in suspicion but she only shook her head. she took your hand, caressing your skin. “it’s always you, never anyone else. i’d run to the ends of the earth with you, for you. i love you too much to pick a bunch of people i don’t know.”

you giggled at the time, nuzzling your nose with hers. “that’s kind of insensitive of you, abby.”

she chuckled, kissing you softly. “nah.”

“why would you choose me? the way i get jealous about the smallest things, the way i am absolutely useless out there…am i not sometimes a burden to you?” behind the shine of curiosity in your eyes was something only she could ever see. you blinked, trying not to make your insecurity obvious.

she tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i’ll bear it, i like taking care of you.”

she heard the sadness behind the chuckle that escaped your lips. “it’s rotten work,” you had shaken your head, denying her claim.

kissing you softly, she held your face in her hands as you felt your eyes pool with tears at her response as she held you gently, like porcelain that might break under the slightest pressure. “not to me, not if it’s you.”

being the hero, the savior, comes with the significant weakness, the “achilles’s heel” some call it.

and abby knew just what hers was.

she didn’t even bother threatening them. she shot bullet after bullet, the slug whizzing through the air and implanting itself in between a seraphite’s eyes. they slumped to the floor, dead and bloodied, along with all their cronies.

yet abby didn’t look twice.

she slammed into the door, her hand clenching into a fist as she was greeted by a hallway full of doors, each one looking unopened. she surged forward, using her body to burst into the door, the hinges ripping from the wall from the sheer force.

she didn’t mind the slash on her thigh or the aching of her shoulder.

all she needed was you.

one by one, all the doors fell to the ground, broken and bashed in. abby didn’t stop until she found the room, hearing rustling chains and a sob that broke her heart.

she finally found it. the light of her life, her achilles heel.

she finally found you.

“what about you? me or the world?” she had asked, looking at you for an answer.

“you, of course.” she had chuckled at the crease in between your eyebrows, the one you made when you were confused. “what?”

“me, but then you can’t even shoot to save your life.” you gasped in mock offense, hitting her arm as she laughed at her own joke. despite the lack of light, she saw you roll your eyes playfully, a small smile playing at your lips.

“whatever, i’m not choosing you anymore.” you grumbled and she cooed, kissing your head before laying your head on her chest.

“yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“abby,” you croaked out, watching as she all but ran, taking the gun from the holster on her waist. she pointed at the rope that suspended you above the floor, the one that was hanging you by the neck.

her hand shook as she did, one eye closing so she could aim properly but no matter what she did, she couldn’t shoot. she squeezed both of her eyes shut and threw her gun on the ground, taking her knife instead. she stood up on one of the chairs and cut the line. she caught you before you could hit the ground, lying your head down on her lap.

you sobbed, reaching up to touch her cheek, caressing her bloodied skin. “you’re hurt.” you murmured and she only laughed sadly, tears streaking down her cheeks.

you were the one who was hanged and almost killed and yet, you were the one worrying for her.

“it doesn’t matter,” she whispered, burying her head in the crook of your neck. she felt you reach away from her but she only held onto you tighter. it wasn’t until she heard the cock of a gun behind her that she froze.

“gotcha, motherfu–” a single shot echoed throughout the building, the seraphite slumping onto the floor. abby looked at you in disbelief, seeing the smoke come out of the barrel of her gun, the same gun that was in your hands.

“i told you,” you laughed weakly. “you over the world, remember?”

she sniffled, tears falling down her face. “you over the world."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ a/n: my first post for this blog! thank you for reading <3

#the last of us #tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby anderson tlou2

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assistant-of-drama · 18 hours

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Total Drama AU, where Heather makes an alliance with Noah and Lindsay, instead of Beth and Lindsay... With Noah being the Brains of the Team, while Heather is the Leader... And Noah slowly gains a soft spot for Lindsay...

*Noah gets to be the schemer that he was always meant to be.

*In their first challenge, Noah knew how to properly build the hot tub and casually tells the others how to do it.

*Heather notices how smart and clever Noah is and decides that making an alliance with him would be perfect.

*Heather makes the alliance with Noah, while they were running for the Stay Awake Challenge, then later she makes the alliance with Lindsay while they were all staying awake.

*Noah compliments Heather for the clever idea of stealing Eva's mp3 player to make the strong girl angry and get kicked off.

*When Noah falls asleep, he ends up platonically cuddling with Lindsay and Heather then he wakes up super embarrassed about it, but Lindsay thinks that sleeping Noah is a cutie.

*During the Dodgeball Challenge, Noah does the sport even though he was terrible at it (which Heather teased him about, while Lindsay gives Noah encouragement), in this story Beth gets eliminated cause she was scared of getting hit in the face and kept running away from the ball (I'm sorry Beth).

*When Heather was angry at Gwen for refusing to accept her leadership and wanted to humiliate her by reading her diary to the world... But Noah quickly tells her that idea is stupid, cause Heather will only gain enemies that would want to eliminate her early... So, Noah came up with a better idea, that would both humiliate Gwen and vote her off the island as a bonus...

*Using his genius intelligence and skills, Noah hacks into the confessional cameras in the outhouse, as well as probably other cameras and gets a lot of Gwen's meaner words... Including the ones where Gwen insults everyone on her team, except for Leshawna and Trent (cause TDI Gwen was a grumpy, goth girl and she was a bit of a jerk sometimes; I'm sorry Gwen, I like your character)... Noah creates a video of all of Gwen's mean words, gives the video to Heather, who shows it to everyone at the talent show...

*Almost everyone turns against Gwen and the poor goth girl gets voted off that night, with only Leshawna, Trent and Cody comforting her... Gwen is touched that Cody forgives her for calling him annoying in the video and they become friends, before she leaves... Heather and Noah are proud of themselves, while Lindsay can't help but feel guilty (even though Gwen had insulted her too)...

*In the Outdoors Challenge, Noah almost immediately knew that the bear was only Izzy in a bear costume... when the actually bear shows up, Noah shares a tree branch with Heather and Lindsay.

*Noah lies about his worst fear being that he has to kiss Heather, causing everyone to laugh at the joke... Chris knows that Noah is lying, but tells Noah to kiss Heather anyway, cause Chris knows that Noah will hate it... Afterwards, both Noah and Heather don't stop using mouthwash until their mouths are numb, while Lindsay playfully teases them about being a cute couple.

*During the Canoe To Another Island Challenge, Noah and Lindsay begin to slowly bond and start becoming actual friends.

*During the Deer Paintball Challenge, Hunter Noah helps Deer Heather find the perfect place to hide and guards Heather, while Lindsay looks for berries for them to eat... Heather then keeps insulting Lindsay (who wasn't there at the moment) which angers Noah to the point where he decides to shoot her with the paintball gun and Heather later grabs Lindsay's gun to shoot him back... They still have the alliance, but Heather had to promise not to insult Lindsay to Noah's face anymore.

*However, while Heather always saw Lindsay as a puppet, Noah instead slowly develops a soft spot for the blonde fashionista... and that soft spot eventually helps Noah become a somewhat better person.

*Lindsay becomes Noah's BFF, instead of Owen.

*During the Cooking Challenge, Noah smirks and does nothing when Leshawna and the others lock Heather in the fridge.

*During the Trust Challenge, Noah and Owen get paired together and they bond quite a bit.

*During Chef's Challenge, Lindsay helps Noah power through the challenges, while Heather taunts Noah for letting his friendship with Lindsay 'make him soft'.

*During the Bike Race Challenge, Noah is proud of Lindsay for standing up to Heather and hugs her... Lindsay gives Noah a platonic kiss on the cheek, before she accepts her elimination and leaves on the boat... After Heather doesn't give up her invincibility to protect Lindsay, Noah breaks up his alliance with Heather.

*Either Noah makes it to the Final Three and defeats Heather in the Triple Dog Dare Challenge (with Owen's help)... or Noah accidentally gets voted off by the eliminated contestants (like what happened to Leshawna in canon), but before that happens, Noah perhaps hacked into Chris's computer earlier and knew about the eliminated contestants possibly voting someone off... and Noah decided to leave written ideas for challenges (like the Triple Dog Dare Challenge) and hope that one of his ideas finally get Heather eliminated (which it does).

*Noah secretly feels a little guilty for being the indirect reason Heather was shaved bald (he felt like that was going a bit too far), so he leaves Heather a wig for her to wear by her resort room's door and Heather doesn't find out who it's from... or does she?

*Lindsay and Beth still become friends at 'Playa De Losers', while Noah still becomes friends with Owen... but Noah and Lindsay are each other's BFF, in this story... Noah and Tyler also get along (since Tyler is dating Lindsay)...

*Lindsay also convinces Noah to properly apologize to Gwen.

#td noah #td heather #td lindsay #total drama #total drama island #schemer noah #platonic lindsoah #platonic nowen #noaheather #neather #td owen

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florencetypemaniacs · 1 month

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How do RO's feel about hickeys? Both giving and receiving

💛 Marcel

Giving: Yes! However, he would make sure that you were okay with him leaving them where people could see them or if you wanted them to be hidden. He would ask every time for permission. Lol. Sorry if your MC is impatient.

Receiving: Yes! Yes! He would enjoy you leaving marks on him; he finds it hot and wouldn't even flinch if people asked about them.

"Ah, you know, mosquitoes this time of year."

🧡 Margaret

Giving: No. I think Margaret would just feel a little silly and awkward, which would lead her to start giggling.

Receiving: Yes, but not often. I could see her being in the mood sometimes, but mostly, she would just like some soft smooches.

❤️ Owen

Giving: totally! He would enjoy giving you love bites, promising not to go overboard and then going totally overboard. I can imagine you having to wear a scarf so Aunt Zinnia doesn't kill him.

Receiving: yeahhh no. Sorry, but I don't think the big lug would enjoy it that much. Owen wouldn't be able to sit still with your lips so close to his body; he would just want your lips somewhere more productive. 😉

💙 Rosemary

Giving: Hundred percent. Yes, she would leave a trail for people to follow, like a road map of where she has been. Lol. Rosemary would keep them just on the edge, so if you were to move ever so slightly, people could spot one. A lady doesn't kiss and tell. 💋

Receiving: It might take a little convincing; she doesn't like applying more makeup to cover them up if you get a little out of hand, but in the moment, Rosemary would enjoy them.

🩵 Tai

Giving: Yes, if you were into it; he himself isn't all that into giving hickeys. Tai would make sure to keep it out of view of unwanted eyes, though.

Receiving: Yes, he secretly enjoys having your love marks all over, so yes, Tai would very much enjoy being on the receiving end; however, you better keep them out of view or Tai would get red-faced and refuse to go outside.

💚 Zane

Giving: YES! He would make sure to have them where people could see them (if you're okay with that, of course); he wants people to know you.

Receiving: Again, it is a total yes, and he would want you to place them where everyone could see them and would not even lie about them if people asked.

"Oh, these? Yes, MC gave them to me; don't I look ravishing?"

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twistnet · 1 year

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stockings [ abby anderson ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you surprise abby with a decorated living room in an old cafe, complete with her own custom stocking

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + general fluff [ surprises, kisses + sweet moments ]

it was no secret to you that abby had a bit of a soft spot for christmas time. even though, you were pretty sure christmas hadn’t been celebrated since the end of the world, but it still seemed that remains of the holiday still lingered around in desolate stores.

while abby never really spoke about why the holiday had meant so much to her, you assumed it had something to do with someone that she had been close to. more so, abby always had an affinity for old world items -- such as her collection of state quarters, so it wasn’t much of a surprise for her to have some liking to the holiday.

you had practically begged owen to let you utilize the old cafe and turn it into a christmas wonderland. it took some time, but he finally relented after getting you to agree to leaving the decorations up so he and mel could enjoy them as well. and once you had his okay, you got to work collecting lights and old decorations to decorate the lounge as best as you could. even going as far as to mimic a holiday set up from an old magazine you had found in the city.

it took you a few weeks to finally get everything put together, and to a point where you could surprise abby. and you managed to figure out an excuse to get her to travel with you to the aquarium under the gauze that owen had requested help with something. and abby had eagerly gone along with it.

“where’s owen?” she questions the second the door closes behind the two of you, “i don’t know, maybe he’s up in the cafe? he didn’t exactly tell he where he needed the help.” she seemed to take the answer, following you up the set of stairs towards the old cafe.

you gently fumbled with the keys, hoping that she would enjoy everything you had set up just beyond those doors. once getting it unlocked, you turned to abby with a slight smile, “can you close your eyes for me?”

abby eyes you curiously, brow raising before dutifully closing her eyes with a heavy sigh. you pulled the door open side enough, before coming to abby’s side and gently guiding her up the steps before bringing her to a stop, “are you ready?”

at your words, abby opened her eyes. a gasp falling from her lips as she took in the scene in front of her. you had turned the couch around, a red blanket thrown over the back to add some color. an old wardrobe turned on it’s side was now functioning as the backdrop for a fireplace, complete with candles, garland and stockings. and then in the corner, sat a christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments.

“when did you have time to do this?” abby questioned, turning to look over at where you stood. you shrugged, “you are always gone for patrol and side jobs for issac, so i snuck off with owen and we put this together. i hope you like it.”

“like it? i love it! this is amazing! the best thing anyone has ever done for me!” she smiles, rushing in your direction to wrap you up in a hug, and press kiss anywhere she could reach. once she’s done, she steps back and walks over to get a close of up everything you’ve put up.

you watch he slowly spin around the small area, taking everything in until she steps and rushes toward where the stockings hang, “you made me a stocking?” she questions, tears nearly brimming her eyes as she brushes her fingers over the letters of her name.

“yeah, it took me forever to find the letters. and even longer to find a working iron.” you smile, crossing the room to join her at her side, “no one’s ever made me a stocking.” she whispers quietly, looking over at you with a soft smile, “well, i guess i’m the first then. should i be prepared to made you one every year?”

abby shakes her head, “no, this one’s perfect.” she smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

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iinryer · 1 month

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If you could come up with the storylines for each Lone Star character (not Owen) for the next season, what would they be?

OH THIS IS A GOOD ONE… (not owen) made me laugh thank you. this didn’t end up being Quite what you asked but here are my hopes for s5!:

marjan is easy: comphet realization to lesbian arc. I don’t even need them to give her a gf i just want them to Address The Closeted Lesbianism they’ve been handing me over the past four seasons. i want salim to come back (in person or in conversation) for the rule of threes and have it force her to reckon with a lot of assumptions she had about herself. im on my hands and knees about it. I’ve been rewatching with a friend recently and i fucking forgot that they have her say a line about how her favorite place to hide as a kid was the closet. remember those new bts photos where she’s basically wearing the lesbian flag as a headscarf. lone star writers room i am IN YOUR WALLS. also i want to meet her sister. i need someone to call her mouse

nancy my beloved… honestly i just really want a nancy begins episode!! i want to know why she became a paramedic, i want to know about her relationship with her sister and if there’s any particular reason it was a soft spot for her during the DNR episode… I don’t have any particular ideas for specific i just want to know more about her!!! actually I’d love her to have to confront Tim’s death a little more directly. they made that whole thing about Owen which is fucking crazy to me, I’d love for the next time TK gets hurt (lol) for it to be something that dredges that up for her.

grace… miss grace i want to see you angry again. no plot line in mind i just like it when she’s pretending she doesn’t get angry or stubborn, she is such a fascinating character study. i love when she’s a contradiction. she and carlos teaming up was one of my favorite things abt s3, i would be so jazzed to see more things of that flavor.

tommy. hm… I don’t think I have any particular storylines for her in mind but I want more of her and grace and judd together because they are so delightful and lovely and best friends. OH ACTUALLY. I want something with tommy and charlie. this baby that was named in honor of the late love of her life. o don’t know what that story would be but there’s something there for sure…

carlos is the same as nancy tbh, I want a real full carlos begins! I want to meet his sisters! I want to see more of the mess that was growing up gay and feeling out of place and trying to be what your dad would want even though he thinks you’re too soft for it. why did he do it anyways! I also would love to see him and his mom being more involved, partially because obviously they had a horrible loss and trauma and she saw it happen but also because I love andrea:) she’s everything 2 me

judd I have been waiting for them to make you captain since SEASON THREE!! i want owen to retire and i want them to expand on the tension we got for the period he was captain!! i want to see how the dynamic changes and how his past issues come up when he’s in charge For Good. i want to see him get emotional about it and i want him to be captain while wyatt is his probie if they put him back on the firefighter track after his recovery :) bc that would be fun conflict and i think everything they did with owen (traumatically lost whole crew, son on your team) would be 100x better with judd

mateo is also a difficult one for specifics. I feel like they’re relatively fair with him? even with the low screentime all the secondary characters are relegated to. I’d be interested in seeing more fallout about his cousin, and I LOVED what they did with him and captain tatum so anything of that flavor of earnestness from him is always so good. maybe he and tatum will be buddies off the clock :)

tk getting hurt in increasingly absurd ways is always a classic that I look forward to them playing into lol

misc: i want to see more big brother wyatt with charlie getting a little older, i want less owen solo-plotlines, more ghost/memory gwyn i love her, carlos with his curls, the vega twins being involved in something maybe? that would be fun and stressful gjfhdhf

EDIT: OH MY GOD I FORGOT PAUL. I ABANDONED MY BOY. ok paul deserves literally any kind of robust plotline. Paul begins for starters, but also so much of his trans plotlines feel a little fumbled. I want a really earnest well done episode that isn’t necessarily About him being trans, but his transness is a factor and it’s handled in a really genuinely good and relatable way. they OWE HIM AND US THAT!! i also would love to see more of the gay kids being in gay spaces :)

[housesitting & snowed in send enrichment to my enclosure]

#iinryer talk #mailbox #sorry for no tk i love the character but im still trying to reconcile his actor’s stance these past few months lol

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the-plot-blog-thing · 5 months

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For Fun: Here's My Favorite Disney Songs That Were Deleted/Changed In The Final Film (Part 4)

"Someday" was meant to be Esmeralda's song in Hunchback of Notre Dame, but was replaced by "God Help the Outcasts" in the final version. It was sung over the credits, however, and both would be sung in the stage adaptation.

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"Shooting Star" was the original "I Want" song from Hercules, but was cut for being "too soft". I could take either or, but "Go the Distance" is still a classic.

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"I Can't Believe My Heart" was Meg's original song. It was cut for similar reasons as "Shooting Star". I definitely prefer the version we got.

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Stephen Schwartz, who wrote the lyrics for Pocahontas and Hunchback with Alan Menken as well as all the music for Wicked, was originally tapped to write the music for Mulan. He left early in production to work on the music for "The Prince of Egypt" at DreamWorks. "Written In Stone" is the only song of his version available to listen to. It would've been in the spot where "Reflection" exists in the final film.

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Speaking of "Reflection", when composers Matthew Wilder and David Zippel joined the film after Schwartz left, they wrote a much longer version of the song. The fact that this version is not in the film is a crime.

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"Keep 'Em Guessin'" would've been Mushu's song as he introduces himself to Mulan, but Eddie Murphy's dialogue worked much better, and made things much more succinct. The song is enjoyable imo, tho.

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Famously, Disney was working on a film set to release in late 2000 called Kingdom of the Sun. It was a sort of an Incan retelling of The Prince and the Pauper, with some magic and gods thrown in for good measure. It was supposed to be another grand musical on the scale of The Lion King, even sharing its co-director, Roger Allers. To match that scale, they brought in musician Sting to write the songs, thinking he'd bring the same energy that Elton John brought to Lion King's songs. Sting and co-composer David Hartley wrote three songs for this version. The first, "Walk the Llama Llama", would've been the opening song. It was to be sung by the main character, Pacha (here played by Owen Wilson), a teenage llama herder who coincidentally looks exactly like the spoiled teenaged Emperor Manco (played by David Spade). The song is Pacha expressing his love for the llama as he herded them. Pacha's singing voice would've been Sting himself in the final film. There also would've been a reprise halfway through the film and at the end, though nothing from these reprises has appeared online. Unfortunately, the only clean version of the song is this country-fied version by Rascal Flats on the Emperor's New Groove soundtrack.

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The second song, "Snuff Out the Light", would have been sung by the villain of the film, Yzma (as played by Eartha Kitt). In this version, Yzma would have been an aging sorceress who hated the sun for causing her wrinkles. She would've discovered that Manco and Pacha swapped, and turned the real Pacha into a non-speaking llama. She would've manipulated Pacha into doing what she wanted. She planned to summon the Dark God, Supai to block out the sun so she wouldn't grow old. This song was fully recorded, and the sequence had quite a bit of animation finished on it before the story changed.

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The third song, "One Day She'll Love Me" would have been the love song of the film, and been sung by Pacha and the emperor's betrothed, Nina. Pacha has fallen in love with Nina, but feels guilty for living a lie. Nina is starting to fall in love with him, but still believes he's Manco, and doesn't know why he's changing.

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Continued in Part 5!

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liminalmemories21 · 7 months

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LIM

27 or 38 please, your choice, and thank you

I am a Carlos is a cat person truther, and also firmly believe that Carlos deserves a pet he can cuddle.

He stops by the firehouse in the hopes that he can catch 20 minutes with his husband, and maybe also get fed something more interesting than the burnt coffee and stale donuts that are waiting for him at his desk at the precinct.

TK's not in evidence when he gets there, although Paul gestures at a pan of baked ziti oozing with so much cheese that he wonders how Paul snuck it past Owen. Everyone in the room coughs and grins down at their plates when he asks where TK is. Judd stuffs his mouth with a huge forkful of pasta and points towards the bunk room. He gives them all suspicious looks and goes in search of his wayward husband.

He hears TK before he sees him. "Aren't you just a goofy looking thing? Yes, you are. But that's okay, we're going to clean you up, and find you some food, and take you to the vet to make sure that you're all okay." There's a pause, and he strains his ears to see if there's some kind of animal response that he can parse. "Then I'm going to take you home with me. Carlos is going to love you, yes he is. How could he resist a face like that?"

He braces himself to step closer and see what TK is talking to, because the venn diagram of animals that TK finds adorable and the animals that Carlos thinks should be brought into the loft is almost vanishingly small. He understands Marjan's intensely amused look better now, and wonders if it would have killed them all to give him a little warning on whatever it is he's about to walk into so he could marshal the appropriate arguments to try and say no to whatever wild animal TK wants to bring home now.

He's about to knock on the door to let TK know he's there, when TK starts talking again. "Oh hello, hi yes, that's my finger. Thank you, that's very sweet. Carlos is going to love you. He won't admit it, but he's got a soft spot for strays. He took me in, didn't he? Fed me, and loved me, and gave me a home." There's a faint thread of amusement in TK's voice. "Let me sleep in his bed. I bet he'll let you sleep in our bed too, although I'm calling shotgun because I was here first."

He clears his throat and TK's head pops up from behind one of the bunks, where he's clearly sitting on the floor. "Hey baby." He doesn't even have the decency to look guilty about whatever pet he's about to sweet talk Carlos into taking home. He wonders, not for the first time, how Gwyn and Owen had held the line on no pets for TK's entire childhood.

He comes further into the room, and already knows he's going to say yes to whatever animal TK has been talking to, because how can he not after that? "Do I want to ask who you've been talking to?"

TK flushes. "You heard that?" He nods, and takes a cautious step closer, peering down into TK's lap. All he sees is a towel for a moment, and then a bedraggled orange head pops up, and a wobbly kitten pushes up on TK's leg, turning it's head and peering past Carlos. Closer he can see that the kitten is slightly cross eyed and when it scrambles up TK's leg one of it's legs is shorter than the others so it sort of hops as it climbs.

"TK," he says warningly.

TK gives him a dazzling smile and holds the kitten up towards him. "We gave him a flea bath already, and I have an appointment to take him to the vet tomorrow. Isn't he sweet? You wanted a pet you could pet, and I know you're never going to let Lou sit on your lap."

He shudders. The kitten blinks at him, and with a sigh he reaches out to stroke a finger down it's head and scritch behind it's ear. The kitten leans into him so ecstatically it almost falls over. "Do I want to ask where you found this cat?"

TK considers. "No?"

He sighs. "Just tell me it wasn't eating something that's going to give me nightmares."

TK snorts and the kitten gives him an affronted look and stretches out a paw to Carlos, hooking tiny claws into his shirt and climbing up to his shoulder before he can stop it. TK's grin could light Manhattan. "I think he likes you, babe." Looks at Carlos's face. "I promise, the only thing she was eating was leftovers out of the dumpster, this is not a man eating cat."

Carlos strokes the kitten's back and feels a tiny rumble of a purr, and gives in to the inevitable. "Does she have a name?"

TK shakes his head. "Honor is all yours babe."

The kitten is still clinging to his shoulder when they go back out to the kitchen to eat lunch. He looks around the room at the smug smiles the 126 is sporting. "Did anyone take the bet that we wouldn't be going home with Miss Clementine?"

Everyone shakes their head, and Paul pats him on the back. "Sorry man, but TK opens his big eyes and looks at you, we all know you're saying yes." He scritches the kitten's head. "'sides, she's a cute little thing. Goofy looking, but cute."

(https://pixels.com/featured/marmalade-kitten-nature-watch-debra-hall.html)

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 22

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,075

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 22 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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After your exchange with Taehyung you turn in your spot and head towards the library where you find Namjoon sat at a table reading through a book. His eyes draw up to you the moment you make your appearance apparent but you're sure he already knew you were nearby just by the beat of your heart. Maybe even smelling your scent beforehand. He smiles at you and points to the seat across from where you slowly sit down as he pushes the book to the side after closing it. You can't see the title of it as it lies with the back cover facing upward. Namjoon notices your attention on it and his dimpled smile grows wider as he points to the book.

"Sleeping Beauties," he says. "By Stephen King and his son Owen. Have you read it before?"

You shake your head no and subtly bite your lip in thought. "I haven't. Is it good?"

He nods his head. "Even more so if you're a fan of King's work." He taps the back of the book a few times before smiling. "I recommend it. Let's say this is the first and I'll be sure to bring you a wider list of books to read tomorrow."

You can't help the smile that breaks across your lips. "Sounds like a plan."

He mirrors your smile with one of his own.

There's something cheeky about the way he smiles. Like he's being playful and you have to admit that you like it. It's a feeling you've never felt before and you chalk that up to never having interacted with people outside of coworkers and your formal Masters like this. Hoseok doesn't count and neither does Seokjin and Jungkook because their personalities are not to your liking. Namjoon feels like a breath of fresh air and a part of you wants to cling to that but you know you can't because you have to escape from this hell hole. The thought of that kind of dims your mood a bit but you don't let it get to you.

"So," Namjoon starts bringing you out of your thoughts. "Did you take care of that thing you were concerned over?"

You nod your head. "I did."

"Everything good?"

"Mmhmm."

He smiles. "That's good." He stares at you for a moment before he frowns. "Everything alright?"

You hum questioningly. "Yeah I am."

Namjoon doesn't look entirely convinced. "Sorry it just seemed like you were out of it for a second there."

"Oh." You pause as you think on his words.

Did you really? You thought you were just fine save, of course, when you bumped into Taehyung. Your mood after having found out your money was left untouched soured considerably but you didn't think it showed so much.

Namjoon gives you an unreadable look before giving a soft smile. "You know you can tell me anything. Even if it's at my brothers' expense."

You frown a little as you think about it. Would he really be okay with that? It's not about Hoseok so maybe it's okay.

You sigh before wringing your hands together on top of the table. "I um - I just ran into your brother just now. Taehyung."

His eyes look deeply into your own. Encouraging you to continue."

You hesitate a moment before speaking. "He's very protective of Hoseok I see."

Like a light bulb going off in his head Namjoon gives a soft "Ah. I see." He purses his lips as he looks at your hands. "I take it you must have felt a bit intimidated." He nods to himself before looking back up at you. "He has that effect but don't worry too much."

You scoff lightly. "Wasn't it you who told me he has anger issues? And I got to see first hand what to expect if I hurt Hoseok."

Your hands continue to worry between each other before a hand comes to lie over them. It's Namjoon's and he gives you a gentle squeeze to stop you.

"I did say that."

Your face warms at his touch but you stop wringing your hands. He squeezes once again until you pull your hands back towards you where they lie separate from one another.

"And yes he's probably going to keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you don't hurt our brother."

You bring your hands up to your head with a drawn out groan.

"But," Namjoon starts. "He'd have to go through Hoseok first if he wanted to hurt you. Go through me as well."

Though you could care less about Hoseok defending you your heart pitter patters at his last statement.

Your hands come back down to the table and you look down shyly at them. "Why are you so nice to me?" You couldn't begin to even understand why.

Namjoon throws a soft smile your way. "You haven't given me a reason not to be nice to you."

You frown. "Even with knowing that I don't want to be with Hoseok?"

He nods. "Even if you don't want to be with Hoseok. Your happiness comes first in this because clearly my brother is in the wrong here."

You shake your head softly. "I'm sorry but it's just weird to hear you're on my side when everyone else isn't."

He huffs a little but you can tell it's not because he's annoyed with you.

"What will it take for me to convince you?"

What will it take? Gods you feel floored by Namjoon. You've only gotten to know him for a few hours and he's gone out of his way to make you feel so warm and welcomed. It feels a little too good to be true in your little nightmare of a life but he's doing his best you note.

Your eyes dart around while you're stuck in your thoughts. Trying to come up with a reason as to why you shouldn't trust him but you're coming up blank. Is it truly possible that one out of seven brothers isn't as bad as you'd think he'd be? He also said that Yoongi was the most normal out of all them. If given the chance to speak with him would he be as nice and welcoming as Namjoon? Something akin to hope begins to blossom within your chest at the thought, but you know you have to be careful nonetheless.

You notice then you've been quiet for a while leaving the vampire before you without an answer. You look him in his inquisitive yet gentle eyes and nod to yourself. His brow raises as you go to speak.

"Time. I just need some time."

Namjoon's lips part into a dimpled smile. "I can give you that. So long as you trust me along the way."

You smile back and nod. "Okay."

There's a knock on the doorframe behind you. You turn your head to see who it is and freeze when you see Hoseok. He's leant against the frame where he smiles at you before he stands up straight. He's clearly happy to see you while you feel far from that. His steps are light as he makes his way to you before he's standing behind you and engulfs your body into a hug. You're stiff in his arms as you look back towards Namjoon. His expression is unreadable before it morphs into a somewhat happy one when Hoseok directs his sites onto him.

"Having fun?" Hoseok asks.

Namjoon hums before placing his chin onto his palm. "You could say that."

Hoseok giggles before he places a kiss onto the side of your head.

"I thought you'd have more work to do." His brother says.

You were thinking the same thing until your captor made his appearance.

"I do," Hoseok starts. "But I'll put off the rest for tomorrow." He squeezes you tighter in his arms. "I missed you too much."

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembles as your little world you were beginning to create slowly falls apart before Hoseok's presence. The true realization of your predicament hits hard and you wish this all weren't real. Despite knowing why you were here in this home it mostly affected you negatively while being here around him. It leaves you feeling raw, irritated, hopeless, alone.

When you stare at Namjoon he's careful not to look your way. His eyes on his brother instead who begins to rock you gently side to side. You wish he would look at you to give you some reassurance but the way he eyes his brother is indecipherable at best.

"What are your plans then?" Namjoon asks.

Hoseok releases you to stand upright but his hands are perched onto your shoulders. His grip isn't tight enough to hurt but enough to know you won't be going anywhere.

"Whatever my love would like to do."

Namjoon looks at you after Hoseok speaks - drawing all the attention to you now.

Your captor leans over to your side a bit as he hums questioningly before pecking your cheek with his lips. "Anything you have in mind, baby?"

Your eyes shift from side to side now that you have unwanted attention upon yourself. You give an awkward "Um" before shrugging your shoulders. Your original plan was to stay in the library and talk more with Namjoon until Hoseok ruined everything. You can feel the way his thumbs press hard into your shoulders and you can't tell if it's because he's trying to give you a massage or warn you to have care with your next words.

Your eyes water a bit as you feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of your heart and your hands ball up into fists to ward off the shaking. You swallow deeply before looking somewhat Hoseok's way. Should you tell him you wanted to stay in the library with Namjoon? You think it's a stupid idea and he seems to understand you're struggling. His brow raises as he smiles - nodding your way to urge you to speak.

"I um... I was planning on-" Your words are cut off when his thumbs dig in deeper and harder. It forces you to flinch a little as you look deep into his eyes.

"Go on," he says. "You can tell me."

But you know if you say something he doesn't like he'll make a show out of it so you acquiesce to his silent desires.

"Whatever you want to do." You sound reserved as you look down at your hands.

From there he lets up the pressure he was applying to your shoulders. He giggles a little before patting you.

"We can watch a movie in the theater room. Something to help me wind down after the night I've had."

Your eyes draw up to Namjoon who says not a word as he watches you two. He doesn't smile as he looks at his brother but a small one breaks across his lips with a small nod your way as if he was telling you that things would be okay. You wish you could believe him but so long as you stay in Hoseok's presence would you ever truly be okay? Not with him taking advantage of you whenever you kiss. That alone is the worst part of all when it comes to you two.

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth before letting out a soft "Okay."

A joyous sound comes from within Hoseok at the agreement as he goes to grab your hand and pulls you up. When you stand before him he kisses your lips before tugging you over to where he begins to walk.

"Another time Namjoon - we'll hang out."

His brother smiles with a soft laugh though it comes out somewhat forced. "I'll hold you to it." He salutes you two before grabbing the book he pushed to the side earlier and goes back to reading it.

Your attention is drawn to Hoseok when he squeezes your hand. Demanding your attention as you both exit the library. But before you can react to him you find your back pressed flushed to the hallway wall where the vampire pins you between his arms. Your gasp is sharp as he leans his face close to yours. He huffs a small laugh at your sudden cluelessness before kissing your lips.

"I missed you," he says.

Another kiss is placed onto your lips as your hands go up to press against his chest. You try to push but he stands his ground and doesn't move an inch. You whimper when he kisses you again but this time harder. You can feel the way the inside of your lips press roughly into your teeth. Like he's trying to leave a print of himself inside of you. His hands go to your waist as he continues to kiss you despite how hard you're trying to push against him.

"Hoseok." You manage to get his name out from his fierce kiss. "Hoseok." Again you say.

He hums into you before pulling back to rest his forehead against your own. His eyes are open as he stares deep into your own eyes and it's unnerving.You try pushing him again but he still doesn't budge. You feel weak in his arms and not because you like it.

"Let's head back to our room," he says.

Your heart skips a beat as you shake your head. "I thought we were going to see a movie in the theater room."

He sighs closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. He pulls back away from you but he still maintains hold on your waist.

"I want something different now."

Your nostrils flare as your eyes widen. You have an idea of where this is going but you shake your head no to let him know.

"I'm sorry but I don't want - I don't," you stutter a little as you continue to push against him. You know you have to watch your words around him to avoid getting him mad so you tell him "Not now" to try and lessen the blow.

He doesn't look like he believes you in the slightest but he pulls back anyway with a small smile.

"Not now," he repeats. "But later yes."

You don't want to agree with him so you stay silent but it's not like he was looking for your approval because he nods to himself before releasing you to hold onto your hand instead.

He tugs you through the hall until you both reach the playroom where you spy Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. You note the three of them are almost always together. Even when everyone parts after eating - the three of them like to stay behind.

Jimin is sat on the couch watching Taehyung and Jungkook play a game together. He giggles at something that happens on the screen before his eyes shift to the side when he sees you. His brothers ignore you but Jimin's eyes watch your every move. He looks on as Hoseok takes you to the theater room and perches his chin onto the back of the couch.

"Where are you two going," he asks.

"What does it look like?" Hoseok question comes off annoyed but you can tell it hardly holds up a bite.

Jimin simply giggles.

He leans his elbow on Jungkook's shoulder as he sits up and it forces the youngest to grunt.

"I want to watch a movie too."

"I bet." Hoseok huffs a laugh. "But I want alone time with Y/N."

You look at Jimin to see him pout.

"But does Y/N want to be alone with you?" He giggles again. "I promise I won't be loud."

Despite hating how he teases you you feel like taking him up on his offer because you clearly do not want to be alone with Hoseok. Your captor though ignores his brother before opening and shutting the theater room door behind you two. As soon as it's closed he turns on the light and pulls you over to the recliners.

"Sit."

It's the middle seat in the back row and you wonder if this is his preferred seating during movie time with his brothers. He turns his back towards you and walks towards the left side of the room near the screen. He lightly presses his fingers against the wall and watch as it easily slides off towards the side revealing a lit up inner wall filled with rows upon rows of dvds. Not the cases but the dvds themselves are slotted away into a rack of sorts and just beneath them is the player that no doubt is connected to the screen.

Hoseok files through the dvds with a soft hum before looking at you with a question upon his tongue.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

You curl in on yourself on the seat bringing your knees up to your chest before shaking your head no.

It brings a smile to Hoseok's face as he begins to rummage through the choices lined out before him.

"There's action, there's horror, tear jerkers and rom-coms. That's a favorite of Jungkook's."

Rom-coms? A favorite of his, you think to yourself. You had a hard time believing in that. Then again in your short time here he's surprised you more than once with his personality.

"If nothing that we have here interests you I can load up Netflix to see what's on there."

He doesn't give you a chance to see what they even have or for a chance to answer because he removes a remote from a drawer in the inner wall before coming over to you to sit.

You're glad he takes the other seat instead of sitting on the same recliner with you. It would have been a tight fit but something someone could work around if they wanted to cuddle. Either Hoseok didn't think that far or he just wasn't interested in that sort of closeness in this room. Either way, you're happy.

The sound of Netflix comes alive - the floors nearly shaking from how loud it sounds through the speakers. It startles you a little and he's quick to notice. He smiles your way before reaching for your hand to hold and looking back to the screen to peruse through the options.

"Are you fine with any genre?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Someone feeling shy?"

You look at him with an unreadable expression as he seems to giggle to him. He's drawing up his own conclusions without you saying a word. You could easily speak up but you're trying not to. At least not until you're finally out of here.

There's a sudden knock on the door. Hoseok welcomes them in and as the door opens it's revealed to be Jimin. He has a cheeky smile as he leans against the doorframe.

"What, Jimin." Hoseok sounds just the slightest bit exhausted.

His brother giggles as he leans in a little. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking of recommending a movie if you two haven't chosen any."

You try not to look his way because you notice any lick of attention being thrown his way just fuels him.

"What were you about to recommend?"

Jimin taps his chin with his finger as he mockingly thinks of his options. It's after a second does he gasp and points to you and Hoseok with a wide smile.

"Have you heard of The Invitation?"

Hoseok gives a bland "No" before looking your way.

You're staring at the screen in silence and it's then you notice they're waiting to hear a response from you. You shake your head no and it forces a satisfied "Ah" to leave Jimin.

"What's it about?" Hoseok asks.

Jimin's smile grows wider at this. "Oh you know," he starts. "Just vampires and an insatiable need for a lover. I think Y/N might enjoy it actually."

You frown at his teasing tone not liking it one bit. He was being vague - clearly expecting you to fall into his trap and watch the movie but he's making you feel uncomfortable. Hoseok seems to ponder on it a bit before he huffs out a "No."

Jimin looks slightly affronted. "Why not," he asks.

Hoseok makes a face as he shakes his head. "I'm not in the mood for false representation of our kind."

His brother huffs out a laugh. "Well do as you please then." He turns his back to you two and before he goes to close the door he turns his head the slightest bit before saying "It was about a vampire choosing an unsuspecting woman as his bride. Thought it would remind you of a happy couple in this household."

Your face slowly falls as Jimin laughs to himself. The sound is downright diabolical making you feel sick. The sound of the door is mute as he shuts it softly and it takes everything within you not to get up and run away.

You were a joke to him. You think back on what Namjoon said about it being for the best that you don't know about Jimin. Is it because of his knack for sadism? You can only guess so.

Hoseok can feel how tense you are just by the feel of your hand. He squeezes the limb gently before looking through the Netflix catalog again.

"Ignore him, my love," he says. "You'll note he likes to tease a bit. The sooner you realize this the sooner you'll be able to catch on to it and disregard his antics."

He brings your hand up to his lips where he kisses the back of it.

None of anything that has happened, that Hoseok has said and done himself brings you a lick of comfort. You're discomforted by anything and everything in relation to the Bangtan clan. They make you feel ill and irritated. All of them save for Namjoon. Namjoon who you wonder what he might be doing now. Is he still reading that book? Has he decided to focus his attention on something else. Does he have work to do now? If so what does it entail? You know Hoseok said his own job consisted of accounting. That makes you wonder then. For accounting to occur that means they had a business. A family business they all talked about having during dinner when the topic of their cousin came up. You didn't know what that business is.

You frown as you angle your face Hoseok's way. "H-Hoseok." Your voice is just the slightest bit raspy from disuse before you go to clear it.

The vampire in question hums in your direction questioningly.

"You said you worked in accounting, right?"

He nods his head. "What about it, baby?"

You bite your lip softly in thought before releasing it.

Did you really want to know what the answer might be? Maybe not but you can't stop yourself from asking further.

"What does the family business entail?"

He looks at you from the corner of his eye before looking forward again. You think he's going to ignore you with how silent he grows. Not a word more said between you two and it makes you grow anxious. Is he hiding something? Are all the brothers hiding something?

A deep inhale sounds from Hoseok before he releases it into a short breath. "What's got you so curious about that?"

You shrug your shoulders. "I just wanted to know."

He hums before a pause of silence. "You'll know some day."

You're expecting to hear more from him but he stays silent. Not a single word more on the subject when he makes an "Aha" sound once he finds a movie to watch. You eye him warily but know if he's closed lipped about it he will be probably be so until the ends of time.

He said you'll know some day and it just makes you feel uncomfortable. Should you ask Namjoon when given the chance? You probably will. You hope the time comes and fast because there's more to expect from the gentle giant. He said he'll have a list of books ready for you tomorrow. You also hope he'll give you a tour of the front of the house that way you can scope your escape route.

So many things to look forward to but first you have to survive Hoseok.

For the next hour or so you both watch a movie you're half paying attention to. Your mind wanders a lot especially whenever you feel the creeping sensation of Hoseok's fingers dancing across the skin of your hand. Once the end of the movie comes around you realize how tense you have been. When you relax you feel your body ache and feel exhausted. Time was pushing on to the late hours of the night and the need to sleep grows steadily. It's not as bad as last night but still it's enough to have yourself feeling tired by the minute.

When your mind wandered you thought about Namjoon and how he can help you get out of here. Whether he willingly will do so or not you expect the help. He said he wouldn't blame you for running away but you can't trust he won't tell Hoseok. Your relationship with him is still too new to trust in him fully. You told him to give you time for him to convince you and he seemed genuine when it came to all that concerned you, but you did need the time to believe in him fully. But with that in mind you don't want to waste your precious time either when it came to playing the waiting game. In no way do you know you'll escape tomorrow or the day after that but you're hoping you can leave soon. If Namjoon isn't too good to be true then a part of you will surely miss him.

Hoseok brings your hand to his lips to kiss softly. Each finger is doted upon as he closes his eyes - him being in the moment. The limb twitches in his hold as you fight the need to pull away.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

His question rings low as the credits continue to roll. A trailer for another show or movie - you can't tell - is about to play but stops as soon as Hoseok picks up the remote and backs out.

He hums questioningly at you still expecting an answer.

You just hum in return - not wanting to speak just yet.

Your ears ring by the slightest bit after the speakers had been leaving behind a string of deafining blows. Not enough to hurt but enough for them to affect you significantly.

Hoseok stretches in his seat before standing up to shut everything off and put the remote away. You watch in subtle awe when he slides back the wall easily to hide the dvds. Rich people had many ridiculous things but interesting and cool ones as well such at this theater room.

He comes back to you and watches as you stretch as well before you go to stand. Your body feels like a weight had been lifted off of it after sitting stock still in the same position for gods know how long. Hoseok smiles at you before embracing you. He does so deeply until there's not a single bit of space between you two. He kisses the top of your head before leaning back a bit to look at your face.

"You hungry," he asks.

You shake your head no but have to admit that you are thristy and need to use the restroom. He smiles and says "Of course" as if he were giving you permission.

He leads you out of the theater room and out back into the playroom were the three youngest still play together. It causes Hoseok to release a tch sound from his lips as he eyes them.

"Don't you guys have work to do," he questions.

Jimin looks back at him and laughs. "I can have a little break every now and then."

"I know you can," Hoseok starts. "But it depends on whether you're slacking off more than you should be."

Hoseok's brother smiles. "True but you have nothing to worry about. We're just taking some time for ourselves tonight."

Your captor hums but says no more.

The two of you are set to leave the room before Taehyung speaks up. He asks where the two of you are headed and Hoseok smiles as he answers.

"Use the restroom real quick and get something to drink. Why," he questions. "You need something?"

Taehyung looks away from the game to stare at you both. He looks at your hands that are interlocked with his expression unreadable. You recall his words when he caught you in the hall. Surely he's sizing you up when he looks directly at you. As if he could check to see whether you're lying or not. Lying as in you won't break Hoseok's heart. Something you could care less about but you don't know what Taehyung is capable of. What all of these vampires are capable of. Hoseok is strong in his own ways surely his brothers are no different.

He continues to stare at you unblinking until he finally draws his eyes away from you and towards the TV again to continue playing. He shakes his head softly before replying with a "No."

"Okay then. We'll be off." Hoseok says before taking you along with him into the hall.

You feel like your hands have grown sweaty from that interaction but Hoseok doesn't complain. You notice he isn't one to complain much. Maybe because you haven't given him a reason to. Not outright completely you guess because you're occasional denial of this thing you have being a relationship doesn't come with a complaint but you know he grows irritated with you.

After a bit Hoseok takes you to the same bathroom you were having an attack in. He opens the door for you and before you can go and close it he puts his hand in the way. Your eyes widen as you look at him but he doesn't relent.

"H-Hoseok," you say. "I have to use the bathroom."

He gives you an undeterred smile. "I know. I do too. You can go then I can." He tries to push pass you and nearly knocks you over with how hard he bumps into you.

You stand so stiff as your eyes widen even more. He didn't actually believe you'd be able to go with him in here with you did he? And to know he'd want to use the toilet immediately after you for you to see. The man was insane.

"I can't go with you in here with me." It's the first time in a while do you hear yourself sound so firm. So sure of yourself that it makes his eyes widen instead.

He frowns and you watch as his lips form a small pout. "It'll be real fast."

"Hoseok." You sound a little angrier this time. "I can't."

He sighs before pursing his lips. "We've showered together but you can't handle this?"

It's your turn to frown. "That was different."

It was different. In so many ways. You feel like you should have been firmer with that too in saying no but what has happened happened, but this for you was going too far. His sick and twisted mind needed to understand this.

You cross your arms with the furrow in your brow growing even more. His lips part in small disbelief but when he sees you are determined in keeping your foot down he begins to relent.

"Fine," he says. "Just be quick."

You give a small sigh of relief when he exits out of the bathroom closing the door shut behind him. You take that chance to check and see if there's a lock on the door and press the the button into the doorknob. You listen to see if he will try anything more despite the door being closed and when you hear nothing you take the chance to quickly use the toilet.

You don't think you've ever peed so fast. Pushing all your might just to get this over with in fear of Hoseok finding his way back in. Once you're done you quickly wash your hands and as soon as you're done that you unlock the door before opening it.

As the door swings open you're met with Hoseok's frown.

"Did you lock the door," he asks.

Your lips part slightly before you swallow deeply. All of your bravado from before leaving you in one fell swoop.

You know you can't lie because clearly you did and so you nod timidly before saying in a hushed voice "Yes."

He shakes his head at you with him clearly irritated. "Don't do that again."

Your nostrils flare before you nod again. You didn't think he'd be so angry about that but clearly he was.

You move out of his way for him to go into the restroom and you hear how he doesn't lock the door behind him.

Your out in the hallway with your hands worrying between each other. You're clearly feeling uncomfortable as you wait for Hoseok to finish. You look left then right as if you're waiting to see someone. A servant or maybe a brother. You keep your eyes opened to see if Namjoon is around but he's not or at least not as far as your eyes could see. For all you know he probably already left the library. He could be with the others in the playroom or his study or even his room. Wherever he is you just know he isn't near you.

You hear the toilet flush behind you before the sound of running water. As soon as that's done the door opens up to reveal a less irritated Hoseok. He doesn't look up at you at first but when he does he sighs. You can see the way he tries to regulate his mood before speaking to you.

"Let's get something to drink, yeah?"

You nod your head before biting your lip and looking down as he reaches for your hand.

"Hey," he says.

You look up into his eyes as he pulls your bottom lip from between your teeth.

"I'm not mad at you." He brushes your chin with his thumb. "You just caught me off guard is all. I didn't think it would be a problem since we've already seen each other naked."

You swallow but don't say anything. You feel like telling him again that it's different - showering together and using the toilet together - but you're sure he won't see your point. He hardly ever does so you just nod your head before looking down the hall. He doesn't say anything more - a sigh leaving his lips instead. With that he grips your hand tight before leading you off towards the kitchen.

Loud yells of irritation and joy sound from the playroom as you pass by. You can hear Jimin's laugh loud and clear at whatever happened in there. It sounds melodious and you briefly wonder how something beautiful can belong to someone so disturbing. You also briefly wonder about who is worse: Hoseok or Jimin? You have yet to get to know the blond enough to make an assumption but you don't know if you ever really want to. You wonder if you'll ever get the chance to know him though. During dinner it was made pretty clear that he wants to spend some time with you. Like you have been with Namjoon but you don't care to know about the rest. Even for more "normal" vampires like Yoongi. You just don't care - don't want to. You wonder if you tell Hoseok this would he prevent Jimin and any of the rest of his brothers from pestering you. Maybe, you believe, but they are also men he cares for deeply. If he wants you to settle well into the household he might expect you to play nice with them too. Just the thought makes you sigh as you enter the kitchen.

No one is inside for now. The night crew no doubt tending to their other duties. At least until it's time for them to come back and start on another meal perhaps. You weren't familiar with the night crew's routines back at home because you would be asleep by now. It's no more different to you now with the crew here in Hoseok's house.

You're left standing by the counter as Hoseok begins to retrieve something from the refrigerator.

"Water," he asks. "Juice? Soda?"

"Water," you say. It was enough for you.

He smiles your way before fetching a pitcher of ice cold water. You can hear the way the ice rattles in the glass pitcher before he goes to fetch two cups. He fills them up high and presents one to you before putting the pitcher away. You take small sips to wet your mouth before fully drinking the liquid to moisten your throat. You can feel the way the cold makes its way down your chest and into your stomach and it forces goosebumps to rise on your arms.

Hoseok takes a sip from his own drink as he looks at you. A small smile creeps up onto his lips when he does adoration - obsession filling his eyes. It forces you to try and look away. A little laugh escapes him at that.

"You're so shy. Even after everything we've been through."

Your stomach roils in disgust. You weren't shy just uncomfortable and yes, after everything.

He comes over to your side and leans onto the counter. His one hand holding his cup and the other coming up to push a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

"What am I going to do with you," he asks but you figure the question is rhetorical. The smile he adorns begins to reach his eyes as a small laugh slips out. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Your eyes begin to drift away from his own.

"Truly you are," he says. "And all mine."

All his... To be honest hearing him say that really makes you want to cry and not because it overwhelms you with positive emotion. It overwhelms you with everything and anything that's bad. It leaves you feel hurt and helpless.

Gods you needed to get out of this house and soon.

Hoseok straightens up to draw himself closer to you. His hand comes up to grip either side of your face effectively forcing your cheeks to be squished under each of his fingers and thumb.

"All mine," he says again.

He leans into your space to place a kiss onto your lips. It's soft and almost felt hesitant at first until he presses against them harder. His grip on your face is unrelenting and you squeeze the cup in your hands in discomfort.

He pulls away a bit to grab your cup and places it onto the counter with his own. From there he grabs your face with both hands and begins kissing you again but this time with more ferocity. Your hands come up to grip the back of his own as your eyes screw shut. His tongue forces its way past your lips and when you gasp to try and breathe he breaks through your teeth. The high is nearly instant - your body accommodating to his touch. Something akin to a moan and a gasp slips from you when he turns to push your back into the counter. Your lower back aches from the sudden thrust but you find your mind draws a blank when it comes to pain with the way the high trickles in to every single part of your body.

Your tongues wrestle as he presses his body further into yours. As if he's trying to turn you both into one. Your body feels pleasure but it also aches with how hard he presses into you and so you grip his hands even harder. When it feels like you'll never have the chance to breathe someone clears their throat from behind Hoseok.

The two of you part to see Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung hanging by the doorway. Taehyung and Jungkook don't hint to what their thoughts might entail but Jimin smirks. He licks his lips as his brothers go past him to fetch something from the refrigerator and cabinets.

"Don't mind us." Jimin says. "Please continue."

Hoseok rolls his eyes as you push his hands off of your face. You look down in small shame as the high still runs through you. It's strong as it pulses in your head and you have to hold onto Hoseok to prevent yourself from falling over.

Jimin bites his lip as an amused sound comes from deep within him.

"Next time your tongue deep inside your girl invite me over."

"Not happening." Hoseok nearly growls. "Don't want you giving her worms or anything."

Jimin gasps out loud but he doesn't look the least bit affronted. "How rude. Do you hear him Taehyung?"

The brother in question you look to see has a bag of chips in his arms. His brows raise slightly at the call of his name and he gives a small pout in thought.

"Well he's not wrong."

This time Jimin gasps again but now he looks Taehyung's way with a look of small betrayal before pouting.

"From him I expected it. Maybe even Jungkookie but not you TaeTae."

Taehyung huffs a laugh as he helps their silent brother gather drinks.

You don't know what's happening at this point but you lean your head against Hoseok's shoulder to try and steady yourself.

"If you guys are done here I'd like to get back to things." Hoseok dismisses them all but not without a small smile you can clearly hear in his tone.

"You might want to take things upstairs before Seokjin finds you. You know how he feels about food and pleasures intermingling together." It's Jimin who says this and it forces Hoseok to chuckle.

You can hear the three brothers gather together to leave leaving you alone with Hoseok again.

It's quiet save for your fast paced heart beat in your ears. If you didn't believe so then you surely do now about needing to leave as soon as possible from this house. If not Hoseok his brothers would be the end of you.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok #yanderebts #btsfanfic #jhope #jung hoseok #hoseok #reader #fanfic

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safeashousespdf · 7 months

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semicompleted saturday

rules: share a scene or piece of art that never made it into a finished piece, and probably never will.

tagged by @mooshkat <3 this was going to be a saucy little 3.07 coda, but i just got bored of it and moved on. oh well! hope y’all enjoy what there is.

There’s something thrilling about the way Carlos wrestles him into the passenger seat, with one hand guiding his head, and the other gripped right where TK’s shoulder becomes his neck. He waits for the slam of the door, when he knows Carlos won’t see him grinning at the spoils— the pounding in his chest, the sting of his skinned knees, the dangerous clench of his boyfriend’s jaw as he lowers himself into the driver’s seat.

“They started it,” He says through pursed lips. Carlos had warned him before about poking the bear, but claws have never deterred TK. If anything, they excite him.

Carlos looks over at him with a stern expression, but the corners of his mouth quirk upward, breaking his resolve.

He shakes his head fondly. “You’re trouble.”

“Yeah, but you’re into it,” TK muses.

He’d felt it just moments ago, when Carlos had dragged him out of the dogpile. TK had dug his heels into the dirt, fighting against him to try and jump back into the fray. But Carlos wasn’t letting up that easily. The harder TK fought, the more force he was met with. Muscled arms wrapped tightly around his middle, and Carlos had whispered a hot and gravely order to behave through gritted teeth.

The scene had bordered on indecent. It felt like some kind of exhebisionist display of something they would otherwise save for the privacy of their home (or the car, or the occasional public restroom. There had been one incident where Owen caught them in his kitchen, but that was an outlier and not to be counted.)

It left TK starving for more.

And Carlos clearly knows the feeling. He’s leaning across the gearshift, crowding TK back against the window. He’s got one arm braced on the back of the seat, flexed and bulging with veins. With the other he pulls TK’s sunglasses off his nose and sets them on the dashboard. Carlos takes his chin between his fingers, posing him like he’s looking for the perfect spot to sink his teeth.

“What am I going to do with you?” He uses the same low, sultry voice as he did out on the field.

“Anything.” TK’s voice comes out as a whimper. “Fuck.”

He means it too. He’d take anything Carlos offered right now, just as long as it meant getting his hands on him. Carlos could fuck him to tears in the backseat and leave him a sobbing mess in the parking lot if he wanted, and TK would be grateful for the release.

He looks like he’s considering going in for a kiss, but he must change his mind. He leans back into his seat and slips his key into the ignition. Under the soft growl of the engine he says;

“Guess you’re just gonna have to wait.”

TK whines at that, hitting his head back against the seat. His cock is already throbbing in his suddenly too tight boxer-briefs. He reaches into his lap to relieve some of the pressure, but Carlos snatches his hand up with a bruising grip around his wrist.

Caught, TK snaps his head up. He’s expecting another reprimand, but Carlos isn’t even looking his way. His eyes are glued to his mirrors as he reverses out of their parking spot. Even as he pulls out onto the main road, he maintains the vice-like hold on TK that keeps him from soothing his aching cock.

All TK can do is sit there and want. He watches the flex of Carlos’s fingers, the way his knuckles have gone white around the steering wheel, around his wrist. He knows Carlos is eager too, but the release isn’t what matters to him. What Carlos gets off on is control— forcing TK into submission, teasing him until he’s desperate for it.

It’s always a competition between them. They chase each other in circles like dogs through one prolonged climax.

“You know I could just use my right hand,” he says pathetically. It’s the best he can manage right now as far as psychological warfare goes. All of the blood from his brain is rushing between his legs.

“You could,” Carlos agrees. “It’s not like I’d be able to stop you.”

TK frowns. It’s the oldest trick in the book, and he’s falling for it hook, line and sinker. Carlos feigns indifference and suddenly he’s tripping over himself to please him.

“Carlos,” he whines.

Carlos shushes him. “We’re almost there,” he says. He releases his hold on TK’s wrist in favor of rubbing his thigh. The gesture should be soothing, but it only worsens his need— Carlos’s hands on him, too close, not close enough. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise gets under his skin, lights a fire there. It’s a power play. A gentle reminder that he’s got TK right where he wants him, aching and compliant. Thanks, but no thanks.

TK doesn’t want to be good. He just wants.

He’s already crawling across the center console when Carlos finally shifts the Camaro into park. TK drags him into a rough, biting kiss. He can still taste the ballpark on his tongue: kicked-up dust, stale bubblegum, blood and grass stains and scorching afternoon sun.

It’s always a competition, but that doesn’t mean there has to be a winner and a loser. Sometimes it just means taking off the gloves, taking off whatever else they can, and roughing each other up.

Carlos bites his lip hard enough to sting, but TK delights in the pain. He moans and his head lolls back, not far enough to slip out from between Carlos’s teeth. Carlos doesn’t let him go too far before he’s reeling him back into another kiss, all wet tongues sliding together and reaching deep inside him.

His cock grazes Carlos’s thigh and he lets out a pained whimper. It’s the closest he’s got to the sort of attention he’s craving, and the oversensitivity feels like an electric shock. He twitches his hips again— experimenting with more and more friction until he’s grinding against his boyfriends lap, the steady pace punctuated by little cries of ah, ah, ah.

Carlos’s powerful hands are sliding up TK’s waist now, then across his chest. They pause for just a few moments to tease at his sensitive nipples, already chafed raw against the rough fabric of the jersey, then keep pushing up, across his sternum, his collarbone, and finally settle around his throat. His grip is gentle, only the suggestion of pressure, but it’s enough that when TK feels Carlos pushing him away, he’s helpless to do anything but be led.

Carlos tuts at the nasally sound that escapes from him. “I know,” he says softly. “You’re just desperate for it, aren’t you?”

TK nods his head frantically, hands white-knuckled around Carlos’s wrist.

“What’s that?”

“Please, Carlos. Fuck, I need you.”

Something like a smirk flashes in Carlos’s eyes. He studies up and down TK’s body— the wet stain growing at his crotch, his wrinkled jersey and backwards ballcap. TK’s sure that he’s probably flushed, with swollen, spit-slicked lips to match him.

“Good,” Carlos says under his breath. He reaches behind TK and shuts off the engine with a click.

feeling very evil for this one… tagging @tailoredshirt to also be evil with me <3

#charlie.txt #911ls #my fic

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detective-giggles · 1 year

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Flufftober: Up against the wall kiss

Just a silly little thing for LAST YEAR’S flufftober.

Thank you @chaotictarlos for the edit! It’s perfect! And thank you @noxsoulmate for the beta! Special thanks to @sapphire11 for helping with the plot points when I got stuck! I love you all very much!! 💜

“Nineteen…twenty…twenty-one…”

TK lets out an impatient sigh. “We should really tell her that she doesn’t actually have to count to 100 every time.”

Carlos huffs out a laugh and feels TK shiver as the puff of air tickles his neck. He loves having this effect on his husband - but that’s not what he’s focusing on now. “She’s practicing her numbers, TK. Besides, the longer she counts, the longer she’ll be distracted. And the longer she’s distracted…” Carlos lets his voice trail off as he trails a finger down TK’s cheek, hooks it under his chin, and tips his head back for a gentle kiss.

When he pulls back slowly, TK leans forward, chasing his lips.

“Forty… forty-one… forty-two…”

“Think we can get her to bed early?”

“TK, it’s three in the afternoon.”

“So, no?”

“No.”

“So… maybe we can pawn her off on her grandpa? And we can have a date night?”

“Considering Buttercup still has some purple fur from the last time he babysat,” Carlos replies with a soft chuckle, “No, I don’t think Grandpa Owen is in a babysitting mood.”

“Damn.”

“Fifty-eight…fifty-nine…”

Carlos grins and leans forward again, capturing TK’s lips with his. TK makes a surprised noise but relaxes into the kiss as Carlos pins him against the wall. He lets out a soft giggle, and Carlos instantly shushes him. It’s been ages since they had made out like teenagers, trying not to get caught.

“Ninety-nine…one hundred. Ready or not, here I come!”

Carlos moves back again, as much as the small space allows, and together they wait to be found.

They can hear Mari open doors and slam cabinets, both listening carefully to ensure she doesn’t open any external doors. She approaches the closet and pauses but then runs past towards the bedrooms.

“Hmmm,” TK mutters. “Okay, then.”

Tiny footsteps approach the closet again, and Carlos is sure the game is over, but just as quickly she changes direction, going back the way she came.

“What is she doing?” TK asks quietly.

Shrugging, Carlos says, “I have no idea. She might be confused because she hasn’t found either of us yet? We don’t usually hide together.”

“Yeah, well, you always have the best hiding spot.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “No, it’s just that I can stay quiet. You always make too much noise.”

“Do not!” he protests, but Carlos sushes him right away, proving his point. TK is simply incorrigible. And he even has the audacity to roll his eyes before he continues in a hushed voice. “And anyway, I-”

But Carlos dives forward, sealing his lips over TK’s and pressing TK against the door. They kiss for a moment until Carlos breaks it, visibly leaving TK breathless as he rests their foreheads together. Good. That means his husband is distracted enough…

“So, about me having the best hiding spot…” Carlos begins.

“Yes?” TK breathes out.

“I’m not quite ready to give up my title as hide-and-seek champion yet,” Carlos says. In one swift move, he opens the closet door and pushes. TK looks shocked as he stumbles into the hallway and with a silent laugh, Carlos yanks the door shut again.

He hears Mari squeal with delight as she finds TK in the hallway. He wonders how long his husband will hold himself back – but it’s only a few seconds later that the closet door opens again, and TK is standing there with Mari settled on his hip.

“Found you!” their daughter exclaims.

“Yeah, found you!” TK echoes, sticking his tongue out.

“Well yeah, but I was found last!” Carlos points out with a grin.

“That’s ‘cause you’re the hide-and-seek king!” Mari kicks to be let down and Carlos shoots TK a smug look as he sets her on the ground. “Your turn to count!” Mari demands, poking at TK, before turning on her heel and running down the hallway.

“I’m sorry!” Carlos gives TK a wink and leans in close. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“You better,” TK mutters. He closes his eyes and begins to count.

#tarlos #911 ls fic #flufftober 2021 #up against the wall kiss #domestic fluff #tarlos as dads!#hide-and-seek #sneaky carlos

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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Intern Lounge Blues (Owen Hunt x Reader) SMUT

summary: Owen and you have sex in the intern lounge

tags: semi-public sex, intern/attending, pinning, kissing, making out, a lil possessive, unprotected sex but like ignore it, owen cums in you, hickeys, riding, dirty talk kinda, you guys get kind of caught, you ask owen for a date lol

a/n: tags: it's been a hot minute since i worked on this series lol

It's all you can do to push the two of you into the intern lounge, Owen had been mercilessly teasing you all day. Damn him in scrubs. You pull away from your heated make-out session to turn and lock the door, as you face away from him, he clings. His lips kiss fervorously at your neck, it's hurried yet not sloppy. He knows your sweet spots better than you do as he has you pressed against the wall. His hands tug at the bottom of your scrub top as you turn back to face him, making a small show of pulling your scrub top over your frame. You slightly push him off of you, forcing him to sit on the mildly uncomfortable bench as you take off the rest of your scrubs, kicking your sneakers off to God knows where and sliding your bottoms off, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. You give a sly smile to Owen as you clamber on top of his lap, feeling his erection poke at your covered cunt.

"Dr. Hunt-" Is all you can say before he smashes his lips against yours passionately, you feel his teeth gnaw softly at your bottom lip. He pulls away for just a second, "Owen." He says simply, "You can call me Owen." There's a soft smile from him as you now kiss him. Your lips come to his neck, kissing at the tender flesh softly, you look upwards to him. Owen. You don't know how you had ended up here with him but now you never wanted to leave. He was your attending and this was a legendarily bad idea. You couldn't care even a bit in this moment, however. He grips at your thighs at you bite his neck, not too hard, just enough that it might leave a hickey. You pull off of his neck and get off of his lap, he follows you up off the bench. He pins you against the locker door, you could get out if you wanted too though and he wanted to make sure you knew that. "Can I..?" He motions to your bra and you shake your head mischievously. "I am not going to be fully naked whilst you stand there with everything on, Owen. Take off your shirt. Please." You'd hurriedly added the please at the end, and he obliged your request, albeit while rolling his eyes. You quickly tug at his pants as he pulls them off. He pushes you against the locker once more, kissing all over your face lovingly. He grips at your hips as he whispers in your ear, his breath hot on your skin, "I am going to bury myself in you." You whine softly, "Owen, please, let me... Let me ride you, please." He smiles wickedly as he takes off his boxers, now he was making a show out of it, teasing you back. Damn him, as he freed the erection that pressed against his boxers your knees went weak. He helps stabilize you a bit, "Sure you're gonna be a steady enough?" He can't help but tease a bit more as you nod, his erection pressed against your stomach as you peel your panties off, Owen unclasping the bra that was now lazily being thrown on the floor. "Lay on the bench, Owen." You command of him, it doesn't come out much like a command and more of a request but nonetheless, he listens to you and lies down on the bench.

You climb on top of him before carefully lowering yourself onto his length, gasping at the feeling of his cock filling you up, it almost felt like too much and you couldn't find any words to speak as he squeezes at your thigh, "You know," He says, thrusting up into you, "You look beautiful like this... All mine." You nod, words escape you still as he smiles lovingly at your glossy eyes. All you can do is moan, it feels too good and you just want to savor this, all of this. "O-Owen... I-I I'm gonna- Ah!" He thrusts into you harder, right where you needed it, thumbing softly at your clit as he sends over the edge. He continues, it's over stimulating after your orgasm but you don't complain, after all, you love the way it feels. "Fucking shit..!" He grunts, "Love the way you feel, squeezing me with your tight cunt." It's only a bit longer when he spills himself inside of you, filling you to the brim. He pulls out of you, the feeling leaving you empty. He helps lift you up, steadying you against the locker as he helps you put your panties back on, there’s something about this, the intimacy and whatever you feel towards him that you certainly want more of. Besides, he’s single, attractive and though a bit older, it’s not too weird considering Dr. Grey and Dr. Shepherd. You stand, though shaky, with Owen’s help.

“Hey, Owen?” The name feels foreign on your tongue, but you like it, you’d like to say it more. “Yes?” He’s still holding onto your shoulder, you’ve steadied so you hope that it may be a sign that he likes you or appreciates you in some way. “Would you like to maybe get some coffee sometime?” Is all you ask, you feel shy despite the fact that this man just gave you a mind blowing orgasm. He nods with a smile, “I think I would, thanks.” You smile, giving his a small kiss on the cheek as you unlock the door to see a crowd of interns, chattering and gossiping and now having turned their attention toward you and Owen- Doctor Hunt.

“So, Doctor (L/N), I will see you in the E. R. for your certification later?” Owen says and while it isn’t a good safe at all, you can’t help but take the out, especially with the knowing eyes of your peers watching you and so, you smile and nod. “Of course, Dr. Hunt.”

#owen hunt x reader #owen hunt #x reader #grey's fanfiction #greys abc #grey's abc #grey's fanfic #grey’s anatomy #grey’s anatomy fanfic #fanfiction

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cobrakaisb · 2 years

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this rainy day

summary: kent falls for the sweet girl in his poetry class

warnings: sunshine!reader who uses she/her pronouns, wrote this because i’m in my kj era

song referenced: just a cloud away by pharrell williams

word count: 3.04k

kent loved his poetry class. he liked looking at different poets and dissecting their works. he liked writing his own poetry while trying to mimic the styles they talked about in class. he liked having a class that served as a creative outlet, one where he could interpret one thing while the person sitting three rows behind him got a completely different message. but most of all, the main reason why he loved his three hour poetry class that met on wednesday’s at nine am was the girl that sat next to him.

she showed up on the first day of class two minutes before the lecture began, and took the seat right next to him. it was raining that day. her hair was slightly wet and her bright red rain boots stood out in the crowd of black and gray. it was a dreary, rainy day after all, but her personality completely contrasted the gloomy atmosphere.

“you don’t mind if i sit here, do you?” she asked quietly, taking the seat next to him. “not at all,” he answered, briefly looking up from his phone. “great thanks,” she replied, and that was the end of their conversation for the day.

weeks went by, and kent barely spoke to the girl sitting next to him. of course he noticed little things about her. like how she used one of those pens that had all the different ink colors to take notes, and would change the color based on the topic of the notes. he picked up on the fact that she wore bright colors that enhanced her joyful personality. he listened while she mumbled the lyrics to a random song under her breath, or that time she came into class with her music on full blast and kent could clearly hear the song blaring from her headphones; something about clouds and a rainy day.

that was the day that kent started a conversation with her. the two exchanged pleasantries, as usual, and then he brought up her taste in music. “so what song were you listening to? something about a rainy day?” he asked, a small smile on his face. “oh you heard that? sorry it was so loud, but the song is just a cloud away by pharrell williams. it’s from despicable me two,” she answered, a soft blush coating her cheeks. kent chuckled. her song choice totally fit her character in the personal narrative that was his life.

“i’ll have to check it out. if it’s worthy of being put on full blast, it must be a good song,” he said. “yeah you should. i think you’d like it,” she answered, picking up her pen and opening to a new page in her notebook. “i’m kent by the way. kent johnson,” he introduced himself, sticking his hand out of her to shake. “hi kent, i’m y/n l/n,” she replied, shaking his hand.

kent smiled at her. their friendship was going to be a fun one, he just knew it.

after a couple classes, y/n and kent fell into a routine. he would wait for her at the entrance to the lecture hall, and the two of them would walk in together, discussing whatever song she was listening to that day. then, after class, he would walk her to the dining hall, where they parted ways until the following week.

for the most part, their contact was confined to those three hours on wednesday mornings. that changed when kent first spotted her sitting in the stands at one of his home games. in all the times they’d spoken, him playing hockey had never come up, and he honestly wanted to keep it that way. she saw him as kent, the dorky guy from poetry class, not kent the fifth overall nhl draft pick.

her presence at his game made him nervous. he wanted to play well to impress her. his nervous energy was picked up on by owen, who didn’t hesitate to comment on it. “you okay kj? it’s just michigan state. we can beat them in our sleep,” owen said. “yeah i’m fine,” kent answered shortly, returning to his warm up drills. after the game kent hustled outside to see her, but she was gone. he frowned at the thought, but he knew that he’d see her again on wednesday.

at their next poetry class, kent waited for y/n outside, per usual, with a small hot coffee in his hands. “hi kent,” she greeted, pulling out her earbuds. “hi y/n. i got you a coffee,” he said, handing her the steaming cup. “thank you! you didn’t have to do that,” she replied, taking the cup from him as the two walked towards their normal seats. kent wanted to ask her about the hockey game, and somehow mention that he was glad she made it.

“so y/n, i saw you at the hockey game this weekend,” he said as they took their seats. “yeah i went with a couple friends. when did you see me? why didn’t you come say hi? i wish i saw you,” she answered, turning her body to face him. “well i was kind of busy playing,” he replied bashfully, rubbing at the back of his neck. “you play hockey?” she asked, amazement clear in her voice. “yeah,” kent whispered, a red blush coating his cheeks. “that’s so cool. you must really like it to play in college,” she observed, and kent nodded his head in agreement. he went to say some more, but the professor walked in and began their discussion for the day.

after class that day kent asked y/n for her number, which she happily gave him. “now i can text you the playlist i made,” she said after saving his contact in her phone. “what playlist?” kent asked as they began the trek to the dining hall. “the one with all the songs you didn’t know. everytime you asked me what song i was listening too, i added it to the playlist,” she replied, like it was the most casual thing in the world. kent’s heart swelled. she was absolutely adorable, and he loved it.

later that night, kent received a link to her spotify playlist. without hesitation, he clicked the play button. the first song that popped up was just a cloud away. the song from despicable me two, he remembered. he took a screenshot of the app, clearly showing which song was playing, and sent it to y/n along with a text that read: “is this your favorite song?” she replied quickly: “yes!! enjoy the playlist!!”

the next few games, the boys noticed a change in kent’s behavior. he was checking his phone more often in the locker room and suddenly he was listening to music before warmups. they didn’t question it, until brendan caught him sneaking out of the locker room with a spare jersey in hand.

“dude look,” he whispered, trying to catch thomas’s attention. “what?” thomas asked, following brendan’s finger, which was pointing at kent leaving the locker room. “should we follow him?” brendan asked. “is that considered an invasion of privacy?” thomas replied. “is what considered an invasion of privacy?” owen asked, joining in on their conversation. “following kent,” the duo answered in unison. “where was he going?” the tall boy asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“we don’t know. that’s why we’re following him,” brendan answered, as he got up and left the locker room, gesturing for owen and thomas to come along. “where are we going?” matty and truss asked as they followed the three boys out of the locker room. “to spy on kent,” thomas answered casually.

“are you sure it’s okay if i wear this?” an unfamiliar voice asked, causing the five boys to freeze in their steps. “yeah it’s totally fine,” kent answered. “you’re not gonna get into trouble?” the first person asked, and brendan turned to the boys mouthing the words ‘a girl?’. kent chuckled at her question. “i’m not gonna get in trouble, sunshine, just relax. now will you please put it on? i want to see,” he begged, a slight whine present in his voice. “oh my god,” owen whispered, eyes wide. “kent totally has a girlfriend,” he continued, causing all the boys to smile.

now they were all back in the locker room, kent included, putting on their pads. “so sunshine, are you ready for tonight's game?” brendan asked, shooting thomas a look. “what? are you talking to me?” kent asked. “yeah. is it okay if i call you sunshine?” brendan replied, a teasing smirk on his face. “yeah i guess. why are you acting weird brisson?” kent questioned the brunette boy. “no reason. just being my normal self,” he answered, turning back to his own business.

when the team skated out onto the ice, kent’s eyes searched for y/n in the sea of maize and blue. finally, his eyes locked with hers and she waved at him, a big smile on her face. kent smiled too, a natural response to her beautiful one, waving. thankfully, none of the boys noticed the brief interaction between the two, so kent could play the game without hearing their chirping in his ear.

“post-win party at my house! who’s in?” brendan shouted when the team reentered the locker room after a great game and big win. everyone responded with a chorus of ‘yeahs’ and ‘mes’. well everyone except kent, who flat out said no. “no partying tonight kj? not even after that big goal?” matty asked. “nah man. i think i’m just gonna turn in and take it easy,” he replied, undressing at top speed.

finally, after what felt like forever, he was able to meet y/n in the main entrance to yost. “hi sunshine,” he whispered, sliding into the spot next to her. “hi kent! you played so well,” she praised, pulling him into a hug, a new edition in their encounters. “thank you. are we still on for movie night?” he asked. this would be their first time hanging out together outside of poetry class. “um yeah. you have to watch despicable me two, starstruck, tangled, and so many more. we need to start somewhere,” she replied, a big smile on her face. “okay i was just checking,” kent answered, taking her hand in his.

the two of them walked to kent’s house off campus. on the way there, y/n plugged in her headphones, giving one to kent. the two listened to the playlist she made for him, occasionally talking about the song that was playing, until they reached the house.

“i’m going to change. do you want to order a pizza or something?” kent asked as he led y/n into the kitchen area. “yeah sure. i like cheese but what kind do you want?” she replied, picking up her cell phone to call the number on the menu kent handed her. “let’s get a veggie one too. oh and an order of mozzarella sticks,” he said. y/n smiled at him, nodding as she repeated the order quietly to herself. kent looked at her fondly, she was so pretty and an absolute ray of sunshine in his drab life.

“so i ordered the pizza. they said about twenty minutes,” y/n announced when kent returned in a pair of sweatpants and a michigan hockey shirt. “awesome! i left some sweats and a shirt on my bed if you wanted to change out of your jeans,” kent replied, getting a bit shy at the end. “that’d be great, thanks kent. which room is yours?” “down the hall, last one on your right,” he instructed with a small smile. y/n nodded, before heading off to get changed.

when she came back, completely decked out in his clothes, kent couldn’t help the giant smile and bright blush that occupied his face. she was so darn cute. “you look great,” he mumbled as she sat on the couch next to him. “shut up,” was the reply as they flicked through netflix until y/n found despicable me two.

that night they sat cuddled up on the couch, watching the films whose soundtrack made up their shared playlist. eventually the two moved the marathon from the living room to kent’s bedroom. “my roommates will ask too many questions if they see us out here, and no one wants to deal with that,” he explained as she followed him down the hall. kent didn’t know what time it was, but at some point during the night his bedroom door opened. whoever it was took one look at the duo cuddled up in kent’s bed before closing the door softly.

“kent breakfast is ready…oh my god!” someone shouted. kent groaned loudly, pulling the covers up above his head. “get out,” he rasped, not even looking at the person standing in his doorway. the person snickered, “yeah we’ll leave you and your girlfriend alone.” that caused kent’s eyes to widen. suddenly he was very aware of the second body in his bed, and how his arms were wrapped tightly around her.

“oh god! y/n…y/n,” kent said, shaking her shoulders to get her to wake up. “mmm,” she mumbled, burying her face deeper into his pillows. “no y/n you don’t understand, they saw us. my roommates,” he panicked, sitting up in bed. her eyes fluttered open at his statement, a yawn escaping her lips as she stretched out her arms. “what’s the big deal?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. kent’s eyes grew to the size of a golf ball. how was she so relaxed given their current predicament?

“they saw us, sleeping, together in the same bed,” kent said slowly. “okay and? all we did was sleep,” she replied. kent’s hand came up to his face. “they’re going to talk sunshine,” he mumbled. at his tone of utter defeat, y/n moved closer to him. she placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing soothing circles on it with her thumb. “so let them. we know the truth. the two of us are just friends, it was simply platonic cuddling,” she whispered and a lump grew in kent’s throat at her words.

right. they were just friends.

the day an impromptu meeting occurred between y/n and kent’s friends was one of the best and worst days of his life. it was amazing because now he wasn’t hiding anything from the people who had quickly become like brothers to him. they met y/n and everyone got along fairly well. the downside to this was that everyone got along really well. kent could no longer justify keeping her all to himself because she got along with all the other guys. he had to share now.

that’s exactly what was happening right now. kent brought y/n to a party at one of the guy’s houses after another win. although she was still wearing his jersey, the one with his last name on it, he didn’t like the way brendan was dancing with her. he was too close. kent felt his jaw clench and his grip on the red solo cup tighten. y/n, bless her soul, noticed kent’s unease from a distance and promptly excused herself from brendan’s grip.

“come outside and chat with me? it’s hot in here,” she asked approaching kent. “yeah sure,” kent agreed with no hesitation. he relaxed as y/n’s hand found its way into his as she led him through the crowded house to the front stairs. she sat down on the stoop, patting the spot next to her, which kent happily took.

they sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being next to each other in the cool michigan air. “i’m sorry for dancing with brendan,” y/n finally said, looking anxiously at kent. the blonde’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open. he had not meant to be that obvious. “why are you apologizing? you can dance with whoever you want,” kent asked. “i ignored you, and you're the one who invited me to the party. besides it was stupid to think brendan’s idea would work anyways,” she answered, looking away from his sea green eyes.

a look of confusion passed over kent’s face. “what did brendan say?” he asked, grabbing her hand in his. she sighed, looking back at him. she opened her mouth to respond but gently shook her head no, refusing to say anything. “what did he say, sunshine?” kent demanded, voice taking a firmer tone. “that you liked me, but that’s absurd right? i mean we’re just friends,” she said, throwing in a forced laugh to make it seem like she wasn’t sad about their lack of a romantic relationship.

“oh sunshine,” kent whispered, hands coming up to cup her cheeks. “please kent don’t. if you don’t feel the same way just,” she started but was cut off when his plump lips collided with hers. the kiss said everything that kent needed to say. how much he wanted her, no needed her, and how he’s always loved her. it took y/n a second, but quickly their mouths were moving insync. her hands held his wrists, keeping him close to her.

when they pulled away for air, kent’s forehead rested on hers. “everything changed when i saw you, sunshine. you’re all i want, if you’ll have me,” he confessed, looking into her gorgeous eyes. she nodded. “of course kent. you’re all i want too,” she answered sincerely. kent smiled, pulling her in for another kiss. “can we go home? maybe watch tangled?” he asked, thumb softly rubbing across her cheek. “i’d like that,” she answered as the two of them stood up from the steps.

“you know, thank goodness for that rainy day,” kent said, swinging their joined hands back and forth. “what rainy day?” she asked, giving him a quizzical look. “the first poetry class was on a rainy day. you had these cherry red rain boots on, and immediately my eyes were focusing solely on you,” he explained. “so without that rainy day, we never would’ve met. who knew you were only a cloud away sunshine,” he continued causing a blush to rise on her cheeks.

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