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tropes-and-tales · 3 months

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Not Real Just Yet

Day 14: Breeding Kink (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: Breeding kink; the appearance of dub-con but with clear consent discussed; smut (PiV, unprotected); 18+ only. Again, this is a breeding KINK with an element of dub-con (but consensual), so if that isn't your thing, pass on this one.

Word Count: 1513

AN: This was requested by an anonymous person! It was also not edited in any way!

It’s not real.

It’s not real just yet because Bob is active duty, often deployed for long stretches.

It’s not real just yet because you’re in a PhD program that requires long, long hours: as you TA for undergrad classes, as you pore over old archived papers buried in colleges across the U.S., as you spend late nights on your thesis.

It’s not real just yet because you and Bob are sometimes just ships passing in the night, and you both hate it, but you’re both committed to each other and see this current pain as paying off in the near future.

It’s not real just yet because Bob, modern though he is, has old-fashioned ideas. He wants to put a ring on your finger first, wants to carry you over the threshold of a shared home, wants to settle into a nice stretch of married life as a couple before adding to your family.

It’s not real just yet. It’s just a fun way of playing around in the bedroom, and it’s more about the power dynamics of the breeding kink. You have an implant, so the risk is minimal, but it’s still fun to pretend.

Bob, the back seater who often feels powerless: he gets to take the dominant role.

You, the harried student who often feels like there’s too much piled on your shoulders: you get to take the submissive role.

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It’s not real just yet, but it sure as hell feels real. Bob is finally home from a tour around the South Pacific, and you’ve finally turned in pages to your thesis advisor. You each have the luxury of time, for once, and you turn your respective life frustrations on each other in the best possible way.

It’s easy to forget it’s not real when Bob slides inside you, the wet silky heat of your pussy and not a single barrier to stop him from feeling every sensation. The delicious slickness of your arousal, the molten warmth, the way you bear down when he’s buried in you and whispers in your ear. He whispers the filthiest things he’s ever said in bed with anyone, and sometimes he’s embarrassed in the morning when he remembers it, but the embarrassment never lingers—because he loves you, because he feels safe to explore this side of himself with you.

I’m gonna breed you, sweetheart.

Just take it. Good girl, take it.

Gonna look so good, full of my baby.

Gonna make you a mommy.

Take all of it.

Taking me so good. Can’t wait to see your belly all round with our baby.

Just lie back and take it like a good girl.

He fucks you slowly, deep, purposeful thrusts that he punctuates with his dirty talk. He knows it’s not real, but it’s so easy to fall into the fantasy, especially when you whimper at his words, when you cling to his shoulders and whine out your answering script.

Wait, Bobby…wait…

Maybe we shouldn’t…

It’s all a game, of course. It toes the line of dubious consent but Bob knows it’s all consensual because you never utter the safe word and neither does he. And sometimes he thinks maybe it’s sick, maybe it’s twisted, and maybe no one else would understand it, but when he voices those concerns to you, you always allay them. You always cup his face and tell him that what the two of you do in the privacy of your bedroom is your business and no one else’s.

“Besides,” you told him once. “You have no idea what your pals in Top Gun are into when it comes to kinks. I bet Bagman is a foot fetish weirdo.”

So he pushes those doubts aside because fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s done, exploring all the weird and surprising twists within his own sexuality and yours.

Your first orgasm is always the strongest—maybe because you pretend to fight it, pretend you don’t want this. Bob notices all of your little tells: the way your fingertips dig into the blades of his shoulders until he knows he’ll have dusty little bruises there in the morning. The way your arousal absolutely soaks his pistoning cock, soaks the thatch of rough curls at the base of him. The way you whine out no, please, as if your body is betraying you, and isn’t that part of the fantasy too: that he fucks you so well that you can’t fight off the orgasm he works from you?

“Good girl,” he whispers against your temple. “Good girl, coming for me.” He slows his thrusting, savors the spasms of your aftershocks, allows you to recover.

“Please Bobby,” you breathe out. “It’s too risky—”

He closes his eyes and kisses your temple, feels the sweat making your hair damp. “You think too much,” he murmurs. He shifts his head, nips at your earlobe before he whispers in your ear, “just take it like a good girl.”

“Bobby—”

“You’re going to look so fucking hot, swollen with my baby.” He says that staring into your eyes, which are wide in mock-fear, part of the game, but he can see how wide your pupils are too, your eyes damned near black, and it’s a reassuring reminder that yes, you are into this game too, you’re enjoying it as much as him. And sure enough, there’s the answering clench in your pussy, the way you unconsciously bear down on him as he starts to resume his slow, firm rhythm of fucking you.

And now that you’ve come once, he takes it up a notch, ratchets the moment higher. He gets an arm under your knee and hoists your leg up and out, spreads you out more for him to bury himself in you. It grants him that extra bit of depth into your pussy, and each time he hilts his cock in you, it draws out a low groan from you, a throaty growl that makes the coil of tension in his gut tighten.

Here is usually where the game falters just a bit. Bob’s never had this with any other girlfriend before; sex was always a fraught, anxious thing for him. He always worried about his performance in bed. Most of his girlfriends before you usually laid in bed like a starfish, limp and unresponsive, and it took Bob a long time to realize that it was them, not him, that was the problem.

But sex with you is always good. Sometimes fun and playful, sometimes intimate and soulful. Sometimes, like now, it’s both of you working through your own personal demons—him and his feelings of inadequacy, you and your feelings of overwhelm—but doing it together. Exploring shadowy sides of yourselves in a perfectly safe, perfectly loving way.

How could he not want to put that ring on your finger, carry you over that threshold? Bob could travel the world for the rest of his life and never find anyone half as suited to him as you.

And now, your second orgasm approaches. Now your hands shift from clutching at his shoulders. Your palms lay flat on his chest and you push lightly against him, the climax of your game timed to the climax you’ll share with him.

“Bobby, please,” you pant out. “It’s not s-safe. Pull…pull out—”

But he doesn’t because it’s part of the game, and a beat later, when you arch underneath him, when your eyes flutter shut and you wail out his name, he pushes into you and stills. He feels his own tension snap, and he comes with a pained fuck, baby, take it, and it’s absolutely perfect: the way your pussy ripples against his cock, how it pulls the thick ropes of his cum deeper into the confines of your body.

Here is where the game falls apart. Or, rather, it ends. Sex is a release for both of you, but since you are generally more stressed and wound-up than Bob, you have the habit of giggling directly afterwards. Which might make a lesser man wither, but the tic charms Bob, and now he chuckles along with you.

“Oof,” you breathe out once the laughing passes. You wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down to you. “That was great.”

Bob is still half hard, so he shifts his weight carefully to avoid slipping out of you. He leans his weight on one forearm and gazes down at you with a smile. He brushes gentle kisses across your warm face. “I missed you.”

You smile up at him. “I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home.”

Home. Right now, it’s just a crummy little apartment near campus, but as Bob settles closer to you, he can already picture the future with you: a better apartment or maybe even a house somewhere. You with your PhD, him with his military career. Each of you with rings on your fingers, vows made and received, maybe a dog adopted from a shelter.

And maybe, after that, you can play at your mutual kink for real.

#bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #top gun maverick #kinktober 2023 #tropes and tales

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carigm · 3 months

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MAJOR POTENTIAL SPOILERS/LEAKS REGARDING S5 (WARNING)

Last Spring/Summer, a semi popular fandom account on Twitter got sent some leaks about S5, focused on the first half of the season. At this time, many fandom accounts were receiving supposed leaks, so our attention was a bit scattered and we didn’t focus on any of them too much. A popular leak account on Twitter (unrelated to ST) also mentioned that they had gotten the first half of S5 leaked, and that this source is “never wrong”. Now, it is hard to tell if these leaks are the same as the ones that the specific fandom account I’m talking about received, but something to keep in mind. Her leaks were given to her by a person named James (which I assume is a fake name). These leaks were also posted on Reddit, last year, by her (the person in the fandom that got the leaks from James) but some major things were omitted in that post. I’m gonna leave a link here in case you guys want to read the discussion.

I’m sharing these leaks with you because some things from them are kinda lining up with what we’re seeing from S5 production. Keep in mind that these could be fake/wrong, and James himself said he didn’t have info on the last couple of scripts.

According to James, Mike dies in Ep. 3. I’m adding more screenshots later for more context, but the gist of these leaks is that Mike bites it, mlvn never breakup nor do they get a resolution, and Byler is left up to interpretation but never really happens. (I don’t really need to get into how shitty this all is writing wise)

Let’s go over the things these leaks might have potentially gotten right, according to what we know so far.

1. James said that the time jump would occur in ep. 1, after an establishing scene where S4 left off. He said the time jump would place us in late 1987/early 1988. He also mentioned there would be a series of flashbacks showcasing stuff from before the time jump. The dates he gave do seem to be accurate, and David Harbour had a shaved head right before they went into filming, which could imply pre time jump scenes.

2. According to him, after Mike dies, they find a letter he had been writing. Some of us were theorizing Finn had a letter in his back pocket in those rooftop pics. Could’ve also been Finn’s script and he just stuck it there (who knows).

3. He said that Joyce gets badly injured in ep.3, and since there’s speculation Winona was seen filming at the hospital, some people think that means she was taken there because of her injury. It’s important to notice that Natalia, Cara, and Finn were also supposedly seen filming at the hospital, and that the production called for many extras for nurses and paramedics. So whatever they’re filming at the hospital, it might be bigger than Joyce getting injured in her leg. Let’s remember Max is at the hospital too. I’m not 100% sold on this part of the leaks.

4. Today it was revealed that they’re setting up to film at Stone Mountain. (This is where they filmed UD scenes for S4)

Apparently production might have purple tentacles out already. (UD vines?)

Cara Buono mentioned, in that video shared by Ross Duffer, that she was filming stuff from Ep.2. This was around 2 days ago.

The people that know about the leaks think this is where Mike dies in ep. 3. Here’s some further context:

Here’s some stuff he said about mlvn:

Which is just….meh, because like I said, it doesn’t look like him and El ever breakup before his supposed death. Plus Byler never gets any resolution.

Now some things that might disprove the leaks (I’m trying to be impartial here)

1. These leaks mentioned Argyle a couple of times, saying he has a hero moment at some point. Eduardo made it sound like he’s not coming back to the show, but tbh he could just be lying. He’s listed for ep.2 on IMDb (and yes I know anyone with an account can edit that site)

2. These leaks say that Mike is very insufferable for the 3 episodes he’s alive, basically lashing out at everyone, specially El, and just overall behaving like an asshole. I really didn’t get that from the ElMike rooftop scene, in fact he seemed very gentle with her. People that know about these leaks think that the rooftop scene is Mike maybe apologizing to El and them having a heart to heart, right before he dies (no comment).

All in all, if Mike is dying this early, I’m sure we’ll know soon enough. The rest of the cast is gonna be filming for like a year, and Finn will be done in like two weeks 💀

I also hope there’s more leaks soon (on Reddit) so that we might compare them to these and see wtf is up.

I know someone is gonna inevitably ask why leaks would be out almost a whole year before they started filming when we usually get them during filming or post production, but I’ve been told these leaks happened around the time the writer’s strike began, which is when they were originally gonna start filming. I was also told other shows had issues with leaks around that same time.

I don’t want to get too much into the truly awful writing we’re facing if these are real but…First, I believe it’s a total disservice to Mike’s character. One of your mains since S1 and you don’t even offer him the option of dying towards the end of the season? Even fucking Eddie got that. Two, it seems like a very easy cop out for not having to make Byler canon. Let’s just have neither ship be endgame and that way we don’t get queerbaiting allegations. It also stands in a zone too close to torture porn for my liking, because sure let’s kill the character two of the most traumatized characters in the history of TV love most. And yes, it’s also a disservice to El and Will’s characters. And lastly, if that supposed letter vaguely alludes Mike having some sort of sexuality problems (we don’t know atp) it is pretty fucked up they just killed him off like that. Sure let’s not explore any of that, but give a half assed explanation via letter ex machina. This is looking like Supernatural finale levels of bad to me.

Another point, I distinctly remember the Duffers saying, after S4, that they could never kill off a character like Mike because it would be too painful, and that ST would cease to be ST and lose its identity. They didn’t want to be like GOT. I sincerely hope they actually meant this and were not trying to be cheeky or whatever the fuck.

It would be genuinely insane, and quite frankly, a highlight of their lack of writing abilities.

I hope the leaks are wrong, but I felt like it was necessary to warn everyone just in case. I know I’m not watching something this awful.

#byler #stranger things #st5 spoilers #st5 leaks #mike wheeler #mileven

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Silver Lining 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your phone buzzes as your niece bounces dangerously close to the tree. Your sister's in town with her two kids, but neither her or her husband seem to care much about watching them. Somehow, you're tasked with that and unsure what to do about their endless energy. You envy them truly so you just kind of let them go.

You hear your mother and sister chattering in the kitchen, her husband is in the garage with your stepdad, and as always, you're the odd one out. You slide your phone out and check the ID. It's Bucky, technically your new boss. You notice you've missed a few texts from him. Great. Not a good start. You were supposed to tell everyone at dinner about your new gig.

You answer, watching the kids without much thought, play tug of war over a string of tinsel. You should stop them but it'll just snap anyhow. You clear your throat and put your hand to your cheek, feeling the nervousness warm your skin.

"Hello, Mr. B-Barnes," you eke out.

"Bucky, it's fine," he sounds slightly irritated but you don't think you've heard a different tone from him so far, "you're busy?"

"Well, uh, n-not exactly," you shrug, "j-just family s-stuff."

"Family... so you won't be able to go over the script? I just got your edits."

"U-uh, y-yeah, if you want to, I c-can grab my l-laptop," you offer and turn your back to the room.

"I'd prefer it if we could meet. I'm more of a face-to-face person."

"O-old-fashioned," you comment. You regret that he exhales deeply on the other end. "S-sorry, I o-only meant--"

"You're right. I'm old-fashioned. Not a bad thing," he insists, "so, is it too late? Should we find another time?"

"T-tomorrow?"

"I'm going out of town for the weekend," he huffs, "I really want to have this ready to record when I get back."

"R-right," you chew your thumb, a sudden bawling tears through the air as you spin around and find your nephew stuck under the tree. Oh no! "Oh, sh-shoot."

You cover the microphone as you lower the phone. Your sister rushes in, your mother at her heels as they squeal. You watch helpless as she fishes Casey from under the fir branches, "you were supposed to be watching them," she accuses.

"I-I was?"

"Oh, come on, you know, I barely get a minute to myself and you can't just keep an eye on two kids? Ugh, no job and you can't be bothered just to look," she snarls.

They're not your kids. You flutter your lashes as you fight back tears and that smart remark.

"I actually h-have a c-call from m-my new job," you hold out your phone and wiggle it at her, "I d-don't b-babysit f-for free."

She scoffs and your mom tuts as she shakes her head. They don't even care. No congratulations but they can constantly throw your unemployment in your face. You take a breath and roll your eyes.

"S-sorry, I g-got to go," you turn and drag your feet out of the room.

"Well, she didn't say she had a job," your mother mutters as your sister grumbles back, "about time."

You ignore them as you head upstairs. It's better you let your sister bask in her spotlight. You weren't looking forward to dinner anyhow. Not for anything more than the hunger groaning in your stomach. You put the phone back to your ear.

"A-are you there? S-sorry, I g-got distracted."

"Really, if you're busy--"

"N-no, I n-need to get a-away," you say.

You're silent at the confession. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic. You go down the hall to your room and find a sweater.

"Well, uh, how about we meet at the cafe? Middle ground. You like that place?"

"Up t-to you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You need a ride?" He asks, to your surprise.

You pause as you grip the bright pink wool in your hand, "N-no, I'll f-find my way." You swallow and lay the sweater on your bed, "uh, b-bye."

You hang up before he can respond. You're embarrassed. He probably heard all of that and more. And now you've gone and betrayed your stupid self to him. Of all people. He doesn't need to know you're a complete failure. You hate to accept it but you have to; you need him more than he needs you. So maybe you'll just change the damn thesis after all.

🩶

You get to the coffee shop with snow caked on your hat and in the collar of your coat. You shake it off just outside and enter, your cheeks and nose kissed with the cold. As much as you love the winter, it's a bit much. You let out a brrr as you pull of your mitts and tuck them inside your hat. You hear your name and glance over. It's him, he's beat you there.

You tramp over to him as the snow melts off your boots and you wave, setting your bag in the chair as you unbutton your coat.

"Didn't m-mean t-to take too l-long," you say.

"Hot chocolate shouldn't be that cold," he assures you. You wince and look at the table. Sure enough, there's a second cup.

"O-oh, you d-didn't have t-to--"

"It's fine, not a big deal," he shakes his head.

You nod and hang your coat over the back of the chair and tuck away your mittens and hat in the sleeve. You sit and bring your bag into your lap. You flip up the flap and pull out your laptop, chilly from the walk there. You sense him watching you. You leave your computer shut as you lay it out and reach for the hot chocolate. You give it a taste and hum, thanking him.

"Sounds like a rough day," he comments.

"Y-yeah, b-but you d-don't have to w-worry about it," you assure him, glancing around evasively. When is he going to start being mean?

"You got kids?" He asks.

You have to hold in your laughter. "Sister's k-kids," you explain, "n-not for m-me."

"Ah," he accepts and reaches for his coffee, "right. Makes sense."

You keep your eyes down. You don't want to get too personal. Feels like he's just being polite, likely because he feels bad for you, not about his previous behavior.

"Don't got any either," he leans forward, his thick fingers hugging his cup, "so, your new draft was... great."

"R-really?" You lift your gaze meekly.

"Yeah, yeah, I just have a few notes," he sits back to bend down to the bag at his feet, "thanks for coming so last minute.”

You open your laptop, trying not to show any emotion. It's kind of him but you just don't believe it's anything other than pity.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabbles #series #silver lining #silverfox #au #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Bad Feeling

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: you have a bad feeling when your girlfriend’s working and you’ll act upon it, however it didn’t go as planned

Warnings: angsttt

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Starting with the Angsttt👀 hope you like this! 🤍✨

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It had been almost 3 years since you had been together with your girlfriend, Jenna. You were always with her wherever she went because being the cuddly girl she was she never wanted to get separated from you for too much time. That’s why wherever she went to film movies, she always asked an extra place for you. Everyone knew you by now, her family, her managers, her casting crew and you even got to meet the other actors she would act with. You had even gained a little following. You weren’t an actress, well you actually weren’t famous. You were just a normal girl who happened to be Jenna’s girlfriend, but people loved you two as a couple, so since the first time Jenna tagged you on her instagram stories, people started following you on social medias and tagging you two on edits or even on fanarts. You had to admit you didn’t mind that.

However with that came also a lot of responsibilities. You were starting to get recognized in public even when you were out on your own and let’s not talk about paparazzis taking pictures of you, following you home. Luckily you didn’t yet live with Jenna. You wanted to live with her but it meant leaving her no privacy at all, this is why when she wasn’t filming you’d talk through phone calls or video calls, catching up when you went with her on filming locations. This was one of those times, you had gone to Romania with her on set of “Wednesday” because she had to film her new series. There you met Tim Burton (you fangirled a lot over his movies and it was a pleasure for you to meet him) and also managed fo make friends with the other actors.

They were all around your age, so most of the times even if Jenna’d finish filming late at night you’d spend time with them, talking outside someone’s trailer or when it was colder you would just get inside and talk about everything, play cards or table games, you always had things to do, and of course there was also your alone time with your girlfriend. Luckily the time on sets was longer then the times off set so you’d see her a lot actually. When you had alone time you would help her revise her scripts, watch movies together, cuddle and even go further than that. You loved each other so much, and both of you could swear on your parents’s life that you would never find someone better than each other.

That day you woke up with a really bad feeling, well actually you had spent your whole night awake because of it. You knew something would happen, you were sure of it and when you had bad feelings, they would always come true. You were also sure that this bad feeling was about your girlfriend, so you just felt the need to be with her and protect her if anything happened. Soon Jenna’s morning alarm rang and she turned it off before turning around in your arms as she stretched “mhmmm I don’t wanna get up…” she mumbled with her eyes still closed as she snuggled up to you, hands on your chest and you gently caressed her cheeks. “Good morning my beautiful princess” you said and watched her both smile and blush, moving in closer as she hid her face in the crook of your neck giggling.

“Don’t call me that!” She said shyly and you kissed her head with a smile. You two stayed like that for a while, cuddling in silence until you spoke up. “Babe I know I probably can’t, but can I come on set with you today?” You asked, Jenna pulled back and looked at you. Eyes swollen from the sleep, she seemed confused. “You never asked me that… I think you can but why?” She asked as she caressed your cheeks, enjoying the morning cuddles. “I have a bad feeling, I feel like something bad is going to happen to you and I want to be there to stop that from happening.” You looked down. You already had these episodes, and Jenna always made you go with her, even though nothing actually happened.

“If that makes you feel more secure then yes honey of course you can, I could never deny you that” she said and you smiled, somewhat sighing in relief as you nodded and pulled her in for a sweet sleepy kiss. “Thank you honey, now come on get up so we can head to set” you said and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before both of you got up and headed to hair and makeup and then going on set. You two had some time together before filming started. “You know, you look so cute in these braids” you said and played with her hair “don’t touch them! Tim spent a lot of time doing them how he likes… I promise I’ll let you play with my hair when we get back to our trailer” you smiled and nodded at her words, kissing her cheek as you hugged her from behind, waiting for all the equipment to be ready. She looked so small in those oversized clothes.

Then Jenna started filming. It was one of the scenes inside Weems’s office. It was the place with most equipment, for some reason which you came to the conclusion to be because of the different angles the scenes were filmed at. You had to admit you loved the atmosphere that was there on sets, it was so interesting to see how all the equipment worked. Though while you checked all of the stuff around you noticed that one of the structures built in to hold the cameras was failing right on top your girlfriend. You tried to make the crew notice, but they were too busy with filming that they didn’t notice you. You hoped she would move from her position soon, but it didn’t seem like she would anytime soon.

“Shit shit shit-“ you thought to yourself as you stared at the equipment. You couldn’t just let it fall on her head, and just as the last nail keeping it up failed, you jumped in where she was and pushed her away as the equipment broke and fell on you. It took Jenna a while to get up from where she had hit the ground, but when she did she saw a terrible scene happening in front of her. “ (Y/N)! OH MY GOD-“ she ran to where you were supposed to be, there was nowhere she could see your body, except for your hand. They obviously stopped recording and tried getting you out of there, but the equipment was far too heavy to move on their own. Jenna started crying and yelling. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) Can you hear me? Please please answer me!” She then moved to the crew “AND YOU GUYS FUCKING DO SOMETHING! SHE COULD DIE UNDER THERE!” At that they tried again, to no use.

Jenna reached for your hand and as she did she heard you cry weakly “Baby can you hear me? Please please be okay-“ she said the last part mostly to herself as you gently squeezed her hand “J-Jen it hurts- I c-can’t breathe-“ you cried out in pain under the remains of the equipment. In the meantime someone had called an ambulance and you could hear it from a distance “don’t worry baby- you’ll be okay.. someone called an ambulance, just please stay with me” she said, trying to reassure you but eventually she felt you lose your grip. She began to cry more and beg for the cast mates to get the heavy pieces off of you. The ambulance soon arrived and took you to the hospital, and as much as Jenna insisted to go with you the crew didn’t let her. She had to continue filming.

However she couldn’t. She tried filming different scenes but she was too distracted, she was constantly thinking of you, if you were okay, if you were in danger, and she couldn’t help but think about the fact that you told her this morning that you had a bad feeling. It could have been her. At some point she even wanted to be her instead of you but seeing how you didn’t hesitate in jumping in front of death for you, made her realize how much she loved you and how much you loved her. The crew mates and the director though saw how Jenna was distracted so he let her go for the day, and she immediately asked to be brought to the hospital.

The other cast mates, having gotten close to you, decided to go with Jenna, one because they cared about you, two because they wanted to comfort Jenna. As soon as they arrived at the hospital and went looking for you, they were met by your doctor who explained them everything, and also told them that your life was not in danger but also that you had a chest and a head trauma so you were now resting and had a mask to help with the oxygen. Jenna couldn’t help but just be glad you were okay as she got in your room. She sat down in the visitors chair and took your hand as she cried slightly waiting for you to wake up. Emma, Percy, and Hunter there as well as they were the ones you bonded more with.

Eventually after a while you did wake up and immediately squeezed your girlfriend’s hand, who looked at you with tears in her eyes. “(Y/N)? Babe are you awake?” She asked you, having noticed your eyelids flatter as you softly smiled at her and tried to sit up, only to stop when you felt pain in your chest. “No no don’t try to sit up” she said and gently pushed you to lay back down, caressing your cheek. “Are you okay?” She asked, a tear rolling down her cheek as you wiped it away with your hand. You nodded at her question. “Geez you scared me a lot! You are so crazy at times (Y/N)!” She sighed out of relief “wow I save your life and this is the thank you I get?” You replied jokingly and watched her smile and shake her head. “Don’t do that ever again!” She said as she gently nudged your side.

“I promise baby. But next time I have a bad feeling, we’re staying home.”

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n0tamused · 23 days

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♦Blade and his sick s/o

”You haven’t been.. acting too well lately. What is it?”

He is doing his best to empathize with this state you are in, head buried in a pillow, groaning at every move you make, skin feverish to the touch.

He remembers, vaguely, getting sick himself in the past, but whatever he felt at that time escaped his memory. His sickness never lasted long when he was more…human. Now the only sickness he has is the mara, and that can hardly be compared to what you are going through. Your illness can't even hold a candle to his state - but he does not judge nor belittle you.

He knows he needs to be gentle, caring, warm, soft, he needs to be everything he is not.

So he is uneasy, tense, but he wants you to be better, he knows that much for certain. So what little he can do, he cooks, even if the kitchen ends up in some mild mess caused by the cursed shaking of his hands and the occasion jerking of it, the bones and nerves locking in at worst moments during the cooking process

Whatever he cooks, he has to take it back a step in the process a few times before actually taking it to you. He just wants it to be the best it can be, and it happened too many times when his hand flinched and he poured too much salt into the stew.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d be able to eat in this state..so I brought you this. Come on, eat. You need your strength back”

And when you ask to cuddle him he is reluctant, he isn’t the most calm sleeper there is, or even when he is awake, he can’t stay still so long. But as you lay your head on his chest and snuggle closer he can’t help but feel a sense of responsibility to remain still as much as possible.

Even when the uncomfortable itch settles at the tips of his fingers and slowly burns its way up his entire arm. He bears it as best as he can, until you are dozing off and deep in slumber. He then sneaks off, carefully crawling from underneath you, tucking you in beforehand, and goes to clean up the mess he caused. He returns before you wake up, watching over you.. doing what little he can. It gives him a sense he's doing more than he is, and it gives him purpose besides the Destiny Elio scripted out. For once he is doing the protecting instead of hunting.

Was meeting you ever in his script..?

Old hcs. Hope y'all like em nonetheless.

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aconflagrationofmyown · 9 months

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Summary: an episode taking place after “Three Way Script”

Warnings: talks of still born children, suggestions of threesomes, consensual infidelity and polyamory

Notes: gosh I’ve been off here so long and yet I’m still clogged with love notes! How’d i get so lucky? This fandom truly is the sweetest, most gushing and loving imaginable and each of you are dear to me and I miss you all. Europe has seemed to swallow me as I’m over for another month I had not anticipated. That’s ok. It’s that’s great in fact but I’m whooped and tired and missing the chance to make believe with y’all. Here’s a little resurgence in that, thanks for your patience and please, please, please keep spamming me all you want in my inbox and dms as I adore it and it helps me feel included even as I’m a little preoccupied with work right now. Xoxo🌹

Cautions: this was written and not edited a bit, wahooo

Anne’s The Name

Ann-Margret was rather used to being ambushed outside her dressing room by the occasional stray autograph seeker, an entitled producer or five anticipating more, or co-stars looking for a drink after shooting to wind down the chemistry of the day.

As of yet, she’d never been met by a wife.

But there she was, Elaine. Never having met her before didn’t afford Ann even a split second of ignorance. She knew who she was. Mrs. Presley was unmistakable, even when playing at being inconspicuous. Leaning against the stage wall in a somehow more provocatively natural stance than even her husband could manage, those long legs freshly tanned against a pink shift skirt and the elegant length of her -she was slimmer than the papers showed her, what with this baby making hiatus- topped off by chocolate curls getting whipped around her like the studio’s wind tunnel was a paid employee. More deadly still was when the opened door attracted her attention and that pretty pearl adorned neck turned to face Ann, that stunner of a face entirely full of curiosity and maybe…mischief?

Ann was too startled to be certain.

Startled by her sudden appearance, startled by the prettiness of her, startled by the lack of venom anywhere to be found on that compelling face, the lips of which were quirking up in a undeniable smirk of teasing enjoyment. She was enjoying Ann’s dumbfounded, half cocked, partway out the door, frozen in place shock. Somehow this was neither the self sacrificing Saint not irate Madonna that Ann anticipated maybe one day being confronted by.

Instead she was being warmly appraised by heavily fringed eyes that glimmered gold in the late day’s sun. Like her merits for lover or playmate were being gauged. Ann wondered if the rumors were true, if Elvis had really taken a lump of clay and fashioned himself a wife in his own image, more identical and fitting than any rib shaped lady could aspire. That sense of danger and intrigue and knowing that had filled her on meeting Elvis came flooding over Ann again, unable to do more than curiously inspect Elaine as she turns towards her.

“Thumper?” Elaine’s voice is as soft and hopeful as it was coming across the telephone receiver weeks ago, “You are Ann, I believe?” she presses when Ann’s manner can’t play catch up with her overwhelming emotions and she remains frozen, halfway out her open door.

“Ela- Mrs. Presley!” she corrects, wincing at the fumble, utterly unsure now that she’s not being met with open hostility.

“I didn’t mean to startle you!” Elaine straightens up from the wall and click clacks over in her heels to stand opposite Ann, just an arms reach removed from each other and Ann thinks of what a pretty scene they’d make if this were scripted, one red and one brown, a flavor for each taste, matching in height and complimentary in build, facing off in a tunnel. “It’s just I managed to give Esposita the slip and E’s gonna be busy with the studio dubbing and I’m no use at all. I thought I’d wrestle up a friend while I was free.” Elaine’s beaming smile dims the longer Ann stalls for time and etiquette, “Or-or if you’re not free, I understand, I at least wanted to say hello. I’m going to be in the city for a little while and didn’t want to be bumping along into you some day without having sought you out.”

Ann wondered if Elvis asked her to come, if Ann and her inventive ways to have sex without having sex wasn’t quite cutting it and he had caved and called the wife. Or if Elaine had heard Ann’s voice over the telephone and gathered from the whole sleepwalking debacle that it was high time to reel him and his affairs in. Or maybe the colonel had seen the papers, Heda Hopper’s column in particular stating that Elvis was taking a shine to his red headed mirror, and sent the wife down for damage control. The only thing is, Ann was sure that the Colonel was thick as thieves with Hedda, much to Elaine’s distress no doubt, and he loved every bit of publicity that Elvis’ wayward eyes could drum up.

Family men didn’t sell, after all. Ann had certainly played her part in his playboy reconstruction with convincing aplomb.

“Sweetie, are you alright?” Elaine’s voice cuts through the fog of Ann’s concerns and suddenly she’s able to find her voice as she starts to tip over,

“No, I-I’m a little dizzy.” Ann admits, just as Elaine’s arms and a wall barely manage to keep her from face planting on the cement.

-I’m a little dizzy and I love your husband and you’re here to distract him and I’m awful aren't I?! but I couldn’t help it, if you love him as much as you say you’ll understand I couldn’t help it, I can’t help loving him-

“Woah, woah, have you eaten?” Elaine asks solicitously as she keeps Ann standing upright against the wall by an iron grip around her waist and under her arm. Anne winces at what she knows is the tacky feel of her sticky underarm pit cradled by Elaine Presley’s perfectly manicured hand. Why did she have to wear a yellow shift dress today of all days? She can feel Elaine’s fingers rubbing at the tassel on the waist, soothing her the same way Elvis does. By touch, gentle in a way that belies the ease with which she holds her upright. The woman is terribly strong for looking so delicate and there’s suddenly a great deal of logic to Elvis’ starry eyed submissiveness regarding his doll faced wife -Elaine is imposing when she gets her hands on you.

Embarrassment floods Ann next, blushing hot and dewy at being caught so weak in front of a woman the world would say she’s wronged. Heat replaces the cold and clammy dizziness of before and she struggles upright against the wall, getting her feet to work for her, stamping the heels a little to get a strong footing. Elaine doesn't budge in her grip on her, still looking concerned and gentle -god, she’s as comfortable with closeness as he is.

“Matter of fact I have neglected eating.” Ann chuckles weakly, puffing at the hair that’s fallen over her forehead and into her eyes, Elaine swipes it away when the directed huff proves ineffective against hairspray laden locks. “It’s been so hot and -and we had a dance scene, kept having to repeat it and -and so many takes. I got a little nauseous from the heat. I forgot to have lunch.”

“You’re probably dehydrated, poor thing.” Elaine tsks, “Makes folks sick and then they don’t want what they actually need. Happens to the kids on the beach all the time, it’s like bargaining with Castro trying to get Jesse out of the ocean to hydrate.” Ann finds herself chuckling at the mental image of this familial anecdote before she realizes she is chuckling at stories about Elvis’ kids. Should she say her condolences for Joe now? Should she even admit she knows as much as she does? “We should get some meat in you. Water, too.” Elaine decides her course for her, “Do you wanna go back in there to rest for a minute?” she points at the dressing room Ann just exited, “Or we can make a dash for my car and find ourselves a bite?”

What either of these options unspokenly state is that Ann will be spending her evening with Elaine, one way or another. If she’s gonna get throttled for being an adulteress she'd rather it be in a drive-in-diner and not some stuffy back-lot dressing room.

“I think I can manage the dash.” she answers agreeably because that’s what Elaine seems to illicit in her -agreeableness.

And as she finds herself tugged by the hand across the mostly empty parking lot, Ann wonders where that ornery streak she’s made her fame on has gone to. Maybe it’s the dehydration that has tuckered her out. Maybe it’s how Elaine acts like she’s her mother in a way that not even her own mother could make so charming.

Elaine is going to get her burgers and water and make her head less fuzzy. It’s been such a while since anyone met her needs so eagerly that Ann finds herself giggling as they race across the wavering hot asphalt, their heels echoing like clopping tattletales and Ann thinks it’s such a lark right as she tips over the convertible caddy’s door into the plush leather passenger seat.

The convertible is pink, because Elvis bought it for his wife and didn’t bother to ask her what her favored color would be, it was just understood that Mrs. Presley would like a pink Cadillac.

Ann is positive that’s how it went, she doesn’t even need to ask Elaine for the story as Elaine cranks the engine up while flipping the visor forward to tip out a pair of cat-eye shades in what strikes Ann as a strangely masculine getsure of proficiency. It makes Ann want to fan herself at the subtext of this woman having hung around Elvis Presley long enough to have picked up his impossibly cool mannerisms by osmosis.

That right there is intimacy. That right there is bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. That’s a wife.

Ann doesn't know what to do with the rush of appreciation she feels towards what ought to be a nemesis as this cool gal who shields her knowing brown eyes behind tortoise rimmed glasses and flicks on the radios right as a crowd of studio workers begins to swamp the strange duo in their flashy ride.

The song choice by the DJ is downright unfortunate. Surrounded as they are by photographing fans and coworkers, there is nothing for them to do after Elaine’s manicured finger flicks the switch and the mournful rockabilly of Runaround Sue blasts as a ironically perfect soundtrack for the missus taking the side chick out for burgers.

Elaine’s gutsy laugh of recognition at the intro wailing “woaaaah woaaaah woaaaah” tells Ann she appreciates the irony just as much but the woman just waves at the crowd and revs the motor in a fake threat of running over a few studio heartthrobs who are draped over her caddy front trying to get a closer shot.

“If I change it now they’ll read into it more.” Elaine remarks to Ann out the side of her unwavering smile and Ann thinks that’s a talent she wants to learn, damned useful looking like you’re grinning while making conversation.

-‘ask any man that she ever knew, he’ll say keep away from a runaround sue, oh yeah, woaaaaaah”-

Elaine’s french tipped fingers thump out a corresponding rhythm on the pink lacquered steering wheel while surveying the mess of attraction they’ve brought down on themselves in the sweltering parking lot before playfully reaching for the wipers and flicking on the spray with bemused cruelty.

It’s strangely attractive, this distanced bemusement of hers and it fills Ann with notions of thanking Elaine for being a little nasty, something she never felt before for another soul. Suddenly those idiots who degrade themselves and get off in it make a little more sense as she watches the young bucks scramble off of Elaine’s shiny hood with soaked shirts and tented trousers.

“Sorry fellas, y’all were lookin’ overheated.” Elaine quips before the rest of the verbal sparring gets lost in the revv of the engine and they’re peeling out of the studio lot in a move that even Elvis would have found satisfyingly risky.

As it is, Ann lays her burning head back on the white leather seat and enjoys the feeling of the wind whipping her hair off her forehead as Elaine speeds them down Las Vegas roads that don’t tolerate a 75 mile an hour pace most times.

-“well I shoulda known it from the very start, that girl would leave me with a broken heart-“

The strip is truly lovely in the daylight and there’s a charm to it when viewed in the blur of a fast car and the veil of chocolate curls whipping around red painted lips.

“Was- that- did- did Robert Redford just wave you through his red light?” Ann splutters in disbelief at a lightning fast interaction at a four way stop that has Elaine’s head swiveling dangerously and a shark-like grin taking over her face.

“I think he did.” she replies with a guilty giggle and Ann wonders when the last time this woman got to be naughty without it being smothered right out of her the next second by a unfathomably possessive husband.

“A real good looking fella in the bright of day.” she ventures.

“He’s very blonde.” Elaine rejoins and Ann can’t help but laugh at that, at her partiality for dark haired men.

“Yes of course, you like yours so black they’re nearly blue.”

Elaine manages to swivel into their parking space in the drive-in diner with easy grace, the same sorta slide and swivel Ann imagines she’d use to scoot her body into a restaurant booth. “You’re forgetting who applies his hair dye.” she says with faux gravity that has Ann faltering for a moment until she sees her smirking, “And Jack’s not darkening up despite everyone’s predictions. I’m only saying that Redford is -“ Elaine doesn’t finish, she just shrugs and pulls the gear to park.

Noticing a star’s ride at first glance, an eager young waitress in her short skirt and rollerblades flys over and Elaine handles her and the order of five cheeseburgers and as many shakes with the same cooing authority she handled Ann with against the wall.

It sends Ann back to fidgeting, even more so when the girl takes off to plug in the order and Elaine turns the full weight of those perfectly lined eyes back at her and flicks up her sun glasses into her hair to study her closer. It lasts long enough that a blush burns Ann’s face and Elaine herself wonders if Elvis enjoys this girl’s charming unawareness of her own appeal.

Seemingly satisfied with her inspection for now, Elaine turns back in her seat and tilts the rear view mirror downwards to inspect the damage the wind did to her curls and upon catching sight of her face mutters,

“That man…” in a resigned drawl while dabbing away at a smudge of red lipstick out of her lip lines that could’ve only come about by a rather impassioned smooch. Ann figures Redford is not the man in question this time.

It makes Ann feel funny, the thought of having woken up in Elvis’ bed this morning and between then and seeing him again he’s already necked his wife. Necked her thoroughly by the looks of that finger fluffed hair. Anne recalls reading an article in the Whisper about Elaine’s perpetual state of tousled hair and bitten lips, a constant innuendo to what happens to the woman the minute the curtain drops on her picture perfect, wholesome and southern, utterly above reproach little family life. Elaine gets mauled by Elvis Presley, that’s what happens. Elvis who can play the gentleman all he wants during the mating dance but in the act itself promises nothing less than a full, thorough, beastly claiming of his woman.

“Wanna go in?” His wife is asking and it shouldn’t jar Ann as much as it does but she’s so lost in her head that it spooks her all the same and she ends up nodding mindlessly, trying to think about optics and failing to see how this could be anything but tragic for herself. “Alright but use the door handle this time, it’s got one.” Elaine snarks with a pretty little snarl of those red lips and Ann bashfully opens the caddy door properly this time instead of spilling over the side like a tomboy.

She’s still learning how to be what Hollywood wants her to be. Shedding her wholesome girl next door image for a sex kitten verve that hasn’t been entirely unnatural. But it takes a bit of balance as even sex kittens need some glamor, some poise and grace, even as they’re promisingly feral. It’s like tousled curls that hint at obscene amounts of public fuckery without being remotely indecent in itself. She watches Elaine swing open the diner door and wait with charming annoyance at Ann’s preoccupied dawdling. Being billed the “female Elvis” brought about the challenge of having to figure out what Elvis’ appeal even consisted of.

Getting to know the man…intimately…hadn’t made that any clearer. There was a mystique about him that she feared her own shy and frank nature could never manage to do more than a cheap imitation of. Now she was beginning to fear half of his appeal was the promise of his capability that was shown in Elaine Presley’s every move and smirk.

Asking his exquisitely poised and deliciously no-nonsense wife about it didn’t seem a smart move. Recovering from tripping over the curb like an awkward preteen, Ann ducks her head appreciatively for Elaine still holding the damn door open and slips inside the checkered diner.

It was teeth chattering cold in the leather booths after the heat of the ride and both Ann and Elaine found themselves shrinking from settling back into their seats, leaned forward instead with elbows on the table in a cozy pose but no topic of conversation to break the ice as they hovered in such close proximity.

“I thought this would be easier.” Elaine finally let out with a little huff and Ann couldn’t be sure if she was annoyed at her or the situation. “I thought we'd have a lot to talk about.” she explained with a hint of sadness that bewilders Ann. In response to her nonplussed face Elaine went on, “Why, you know…about…lord, our interests! Which as I hear of it consist of many of mine, motorcycles and dancing, my husband of course, and thumb sucking -to name a few.”

Ann inhaled her shake at the mention of that particular sex act, utterly unmoored at the notion he’d told his wife the actual detail. The fact the wife would tell it back.

Elaine was smiling at her coughing fit.

“He’s got such pretty fingers.” she commiserates without pausing in the assault as Ann wheezes

in a vanilla tinged breath, “It’s ingenious really, he said it worked a little too well.”

It had, that’s true, though Ann had never expected Elvis to leave her flat and call his wife up and tell her about how his young costar had cajoled him into rubbing himself to completion as she sucked his thumb in a pantomime of both fallatio and abstinence. Ann had never felt so filthy as she had when she’d watched a married man spew over his knuckles as he hooked his other thumb into her cheek at the same time, leaving her with a knowing smile, happy to keep her revved up and hungry for him for days after until he finally caved and-

“Makes me wanna try it.” Elaine’s voice cuts through the fog and Ann is faced yet again with the fact that this woman seems to wanna chat about her husband's technical infidelity like two girls at a sleepover. She’s still waiting for the seething possessiveness and or vicious cutting down to size.

“Thank you for the flowers, that was -that was much too kind.” Ann gets it out, burdened in a way she hadn’t been before the bizarre need to be liked by Elaine Presley had taken root.

“Thanks for being good to him.” Elaine replies without missing a beat but in so low and earnest a tone it seems to warm the entire diner and the leather feels cozy.

“I’m so sorry about Joe.” Ann blurts with hoarse earnestness because the grief of it is choking her as she watches this woman dazzle and smile her way through a cataclysmic tragedy, the size of which has Elvis Presley himself trying to sleep walk to his death to end the pain of it.

An emotion, something very cold initially and then frighteningly intense, almost a little ugly in its horrifying struggle flits across, then threatens to crumple, Elaine’s poised features and Ann suddenly wishes her tongue had been cut out, she oughta be locked up and never let out in polite society again. She watches helplessly as Elaine’s mouth firms into a hard line even as her eyes grow wide and wild and begin glittering madly with what Ann realizes, almost too late, are unshed tears -and then those perfectly manicured hands fly up to hide a deluge of grief that melts that serene facade.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just -I just had to say it.” Ann hears herself whimpering out condolences and excuses and her hands fumble over the linoleum table top in a helpless gesture as Elaine’s hands are too busy shielding her famous face from the entire diner’s occupants as her shoulders shake in a terrible rhythm that is peculiar to stifled sobbing. “I’m just so horribly sorry for you, for both of you, all of you. And everybody goes on like it didn’t happen but I- I can’t imagine how awful that is, the ignoring of it. I-I didn’t think before I said anything I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Elaine.”

Ann watches as the sobs seem to slow, and then they still, and eventually, this young woman leans forward again and rests her elbows on the table, face still hidden by her hands, one of which boasts that stupendously gaudy wedding band. Realizing there’s one thing she can mend, Ann reaches into her purse and digs out a hanky before pressing it against Elaine’s knuckles in a silent plea for her to use it.

It’s like witchcraft the way her face is entirely composed once those hands drop and the damp and smudged hanky is balled into her dainty fist. She’s looking straight past Ann at her surroundings, clocking her audience and even twisting a little in her seat to make certain no one’s overly enthralled by her lapse in perfection, it’s exhausting watching this haunted look of hunted excellence by, Ann can’t even imagine what it’s like living it. Suddenly Ann’s hands are being gripped and the woman’s fingers are burning hot and clammy and her eyes are boring into her own, seemingly satisfied that they are still anonymous enough for a little show of emotion and Elaine is murmuring in a husky whisper,

“Thank you, Thumper -you see, nobody talks about her. I-I -there’s no one I can talk to…about her.”

The fact that her own husband can’t even manage it but had to find a stranger to spill to instead strikes Ann with a fathomless guilt for taking that from Elaine, but it’s not as if she had elicited it! He came to Ann himself and what he spoke of she couldn't control. Still, actually getting to see the cracks in his wife’s soul from the loneliness of her grief is a different thing entirely and she is moved to make amends.

“You can always talk to me -if it helps.” she whispers and Elaine gives her a wincing smile.

“I don’t think anything will help.” Elaine replies with a moodiness that is both entirely understandable, if a little off putting in just how severe it is. And, forever the barometer of moods, as if sensing Ann’s unease with her glumness, Elaine perks up in a nauseatingly convincing display of cheer. “It’s just -I think that after Mrs. Kennedy lost her baby and all that sadness, the people just don’t have it in them to find much -interest, in the sad parts. They need happiness and, and courage from us.”

Elaine’s biting her lip in a vain attempt to make it stop wobbling and Ann wishes she could smack the American public for insisting these women, one the wife of the President and the other of the King, hold up a perfect little Camelot for them to read about every Sunday. It’s real lives, real lives grieving and straining and trying their best, real infants dying and golden couples struggling to regain intimacy beyond the midnight sobbing cuddle sessions that have taken the place of making love.

No money in the world is worth such a forced display of perfection in the face of such aloneness.

“You should worry about what you need right now.” Ann tells her what she told her husband the other night.

“Ah.” Elaine clicks her tongue doubtfully, “That’s all real well but I dunno what I need. But you -are you what Elvis needs? Hmm?”

Suddenly Ann wants to bolt again, throat tight and heart skipping a beat, “I-I don’t know.”

“How old are ya?” she asks like that is a natural progression in the conversation, as if Elaine is going to be the judge of wether it is beneficial for her husband to 69 his co-star in order to forget about his dead child.

“I’m twenty two.” It feels like a confession under that earnest eyed review.

“Lord.” Elaine bites off the head of a fry and Ann wishes she was a lil soaked potato crisp herself, that bemused meanness simmering to Elaine’s smooth surface again and turning Ann into a hot mess under her nylons. “And do you wanna get married, Miss Margret? You want kids and all that? Or is it the stage life for you?”

“No, I-I’d like kids, and I’d like to marry.” she insists, “Just not now -and not Elvis, of course not Elvis!”

“Well that’s good.” Elaine drawls sardonically, “Cause he’s taken and happy to be so.”

“Yes! Yes he loves you so much.” it’s a sort of masochism for Ann to admit that yet somehow she finds she doesn’t mind it.

“I know.” is all Elaine replies with, utterly unimpressed.

“So,” Ann finds this ordeal unbearable enough she might as well ask what’s been burdening her, “why did you wanna meet with me? Is- is he through with me?” The full scale of her own unease finally surfaces and she realizes she’s got cause to suspect Elaine of more than just being jealous. “Did he send you to do it? To break it off me with me?” she can’t help the way her voice raises in outrage, it may be misplaced but her love is not false and she doesn’t deserve this, he oughta man up and do his own dirty work.

Elaine doesn’t reply for a few beats that have Ann wringing her hands around her sweaty milk shake in suspense, curious as to why the woman doesn't take the easy route and admit it, crow over her -once again the straying husband has returned to her.

“This film has only got a couple of weeks left.” Elaine says instead in so measured a tone it slices Ann to the heart quicker than any boast, “But no, no he hasn’t sent me to do anything. I’m no one’s errand boy.”

“Of course not.” Ann mumbles in apology.

“But he has-“ Elaine’s mouth twists in distress over wording and every delay hurts Ann just a little more from suspense, “-Elvis has recommenced his interest in me.” that’s a positively hilarious way to say he banged his wife and not the side piece this afternoon and Ann hates her for her delicacy, and all the pain and complications it hides, “And the thing of it is, I’ve already noticed a waning of his preoccupation with you and -I’m just an observer. It’s what I do, I watch him and then I act on what he’s gonna do or what he’s gonna want. And, Ann, can I call ya Ann? Ann, I -I think he’s gonna try to move on from ya, when the movie wraps, like he’s moved on from the others.”

Ann bites at her straw and prays her jimmying leg beneath the table isn’t painfully obvious.

“I don’t want that.” Elaine states suddenly and Ann lets go of the poor, abused straw.

“What?”

“You’re not just some other gal, Thumper.” she rolls her eyes -fondly, unless Ann is greatly mistaken. “But I think he’d treat ya like one for me. I do think it’s what he intends to do. It’s -he said as much this afternoon…during.”

Ann’s cheeks flame hot from mortification and anger, but from something else too. An electric shock zapping through her at the unintended imagining of Elvis talking about her while buried inside of Elaine. To be thought of, spoken of, made a part of that dynamic…Ann is going to hell for the way it makes her clench and breath in like a panting racehorse.

“Well that’s all -settled for you, isn’t it.” she can’t help but try her hand at being a little mean herself. It comes out petulant and she winces at the pettiness of it.

“Yes.” Elaine doesn't bother with false remorse over her surety in her husband’s return, “Which means all that’s left is to help sort you.”

“Sort me?“ Ann isn’t above mud wrestling a fellow gal on the diner floor.

“Thumper, darling,” Elaine sighs gently while her eyes stray behind Ann’s head at some gathering fans behind them, “this industry crafts an image for its stars like suits for models. What they’ve got for ya right now sure is flattering, but make no mistake, they’ll be happy to discard you and your new suit whenever it no longer makes folks gossip. I’d like us to last a lot longer than all that.” her eyes focus back on Ann’s and a sad smile lights up her face, “I think we’ve got it in us to.”

“Who’s us?”

Elaine seems to take time to consider that before answering, “The trio of us.”

Ann remains wary, it’s altogether too easy to want her to mean what she can’t possibly have intended. “Us?”

“Yeah, us.” Elaine grins, “Or at least, I think that Thumper and Naughty and Tink could manage something. Even if the adults can’t.”

It’s wicked that smile of hers and awfully persuasive, like she’s figured something out. And maybe she has, that throat closing fear that Ann was a replacement suddenly allayed by the jimmying legged beauty who acts so brave while having the ill luck of having a soulmate in a married man.

Ann’s no replacement for Elaine.

She’s Elvis’ mirror and his double and a fondness blooms in Elaine’s heart for her at that realization, along with a healthy dose of exasperation that always seems to linger when in Elvis’ presence.

“So, will you let me sort you?” she presses the young woman and doesn’t miss the way she swallows hard in the same way Elvis does when Elaine starts bossing.

Interesting.

“Arrange a little something for us that’ll outlast those hooligans at MGM? You gotta think about what you want, Ann, they’ll get ya on the treadmill and never turn the damn thing down when you burn out unless ya make them. I’d have thought you’d have learnt that these past few weeks.”

Ann knows she’s referring to Elvis and his insomnia, his hollow eyed spouting of the newest script and his mechanical jiving while his soul atrophies from grief suppressed. Ann knows there’s a damned dead end at the end of loving him too thoroughly. Too exclusively. But God! -he made her feel important. That’s all a little silly now that she’s looking at his wife with those love kiss abrasions adorning her throat and a diamond weighing down her finger.

Ann wants Elvis. Ann also wants whatever it is Elaine’s got and if she ever wants to really get that, she's gonna have to let Elaine’s husband go and find herself one of her own. “Alright.” she whispers, smudging the linoleum table top with her wrist, “I mean -I would like to remain friends. Very much.”

“We can do better than just that. But it’s a start.” Elaine clicks her tongue in a strangely cocksure way that has Ann melting as she watches as if in slow motion as Elaine’s hand comes up to her face, a manicured finger swiping at the corner of Ann’s lip before bringing the vanilla frosted finger to her own mouth and sucking nonchalantly.

Already sorting her out and Ann complies with rapt attention and a shudder. “I had the good sense to leave Jack behind for this little visit.” she admits cheerily, as if making breezy conversation and Ann realizes the crowd behind her shoulder have moved in closer, “Which means we could have a dinner party, us three, and there’d be no chaperone to set a curfew.”

Mrs. Presley wiggles her eyebrows in a way that suggests they won’t be watching movies late into the night and Ann’s heart threatens to gallop away from her at the thought of it.

Someone from the crowd asks for an autograph.

Preoccupied, Ann accidentally writes “thumper” on the bottom of a fresh Polaroid depicting her and Elaine peeling out of the studio lot.

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wikiangela · 3 months

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tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway.

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script.

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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britt-kageryuu · 1 month

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Leo is streaming! His model is dressed in a Sonic the Hedgehog jacket, a white shirt with a Trans colored unicorn, black short-shorts, over the knee blue socks, his mask, and white/blue sneakers. He's on his inflatable blue chair. River is sitting in a inflatable ring slowly spinning. He's playing Stardew Valley and currently attempting to see how far he can get in the Skull Caverns.

Leo: So recently, since Dad went on a vacation, me and my bro tried to find anything interesting among his collection of stuff from when he was in the film industry. And you would not believe what we found!!

Chat is excited, and asking for the answer.

Leo: So apparently there was an attempt to make a Lou Jitsu family sitcom!

Chat is a bit confused, but also amazed by this information.

Leo: Yeah, they never made it, but Pops has alot of the pre-production stuff, like the pilot script prototype. So apparently it was a family based sitcom where Lou Jitsu was going to be the Dad who was once a champion martial artist, who would teach his kids life lessons, and how to kick butt, that part was considered too problematic with parents.

Some of the chat said they could see kinda how it would work, but yeah it wouldn't fly with the parents that would be worried about their kids copying everything.

Leo: There was some notes on who the show runners wanted to cast, like apparently they wanted Tang Shen to be the Mom? Don't know how well that would work, but hey the biggest set back would've been casting the kids! They would've had to find like 2 to 3 at least vaguely Asian kids to teens to act as the kids to make it somewhat believable!

Chat is in some confused agreement, some pointing out how hard it was for Aisian actors during that time, let alone finding child actors!

River: Not to mention how they would seriously mess up the trying to represent an average Asian household, or how they believe it would be. Though Lou didn't really seem embrace his heritage much.

Leo: Yeah, many good points, heck we barely know much about how the star actor wanted this to happen, but it's still very funny to think about. Well it would probably work in the current way they make shows, but not as well.

River: Oh yeah, there was a few shows where they had the main characters be martial artists, but they would have to make Lou the Grandpa!

Leo: Wonder whatever happened to the guy? Oh shhhh-oot it's late, I didn't get as far as last time. Back to the farm before I pass out.

The topic was changed, but there was lots of conspiracy theories being tossed around in the chat. Yes, Leo was proud of the slight chaos he caused in the chat, and purposefully left them hanging.

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I took way to long editing all my posts to add color.

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nectar-cellar · 9 months

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HIIII

i'm sorry for my absence in posts and replies, life has just been hectic lately & ive been feeling crappy 😭

first of all, thank you very much for the response on the night drive story posts, as an avoidant writer it means a lot 🥺💖

i felt motivated to write more, so this weekend i worked on my Amir x Dani Smut Story #2. i was looking at all my cc projects and just feeling very bleugh about them so i decided to take a break from that.

i went thru my google drive and i realized i wrote this smut draft one year ago. my brain is fully rotted by my ocs at this point. since i can never make things simple for myself, i had to write an Angsty Emotional Plot for it as well. no they can't just get straight to fucking, that would be too easy. 🙄

i got about 50% of the scenes done (intro and foreplay). i'm really happy with how it's coming along because i got all hot and bothered while taking the pictures so i must be on the right path. i just have to do the rest of the scenes... and then do some post-editing and cutting unnecessary pics... then rewrite the script to fit the captions... 💀

i ended up fully decorating amir's sunset valley rental apartment so hopefully this week i can take some pictures and give you a tour of his place.

here's a preview of some of the steamy pics i've gotten so far, as a thank you for bearing with me. nothing explicit......... i'll save that for pillowfort.

i don't want to give away too much of what happens but basically umm it's another fantasy from amir's perspective. he gets kinky in this one and you'll find out... what... he... enjoys 😭

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megumi-fm · 2 months

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this week fortnight on megumi.fm ▸ the last leg

is that a pun referring to my aching ankle? yes. is resting at home for another week gonna ruin my mental health? yes. but am I exaggerating and throwing a tantrum for something that's probably not a big deal? also yes.

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship // progress tracker ↳ biopython model replication ✅ ↳ code for obtaining single fasta from overlapping sequences ✅ ↳ running HMMer and superfamily script✅ ↳ output analysis 🔁 ↳ literature review on transport proteins 🔁 ↳ transport protein family analysis 🔁 🎓 Uni ↳ our paper is finally out! there's a doi and everything now <3 it's not open access though :/// I might do some totally legal things to ensure more people can read it ↳ collected the hardcopy of my LOR ↳ collected my gradecard ↳ visited my advisor and updated her on stuff 🩺Radiomics Project ↳ radiomic features finalized✅ ↳ data cleanup 🔁

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [14/14] 💧 good water intake [14/14] 👟 exercise [/14] just basic stuff to maintain ankle mobility

Fun Stuff this week

💗i went to uni to watch one of my friends present something to the juniors! then I spent the afternoon chatting with my guide and later on went window shopping with my best friends (in retrospect i should not have done this because my ankle got infinitely worse the next day and now I'm stuck resting at home for an additional two weeks) 🎮playing undertale with @muakrrr 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Perfect Propose, Doctor Slump, Flex X Cop 📺 binged: Blueming, Roommates of Poongduck 304 📹 Started watching Going Seventeen // so I've been listening to SVT for a while now and I did watch their Don't Lie II eps like two years ago but I never really checked anything else... however, considering that I'm stuck at home and that @zzzzzestforlife (who has impeccable taste) has mentioned it often on their posts, I decided to check out GoSe properly and. wow. I started with their mystery episodes [fav scenes under cut] and now I'm watching GoSe2020 in chronological order and !!!!!! The concepts, the storylines, the acting, the humour, the editing, even the subtitles are all so so good. I've been watching this show for two weeks now and I am now officially a cubic <3

📻 This week's soundtrack

Wk1: The Best of ATEEZ // I've been real obsessed since their 2024 world tour clips started showing up on social media; I was a casual enjoyer up to this point and then I went and checked them out and it's all so dystopian and immersive. My favourites would be Intro: Long Journey (which makes me feel like I'm in Pirates of the Caribbean), the Symphony version of Wonderland (for its musicality and Jungho hitting those notes), MATZ (that is insane in it's the visual storytelling in the MV) and Wake Up (whose performance choreo ended me) Wk2: The Best of BTS // in an attempt to revive a project I abandoned a year ago, I spent wayy too much time curating this playlist to get the most satisfying BTS transitions ever and I can confidently say that I'm nowhere close to my goal T-T but I kind of like the way it is now so I am simply going to give up

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[Feb 12 to Feb 25 ; week 7+8/52 || this was not supposed to be one post but then... idk what happened... I feel very dull lately because of my ankle and just when I thought it was getting better it's become painful again... my friends and parents keep chastising me (and fairly so) for trying to move around even before I fully heal but patience has never been my strong suit. sitting still is really the biggest punishment for a hyperactive ADHD kid like me... i'm sure plenty others have it worse but... yeah... GoSe really carrying my mental health right now ]

my fav GoSe scenes

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shuploc · 9 months

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hello hello!! i keep reading that you you’re SELF TAUGHT??? woah. your work is so, like genuinely amazing I can’t believe you didn’t go to an art school or anything

and I’ve also been reading that you’re planning to make a video with tips? 🫣

I am indeed planning on making one! I actually have the script done for the video and everything lmao. The thing that's holding me back right now though is knowing I need to edit it once I've recorded everything, and that I'm not gonna have an easy time doing that.

I really wish there was an easier way for me to do that, where it doesn't seem low effort and cringey, and I actually get to show people exactly how I work and get all my points across.

But thank you so much the kind words! 🤗 I was actually thinking about going to school for art at one point, but that never came to fruition, and now it just seems a little too late, y'know. I would love to take a swing at teaching though!

#thank you for the ask' I appreciate it!#I have a little bit too much work to do right now to really focus on making the video #I honestly wish I had all the time in the world for all the different projects I would like to do 😞

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dalchiid · 9 months

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 44

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: 7,283

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 44 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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When everything is all done and you're discharged Hoseok calls for a ride. Judging by the playful banter from Hoseok's end you suspect it's one of his brothers. When he hangs up he says that tomorrow you'll get your scripts checked out at the pharmacy because it's too late now and the two of you decide to wait outside despite the weather being a little chilly. It's better than being in the cold hospital.

Hoseok makes sure to keep an arm around you to warm you up but there's not much he can provide with his cool body temperature. So you just tug your sleeves further down until it passes your wrists.

There's a lot worth talking about now but you don't know how to bring it up. Where do you start? Despite it probably being a bad idea as it can ruin the mood you want to talk it out with Hoseok. Before whoever is on their way comes.

You lick your lips and fidget with the cuffs of your sleeves to which Hoseok catches on to.

"You okay," he asks.

You look up at him then down at your hands and shrug. "I think we um... I think we need to talk."

Hoseok angles his body more your way but his arm never leaves you.

"About?"

You think if you don't talk now you never will.

"About everything that happened today."

He angles his head away, craning his neck back before humming.

You look up at him and he has that stupid unreadable expression back on his face. You can't tell anything from it and so you bite the bullet and speak up before he can say anything about it.

"Minjeong," you start nervously. "You really hoped I wouldn't say a word back there."

"And you didn't."

"I didn't because I was scared." You look ahead of you towards the little garden in the roundabout. "You promised me you wouldn't attempt to control my mind again."

"Did I do it?"

You shake your head. "No, but still. You promised you wouldn't and you threatened me. You're making it hard to trust you."

Hoseok heaves a deep sigh. "What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? Because I'm-"

"You're not. I know. You never are."

Silence blankets over you two as Hoseok mulls over your words. As you mull over everything that has happened to you today.

"I don't like feeling scared Hoseok and I feel like when I'm with you that's all I've been feeling."

His arm slowly slips down until it's wrapped around your waist. His other hand comes around to rest on your cheek as he slowly angles your face towards him. He can only turn it so far before you start resisting so he rests his forehead onto your temple.

"I don't want you to feel scared when you're with me." The words leave him in a whisper.

You shake your head before closing your eyes. By now you would feel the urge to cry but you feel dried up after everything that has happened. You just feel tired.

"Then please stop making me scared. I just want to live my life. Free! Free from anything and everyone. Live a life where I don't have to look over my shoulder in worry."

"You know I can't allow that to happen. Especially after your escape attempt."

Your sigh leaves you in a hiccup. Like your body is trying to cry despite there not being enough tears to let go of.

"You've never given me a chose, Hoseok. When does you roping me in to become addicted to your saliva, the manipulation, convincing my former Masters to let me go so that I can be with you - how does that constitute as giving me a chance? How after it all do you not expect me to fear you? I'm scared Hoseok and as much as I hate you I feel myself caring for the man you showed me before it all. I'm still waiting for him to come back, but when I do see glimpses of him I'm-" You stop yourself. You had to stop yourself before what you say next comes off as a heartfelt confession.

When I do see glimpses of him a part of me is happy and I want to see more of him.

You just can't admit this out loud. Not to him.

"You what?" Hoseok asks. "Tell me. Please."

No you can't. You won't. Not if it's just going to stroke his ego. Not if it's going to sound like you actually care for him. So you try and change the subject.

"I just want you to trust me more. I want your family to trust me more. I want space when it's needed. I want to live a life."

At that moment you feel brave enough to face him. He leans back to look at you and he's again with that unreadable expression. You expect him to say something after a while of silence but he doesn't. Especially not when a car rolls up and you look to see that it's Taehyung.

"We'll talk about this later," he says but you don't want to anymore.

"I'd rather we not."

You stand up abruptly to walk towards the car and you're surprised he doesn't stop you. Quickly you open the car door and settle in while Hoseok takes his time to walk to his side.

Taehyung looks behind him and gives a smile. "How are you feeling now that you got some help?"

"Better," you say.

"That's good."

Hoseok enters to sit in the back with you but you wish he would have just sat in the front. Of course he doesn't and though you expect him to be mad after the conversation you just had he just takes your hand and keeps it on his lap where he laces your fingers together.

The car ride is filled with a bit of chatter. Taehyung asks you what they did in the hospital and you explain what happened. You of course leave out the part where you find Minjeong's number on a piece of paper in your pocket. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Hoseok is a bit quiet and just lets you guys talk.

You take a chance to look at him and see he's looking out the window. When Taehyung mentions to his brother what dinner they'll be having tonight Hoseok's eyes remain looking out the window and his answer comes off bland.

"Really," he asks though it's with little interest.

Taehyung catches on to it and he looks through his rear view mirror to look at him.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah." Hoseok says.

You have a feeling you know what his attitude is about. He may not be mad but he's definitely thinking of the exchange you two had just a couple of minutes ago.

Taehyung doesn't prod any further.

The ride is short though as you reach the house in a matter of minutes. When Taehyung begins to back up into the garage he takes a quick glance at Hoseok and you but says nothing. It makes you feel unnerved but you note he isn't making the effort to calm you down. You guess you can't always depend on him to do that.

Once parked he turns the car off and gets out but Hoseok is still looking out the window. Your eyes shift around uncomfortably and it takes you squeezing his hand and calling his name to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.

"We're back," you say.

He blinks a few times and mutters an "Oh" before releasing your hand so he can slip out. You do the same and wait on your side of the car where Taehyung walks up to you.

"Fix it," he says.

Your brows furrow a little as you try to understand what he meant.

He jerks his head towards Hoseok who takes his time doing whatever it is and gives you a scowl.

"You better fix it."

The realization dawns upon you then. He can clearly tell that whatever is wrong with his brother has something to do with you. He isn't concerned to hear what you have to say. He just wants you to correct any errors he believes you made. It makes your shoulders sag as your mood drops. He looks like the old Taehyung you were used to not seeing.

Taehyung gives you one last glance before he leaves you alone with Hoseok who makes his way towards you.

He doesn't smile or anything but he does grab your hand to walk away. Your feet shuffle against the ground as you barely keep up with him. You're stuck in your head, thinking about what Taehyung said.

How do you fix this? Do you even want to fix this? You're not in the wrong here but it seems that not just Hoseok but his brother expects you to pick up after him.

Would it be so bad to apologize? To keep the peace - yeah maybe. You don't like the idea of it but if you want to make more allies you think you should.

You suddenly stop in your place in the entryway and it forces Hoseok to accidentally jerk you forward. He stops and turns around to give you a confused look when you stay where you are.

How do you go about this because you're not sorry. Not really. You're just confused about why he's acting this way and you want answers, but you'll make it into an apology if you really have to.

"Hoseok," you start. "What's wrong?"

He frowns a little in response but no verbal answer follows.

You try not to imagine nor fantasize that this might be the end because you know it's not.

You pull on his arm to bring him closer and he follows through until he's directly in front of you.

Looking over his face you can tell something is plaguing him. It has to be the conversation you had in front of the hospital so you ask him about it.

"What I said back at the hospital - does it bother you?"

He sighs and looks off towards the side.

Yeah. It clearly bothered him.

You lick your lips and mimic his sigh with one of your own. "You know we need to talk about this. What exactly bothered you?"

His eyes draw back to you and you see the look of surprise on his face. Like he was surprised you wanted to talk this out.

"Hoseok," you say. "Talk to me."

His expression lessens from surprised to something almost sentimental before he finally speaks. "You said you didn't want to talk about it."

He's right. You did say that. So was his silence because he was respecting you or is it out of pettiness? You wouldn't put it past him if he was being petty but the look on his face makes you believe otherwise.

Is this the part where you apologize?

You wriggle a little and if it weren't because you were holding his hand you would worry your two between each other.

"I um," you start. "I'm sorry about that."

His face and ears perk up at your apology.

"You mean that?"

No. "Yes."

Now it's like he's looking at you with starry eyes because they begin to glisten.

"You know," he says. "I was really down for a minute there. I don't like knowing that you're scared of me and when you blew me off like that it just made me worry." His other hand comes to rest on your cheek. "Don't do that to me again. Please." He's pleading with you but you don't miss the way that he demands it. "And couples have their disagreements but you take it too far sometimes."

You look down at your feet but he doesn't permit it.

"No. Look at me."

And so you do.

"I know there's a part of you that cares about me. Just give in to it and I'll do my best not to scare you anymore. Deal?"

You don't want a deal but you know he won't allow for you to walk away from this without the answer he wants so you nod.

"Deal."

Hoseok's lips part into that heart shaped smile of his before he leans down to kiss you.

"I love you," he says in between kisses.

You say nothing back but hold on to him when he starts to deepen the kiss.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist. His tongue slips out to run against the seam of your lips and you're about to open up to him until you hear a voice.

"I'd get hard if it weren't for the fact that it's you sucking face with my brother."

You pull back abruptly to see Jimin as he makes his way down the stairs. His brow is raised and you watch as Jungkook makes his way down behind him.

"You get hard for anything that doesn't have a pulse so getting hard for someone like Y/N would be a surprise." Jungkook chimes in.

Someone like Y/N? Why did he say it like that? You don't know if you should feel offended or not by that comment.

Jimin sucks his teeth at Jungkook. "Don't act so high and mighty. Like I haven't caught you taking a whiff of her whenever she passes by."

Jungkook comes to a stop on the last step and looks at his brother with no visible reaction.

"She smells good," is all he says before walking away.

"Is everybody done?" Hoseok asks after the fact.

Jimin rolls his eyes and angles his head towards the way the youngest went. "Dinner is ready. When you're done doing whatever it is you're doing come join us," he says before walking off.

Despite the way this interaction went you're surprised Jimin didn't chew you off like he normally would. By now Hoseok would be coming in to defend you while his brother would continue his rant on why you're the most detestable person in the world.

He must be feeling sick, you think. Something was up. Clearly.

Hoseok interrupts your thoughts by grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him.

"Let's try and get something in your system, okay? You need to eat."

You're not into the idea of eating after the day you had but you do it because you know Hoseok's right.

You walk alongside him to the dining room where everyone is waiting for the feast to commence.

One of the first to acknowledge your presence is Taehyung who looks at both you and Hoseok in a scrutinizing way. You know he's trying to gauge whether or not you "fixed" the situation. You guess you did if the way Hoseok kissed you afterwards means anything. His brow is raised in observance and when he sees, and you guess, must feel the way Hoseok's mood has brighten he drops the attitude. It doesn't stop the way you cower beneath his stare.

The next to acknowledge you is Namjoon. He smiles and you can't help but to give him one back although it barely reaches your eyes. Minjeong's words come to haunt you and so when you're given the chance to be alone with him you'll ask him some questions.

Speaking of questions, Yoongi nods your way when you sit down. You want to ask him about Minjeong. Would he be willing to spill the truth to you? Will he be willing to help you too? You feel like he'd be a harder nut to crack but, just like with Namjoon, you'll wait until you're alone with him to ask.

"So Y/N."

You look towards Seokjin who speaks.

"I heard you were in the hospital. How are you now?"

The doors open as the servants begin to pile in and spread the food around. You're attention is distracted by their appearance for a moment before you answer.

"I'm fine. Feeling a little better now."

"I'll be taking her to the pharmacy tomorrow to pick up her meds." Hoseok chimes in.

"That's good." Seokjin says. "What was the cause of it?"

You lick your lips. "Stress."

He hums. "No doubt after the day you had you would find yourself feeling distressed." He grabs his glass and extends his arm so the servant waiting on him can fill it. "We don't talk much about her but she's really grown to be a thorn in our sides."

He doesn't have to explain who "she" is. You know he's talking about Minjeong.

"Save that conversation for another time." Namjoon says.

The oldest pouts after taking a swig of his wine. "What? I'm sure Hoseok is over it. If not because time passed he has Y/N now. Right Hoseok?"

You look over to the vampire beside you who merely checks his nails before looking up at his brother.

He hums questioningly though you know he heard everything just fine. He brings a hand to your thigh where he rubs it and nods his head.

"I've been over her for a long time now and my attention is solely on Y/N."

Seokjin points at Hoseok but directs his attention towards Namjoon. "See? He's fine."

It doesn't stop Namjoon from rolling his eyes a little.

"I just can't believe she would come all the way out here to destroy a relationship." The oldest continues. "If she cares so much about what Hoseok is up to she should have stayed with him. Instead she's out here, despite the restraining order, harassing my brother and his girl. That'll get anyone's blood boiling."

"Well she's gone now. No point in worrying about it." Yoongi says before he blows on his spoonful of soup.

You look at him and he looks so calm and collected. He refrains from showing any emotion in regards to Minjeong but you wonder if the topic is making him sweat under the collar. You think his brothers would notice his change in heart beat but no one says a thing so you suspect that he really is calm about the whole thing. Was Minjeong telling the truth about him?

You're drawn out of your head when Hoseok taps your thigh and points at the food.

"Eat," he says. "Not too fast though. I don't want you getting another stomach ache."

You look at your bowl of soup and it looks mouthwatering but you know he's right. So when you go to eat you take your time.

No one else seems to want to hold onto the topic of conversation regarding Minjeong. Seokjin is the only one who dared do so but you know how he is. There's a collective silence save for the occasional sound of the spoon clanking against the bowl as everyone eats. It's not uncomfortable but you're so stuck up in your head that even if it were you wouldn't have noticed.

You're thinking about Yoongi. How would you approach him? Should you text him first? See if he'd be willing to talk through there or should you do it in person? Knock on his door when no one is watching you? You'd have to plan around the time you're free from Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung. Whenever that will be... You think you'll text him first. See if he's available and whenever that is then you can confront him.

Confront. The word sounds so harsh compared to what you're going to do. Of course you're going to confront him but it's not like you're going to corner him and demand answers. You just want to talk and hopefully get the truth.

As for Namjoon, you're feeling so conflicted. Minjeong and Yoongi warned you about him. You don't want to believe them but could they be right? Yoongi knows him better than you do but what about Minjeong? What could have transpired between the two to make her say the things that she said? You would like to ask her more things and now that you have her number you can do that.

You want to know more about Minjeong as well but you want to hear it from her and not Hoseok and his brothers. Of course they're going to paint her in a negative light. She's Hoseok's ex that managed to get away.

You hope one day you can be free of him too but you need a better plan. Unlike Minjeong you have no one to care for you. Once upon a time you had Hyun-Woo and even if you still had him would he want to continue where you left off or let things go back to normal? You highly doubt the latter. Maybe Minjeong or even Yoongi can help you come up with something. For now though you're kind of just sitting in the air with nothing to do and nowhere to go.

You choked at the mall but you had a good reason to. Minjeong didn't fault you for it. Instead she reached out for you to give you a hand. Leaving you with her number was the best she could do at that point and you've come to accept it graciously. You'll be sure to text her when given the chance.

Conversation resumes among the brothers. You try to ignore it because it's about work. They talk about it like it's nothing then again it's probably is nothing to them. After their father started them off so young you wouldn't be surprise if that's why. They've become desensitized to it.

"We need to restock before the end of this month." Seokjin says.

"We've already sold that much?" Taehyung questions though he doesn't sound all that surprised.

The eldest nods. "Ask Hoseok and Namjoon about it."

Hoseok grabs a napkin to wipe his mouth. "We've been doing really well as is but this time around we've had more buyers."

"Our new dealer has been supplying to new customers. Some of them have even bought in bulk." Namjoon adds. "Despite his location he's managed to amass customers left and right."

"What about his location?"

You direct your sights over to Jimin who raises his brow in question.

Namjoon places his spoon down and sits back comfortably in his chair. "He's located in the middle of where alot of the rising revolts are taking place. Despite there being many who are against our position they also seek for the high."

"Animals." Jungkook says. "Humans are nothing but simplistic animals."

You hold onto the mouthful of soup as irritation courses through you.

Animals he says. He was no better than one himself. His comment really got to you and it's with a roiling stomach do you swallow your food.

"Vampires are no different." The words leave you before you can stop yourself.

The table grows silent and despite fearing for the worst your anger takes over your mind and your tongue.

You're expecting one of the brothers to say something against you but it doesn't come.

"I guess we are," is all Jungkook replies.

You take in a shaky breath but it's not out of fear. You're just upset. In response Hoseok places a hand on your thigh where he squeezes it gently before letting go. You don't know if that's his way of taking your side or a means to calm you down. Either way you don't care.

After a minute you feel eyes on you and when you look up you see that it's Namjoon who's staring at you. It's hard to read his face so you don't know if he's upset with you or not. When you raise a brow at him he breaks out into a smile. It's a brilliant one but you can't bring yourself to smile. Not without getting some answers from him first.

Dinner is finished and dessert is passed around. You can't bring yourself to eat the chocolate cake so you push it away from you.

"You okay?" Hoseok checks on you.

"I don't think I can stomach this right now." Your stomach twists and turns.

"Okay," he chirps. "Okay that's fine. We'll have it put away for right now."

Before they can retreat into the kitchen Hoseok calls over a servant and tells them to put the cake away for you. The servant bows and takes your plate leaving you with nothing but your drink by your side.

You think you did enough after throwing up so much. You don't want to force yourself to eat something so sweet otherwise you'll begin to cramp again and be back to square one.

Hoseok places a hand on the back of your neck where he massages you. It doesn't serve it's purpose of relaxing you so you tense up in his hold. You know he can feel how off you are about this gesture because of how upset you are with his brother but Hoseok doesn't know when to quit.

Despite not eating your dessert you wait around for everyone to finish. It's during this time the brothers communicate more but you stay out of it. There's nothing left for you to discuss with them as a whole.

When everyone is done they begin to disperse and you watch as one by one everyone leaves the table. First Jungkook followed by Jimin and Taehyung. You're the slightest bit surprised because they're usually the ones that stick around the dining area after everyone heads off. Seokjin and Namjoon make their departure with that leaving it to be just you, Hoseok, and Yoongi. You look at the oldest of the two and he seems to be in no rush to leave but when he does he gives you a small smile. You don't return it not because you're upset with him but because of the blaring thought of you needing to talk to him flashing through your head. The thought consumes you and you're about to tell him to wait up but he leaves before you can try and say something. You think it's best that happens anyway because Hoseok is here with you and you don't want him to know any of what you have to say.

Hoseok plays with your hair and you turn around to look at him as he does this. He has a dopey smile on that you detest.

"Sorry about my brother," he says.

You frown as you wonder which one he could be talking about.

He sees your expression and elaborates. "Jungkook."

Oh, you think.

"You know how he is but I know that you're not used to it. So I apologize."

Your nose twitches in irritation. "He should be the one that's apologizing."

Hoseok gives you a deadpan look. "The day Jungkook apologizes is the day I wake up a human."

In other words it's never going to happen.

"Even then you should just let things be. He's Jungkook. It's just the way he is."

You hate how each of the brothers cover each other's faults. Yes that hate extends towards Namjoon and Yoongi who do the same. You care for the both of them. Hell you've fallen for one of them but their love for their brothers is something else.

"Come on." Hoseok says. "Let's get up. I want you in bed relaxing. After the day we had I think staying in bed and watching TV sounds nice."

You don't refute that fact and so you follow after him when he stands to leave.

He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together before he peppers the back of it with soft kisses - smiling your way when he catches your sight. You're somewhat used to this but after how pissed you grew with Jungkook you're feeling a little intolerant so you look away with a huff. It doesn't stop Hoseok from keeping you close.

Nothing is said as you two make your way to his bedroom. You feel like you don't really have anything to say anyway. Today you road a wave of emotions that left you feeling sick. There's nothing you want more to do than to relax at this moment in time. So when you reach the room and the first thing Hoseok does is get your pajamas you take them graciously and switch your clothes. Once you're changed you flop onto the bed and curl under the sheets.

"Anything specific you'd like to watch?" Hoseok asks after he's changed.

"I honestly don't care." And you don't. You just want to be able to relax.

Hoseok turns the TV on before slipping beneath the covers to join you. He flips through the channels with a purpose to find something either of you like until he finds some reality show he knows you watched before. It kept your interest for a bit so he leaves it on for you.

"Come here," he says.

He doesn't give you the time to react before he pulls you over so you can lie your head against his chest. His hand comes up to massage your scalp to ease the tension you're feeling. You know by doing this he's telling you to relax. It takes some time but when you do he hums.

It's nothing but peace and quiet but your brain runs amok. You're thinking of when it's best to contact Minjeong. You're almost always never alone. Maybe when you're with Hoseok in his study. You can play it off like you're playing a game like you normally do when it's Namjoon who's texting you.

You can't risk a call if you find alone time. Not just because of Hoseok possibly hearing you but the chance of being caught by one of the servants. They're watching you and they'll tell Seokjin all that they've seen and heard. You're put in a precarious situation but you can't miss the opportunity to talk to Minjeong. Maybe then she can help you come up with a better solution to your problem besides running away to hide out at a hotel and sweating your withdrawals off. You hope so.

You try to clear your mind then so you can ease yourself into a sense of rest. You need to calm down so that you don't over stress your body again. Your stomach cramps a little here and there so you try to relax.

Hoseok said you'll get your medicine tomorrow so you'll have to hold off the best you can for now.

Episodes from the TV come and go with you watching them. Hoseok has stopped massaging your head a little while ago. His hand lying limply on the bed behind you. You don't think much of it until you hear something that catches your attention. A soft snore that comes from the man you're lying on top of.

You lift your head and look back to see he's fast asleep. Despite being the cause of most of your stress he was feeling it himself. You look over his face and see his lips are slightly parted. He releases another soft snore as you slowly push away from him. You wish it were you who fell asleep because you deserve it but alas you're wide awake.

You settle into your side of the bed and reach for your phone to check the time. It's almost midnight and it surprises you to see how fast time has flown. You guess when you're just mindlessly watching TV that would happen.

Your eyes shift over to Hoseok who doesn't even move before you look back at your phone and access your contacts. You scroll down to Minjeong's contact and stare at the name Dawn. The nurse's name that took care of you. You had to make sure not to actually put Minjeong's name because if you did and Hoseok went through your phone you'll never hear the end of it.

Your thumb hovers over the name. You think about texting her but you need answers that won't be coming from her. Answers that come with the full truth. You need to talk to Yoongi.

You scroll down the contact list until you reach the end where his name stares back at you. Your heart rate starts to accelerate and you have to calm yourself down lest Hoseok wakes up because he can hear it.

Licking your lips you press on his name and access the little message bubble that pops up. You swallow deeply and begin to type a message that you hope doesn't sound too ominous.

You: Hey Yoongi. Can we talk for a moment?

You hit send and wait for what feels like agonizing minutes. He normally texts you back pretty fast but because you're waiting for his response that you so desperately seek it feels like he's taking forever.

You stare at the screen in waiting hoping you see those little dots come up and move and so when you do you jump a little.

Yoongi: Sure. What about?

As much as you would like to text him something tells you you should seek him out in person.

Looking over to Hoseok you make sure he's still asleep and type out your response.

You: Can we talk in person?

Silence.

You tap your thumb against the side of the phone as you wait. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth and you try not to bite hard. You're growing nervous. What if Yoongi says no? What if he doesn't respond and leaves you on Delivered? Or worse Read?

He's taking a while and you're bout to text him to forget about it but the three little dots appear.

Yoongi: I'm in my room. Come over.

You give Hoseok one last look before you creep out of the bed.

This is your chance to start receiving the truth. Don't fuck it up.

Hoseok is knocked out but you're careful to slip out of the room. You forgo the slippers so you can tiptoe and gently shut the door behind you.

You're free from him for the time being and you know you don't have a lot of time. Looking around you make sure no one sees you as you power walk towards Yoongi's room.

Your heart is in your throat. When you swallow it feels like you have to get around a lump and all that does is make you a little more anxious.

Reaching Yoongi's door you bring your fist up and knock. Two simple knocks that don't sound too loud and if it weren't because you know he's a vampire you wouldn't think he could hear it.

You cross your arms and wait while looking down at your feet. Your toes wiggle as more anxiety takes over you. You're on a time limit right now. Yoongi needs to let you in before Hoseok wakes up.

The door before you opens and you see the man you've been waiting for. His hair is pushed back with a headband and he's changed his clothes from slacks with a button-down into a loose shirt with joggers. He extends his hand towards his room as he lets you in. It's a bit of a mess compared to the last time you were here. He has clothes on the chair in the corner of his room and there's scraps of paper here and there. Balled up ones in the middle of his floor and a notepad with a pen on top of his bed.

"Sorry," he says. "It's a bit of a mess around here."

You shake your head. "No no. It's fine."

He takes a seat at the edge of his bed and gives you a look. "Well." He raises a brow. "You wanted to talk?"

At the mention of why you're here the anxiousness from before tries to come back but you take a deep breath before releasing it into a sigh.

"Yeah um..." How do you start this?

You scratch the back of your head before looking Yoongi over. He looks calm. Calmer than you and he doesn't try to rush you. He lets you take your time as you try and get yourself together.

"Uh... I don't know how else to go about this other than to just spit it out." You look him in the eyes. "Is it true that you helped Minjeong escape?"

He stares at you for a beat without an expression to give besides shaking his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You know you must look pathetic because you throw a pleading look his way.

"Yoongi please. Please don't lie to me. I need to know the truth. For my sake."

He inhales long and slow and releases it all in one go. "I don't know what you want me to say. I didn't help Minjeong out. She managed to get out by herself."

You shake your head. "No. S-She was drugged. How could she?" You extend your hands out to him as you speak. "She told me you helped her. If it weren't for you she'd still be here. Just tell me the truth because I-" You pause. "I need help, Yoongi."

He continues to stare at you unwavering without a single expression to give. It unnerves you a bit and you wonder if he's ever going to tell you the truth or die with it.

You're about to plead to him again but he brings a finger up to silence you. It takes you aback but you stay quiet as he looks towards the door. He quickly stands up and rushes towards it, swinging it open and grabbing the maid by her arm. She looks startled. As startled as you. Maybe more. Your eyes are wide open as she trembles in Yoongi's hand. You can't see his face but you imagine the look he's sending her way is far from pleasant.

"What are you doing here" he hisses. "Spying for my brother?"

The maid looks like she's about to cry as she shakes her head.

"Don't lie to me."

"I-I'm n-not, Master"

"Then what were you doing, hm? Don't test my patience."

She whimpers before looking down with fresh tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

Yoongi just stares at her without saying a word. Like he's contemplating on what to do with the maid.

You didn't even realize someone was trailing after you. You looked around when leaving Hoseok's room but not when you reached Yoongi's. Maybe if you would have kept an eye out this wouldn't have happened. Maybe. Maybe not.

"I'll let you go," Yoongi starts. "But I want you to tell my brother to mind his own business."

The maid looks up at him with hope in her eyes.

"If I catch you anywhere near me again I'll make sure you'll be left out on the street. Understood?"

The young woman vehemently nods her head. "I-I understand, Master."

Yoongi releases her and you watch as she scurries off in a hurry.

It's startling to see Yoongi mad. He's always come off as calm and patient but despite it it doesn't change that he is a man. A man with emotions like any other. Still it catches you off guard and you find yourself apologizing like this was all your fault.

"I'm sorry for that. I should have paid more attention before coming here."

He shakes his head before closing the door. When he turns towards you he has a neutral expression on.

"It wasn't your fault. Things like this oftentimes happen. When the opportunity to make more money or when they're promised affection from my brother the maids have the tendency to go all out. If it wouldn't have happened now that maid or another would have made the effort to follow you anyway."

Your brows furrow as you take in his words.

Seokjin really has a hold on these women. He's awfully handsome so you guess that's what makes this so easy for him to do. Still. You love Namjoon but you don't see yourself doing his bidding.

Your mind runs wild with these thoughts that you forget the reason for why you're here until Yoongi speaks up.

"Anyway, back to what we were talking about."

You nod with a small "Oh" leaving your lips.

Yoongi leans his back against the door and crosses his arms. "I don't know what you've been told but it's a lie. I didn't help Minjeong. I was asleep when she escaped."

You visibly deflate before him.

Why wouldn't he tell you the truth? Unless Minjeong lied to you. Again? But why would she lie about this? It doesn't make any sense.

His eyes take you in but he doesn't say anything about how despondent you look.

You're thinking of going back to Hoseok's room. It's clear you're not going to get an answer you would like to hear. Whether it's because Yoongi is lying to you or Minjeong lied - either way you're not going to break your head over it.

"Forget about it," you say softly.

Yoongi hums before coming off the door and giving you space to leave. When you reach the doorknob you hesitate when you hear him take in a quick breath.

"What's your relationship with Namjoon?"

Your brows shoot up as you look his way. Why was he asking?

You shrug. "Nothing. We're just friends."

His eyes narrow a bit. "I love my brother but you need to watch your back."

You bring your hand down to your side and face the vampire before you.

"Minjeong told me he couldn't be trusted. Are you saying that too?"

He licks his lips before cocking his hip out. "He's prone to lying. I wouldn't trust what comes out of his mouth. The only thing I can trust about him is how hard he works because he likes the money that comes in. As for everything else it's hard to believe in him."

Your expression is one of disbelief.

No, he couldn't be right. Not Namjoon. Namjoon has proven to you that he likes you. He wouldn't fake that would he? It's hard to believe after everything you two have done with each other. The way he's kissed you and touched you. No man would go that far over a string of lies. It doesn't make sense.

You shake your head and sigh. "I should leave."

You grab the doorknob and twist it.

"I mean it Y/N."

No. You don't want to hear it right now. You want to leave.

The door swings open and just as you're about to leave Yoongi speaks one last time.

"Minjeong was right. About everything."

Freezing in place you look at Yoongi. You can't decipher his expression entirely but you see something akin to determination in his eyes.

So Minjeong was right all along about him. You don't know what prompted him to tell you the truth now but you appreciate it.

"Just keep your guard up. For now."

You don't know what he means by that besides the obvious. You would ask him but he walks over to his bed to sit on - grabbing the notepad to write in as if he didn't just say what he did.

You'll further this conversation another time. For now you'll leave him be and head back to Hoseok.

Keep your guard up... You've been doing that for the most part. Except with Namjoon. Namjoon. You'll talk to him when you have the chance. If he's available tomorrow you'll talk to him and see if you can get the truth from him, but if he's anything like what Yoongi said would it be easy? You're determined to try. Clearly something is up and you're going to get to the bottom of this.

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Operation: Seraphina-chan Figure Recovery (Mammon x GN!Reader)

+ Slight Levi x GN!Reader, but it can be read as platonic too. I just want to include that because this is mostly Levi and MC's shenanigans.

Rating: Teen+

Summary: Levi needs help rescuing a special edition Seraphina-chan figurine from the Great Mammon's clutches, and you happily oblige. Hijinks ensue, and somehow, you wind up in Mammon's bed.

Author's note: *Spoilers for Nightbringer Lesson 5-14 (hard mode) ahead!*

I took most of the plot/script from that lesson and then just changed the ending, so please avoid this if you'd rather experience it for yourself first ^^ Enjoy x

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Being the attendant to your beloved seven sinners, it wasn’t uncommon for you to receive late night calls for assistance. Sometimes, Mammon required a partner-in-crime for one of his typical money-making escapades; and others, Asmo would request your help with his skincare routine after a long night of partying. More often than not though, your midnight calls or texts wound up being Belphie, all but begging to use your thighs as a pillow so he could fall asleep more easily. It’s hard, after all, with all of Beel’s noisy sleep-eating.

The few times Levi needed you so late, it was because he was playing his favorite MMORPG, and wanted you to join in for the group-EXP bonuses he’d get out of it. That said, it was a shock to you when Levi sent you a text – all caps locked, to boot – practically demanding you to accompany him in a heist.

More fueled by intrigue than anything else, you rushed over to the House of Lamentation, quietly snuck inside and upstairs, and lightly rapped on the door to Levi’s room before being yanked inside.

“Ack!” you yelped, not having expected such force from the normally timid otaku.

The moment he shut the door behind you, Levi put a hand on your shoulder. The expression on his face reminded you that he was a war guy up in the Celestial Realm. His mein was intense, brimming with determination, and maybe even rage.

“Alright, so we’re about to commence ‘Operation: Seraphina-chan Figure Recovery,’” he announced. “Our objective: find and rescue Seraphina-chan!”

“...Umm, what?”

Visibly frustrated by your confusion, Levi took his hand off you and brought it up to his face with the other. As he answered, “Ugh, come on! You ruined the moment,” both palms slid down, revealing a more fitting look of pure desperation. He continued, “Listen, and listen well!”

“Okay,” you sighed, crossing your arms and leaning back onto the door.

“My beloved Seraphina-chan has fallen into Mammon’s clutches.”

“Uh-huh.”

The demon continued, “Oh, and just in case you didn’t know,” before giving you a paraphrased explanation of Seraphina’s whole deal. You lost him for a moment, before snapping back to attention just as Levi got around to his point. “Mammon won her figure recently in a prize campaign after drawing a lucky ticket.”

“Sooo we’re stealing her?” you asked for confirmation.

“Yes!” Levi responded incredulously, as if it couldn’t be any more obvious. “It’s just awful. We’re talking about a special collector’s edition that’s supposed to be kept in an air-conditioned case, never meant to be opened.”

Freaking nerd… but you wouldn’t have him any other way. You nodded along, jumping a little when he shouted, “But Mammon just tossed her on the floor! Like random garbage! It’s unbelievable! I know she would be happier in my care. Several thousand times happier.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Probably.”

‘Which is why I’m going to stand up and fight for her!”

“Hell yeah!” you encouraged him.

“So, tonight, I’m sneaking into Mammon’s room and rescuing Seraphina-chan!”

You responded as enthusiastically as you could in your sleep-deprived state. “O-okay!”

“And, like, you will help me with this, right? You are my caretaker after all!”

Even if you wanted to reject him, you probably couldn’t. The third-born looked pathetically endearing. “Alright, sergeant. Lead the way.”

The two of you skulked down the hall to Mammon’s domain, and Levi let out a quiet “Ah-ha!” as he turned the doorknob to his older brother’s room. “The door isn’t locked! I knew he’d leave it open.”

You both peeked inside – Levi’s head at his own level, and yours poking out from underneath his arm. The two of you scanned the area, as Levi murmured, “Now, where’s Mammon…?”

As if on cue, a loud snore echoed from Mammon’s bed. Perfect. Your companion looked down to you as you looked up at him, and you offered each other a curt nod, signaling that it was time to go inside.

“Let’s find Seraphina-chan while he’s asleep.”

As you took a step forward, something crumpled beneath your foot. “Ew…” you mumbled. “This room is a pigsty.”

“Seriously, how can anyone be this messy?!” Looking back briefly, Levi warned you, “Watch your step. If you make too much noise, you’re liable to wake up even Mam– d’ahh!”

Seeing as Levi was about to fall over, you gripped his arm, pulling him closer to you for balance. It backfired, and you both fell, Levi caging you against the ground.

“Ugh, sorry. I tripped over… um...” You couldn’t see much, but the whites of his eyes became a little more visible. “Is it just me, or is your face awfully close to mine…?”

“Uh…”

Before you could fully respond, Levi stuttered, “Ah, h-h-hold on, this isn’t what you think! I didn’t mean to knock you down and land on top of you, it was an accident!”

Finding his bumbling amusing, you decided to tease him a bit, rather than letting him know that you knew that. “Someone’s feeling assertive today, huh?” You weren’t sure if he could see, but you shot Levi a cheeky wink as you spoke.

His volume rising as he grew more embarrassed, Levi tried to defend himself. “I-it’s not like that! C’mon, don’t say stuff like–”

“Mnn…”

You could feel the soft breeze of Levi’s head whipping to look towards Mammon’s bed in tandem with your own. His brother groaned, then let out another snore. You felt a little more weight press into you as Levi breathed out a sigh of relief.

“A-anyway…” He looked at you again, paused to gather his bearings, then said, “we’d better find Seraphina-chan ASAP!”

The demon scrambled to get off of you, then helped you up as he scanned for his figure.

“Mammon’s room is totally different from mine, huh?”

“Mhm,” you very quietly hummed, hoping it would remind Levi to keep his voice down.

“I’m guessing maybe… you like this sort of room better…?”

You let out a hushed chuckle. “We’re at risk of getting caught snooping around Mammon’s stuff, and that’s what you’re worried about?” You nudged Levi’s arm, then took the neutral route. Both rooms were sick, in your opinion. “I don’t really have a preference either way.”

“Ahahaha!” You winced at your companion’s volume. He’d been too loud and too nervous ever since your little tumble together. “I mean, yeah, of course, right? It’s just a room!”

Worried about the steadily raising decibels, you tried to cut him off. “L-Levi–”

“Like, who cares?!”

Oh good lord.

“Levi!” you whisper-yelled.

Just as his name left your mouth, Mammon groaned again. This time, he spoke. “Mmn… quiet down…”

“Shit.”

“Oh no!” Levi exclaimed.

Mammon slurred, “Whoever’s disturbed my… my sleep… I got a pile driver with yooour name on it…”

“I think he’s only half awake?!” the purple-haired avatar speculated.

Your eyes finally having adjusted to the dark, you could see his features better. As Levi looked towards you, you were looking at Mammon, who was skulking closer to the two of you.

“Levi!” You whispered again, “Watch out!”

The older demon’s form began to square up, and he growled as he inched dangerously close. “Ah!” Levi squeaked. “He’s coming in for a pile driver!”

If you weren’t terrified of, you know, the pile driver, this situation would have been hilarious. Unfortunately, your safety was on the line. You dodged out of the way, and noticing that Levi was frozen in shock, you told him, “Dodge right!”

He obeyed, and Mammon missed him, falling onto the couch and right back to a full-on sleep.

“Ugh, what was that?!” Levi shook his head, then drew closer to you while still scanning the room. “Okay, now that he’s asleep again, it’s back to the search. This time we’re going to find Seraphina-chan, and–” He cut himself off with a gasp.

“What?” you questioned.

“I-i-it can’t be…” Levi groaned, falling to his knees beside Mammon. “That box underneath Mammon…”

“What about it?”

Levi didn’t – no, couldn’t – answer in coherent words. He simply stuttered and fumbled and flailed, his frustration growing as he gave up on speech and motioned towards the object in question. You could only assume it was his dear, sweet–

“Seraphina-chan…”

Yep.

“She’s… she’s been flattened…” he mourned.

You kneeled down to comfort the demon, but just as your fingertips touched his back, he tensed up, stood up, and you could only assume he was about to yell. You didn’t risk the possibility of it. Thinking fast, you stood up too, clasping a hand over Levi’s mouth. He looked furious and his face felt red-hot as he groaned questioningly into your palm.

“Chill. I’ve got this.”

Knowing that, even in this timeline, Mammon had a huge soft spot for you, you were ready to use it to your advantage. He was laying on his side facing towards Levi and yourself, and you hoped that if Mammon opened his eyes, you’d at least be blocking his view of his younger brother. If Mammon saw you first, he’d probably be too flustered to notice Levi was there at all.

“Mammonnn,” you whispered sweetly, running a hand through his snow-white hair.

“Mn…”

The demon said your name, and your heart fluttered a little, unsure if he was even awake. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wholeheartedly reciprocate the avatar of greed’s feelings.

“Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?”

Groaning again, he wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly pulling you on top of him. You held in a surprised yelp as you lost your balance. Your cheeks grew flushed as you gripped the back cushion of the sofa, so as to not further damage Seraphina-chan with your added weight. Hearing Levi growl from behind you, you turned to face him the best you could, and put your index finger to your lips.

A silent, “Dude, shut up and trust me.”

Facing forward again, you placed a featherlight hand to Mammon’s back.

“Come on, let’s goh!”

The next thing you knew, the second-born was tightening his grip around your midsection and hoisting you up over his shoulder, all while he raised himself back to his feet. You cupped a hand over your now-horizontal body to muffle an instinctive scream. Then, turning your upper half the best you could, you looked back towards Levi.

“Grab her!” you whisper-yelled, motioning towards the couch as you were brought further away from it.

“W-what about you?!”

“What about me?! We came here for Seraph– oof!”

Mammon dropped you onto the bed alongside him, before tugging you close. You were shorter than him, but he’d positioned you higher than himself, and was hugging your lower stomach to his face. Your shirt was riding up a bit, and you could feel his hot, steady breaths against the exposed skin.

You breathed out a jagged sigh before metaphorically shaking several very naughty thoughts from your head, and continued to explain to the now-closer Levi, “We came here for Seraphina-chan. I’ll… I’ll figure something out, just get out of here and do un-flattening surgery on her, or something.”

Cradling the squished box to his chest, Levi looked between you and Mammon a few times before nodding. “A-alright. Uh…”

Backing away while still facing you, Levi seemed to be hesitant to leave you there. You motioned your head towards the door, and Levi finally gave up.

“Uh, thanks for the help,” he offered before scurrying away.

When Levi shut the door, it became apparent to you how dark it truly was in Mammon’s room. In the present – Or was it technically the future? Whatever – Mammon normally kept a few dim lights on as he slept. You figured that it must’ve been a later Devildom development, because it was truly pitch black at the moment.

Not wanting to wake Mammon, but not wanting to scare him with your presence in case he did wake up either, you had the right mind to attempt to think of an alibi.

Unfortunately, you’d soon learn that you wouldn’t have time for that.

Mammon sleep-spoke your name again as one of his arms shifted lower, now wrapping around your butt. You had a light hold on his shoulder, but the motion of his strong arm wrapping around a more intimate spot made you instinctively grip much tighter.

In the future, this would’ve barely affected you. But given that Mammon only scarcely knew you in this timeline, and it had been so long since you’d last received a touch beyond a swift hug or light arm-link from any of your lovers, this was significantly more… exciting, to say the least.

“Mm…?” You sucked in a breath and remained silent as Mammon slowly came to. “W…w-what’s…?”

Shit.

His eyes were slowly blinking open, and they grew wider as they trailed up your form. Not knowing if you should meet his eyes or look away, you were kind of stuck, reluctantly settling for the top of his hair. The demon reached around you to grab a remote from his bedside table, turning some dim lights on above his mattress.

It took a moment before he could register the position he was in. Then, Mammon shouted your name. Was it fear? Shock? Embarrassment? You had no idea, because you’d assumed you felt exactly the same.

Quick to react, you came up with the most Mammon-friendly excuse that you could think of:

“I-I… I was here playing games with Levi, and I didn’t want to walk home this late, but I didn’t want to stay in his room either… a-and I kind of missed you, so…”

It wasn’t entirely wrong. You did miss him… the him that you knew, of course, but it was still him nonetheless. You’d take any version of him at that point.

As you spoke, you looked everywhere but Mammon’s eyes. When he didn’t respond, you finally took a peek, and your breath hitched. His pupils were blown wide, and he had a dreamy yet carnal look to him that you haven’t seen since you were in your previous timeline.

After an almost-cocky-but-mostly-nervous laugh, Mammon slid the arm that was around your ass up towards your back, sending a shiver up your spine as his palm grazed your bare skin.

“Of course you’d come to the Great Mammon in time of need,” he responded. “Some attendant you are, making me take care of you.” You rolled your eyes at his typical tsundere behavior, but smiled anyway.

“C’mere, you,” he mumbled, pulling you down closer to his level.

Then, Mammon pressed a kiss to your forehead – you didn’t even think he realized he was doing that as it happened – and repositioned so that you were able to lay against his toned chest.

You hadn’t meant to sleep over, but that’s exactly what happened. You weren’t about to object to a comfy night with one of your favorite non-humans.

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