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Elvis/Dune: Part 2/SOA/Power Book IV
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Mid-40's Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Pedro Pascal, Glen Powell, Austin Butler, Tommy Flanagan, and
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Summary: Brendon struggles with his own vulnerabilities during his continued illness.
Set After:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC’s fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren’t the only explosive thing happening at Jesse’s Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot…
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a ‘sticky’ situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Sick Day - Brendon Park doesn't need anyone... until he gets sick.
Set Before:
Tell. Me. To. Stop (NSFW) - Jealousy is not an emotion Brendon Park is accustomed to.
Surrender (NSFW) - Brendon Park isn’t a sub… at least not until you coax him into a pair of leather cuffs after a bad day.
Both Ways - Brendon and Jesse discuss a surprisingly intense experiance with you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
Confetti (NSFW) - Brendon Park doesn’t do night clubs…
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
Authentic - You and Jesse discuss your situationship with Brendon after you see him with another woman.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you…
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon’s day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David’s calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David’s attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he’s been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father’s Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon’s greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon’s focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he’s called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you’re in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon’s world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
Roses - Brendon is forced to deal with a vindictive POS when a dozen red roses are delivered to your door.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn’t expect.
The Best the Ravens Have Ever Looked (NSFW) - Brendon has a real problem with your shorts.
Home - Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
The Change Up - When you struggle to reacclimate at home Brendon realises you need a change up.
The Body Pillow - Brendon and you settle in for your first night at the new house.
Rae Days - You’re forced to navigate your new limitations when Brendon returns to work full time.
The Liberator - Brandon asks Abbot’s for advice with a very particular problem.
Grounded - Brendon gets a surprise when his brother turns up on his doorstep unexpectedly.
Watermelon Sugar (NSFW) - Brendon uses your favourite song against you when the sex cushion comes out to play.
Suck (NSFW) - Brendon’s dommy side finally comes out to play for the first time since the accident.
Bad Girl (NSFW) - You tempt Brendon into having sex for the first time since the accident.
Day three of the virus and Brendon is definitely dying.
He starts to dictate his last will and testament to you as he slumps over the marble kitchen island with tight dry skin, a blanket draped around his shoulders and his water bottle clasped in his hand. You stand across from him, listening as you chop the ingredients for your mother’s chicken soup recipe. You’re adamant it will heal him, he isn’t so sure.
“The charity I give to each month can have my fortune.” He declares morosely, his chin propped up on his arms as you slice into a piece of garlic. He can barely smell it over his blocked nose, he hasn’t been able to taste anything in days including that bitter cough medicine you brought. “Jesse’s always coveted my Wassily Kandinsky painting, please make sure he gets it.”
“Makes sense.” You play along, glancing at the two-metre abstract piece that’s fixed to the wall in the open plan living room. It’s the perfect blend of bold colour work and geometric shapes, fitting alongside the clean lines of Brendon’s stark white condo.
“And you…” Brendon utters, burying his face into his arms to ward off the pressure burning in his sinuses. “You have to wear my Steelers t-shirt to the funeral. It’s my dying wish.”
“I’m not wearing the Steelers t-shirt.” You inform him, the rhythmic sound of the knife blade against the wooden chopping board vibrating through his ears. “And you’re not dying, although you do look like hell.”
He knows he does. His eyes are gritty and leaking. His features look gaunt, his cheekbones sharply pronounced underneath his clammy skin. He feels like a zombie, and not even one of the hot ones you see in those horror movies that come out around Halloween.
He still doesn’t understand why you’re here. He essentially whined about his ‘condition’ and used you as a nap pillow since his illness started. You aren’t getting anything from him, something he finds counterproductive when it comes to your arrangement.
“I haven’t fucked you in days and you’re still here after every shift.” He remarks dryly, rising his head as he tries to decipher your motives. “Tonight, you’re making chicken soup. Is Jesse paying you?”
You let out a chuckle as you pick up the freshly peeled carrot to chop next. “I wish. The truth is, I just don’t like the idea of you dealing with this on your own. I know it’s something you’re used to but-”
He bristles because your words, they’re a little too close to the bone for comfort. They make him sound like a sad, lonely recluse, living in his castle up on the hill, biting anyone that shows him a shred of humanity. “If this is a pity thing, you can walk right out-”
“It’s not a pity thing. It’s a giving a shit thing. There’s a difference.” You say firmly, fixing him with a stern look as you pause chopping. “Contrary to popular belief you aren’t the unlovable, unfeeling asshole you pretend to be. You’re a human being, someone who deserves to be cared for especially when they’re sick.”
Silence falls as the words penetrate through to his illness addled brain. This is you all over, your bleeding heart, your empathy. He sees it play out in the E.R everyday but he never thought that he would be the recipient of it.
“I suppose I can upgrade you from nemesis to fuck buddy.” He says in a rare moment of weakness, his chin coming to rest upon his palm as you dissect that carrot.
“Maybe even friends with benefits.” You retort, using the knife blade and the chopping board to tip the vegetables into the pot along with the others. “The benefits being sex and hot soup.”
“Is that what we are, friends?” He muses as you set the chopping board back down on the counter.
“What would you say we are?” You ask, picking up the spatula to spread the veggies around the pot as they sauté.
He falls silent again working over the trajectory of your relationship. Furious arguments in the E.R to hate sex, then watching sports games together. The late-night rides, the energy bars, cooking for you after an intense session. He doesn’t have a blueprint to work from because he’s never done any of this before, there’s no heading at the top of the paper, telling him exactly what this is.
“I don’t know.” He responds truthfully. “But I don’t think it’s hate sex anymore.”
“I don’t think so either.” You respond, nursing those vegetable. “I don’t think it needs a label, I think it just is.”
He understands what you’re doing. You know he struggles with vulnerability, that he isn’t a man used to being loved. He may get there one day, but right now this is too raw, too new to be anything more than what it is.
“Thank you.” He says quietly, gesturing at the pot. “For this and everything else.”
You look up, your lips pursed together into a knowing smile.
“You’re welcome, corpse bride.” You tell him and a glance in the dark floor to ceiling window confirms that he does in fact have the hollowed-out features of a Tim Burton character. “Now why don’t you get yourself in the shower and then moisturize. The soup should be done by the time you get out.”
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