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dastardlydandelion · 3 years ago

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So...what kind of horror movie would you write featuring the Hargrove/ Mayfield family? (That you haven't written already lol)

oh boy, u may regret asking me this bc i am indecisive af and i can’t pick just one!

two that i'm actually writing are max as (g is for) ghostface killer in the abcs of neil’s death and also the max + tory nichols werewolf movie fic outlined here. also some more misc gorror junk bc i’m a demon and esp horny for susan wearing blood splatter. but more ideas commence below:

horror movie #1: another creature feature! awhile back @lucdarling sent me an ask abt max + billy hiding smth from susan and her like, playing along, pretending she doesn't know, and one of the scenarios that popped in my head was them keeping a baby bat as a pet. max finds it and she’s only like six or seven, and she thinks it’s going to turn into a vampire. so here is that scenario except horror edition: baby bat is actually a vampire type creature. not rly a vampire like, what’s prolly popping into ur head, like an undead human like dracula or smth, but like a bat monster that sucks blood.

billy being a lil older doesn’t actually think the bat is going to turn into a vampire. he makes fun of max for believing this, but he helps her take care of it anyway bc he thinks it’s cool. susan, like in the non-horror version, knows abt the bat but plays dumb bc she’s feeling a lot of guilt abt max’s difficulty adjusting to the blended fam (as of rn tho, neil has yet to reveal his abusive nature. the red flags are not yet red, more of a brownish maroon, and he is on his best behavior almost all the time, showering susan + max with affection and keeping the swears out of his mouth when he scolds billy in front of them) and knows the lil furry baby makes her happy. she tacitly cleans up after the bat whenever the kids miss a spot (bats poop a lot, dude) and distracts neil, deterring him from discovering it whenever he gets close.

baby bat gets rly big rly fast. and the older it gets, the more it starts to look monstrous. it still has bat features but it’s just like, different. its fangs grow suspiciously long, its hooks grow suspiciously long. its feet are elongated. a dorsal ridge emerges from its spine, spikes at first just flesh but soft fur rather like peach fuzz eventually sprouting. billy catches on that smth is strange abt this animal when it's as long as his forearm after two wks and still growing. he nearly shits a brick when the bat is clinging to his sweater one day and he steps in front of a mirror and only his reflection looks back at him— no bat.

max laughs at him all like, “stupid brother, ofc there’s no reflection. nosferatu is a vampire, vampires don’t have reflections.” 😂

susan catches a glimpse of the thing when nosferatu crawls out of the home max built it in her closet the same wk billy realizes it doesn’t have a reflection, and also almost shits a brick. she doesn’t know what it is, but it’s NOT a fucking bat. not a normal one, anyway! cue a comedy scene where she’s chasing it around the house with a butterfly net and it’s always one flap *ba dum tss* ahead of her, flying just out of reach. she suddenly regrets not getting rid of it sooner, scolding herself for ever allowing her daughter to keep a wild animal.

she can’t catch it. max comes home, susan tells her she needs to get rid of it. max cries, flips her the bird, refuses. billy tho…billy has mixed feelings. he loves nosferatu but he’s worried it’s going to get dangerous. he loves his dad and his dad is dangerous too. he’s stressed out enough, always on edge, knowing that one way or the other, neil is going to hurt him again. he’s already waiting for his dad to hurt him, he doesn’t need the added stress of waiting for nosferatu to hurt him too. and while max is 100% nosferatu’s favorite, it likes billy too. billy’s been handling it since it could fit in the palm of his hand, it trusts him much more than it trusts susan and doesn’t know any different when billy takes it out of the closet when max isn’t around.

billy frees nosferatu at an abandoned farm. there are always bats flying out of the old silo adjacent to the dilapidated barn. while he knows nosferatu isn’t a *normal* bat, it’s still bat like enough that he thinks it might make friends and be happy here…

yeah, that doesn’t stick. before long, nosferatu is feasting on that colony. leeches the blood out of a couple bats nightly. the number of bats increases with nosferatu’s size. meanwhile, max mourns her missing friend. she’s sullen af and won’t speak to susan at all. she thinks susan is the one who got rid of nosferatu. billy never fesses up and susan doesn’t contradict max’s assumption bc she wants the step-siblings to get along.

neil, meanwhile, is getting more comfortable. those maroon flags are slowly but surely brightening to scarlet. he starts sabotaging susan’s plans with her friends, trying to keep her around the house more and more, quietly but steadily eroding her relationships with other people. he’s getting more visibly aggressive when he disciplines billy. he curses him out with a virulent venom that dunks susan’s stomach in ice water and scares max so badly, she runs to susan and hides behind her even though she’s still so mad that susan got rid of her beloved baby vampire.

nosferatu’s appetite surpasses what the bat colony can offer. it’s like the size of a ten yr old human child now. fucker’s big. it doesn’t just have fangs on top, but tusks on bottom. it can’t go out in the sunlight anymore, the sun sears its flesh. it misses max a lot and before, it wasn’t strong enough to fly back to her house. but now it is. it’s extremely strong, actually.

so bc it's hungry, nosferatu grabs a snack along the way. some nameless rando, it swoops down and sucks dry. nourished and much happier, nosferatu makes its way back home. patiently waits outside of max’s bedroom in the moonlight, tapping its hook against the window until she wakes up. initially max is a lil startled— nosferatu looks so different, there’s a beat before she recognizes it— him?? yk, ig it’s male, the og nosferatu was a guy. sure, why not, nosferatu is a boy now.

once she realizes who it is, she is so! happy! max opens the window and embraces her friend. she isn’t freaked out by the blood on its fangs. she’s always known nosferatu is a vampire, albeit, she was thinking he’d look more like dracula than this bat-monster-thingy.

nosferatu moves back into max’s closet. it hangs upside-down from her rod by its weird, elongated feet. we get more shots of nosferatu sucking rando ppl dry at night, tho he remains gentle with max. when max drags billy in to show her he came back, nosferatu is less friendly with him. he’s not aggressive with billy, but he is standoffish. nosferatu’s thought process is somewhere between human and animal. he doesn’t quite cognitively understand that billy took him to the farm with the intent of getting rid of him, but he does understand that the last time he clung to billy, billy left him alone and never came back. max puts two and two together, and realizes it was billy who “stole” her friend. she yells at him a lot, he yells back, she then ices him out.

billy acts out bc he’s upset. runs away, thinks he’s going to find his mom…the cops find him first and call neil. neil is rly embarrassed and pissed abt the whole thing. he breaks down and beats billy in front of the mayfields for the first time. nosferatu smells the blood and it’s time for the main event! we love dead!neil, yes, we do.

nosferatu flies out the closet and right into the living room where billy’s bleeding and teary but biting his lip so they don’t actually fall. susan’s covering max’s eyes but so shocked and tbh, FRIGHTENED, she doesn’t move a muscle beyond that. neil’s got the belt raised, preparing to bring it down again, and nosferatu smashes right into him. neil stumbles, turns back to see this freaky monster looking thing. proceeds to whip the belt at nosferatu. tries to fight him off with the belt and it doesn’t accomplish much beyond pissing him off more— nosferatu, like most classic vampire types, has a healing factor!

max rips her mom’s hands off her face in time to see her pet sink its fangs into her stepdad’s throat. nosferatu sucks neil dry. billy’s a little dazed, not quite frightened. susan is just dead ass frozen, too scared to scream, even. nosferatu crawls over to billy and nudges at him, making sure he’s in once piece and forgiving him in the same go. max darts over and that snaps susan out of her stupor, but she isn’t as fast as our blood-sucking bat monster.

nosferatu stretches his wings out and with a truly impressive wingspan, hugs both of the kids. <3

horror movie #2: a haunting! this one opens with a bang. it’s a tragic horror, beware. we’re in hawkins post s3. billy died at starcourt mall. neil’s obvi had a longstanding abusive mindset and abusive behavior, but he rly takes his grief out on susan and max. mostly susan. she does her best to protect max however she can, whether that means shielding her w her body, sending her out of the house, getting neil’s goat to inspire his ire in max’s place, etc. but sue simply isn’t around all the time and when she isn’t, but max is, well. yk.

one day neil comes home early (bc he lost his job for a violent outburst, tbh) and discovers susan packing a suitcase.

sue fights hard. she rly does. but neil is bigger, heavier, crueler, and to boot, he caught her completely unawares. he kills her. and no, no it’s not some accidental thing where neil makes one bad move rage-blind. he strangles her with his belt. she’s clawing at his arms and making these horrible choked, trapped animal noises. thrashes and twists her body with everything she has trying to get him off but he’s so strong, his grip is unrelenting, and she's growing weaker, lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. strangulation can induce incontinence and when susan blacks out, her piss streams to the hardwood— neil hears that as much as he felt the clawing and heard the noises, even now he could stop, but he doesn’t. he just. doesn’t think his wife has the right to leave him, esp not after his son just did.

neil burns the body and the suitcase in the woods while max is at school. max has been spending as much time as she can (and often with sue’s prompting) outside of the house, so it actually takes her about two days to realize her mother isn’t around. neil tells a pretty convincing story about how susan abandoned them, voice saturated with apology and sorrow. he takes her out for a fancy dinner and promises he’s going to be a better father-- that being a better father is the least he can do now that her mother abandoned her and they are alone in their grief.

max doesn’t know what to think. she’s been preoccupied with her own grief and pain. she finds it hard to believe her mother would just leave her to neil’s wrath. she has a lot of hangups with susan and anger toward her for marrying neil and not getting them out sooner, but she’s also old enough to realize there would be risks involved with that. it’s hard to reconcile the memory of her mother just last wk pinning max to the wall to protect her from neil’s blows with her own bod just abruptly taking off without a word in the middle of the night. but hey, maybe that’s why susan left. maybe she got sick of protecting her, maybe the pain got to be too much and she turned tail.

but also…it’s early october now, abt three months after billy’s death but still fairly warm outside. yet neil is wearing long sleeves. neil never used to button his collared shirts all the way up, and yet. every collar is buttoned. also, mom’s car is still here. why would mom leave without her car?

that ceramic pelican she loved so much is still here too, on the mantle in the living room. it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing she would leave behind, she's had it since max was a baby.

max almost wants to believe neil because she’d rather her mother abandoned her than be dead somewhere, rotting in a storage locker or a hole in the ground. under the earth with the worms, just like billy. max has the worst feeling low in the pit of her gut. she thinks she knows the truth. she thinks abt going to hopper and hesitates bc she’s not sure she could handle it if he actually found smth. or what would happen to her if he did, where she would be sent, who she would end up with.

this movie would be more on the ambiguous end of things. an arthouse horror, if u will.

the days turn into wks and neil is crawling in his skin. the viewer isn’t sure if the shadows he’s seeing, always, always susan-shaped shadows, are of a ghostly nature or if he’s just hallucinating out of guilt. but the signs gradually point to the former— that smth paranormal is indeed going on. bc those scratches and bite marks susan left in his skin?

they do not heal. they do not get infected. they do not become necrotic. but they do not heal, either. days turn into wks and the wounds still look fresh, like she just left them moments ago. neil can’t wear light colors anymore because his wounds weep red into the fabric. he isn’t just seeing susan’s shadows either, he’s smelling her.

he washes his sheets and pillowcases a dozen times and the scent of her shampoo, her lotion, it’s like it’s woven into the fibers. he walks into the hallway and chokes on the aroma of susan’s perfume. he wonders if max is screwing with him, if max figured it out and she’s trying to torture him into a confession. one day he stomps off to max's bedroom, furious, adamant on confronting her. he grabs her doorknob, prepared to yank it open and then lets out a yelp, jerking his hand back with a sudden sharp pain.

it feels like a bee sting (which would be esp bad for this fucker in anything i write, bc i headcanon him as being allergic). but there’s no stinger. no injury. nothing. neil is freaked out enough that he backs down.

max, on the other hand, is getting gentler signs. when she turns the radio dial in the camaro, it’s somehow always her mom’s favorite songs that come thru the speakers. when she goes to pull clothes out of her drawers in the morning, she discovers that the things she’d just shoved inside in wrinkled balls are perfectly folded, neat as a pin, exactly like how susan always folded. susan was always fond of cardinals and suddenly max is seeing cardinals, pretty red cardinals, in just abt erry tree and shrub.

neil wakes up one night to his wife’s voice whispering “boo” right in his ear. he throws the covers off and discovers ashes in the bed. he doesn’t smell susan’s shampoo or lotion anymore, he smells the kerosine he’d poured all over her body.

his wounds still won’t heal. whenever he looks in the mirror, he catches a glimpse of susan walking past behind him, peering at him from her peripheral. he whips around, heart hammering, but there’s never any tangible person there.

max is almost certain her mother is dead at this point. neil’s been so bizarrely nice to her lately. she never believed in ghosts but her experiences with the upside-down broadened her perception of reality. she doesn’t know how else to explain the songs, the cardinals, the folded clothes. the way that these days, whenever she does feel fear toward neil, it just fades away. her fear melts like popsicles in the sun, immediately replaced by the sensation of a warm, maternal hug, as if arms she can’t see are trying to reassure her she truly doesn’t need to be afraid of him anymore.

in fact, max feels so unafraid of neil and brave, that one night she calls him out on it. he’s grizzled and unshaven in his recliner, beer in hand. she steps in front of the television he’s vacantly fixated on and folds her arms across her chest.

“you killed my mom, didn’t you?”

quick as a flash, neil leaps to his feet. he brings his arm back like he’s going to strike her and susan’s ceramic pelican on the mantle explodes into shards. the lights flicker, the television program cuts to snow with a static roar. every other knickknack on the mantle rattles and framed photos tumble off the wall.

neil very wisely lowers his hand. he slumps, boneless. he doesn’t say a word. max sees the answer in his eyes. it’s the dead of night and she snatches the camaro keys off the hook, marching out of the house, slamming the door behind her. it’s the dead of night and she doesn’t care. she’s going to blow past every stop sign and pound on the chief’s door until he opens up. and fuck, i just realized if this is post s3 he’s supposed to be in russia. shit. i don’t watch this show, but i know abt russia bc i DID watch the clips of that demogorgon that i rly hope isn’t stuck in captivity!! okay, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen?

it’s an au?? i mean, errything i write is always technically an au anyway, bc when i write stuff susan has an actual personality and billy isn’t *completely* abhorrent. okay, so it’s an au and mr. hopper didn’t blow up and un-blow up in russia. he’s still here. so max drives to his house.

she pounds on the door so hard this guy snaps outta bed, thinking someone’s trying to bust it down. she tells him neil confessed to killing her mom. it isn’t true, exactly, but he didn’t have to. so it’s a helluva grim drive back to cherry lane, this time in the cop car.

but when they go inside, chief prepared to arrest neil, no need. neil’s hanging from the belt he strangled susan with, shirtless for the first time since that night, erry seemingly fresh furrow and bite mark on full display. below his dangling feet is a map, the area he burned susan’s corpse in circled in red marker. did he kill himself or did the ghost do it?

up to u, we soundlessly cut to credits without a concrete answer to that question.

horror movie #3: crossover special! stranger things meets the chilling adventures of sabrina. sequel to that fic i wrote where susan makes out with lilith, queen of hell, and lilith kills neil for her. sue officially joins the church of lilith. bc in this ‘verse the church of lilith actually happens after caos s2 instead of the nonsense that was s3 and the inconceivably godawful migraine-inducing shit-fest that was s4.

killing neil was lilith’s only freebee. susan isn’t a witch, she’s a mortal, so in order to reap the other rewards of worshipping the one and only mother of demons, she has to fornicate with the witches and participate in the sacrifices!!!

this is, uh, well. it’s p much a porno, dude, sorry. 😅

this is just an excuse for susan to have sex with lilith, zelda, marie, hilda, big witch orgies + susan. witches bathing in the blood of their sacrifices, susan so nervous and timid but unable to deny her desire. the witch’s dressing her in their gothic garb.

how does the rest of the fam get it on this?

max joins the church too. she has more age-appropriate conduct with sabrina and the weird sisters, and what have you. just smooches and over-the-clothes groping, and whatnot, even tho the weird sisters, at least, would be interested in going further if given the opportunity.

billy dies in starcourt again, so he gets revived in the cain pit! hilda is the one who goes to him after bc she’s been in the cain pit many a time (i am still BIG side-eyeing zelda for repeatedly murdering her sister since childhood). hilda understands how jarring it can be to come back. suddenly alive!billy is freaking tf out but she brings him inside the mortuary, wraps him up in a big blanket burrito and they have a talk. hilda explains that he’s going to be okay and rubs his back while he tentatively sips the hot chocolate she made.

after billy’s calmed down, she brings max and susan in. max and susan can’t do as much magic as the caos witches— they’re mortals, after all, it’s not in their nature —but they’ve gained some abilities thru being in the church, following the rituals, and being carnally involved with the immortal witches. max happily shows him some of her new magic tricks.

horror movie #4: another crossover with caos. heavily inspired by creepshow episode s2e1, model kid (which i already v blatantly referenced in the last axe snafu update and i’m not ashamed, bc it’s a good series i love v much).

billy picks max up from the byers’ place rly late one night. it’s dark and the weather is bad and okay, yeh, he might be a little high. and a little concussed. he pissed neil off pretty bad the other day and okay, actually he’s defo concussed bc he doesn’t even remember what he did wrong!

needless to say, they take a wrong turn somewhere. they end up in greendale. at first max is pissed. she yells at him a lot! yells so loud hilda can hear them thru the walls of dr. cerberus’s comic shop/diner. she goes outside to see what all the fuss is abt, hilda never rly ignores youth in need. we love hilda, she deserved so much better…i’m getting distracted, okay, back to the story.

hilda ushers them inside. max is like, “ooh, comics? horror junk and comics? nvm, i’m not mad anymore.” she pats billy’s arm and wanders away to go check stuff out! hilda makes billy sit down. caos canon established that she’s psychic, at least when she wants to be. she smells the weed but she also sees his life, his trauma. billy doesn’t remember what he did to piss neil off or the abuse that followed, but hilda sees it clear as day.

he’s rude and cranky w her when she probes a little too much for his liking. hilda gently but firmly reprimands him and gets him a milkshake on this house. then she goes to check on max. she steers max to a v particular section of the shop, the one that sells model kits. now, max isn’t *huge* into model kits BUT they are p neat and she enjoys them well enough. more so when the weather is nasty and she can’t go outside. or when she needs smth to do with her hands (a trait she shares w susan) to distract herself and ease some of the anxiety when she hears her brother being beaten or her mother being shouted at.

max is actually rly impressed by the array of models. vintage ones and newer ones. monsters, slashers, final girls, tiny accessories like knives and bloodied heads. but when she gets to the paint-your-own shelf, her jaw drops to the floor.

there’s one that looks just like neil. unpainted, plain gray vinyl, but undoubtedly her stepdad. the expression on the five inch figurine is one frozen in fear.

“i think that one’s calling to you,” hilda prompts her, with the softest smile.

max blinks away her bewilderment altho she still can’t speak. she turns to hilda and turns her empty pockets inside out. hilda just waves her hand. she tells her it’s on the house. that it wouldn’t be fair if she gave billy smth on the house, but not max.

speaking of billy, when he finishes his milkshake, he’s suddenly totally sober and healed!! no more high buzzing in his blood. no more pounding headache or concussion fogging his mind. he doesn’t feel his bruises anymore, rolls his sleeve up, and realizes they simply aren’t there anymore. like they dissolved off his skin.

albeit it’s muttered under his breath, but billy does thank hilda. then he and max are on their way. max shows him the suspiciously familiar figurine in the box. this night cannot get weirder.

max knows what to do with the model kit. she does. she isn’t sure how she knows, but she does. she grapples with it for a long time. neil’s the closest thing she has to a dad these days. and things aren’t bad all the time, ofc.

sometimes neil gives max a ride when mom and billy aren’t available. sometimes he brings her ice cream entirely unprompted. neil’s the one who picks max up off the sidewalk when she wipes out super bad on her skateboard, carries her inside and then later to the car when her cut doesn’t stop bleeding and she ends up needing stitches.

but most of the time he sucks. she can’t rly be herself around him. he's indifferent to her interest at best, scornful at worst. he would hate all her friends. he scares the shit out of her when he’s angry. he doesn’t have a problem belittling her mother in front of her, tearing susan to shreds and making her out like she’s lower than dirt, the most worthless person on the planet. doesn’t have a problem beating billy in front of her or glaring at her with the promise that she’ll be next if she dares to voice her dissent.

max doesn’t always want to do what she knows she’s meant to do with the model. bc she's kind at heart and bc on the good days, she genuinely does have mixed feelings toward neil. never enough to hope he'll be better, he's proven he won't...but maybe enough to hope he won't get worse, either.

then comes the night neil breaks ribs. bad, like we’re talking, a-sharp-spear-of-broken-rib-punctures-billy’s-lung-and-he’s-coughing-up-blood-bad. that’s a trip to the emergency room. in the days that follow, at her next dnd meeting w the party, max places the fully and attentively painted model of her stepdad on the table. normally her pals would protest her derailing the intended game, but they can sense it, yk, that smth is different.

max takes over as dungeon master to the protest of no one, all other mouths sealed as if bewitched and spellbound. she narrators a scene where the demogorgon devours neil and uses the demogorgon piece and the model for demonstration.

when max returns home, neil is strewn across the house in gory chunks and torn wallpaper curls around massive claw marks.

#writerwhowritesao3 #susan hargrove #max mayfield #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #crossover #hilda spellman #my scenario tag #i may have gotten carried away #my bad #it's october!#i'm in big horror mode

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 8 full draft

When Lance fell asleep in his lap in their bath, Keith let him rest. His husband looked so incredibly fragile as he placed the entirety of his trust in Keith protecting him. For Keith's part, he couldn't keep his hands off Lance's stomach, rubbing softly until his husband moaned in his sleep and he was forced to behave himself. The quintant was definitely not how things were supposed to go. Lance was supposed to have a simple bug or something. Something he knew how to handle and how to be there for. Not a baby... or twins... Twins... as in two... Finding his hand gripping Lance's stomach by his fingertips, his husband roused slightly. By his estimate, they'd probably been in the bathtub for the last two vargas or so

"Keith?"

"I'm here..."

"You're playing with my tummy..."

"It's a cute little tummy"

Moving to nuzzle at Keith's jawline, Lance gave a small yawn before kiss him randomly

"We're having a baby"

"Yeah... we're even having two..."

"You knocked me up good like you said you would"

"This is true... How do you feel?"

Lance snorted as if something was funny

"Honestly... exhausted and horny... if I'm not sick, scared, freaking out or sleeping, I've been really fucking horny... Not like... not like in my heat, but at the same time, I feel it... like a bite... you know, it's there but you can't scratch it... or rather, I've been trying to not scratch it..."

No wonder Lance had snorted. Horny wasn't on Keith's list of expected replies. Chuckling affectionately, he kissed his lover's hair

"We can't have that..."

Letting his hand slide down between Lance's legs, Lance whimpered at touch, grabbing Keith's hand and moving it back up to his stomach

"I can't... I can't... I'm too scared"

Keith wasn't particularly in the mood, he only wanted to comfort his husband

"Babe, its only me and you here. No one else... you can let go. Leave it to me..."

"It's dirty... I'm dirty"

"You're not dirty. Your body is clean..."

"But..."

"Do you remember the first time? When you asked me to take the feeling of their touches away? To replace them? Let me touch you... not sex, just touching. You're stressed, exhausted and confused... rely on me"

"It feels dirty... my skin feels itchy"

"Then let touch you... cover you in my scent so you know I'm here"

"I'm..."

"Babe, I'm not trying to push you... I want you to know you're safe. To feel completely safe. You're in our bathroom. It's just you and me... let me give you some release"

"I feel so sick from the feeling..."

"Then let me make you feel better"

"But what about you? You still don't know how you feel about this pregnancy"

"I don't think either of us know..."

"I want to want it..."

"Then let yourself want it. Let yourself be happy..."

"I don't know if I remember how..."

"I know you do. I never should have started yelling at you..."

Let his hand wander back down, Keith grasped Lance's half erection. Whining into his ear, Lance's breath was hot... and his husband really needed to brush his teeth

"Everyone was telling me how shit a job I've done being there for you. Shiro was disappointed I broke that promise. I was disappointed no one could give me a straight answer... I can't understand if you don't talk to me"

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I don't want to be a burden..."

Twisting to hide his face, Keith jerked Lance off slowly, his free hand rubbing circles on the soft skin that would soon stretch as he swelled. Moaning into his touch, Lance spread his legs further. If their was one major pro to the Galra having built the outpost, it was that their baths were big enough for 4 humans of their size to fit. It was akin to a small swimming pool in that regard, with taps that activated by waving your hand underneath them. Being able to just barely reach within sensor distance with his toes, that's how he'd kept the water from getting too cool during Lance's nap. With how pent to his husband was, it only took a few doboshes for Lance to cum with a soft sigh of relief. Feeling for the plug chain with his toes, Keith pulled it free and gathered Lance up into his arms

"You with me, babe?"

Nuzzling him affectionately Lance took his hand in his

"I think I needed that..."

"I think you might have needed that too..."

"I can't... bring myself to do it alone... it feels wrong"

"I swear to give you all the hand jobs you want or need"

Laughing softly, Lance finally stopped nuzzling into his neck

"You might need too... I'm going to get so fat..."

"Not fat. You're stomach's going to swell up with our children"

"Mmm... yours... I... I don't know if I... it's scary... but not as scary as being raped into pregnancy... I... truly love you Keith... you're my world... I keep trying to do better but nothing works out right... it feels like every step I take forward, I'm swept right back to the start... I don't want to go back to the start"

"You're not back at the start... You're not. You're doing so much better"

"Am I? I feel like I've been in a constant panic attack since I found out. I can't sleep without Shiro there because if he's there, then they're not... I had a seizure I can't even remember... and... I blacked out so badly I forgot who Shiro was... I thought I was back there... he put me to bed, but when I woke up I still thought it... these stupid dreams are so fucking vivid... and I... I broke my promises to you... I've only known for a few quintants now and if I'm this bad already... how am I going to get through this?"

"You're going to get through this because we've both hit the end of our emotional rope. I can't... I can't keep leaving you. I can't stand not being with you..."

"You have so many obligations"

"And out of them, being your husband has always been number one. Even if it hasn't felt that way for either of us. Let's tell the others at dinner that you're coming to stay. Even if it's just for the phoeb to begin with"

"I'm scared to go to Daibazaal... they could tell I was pregnant from my scent alone. What if your team smells it on me?"

"Then I'll punch anyone who says anything in the face"

Lance gave a weak laugh

"You can't do that... I want to be excited for this..."

"Babe. You are recovering. You're allowed to be mixed up and confused because quiznak knows I am. I'm terrified, but I'm not going to walk away. Now, enough wallowing in the bath. You need to eat. I bet you haven't been keeping anything down"

"I've barely got any appetite... We need to join the others for dinner"

"Let's go by the kitchen? Hunk might have something to help the nausea"

"Ginger... is supposed to help. Lisa had bad morning sickness..."

Keith smiled. Lance seemed to be more positive, or at least he sounded more positive

"Alright. Dinner and IV bag after. Dehydrations probably making it even worse"

"I haven't been able to keep anything down"

"We'll figure this out. Together"

Keith had helped him dress in a body suit beneath his husband's clothes. The fact that Keith had flipped out over the pregnancy hadn't been surprising for Lance. The fact that Keith had run hadn't been either. The fact that he'd came back... Lance was still trying to believe that. The fact that his husband had swept him up into his arms and told him that it was ok to be excited was... he had no words. Keith was excited. Keith was excited and scared like he was. Keith was excited and scared and wanted their twins... His husband hadn't left him... and even if it was pretty shitty of him to think he would, he couldn't help his stupid out of control anxieties were leaving him feeling so weak and broken it was almost like being back in the first movement on Erathus. They'd made a baby... two babies... Two living tiny people were inside his stomach right now...

"What are you smiling about?"

Keith hadn't let him walk to the kitchen. Instead his husband was carrying him in a reverse piggyback kind of deal. Keith had offered him a piggyback, then had gotten himself all worried about putting any pressure on Lance's stomach. Now that he knew it was okayish to be ok with what was happening, he found it incredibly sweet

"You..."

He hadn't been lying when he said he felt he was a constant panic attack. Shiro's scent was wrong, but he needed that physical human contact... his body and his mind weren't talking all that much before Keith came. Maybe because Keith was the calm in the storm that was his life... He was also the one most affected by Lance's pregnancy, being the baby daddy and all...

"Me?"

"Yeah... I just... I'm really grateful to have you as my husband"

"I thought you were scared"

"I am. I'm fucking terrified of what's to come"

"I am too... a lot. I cried all over Shiro earlier. I didn't want to fight with you. But I still can't believe it... We hadn't had the proper kid discussion..."

"Don't you think I know that? I know how painful your past is for you... and I'm scared of what it's going to bring up for you"

"I thought I'd have time you know, being a big brother first"

Quiznak. Right. Krolia was pregnant... The smile on his lips started slipping. Krolia should be enjoying all the attention of her only son, and his help through what was to come. Keith was going to make an absolutely amazing big brother... but he'd only get a few weeks of that before being a father.

"You'll make an awesome big brother"

"We'll make awesome big brothers... you know mum loves you like you're her own"

"She only loves me because I love you"

"Nah. That's a bonus on top. You've really impressed her as you"

"She still scares me. I hope you know that. She's hot as hell and could snap me in half"

"I remember you saying the exact same thing before"

"It's as true now as it was then. She's not an enemy I'd like to ever make"

"Me either, honestly..."

Keith fell into a silence that didn't quite sit right with him

"Keith... are you scared of being a big brother?"

"I..."

"You know, I mean what I said. You're going to be amazing big brother. And amazing dad. You've... been through hell. And you'd do anything you can to protect the happiness of those you care about"

"I don't know how to feel about it... now that it's actually happening... I don't have the experience"

"No. You have no idea. I've never been a big brother either..."

"You're going to be a mum... and you basically took care of all us on the Castle all the time. You're... you're going to have to teach me how to make a happy and warm family like yours"

A happy and warm family he'd started avoiding calling again... Lance couldn't picture calling home any time soon, though mami would probably call to check in on Allura day...

"You're the one who makes it happy and warm. I love you... and I know you want this... but go careful on me? When this all hits you again... and it will... if you want to run... don't hide it from me"

"I'm not going to run"

Keith had grown. In every single way possible, yet Lance knew it was still sinking it... Keith might have felt better for talking to Shiro, but how was he going to react tomorrow? Or the day after? Or the day after that?

"Babe..."

"I'm committed to you. And to them... I didn't... I didn't think... I think I'm attached to them already"

Then it would break Keith's heart if anything happened to them. That was the last thing he wanted

"I'll be careful... I'll try be careful... but babe, if we're going to Daibazaal... you're going to have to move your knives from under your bed... if I get stuck in an attack... and if I hurt you... or if I hurt me... I could... I don't want to, but I could hurt them"

"You're not going to hurt anyone"

"I hurt myself... trying to get my skin off... my face and my legs..."

"What?! Where was Shiro?!"

"Sleeping... I didn't remember until I came out of it... there was blood... I was trying to... to get Klearo off me. I'm asking you to do this for me. Kosmo's good at stopping me..."

It was heavy. It was a heavy thing to drop on his husband. He was practically murdering Keith's happiness with his mental illness

"We can talk about it when we get there. Whatever we need to do, we'll do it together. You're my husband I love you"

"Vomit breath and all?"

"Vomit breath and all..."

Pausing to kiss him before entering the kitchen, they were still kissing as the door opened. Letting out a long "ew", Hunk covered his eyes with a tea towel

"Guys! Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you and all, but this is a kitchen. Please tell me you haven't defiled this sacred space"

Carrying Lance over to the side bench, his husband sat him down, giving him two quick pecks on the lips, before moving to hop up and sit on the bench beside him. Lance's stomach was already starting to roll at the normal kitchen smells. Hunk had been frying something. The stink of the oil was no friend to his pregnant state. Placing his hand on his knee, Keith squeezed it lightly in a gesture of support

"Sorry, Hunk. I missed my husband"

"Only you two would be married by accident... Holy Quiznak! Lance are you alright?!"

Meeting each other's eyes, Lance felt as if his stomach was about two ticks from betraying him. He knew he looked ill... Hunk was a natural born worrier, if he could lie his way through talking to Hunk, Hunk would reassure everyone else

"Stomach bug I picked up from an alien. Everything is still tender, but things will be better"

"Are you sure? I've seen you looking like the living dead before, bro, but this... you look like you should still be in bed. Keith, is he..."

"Lance is alright. Like he said, he picked up a bug or two. He's had a check up, and things are good"

"Did he have that check up on Altea?"

Scrunching his brow, Lance was confused

"How did you know?"

"Ah... Pidge was going to tease you, but there are photos of Shiro carrying you in his arms being circulated by the media. You know, "trouble in paradise". And "what could this mean". I recognised the hospital in the background. If you're sick, you're better off having something light... How about I whip you up some ginger tea?"

Why would anyone care about what he and Shiro were up to on Altea? Or care enough to take photos? And if it was across the galactic press, why hadn't Shiro said anything? Did Curtis know? The last thing he wanted was for stupid rumours to ruin Shiro's happiness.

"Hunk, my man... Thank you. Where's Tobias?"

Or their actual cooks...

"Helping with the bar. Ugh... someone wanted to trade some things..."

The way Hunk shifted his weight concerned him

"Trade what?"

"Lance, are you buying and selling drugs here?!"

Lance felt as if the air had been driven from his lungs. Then realised that it was the awful sensation of not being able to breath because he needed to vomit. Sliding off the bench, he rushed to the sink, heaving up what could only be described as a dollop of watery spitty bile. Heaving again, his mouth was all drooly. Coming up behind him, Keith rubbed his back as Lance hacked and spat. The Cuban was already sick of vomiting. He hated how tense it left his stomach muscles, and that "morning sickness" couldn't keep its shit to only happening in the morning

"We buy and sell everything here. If we're buying them here, then we're taking them out of circulation. We buy weapons and tech too. Babe, you've got nothing left in your stomach. Rinse your mouth out"

Keith knew there was nothing left in his stomach. He knew there was nothing left in his stomach. His stomach wasn't listening though. Reaching up he fumbled the tap on, grateful Keith was there to smoothly cover things

"But they... I thought it'd happen like some kind of shady deal... In a back corner... not in the bar in front of everyone"

Rinsing his mouth half a dozen times, Lance sipped down some water cautiously. The worst part of vomiting was the longer burn and the burning kind of smell that lasted inside of him for vargas

"You've been watching too many movies, Hunk"

"I don't want to be involved with that. I never understood how people could become dependent on something so bad for them"

Standing up, Lance sank back into Keith's touch. It was fine to have a moral code, yet it rubbed him the wrong way that Hunk was acting so naive. When it came to bounty hunting, you did whatever you had to do do to get your bounty. It was literally that simple. Quiznak. If someone came in here trying to sell slaves, he'd buy them... He'd buy them, then arrest the person at the first chance he got

"No one is going to offer you drugs here. And most of the people we serve aren't good people... but without them, things around here would be dangerous. Keith, can you get me out the plain crackers? They should be in the cupboard near the first fridge"

"They're not there. Your cooks have no idea how to organise a kitchen... I think we put them over here"

Walking to the opposite side of the kitchen, Hunk opened one of the upper cupboards. The kitchen was arranged by Lance to be the same as his kitchen at home. Knowing he was upset and uncomfortable, Keith pushed gently on his back, encouraging him to return where they were sitting before. Opening the pack of crackers, Hunk set up a few on a small plate for him. Lance would have rather picked from the pack. He wasn't sure of his strength... which was proven when the plate Hunk gave him nearly fell on the floor. If Keith hadn't acted so quickly to prevent disaster.

Sipping in his tea and slowly working his way through his crackers, Lance nearly fell asleep when Keith started playing with his hair. Using his fingernails to lightly scratch at his scalp, Lance was practically purring as he let Hunk and Keith's conversation slip past him. As long as he was eating and drinking, Hunk wasn't complaining about his health. Maybe he actually was and he was missing it? Yawning, Keith tugged him closer

"Babe? You good?"

"Sleepy"

"I can see that. Wanna skip dinner?"

"Nah... I wanna cuddle... here"

"Your scents evened out, and your colour looks better. How do you feel?"

"Like crackers might be my new best friend"

"Hey! I heard that, man!"

Laughing tiredly, Lance tried to find the energy to joke, but it just wasn't there

"No one could replace my main bro"

"As long as you know that. You guys don't have to wait for dinner. We have about another varga before everything will be ready. Daehra said we're all having dinner in the second entertainment room? I can't believe you guys have a first entertainment room, let alone a second"

"Second room is... an o-o-overflow room..."

Yawning widely, he shook himself in an attempt to wake up

"Its mostly things that were already here... like tables and chairs... First entertainment room is for guests"

"We're not guests?"

"Your family... mmm, if we're having dinner there, we can head in early. There's a sofa in there"

Keith's voice came from directly next to his left ear

"I thought you wanted cuddles?"

"Sofa cuddles sound better..."

"Yes, they do. Mostly because neither of you should be sitting on the kitchen counters. Even if you own this place"

Lance ducked his head while Keith laughed. He was still nervous Hunk was going to bring drugs up again... Plus... dinner was only a varga away. Dinner with everyone...

"I think we've been told, babe. Can you give me directions?"

Lance nodded, whining at the loss of Keith's body heat as his husband climbed down off the kitchen bench. Holding his arms out limply, Keith lifted him into his arms

"I'm going to take him down there to rest before dinner. I'm looking forward to some real food. We've been stuck eating purple goo again"

"That stuff should be banned as a violation of human right. Galra rights. Universal rights. I've got things under control here. Maybe you should have Daehra take a look at Lance before dinner?"

Damn. He thought Hunk would let it go

"Hunk, it was just a bug. I'm not contagious"

"You smell funny and you're throwing up"

His chest tightened at the thought of his scent. He was wearing the suit in the hopes it would diminish his scent...

"He smells fine. Although he does need to brush his teeth"

Saved by Keith again, Lance couldn't win

""He" is right here. And he is feeling better for having kept something down"

"You know babe, we could stop by the medbay and run that IV bag before dinner?"

"No... after dinner is better. You're all worrying too much"

"Shiro literally dropped everything to pick you up. We're allowed to be worried"

Sensing his dropping mood, Keith kissed the top of his head

"I would rather Shiro drop a hundred things and know that Lance was alright. Seeing we're not heading to the med room, take your time. Mr Grumpy here needs his rest"

Why was everyone picking on him? He didn't want to be awake when the cannula went in... No. He wanted to be awake, but closer to sleep so he couldn't crave the feel of the injector needle

"That's rich, coming from you. I bet you can't even find your away around without me"

"I found my way to our room"

"That was a fluke... now let's go... I have a sofa to become friends with. Bye, Hunk! I promise we haven't done many gross things in here"

"Dude! What do you mean "many"?! Are the benches safe? Do I have to clean them again? Why are you doing gross things in here to begin with?"

As Keith walked towards the door while Hunk bombarded them questions, Lance waved over Keith's shoulder. He wasn't trying to pick a fight with Hunk, but it was so quiznakking easy to get him worked up when it came to the sanctity of the kitchen... or any kitchen for that matter.

"There you losers are! You've got time to visit hunk, but no time for me!"

Hushing Pidge, Keith stroked Lance's hair. Despite his insistence that he only wanted cuddles, Lance had drifted off into a doze soon after they'd settled down on the smaller of the two sofas. Bounding over, Pidge stopped as she smacked into the back of the sofa, half falling over and letting out a long "awwww", when she set eyes on Lance, following it by swiftly whispering

"He almost looks innocent like this... I almost don't want to wake him"

"He was woken by a bull trying to ruin my furniture"

Mumbling sleepily, Lance rolled over in his lap and poked his tongue out a Pidge

"What the quiznak is wrong with you?! Shiro said you were ill..."

"Space bug... I hear you planned to tease me for collapsing on Altea"

Shaking her head, Pidge walked around the sofa and threw herself down on the arm

"I was until I saw your face! Seriously, aren't you supposed to be some big bad bounty hunter with his own crew"

"My face! Have you looked in the mirror lately, Pidgeon"

"Oooh sick burn from the sicko"

"Damn right... Mmm..."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lance paled

"Babe?"

"Just feel a bit funny... can you help me up?"

"Funny?"

"Yep... I mean, I'm naturally hilarious... but I don't think my hilarity is what's trying to escape"

Keith groaned at his husband's lameness. He knew Lance was only putting on a show for Pidge, yet he wished Lance would shut up and go back to napping. Tugging Lance up by the armpits, his husband flopped against him with a soft whine

"Babe?"

"It's ok... I think it's just dizziness from lack of sleep... or Pidge's loud voice"

"I'm...! Not that loud"

Starting at an indignant yell, Pidge quickly dropped to a whisper. Lance chuckling softly, cutting in before they started teasing each other again, Keith figured someone had to be the adult between the three of them

"You two are as bad as each other. Pidge, stop picking on the sick person. Lance you know what she's like..."

"Great going Lance, now "dad" here is telling us off. Why'd you have to go get sick right before Allura day?"

"It wasn't like it was planned. You better not have been messing with my outpost"

Now that the spot next to them was only occupied by Lance's socked feet, Pidge slid into the spot and put Lance's feet in her lap

"You know, you really stink right. I was looking forward to hanging out with you, and seeing everything around here"

"I'll have to make it up to you next time. Next time we should go to Erathus. Have you been?"

What was on Erathus that Lance couldn't get here? Or on Daibazaal. Erathus was bad news as far as Keith was concerned. Humming, Pidge flicked Lance's toe, Lance retaliating by trying to stick his toes up her nose. Laughing as she pushed them down, she had the advantage in strength Lance admitting defeat with a small whine that was muffled by Keith's neck

"Only briefly. I didn't think you were too popular there?"

"You know what they say Pidge, if you can't beat them, let them get so well known that you can't lay a hand on them"

"No one likes a bragger"

"Yet... I bet you were eyeing off all our tech"

Huffing, Pidge crossed her arms

"Zak already took the best stuff... it pains me to admit it, but he's smart..."

"Ha! That's because my team is the best. I did hand pick them after all"

"And what does Keith have to say about this?"

"Keith is wisely not getting involved in your sibling squabbling"

"Coward. Lance, what do you see in this guy?"

Letting his hand travel from his stomach up to rest palm down on Keith's chest, Keith was expecting some kind of sappy answer

"He's big and muscled... plus, he's got a big dick"

Pidge squawked, blushing much the way Keith was. Lance had hit his rambling stage

"I did not need to know that!"

"Yeah, babe. Pidge didn't need to know that"

"My brain power has weaned off... plus I feel funny"

"You should let me take you back to our room. I know you want to hang out with everyone, but you can't even keep up with verbally sparring with Pidge"

"Can too keep up... She's got mystical powers of confusion because she's a gremlin"

"Ya know, you're no fun when you're this sick. Why don't you sleep it off and make it up to me at breakfast tomorrow?"

"Help. I'm dying. Pidge is being kind"

"I'm always kind you arsehole"

"Now she's swearing at me! Don't tell Shiro... He still thinks she's sweet and innocent"

"That's because Shiro has good taste. I don't know what he was thinking taking the pair of you in. You're two halves of the same damn idiot, Daehra was right"

"I'm the funny one... Keith's the cute one, aren't you babe?"

"No, you're the cute one"

Pidge rolled her eyes, poking at Lance's ankle

"I see you didn't say he's the intelligent one... Still, I'll take Gremlin over ankle biter"

"If you were an ankle biter, you wouldn't be anywhere near my feet. You both need to stop fussing, I'm fine"

"Babe, you're rambling"

"Fine, I'm sleepy and fine"

"Plus you did say you felt funny"

Keith nodded as Pidge backed him up

"Babe, no one is going to think any less of you for being sick. We've already checked in with Pidge and Hunk, what you wanted to do. Pidge isn't offended any more than usual"

"But I want to have dinner with everyone... and I wanna see your team too... and your recruits"

"Which we can do in the morning"

"Why don't you nap here? If you wake up, you can meet everyone?"

"Don't wanna nap"

Pidge's howl of laughter was drowned out by the arrival of the others. Lance tensing in his arms. His hand coming to cover his mouth while his other hand went to his stomach...

"Lance?!"

"Too many scents... gonna..."

Stumbling half a dozen steps, Pidge screamed as Lance collapsed on the floor seizing. Rushing to Lance's side, he arrived as Shiro rolled Lance onto his side, Keith catching sight of the vomit running from Lance's nose as he faced Shiro's knees. Taking Lance by the jaw, Keith's eyes shot up to meet Shiro's

"He's vomited. We need to get his mouth open"

"You're not supposed to interfere with a seizure!"

It was hard to ignore Pidge screaming at them, as Keith tried to get Lance's mouth partly open without harming him

"What happened?"

"He said he was feeling funny, Pidge and I were trying to get him to go back to bed, but he wanted to see everyone. When... when everyone came in it was too much... I think he threw up as the seizure hit..."

"He'd eaten?"

"Dry crackers and ginger tea in the kitchen when we were with Hunk... it wasn't much, but he kept them down for over a varga"

"That's more than I was able to get him to eat and keep down"

Kneeling down at his side, Pidge was crying

"What's going on? What's wrong with him? Why is no one helping him?!"

"Pidge, stop yelling. He has seizures... It's complicated..."

Getting Lance's mouth open didn't come until his seizure finally started to lessen. Shoving his fingers into Lance's mouth Shiro didn't shy from scooping up the mess Lance kept expelling weakly. Keith rubbing Lance's back as Shiro stroked his cheek with his free hand. Glossy blue eyes blinking up at Shiro, whining weakly as he allowed Shiro to tend to him

"You had a seizure, baby. Only a dobosh or so... Can you follow my words? Just blink... don't force yourself just yet"

Lance barely blinked, but Keith was sure he saw him make the effort

"That's good baby. I'm going to lift you up now, and Shiro going to help get you back to our room. Shiro, have you cleared his airway?"

"Yeh. Lance, you ready buddy?"

Lifting Lance, Keith found everyone staring at him. It hadn't been one of Lance's more severe seizures, but with Lance's pregnancy, every seizure was a heart attack. All Keith wanted was to get back to room and check for bruising or bleeding. The fact he'd had two seizures in the space of a movement wasn't a good sign... and... what if it continued? Lance wouldn't be able to left alone at all... not with the risk... Keith's eyes filled with unshed tears as he buried his face in his husband's hair. He should have pushed harder for Lance to rest. Lance had said he felt funny... probably the sign of a seizure coming on... but he didn't usually feel them... Making his way through their friends and the recruit, Acxa placed her hand on his shoulder

"Is he... will he?"

"He's alright now it's over. I'm sorry, I need to take care of him right now"

"I'll take care of the recruits..."

"Thank you..."

His team was probably going to be hurt that he hadn't told them. But he didn't know the full details of Lance's condition, only that the drugs weren't to blame. Instead, it seemed to him that they'd been what was keeping the seizures at bay all along.

Catching up with them as they walked, Shiro looked wiped out

"I asked Pidge to wait until the tomorrow morning before starting with the questions. Keith, seizures..."

"Seizures while pregnant isn't a good thing. I know... there was a split tick between the sofa and reaching him that my heart stopped..."

"I think while we're on Altea, you should see if you can get him in to the hospital"

"I was... I wanted him to rest. I should have pushed harder..."

"Keith... don't..."

Softly whispering his name, Lance reached up blindly for his face

"Don't... wanted to see everyone..."

"But..."

"Please don't..."

Before he could protest again, Shiro firmly reassured him

"See. It wasn't your fault he had a seizure. Is there anything I can do?"

"We need to stop by the med room. I want to run an IV line to get his fluids up. He was looking so much better for having eaten something"

"I can get the saline bag..."

"And herbs... I... Daehra has a herbal supplement, like a vitamin pill but better"

"I heard folate is important during a pregnancy... for foetal development"

"I doubt he has any of whatever that is in his system... How much did you get him eating?"

"Some soft foods, but to be honest, they said that rest was more important than food. But with his morning sickness... I don't know what to do"

"You did a good job with him"

"Did I? I feel completely over my head..."

"You kept him going..."

"He wouldn't open up to me like he did with you"

"He's a shit like that... but he said he felt like he was in a constant panic attack. There's... something in my scent that he finds soothing. Like he can anchor himself with it... Though he's probably going to be in a rotten mood tomorrow morning. He hated sympathy and now everyone saw him having a fit. I don't think he's ready to tell everyone"

Shiro sighed, closing his eyes as he did. Keith could hear him mentally counting to 10 before opening them

"Alright. I'll help you cover for now. Lance shouldn't have to talk until he's really ready too. Not that anyone is going to judge him. I can say it was a side effect of the medication they gave him for his... what are you going with?"

"Stomach bug picked up from an alien"

Shiro raised an eyebrow

"His stomach bugs... then. If you say I told you, then you're covered as to why you're not so shocked"

For a tick Keith thought they might actually get away with it, before he deflated with a groan

"That won't work. Daehra knows Lance won't take anything and... I freaked out on Acxa earlier... I think I mentioned his seizures... Quiznak..."

"We can worry about a cover story after we get him cleaned up and settled"

"You need a shower too..."

Shiro looked down at his pants and hands

"Yeah... I guess I do..."

"And you're braver for sticking your human fingers in his mouth"

"I wasn't thinking straight. My heart's still racing from seeing him fall. If I wasn't already grey..."

"I know how you feel. I found a few around my temples... they all came from him"

"Him... isn't asleep..."

Lance's eyes were closed, and his lack of response had led Keith to believe he'd passed out with his hand on Keith's hair

"Of course you're not, Lance. Just resting your eyes?"

"Mhmm... Shiro gets it..."

"That makes one of us"

Snickering at Shiro, Lance dropped his hand to his lap

"I'm sorry... wanted to see everyone"

"It's alright, babe. We can see everyone in the morning. Sleep for me a little longer"

"Wasn't sleeping... but ok"

Quiznak. His husband was so fucking precious.

Conquering showering with an almost unconscious Lance back when Lance was withdrawing, Shiro went about organising towels and their bed for them when they got out. Swapping when both he and Lance were done, Keith was definitely ready for sleep by the time they were both dried and dressed. Getting Lance out of his suit had been a struggle, yet his instincts wouldn't allow Shiro to help, still shaken from Lance's fall and the risk to the twins. The half-Galra's heart was still racing, even after triple checking Lance wasn't bleeding and bruised. Settling them both in bed, the first IV bag was hooked to the lamp because it was the only place he could get it to stay still. Coming out their bathroom, Shiro cast them a soft look

"Is he out?"

"Not quite. Thanks for your help"

Shiro had found Daehra's herbs for them. Thankfully she labelled her medical supplies in English or they would have spent all night figuring things out. Injecting the vitamin mix first, Lance hadn't liked it all, until Keith did some creative truthing about accidentally prickling him while trying to get the IV set up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shiro went to reach for Lance before pausing

"I'll find another room to crash in tonight"

Letting out a "nnngh" sound, Keith had to push space between his chest and Lance's mouth to make out this husband was trying to tell them "no"

"I think he wants you to stay"

"I don't want to be in the way"

Keith stifled down a snort

"Shiro, you've literally basically been his rock. He isn't one to ask anyone to stay, let alone sleep in the same room or bed as him. He really has to trust you to do that these days"

"He has you"

"And right now he's disorientated and out for the night. He wants you stay. Besides, this isn't the first time we've shared a bed"

Shiro didn't seem convinced. Keith was feeling jealous of this new found best friends with Shiro thing, but had no energy to care

"I don't..."

"Shiro. I don't have the energy for this. We've all had a scare tonight. Just sleep here where you'll be able to act if anything happens"

"Fine..."

"Good"

Careful not to disturb Lance, Shiro threw his towel over towards the washing basket in the corner before joining them under the blankets. Laying facing them, his brother's expression was still filled with love for the pair of them

"I never got to congratulate you both properly tonight"

"I got him to agree to come stay on Daibazaal. We were going to discuss it with the others at dinner"

The small moment between the three of them was interrupted by a knock on the door. Shiro climbing back out the bed to answer, revealing an anxious Hunk standing there

"Is Lance, alright!? I brought you some dinner, but if I'm in the way..."

Turning back, Shiro was leaning the decision to him

"It's alright, you can come in"

Calling softly from the bed, Keith found Lance was trying to keep his eyes open. Bopping him on the tip of the nose with his finger, his husband gifted him a dopey smile. Armed with a tray of food, tea and what seemed to be a couple of water pouches, Hunk wasn't alone as Daehra slipped in behind him...

"What's going?! How is Lance?"

Thanks to his anxieties, Lance might have trouble feeling loved by others, but both their friends were practically radiating love and concern. Clearing his throat, Shiro took it upon himself

"He had a seizure, most likely brought on from his weakened state after picking up that stomach bug"

"Is that all? You said he was alright when we were in the kitchen and next thing I know Pidge is balling her eyes out because Lance has collapsed and she didn't know what to do"

As far as Keith knew, Lance and Pidge's relationship was still strained. Hunk looked as if he wanted to burst into tears himself

"She said Lance vomited?"

"He threw up just as the seizure hit. I hope you don't mind Daehra, we borrowed a couple of IV bags and some herbs"

"I don't mind. But I don't like not knowing what is going on with my patient"

Placing the tray of food down just below Keith's feet, Hunk worried his hands

"Will he be ok? I made some vegetable soup... and put some crackers there..."

"He'll be fine Hunk. He's simply weak right now. He was so excited about dinner with everyone he refused to slow down"

"That sounds like him... uh... um... you'll let me know if I can help, won't you?"

"Right now, the best thing you can do is not worry. He's probably going to be embarrassed tomorrow, but he's down for the night now"

"Oh. Ok. I'll just go then... Lance, I hope you feel better soon, buddy"

When Hunk's caring aura left the room with him, Daehra crossed her arms. Keith knew the expression she wore too well

"What is going on with him?!"

"Dae..."

"First he's exhausted, then he's shutting us out... I don't know what I've done wrong, but..."

"Whoa. Dae. You haven't done anything wrong. He was sick... he still is sick. He thought it might be related to coming off his meds so had a scan on Altea. While he was there, there was a miscommunication that I was going to be there. He described it as feeling like being in a panic attack since he got home again. I've also invited him to live on Daibazaal for the next phoeb. We both know he won't stop working, so if he's not here to work... well..."

Daehra frowned, but accepted what he said

"He's an idiot. I wish he'd talk to me about all of this. I could have conducted the scan"

"From what Shiro said, he was supposed to meet with Coran over Allura day. You're all coming to the festival, aren't you?"

"Yes. Though I dread to think of what I'm going to come home to... and a phoeb without Lance around, all our regular customers are going to be upset"

"Admit it, you and Lucteal will miss him the most. Daibazaal is only a wormhole away"

"Do not tempt me. Fine. I'm trusting you to make sure he rests, and in future I hope you'll trust me enough to help you so you don't have to steal my herbs without telling me"

Keith felt a prang of guilt. Daehra and Lucteal had been watching over Lance for so long now

"I'm sorry Dae. I do trust you with him... I just... I can't let you in right now. You know those instincts Lance I share..."

"Keith, I can feel you. You barely wanted to accept Hunk in here. I want to know the tick something happens, if it happens. And I really with you'd talk to him about going onto medication for his seizures"

Being pregnant, Lance might be more open to it... then again, medication could affect the twins

"At least think about it. And don't go hiding things again"

"Yes, Daehra. Thank you..."

Sighing heavily, Daehra moved to leave the room. Shiro staring at the door long after she'd gone

"Shiro? You ok?"

"Does she know how scary she is?"

Keith snorted

"Yeah. She does. That's the problem with trying to hide things from an empath"

Shaking his head, his brother retrieved the tray of food off the bed

"I feel bad for Hunk, but I'm not hungry at all"

Keith shook his in agreement

"I'm not hungry either. Why don't you leave it in the bathroom? Maybe we can get Lance to eat when he wakes up again?"

"Yeah. Are you sure you still want me to stay?"

"Lance wants you here. And as annoying as you are... I'm grateful to have you here. I know we need to have a talk, but thank you Shiro"

"We need to have more than a talk..."

When Shiro finally rejoined them in bed, Lance proved he was a stubborn shit by taking Shiro's hand and placing it on his hip with a very sleepy, and very slurred "good night" to both of them. Kissing Lance's hair, Keith curled around his husband as much as he could, while Shiro waited until Lance was snoring to take his hand off his hip. If he hadn't felt like the whole day had taken a decaphoeb to get through, Keith might have made a joke over Curtis being jealous, yet at the same time, he knew he wouldn't because he knew how much Shiro must be missing his boyfriend. Curtis had the patience of a saint to put up with their antics, and he owed the man big for this.

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wallsinner · 7 years ago

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Title: Snow Pairing: Reiner Braunt x Female Reader Warnings: None Summary: You'd always loved it, right from when you were a child and it never felt quite like the holiday season was here without it. Right now the idea of going out with your boyfriend and your friends and having a snowball fight, or building a snow man or hell, even making some snow angels (whatever, snow brought out the inner child in you) sounded so appealing. But as soon as you let those thoughts take over your mind, you felt the burn in your lungs, the tickle in your throat and you're overwhelmed by the chesty, barking cough that you've been suffering with from the past few days. Notes: Old, Unbeta’d.

You looked out of your bedroom window, a small smile playing on your lips as you saw the thick blanket of white outside. Apparently, why you'd been asleep it'd snowed and it had been clearly been rather heavy. The street looked amazing, white covered everything – the rooftops on the rest of the houses in your road looked beautiful, the ground was so covered that you couldn't even see the dull grey concrete you knew lay underneath it, all glistening white. The only thing that slightly marred the picturesque view were the actual roads – salt and cars had turned that particular section of white into a grey, sludgy mess, but you could overlook that because the adorable sight of the children of your neighbour two doors down running around outside and laughing among themselves made up for it.

Normally you'd be pretty damn excited right about now, because while you were a big fan of the winter season in general, snow happened to be your absolute favourite part of it. You'd always loved it, right from when you were a child and it never felt quite like the holiday season was here without it. Right now the idea of going out with your boyfriend and your friends and having a snowball fight, or building a snow man or hell, even making some snow angels (whatever, snow brought out the inner child in you) sounded so appealing. But as soon as you let those thoughts take over your mind, you felt the burn in your lungs, the tickle in your throat and you're overwhelmed by the chesty, barking cough that you've been suffering with from the past few days.

You groan and leave the window behind to flop back down into your bed and pull the covers up over yourself in an attempt to warm up a bit. You were really hoping that when you woke up this morning, you'd be feeling better. Apparently that was too much to ask for. Another coughing fit over takes you and you reach into the box on your bedside for a tissue to wipe your running eyes with, feeling utterly miserable.

Well maybe you'd get lucky and the snow would last as white and not sludge for more than a couple of days this year, because it doesn't seem like you're going to be feeling any better anytime soon.

“You're awake then. Still sick, huh?” You look up to see your boyfriend Reiner in the doorway to your bedroom, you shake your head sadly and he shoots you a sympathetic look. “Did you take your pills? Do you want something to eat.”

You sigh and sit up again, reaching for the medication on the bedside table and let two of the pills drop down into your hand, swallowing them with the last little remaining water in the glass he'd brought upstairs to you last night. “I took the pills, but I'm not hungry.” Honestly, all you want to do now is bury yourself back under the covers and let sleep overtake you again, the more you rest the quicker this will go away.

Of course Reiner narrows his eyes at you. “You have to eat, you're not going to start feeling better if you keep skipping meals.”

“I'll eat later, I promise, I just want to get some more sleep,” you whine back at him, hoping that he's not going to miraculously appear with toast or soup as soon as you lie back down. “Just not right now.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” you nod.

“Is there anything you do want?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Before you go can you, you know, draw the curtains for me?”

Reiner crosses the room and pause to look out the window for a second, before he tugs the curtains closed. “Anything else?”

You shake your head and whine pathetically. “Just gonna try and sleep some more.” You yawn, as if to emphasis your point and he crosses over to the side of your bed, to tug up the blankets tighter around you and press a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay,” he tells you. “Try and get some rest, but call me if you want anything, okay?”

You nod. “Of course, Mom.” You tease lightly.

He grins back at you. “Feel better soon, I'll come check on you later.” He glances in the direction of the drawn curtains quickly, before he looks back at you and blows a kiss, shutting the door behind him.

Another coughing fit overtakes you and you sigh, trying to reposition yourself against the pillows to get more comfortable, when it's as good as it's going to get, you close your eyes willing sleep to take you.

You're just drifting back off when Reiner's voice from downstairs makes you start. “Hey,” he calls. “Are you going to be okay if I run out for a couple of minutes.”

“Yeah,” you shout back at him, as loud as you can with your voice so hoarse and of course, as soon as you hear the front door slam another coughing fit overtakes you.

Great.

---*

You open your eyes and yawn groggily, you managed to drift back off to sleep and and judging from the clock you got quite a lot of it, it's late afternoon now, so that'd put you at about six hours. You've wasted most of the day, but to be honest you don't really care because obviously if you're sleeping that much then your body needs it to rest. Plus, that was a six hour long break from coughing your guts up.

You need to pee though, really badly. You push the covers off of you and slide out of bed, cursing twice, once when you accidentally smack your leg on the corner of your bedside table and again when you realize just how god-damn cold it is.

You manage to get to the bathroom and deal with everything, but apparently your stumbling around has alerted Reiner to the fact that you're awake now, because when you dry your hands and open the door, he's stood on the other side of it waiting for you.

“You're awake.” You nod. “How're you feeling?”

“Well, I haven't started cou--” and as soon as you start to say you haven't, your body obviously decides to play a trick on you and you're overcome with a coughing fit. “Spoke too soon, I guess.” You say, rubbing your eyes, once it's calmed down.

Reiner reaches over to rub your back. “Are you gonna go back to bed, or do you feel like coming downstairs for a while and eating now?”

Before you even get the chance to answer his question, your body decides to act on it's own accord again and your stomach lets out a loud rumble. Damn, you are not having the best control today.

Reiner smirks though. “I'll take that as a yes,” he replies before disappearing behind you into the bedroom. When he comes out, he's clutching the blanket that is normally draped over the bottom of your bed and drapes it over your shoulders, stepping out in front of you to help you down the stairs. When you reach the bottom he speaks. “Come into the living room, you can eat in there, it'll be more comfortable than sitting in the dining room.” And he pushes the door open.

And what... the... hell?

Your living room carpet is covered in a thick, blanket of white. It looks just like snow, but when you press the big toe of your bare foot against it, though it's a little cold it doesn't have the same texture as actual snow. You're confused, it's lovely because it looks just like the real thing but what's it doing in your living room. You look over to your boyfriend, for an explanation.

His face is split into a wide grin. “What? I know how much you love the snow and I thought because you couldn't go to the snow, it could come to you. It's not real, it's fake, Bertholdt came over and helped me do it.”

Well, you'd kind of gathered that it wasn't real.

“Don't worry,” he speaks again and then it's as if he's reading your mind. “It's easy to clean up, I checked, you just gotta vacuum it up so just enjoy your snow.”

“You're insane.” You tell him, but you can't help the smile on your face. “But you kinda made my day.”

“Only kind of?”

You laugh, then cough. “Okay definitely. Thank you. I love you.”

“Hey, you're welcome and I love you too. And to prove it, I'll make you something to eat. What do you want?”

“I can do it.” He's already done so much for you.

He shakes his head. “Soup okay? And toast?”

“Hmmm, maybe a grilled cheese instead of toast?” Your stomach rumbles again at the thought.

He grins. “You got it. Anything else.”

“I guess...” you smile back at him. “I could maybe stomach drinking a hot chocolate, because it snowed and all...”

“You must be getting better, your appetite is coming back.” He kisses your forehead again, then nods at the couch. “Sit, enjoy your snow, it'll be done before you know it.”

You shuffle yourself over to the couch, sitting down and wrapping the blanket around yourself before reaching for the TV remote. You look down at the ground, trailing your feet through the snow as you think about that man of yours, he's ridiculous but you do love him so.

Though, you kind of hope that you won't feel 100% better tomorrow morning at least... because as wonderful as this is, there is no way you're going to be left to cleaning it up.

#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner #mywriting #modern!au

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lubdubsworld · 7 years ago

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Give me some sugar ( daddy)

Warnings ; Adult Content.

Jimin xOC / 19+

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2/ Chapter 3

“Do you want to call your mother? Let her know you won’t be coming home tonight?” Jimin said casually, after he had paid and we left the restaurant. I was still shaking a little bit, aftershocks from having done something downright illegal in a public place. what had i been thinking??

“I...uh.. I can text my sister.” i said weakly, feeling intensely aware of the fact that I had no underwear on. The dress was so incredibly short that i couldn’t even pick up my purse if i were to drop it, without accidentally flashing someone.

“That’s nice. you should do it. I have a nice collection of books that i think you may enjoy. “ He smiled and wrapped one hand around me, fingers splayed on my hips. “ We can get something else to eat, if you’re still hungry. These fine dining places always serve bite sized servings. Wouldn’t satisfy a baby bird, let alone a guy like me...” He laughed.

i stared at his trim waist and muscular legs , emphasized by his for fitting jacket. He looked like he didn’t have a single ounce of fat on him. .

“you don’t look like you have a large appetite.” i said with a little smile and he gave me a lopsided smile.

“ Maybe not with food...but... when it comes to certain things, ... I can be pretty darn insatiable.” He whispered, eyes dropping down to my lips and i looked away quickly, sparks running up and down my spine.

The elevator dinged, saving me from making a fool of myself.

It wasn’t empty, but Jimin led to the back, till i was pressed against the mirrored surface and then as though the universe had heard about my worst fear , i dropped my purse. i stared at it in mild disbelief and jimin stepped closer, whispering a soft, “ it’s okay, i got it.”

I watched him as he bent down to pick it, grabbing the purse with one hand while the other lightly graspedmy ankle, giving a gentle squeeze before fingers trailed up my leg, past my knee and up into my skirt.

“Don’t make any noise, okay?” he breathed against my ears, fingers slipping between my legs, tracing circles on the soft skin on the inside of my thighs. but the touch was so soft , and it sent such sharp jolts of sensation across my body that i couldn’t swallow the whimper that bubbled up.

“Jimin.. i ... wait...I’m not...” I gasped out on a choke and one of the guys up front turned around curiously. jimin pulled his hands away like nothing happened and gave me a wide eyed, worried look.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” He said concernedly, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over my shoulder. i almost fell for it myself, until he looked back up at the man and gave him a reassuring smile.

The man turned back around.

“We really need to work on your self-control.” Jimin said thoughtfully, fingers curling around my wrist in a way that made me stare at my toes in shame. i felt like I’d failed at something which was ridiculous.

When we reached the door to the apartment, he let me in first before steeping in behind me and locking the door.

“Wine? Tea? Ramyun? what would you like? I can whip up some eggs or pasta too...”

i squirmed a little.

“Can i uh...change out of my clothes?” i said , embarrassed and skin prickling.

Jimin gave me an amused smile.

“You don’t like this gown?” He said teasingly and i panicked a little.

“No...i mean...it’s really nice. Fancy.” i laughed, a little. “ But uh... I’d feel better if I wore my own clothes.”

The smile vanished from his face rather abruptly.

“This gown is yours. i bought it for you.” He said softly.

I felt like i’d stepped into quagmire.

“I know. i mean...yes.. it’s just... I’m not used to wearing... expensive gowns.” i said nervously and his gaze softened considerably.

“ahh... i see. Well, alright. I just don’t want you to feel like you don’t deserve the things i give you, or that i’m buying them for you out of obligation or that you owe me something for them. I like seeing you in pretty clothes. you’re doing me a favor actually, by wearing them....”

I ducked my head, abashed. what could i possibly say to that?

“You can shower ... Wear one of my shirts from the closet. Come here... i’ll get you one...” He moved to the bedroom and i followed him.

He pulled out a nice oversized blue t shirt and smiled.

“You don’t have to wear anything underneath. i don’t mind. “ He winked and I bit my lips.

“okay.” I said softly, recognizing the subtle request in his words. His eyes went warm and he held his hands out.

“Can I get a hug? You smell delicious.”

I laughed a little and moved into his arms, my legs nearly giving out when I touched the soft fabric of his shirt, the subtle smell of cologne and male skin setting my body on fire. I trembled a little as he ran his hand up and down my back, soft but firm.

“You’re honestly the most perfect thing I've ever seen... I hope we can be friends for a long time.” He whispered. I shut my eyes as he pressed soft lips to the top of my forehead.

My heart lurched traitorously and I felt a little bit of disquiet. This isn’t real, i reminded myself miserably. He’s playing a role and he expects you to too. Don’t ruin it for everyone by catching feelings like a great big loser.....

I smiled when he pulled away. And then I slowly tiptoed to press my lips to his. He hummed and kissed me a little deeper, but not enough to change the air. He pulled back and pressed his palms to my face , thumb brushing back and forth on my lips.

“I like this...I like that you know exactly what i want from you... without me having to spell it out to you. it’s like you were born for this...” He brushed the hair off my face. “ My perfect baby girl.”

I nodded.

“You’re a nice person.” I whispered. That was the extent to which my bravery went. i quickly quashed other phrases that begged to be said. Phrases that would probably give away how badly he affected me.

He smiled, bright and wide.

“You’re very sweet. Y/N. Now go, shower. i’ll make you something to eat and then we can check out those books I told you about...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So... you’ve been coming to college in a Bentley. Care to explain?” Seulgi narrowed her eyes at me , as she cornered me near the cafeteria, later that week. i hastily shoved my phone into my bag, mind still hung up on the text i’d just received from jimin. He wanted me to meet the rest of BTS this weekend.

“Oh..uh.. yeah. About that. i’m baby-sitting for this couple in Hongdae. They work nights so i crash at their apartment and their chauffeur drives me to college everyday.” i lied brightly and Seulgi frowned.

“That sounds awfully sketchy. Are you sure they aren’t like secret kidnappers or something? I don’t want to be there if you get your trafficked across asia or something.”

I laughed, a little too high and squeaky and Seulgi frowned deeper.

“What’s so funny?” She demanded and I hated myself.

“Nothing. I just... is there something you wanted?” I asked brightly.

Seoulgi hesitated before brushing her hair off her face.

“Yes. I’m trying to meet up with Jimin again and my sources tell me that he’s going to be at a Ballet School today afternoon. i need an excuse to be there and i remembered your sister does ballet. I’m gonna have to borrow her...”

I stared at her in disbelief mildly horrified that she seemed to be stalking Park Jimin. And maybe just a little bit annoyed.

“You can’t just borrow my sister..” i rolled my eyes. “ she’s in school.”

“i’ll buy her some ballet shoes. the kind she’s been bugging you about.” Seulgi offered sweetly and I grimaced.

“You need to stop thinking that you can bribe me into doing anything...”

“Why ? You’re honestly perfect sugar baby material...” She laughed.

I tripped over air, nearly face-planting on the steel locker in front of me.

“Wh-Why? Why would you say that?” i squeaked.

Seulgi shrugged.

“I don’t know... you’re tiny and pretty and you go around wide-eyed with wobbly lips. I always think you look like you’re drowning and it’s ... tempting, to throw you a bone, keep you afloat....you know...like carrying a doused puppy out of the rain...” She grinned and ruffled my hair.

In other words, i looked pathetic.

Sighing, i shook my hair out, not entirely sure if i had a good argument for that sentiment. part of me knew that Jimin thought i was rather pitiful. it was probably a major reason why he felt bad enough to pay me just to hang out with him.

“Well, my sister is nothing like me.” i said proudly. “ she’s not going to agree to be your prop, just because you want to get close to some guy...”

Seulgi glared at me.

“it’s not some guy... it’s park jimin.... God , do you even know how amazing he is.”

Yes. but i wish i didn’t.

“I don’t know what i can do for you. My sister leaves school for lunch at around twelve forty five. Go bug her if you want.” i said firmly and Seulgi grinned.

“okay, then...I’ll fill you in on all the details, once I get into his pants.” she winked.

i smiled weakly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twenty minutes later, i was huddled into a stall in one of the unusued bathrooms in the fifth floor, pressing the phone to my ear as i struggled to hear him through the ruckus in the background of whatever CF he was filming.

“I said... i’m heading to one of the ballet schools today... for your sister. I spoke to her already and i’ll be picking her up from her school in ten minutes. Do you want to tag along?” He asked.

I remembered Seulgi’s promise to be there and swallowed.

“uh..no. Not really. i’m caught up with some stuff actually.” i said softly.

He was quiet for a second.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. Yeah... I.. Everything’s good.”

“okay. Then I’kll pick you up after school? there’s a nice sushi place in itaewon that i’ve been meaning to try.”

“oh, sure. I’ll be ready.”

“okay.. it’s a semi formal place. You can wear anything you like. maybe a little red something if you can find it. or...anything really.” He laughed.

I smiled a little.

“okay Jimin.” i said softly and his breath hitched.

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.” He whispered, voice dropping a bit and I clutched the phone tighter.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.... kept thinking about you in my t shirt last night. Without any underwear on. i can’t believe i didn’t touch you last night.” He groaned.

I felt heat flood my face, thighs squeezing together as i bit my lips.

“Why.. why didn’t you?” i said softly.

“Seemed too soon and you looked so pretty, just sitting there, curled on my couch with your nose busried in that book. You looked...pure... Didn’t wanna taint you by....”

“Taint me by....”

“By making you ride my thighs till you cum...” He said steadily.

I felt myself quiver, eyes squeezed shut as one hand shot out to grip the wall.

“oh, God...”

“Where are you?” He whispered.

“Uh... in the bathroom..”

“Not that it matters but... is anyone else around?”

“No.” i shook my head quickly, reaching out to bolt the stall just to be safe.

“okay... what are you wearing today?”

i glanced down at myself.

“I’m... a grey blouse. it’s silk. And a black skirt.” I gripped the pleats.

“Hmm... And underneath?”

I bit my lips for a second.

“i don’t.. Oh, god... i don’t remember ..I..”

He laughed fondly.

“Cute. Just lift your skirt and take a peek, baby.”

I shut my eyes momentarily embarassed but did what he said.

“A...Pink panties. “

“That’s adorable. Send me a pic.” He said playfully and i froze.

“What?”

“A photo. Of your pretty pink panties. I wanna see.” He said firmly, sounding surprised. “ What you don’t wanna let me see ?”

I shook my head hastily, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t actually see me.

“No. i .. i mean.. Okay. Just a second. “

I turned on the camera , feeling awkward and un-coordinated as i held it up over my lap before cautiously lifting the skirt oout of the way. I went red, staring at the explicit pic but clicked and sent it quickly before my natural coyness could get in the way.

“Fuck baby. “ He growled through the phone and I felt my thighs clench in response. “ you look so pretty. Your pretty little thighs... i which i could fuck them right now.”

I whimpered.

“Hmm.. would you like that? Like it if I got you nice and wet down there and put my cock between them, fuck you nice and slow and make you cry...” He whispered softly.

“I... Jimin...I’m..”

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I’m so...”

“So what?”

“Please...”

“use your words baby... Come on... What do you want?”

“Can i ...Can i touch ...”

“Touch what? Me? but i’m not there...”

“No.. I.. me. I want to touch me. Myself.”

“you want to touch yourself? That’s naughty baby girl. Only naughty girls touch themselves... Are you naughty?” He all but cooed.

I bit my lips, feeling the first wave of wetness seep through my underwear, my insides burning and my entire body throbbing.

“I’m not... I’m not...”

“but you want to touch yourself. I don’t know baby... If i let you touch yourself... Will you tell me how good it makes you feel?” He whispered.

“okay... Okay.. i will just please...”

“Lean back and spread your legs.”

I obeyed quickly, panting a little as i gripped the phone harder.

“Good girl... now, use your fore finger and middle finger.... run it up and down your pussy though your panties...”

I swallowed, reaching down and pressing my fingers between my legs, whimpering at the pressure and overwhelming pleasure..

“How does that feel...?”

“good.. so good.. jimin...”

“Are you wet? Wet enough to soak your pretty panties?”

“Yes,... I.. yes.”

“Beautiful... wish i could taste you... Push those panties aside and slip your finger in. just one....”

i leaned forward a bit, raising my hips to do as he said.

“Fells good...”

“Yes... yes but...”

“but...”

“S’not enough...” I whimpered.

“Not enough for my slutty little baby, is that right? you need something nice and hard inside don’t you? Poor baby... “ He whispered .

“Jimin... Can i please...Another?”

“I don’t think so... Ride that finger and make yourself cum and don’t even think about touching your clit. You’re my pretty little baby and you should be able to cum with just a finger in your pussy.”

“Jimin...”

“you heard me... “

I sobbed out, trying to swerve my hips and trying to get the right angle, so my finger could press up against my g spot but it was impossible with just one and the pleasure stayed constant but refused to escalate.

“I.. I can’t... Jimin.. I’m sorry... i can’t please...”

“You’re getting late for class.... come on... hurry up...”

“No... i’m sorry...please.”

he sighed deeply.

“fine pull your finger out.”

I pulled my hand away, shaking.

“Fix your clothes.”

i froze, body throbbing.

“Wh-What?”

“you have a class in ten minutes. i won’t have you missing out on your lecture just because you;’re too slutty to get off on one finger.”

“jimin .. I...”

“Fix your clothes , wash your face and go attend your lecture. Tonight i’ll teach you how to cum with one finger, okay?”

I felt my entire body thrum in disbelief.

“Jimin...”

“don’t forget our dinner date. I’m going to go get your sister now. have a nice day sweetheart... I’ll see you later alright?” Jimin said brightly.

He hung up after wards and I fell forward, head knocking against the wooden door.

i was going to die.

#jimin smut #bts smut #park jimin #jimin angst #sugar daddy au

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jamesginortonblog · 7 years ago

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The moment James Norton decided he might actually want to be an actor was during his appearance as Gwen Stefani in the school miming competition, when he was 11.

Most people chose songs by a boyband, or Coolio, but Norton picked Stefani, because he loved No Doubt. It was a boys’ school and the female costume department wasn’t very well-equipped – one pencil skirt and a blonde wig between them, whether you were Cleopatra or Courtney Love – so everyone assuming a female role looked rather similar, with very badly applied lipstick. ‘Really young weird drag queens is what we looked like,’ remembers Norton.

A video exists of this debut. ‘And in the first verse I was clearly terrified. But then I remember feeling the audience and being fuelled by them.’ By the second verse he starts to strut, out of nowhere, and the connection was made. ‘F— yeah!’ thought Norton. ‘This is it!’

Here we are 20 years later and Norton is having the time of his life. In what has become a varied career curriculum – a pop star (Gwen Stefani), a padre (Sidney Chambers in Grantchester), a prince (Andrei in War & Peace) and a psychopath (Tommy Lee Royce in Happy Valley), not to mention his theatre roles – Norton has managed to escape the sort of typecasting that could have defined him.

He is a good-looking, fairly posh, highly accomplished and intelligent actor, who in a short time has become very famous indeed.

When we meet he is rehearsing a role in Belleville (which has now just opened) at the Donmar Warehouse in London, and his reputation is set to soar with his new television role – as a young hedge-fund manager in McMafia, the BBC’s eight-part exploration of financial corruption and global organised crime.

Inspired by Misha Glenny’s book of the same name, the series was written by Hossein Amini (who wrote the 2011 film Drive) and James Watkins, who also directed it.

It was shot over eight months in London, Croatia, Moscow and Tel Aviv, with an international cast, including David Strathairn and Faye Marsay. Norton plays Alex Godman, the son of Russian exiles with mafia connections, who has been working to distance himself from his family’s reputation.

Glenny’s book is a masterful piece of investigative journalism and has quite a reputation with both law enforcers and gangsters.

‘Actors can be brilliant at what they do but they don’t necessarily engage in the issues or environment beyond their role,’ says Glenny, who acted as an adviser on the series. ‘James gets the character, and the environment and the issues. He has an extraordinary ability, which enables him to make this very subtle 180-degree turn over the eight episodes.’

It’s a Michael Corleone type role. When Norton was cast, the director told him that what they were hoping for in Alex Godman was part Sidney, part Tommy – somewhere between the vicar and the psychopath. Norton believes McMafia has a valid, topical message, what with the Paradise Papers and the climate of tax evasion, Russian interference and widespread corruption.

‘There’s such an appetite for it now; everyone wants to see what state-level corruption looks like. It’s a catalyst for a conversation, and hopefully we can use it to mobilise something – because of the way that financial institutions are structured, it’s impossible to police that grey area where legality ends and criminality begins.’

If I ever turned up in a convertible my family would just laugh We meet for breakfast in the Covent Garden Hotel on a cold November morning, before Norton’s rehearsal at the Donmar.

He is chatty and engaging and it is not long before we get on to the subject of his 92-year-old Great Aunt Grania (most interviews with Norton mention James Bond and his Great Aunt Grania), known for her confidence-boosting prowess. He tells me about the time when she looked at him quizzically over dinner and said, ‘I can’t understand why you look so good on the screen James, when you look so bland in real life.’

I don’t like to contradict a 92-year-old, but I beg to differ with Great Aunt Grania. Norton is much better looking in real life than on television. His face is full of light; so is his voice – and he laughs a lot and is ready to be amused at all times. He seems curious, well balanced and up for anything. I imagine he comes from a very happy family. ‘I do,’ he says. They are, he says, his great leveller.

‘And you do need that constant reminder of who you were before the madness started. I am lucky to have such a normal, grounded family who are really supportive. They enjoy it all through me and I enjoy their enjoyment of it, but they’re never going to be seduced by it. Which means that hopefully I won’t get seduced by it either. If I ever turned up in a convertible my family would just laugh. The person I was at 25 is exactly the same person I am at 32.’

Norton was born in London but grew up in Malton, North Yorkshire. Both his parents worked full-time – unusual, he says, at that time for where they lived.

His father was a university lecturer and his mother started off as a nurse. ‘She didn’t come on holiday with us for several years because she was doing a PhD in her spare time. She’s a strong woman and an amazing example to us.’ His younger sister is a doctor.

Norton went to the local primary school and had a thick Yorkshire accent (not dissimilar to that of Tommy Lee Royce) then went to the public school Ampleforth College.

‘I didn’t love school. They were not the happiest five years of my life. I didn’t fit in. I hit puberty quite late, which made quite a big difference. I loved theatre and music, which wasn’t as cool as liking rugby and smoking. Also I really enjoyed the academic side and worked really hard; school set me up in a way because I wasn’t popular so had more time to work.’

He doesn’t come from a religious family, but Ampleforth was a strong Catholic school. ‘It was extraordinary. It’s stunning, set in this big valley which was often bathed in morning mist. And you have prayers three times a day, so it was really quite a magical, mystical place.’

Because he was unhappy at school – he was bullied a bit, but not badly – Norton made friends with the chaplain, Father Peter, who became a sort of therapist. A relationship with faith developed ‘but it was more of a fascination and a comfort than a belief’.

After school, ‘I sort of let rip. I went off on an eight-month wander around South Asia on my own and I went a bit crazy. I finally felt comfortable in my own skin – there’s so much contention in that small, pressure-cooker environment of school so when I found people I loved and who loved me it was an amazing relief.’

He spent three months teaching in Nepal then went to India (with a tiny battered little Nokia - no smartphones back then) and had a wild, eye-opening time.

The theatricality of faith in Nepal really appealed to him. ‘Every day seems to be some sort of religious festival; it’s so imbued in their culture and their daily lives.’

When he went to Cambridge he read theology, ‘but I’m not religious; I’m intrigued. And I studied mostly Hinduism or Buddhism, not much Christian theology at all, which was really awkward when people would come up to me on the set of Grantchester and say, “You know – from Corinthians, Chapter Two” and I hadn’t a clue what they were on about.’

He got a first from Cambridge, but still managed to fit in a lot of theatre and alcohol while he was there, and had a relationship with a girl who directed him in several theatre productions; he still wears a bracelet she gave him today. It reminds him, he says, of the second time when he suddenly felt he could be an actor.

‘It was probably the moment it turned from a dream into a reality,’ he says. By the time he left university he already had a place at Rada. ‘It’s such a great feeling when someone asks you what you want to do with your life and you can reply “I’m an actor” – rather than, “I want to act.”’

To support himself, he worked as a children’s party entertainer in the holidays. Norton graduated from Rada six months early, having secured an agent and made a brief appearance in An Education in 2009. His first major theatrical role was in Laura Wade’s play Posh at the Royal Court in 2010, about the Riot Club, a fictionalised version of The Bullingdon Club at Oxford.

‘There were 10 guys in the cast and every evening, after the play, we’d spend all our wages on booze. It was like a sports team.’ In 2011 he appeared in a revival of Journey's End at the Duke of York theatre, to this day one of his favourite roles.

A solid two years of theatre followed. ‘There were endless conversations with my agent about trying to nail a film role – and then suddenly you break through and your schedule changes – especially if you get a recurring series like Grantchester or Happy Valley – and you have no time left for theatre.’

He then went four years without doing a play at all – until last year’s Bug at the Soho Theatre, and now Belleville at the Donmar. Belleville is a punchy piece of writing by Amy Herzog about a young couple who’ve graduated from Yale and decide to move to Paris. Norton plays a doctor; Imogen Poots is out of work his actor wife. They’re living the American dream, but they have a certain sense of entitlement, and, inevitably, everything falls apart.

Norton didn’t know Poots before they were cast, but they were soon rehearsing sex scenes together. ‘I had only met her two weeks before. You have to just trust, and let yourself be vulnerable.

'Of course it has a brilliant side to it – you get to know someone so quickly and intimately, and you build fantastic relationships; similarly with the director. I think the definition of an extrovert is someone whose energy is fuelled by other people, which I think I am – so a rehearsal room is a joy.’

Norton appeared in the TV series Death Comes to Pemberley (2013) and Life in Squares (2015), but it was three roles in fairly quick succession that made him a household name: firstly, as the 1950s cleric Reverend Sidney Chambers in Grantchester (2014-17), which had three series.

This, he says now, is the most fun he has ever had on set, mainly because of his friendship with Robson Green, who plays Inspector Geordie Keating. (At one point Green was ordered off set by the director because they were laughing so much.)

He also played Prince Andrei Bolkonsky in Andrew Davies’ revered six-part adaptation of War and Peace (2016), and Tommy Lee Royce in Sally Wainwright’s brilliant BBC police drama Happy Valley (2014-16), which won a Bafta, and saved him, he says, from a life sentence of period drama.

Wainwright, the gifted writer of Last Tango in Halifax and Scott & Bailey, had seen Norton on stage in Journey’s End, but he was still pretty unknown when the call went out to audition for the part of Tommy Lee Royce, the psychopathic killer who becomes Sgt Catherine Cawood’s nemesis in a small town in West Yorkshire.

Norton already had the right accent from growing up in Malton. He was sent the script while he was in South Africa doing a ‘rather ropey’ film about Vikings, and he recorded his audition on video. He was very impressed by the screenplay, but didn’t really think he’d get the part. So, he says, he had nothing to lose, and went for it.

‘The character was so rich… my [audition] scene was the most incredible piece of writing, where a man is so sad and damaged that the most loving act he can think of to do for his eight-year-old son is to kill him.’ Not long after, he got a call from his agent to tell him that the part was his. ‘Being offered Tommy changed my life because it’s opened so many doors. It showed that I could play the baddie.’

And he did it memorably. As Tommy Lee Royce he was horribly convincing – so much so that once when he was in a queue, the girl in front of him turned round and saw him, screamed and ran away.

Last year, he was tipped to be the next James Bond, and became the bookies’ favourite. He gets asked about it constantly, but there's not much to say.

‘It would come with incredible challenges, but beyond that I haven’t thought about it at length because it’s so speculative and silly. I’m flattered that people would even consider me. But I’m also a huge fan of Daniel Craig, so would want him to do a few more films.’

Happy Valley, which won a Bafta, saved him, he says, from a life sentence of period drama Norton is permanently busy. He has just filmed the remake of the ’90s classic Flatliners; today he is rehearsing for Belleville and then recording voiceovers for McMafia, this evening he is attending a ball in aid of JDRF (Junior Diabetic Research Fund).

He has type 1 diabetes, having developed it when he was 22. His mother and his sister are also diabetic. He injects himself several times a day, but has incorporated it into his life and doesn’t let it deter him. ‘So for example, the kedgeree is about to arrive and I’ll have an injection to counter the carbs; it’s just about having a level of awareness about what you’re eating.

‘It’s interesting being on stage or on set because your body is full of adrenalin and that screws up your sugar, especially when I’m on stage for a full hour and a half. I have to anticipate it at the beginning of the show and make sure my sugar levels are going up or are at least stable. In period plays, I’ve had to stitch little pockets in my costume for sugar tablets.’

A few years ago, during a performance of Journey’s End, Norton was shaking a bit, and sweating from the adrenalin because the play was going well, but one of the other actors thought he was hypoing and told the stage manager.

‘Pandemonium broke loose. The next thing I know, they’re improvising and offering me Lucozade in a teacup, saying, “Cup of tea, sir?” and putting biscuits all over the dugout. So there have been moments where diabetes and theatre have collided.’ But since he started talking about it, he’s realised that he can have a positive influence on young diabetics and demonstrate that it’s a manageable condition.

What else? He lives in Peckham, in a house full of vintage clothes left over from when he used to run a clothes stall in Nunhead, and firmly refuses to talk about his love life, despite what I thought was some rather persuasive questioning on my part.

‘Let’s leave that one vague. Just say that at that point I started tucking into my kedgeree…’ He smiles broadly, disarmingly, but he is steely. Somewhere between a vicar and a psychopath.

#James Norton #article #McMafia #Belleville #diabetes #Telegraph

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the-desolated-quill · 8 years ago

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Venom, Silver & Black, And The Sheer Incompetence Of Marvel And Sony - Quill’s Scribbles

I should warn you that Marvel fans are not going to like what I have to say, which is an opinion. It’s my opinion. It’s my subjective opinion. It’s an opinion. I’m very frustrated right now and I really need to vent it, so if you can’t handle a different opinion to your own, why don’t you toddle off to your private echo chamber and find somebody who does share your opinion instead of sending me your badly spelt death threats (although, to be fair, I’ve said a lot of mean things about Marvel over the years and I’ve received little to no grief from the MCU fandom. It’s the DCEU fandom where I normally get the death threats from, usually when I talk about how utterly rubbish Suicide Squad is. Oh yeah, because that movie is worth threatening someone’s life over).

Let’s start by playing a little game. We all love games, don’t we? Take a look at this GIF of the Marvel logo for me:

And while you’re doing that, play this music over it:

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Fun fact: That’s the new Marvel fanfare now.

You may have heard the news that Sony’s upcoming Venom and Black Cat/Silver Sable movies are going to be part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Or ‘adjuncts’ to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, as Sony exec Amy Pascal put it. Well of course we all got excited, didn’t we? I mean there were rumours that Sony were going to jump ship after Spider-Man Homecoming 2, but this suggests that Marvel Studios and Sony are going to be in an ongoing relationship. Plus this also means that Venom and Silver & Black are going to be the first R rated movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?

Except what Amy Pascal said completely contradicts what Kevin Feige said a few weeks ago about how Venom and Silver & Black are definitely not part of the MCU. Oh... well, maybe they’ve sorted it out since then. Maybe they had discussions and Feige realised that maybe this is a good idea after all. I mean there’s no way that Marvel or Sony would release this kind of information unless it’s been fully discussed and officially confirmed amongst themselves, right?

Well apparently not because in a recent interview with Pascal and Feige, where Pascal dropped the bombshell that the Sony Marvel Universe would be an adjunct to to the MCU, Feige looked somewhat taken aback:

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Yeah! It looks as though this is something they hadn’t even discussed prior to this interview! But how can this be? Surely this MUST have come up in discussions when they were negotiating the rights to Spider-Man within the MCU, right? Well, believe it or not, I do actually have a clip of those negotiations between Marvel and Sony:

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So yeah. Everybody is totally confused as to what the fuck is actually go on now and, at the time that I’m typing this, neither Marvel nor Sony have stepped in to offer clarification. Now of course all the Marvel and Spidey fanboys are pointing the finger solely at Sony and Amy Pascal, saying that she’s jumping the gun and trying to put pressure on Feige by putting him and Marvel into a situation they can’t possibly back out from.

Okay. Here’s the thing guys.

I agree that Sony deserve partial credit for this cock-up. And honestly, we shouldn’t be too surprised about this. I mean this is Sony for Christ sake! The same company that expected The Amazing Spider-Man 2 to make a billion dollars at the box office even though there was no precedent for a Spider-Man movie making that much money. It’s the same company that threw millions and millions of dollars at a big budget Ghostbusters reboot in the hopes of turning it into its own shared universe despite the fact that Ghostbusters has never been that profitable a franchise. The same company that want to make a 21 Jump Street and Men In Black crossover movie despite the fact that the two franchises have absolutely nothing in common. Sony are a bunch of dreamers and chancers. Amy Pascal going off script, as it were, and making unrealistic and potentially incorrect promises pretty much seems par for the course for the company.

It’s just... Are we really going to let Marvel and Kevin Feige off the hook? Because let’s be clear here, this is very much Marvel’s cock-up too. In fact I’d argue that Marvel and Feige deserve more of the blame than Sony does. I mean let’s talk about this ridiculous notion that Sony are putting pressure on Marvel. What fucking planet do these fanboys live on? Marvel are owned by Disney, one of the biggest mega corporations in the world. NOBODY puts pressure on them. They’re at the top of the food chain. When Marvel and Sony started negotiating, Marvel were the ones in the driving seat. So if Amy Pascal did go off on one and start making a bunch of statements about the Sony Marvel ‘adjunct’ Universe that weren’t true, then it’s Marvel’s fault because they didn’t make their position clear enough.

And again, we shouldn’t be surprised. It’s Marvel. The bloated, incompetent sequel factory. Say what you like about the DCEU (God knows I have), but at least they hired an actual filmmaker to overlook the franchise. An artist. A storyteller. Okay Zack Snyder may not be very good, but at least he has a basic understanding of how you structure an overarching story. Kevin Feige isn’t a filmmaker or a storyteller. He’s a businessman. Worse, he’s a businessman who clearly doesn’t know how to do business properly. If he did, there wouldn’t be all this confusion about Sony right now.

Another good example of Feige’s sheer incompetence is in regards to the Marvel TV shows. Feige has been talking for ages about one day integrating the TV and Netflix shows into the main body of the MCU, but to this day there has never been a mention of even their very existence within the movies. This has caused a lot of frustration both from Marvel fans and from within Marvel itself, most notably Chloe Bennet who plays Skye in Agents Of SHIELD. However Mike Colter (who plays Luke Cage and who appears to be the sole voice of sanity within the Marvel TV shows right now) has said that it’s unlikely that the movies and TV shows will ever mix due to logistical problems. In other words, due to scheduling and production conflicts, chances are that the Defenders and Agents of SHIELD and the billion other upcoming TV shows may never appear in the movies. Now I knew this. I’m sure anybody with a certain degree of common sense would have known this. But do you know who apparently doesn’t know this?

That’s right! Kevin Feige!

You know? The guy in charge of the bloody thing! Give me strength!

See a fish rots from the head downwards. When you put a filmmaker at the top of the chain, while it’s not a guarantee that it’ll be a good, you can at least trust that they’ll be putting the story and quality of the movies first. Feige is a businessman. And what’s the prime goal of any business? To make money in the most cost effective way possible. And that’s exactly what he’s been doing. And for the most part, that’s exactly how the MCU has been constructed. That’s why most of the Marvel movies in recent years have been so shallow and unchallenging, adhering to this cookie cutter formula. That’s why Feige has been adding more and more movies and TV shows to the franchise regardless of whether or not they’re actually wanted, necessary or even worth making. That’s why there has been little diversity in the MCU. Why take the risk of making a movie with an LGBT+ superhero or a POC superhero or even a female superhero when we know straight, white male superheroes sell perfectly well? That’s why, despite the fact that Deadpool and Logan were hugely successful and there’s clearly an appetite for more mature content, the MCU will never risk making an R rated movie. They’d rather play it safe, making the same formulaic PG-13 crap they always make. They don’t have to fit into a cohesive timeline. They don’t even have to be good. So long as they get bums in the seats, they’re considered a success.

That’s why, try as I might, I cannot get excited for Black Panther. And it feels so utterly wrong for me to say, doesn’t it? It’s the first big budget superhero movie to have a black actor as the lead, to have a predominantly black cast and to have a black filmmaker directing. This should represent a major landmark for this genre and despite my misgivings I really hope it does well, but I honestly can’t work up the energy to get excited about this. Why? Because it’s fucking Marvel. The same company that whitewashed the Ancient One in the Doctor Strange movie and homogenised the Asian culture because it was apparently too difficult to write an Asian character that wasn’t racist. The same company that cancelled the Black Panther And The Crew and Black Panther: World Of Wakanda comics just as the marketing for the Black Panther movie started. The same company that have deluded themselves into thinking that the reason people aren’t buying their comics is because readers don’t want diversity. The same company that looked at the Captain America comics and thought ‘Hey, I know what would be a good idea! Let’s make Cap a fucking NAZI!’

This whole situation with Marvel and Sony right now feels like I’m at a secondhand car dealers. No matter how many times the salesman tries to convince me that I’m looking at a Ferrari, it’s still a tired, rusty old banger. And frankly, I don’t trust the clowns at the fucking wheel.

#venom #silver & black #black cat #silver sable #anti marvel #anti sony #quill's scribbles

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hatnews3-blog · 6 years ago

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The Walking Dead Recap: What You Don't Know Will Hurt You

Psst — can you keep a secret? Yeah, me, neither. So the following recap of Sunday’s episode of The Walking Dead includes two big reveals, one even more surprising than the other, and details the turn of events that seems destined to bring crashing down Rick’s bridge over troubled water. Now that you’ve been forewarned, do you still want to proceed? Read on, then.

‘THANK YOU… FOR YOU’ | After “Warning Signs” began with a zombified Justin rising to join the ranks of the undead, we flashed to the morning after, at which point Rick got up early to leave a fresh-picked tomato fit for the cover of Bon Appetit at what I assume was Carl’s grave (not that Carl could possibly appreciate its magnificence — that was one hot tomato). Upon returning home, Rick thanked Michonne for all of her hard work on the charter and beyond, then, with a twinkle in his eye, asked her to put aside that work. “You want me to stop creating the foundations of a new civilization?” she asked. “I can think of another way to build for the future,” he replied. Yup, they were gonna try to get pregnant. Which, honestly, seemed like a pretty bad idea, considering that at that moment, Maggie and her delivery of food were being held up by Jed and a bunch of hostile Saviors who were out looking for Justin — aaand thinking that maybe “the widow” was behind the string of recent disappearances. Jed even went so far as to steal a tomato. (And seriously, special props to the show’s tomato stylist — those things are gorgeous!) Only moments after the situation was defused by Laura, who I never dreamed I’d kinda like, Maggie spotted down the road — what are the odds? — the walkerized Justin!

Back in Alexandria, all hell was breaking loose. In other words, Rick Grimes was on all fours playing horsey-race down the hallway with Judith as a part of the family fun day that he and Michonne had to promise the moppet to get her to see Siddiq about her cough. Alas, the trio had just begun the reading-The-Wizard-of-Oz portion of their day when word reached Rick that Justin wasn’t just dead, he’d been murdered. Quicker than you could say “panic,” the Saviors at base camp for the bridge project were looking ready to riot. First Alden, then Carol tried to break it up, but that was easier said than done. Jed, clearly Season 9’s answer to Jared, up and dared her to just shoot him already rather than make him wait to get it in the back. In no time, fingers were being pointed at likely suspects. Daryl, for one. “Garbage lady,” for another. For a second, it looked like the Saviors were willing to go through Gabriel to attack Anne. Luckily, that was when Rick rode in to lay down the law. As soon as the crowd dispersed, Rick questioned Gabriel, who insisted that he’d been with his new lover for the duration of the previous evening.

‘I LIED TO HIM… FOR YOU’ | Next, Rick was approached by Alden, who suggested that, if at least a few key Saviors had guns, they wouldn’t be so scared. No dice, so Alden turned to Maggie. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asked. “How about trusting a few other people who’ve made a change?” Ultimately, Rick agreed to think about it — after he solved Justin’s murder. Which, given how much like an arrow wound the deceased’s chest injury looked, he might have already done. “Go ahead,” said Daryl when Rick sidled up for an uncomfortable interrogation. “Ask.” When Rick did just that, Daryl said that he could prove that he was innocent — because “if I’d-a killed him, I’d-a killed him in plain sight.” Again, Rick made his sales pitch, arguing that the future belonged to all of them now. Not Glenn, Daryl pointed out. Not Abraham or Sasha. Cornered, Rick admitted that he’d wanted to slaughter the Saviors, too. “But killing each other when the world already belongs to the dead, it’s not the way, not anymore.” Furthermore, if Daryl would try — just try — to play nice, maybe people could see what was possible. It might even turn out to be one of the best decisions he’d made since “not killing a guy who left your brother on a rooftop to die.”

Meanwhile, Gabriel, feeling conflicted about lying to Rick about being with Anne all night, asked his girlfriend if she’d seen anything when they were apart. “You think I’m hiding something?” she replied. And his silence spoke as large a volume as her answering a question with a question. While that romance was hitting a rough patch, Maggie and Cyndie were among the pairs out looking for walkers in the woods (lest anyone besides Aaron lose an arm to a sneak attack). When they spotted a couple of zombies loitering around, Cyndie revealed that there was a house nearby — she knew because her family had lived in the area before Oceanside — and suggested that maybe the walkers were being drawn to it. Lo and behold, a bunch of the undead were trapped in the residence, and their argh-ing was attracting more of their kind. There wasn’t a whole lot to this, aside from it giving Daryl and Cyndie another chance to bond when he arrived suddenly and saved her from walkers who broke out of the house faster than expected. The real point of the side jaunt was that Daryl’s rescue party shouldn’t have arrived before Bea and Arat’s. (If you could remember who Bea was at this point, good on you!)

‘I JUST WANTED TO END IT BEFORE IT BEGINS’ | Soon, the search party found Bea knocked out but not Arat. Did everybody notice that Bea’s weapon looked like it could have made the same kind of hole in Justin as an arrow? Daryl certainly did. Anyway, since the Savior’s gear was left behind, Maggie deduced that whoever had whacked Bea now had Arat. At a subsequent bigwigs’ powwow, Carol reported that the Saviors thought that Arat was on watch overnight. If the main characters didn’t find her by dawn, Rick would lose his worker bees, and the unfinished bridge would come tumbling down when the waters rose again. Before they set off to look for the missing person, Jerry had an important question: When they found the guilty party, who’d decide their fate? And what about the punishment? “Is it gonna be a Gregory or a Negan?” Later, searching the woods with Rick, Carol admitted that she’d badly wanted to shoot Jed. What’s more, she was sure that the disaster they’d narrowly averted that day wasn’t going to stay, you know, averted. In response, Rick confessed that there was a point in every day when he just wanted to go finish off Negan. “But then I remember everyone we’ve lost… and I know I need to honor them — to build life, not take it, because it’s us or the dead, and every life counts now.”

Searching for Arat with Daryl, Maggie wished that she could see things Rick’s way. She even acknowledged that “what [he’s] doing is right for the future. It’s better for Hershel.” Just then, they found another Savior who’d been offed like Justin, and Columbo — sorry, I mean Daryl — announced, “I know who took Arat.” While the twosome set off like a post-apocalyptic Hardy Boy and Nancy Drew, Anne snuck back to the Heaps. There, she took out a hidden radio and, having spotted the chopper the night before, made a call. “What do you have, an A or a B?” asked the man who replied. “I paid my share,” she insisted. But when it became apparent that that wasn’t going to get her what she wanted — presumably, a ride out of danger? — she asked what it would take. “An A,” the guy answered (and suddenly, I remembered that, when Jadis had held Rick hostage, it had been in a container marked A). No sooner had Anne said she’d have an A tomorrow than Gabriel appeared and demanded the truth. Turned out, she’d been trading people for supplies for the Scavengers. That was what she’d been going to do with Rick and Gabriel. Now, given her spot at the top of the murder-suspects list, she was giving up on the new leaf she’d turned over and wanted out. “There’s another place that’s far from here,” she said, “but if we go together, we can get there.”

‘IT’S OVER’ | Though Gabriel took Anne’s hand, he couldn’t agree to her terms: Don’t tell anyone, and help her with “one small part of the deal.” He’d have to tell Rick. “And all this time,” she said, “I thought you were a B.” With that, she knocked him out. As if trying to have an even worse night than Gabriel, Carol got herself grabbed in the woods by Jed, who held a knife to her throat and threatened to Ginsu her if Rick didn’t hand over his gun. See, the Saviors are “vamoosing out of your little pet project,” he explained, and they needed protection for the trip home. “You do this, there’s no going back,” Rick warned. Trouble was, there had been no going back for Jed and the Saviors once they’d lost Justin (who must have been much more delightful at the Sanctuary than he ever was outside of it). As will happen when a fool threatens Carol, she turned the tables, stabbing Jed with her own knife. “Why not just take me out?” he cried, defeated. “‘Cause every life counts,” Carol spat as if the words left an aftertaste in her mouth.

Finally, Maggie escorted Daryl to the place where Cyndie’d once lived. There, they found Cyndie, Bea and another Oceansider menacing Arat — not without cause. The Saviors had murdered Cyndie’s mother, her 11-year-old brother, Bea’s husband, countless others. “We’ve all done things,” Arat protested. After the war, Cyndie continued, she and her fellow Oceansiders had gone along with Rick’s plan for unification because they didn’t think they had a choice. Then Maggie had hung Gregory. “You showed us the way,” Cyndie told the Hilltop’s leader. “It was time.” For a moment, it appeared that Maggie and Daryl might intervene on Arat’s behalf. Then, Cyndie recalled how Arat had smiled when killing her kid brother. And what was it that the Savior had said? “No exceptions.” So Maggie and Daryl turned and walked away, leaving Arat to be murdered while screaming that she’d changed. The following day, as the Saviors all left behind the bridge project, Maggie told Daryl that Cyndie had shown her the way, too. “We gave Rick’s way a chance,” she said. “It’s time to see Negan.”

So, what did you think of “Warning Signs”? Did you guess who was killing the Saviors? Do you suspect that the people Anne’s trading with are using her victims as lab rats in hopes of curing zombie-ism? Hit the comments.

Source: https://tvline.com/2018/10/21/the-walking-dead-recap-season-9-episode-3-oceanside-killing-saviors/

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futzinaround · 7 years ago

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Surprisingly, there’s nothing new going on in my life. I’m still starting friendships and abruptly ending them because I’m inconsistent as shit. I’m still distancing myself from everyone I know because I rather be by myself. I’m still struggling with my finances and maintaining a healthy diet. I’ve actually been eating a lot more recently and although it feels really great, it’s starting to scare me.

I’ve had lots of troubles with my diet for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I barely ate. I used to get my ass handed to me for not eating. I remember getting my food dished out, picking at my food, waiting for everyone to leave the dining room, taking my full plate of food and tossing it into the trash. I didn’t even know how to be low key about it either; I’d just take a paper towel and gently lay it right on top of the food, even tuck the corners in. Then I’d act like I ate everything and went to sleep hungry as fuck. I can’t quite remember what it was all about when I was younger though. Was it simply not having an appetite? Was I conscious of my weight? Whatever it was, it did take a toll on my body.

By the time I was in middle school, I was constantly sick. There was always a problem keeping down food. I had learned to love the act of eating and munching my way through it but something about keeping it down disgusted me. So I’d eat my lunch thoroughly and eventually purge it all after my lunch period. It became a regular thing for me and eventually fucked me up. I’d get so dizzy and light headed, felt like I was floating around for some time. I’d find myself falling asleep in class and waking up forgetting I had fallen asleep. Doing it at home was even worse, trying keep the sounds of my vomit hitting the bottom of the toilet bowl, running water to stifle the noises. I never thought it was weird, I had even read about other people doing it and how they were penalized and made to look crazy for doing. I would justify it in any way I possibly could. I didn’t realize how badly I was treating myself.

In high school, it became more of an image thing to me. I felt like I was fat, bloated, too big for size 00 jeans. I truly started to hate myself. No one ever incited this, there weren’t kids at my school who said anything to make me feel any kind of way. In some ways my family did play a part in it. It was almost like a reverse psychology sort of thing. They’d say things to me along the lines of ‘you’re so skinny, do you even eat?’ ‘you’re just skin and bones’ and other sorts of stuff. For some reason, it made me want to purge more and soon after, I went back to not eating. My weight fluctuated from 85 lbs to around 95 lbs for about two years. I felt my most confident at 85, and my lowest at 95. I’d go out to eat with friends, order the most and not eat any of it. Making conversation was the biggest distraction, I’d ramble when the food arrived and by the time everyone had finished I’d excuse my untouched food for having talked my head off and take it to go. It was a deadly routine, it was exhausting.

After high school and a wonderful, fulfilling relationship with Steven, I rediscovered food and this time, I was in love. I ate everything! Burgers, fries, pancakes, ramen, pasta and so on. I don’t know how it changed, but I couldn’t help myself. It felt good, I finally felt like a normal person for allowing myself to eat and enjoy it. It was truly the first time in my life where I wasn’t harsh on myself about eating and digesting things. Saddens me to say that it didn’t last for long before I started purging again. My jeans were no longer fitting me the same, I couldn’t sit comfortably in a size 2 and it bothered me so fucking much. I cried for weeks on end about how uncomfortable I felt, about how I could allow myself to eat that way for months. I was disgusted with myself again. I turned to purging, smoking, drinking to cope with other things I had been dealt with at the time and made it to the smallest I had ever been. 82 pounds.

I wince at that now. Thinking about the horrors I put my body through, the way I treated it and felt no remorse. I left myself in shambles. Somehow through the drugs and alcohol, I found myself. It wasn’t some sort of wake up call that made the changes, it just happened on its own gradually. Revisiting some of my old friends and accepting a new relationship even when I was super fucked up slowly helped. Little by little it became easier to accept what I had done to myself. Once I had accepted it, it all just came together. Body positivity posts from girls everywhere started making headlines too at the time. It was a huge wave of women, and men, from everywhere, talking about their own stories and sharing some deep, dark part of them that I had felt only I experienced. Although there were some ass hats that thought those women were obnoxious and oversharing, it helped me. Constantly scrolling through those posts on instagram, facebook, etc., pushed me and eventually gave me the confidence to start doing it myself. Almost felt like I had started over, I shook hands with my old body and mindset, and moved on.

From time to time, I do feel the urge to let it all go again. Some days when my pants are a lil too tight or my dress doesn’t fall the right way, I find myself staring in the bathroom mirror having to convince myself otherwise. It happens. But I’ve learned to not succumb to it. I love food, I love feeling fulfilled after a meal, I love the way my belly is a bit pudgy at times, I love letting it hang loose after a long day, I love the way my thighs touch and sometimes chafe in the summer, I love the way my rolls hug me right back when I’m curled up in bed, I love it all. And don’t get me wrong, there are days where I can’t find the humanity in me to love me. Those days come and go faster now because I’m actively learning to love myself. I never really thought I’d ever be able to write this down. My chest honestly hurts a little as I’m writing all of this, and I feel a little relieved too. I just found myself making that ugly cry face, and almost broke into tears but I caught myself. I’m gucci.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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CSUAPR PRT 8 START

"Keith?"

"I'm here..."

"You're playing with my tummy..."

"It's a cute little tummy"

Moving to nuzzle at Keith's jawline, Lance gave a small yawn before kiss him randomly

"We're having a baby"

"Yeah... we're even having two..."

"You knocked me up good like you said you would"

"This is true... How do you feel?"

Lance snorted as if something was funny

No wonder Lance had snorted. Horny wasn't on Keith's list of expected replies. Chuckling affectionately, he kissed his lover's hair

"We can't have that..."

Letting his hand slide down between Lance's legs, Lance whimpered at touch, grabbing Keith's hand and moving it back up to his stomach

"I can't... I can't... I'm too scared"

Keith wasn't particularly in the mood, he only wanted to comfort his husband

"Babe, its only me and you here. No one else... you can let go. Leave it to me..."

"It's dirty... I'm dirty"

"You're not dirty. Your body is clean..."

"But..."

"It feels dirty... my skin feels itchy"

"Then let touch you... cover you in my scent so you know I'm here"

"I'm..."

"Babe, I'm not trying to push you... I want you to know you're safe. To feel completely safe. You're in our bathroom. It's just you and me... let me give you some release"

"I feel so sick from the feeling..."

"Then let me make you feel better"

"But what about you? You still don't know how you feel about this pregnancy"

"I don't think either of us know..."

"I want to want it..."

"Then let yourself want it. Let yourself be happy..."

"I don't know if I remember how..."

"I know you do. I never should have started yelling at you..."

Let his hand wander back down, Keith grasped Lance's half erection. Whining into his ear, Lance's breath was hot... and his husband really needed to brush his teeth

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I don't want to be a burden..."

"You with me, babe?"

Nuzzling him affectionately Lance took his hand in his

"I think I needed that..."

"I think you might have needed that too..."

"I can't... bring myself to do it alone... it feels wrong"

"I swear to give you all the hand jobs you want or need"

Laughing softly, Lance finally stopped nuzzling into his neck

"You might need too... I'm going to get so fat..."

"Not fat. You're stomach's going to swell up with our children"

"You're not back at the start... You're not. You're doing so much better"

"You're going to get through this because we've both hit the end of our emotional rope. I can't... I can't keep leaving you. I can't stand not being with you..."

"You have so many obligations"

"I'm scared to go to Daibazaal... they could tell I was pregnant from my scent alone. What if your team smells it on me?"

"Then I'll punch anyone who says anything in the face"

Lance gave a weak laugh

"You can't do that... I want to be excited for this..."

"I've barely got any appetite... We need to join the others for dinner"

"Let's go by the kitchen? Hunk might have something to help the nausea"

"Ginger... is supposed to help. Lisa had bad morning sickness..."

Keith smiled. Lance seemed to be more positive, or at least he sounded more positive

"Alright. Dinner and IV bag after. Dehydrations probably making it even worse"

"I haven't been able to keep anything down"

"We'll figure this out. Together"

"What are you smiling about?"

"You..."

"Me?"

"Yeah... I just... I'm really grateful to have you as my husband"

"I thought you were scared"

"I am. I'm fucking terrified of what's to come"

"I am too... a lot. I cried all over Shiro earlier. I didn't want to fight with you. But I still can't believe it... We hadn't had the proper kid discussion..."

"Don't you think I know that? I know how painful your past is for you... and I'm scared of what it's going to bring up for you"

"I thought I'd have time you know, being a big brother first"

"You'll make an awesome big brother"

"We'll make awesome big brothers... you know mum loves you like you're her own"

"She only loves me because I love you"

"Nah. That's a bonus on top. You've really impressed her as you"

"She still scares me. I hope you know that. She's hot as hell and could snap me in half"

"I remember you saying the exact same thing before"

"It's as true now as it was then. She's not an enemy I'd like to ever make"

"Me either, honestly..."

Keith fell into a silence that didn't quite sit right with him

"Keith... are you scared of being a big brother?"

"I..."

"You know, I mean what I said. You're going to be amazing big brother. And amazing dad. You've... been through hell. And you'd do anything you can to protect the happiness of those you care about"

"I don't know how to feel about it... now that it's actually happening... I don't have the experience"

"No. You have no idea. I've never been a big brother either..."

"You're going to be a mum... and you basically took care of all us on the Castle all the time. You're... you're going to have to teach me how to make a happy and warm family like yours"

A happy and warm family he'd started avoiding calling again... Lance couldn't picture calling home any time soon, though mami would probably call to check in on Allura day...

"I'm not going to run"

"Babe..."

"I'm committed to you. And to them... I didn't... I didn't think... I think I'm attached to them already"

Then it would break Keith's heart if anything happened to them. That was the last thing he wanted

"You're not going to hurt anyone"

"I hurt myself... trying to get my skin off... my face and my legs..."

"What?! Where was Shiro?!"

"Sleeping... I didn't remember until I came out of it... there was blood... I was trying to... to get Klearo off me. I'm asking you to do this for me. Kosmo's good at stopping me..."

It was heavy. It was a heavy thing to drop on his husband. He was practically murdering Keith's happiness with his mental illness

"We can talk about it when we get there. Whatever we need to do, we'll do it together. You're my husband I love you"

"Vomit breath and all?"

"Vomit breath and all..."

Pausing to kiss him before entering the kitchen, they were still kissing as the door opened. Letting out a long "ew", Hunk covered his eyes with a tea towel

"Guys! Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you and all, but this is a kitchen. Please tell me you haven't defiled this sacred space"

"Sorry, Hunk. I missed my husband"

"Only you two would be married by accident... Holy Quiznak! Lance are you alright?!"

"Stomach bug I picked up from an alien. Everything is still tender, but things will be better"

"Are you sure? I've seen you looking like the living dead before, bro, but this... you look like you should still be in bed. Keith, is he..."

"Lance is alright. Like he said, he picked up a bug or two. He's had a check up, and things are good"

"Did he have that check up on Altea?"

Scrunching his brow, Lance was confused

"How did you know?"

"Hunk, my man... Thank you. Where's Tobias?"

Or their actual cooks...

"Helping with the bar. Ugh... someone wanted to trade some things..."

The way Hunk shifted his weight concerned him

"Trade what?"

"Lance, are you buying and selling drugs here?!"

"But they... I thought it'd happen like some kind of shady deal... In a back corner... not in the bar in front of everyone"

Rinsing his mouth half a dozen times, Lance sipped down some water cautiously. The worst part of vomiting was the longer burn and the burning kind of smell that lasted inside of him for vargas

"You've been watching too many movies, Hunk"

"I don't want to be involved with that. I never understood how people could become dependent on something so bad for them"

"They're not there. Your cooks have no idea how to organise a kitchen... I think we put them over here"

"Babe? You good?"

"Sleepy"

"I can see that. Wanna skip dinner?"

"Nah... I wanna cuddle... here"

"Your scents evened out, and your colour looks better. How do you feel?"

"Like crackers might be my new best friend"

"Hey! I heard that, man!"

Laughing tiredly, Lance tried to find the energy to joke, but it just wasn't there

"No one could replace my main bro"

"Second room is... an o-o-overflow room..."

Yawning widely, he shook himself in an attempt to wake up

"Its mostly things that were already here... like tables and chairs... First entertainment room is for guests"

"We're not guests?"

"Your family... mmm, if we're having dinner there, we can head in early. There's a sofa in there"

Keith's voice came from directly next to his left ear

"I thought you wanted cuddles?"

"Sofa cuddles sound better..."

"Yes, they do. Mostly because neither of you should be sitting on the kitchen counters. Even if you own this place"

Lance ducked his head while Keith laughed. He was still nervous Hunk was going to bring drugs up again... Plus... dinner was only a varga away. Dinner with everyone...

"I think we've been told, babe. Can you give me directions?"

Lance nodded, whining at the loss of Keith's body heat as his husband climbed down off the kitchen bench. Holding his arms out limply, Keith lifted him into his arms

"I'm going to take him down there to rest before dinner. I'm looking forward to some real food. We've been stuck eating purple goo again"

"That stuff should be banned as a violation of human right. Galra rights. Universal rights. I've got things under control here. Maybe you should have Daehra take a look at Lance before dinner?"

Damn. He thought Hunk would let it go

"Hunk, it was just a bug. I'm not contagious"

"You smell funny and you're throwing up"

His chest tightened at the thought of his scent. He was wearing the suit in the hopes it would diminish his scent...

"He smells fine. Although he does need to brush his teeth"

Saved by Keith again, Lance couldn't win

""He" is right here. And he is feeling better for having kept something down"

"You know babe, we could stop by the medbay and run that IV bag before dinner?"

"No... after dinner is better. You're all worrying too much"

"Shiro literally dropped everything to pick you up. We're allowed to be worried"

Sensing his dropping mood, Keith kissed the top of his head

"I would rather Shiro drop a hundred things and know that Lance was alright. Seeing we're not heading to the med room, take your time. Mr Grumpy here needs his rest"

Why was everyone picking on him? He didn't want to be awake when the cannula went in... No. He wanted to be awake, but closer to sleep so he couldn't crave the feel of the injector needle

"That's rich, coming from you. I bet you can't even find your away around without me"

"I found my way to our room"

"That was a fluke... now let's go... I have a sofa to become friends with. Bye, Hunk! I promise we haven't done many gross things in here"

"Dude! What do you mean "many"?! Are the benches safe? Do I have to clean them again? Why are you doing gross things in here to begin with?"

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