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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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can we please have some Dwayne headcannons? 🥹 ur amazing, thank you

Dwayne headcannons because I think you’re amazing!

Dwayne is very different than the others, much more selfless. The way he interacts with Laddie is on a much deeper more personal level than any of the other boys have. These two things would make him a very good vampire boyfriend.

Dwayne pays attention to detail, painfully so. His eyes are always watching, ears always listening. He hones in on all five senses and somethings I don’t think he can turn it off. Because he’s always scanning crowds, he made a little checklist for “suspicious people” but all that got derailed when his eyes landed on you.

Hello? Earth to Dwayne? My boy is gone and for long enough for David to notice. Which is dangerous. David isn’t above killing a “distraction” even if just to tease Dwayne. But Dwayne would never let that happen.

“Back off David!”

And reluctantly, David would. He’s a curious man, he wants to see how this plays out. Bet you won’t last a week. Oh boy was he fucking wrong.

Dwayne played it cool the first time he actually did talk to you. He saw you walking while reading and instantly went into protective mode when you almost walked right into one of the surf Nazi’s. He swooped in, literally taking you off your feet and moved you out of the way before disaster struck. Your hero.

Now don’t ask how he knew where you were, you don’t wanna know. The other boys are more loud about their desires, so you’d expect this behaviour from them. But Dwayne is quiet, reserved, constantly thinking. And you were a thought he couldn’t shake. His intentions where never bad with you, he was just too curious. So he followed you for a few weeks, little run ins here and there so you’d get used to his presence.

Vampires were predatory creatures by nature. He couldn’t help this urge to be around you. You were alluring, and had him transfixed. But Dwayne understands that’s not the way humans go about things. So he takes things slow, hoping you’ll warm up to him enough that you won’t run when you learn his secret. He just wants to keep you in his life, friend or more.

You’d actually asked him out first which surprised him. But he was more than pleased with this outcome. He insisted upon late night milkshakes and burgers in a parking-lot. Even stole you an old truck and put an old mattress on the truck bed. So the two of you could park in the middle of nowhere where no one can bother your serenity. And just talk, and eat and enjoy each others company.

Dwayne loves being outside. He just thrives more when it’s one on one or just the boys. He prefers not to hang around his “food”. Sure, he doesn’t see everyone that way, but if you’re causing him sensory overload on the boardwalk; prepare to become a meal. If he keeps you away from the boys and the boardwalk, he gets 100% of you, no distractions. And he craves that connection.

I think he’d actually tell you his secret really quick. Like maybe a month into dating, not even. He doesn’t want to lie to you, Dwayne would never lie to you. And he doesn’t want you to feel trapped either. Like “I’ve come this far, might as well stay as to not break my heart.” He wants you to choose to become a vampire with him.

He’d take you out into the woods, where he set up a picnic in a clearing. There were even candles, which you playfully scolded him about Forrest fires for. He promised to get those cheesy fake candles next time. Which made you heart melt at the way he said “next time”. You were already whipped, and who could blame you? He was the prefect gentleman, but also adventurous and devastatingly handsome. Anyone who didn’t want to sleep with him, wanted to be him.

But you quickly fell for the Dwayne who patched up your knee after you fell the first time he took you skateboarding. The Dwayne who put whipped cream on Laddie’s nose when out for ice cream, and when the younger boy suggested you’d feel left out, promptly did the same to you. Of course he let you meet Laddie right away, that boy was his heart and soul. And would be a deal breaker if you didn’t get along. Luckily, or unluckily for you depending on how you look at it, you can’t pry Laddie off you. Which only makes Dwayne fall for you more.

He’d wait until about halfway through the meal before asking a question.

“Would you spend forever with me, if you could?”

You thought it was random, but endearing. And so you answered “of course, until my dying breath.” Little did you know you’d soon be sealing your fate. Stuck with the sweetest, most attentive vampire mate in all of history.

He’d explain to you very carefully and very slowly what he was and what you were to him. He’d respect whatever reaction you have, and give you time if you need it. But of course you had no hesitation. You knew he’d never hurt you, and vampires were kinda hot.

Don’t tell him that. Unless you wanna get a full demonstration of just how hot they can be. Boy would be feral. He wants to bite and kiss you all over. Once you know he’d introduce you to the others and explain you were staying. David is weary of you at first, but he sees how happy you make Dwayne.

Paul and Marko are 1000% on broad. You’re hot, and you like Dwayne, you’re their favourite person! They playfully flirt with you all the time, but well timed glares from Dwayne set them straight. But they do love spending time with you, just as “bros”. Marko is still mad at you six week later for beating him at Mario Kart.

Dwayne adores how you fit so seamlessly into his family. His life. Out of all of them, I believe Dwyane always wanted a family. I think he always wanted to be a dad. And now he has Laddie, and You. And you can be your own little happy family. Laddie loves you so much already and Pep or Peppy, his was of saying parent. And Dwayne would wed you in a heart beat if you asked him too. The full nine yards. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make you happy. And you’re quite the same.

Dwyane fell hard the second he got eyes on you. And he doesn’t regret his fall in the slightest. He’d be by your side the entire time when you asked to be turned. And he’d be with you for your first kill. Praising you and cheering you on. He’s so proud of you! He’s not gonna be able to keep his hands off you once you’ve turned so, good luck bestie 😉

An: I hope this was good lol. I had fun writing it, thanks for the request!

Tag: @auntvamp @patient1666074 @willowbrookesblog @tohuntafreak @queer-and-utter-chaos @oceansrose2002

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne x reader #the lost boys headcanon #fang rambles

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Lost daughter au texts

None of this is canon unfortunately I just got bored 😭

Threes a crowd

Faith: are we still on for a date night tonight?

James: no way, tonight’s my night with her

Faith: no way! You had time with her last week

James: she was unconscious for a whole day last week?!

Faith: your point?

James: why do you have to be around so much

Faith: because if I wasn’t you would have killed my girlfriend

James: *my girlfriend

Faith: stop being homophonic James 😒

James: I AM NOT HOMOPHONIC

James: WE ALL KNOW I CARRY THE PROUD TITLE OF BI WIFE ENERGY

Y/n: hey guys, I can’t go with either of you tonight I have plans

Y/n: sorry, love you both. See you tomorrow ❤️

James: who are you going out with?

Faith: answer the question honey

James: she’s leaving us on seen, did we fuck up?

Faith: I’ll make an apology cake, you pick up some flowers and meet me back at the cave by midnight

James: on it!

The family group chat

(Y/n added star)

(Dwayne removed star)

(Y/n added star)

(Marko removed star)

Y/n: can you stop, she’s part of the family too

Star: thank you honey, I just wanted you to all know that I have to cancel our dinner plans tonight

Star: I have to take laddie out instead

Y/n: ….

(Y/n removed star)

Paul: damn, someone’s bitter 😰

Paul: you can hang out with your old man if you want kid 😎

Y/n: I’d rather swallow glass then hangout with you again 😒

Paul: no need to be rude brat 😒

Marko: we could always hang out honey?

Y/n: it’s fine dad, I’ll figure something out

My favourite brother

Y/n: are you gonna be okay tonight?

Laddie: aren’t you coming? 🥺

Y/n: sorry buddy, mom wants it to be just you to tonight

Laddie: pleaseeeee

Y/n: I can’t kiddo, sorry

Laddie: 🥺🥺🥺

Y/n: fine

Y/n: I’ll meet up with the two of you at the boardwalk later

My second family ❤️

Y/n: is it okay if I come over for dinner tonight mrs Emerson?

Lucy: of course dear, and please call me Lucy

Sam: damn don’t you have a family of your own

Lucy: Sam!

Grandpa: you can come over any time you want sweetheart

Sam: don’t invite her in, she’ll never leave!

Grandpa: good, she can stay and you can leave 😒

Y/n: wow, your own grandpa likes me better than you

Y/n: how does that feel Sam?

Sam: shut up

Sam: bring a comic over when you come over tonight

Y/n: will do

Froggy bros 🐸

Y/n: I’m coming to your store tonight

Edgar: does this mean that you’ve finally accepted your fate to kill your vampire overlords and join us

Y/n: actually I just wanted to you to hold onto a comic for me

Edgar: oh, nevermind then 😅

Alan: I told you man, it just doesn’t sound natural in conversation

Y/n: see you later tonight

Alan: see you later, future bloodsucker

idiotic boyfriend ❤️

James: have we upset you?

James: please answer

Y/n: I just need to be alone for a bit

Y/n: I feel a little crowded and I want a little time for myself

James: I’m sorry baby

James: I love you and call me if you need me

James: don’t stay out too late, surf nazis are on the prowl ❤️

Mortal enemies ☠️

James: she’s going out at night, you know the drill

Faith: stalk her

James: no, follow her to make sure she’s safe

Faith: sound better, I’m in

Faith: who is she hanging out with?

James: we’ll find out

David and his goons

David: has anyone seen our child? She’s not in her room

Marko: I thought Paul was meant to be with her?

Paul: I may have gotten distracted

Dwayne: where are you?

Paul: at that hot girl’s apartment

Dwayne: 🤦

Paul: I’m sorry!

Marko: we’ll go looking on the board walk

Dwayne: you and David ask James and faith to see if they know anything

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You groan as you groggily lift you head up at the sound of your phone ringing. You pull yourself up from the comfy bed and look at the screen to find David calling

The ringing stops as soon as you reach the phone and your greeted with a horrifying sight

(12 missed calls from David)

(13 messages from David)

(11 missed calls from Dwayne)

(9 messages from Dwayne)

(27 missed calls from marko)

(21 messages from marko)

(3 missed calls from Paul)

(2 messages from Paul)

(45 missed calls from my angel girl ❤️)

(15 messages from my angel girl ❤️)

(52 missed calls from my idiotic boyfriend ❤️)

(42 messages from my idiotic boyfriend)

You groan as a throbbing headache begins to form. You look around the room and find many empty beer cans and bottles of vodka surrounding the bed.

“You all good?” Michael groaned from the makeshift bed he made for himself on the floor. You jump slightly at his voice

“Why am i in your bed?” You questioned confused “why are you on the floor

“You insisted that we party last night so we went to rhythm kitchen, and it got too much to handle I guess” Michael answered as he rubbed his eyes “and I’m on the floor because not only would your boyfriend kill me, but your fathers would also brutally murder me if they found out we spent the night with me in my bed”

“They know we’re not like that” you reassured with a pat the shoulder “your like a brother”

“I know but I didn’t want you to wake up scared” he reasoned “I know you get anxious when people are in the bed with you sometimes”

“Well I’m not now” you pat the other side of his bed “let’s watch YouTube together until I can sneak out”

Michael shrugged and joined you with on the bed while also maintaining a distance from you. That’s when you heard two other sets of groans.

“Why is it so bright” Edgar winced and covered his eyes as he rose from the foot of the bed

“Close the curtains” Alan whined out as he jumped onto the end of the bed, Edgar quickly joining him. This effectively squished you all together

“When the hell did you two get here?” Michael whisper yelled

“We joined you two after you both fell over and knocked our comic book display down” Alan said calmly

“Not cool bro” Edgar piped up

You just got yourself comfortable when you all heard a knock on the door. Lucy opened it and let herself in before cooing at you all

“You just look so cute” she exclaimed excitedly “I’ve gotta get a picture”

“Mom” Michael groaned in embarrassment

“Oh okay” Lucy sighed “when your ready, I’ve got breakfast waiting for you all downstairs”

“How did you know they were here?” Michael questioned confused

“Your a loud drunk” Lucy laughed before exiting

Sam entered and looked at you all with disgust as you leaned your head on Michael and watched a YouTube deep dive on vampires.

Sam stayed staring at you for a few seconds before you motioned to him

“Wanna join?” You asked with a grin

Sam rolled his eyes before crawling on the bed and barging his way through until he felt comfortable.

It was like five siblings all enjoying each others company without staying anything. Eventually the rest got up to get breakfast

“You coming?” Sam asked annoyed

“One second, I need to message my dad” you explain as you pull your phone back into your hands

The family group chat

Y/n: stayed at Emerson’s last night after bar, be home tonight. Love you ❤️

Marko is typing

David is typing

Paul is typing

Dwayne is typing

You simply shut your phone off and hop off the bed to join the rest for breakfast. Not caring what anyone else says, you wanted to enjoy the peace for a little longer

I have no clue what this is but it’s not canon unfortunately, I just got really bored

Hope you enjoyed

Love ya ❤️

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #platonic lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys #dad lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader

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eirinstiva · 14 days

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Perfect storm

Letter!!! Bertie Wooster sent a letter and I'm already scared because maybe Bingo Little will be here~ Brace yourself, this can get rummy...

Claude and Eustace are so dangerous together, I like that, the image of them doing stupid things like in the manga Please, Jeeves (by Morimura Tamaki and Katsuta Bun) lives rent free in my heart.

I handed this to Jeeves. He studied it thoughtfully. “What do you make of it? A rummy communication, what?” “Very high-spirited young gentlemen, sir, Mr. Claude and Mr. Eustace. Up to some game, I should be disposed to imagine.” “Yes. But what game, do you think?” “It is impossible to say, sir. Did you observe that the letter continues over the page?” “Eh, what?”

Jeeves has Kowalski vibes~

Great pals we’ve always been. In fact, there was a time when I had an idea I was in love with Cynthia. However, it blew over. A dashed pretty and lively and attractive girl, mind you, but full of ideals and all that. I may be wronging her, but I have an idea that she’s the sort of girl who would want a fellow to carve out a career and whatnot.

Bertie has a girl friend, a friend who is a girl, a friend called Cynthia~ that's cute. I really like to read about friendship between people of different gender.

“Young Bingo Little. Great pal of mine. He’s tutoring your brother, you know.” “Good gracious! Is he a friend of yours?” “Rather! Known him all my life.” “Then tell me, Bertie, is he at all weak in the head?” “Weak in the head?” “I don’t mean simply because he’s a friend of yours. But he’s so strange in his manner.”

Well, Cynthia has an opinion™ of Bertie and his friends, but there's a chemistry between them like ex lovers turned into friends, or that weird relationship that some people have this their first boyfriend/girlfriend/idon'tknow that can be so cute and weird at the same time. I love that kind of relationship. Platonic? Maybe, I can't find the words right now.

“Well, you might have let your pals know where you were.” He frowned darkly. “I didn’t want them to know where I was. I wanted to creep away and hide myself. I’ve been through a bad time, Bertie, these last weeks. The sun ceased to shine⁠—”

Bingo is heartbroken and Bertie can't sense that. Read the room, dear Bertie~ but Bingo falls in love so easily that it's not a surprise that he fell in love with Cynthia. The surprise factor is the poetry:

“When Cynthia smiles,” said young Bingo, “the skies are blue; the world takes on a roseate hue: birds in the garden trill and sing, and Joy is king of everything, when Cynthia smiles.” He coughed, changing gears. “When Cynthia frowns⁠—” “What the devil are you talking about?” “I’m reading you my poem. The one I wrote to Cynthia last night. I’ll go on, shall I?”

Let this poor man have his morning tea!

Claude and Eustace are troublemakers with brilliant minds, but instead of to use those brains in solving problems like Jeeves, they try to earn money in a easy way. They could start their own multi-level marketing, Ponzi scheme, or even become gentlemen thieves like Raffles and Bunny (but with two Raffles and no Bunny... unless Bertie is Bunny... anyway~)

“I say, old man,” I couldn’t help saying, “aren’t you looking ahead rather far?” “Oh, that’s all right. It’s true nothing’s actually settled yet, but she practically told me the other day she was fond of me.” “What!” “Well, she said that the sort of man she liked was the self-reliant, manly man with strength, good looks, character, ambition, and initiative.” “Leave me, laddie,” I said. “Leave me to my fried egg.”

So we have a possible romance between Bingo and Cynthia, some plan of the mischievous twins, and Jeeves is interested in this deal... Is this the recipe for a perfect storm? Let's see in the next letter. Pip-pip!

#letters regarding jeeves #jeeves and wooster #bingo little #please jeeves #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #letters in the underground #the great sermon handicap #SERM

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gothicmama · 7 months

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Bilbo Thorin ABO Thing

I read a CoD Ghoap A/O fic that I can't find now but it's basically Ghost killing his way through all the other Alphas until he finds Soap and it got me thinking about something similar for Bagginshield, but less bloody. Bilbo fighting off other Alphas and Thorin fighting through the them, neither of them planned this, until they find each other. I might do a bloody version later though.

Bilbo nodded his agreement. “It certainly sounds like you all know what you’re doing. When will the Hunt take place, then?”

Balin tapped his chin thoughtfully before answering him. “We’ve been preparing for it for weeks now, but now that Thorin is completely healed and it’s safe for him to participate, we can finish the last few things up. It should only take another two weeks before we can get started.”

The Hobbit froze and for the second time in just five minutes he was sure he’d heard incorrectly. “Thorin? He’s going to?”

“Oh, yes, laddie, as an unmated king, it’s one of his responsibilities.” Balin barely held back a laugh at Bilbo’s surprised expression. “It is in the hopes that he might meet someone, but also as a way to prove his raw prowess and strength against other Alphas. That’s why it’s only for unmated kings, unless they wish to do the Hunt together as a couple. Most don’t though, there’s always the chance that things can go wrong in such a situation.”

“I understand that, yes.” Bilbo swallowed. He hid his hands under the desk and nervously wrung them together. “So, he will for sure be a hunter, as you called it?”

“Oh yes. We use the terms hunter and hunted, because those terms are not used solely for Alphas and Omegas respectively, but yes, Thorin, as an Alpha, will be a hunter.” Balin’s eyes twinkled over his glasses as he suddenly asked, “Will you be joining the Hunt, too, Bilbo?”

“Yes.” The answer popped out before Bilbo could even think about it.

(It took me 2000 words just to get to the point of this whole thing, wow)

#bagginshield #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #idk what this is #but its there

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hummingbird-of-light · 4 months

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In Our Favor

Part 59

McCoy

“Did- did he get help?” McCoy asked in a shaky voice. Scotty had just finished telling him Aporal’s story. “We saw Dr. Hudson. Aporal and the other survivors had to have had help when they returned. Someone to work through that trauma with.”

“I think so,” Scotty said as he snuggled in closer to McCoy’s side. They were sitting together, leaning against the headboard. “But even with Dr. Hudson we’ve still struggled at times.” Scotty was quiet for a moment and McCoy could almost hear his husband thinking about the incident the previous week in self defense class.

“And Aporal went through a much longer abduction than us.”

“How could the Federation not have found these beings? Aporal was rescued; didn’t they interrogate his captors?”

“I don’t know love,” Scotty said. “Even if they had, do ye think they’d have told him? Maybe the captors were killed in the rescue.” Scotty shrugged. “Aporal didn’t say.”

McCoy nodded as he let out a sigh.

“What a terrible thing,” he whispered.

“We’ll help.”

“Of course we will!” McCoy agreed. “I can’t begin to imagine,” he said in a whisper. “What we went through… to picture it going on for months…”

“He’s a strong lad- at least he puts up a strong front- but he needs us.”

“We’ll be there.”

McCoy woke up with a gasp. The room was dark around him. Confused for only a moment, he remembered vividly the colors of his nightmare and reached hurriedly for Scotty. One piece, Scotty was in one piece, and a sob of relief escaped the prince.

“Len?” Scotty murmured sleepily.

“Sorry,” McCoy whispered. “Go back to sleep.” He breathed deeply to settle his racing heart.

“What…?”

“A bad dream. I had a bad dream. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“S’alright,” Scotty said as he put an arm over McCoy and pulled him closer. “I’ve got ye.”

Comfort flowed over McCoy and he tucked his head down by Scotty’s chest. He could hear his husband’s heart and feel his breathing. Aporal’s story must have dug up McCoy’s own memories and he grimaced at the thought.

Morning came quickly and McCoy yawned as they walked to breakfast.

“Are ye alright?” Scotty asked.

“Hmm?”

“After waking up last night. Yer bad dream. Was it about- about the Romulans?”

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t remember much, just being very scared for you,” McCoy said. He could see their friends already sitting as they got their breakfast. He smiled tightly as Scotty squeezed his hand.

Plates full, they began to move across the hall.

“Oh.”

“What leannan?”

Scotty had stopped walking and was looking towards a table away from where they were heading.

“Aporal. He’s alone again,” Scotty said. McCoy could hear his frown.

“Maybe he wasn’t comfortable with our friends without you,” McCoy offered.

“Maybe,” Scotty said thoughtlessly. “I’m going over,” he said decisively.

“I’ll come too,” McCoy said. “He’s going to have to get used to us somehow.” He grinned and they changed directions.

Part 60

Scotty

Aporal looked quite surprised when Scotty and Leonard sat down across from him. He raised an eyebrow at them questioningly.

"Good morning, laddie."

"Good morning."

A weak chuckle left the Andorian's mouth when the boys both greeted him at the same time.

"Uhm... good morning, Scottish boy. Prince."

"Leonard," Scotty's husband corrected the other boy, knowing fully well that Aporal would never use his name though. It was a nickname that would stick with him for eternity. Like Jaylah's Just Leonard.

"Can I... help you with something?"

Aporal looked from one boy to the other. He wasn't used to others sitting down with him.

"Nae, not really. We just saw ye all by yerself and wanted to join ye," Scotty returned with a shrug of his shoulders and his counterpart sighed, before he took a sip of his coffee.

"So you really are serious about this whole friendship-deal, huh?"

Scotty nodded vigorously.

"Aye! Of course! Why wouldn't we?"

A crooked smile formed on Aporal's lips.

"I didn't exactly have any friends after..." He stopped himself and glanced at the ground. He didn't want to talk about it again, even though he probably knew that Leonard knew about it.

"Then I guess it's time for you to make some. And trust me when I say that that crew over there is the best," Leonard said, nodding his head at the table where their friends were sitting.

Scotty couldn't help but smile. Leonard was speaking from his own experiences. He had been welcomed into their little group quite quickly, after all.

"They don't judge you for anything. They accept you for the person you are. And they save your ass whenever it needs to be saved."

"They really are the best," Scotty agreed with his husband and Aporal seemed to think about their words for a moment.

"And what if they don't have good intentions? What if they'll stab you in the back once you aren't careful enough?"

Scotty sighed. How often had Aporal been betrayed by others? His trust issues appeared to be very big.

"Listen, I know these lads and lasses for years. And I trust them with all my life. They never let me down. Never!"

All their friends were good people. Aporal just had to get to know them better.

"Just... come and sit with us from time to time and see who they are?" Scotty suggested, hope filling his voice.

"I'll think about it," Aporal replied, before he finished his breakfast and got up.

"I've gotta go now."

Tray in his hand, he started to walk away, however, he stopped after a few steps and turned back to look over his shoulder.

"Uhm... thanks for sitting down me. I... appreciate it."

Without another word, he quickly headed off, leaving behind the Scott-McCoy couple.

"Don't worry, leannan. We'll break through that hard shell of his soon enough," Leonard assured his husband with a smile, squeezing his hand.

Scotty only nodded.

"Aye... I hope so."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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How fucking funny would it be if post-reunion, after everyone has settled down on The Revenge and accepted their weird found family, Izzy still pulled out the “I’m resigning, Ed!” speech every few months, like a kid marching down the end of their driveway to “run away forever, I’m definitely leaving this time, Dad!” Because he’s a supremely repressed gremlin of a man who doesn’t know how to receive validation unless he’s made a dramatic production of it via this intricate ritual. So everyone just accepts that on occasion Izzy will throw a hissy fit, passive aggressively pack up the dinghy, and Ed’s gotta go down there all, “Nooo, mate, we totally need you, don’t leave, what the fuck am I gonna do without my fearsome First Mate?🙄” Really laying it on thick so Izzy can soak up enough Toxically Approved Praise to survive another couple of weeks. Meanwhile, the crew is just watching this sad production, exchanging knowing glances. They’ve TRIED to be nice to Izzy—the whole mutiny thing was so last year, dude!—but outside of The Ritual he will straight up bite off anyone’s head who so much as tries to smile at him.

“Oh, you think I’ve got a flight or bite response? Mr. Hands earned his last name for a reason, laddie,” Buttons says while staring pointedly at Lucius’ finger. That’s obviously bullshit, but Buttons likes fucking with them on occasion. It’s great fun.

Stede’s place in The Ritual varies depending on everyone’s mood. Usually, he treats it like another fuckery production, making a big ta-do about how if Izzy really insists on leaving them—and wouldn't that be terrible? Simply terrible... right, everyone?—then he must take plenty of supplies with him and a bottle of the good brandy and this warm coat because it can get quite chilly at night, don’t you know? This allows Izzy to fly into a very cathartic rage about real pirates vs. gentry twats, leading to him oh so magnanimously deciding to stick around, if only to continue saving Ed from this dithering fool. Sometimes though Izzy has legit pissed Stede off, just like in the old days, and the crew has to run damage control to keep another duel from starting, Izzy having entirely forgotten his desire to leave under the allure of skewering Stede. That too is cathartic, but Ed tends to get tetchy when Stede stabs or is stabbed by anyone other than him.

Every once in a while Izzy will dig his heels in and actually launch the dinghy, heading towards… nothing, because we’re nowhere near land, you idiot, are we really doing this today? So the crew has got to drop everything else they’ve got going on and just… follow him. Izzy spends a couple hours angrily trying to out-row a top of the line ship while the others watch from the deck, occasionally yelling out corrections to his form: “Keep your shoulders steady—you’ll get farther away if you improve your posture.” “I know that!” They let him wear himself out and then tow him in for dinner.

One time Lucius and Pete are ~distracted~ while on the night watch and Izzy is actually able to slip away unnoticed. He's so pissed about it that he leaves in a true huff, that anger taking him all the way to the Republic. Two days later Buttons gets a seagull from Spanish Jackie basically saying that their wayward First Mate is stinking up her bar, you’d better pick him up before I kill a bitch. Ed and Stede arrive like fussy dads whose darling sent the playdate into turmoil; come along, Israel, that’s enough fun for one weekend.

Sometimes Jim is already hiding in the dinghy when Izzy tries to “escape” and the two of them spend a day talking shit, The Revenge floating nearby. Sometimes other pirates will find Izzy in random places and sternly steer him back towards the ship: “Do your parents Captains know you’re out here?” Once Izzy made the mistake of loading his get-away bag with half the strawberries put aside for a new cake and Roach very nearly took a limb in vengeance. Frenchie has a couple tunes that he only plays during The Ritual, to set the mood and all. Lucius has immortalized a number of the attempts in sketch form and slips them underneath Izzy’s door when he’s sure he’s not there to retaliate.

Years later, when all the crew have a lot more gray in their hair, Izzy flips them off and starts packing his things, same old, same old. Ed sidles up to Pete on the quarterdeck, sighing down at the display.

“Can you believe he’s still doing this?” he asks, shaking his head. “I thought he got it out of his system back on the Queen Anne.”

“Remember that time the rope broke and he lost us that dinghy?”

“Ha! I was ready to flog the bastard.”

And that’s how the crew learns that yes, Black Pete really did serve under Blackbeard holy shit.

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Izzy #Izzy Hands #OFMD Fic

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widgenstain · 3 years

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I remembered this photoshoot/interview from 2015 (TIME FLIES) the other week, but couldn’t find a full version on my blog and since it’s behind a paywall, I’m posting the full article here under the Read More.

It’s as I remembered, James Eloquent Bastard McAvoy gets to talk a lot and make great points about the art, while Andrew is a bit more in the background (with comments about his “skinny legs”, oh boy) but the video on the original article is lovely, it shows that they’re really all in the pic together and that my Celtic faves were actually talking to each other yusssss (also the description of Rory Kinnear cracked me up).

The drama kings

Theatrical tantrums or male bonding – what happened when Britain’s leading men got together for our photoshoot?

Ben Machell

Saturday April 04 2015, 6.58pm BST, The Times

What’s the collective noun for a roomful of actors? “A whinge,” says Russell Tovey.“A babble,” offers Tim Pigott-Smith. “A resting,” says Mark Gatiss, who then immediately changes his mind. “An ambition. No, a thrust! A thrust of actors!” he eventually decides, laughing.

Keeping one eye on his peers, he leans in conspiratorially. “Can you smell the testosterone?” We’re in a photographer’s studio in north London and the actors – suited, booted, ready for their close-ups – sit around a long table, chatting, drinking coffee and cooing over Tovey’s French bulldog, Rocky.There really is no testosterone to smell. The atmosphere is relaxed and convivial, as if I’ve accidentally walked in on a poker night arranged for some of the best leading men of the British stage. It’s friendly. It’s fun. “Actors tend to be quite good at getting on with people,” says Bertie Carvel, who is tall, dark and thoughtful. “If you’re an arsehole, people don’t want to work with you. You won’t get hired.”Wait, hang on … actors can’t be arseholes? “Well, there are a few arseholes,” he concedes, but insists that none of them is here today.

New faces wander into the studio and warm greetings are dispensed. Andrew Scott – an Olivier award winner in 2005 for his performance in the Royal Court’s A Girl in a Car with a Man – bear-hugs Carvel, himself a 2012 winner (Best Actor in a Musical) for his Miss Trunchbull in Matilda.

James McAvoy – three Olivier nominations and counting – arrives with his motorcycle helmet under one arm and gives out high-fives, while Rory Kinnear (two Oliviers, including Best Actor last year for his Iago) is more subdued, smiling and nodding at people in polite recognition, like a man at his wife’s office party.

A few moments later Michael Sheen walks in and mimes surprise at seeing Gatiss across the room. It transpires the two had arranged to meet for dinner tonight and then take in a show, but that neither had known the other was going to be here today. From a punter’s perspective, I say, there’s something quite nice about learning that.“Well, Mark and I have known each other for a long time,” says Sheen, explaining that, often as not, actors genuinely do end up being mates. “If you’ve spent six months doing the same theatre production night after night, and trying not to go insane, then that does bond you.”It’s been a bumper year for juicy male roles on the British stage, and those performances will be celebrated at next weekend’s Olivier Awards. Looking at these leading men, it begs the question: why, in 2015, do we have such a glut of theatrical talent?

To answer this, we first need to understand how the theatre has changed. Pigott-Smith, up for an Olivier for his lead role in King Charles III, has been working on stage for almost 50 years. “The profession is radically different today. All those old-fashioned images of the old actor laddie in a fedora with a trace of eye make-up have gone. When I started, it was much more hierarchical. Older actors were afforded a great deal more respect. But since then there’s been a democratisation that is very healthy.”

In other words, there is now less dead wood taking up space that could otherwise be filled by talented younger actors. This is in part because British theatre has been forced to become leaner, less complacent. “There’s not as much theatre around now,” says Pigott-Smith. “Which means there’s much more competition for less and less work.” This competition, in turn, raises everybody’s game. The result?A virtuous cycle of effort and ability.

Mark Strong talks about the undercurrent of competition that exists between actors. “It’s a complicated dynamic, a really odd balance,” he says. “Because you form these very, very tight relationships with people. They’re your pals, but then you’re also competing with them for work. There are a lot of us chasing a few jobs.”Strong – up for a 2015 Best Actor Olivier for Arthur Miller’s A View From the Bridge – suspects this competitive streak informs every performance he gives. “To be honest, I think I perform for my peers first and foremost. I don’t mean to belittle the audience, but it’s the other actors’ evaluation of my performance that I’m most interested in. We’re doing it for each other. We’re always trying to outdo each other, always trying to impress each other.”

I stand in the corner of the dressing room while some of them try on suits and have their hair and make-up done. Andrew Scott pulls a pair of trousers over his skinny legs and then frets about their length in the mirror. Gatiss charms the girls who are looking after the wardrobe and briefly flashes broad, hairy shoulders while changing shirts. Sheen sidles in carrying a slight paunch. He looks at the suits. “Anything that fits, I’m happy with.”

The hair and make-up people set about Sheen, McAvoy and Kinnear, who sit in a row, like three men at the barber’s. Sheen and McAvoy recently played on the same celebrity Soccer Aid football team, a team that happened to be coached by José Mourinho. It’s pretty obvious both men share a major man crush on the Chelsea manager. “I love him,” says McAvoy. “He texted me on Christmas Day,” says Sheen. Kinnear chips in: “What was he saying? ‘Stop texting me’?”

I grab McAvoy. For some reason, I can imagine him being a nightmare to play football against, niggly and ruthless. In person, he is confident and intense, especially when talking about the theatre. “I think it’s your job as a leading man to be first in, last out,” he says. “To work as hard as you possibly can. To identify the actor who is working hardest, and then work harder than them. Just to set the tone.”McAvoy – Olivier-nominated for his role as paranoid schizophrenic the 14th Earl of Gurney in The Ruling Class– has a theory about the enduring appeal of the stage.“The source of theatre is human sacrifice,” he says, looking me in the eye. “The first time we killed someone in front of a crowd to make the gods like us better, that’s where we got our theatre. And I think there’s still an element of that, when it’s frightening and electric, and you’re watching actors who are giving themselves in such a committed way that they are almost sweating blood. And that’s what I always try to do.”That sounds a bit extreme, I say. But then, he flashes, that’s his point. “I’d rather people went out twice a year to see a really good, dangerous piece of theatre in which they were genuinely concerned for the actor on stage, rather than just going to see loads of dead-easy bourgeois f***ing pieces of s***, the dead-easy stuff that gets put on just to sell out quickly.”

Bad theatre seems to physically upset McAvoy. “If you watch a bad film, you kind of just forget about it. It’s not such a headache. But a bad play? When I watch bad theatre, I feel like I’ve been hurt. I feel like someone has really annoyed me. Badly.” If this strikes you as a bit much, it’s nothing if not heartfelt. And it only reflects something that everyone I speak to emphasises, which is that actors – or these actors, anyway – genuinely love doing theatre work. It sounds like a luvvie thing to say, but then they are, in the nicest possible way, a bunch of luvvies. And besides, they all have their reasons. Matthew Macfadyen, for example, talks about appearing in Jeeves & Wooster in Perfect Nonsense last year. “I felt like I was doing a proper job.“I know that sounds ridiculous,” he says gently. “But I sort of felt nicely anonymous. You go in, you do your job, then go home. You’re not babied as much as you are in the TV business. You run into lots of people you’ve done jobs with in the past.” I say that makes it sound a bit like working on a building site. “It really is, yeah!” he says. “It’s lovely. I adore it.”

Nicholas Pinnock loves theatre work because of how close actors and audiences can get to one another, particularly given the present popularity of studio productions and theatre in the round. He’s currently starring in The Royale at the Bush, based on the story of early 20th-century African-American boxer Jack Johnson. “The other night there were two women on the front row crying,” he says. “Just because of the stuff we were doing on stage. It’s nice to be able to actually see those kinds of reactions. It gives you a different energy.”Does he ever worry about sounding a bit, well … thespy? He grins. “I got to a certain stage in my life when I stopped giving a f*** about what people thought. I can talk about acting all day long. I love it. It’s my job. Sometimes we fall into that cliché. But so what?”

One man who can’t talk all day about acting is Ralph Fiennes. He is the last actor to arrive at the studio, and his minder says that he has two minutes to answer questions. Everyone else hangs around, waiting for the final group shot, while Fiennes stands apart, looking out of the window.

So, I ask, what is it like when a load of actors all get together like this? He frowns. “I think it’s just like any group situation. You know you’re in the same business. But with a sense of recognition and common purpose,” he says in a voice that sounds a bit like the Prince of Wales. “Some of these people …” he starts, and then looks over at them. “I know Mark [Strong] a bit and I know Tim [Pigott-Smith] a little bit. But usually it’s a sense of easy camaraderie.”I ask him: what does looking at these people make you think about the present quality of British acting? “I think if you’re in a profession, you’re in it. It’s not often you’re taking a step back to think about it. That’s your job. A job for the critics and the journalists,” he says, and gives a tight laugh. Does he have any views on these other guys at all? “They are all actors I really admire,” he says, before being led across the studio to take centre stage in the shoot.

After that I speak to Russell Tovey, who’s been in a few Olivier award-winning plays, notably The History Boys. He is lovely, with all the offhand openness of an Essex hairdresser. So, I ask, what it’s like when a load of actors get together like this? “We like to sit around and have a bitch and a whine about things.”Really?“ Yeah! Actors like to sit down and have a good moan. But that’s because we’re dramatic. Obviously, that’s not happening today,” he adds quickly. “We’re all happy. We’ve all got these lovely suits on. We’re all over the moon!”

He says that, at the end of the day, every actor here knows that he is very fortunate. “We’re in that rare percentage of guys who can turn down work and feel secure that something else will come along. I still s*** myself whenever I turn down a job because I’ve got so many actor mates who aren’t working at all. But I’m so lucky. I’ve bought a place. I’m paying a mortgage. I can go out and buy a pair of shoes and not worry about it.”But it’s not really about the shoes, he continues. It’s just that he’s completely in love with his job. And I think that, deep down, the same is true of everyone else in the room. They may be a bunch of luvvies but, lucky for us, they’re bloody good ones, too.“At the end of the day I love pretending to be someone else,” says Tovey. “I mean, in what other job can you scream and cry and then, at the end, have someone pat you on the back and say, ‘Well done’? I do it because I need it. I think we all do,” he says. “Psychoanalyse that.”

The 2015 Olivier Awards, presented by Lenny Henry, will take place at the Royal Opera House, London, on April 12 (olivierawards.com)

The line-up: who’s who

Standing, from left:

Mark Gatiss, 48.

About to star in new Donmar show The Vote with Dame Judi Dench and Catherine Tate, from April 24.

Tim Pigott-Smith, 68.

Nominated for Best Actor in 2015 for King Charles III at the Almeida and Wyndham’s theatres.

Julian Ovenden, 38.

Currently starring in Olivier Best Revival-nominated show, My Night With Reg at the Apollo until April 11.

Bertie Carvel, 37.

Won Best Actor in a Musical in 2012 as Miss Trunchbull in Matilda; about to star in Bakkai at the Almeida, with Ben Whishaw, from May 29.

Matthew Macfadyen, 40.

Starred in 2014’s Olivier Best New Comedy Jeeves & Wooster in Perfect Nonsense

Nicholas Pinnock, 41.

Playing a heavyweight boxer in The Royale, at the Bush Theatre until April 18.

Iwan Rheon, 29.

Won Best Supporting Actor in a Musical in 2010 for Spring Awakening.

Rolan Bell, 31.

Nominated for 2015 Olivier Best Actor in a Supporting Role in a Musical for his role in Memphis the Musical at the Shaftesbury Theatre.

Seated, from left:

Rory Kinnear, 37.

Won Best Actor Olivier in 2014 for Othello at the National. Stars in The Trial at the Young Vic from June 19.

Mark Strong, 51.

2015 Olivier Best Actor nominee for A View from the Bridge at the Young Vic. Run ends April 11.

Ralph Fiennes, 52.

Starring in Man and Superman at the National Theatre until May 17.

Russell Tovey, 33.

Starred in Olivier-winning play The History Boys, and The Pass at the Royal Court in 2014.

Andrew Scott, 38.

Won Outstanding Achievement Olivier for A Girl in a Car with a Man at the Royal Court in 2005.

James McAvoy, 35.

Nominated for Best Actor at the 2015 Olivier Awards for The Ruling Class which closes on April 11.

Michael Sheen, 46.

Has been nominated for a total of four Olivier Awards – for Amadeus,

Look Back in Anger, Caligula and the Donmar Warehouse’s 2006 production of

Frost/Nixon. Played Hamlet at the Young Vic in 2011-12.

Jamie Campbell Bower, 26.

About to star in Bend It Like Beckham, playing the coach, Joe, at the Phoenix Theatre from May 15.

THE SHOOT

Styling

Jane Taylor-Hayhurst.

Grooming

Nicky Weir at Sarah Laird using MAC.

Hair

Craig Taylor at One Represents for Hari’s Salon SW3 using Kiehl’s.

Ralph Fiennes

Nathalie Eleni using MAC and Braun.

James McAvoy

Jennie Roberts at Stella Creative Artists using Paul Mitchell.

#james mcavoy #andrew scott #michael sheen #mark strong #russell tovey

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Looking at the deleted scenes

so my last post looking into a scene to hear what they said was a deleted scene and that honestly got me on a kick now about looking though them all. This one is mainly going to be just taking about them/details more then a what I heard post. So here we go.

1- fighting over rooms

This was in the script and the book but never made it into the film, Sam was in the room Michael wanted and they fought for it. So this scene is the context behind Sam bolting down the stairs “MOM PLEASE! Ma! You gotta help me!” “S o o n”

Sam’s got a serious comic collection, which he organises(I see the hulk but no Batman)

Sam mumbling the song he later sings in the tub!! (Ain’t got no home)

“oh no no no, this is MY room. You, spidey and richie rich and the rest of the boys are outta here.” Michael I love you.

“My way or the highway bud” Sam I love you

Michael: I’ll flip you for it *LITERALLY PICKS SAM UP AND FLIPS HIM UPSIDE DOWN*

Sam bites this man in the leg- Michael also notably mumbles ‘lil shit’ as his brother rushes away laughing

Y’all I am in LOVE they are literally just siblings

2- Kitchen that night

This was also script/book. I mean duh because it’s a deleted scene. Basically just talking after dinner

Lucy has two big pictures of her mother ‘hi mom’

Sam is trying to fix the stereo but it keeps popping also Sam wearing the bandana! Cutie lmao

The stereo starts playing lost in the shadows (also like how when Dwayne hits it, it plays good times)

Michaels “sammmmmmm”

Michael just “I dunno if I’m going back to school” he dead ass went ✨I wanna drop out✨

Sam swoops in and starts dancing with Lucy it’s to cute I’m gonna explode

Sam and Lucy dragging him in , Sam straight up head locking Mike and Lucy’s dance is gonna

3- extension of Michael following star

Honestly this should have stayed in. It gives star a bit more character and it also makes Michael slightly less creepy in his actions. THIS IS WHERE THE PHOTO OF LADDIE COMES FROM!

Star: are you following me?*laugh*

Michael, confidently: yea, I am

Star:

How star is laughing and smacking gum watching this dork

Laddie like :0 the whole time

The way she says “well, talk” In a half laugh

SAM ACTUALLY CUTS THEM OFF FROM THEIR CONVO WITH “moms here” that’s why she goes off

LADDIE NOTICING SAMS VAMPIRES EVERYWHERE COMIC!!

“She wants me , all of me” - Sam Emerson 1987

4- Michaels job

Self explanatory, honestly I think this scene should have been kept in for little more past actually establishing that the movie is longer then a few days. Really it’s more like a few weeks

The drunk dude laying on the beach left over from the night before

Hhhhhhhh shirtless Michael hhhhhh

SAM AND THE FUN TUBE I REMEMBER THIS FROM THE BOOK

This kid is trying to read a comic in the ocean

Sam gets splashed by the surf nazis

Michael gets tricked by hair lmao

5- video store that afternoon

Weird note but Maria is called Marie? However in all media she’s called Maria??

Marie gives her little backstory, how she owes max

Max is busy during the day you see

Lucy is such a sweetie “there’s my boys! :D” “my sons my sons”

Michael trying to give Lucy his left over Christmas money and all that 🥺

Sams “bye mike!”

6- talking again

Second night extended talks

They used to come spend summers in Santa Carla

M: where’s your little brother?

S: hes not my little brother

The audio cut out :(

Grandpa asks Lucy about her boss “oh you know him?” “Oh I’ve seen him around”

GRANDPA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“Yea if i knew I was gonna live this long I woulda taken better care of myself”

8- morning

Sam watching the stuffed mountain lion

Nanook going after the rears of the stuffed hunting dogs- sir-

“Chill out Nanook”

Sam gets noosy and looks in on the Taxidermy and Grandpa chooses to gross him out lmao

“Nanook, this is my life , I come from a broken home. My mom works all day, my brother SLEEPS all day and my grandfathers possibly a alien who stuffs chipmunks” SAM I LOVE YOU

Sam sneaks a bit of grandpas weed

I’m going to sob I’m gonna sob it’s like a bit of the leaf! Sam baby never change

Grandpa walks in- Sam gets offended and tells him to stop with the Indian walk (this implies that he just straight up sneaks up on Sam non stop lmao I love him)

This blends into the “let’s go to town” scene

9- Michaels “morning after

The video I’m watching titled it this and I’m losing my shit so I’m keeping it. ALSO AGAIN THE MAGGOTS AND THE BRIDGE SCENE ARENT ON THE SAME NIGHT. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN KEPT IN TO ESTABLISH THAT

Michael not being able to lift his weights

“I can’t remember to much, not after the Chinese food that looked like maggots” Sam slowly putting down his apple lmao

“Hey mike, you think grandpas a alien?”

Mike “mom and I didn’t wanna tell you two early” lmao

Nanook and Michaels salty feet. I still don’t get this part

“That was some pretty funky Chinese food”

MICHAEL IS NOT WEARING ANYTHING UNDER THE ROBE AND HE HAS FUCKING TIGHTY WHITIES

Mike just placing his full hand over sams face

10-

Went over this last night

Max having thorn sit shot gun

His baseball cap that’s it just his hat

11- max and Lucy date pre phone call

Again for character development , like star. Like he doubles as a love interest and villain you think they’d leave the little parts with him in it in the movie

Max saying “I know what it’s like to be alone”

He says protecting mother in Latin(I think?) then English - NERD

“Lioness with her Cubs” she laughs THEYRE REALLY CUTE- STOP

“I think my mothering days are just about over” “well, they don’t have to be” SUBTLE

Max trying to show off with a fancy order shsisososososos

Max goes all out and spoils with the expensive order and Lucy is all !!! ☺️ no one touch me

They’re actually really cute and it makes me so mad they cut out moments like this for him and star? Because even with these they don’t get that much time but they get that much more character

13- Mike they’re here! Introductions

Should have been kept simply because there’s a huge gap

“This guy looks more like a zombie”

“Should I run him though?”

MICHAELS EYELINER

Mike is so sarcastic

“David! It’s David isn’t it?! He’s the leader! David ansisosososoos” mikes deflated “yea”

In conclusion these all should have stayed in the film and I am still upset over this. Also if there’s any more or any one that I missed: gimme

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #deleted scenes #star the lost boys #max the lost boys #grandpa emerson #lucy emerson #sam emerson #Michael Emerson #laddie Thompson #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys

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larrysballetslippers · 3 years

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Harry is Louis' baby: X-factor edition

So... I watched the x-factor journey of One Direction again. Why? Well...because I'm a masochist and love suffering. Because I like watching old videos of 1d and not sleeping at reasonable hours. I was cozy in my bed, enjoying and crying about my little beans singing their hearts out. But then…

I got to week two of the live show and noticed something I never noticed before and I watched this part like three times already. Larry being already a literal couple!!!

Now you're probably thinking: "Aaliyah, they've been couple-goals since the day they met", no no, this is different. Let me show you how this is different, with my poor editing skills. Somebody probably made a post about this already, but I couldn’t find it, so… I’m pretending I found new information, hehe. I should be writing my fanfic, but what's our life's motto ladies? ~~PROCRASTINATION~~

First, enjoy my little beans trying their absolute best to wave on queue. My baby Zayn being a little late. (This is week 1, btw)

So, we begin week two with nothing special, cooking stuff, eating stuff, interview stuff, blah di blah di blah. But then... it's rehearsal time! There’s a problem!! Oh no, what happened? Poor baby Harry is so nervous he's getting sick. I first thought this was just drama, but no, he's actually nervous and can't sing.

The judge lady I don’t know the name of gives the audience an explanation why screwing up in a band is worse than screwing up alone. Like, we get it lady, let’s move on...

So we go to the performance, Liam starts singing, Kelly Clarkson, always fun. Doing good, doing good. They do well on the chorus too. It’s all gifs, I don’t know how to edit videos. I’ll put the video down below.

Then we go to verse 2, wait!!!! Liam is singing again, but why??? We have another very talented boy who is pushed to be the favorite of this band, not to mention four other talented kids, why isn't he singing?

He's not singing because he can't, without throwing up at least. And I can prove it, hahaahhah ha ha *insert evil laugh*. Before we go any further, let appreciate these two adorable beans dancing together. I’m not crying, you’re crying.

Okay, let’s move on. In the next horribly edited pic you can see where Harry was supposed to stand. He should stand in the middle, in the first and/or second verse. I think both, because Liam is singing right now. They reheared it that way, so that’s the final decision, or is it?

In the live show the order changed, that’s very weird. Now Liam stands in the middle, during the first verse and chorus.

Now, Harry should move to the middle to do his solo, but no no no. Zayn moves to the middle for the rest of the song, ending it.

Now, why would they do that last minute? I think they wanted the spotlight away from Harry, so he wouldn’t puke on national television. They gave his solo to Liam and let him blend in the background. Of course, the camera still followed him, but at least he didn’t have to look at them. He has come so far, I’m so proud of him.

Now we know Harry wasn't capable of singing a solo this week, we can go to the Larry part, because that's probably why you're here. We know that Louis was all over Harry, all the time, like every single scene. But... the thing is, it wasn't like that in the beginning. Except for a few cute moments, like this one: Spot the couple.

It's rehearsal time, Harry isn't feeling well, everyone's concerned. They form a ‘worry circle’ for the dramatic effect. Louis isn't in the ‘worry circle’, but we know he's in the area. My poor baby, I can't watch this scene a lot, it makes me cry.

When Harry starts explaining why he was nervous, the older laddy lad looks very fondly at him. Like everybody is looking at the camera, except…Mr sbb. It was so quick, you wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t look for it.

Believe when I say it only gets worse. When they start performing, Louis just looks like a proud father tbh, just look at this. Harry does his little dislocated shoulder dance and Louis just fonds.

I made some cute chorus gifs that don’t add to my post, but I just saved these for myself.

Now we have made gifs of every second, let’s analise some stuff again. You would think after this, Harry would leave Louis’ side and do his thing. Nope, he doesn’t leave him for a second.

The groups breaks apart in two. Now we have Niall, Liam and Zayn as one group. HarryandLouis^tm as the other group. The two groups go to both sides of the stage, I’m not saying that was the plan, but that’s what I’m saying.

I know I just said the team probably put Harry there to get him out of the spotlight, but listen to me reaching for a sec. Harry needed Louis, Louis made Harry feel comfortable. What if Louis proposed to stand next to him, or Harry asked Louis? We know how close they were and how Louis was literally the most emotinal stable of the band.

Let me explain. Niall was a ball of energy and in his own world. Zayn was super shy and nervous. Liam was too focused on the singing part. Harry… we’ve seen how nervous Harry was... I’m not saying Louis wasn’t nervous, not at all, but we know he always puts others before himself. He cares for people’s wellbeing, that’s in his nature. He is a natural leader, but in a caring way. He held them up, so the band could shine. In this case he needed to hold Harry up, so his favorite boy wouldn’t fall apart.

You don’t believe me, fine, let me show you some more. Let’s skip to the end of the performance.

Cute right? You know what isn’t cute? The fact Louis doesn’t let Harry go, ever!!!

Okay I lied, sorry. He lets him go, FOR 2 SECONDS!!! This next gif is 1.2 seconds...

Then we go right back to being clingy boyfriends.

I cut the judges out, because I just don’t want to watch their ughly faces. Sorry not sorry. The lady I don’t know the name of gives them a compliment. The obvious one, “The girls will love you.” Harry becomes cheeky, but Louis doesn’t let him go.

I skipped a lot, but Louis stays there with his hand for two and a half judges. He removes his hand for a second, but it goes back right away. This is becoming a problem mates, you’re not being laddy lads right now.

Okay I’m done making gifs, just watch the video please. He just keep Harry close the whole time, it’s too mushy mushy for me. Not really, I love it.

When they’re done with the interview, Harry yeets out of there. He just walks away, with a small wave, but he’s sprinting.

I’m not saying they were in a relationship at this point, but you can see with who Harry feels most comfortable. Harry is noticebly nervous for the whole day, but he keeps it dry, his eyes and the floor. Louis reassures Harry the whole performance and even minutes after. I just wanted to show you the importance of the beginning stages of a relationship. Harry knows he can count on Louis when he’s at his lowest, even before they were romanticly attached. Louis knows Harry trusts him and can rely on him. They supported each other from the biginning and I think that’s beautiful.

So this was basicly just a compliation of sweet-cheeks reassuring his babycakes, and I live for it. I hope your day is a little bit better with this information. Enjoy this last gif of my cuties.

Here’s the video btw

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#so that was a ride #I don't know what this was #but I'm done #gif making is not my thing #I don't even know how to tag this #baby husbands #1d x-factor #harry is louis' baby #hope you liked it

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A Reading: Part 10 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem! Witch Reader)

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Warnings: cursing, the frogs are canonically jerks, prejudice,

Word Count: 3k

"Bye, Lucy!" You called, walking out of the video store. It had been a few months since Max's death, since the time you'd accidentally stumbled onto the town of Santa Carla. Summer had left, as well as most of the summer tourists. Yet, you had stayed.

You'd stayed as a safe avenue of communication between the Emerson's and the coven at first. You and Mrs. Johnson talked terms, this time without Grandpa's presence, and dictated what would happen after.

It was decided the boys would stay in Santa Carla, as would the Emerson's. They'd live in avoidance, mostly. The Emerson's wouldn't tell anyone about the coven, would call off the Frogs, and the boys wouldn't attempt to turn or kill any of the Emerson's, or their friends. And, for the first few weeks, avoidance had worked. Until Star needed to get some of her things.

All of the Emerson's, except Grandpa, came to the cave. It was quickly decided that the boys didn't feel comfortable having a retired vampire hunter know where they slept, but that didn't mean they'd been successful in avoiding an interaction with the Frogs. You'd watched how the boys hovered, not knowing how to treat the brunette as she hurried to stuff what she needed into trash bags. They'd decided not to leave the humans alone in their den, but to spend the time acting as if they simply weren't there. Michael stood by the entrance to her room, but it was proven quickly that he was no help at all. He avoided eye-contact with any of the boys, and almost hadn't even introduced himself to you. The only help seemed to be Lucy, and, quickly, you understood why Max had risked so much for the woman. To the point of getting himself, and almost his son's, killed.

She'd regarded you all with a warmth that was uncommon from anyone not apart of the supernatural world, and her first words had been,

"Wow, this place is amazing!" As she looked around the cave. After that, it'd been hard to be anything except nice to her. She quickly ruined the boys' original plan by introducing herself and asking for their names, and you saw the boys look uncharacteristically embarrassed when she mentioned something about a motorcycle interaction. "And you are?" She asked, and you'd given her name freely. She'd looked you over, and then at the boys. You could see the wheels turning in her head, and she tried to politely ask, "Are you...one of Max's children?" She asked, and you laughed in surprise before quickly shaking your hands.

"No, no. I'm not- I'm human. I'm just-" You'd been cut off by a gruff voice, one you quickly realized belonged to one of the camo-wearing teens. The one wearing the red bandana to be precise.

"A witch." He said, like the simple word disgusted him. He and his brother were standing near the stone steps, with the youngest Emerson only a step besides them. You frowned at the wannabe hunter, part of you wishing you'd given him more than a scare that one day, but you glare quickly proved to shake whatever tough resolve he had. He and his brother took a step back, as if you might curse them. Lucy was quick to say,

"Edgar! That's not polite." She said the last sentence with a tilt of her head, and you couldn't help but smile at the look she gave him. You heard a snicker behind you, and you knew it was Paul without having to look. The Frogs looked at eachother, before Edgar shuffled his feet and muttered an apology. Even if it was a sorry excuse for one, you accepted it. She gave him a warm smile, and then one to you as well. She lifted her brows and moved her shoulders, her voice sweet as she said,

"Well, let's get started, shall we?" You helped her help Star. She took her time to actually fold the clothes before putting them into the bags, while Star was just throwing what she could into them. It was clear she didn't want to stay long, and she was murmuring to herself the entire time. Though, for Lucy's sake, she eventually just started giving you and Lucy the clothes for the pair of you to fold. The younger boys, to make themselves useful, ran up any bags and boxes of things that Star was going to take with her. After about a half hour, she'd gotten more brave and began walking around the cave to find whatever discarded items she claimed as her own. She didn't speak the boys, until Paul came over, to you specifically, with a box of sorted cadettes. You arched a brow and gave him a look, and he glanced over to where Star was packing in her make-shift room.

"These ones are hers, but I don't think she wants to, y'know." He said, tilting his head towards her. You could guess the rest of his sentence. He figured Star was avoiding them for a reason, whether it be out of embarrassment or a want to distance herself from her previous vampirism. You also guessed that not all of the boys wanted to talk to her either. You'd noted how Marko had flown high into the cave, deciding to focus on spray painting something on the ceiling rather than what was going on below. How David sat in his chair, having turned it away from all of you as he read. You gave him a smile and beckoned him close. He smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, bracing his hands on your upper arms as he did so. You quietly told him,

"Thank you. You're sweet." And he accepted the compliment with a smile and a nod, before he was waltzing back over towards their music collection to rearrange it now that it was partially empty. You brought the box over to Star, asking her,

"Um, these are yours?" And she gave you a look of surprise. Her eyes flicked to the blonde that was sitting on the floor, and she gave you a polite smile and a nod before she took the box from your arms. She placed it with the rest of the stuff that she was taking, and you went back over to Lucy to help her organize what she could. You hadn't noticed the tallest of the boys coming closer until Dwayne was right besides you. You didn't jump, as you were already used to the quietest of the boys. Lucy did, however, and she placed a hand over her chest at the sight of him.

"Oh!" She said, and both of you gave her a small grin before Dwayne held out a stuffed bear to you. You only had to glance at it once to know that it belonged to the youngest of the previous coven, and your eyes flicked to the curly haired brunette when she came out with another pile for you and Lucy. She froze at the sight of one of the vampires, and you watched as Dwaynes eyes met hers. She gulped before slowly continuing her original path, gently putting down the clothes. Dwayne held out the bear, before he said,

"For Laddie." And Star gave him a nod after she took it. Dwayne nodded back, a silent communication passing between them, before he began to walk away from where you'd set up. Before he could escape completely, Lucy suggested,

"You could- If you want to, you boys could help the others take stuff up. I mean, dear, you're going to want your bed, right?" Lucy asked the girl, and Lucy paused. She looked at Lucy, before glancing at Dwayne. Another beat passed, another moment of silent communication between the brunettes, before Star said a small,

"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose. I need my bed frame, and Laddies stuff too." And Dwayne was whistling at the other boys. The only one that responded was Paul, who was pushing himself up to stand and jogging over. You didn't expect David to come, he wouldn't respond to something like that, but you sighed when the three of you glanced up at where Marko was stubbornly sitting. Paul scratched his head, and you sighed.

You knew Marko was stubborn. You'd quickly found that out after living with them for a few weeks. He was only second to David, but he'd quickly decided to take Laddie and Stars reinstated humanity as a personal insult. It didn't help that some of the humans present were supposed to be the ones that murdered him. You looked up at him and called,

"Marko?" While he wasn't completely needed, you knew things would go smoother if he did. Plus, it would help make them look better in the eyes of the non-supernatural beings. Marko didn't say a word in reply, but you saw his head turned. He narrowed his eyes at the Frogs, before his eyes shifted to you. You tilted your head. They'll leave quicker if you help, you thought, and you watched as he slowly shook the can. And you can just get Laddies stuff, you added. He considered it, but ultimately shook his head. It seemed he wasn't ready to move on yet. You bit your lip, shrugging as you looked at Paul and Dwayne. Under his breath, you heard Alan mutter,

"Vampires. Bad hosts." And the Frogs looked up to see you and Dwayne glaring at them, while Paul rolled his eyes and shook his head. Lucy gave him a look, but didn't correct him.

"I'll get Stars bed." Paul said, and he walked brazenly towards Stars room. "'scuse me, chica." Paul said as he passed Star, and lifted the bed up like it didn't weigh a thing. When he was out of Stars makeshift room, he was able to lift it above his head easily. "So, like, how are we doing this?" He asked, and the humans, the ones who hadn't already been half-vampires themselves, stared at his show of strength.

It was quickly decided that they were going to strap a bed to the roof of each car, as they'd brought two, and they would strap the bed frames on top. Moving the beds was easy for the boys, with Dwayne and Paul simply carrying them up towards the darkness of the night. The only issue was the bedframes. They were awkward to lift and not as flexible as the mattresses themselves, so they still had to be carried by two people. You were just about to offer to help Paul carry up Laddie's bed while Michael and Dwayne tried to get Stars through the entrance of the cave when you heard a flutter besides you.

"I got it." Marko said, reaching to give your arm a squeeze. You gave him a wide smile. Thank you, you thought. He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, before he gave you one of his mischievous grins and said, "No problem. You just owe me one now." And he was quick to dance himself out of swatting range. You watched as Paul let out a small cheer of,

"Hell yeah, man." And clapped him on the shoulder. "I'll go first." He said, and lifted his end of the bed. Marko lifted his with ease, but quickly said,

"No way. You're gonna fall on your ass if you lead." And he moved to hold the bedframe behind him and the pair of blondes went to follow the brunettes into the tunnel. It went, admittedly, a little smoother than the brunettes had gone. You blamed it on Michael not having a comparable amount of strength, and not on the fact that he couldn't follow Dwaynes directions when he told him he was tilting it the wrong way.

Lucy had sided up next to you, watching the boys with you now that everything had been sorted and packed. With nothing else to take up and most of the vampires gone, the younger teens were having a look around. They avoided the side that David was sitting in, and you shook your head when you watched them pick up one of the boys' many finds. You saw that Lucy had noticed as well, and you watched her open her mouth to undoubtedly tell them to put it down.

"It's fine." You said, cutting her off and assuring her. "The boys are hoarders anyways." You joked, earning a light laugh from her. The two of you were quiet for a moment, and you opted to watch the boys until the three of them noticed and quickly stopped touching whatever they had been. Again, the pair of you laughed. After a moment, Lucy knocked her arm against yours gently, saying,

"Well, I think we made a good team today." She started, and you gave her a nod in agreement. She was nice, and you were sure the boys agreed too. After a moment, she said, "The boys...They seem rather taken with you." She commented, and you knew what she was too polite to directly ask. If you were honest, you didn't know what you were to any of them. You'd been their protector, their ambassador, and now...You weren't sure. But you knew that David hadn't rescinded your invitation to stay yet.

"Yeah." You agreed simply, keeping your reply vague and looking over towards the platinum blonde. To your surprise, he lifted his head from his book. He glanced over at you, something swirling in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. You sent him a small wave, and he responded to it by giving you an arch of his brow. You rolled your eyes. You should've known that David was allergic to any form of being nice. When you went to glance back over at him, he was standing besides you. Alright, that made you jump.

"Lucy," He started, his eyes flicking to the short-haired woman besides you and ignoring you altogether. "You still work at Video Max's, right?" He asked, and the woman almost seemed a little surprised that David knew. Or, maybe, that he was even talking to her. She gave him a nod, and, before she could verbally respond, David said, "How would you like to own it?" And your mouth nearly fell open at the offer. You were quick to look at the woman besides you. She lifted a hand to her mouth, pausing as if she didn't know what to say. He'd caught the younger boys attention as well, who looked ready to pounce and protect at the slightest sign that this was a trick.

"I-I," She paused, running a hand over her face. "Own it?" She asked, repeating his words. He gave her a charming smile, one that could make even an elderly woman blush.

"Well, we inherited it after Max's death and we don't really have the same," He paused to find the word. "Interests as he did. You already work there and it practically makes money just by being open, so," He paused to glance at you. You'd been wondering what he was doing, why he was doing this. It struck you then. He'd been swimming around your head, and this was his attempt at being nice. "If you want it, it's yours."

Lucy would've had to be stupid to refuse. She'd been the owner since that day, and David had been right. Even with all of the tourists gone, the store still made money just by being open. Lucy had sent the teens up while she talked with David about the store, and the three of you had gone up to find an interesting sight.

Dwayne and Michael were still trying to tie the bed-frame to the bed, before Star finally bat away his hands and helped Dwayne tie it. Marko and Paul had already finished, and you saw the pair of them talking to Sam of all people. The Frogs seemed to have decidedly pulled away from the vampires at first, but it seemed that they'd subconsciously moved closer to hear the boys' conversation. You saw him commenting on all of Markos patches, which Marko showed off proudly, and Paul was yapping a mile a minute about the thrift stores they could show Sam so he wouldn't get scalped by the boardwalk prices. You even heard him add a small jab of,

"Like some people." And you watched as Michael gave him a half-hearted punch to the shoulder. Michael seemed to do it without even realizing, seeming shocked with himself, and momentarily terrifed, but Paul was already laughing it off. "Ooh, do it again Mikey I think I liked it." Paul joked, and you quickly cleared your throat before he could say anything worse in front of the woman besides you. Lucy has gone over to go fret over her son's, questioning Michael just on how frequently he punched people, when David had reached for your hand. The leather was cool and smoothing against your fingertips, but his hold was strong. He gave your hand a squeeze when you looked at him, and, for the first time, you thought David almost looked relaxed. He'd given you a tug, but it was you that stepped closer and let him put his arm around you.

Since then, the avoidance rule had been discarded. Laddie had been momentarily adopted by the Emerson's until they found his birth family, which was proving to be harder than they thought. Laddie had been a runaway even before the boys found him. Dwayne and the others wanted to be apart of the little boys life, even if it was just to babysit him on the boardwalk. This led to a strange, silent agreement with Star. Even though you didn't know any better, you almost wanted to say that her moving out and distancing herself had been the best thing for their friendship.

Speaking of friendship, Sam had developed a sort of one with Paul and Marko, one that exasperated Michael to no end. Especially when Paul claimed that he preferred his little brother. And Michael? It had taken the longest for Michael to truly shed any lingering negativity he had towards the boys, but it was decided that he would have to eventually when Lucy offered you a job at the store. One that you'd been hesitant to accept, but had decided to so you could pay the boys some sort of rent. Even if it was only to make you feel better about your current living situation. Even if it lead to you being even more tied to Santa Carla, and the vampires that inhabited it.

But you brushed all those thoughts aside for now. Sam had called you during your shift, and you had a certain pair of brothers to worry about.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys x reader

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Back By The Bay

(Story Post; Bonus Sketch At End)

Nathan took Reid up on his offer to go with him to see the bear man again. It was the first time Nathan had to take the kids on a plane and he had no idea what to expect. Just having one baby on a flight was enough to annoy some people, but two that could shapeshift? A whole new game. At the very least, they proved that they were more likely to stay human around strangers so Reid was happy to sit with both in his lap. They got very lucky and the twins napped for the whole flight and only cried when they were woken up to be put back in their carriers at the end of the flight. They promptly fell right back to sleep then. Once again, Nathan was nervous on the drive over. He’d asked Korsgaard if his son would be available to go with them, but while Korsy was in town, it was his day off, so the werewolf was stuck with Hanover again. Introducing the twins to their father just wasn’t something Nathan had expected to do for all the months he’d carried them. Kent simply hadn’t been calculated into his plans and now here he was about to meet them in person.

“Have some water, Nathan,” Reid offered to calm him down. “You look pale.” “I look pale?” Nathan retorted, taking the water anyway. “Well, paler than usual,” Reid said rolling his eyes. “You’ll be alright. You’ve dealt with Kent already.” “Not alone. Not without Dax,” Nathan said. “That’s why I’m here, laddie,” Reid said. “You’re not alone. You have nothing to be afraid of.” “I feel like this is a mistake,” Nathan said. “I keep wishing Dax was here. I can’t get him out of my head.” Reid smiled. “That’s alright. Sometimes you need time apart to really realise how you feel.” “But he cheated on me,” Nathan argued. “I shouldn’t feel this way about someone who would do that.” “You know my opinion on the matter and I won’t bore you with repetition…” When the van pulled up to the cottage, Kent was outside again waiting for them. Nathan got out first, carrying the twins strapped to his back and chest. He waved to Kent and the bear man came over. “…This is them…” Kent said, freezing in front of Nathan. “They’re here.” “Good afternoon to you, too,” Nathan said, a bit annoyed. “My week was fine. How was yours?” “Sorry if I don’t waste my time greetin’ you, I only just met my children for the first time,” Kent said. “My week was shit, just waitin’ to see them in person.” “First of all, language,” Nathan said. “Second, do not tell me being a decent human being to the father of your children is a waste of time, and third, I lied. My week was shit too.” “Oh, so I can’t say shit, but you can?” Kent growled. “Don’t growl at me in front of my kids!” Nathan said. “Now, now, boys,” Reid said coming over and placing his hands on the werewolf’s shoulders. “Let’s bring it down a notch, shall we?” “Now who the f—Rrr! Who is this?!” Kent said, pushing Reid’s chest making him step back. “You replacin’ celery stick already?” “No, no, it’s me!” Reid said, offering a hand. “Dr. Reid Gardi. I was the doctor who discovered Nathan’s pregnancy. We met briefly.” “I don’t remember you at all,” Kent huffed. “Ah… That’s fair,” Reid said, though he looked a little let down. “I had different hair and such…” Kent glared at Nathan. “You said it’d just be you and the kids.” “Yeah, well I didn’t want to come back alone,” Nathan said. “You haven’t done much to make me trust you.” Kent looked Reid up and down, scowling. “So, what’s your deal then?” “My deal?” Reid asked. “Everyone’s got somethin’ goin’ on.” Kent patted himself then placed a hand on Nathan’s head. “Bear. Wolf. Fuckin’ thunderbirds, aliens, and shit. What’s with you?” “Oh. Uh, I mean I’m just human,” Reid said. “But I research the paranormal and such…” “He used to fuck ghosts, something went wrong, and he pretty much died. He was brought back, now he looks like this,” Nathan said. “Does that answer your question?” Kent huffed. “Pretty much.” He looked down at Grace strapped to Nathan’s chest. “…Can I hold them?” “Oh. Sure… Let’s start with one, though.” Nathan took Grace out and let Kent hold her. She was still a bit drowsy from her nap and whined as she was moved, but once she was in the bear man’s big hands, she curled back up and closed her eyes. Kent smiled and held her close, moving the hair out of her face. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to hide the tears coming to his eyes. “Come inside.” Nathan let Reid go ahead of him so Kent couldn’t slam the door in his face. Once they got inside though, Nathan stopped in his tracks. Sitting on the couch waiting for them was Dax himself, looking incredibly nervous. “…Dax,” Nathan said. “Why are you here? When did you get here?” Dax got up quickly and opened his hands. “I only got here about a half hour ago, Kent and I only just talked briefly. And I am so sorry, I know you wanted a whole week apart, but I… I was scared, and I didn’t want to risk losing you and—” Nathan went up and hugged his boyfriend. Dax was shocked but he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Nathan, careful of Gabriel in the back. He buried his face in the werewolf’s shoulder. “…I’m sorry. I missed you too much…” Nathan sniffled and pulled away a bit. “I am happy you’re here because I missed you, but how did you get here? Did you guys arrange this?” “Well, I… Actually, I called Kent, and I told him I wanted to come back because I think we still all need to talk, and he agreed, you know, reluctantly…” He looked over at Kent who had just sat himself down on the couch with Grace and was giving all his attention to her. “I made my own way up… Took a train.” “You paid yourself? APID didn’t help?” Nathan asked. “Well, no. I mean, they were only really supporting you seeing Kent since you have the kids together. I was just extra last time.” Dax frowned and took Nathan’s hands. “But I’m here because I don’t want to be extra. I love you, Nathan. I love you so much. I need you to know that.” Nathan stared at him and blushed. “I… Dax…” He looked at their hands together and he looked back up to him. “I love you, too.” Dax smiled and caressed Nathan’s face. “I’m so glad…” Nathan kept his arms around Dax’s torso. “I am really happy to see you here… But I think we all need to talk and be transparent… First though, can I talk to you in private?” Dax nodded quickly. “Yes, of course.” “Could you get Gabriel out for me and let Kent see him too?” Nathan asked. “Sure.” Dax got the baby out from the back carrier and handed him to Kent to hold. The bear man accepted him swiftly and set both babes in his lap to play with. “Reid, you’ll watch them, right?” Nathan asked. “Oh, aye. I promised,” Reid said, taking a seat in the armchair across from Kent. The bear man completely ignored him. “Also, hello, Dax.” “Sorry, Dr. Gardi. Hello,” Dax said. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” “No worries, and I am officially Nathan’s friend now which means we are friends too and we are on a first name basis, please,” Reid said grinning. “You have no idea how incredibly glad I am to see you here.” “Come on,” Nathan said, holding open the back door. Dax waved to Reid and then followed Nathan outside.

#lore #Nathan #Reid #Kent #Grace #Gabriel #Dax #werewolf #werebear #thunderbird #this might be my favourite most recent drawing right now

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Traintober Day 7

Prompt: Dreams (Come True)

You know that we all love The Island Song.

Follow the Dream

April 2, 2015

“She seems chipper.” Barry remarked to Sidney as they watched Tornado build up steam in the yard.

“Tha’s only ‘cause she hasn’t enough steam to be ecstatic yet.” Sidney muttered around his coffee cup.

“What?”

“How long have ye been with the Trust? I haven’ seen ye around much.” Sid asked as he pulled his bag and some tools out of the support coach.

“A few weeks, but I’ve been operating steam for a few years - mostly the Jacobite and Cathedrals Express runs. Why?”

“Ah,” The older man said sagely. “Tha explains it: ye weren’t ‘ere for when we first foired ‘er - back in the day.”

“No, I was driving for the Underground then. Is there something I should know?”

“When we first steamed ‘er up, she wasn’t finished, so ta keep ‘er occupied we put a telly in fron’ o’ ‘er.”

“And?”

“What do ya think we put on for ‘er?”

A pause. “You didn’t.”

“Every episode we could foind!” Sid crowed as he motioned towards her. “She knows ‘em all by ‘eart more or less.”

“Oh no,” Barry put his head in his hands. “She’s going to be a nightmare today, isn’t she?”

“Oh it gets worse!” Sidney was in full swing, alternating his gesticulations between the hand that held his coffee and the hand that held his shovel as they walked up to Tornado. “We kept ‘er so cooped up in that damned shed that she - hah! - she didn’t know they was real! She thought they was all models and books and whatnot - not real engines!”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope!” He turned to Tornado. “Oi! Girlie! Still think they’re all models now?”

“ohmygod ohmygod ohmygodohmygodohmygod Sodor is right therewhyare we HERE when Thomas the Tank Engine is there c’monc’mon let’s goletsgogogogo!” Tornado barely acknowledged them, instead looking towards the lift bridge that led to Sodor with manic, beady-eyed intensity, only occasionally looking up to stare at the “SODOR EXPLORER'' headboard mounted above her smokebox like she couldn’t believe it was there.

The fireman and driver looked at each other. There weren’t enough words in the English language to describe how difficult today was going to be.

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The train got as far as the bridge itself. A large fishing vessel was steaming underneath it, and had been for almost ten minutes. At the beginning, Tornado had been practically vibrating with impatience, but worryingly, she’d gone quiet as the vessel’s stern cleared the bridge and the span started to descend.

“Can you hear… music?” Barry asked as the bridge clonked into place.

Sid just put his head in his palm. “Aye, laddie - it’s Girlie up ‘ere - she’s got ‘er own stereo system from when we sent ‘er out ta Germany, so she’s prolly playing something from the show.”

“Really?”

“Aye! I mean it when I say she’s obsessed. This is prolly like Christmas on cocaine for ‘er.”

“You know, I cannot remember the last time I have ever heard of an engine so spirited.”

“That’s cause ye weren’t running wit’ the right organizations!” Sid chuckled. “But don’ worry - we’ll get ye sorted out right quick.”

Up front, Tornado was completely oblivious to most of the world around her. Her total focus was on the bridge - it was slowly lowering itself into place - clonk! - that was the latches locking the deck into place. Now just to wait for the signal.

Sodor (Sodor!!!!) used old-style semaphores, and she directed her attention across the yard to the signal box, where the man in the box was watching for his signal to throw the lever that would let her proceed.

Almost unconsciously, she began to slowly increase the volume of The Song she was playing.

It was the only song she could play at this moment, really.

The valleys are green as can be

The man got a signal from the bridge operator - they were still using old-style bells to communicate.

The friends that you love all are waiting for you

His hand reached for the lever.

Island of Sodor will make your dreams come true

The lever was still mechanical, and she watched as the linkages between the semaphore arm and the box twitched and moved.

The signal dropped.

CHILDREN FOLLOW THE DREAM

TO THE LAND OF MAKE-BELIEVE

In the cab, Barry stuck his head out of the cab window in confusion as the music volume increased dramatically. He lifted his hand slightly off of the regulator in the process, and it was promptly ripped from his fingers as Tornado yanked the lever to its furthest position and stormed across the bridge onto Sudrian metals.

Sidney, who had only narrowly avoided falling into the coal pile from the acceleration, could only laugh as the train crew’s radio erupted in angry yelling from the staff in the coaches.

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Later that same day

The train arrived back in Barrow in a much more subdued manner than they’d arrived. Last month, Tangmere - a noted idiot, Tornado was quick to mention - had gone through a signal at danger and came very close to colliding with a passing express train. Apparently the SPAD was not an isolated incident in regards to the train operating company’s approach to safety, and Network Rail had elected to, without warning, suspend them from running trains for the foreseeable future.

At midnight. Tomorrow.

The A1 trust may have owned Tornado, but outside of private railroads like the NWR and preserved railways like the Nene Valley, they had no authority to operate trains, and were reliant on the same train operating company that had almost crashed Tangmere to run Tornado on Network Rail tracks.

There were even rumblings that they might ban steam tours altogether, as West Coast Railways - the company in question - operated almost all steam operations outside of Sodor.

In essence, Tornado wouldn’t be able to leave Sodor, or do anything to make money for the trust, for a long while.

Even the proposition of being stuck on Sodor couldn’t quite lift Tornado’s mood - she knew how important the railtours were to the trust, and hated not being able to do anything.

She simmered unhappily in the sheds, trying to figure out what to do, when the door opened. Several people from the Trust filed in, followed by a man in a three piece suit.

“Hello there,” The man in the suit said. “My name is Stephen Hatt -”

“You’re the Fat Controller!” She blurted out.

He chuckled. “I do try to keep trim, but yes, yes I am. Now I understand that you are at a bit of a loose end right now? Something about being banned from the main line?”

“Oh yes!” She groused. “We’ve all told Tangmere to be careful, but he doesn’t listen!”

The Fat Controller Smiled. “Ah yes. I do know many engines who could fit that description.” His face turned more serious. “But this is not a purely social call - you see, I’m suffering from a bit of a locomotive shortage at the moment. Several of my engines have unfortunately taken ill at the same time. Now usually, I would have to hire a locomotive from the mainland - and they would inevitably be a poor-tempered diesel or a steam locomotive like Tangmere.”

His smile returned, this time with a mischievous glint to it. “But in this instance, I happen to know of a steam engine who comes highly recommended, and has suddenly been left with nothing to do.”

Tornado’s eyes grew wider than dinner plates. “You don’t mean me, do you? You want me to work on Sodor? With Thomas the Tank Engine?!”

“I do indeed!”

#aren't we all a little jealous of tornado?#ttte #sodor #sodor headcanon #sodor shenanigans #ttte henry #ttte sodor #tornado #fic #traintober 2021 #traintober #the railway series #the fat controller #the island song

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Powerplay: a Marko x Reader fic

part 3 of 3, previous part here

Warnings: harassment, vamp typical shit, cursing, death/killing, smut mentions, reference to the book

Marko was a good boyfriend, it turned out, except for when he wasn’t. You liked the sweet little kisses, the teasing way he snaps his jaw at you when you catch him staring, the way he holds you while you’re falling asleep even though he doesn’t have to.You like that he listens, more than your friends do. You rang another friend the other day, and were left waiting with the endless ringing again. You want to be upset, but they weren't as close as you were hoping they’d be. Your close friends were back in New York, three thousand miles and a year of working behind you. And they were Marko and his brothers now.

You love the way he keeps you safe, your protector being probably the deadliest thing you could encounter. You love the way he laughs, always joking and jovial. You always thought his smile hid a joke like some mystery, but now you're in on it too, and it's the funniest thing. There is no secret joke, just Marko seeing the world with eyes full of humor. He sees the little things, and now he shows them to you. You love the way you can speak without speaking. Silence followed by heavy laughter, kisses, and understanding.

You even love that week you were on your period and every night he ate you out until you screamed yourself hoarse.

“Marko,” you’d say, “lets ride.”

And he would obey, letting you hop on the back of his bike, always after work, always too fast. You'd like to imagine him crashing as the wind whips your hair, stings your face. What that would be like, huh. It's what you assume he feels like when he flies, free and wild in the night. He caters to your every whim, makes you feel the happiest, as long as the sun has set.

He was less a good boyfriend when he was hungry, brooding and refusing to get close to you. He would be irritable, pick fights, silent treatment. He would purposely leave you in silence, but he wouldn't ask for a taste, despite your offering. He respected you enough not to try that. Other times, he would make sure that you could hear every thought in his head. His thoughts sounded like shouts, always telling you to get the fuck away, always reminding you how vulnerable you were, how easy to kill you’d be. It's almost maddening. You never knew which nights he would be the silent ones, or which ones would be the loud ones.

“Marko,” you’d say, “This is just temporary.”

You don't even have to think the words for him to know what you mean. Or those moments during the day when it's highlighted just how different he was, would always be. He would always be twenty and handsome and having fun, with a guaranteed group of friends. With a family he belonged with. You would always age, you would have to find something else to do eventually, and you would probably have to leave Santa Carla, because he wouldn't. You could always bore him, with Marko one day realizing you can't keep up anymore. You would always be weaker, and no matter how often Marko puts you first, he always holds the power. You’re only the decision maker because he lets you be. He could always take that power back. Find someone new when you get old and he stays the same age. He will always be this way, and you will always change.

It's those nights you think of pulling away from him, and you hope he never hears those thoughts. You love him, but he’ll always say it's not temporary. It's not true.

You love Marko today.

The jingling of the bell snaps you from your thoughts, head rising only to be face to face with one of the surf nazis. Huh, guess the boys didn’t clear all of them out. This one was tall, a skinhead with an upturned pug-like nose, wearing a lot of denim with eyes alight with mayhem in his agenda. Oh, please don’t fucking break anything.

“Hey Baby,” he sneers. God, his voice was even worse than his looks and his smell.

“Not your baby,” you deadpan, wishing desperately for him and his friends to leave without stealing or breaking anything forcing a sickeningly sweet customer service tone, “But what can I help with?”

Maybe good customer service will get them in-and-out quicker.

“That hot little body of yours could help me out,” his tone is outright mocking. God, is this how dudes like these think they can pull? You can’t even hide your grimace as you flinch at the words. If there was anyone else, just one other person working tonight, this wouldn’t be happening. You know this. Working nights alone practically invited this brand of harassment.

fuckfuckfuck. It’s way too early for Marko to be sniffing around, and if you can get them to leave the next four hours of your shift will be miserable. The man laughs, and it makes your blood run cold. He leans over the counter, past the little curtain of incense haze; breaching your only barrier of safety.

“I bet it could. Couldn’t it, baby?”

His large arms press against the glass of the counter and your eyes immediately flicker from them to the back room, where your knife is. He straightens up.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You frown, meeting his eyes now.

“Do you plan on buying anything we sell?” The Bauhaus record you have playing over the speaker skips, and you almost jump. It's just enough to break the tension, the rising bile in your throat clearing.

“I come in here for you, girlie,” and he affirms what you already know. Now that half of the surf nazis were gone, they were struggling to maintain their turf on the boardwalk. So harassment and torture at their hands were on the rise. Many people over the past few weeks had been dodging them in the stores around here, and now apparently they had caught wise to that. Done with it, you take a step back, leaning yourself against the back shelf to retreat further into the curtain of nag champa.

“You can fuck off,” you offer, gaining confidence as you realize the bong behind your head was more than affordable, and if you broke it over his head, you could cover it.

He opens his mouth to respond, but-

The bell on the door jingles again. A familiar smile fades into a scowl. Marko looks like one of those greek heroes tonight, maybe if only because his presence saves you from the gross comments (or anything worse) of the shaved head across the counter. He immediately distracts the surfer from you.

“Why don’t you get outta here, buddy? Me and the lady were just discussing me trying her out later,” the man spits, and you almost gag at the mental image of that.

Marko laughs, that high pitched full body laugh you love so much.

“That’s funny, buddy,” He throws the man’s nickname back at him, “Cause that’s my old lady right there.”

You loved and hated when he called you that. Technically, you are a year older than the year he turned. The first time you all realized that, Paul gave himself a stomach ache laughing over the ‘older woman’ Marko brought home. Tonight though, the nickname brings the biggest smile to your lips.

“Damn right I am,” you chime in, “and you couldn’t take the hint.”

Marko seals the deal by striding over to where you are and pulling you into a kiss over the counter. It doesn't take much more for the surf nazi to leave, the jingling of the door opening announcing his departure.

“I’m gonna make sure we kill the rest of them before the week is out.”

He waits the three hours it takes for you to be able to lock up behind the counter with you, loosely holding your hips and following you around, only moving away from you to pick out new records when one ends.

Come over tonight, Marko thinks, and you know it isn't a suggestion. You kiss him hard on the mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to press against you. His arms automatically find themselves around your waist, squeezing you as he eagerly returns the kiss. This wouldn’t be your first time at their dilapidated hotel, with sprawling caves and chandeliers and beautiful spray painted murals on the walls. The first time you were there, he brought you there while the others were hunting. He fucked you on any surface not covered with knick knacks they'd collected or takeout containers, leaving you to sheepishly blush while he proudly talked to the others when they returned, deep red hickies and a bite mark on your collarbone you couldn't hide. The next time, the boys and Star and Laddie welcomed you in with booze and a feast and a fun night where you had to crawl out of the cave at dawn looking like a mess. Either way, he waits for you to agree before he leads you to his motorcycle.

“Star, Why don't you just become one of us already?” Paul whined, holding his half eaten eggroll like a cigar, “You're already living with us, Mama. We just want to be friends forever.”

She scrunches her nose, smoothing the long hair of Laddie’s head in her lap. The boy was tired, their unofficial little brother or not, he was still an eight year old.

“Or maybe,” David starts, dropping down from the rim of the check in counter of the hotel, “Star can just have some fun with them and we don’t even have to do what Max wants.”

The boys all laugh, Dwayne’s shoulders turning inward, while Paul smacks Marko in the chest behind you. Whoever Max was, he was someone that could give the boys orders; something you didnt think possible besides their own little group hierarchy. You'd figured out pretty quickly that David was the leader, Marko was his right hand, Dwayne was the left hand; with Marko enforcing, playful and impulsive, and Dwayne being the level head, logical and the one who often kept the boys from fighting and made them all remember why they loved each other so much. Paul was the baby. Both literally and figuratively. He was the messiest, the most likely to slip up;. He was also the one turned last. So when Star decides to be one of them, she’ll be the new baby. Then Laddie.

“No,” Star affirms, “No, I can’t do that to Michael.”

“Michael,” David tests the name on his lips, tongue darting out to lick them after he says it. The curly haired brunette on the boardwalk had a name. Then his eyes flick to you. There's a sharpness to them that feels so different from Marko’s. David is trying to stare through you, not to look inside of your head, to look past it, to see any weakness. A challenge.

“Who’s Max?” you speak up from your spot on Marko’s lap. You can feel him tense under you, but David smiles.

“You don't know about Max? Marko, you didn’t tell her about Max?”

Marko’s hand wraps around your wrist as David continues.

“Max knows all about you, y/n. There’s a reason you're here.”

Here as in, still alive in a vampire den, or here tonight specifically?

Mind thing? You think, and Marko leans his head down against your shoulder as he nods.

“So he knows Marko and I are X-men? Is he Professor X?”

You hear Dwayne and Paul chuckle from the other side of the circle, and Dwayne mutters, “Yeah something like that,” as he swats his hand at Paul’s mesh-covered chest.

“He sired us,” David clarifies.

“You feel it right?” changing the subject, “You feel like you need to be near Marko?”

Marko squeezes your wrist in encouragement, and you nod.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“That's not what I mean.”

You know what he means. It's the way you feel Marko before you see him, the way you can never sneak up on him.

You nod again.

“That’s what Max wanted to know. Marko, do you wanna tell her, or should I?”

What does he mean? You think and the man below you perks up.

Come with me. His palms grip your hips and gently push you to stand, and he follows suit before taking the lead.

He leads you towards the mouth of the cave, where you enter and away from any listening ears.

“So you know how David is dating Star?” he asks, voice low and close to you in the shadows.

“If that’s what they’re doing,” you joke, and he laughs along with you.

“Well, he thought they had what we have, and that's why she’s with us.” He reaches for your hands to hold them, dropping any playfulness from before.

“I’m supposed to turn you, Max thinks. He’s a lot older than us, and he says some vampires have mates or something similar to that. Others they have some deep mental connection with. The guys… we can hear each other sometimes if we try hard, because we’re a pack. I don't have to try with you and that's why Max thinks it's different.”

Turn you? Like, capital T- Turn you? Into one of them? If he turned you, you’d never see the sun again; never feel its warmth. You’d have to drink blood, and human blood at that. You’d become a killer, and you’d have to keep killing. While you aren’t innocent, killing kind of seems like it would be a stretch for you. Some of their victims had to be innocent, but would your hunger corrupt your morals one day?

It's like he can see the wheels turning in your head, ability to hear your thoughts or not.

“Y/n, you don't have to. Fuck, this was dumb to bring up. David thought you were ready, but if you don't want to I won't make you…” He trails off, visibly a little more deflated.

But if you did, you would be on the same level as Marko. All of the insecurities you have about your relationship would just… stop existing. Your relationship’s expiration date would disappear, your fears about having to leave him or him leaving you would disappear. You'd have people and a place to belong and lover and guaranteed group of friends to be a new family.

“How does it work, Marko?” your voice surprises him, and in honesty, he brought you to the mouth of the cave to give you an out. If you wanted to leave here, leave him specifically, he was going to let you.

“You gotta drink, uh, vampire blood.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You shrug.

“Are you sure? There's no take backs for this,” Marko’s voice is stern, unlike you ever heard it before.

Deadly sure, Marko.

He smiles, slowly like the moon rising in the night before it crescendos into the wide toothy grin you're so used to seeing.

Marko leads you back into the den of the cave where the others are hanging out.

Dwayne is the first to approach the two of you.

“Everything okay?”

You nod thankfully, offering him a smile.

Paul swoops in next.

“You better be tellin’ me you're joining the fam, chica!”

He tries to drape his arm around your shoulder, but Marko pushes him away playfully, both of the boys smiling.

“Let’s get this girl a drink!” Marko shouts, and the guys start up hollering and laughing.

Marko leads you back to where you had originally been sitting, his designated folding chair. He gestures to you to sit down, while he looks to David for something. Over his shoulder, you can see Star frowning as she watches on.

“Glad you got to talk it out,” David remarks as he hands a bottle of wine to Marko. Maybe you’ll be able to get used to his mannerisms in half a century. Marko hands off the bottle of wine to you, and your hands dip with the weight of it.

The wine bottle is bejeweled, another do it yourself project that the guys seem to love so much. It's heavy in your hands, dark and unseeing down the neck of it, but full. Marko crouches down between your legs, palms flat against your thighs as everyone waits with bated breath. You uncork the bottle, noticing the dark red staining on the cork, and knowing exactly what’s in it now. Two shaky hands bring the bottle to your lips, tilting your head back as you let the contents flow into your mouth, filling it. The ‘wine’ is thick, warm and salty but feels like it's already intoxicating you from just being in your mouth.

“That’s all Marko’s blood, you know,” David remarks, and you swallow deeply. All Marko. He drained his blood for you, weakened himself for you. Your eyes flicker to him, and he smiles up at you from his spot between your legs.

You smile back at him, widely, teeth stained with blood.

#my work #marko lost boys x reader #marko lost boys #marko x reader

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