#and Michael trying to get David off before he can finish the 'To be or not to be' soliloquy

[bloodywickedvamp]

Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six? Part 3

Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael

Series Masterlist

Summary: It's date night

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, touching, angst, arguments, flirting, lil kiss

I really cannot believe it took me so long to finish part 3 like...where did the time go?? It was almost an entire year...I just struggled to find the motivation but I finally did! Not sure if this is even good it's so late when I finished writing lol, hope you enjoy!

Dividers: @saradika & @firefly-graphics

“Okay…I’ll do it.”

“What?” Michael turns towards me and asks bewildered. I can’t blame him, I’m a little shocked by my own acquiescence. 

I tear my gaze from David to Michael and briefly at our fingers laced together before meeting his eyes. 

“I know this isn’t ideal Mikey, but you heard them, they won’t stop. We can talk about this more later, okay? Just trust me.” Squeezing his hand so tight, to help him to understand why I’m doing this. Why I didn’t have a choice other than to accept their ‘offer’. To protect him from whatever they’re truly capable of. If I said no, they’d take it out on Michael, I know they would. 

He takes a moment to respond. Taking me in from top to bottom and squeezing back a non-verbal response before speaking. With more understanding than I initially thought he’d be capable of granting, he nods, brings our hands up to his lips to ghost them over my knuckles and finally lets out a soft 'okay' with a gentle smile only meant for me. I mirror the sweetness in his face back, until the moment is interrupted. 

“Well that’s just adorable.” David snorted, all too eager to have our attention not on each other. 

“But if you’re finished I’d like to get back to the date you just agreed to.” He directed impatiently. 

“Fine, but there are some ground rules we need to establish first.” I said.

“Oh?” questioned David. He seemed amused by my answer, curiosity slipping through at what I could possibly come up with. 

“First, no kissing or inappropriate touching-”

Paul cut me off to complain, “damn babe, those are all my go-to moves.”

Dwayne swiftly takes it upon himself to reprimand the wild blonde with an elbow to the side and a ‘shut up Paul’. While said blonde untangles his arm from the taller man's shoulders to soothe his aching side with a look of exasperation, like he’d been completely put out by the interaction. 

“Ow, I was only kinda kidding. You can’t hit me like that man, you know I'm sensitive.” He croaked out in a very childlike manner accompanied by a pouty bottom lip. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually got into the fetal position next with how dramatic of a person he seemed to be. In a different circumstance I would’ve found the exchange funny and how close the two are adorable. 

Instead of dwelling, I decided to continue. “Second, we won’t be going anywhere private, we’ll be in public the whole time. Third, no threatening or hurting Michael for any reason. No matter what happens on our ‘date’ you don’t get to do anything to him.” Emphasizing date with a quick eye roll. I may have agreed to this but I don’t have to be happy about it. 

Michael let out a small chuckle from my right before he leaned down to whisper in my ear “My hero.” I try my best to hold back the smile threatening to sneak its way past my serious demeanor but it’s useless and I crack. I can never seem to hold myself back when it comes to Michael, he pulls every part of me to the forefront, good or bad, he always embraces it with open arms and a warm smile. 

“Is that all or do you have any more demands princex?” Marko piped in, once again directing our attention towards the boys in front of us. 

“That’s all for now, but if I think of any more I’ll be sure to let you know promptly.” I finish with faux nicety and the sweetest smile I can muster. 

Pulling a sarcastic laugh from him followed by an even more sarcastic “Can’t wait.” 

It seems Marko and I will be having the most lively time together on our date, if we don’t kill each other first. 

This time, I hear a genuine laugh come from the same curly headed boy. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

I’m baffled at the comment. His joyous response sounded like it was directed at my previous thought, one I definitely thought to myself and didn’t voice aloud. 

“Wait, I didn’t say anything. How-”

Paul decides to answer me first. “We've got all kinds of tricks we can show you baby”, with an additional cheeky grin thrown my way. 

While David finishes with a “but we’ll save that for next time. We’ll meet back here tomorrow night where we usually park the bikes, right after sunset. Don’t be late.” He looks between Michael and I as the quartet begin to make their leave. Each boy giving their own version of a goodbye with waves and ‘catch ya laters’ till they’ve vanished from underneath the boardwalk back towards the stairs. 

“So…we should probably get home and maybe figure out what the hell you just agreed to.” Michael announces after a bout of silence following the departure. 

After Michael drives us back home, he seems to be in a better mood than I expected. He’s acting like his old self again, not letting go of my hand or some part of my body since we arrived. The truth coming out makes him much more at ease, which I can appreciate. The rest of the family noticed his sudden presence at the dinner table with stunned expressions, Sam even commenting ‘what were you dying for moms lasagna or something bud?’ as Lucy shoo’s that off with a wave of her hand and says she’s happy to see everyone together again for dinner with a beaming smile along her face, quickly changing the topic to grandpa’s aversion to giving him an overdue haircut.

Later on, Michael and I found ourselves in the bedroom we share. After a lengthy discussion of the night to come and having to only calm him down a couple of times from leaving to find the boys again and telling them to fuck off, we agree on sticking it out just for tomorrow. After the dates I tell them it won’t work and we can put this mess behind us, hopefully. The matter of Michael being a bloodthirsty creature of the night has yet to be discussed. 

“I still don’t like this plan, just so we’re clear.” He proceeds to tell me one final time as we start to lay down to sleep with a few hours of darkness left cloaking the sky before dawn breaks. 

“We don’t have any other options…unless one of your new special tricks includes time travel to before you met them.” I jokingly tack on as I cuddle further into his side. 

He releases a light chuckle while rubbing my back soothingly. “Sadly no, that’s not in my abilities.” 

“It’ll be okay.” I say, not certain if it’s more for his sake or my own. He silently agrees with a kiss to my forehead and a soft goodnight as we both fall asleep in the comfort of this small window of time we have together. 

Michael and I silently wake up just hours before we would need to leave, having mostly slept the day away together. As dusk quickly approaches, getting ready seemed an easier task than I initially anticipated. He showers after me and dresses in his usual attire of blue jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and his newly acquired leather jacket that I can’t help but start to like the more I see him in it. While I put on a nice tank top, black jean shorts, and sneakers, dressing fairly casual but also something I would wear on a date with Michael. My outfit showed a bit more skin due to the heat. 

He gives me a once over before asking ‘Is that new?’ as he points to my top. I nod with a look of ‘yeah why?’ and he only shakes his head back before answering, “nothing, you just look nice…and not to sound like a jealous boyfriend but…I can’t say i’m happy seeing you wear something new for them.” 

“Hey I can chan-”

“No.” He stops me before I begin. “Like I said you look good and I’ll just have to get over the fact that they’re getting to be with you tonight and not me, when all I want to do now is rip your outfit to shreds and toss you back in that bed till morning.” He says, as he grabs my hips pulling me into a heated kiss. Only allowing himself to pull back as I’m gasping for air. 

“Very tempting offer.” I breathlessly snicker while running my hands through his thick head of curls. He pulls me back in for one more peck and reluctantly drags me along to the front door so we can head out.

We arrive at the boardwalk and Michael parks his bike exactly where David said they’d be, watching the crowd go by and laughing amongst themselves till we’ve made our way into the group beside them as they take notice. Michael helps me off his bike as we stand in front of them, hands still intertwined. 

David looks at us like it’s cute we’re still trying to hold up some type of front to the situation, and I guess in a way he’s right, they have the upper hand. 

Surprisingly Marko is the first to speak, “And here I thought you were dreading going out with us, but by the looks of that outfit I’d say you were trying to put on a show, feel free to show off even more skin if you’d like.” It takes everything in my body to stay calm because I know that comment is only meant to get a rise out of me. I won’t give him the satisfaction. 

After I take a soothing breath I reply, “It’s hot outside and I’d rather not keel over from overheating, that’s all.” 

He leans closer with a smirk and gives a half-hearted “whatever you say sweetheart”, before leaning back and giggling like school girls about it with Paul. I simply roll my eyes and turn my attention back to David. 

“Let’s go.” He announces to the group as we all start to follow his lead. Dwayne walks in stride with Michael and I, sandwiching me between them, with Marko and Paul tailing behind us. I decide to chance it and look at Dwayne as he leans down towards me, not breaking eye contact for even a moment as we continue to walk. “Don’t let him get to you, he just likes to ruffle feathers. But for what it’s worth, you look lovely.” His lips lift into a half smile, half smirk once he notices the heat rising to my cheeks at the complement. I attempt to brush it off with a quick ‘thanks’ and steal a glance at Michaels now taut jaw and lingering gaze on us. I turn my attention forward as Dwayne’s hand coyly slides up my waist and is gone again before I even have time to register it as he picks up his pace to step in time with David. Michael lets out a scoff and pulls me closer to his side by our joined hands. 

David walked us to a section of restaurants with outdoor seating we could all gather at, choosing a wooden picnic bench for us. Michael and I are sitting on one bench with the two natural blondes and brunette sitting on the other, while David decides to grab a lone chair from a different table and pull it up on the side so he’s seated at the ‘head’ of the table. 

“So how is this going to work exactly? Are we all doing this together or…?” I decide to voice my curiosity before the conversation inevitably gets side tracked or leads to another argument.  

All eyes turn to David as he fills me in. “We’ll each take you out individually - Dwayne’s first.” Nodding his head in the direction of his friend. My own gaze found its way back to his dark brown eyes, that same smile from earlier plastered on. In that moment a wave of familiarity washed over me, like I’ve gotten lost in those eyes a million times before and would continue to do so for as long as I’d be allowed to stare into them. Like how it feels to look into Michaels. 

Michael.

Remembering he’s sitting right next to me I shake the previous thoughts away and proceed to stand to meet Dwayne on the other side so we can get this night started already. 

But I freeze in my tracks as it suddenly occurs to me that Michael will be all alone with the other boys for the rest of the evening, and the thought of him being tormented and teased about this situation he has no control over sends a pang of guilt through me. I decide I have to try and ease some of the tension, if I can. 

“Wait- before we go I have another condition to add.” 

David leans back in his chair with a raised brow, gloved fingers tapping along the table. “Yes?” 

“If this is going to work you can’t be at each other's throats the whole time I'm gone. Michael told me that he barely knows anything about any of you and vice versa, so while I'm on each date the rest of you are going to stay here and get to know each other - like real friends.” 

“What?” 

“I’m serious, you’re not going to sit here all night and fuck with my boyfriend behind my back, I’m not asking.” I try to muster up as much confidence in my words as I'm sure David actually has naturally coursing through him. He only ponders what I've said momentarily before giving a strained smile that doesn’t exactly meet his eyes and mutters out a quick ‘sure’. Looking towards the others that slowly nod along in agreement - even if their faces say otherwise. 

Now feeling better about leaving, I let Dwayne lead the way out of the seating area towards the  crowds of people scattered along the boardwalk for whatever he had planned.

Michael turns back to the remaining boys seated with him after staring daggers into Dwayne's back before the two completely disappear from sight. He speaks up before the others can, to get the ball rolling. “Okay so…where should we start?” He sends them each a questioning glance. 

David stares back with the most incredulous look he can muster, like he couldn’t believe he was actually going through with the ‘getting to know each other idea’. After a minute a mocking smile takes over his face. 

“Yeah…” He draws out. “We’re not doing that.” He says with little room for push back. 

Michael crosses his arms over his chest and nods his head in a similar mocking manner, amused by the reply. “You’ve got a lot to learn, they’ll come back and expect a full report on what we talked about, want specifics to make sure you followed through on your promise.” 

“We’ll make something up.” David again says matter of factly. 

Michael scoffs. “They’ll be able to tell if i’m lying, how do you think I ended up in this situation in the first place? I wasn’t able to keep what you did to me a secret.” The other boys may not want to participate in this but he’d be damned if he got into trouble for not at least trying to play nice. 

“Alright, fine. I particularly enjoyed watching you get your ass chewed out in front of half the boardwalk last night. It was the highlight of my week.” David faux relents, like he’s shared intimate knowledge of himself only few know and pretends as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders with a content sigh. Stifled giggles from the terror twins echo in the background. 

“You know what, the only one you’re hurting is yourself. Keep it up and they’ll want nothing to do with you. Which will be the highlight of my life.” 

Silence followed Michaels statement as the two were now sat in a heated staring match. The tension in the air rapidly increased as neither one backed down. If looks could kill they’d both be six feet under. Even the blondes, who hadn’t said a word since the conversation began, were forced into an awkward stillness watching the interaction unfold, waiting for the underlying hostility to bubble over. 

Paul decides someone has to try and mediate before this gets any uglier and, more importantly, his turn for a date is possibly soured by the oldest and newest member of their pack coming to blows. In his opinion the best way to deal with this would be to let them fight it out, but he knows the night can’t end with them covered in blood, scratches, and bite marks - unless they’re fucking. 

All eyes are suddenly shifted to Paul as he clears his throat obnoxiously. “Uhhh…my favorite band is Mötley Crüe.” He says with a bright smile, proud that it actually worked since the boys' body languages were all seeming to relax. 

Marko, good naturedly, pats Paul on the back as an ‘attaboy’ for the attempt. 

As Dwayne and I continue walking through the boardwalk I feel one of his hands graze my lower back and rest there. I quickly snatch his wrist and pull it in front of me.

“I said no touching.” I admonish. Before I can drop it, he seizes the opportunity to grab my hand instead. 

“I was only trying to guide you, but you’re right this way is better so we don’t get separated.” 

“Right…” I probably should have put up more of a fight, but the crowd is double the size of last night's and we could easily lose each other. Not that I really believe his reason for wanting to hold my hand is so noble. I let it slide anyways.

We make small talk about movies and music as we venture through different stalls. Anytime he asks me a question I have to mentally prepare myself before answering. His intense gaze makes me apprehensive, it's like he’s enraptured by every word and I’m nervous if what I'm saying is even adequate. He hasn’t been judgemental yet, so I let his deep baritone put me at ease when he responds to something I’ve said. 

He pulls us to a stop in front of an ice cream shop claiming it's the best in town and we should get some. After ordering and him paying for both of ours, we head towards the other side to lean against the railing while we eat. He watches as I dig out a spoonful of the sweet treat to taste. My eyes go wide from the first bite. He wasn’t kidding about how good it is and he seemed proud of himself once I told him exactly that. 

After a few mouthfuls of his own, he silently gestures towards his cup asking if I’d like to try the flavor he had and I nod in agreement. He dips his spoon in and holds it to my mouth for me to try. I squint at it before making eye contact with him and before I can even get a word out he’s anticipated why I won't try it. 

“You’re not cheating on Michael by tasting my ice cream.”

“No, but I’m not trying to swap spit by sharing a spoon.” I decline, while gently pushing his arm towards his own face to eat it and he does so with a chuckle. 

He relents and allows me to try it with my own spoon. I, in turn, make him the same offer with my cup of ice cream. 

Instead, he takes his thumb and swipes it across the corner of my mouth before bringing it back to his own and sucking on the digit. 

“Pretty good.” He says casually.

I’m in shock as my whole body is set aflame from the intimate moment. He grants me a small mercy by not acknowledging how much it affected me. I proceed to eat the rest in silence knowing if I look him in the eye or, god forbid, try and have a conversation after that I’d be a stuttering mess. 

He takes the lead once more by throwing out our trash and grabbing my hand to help me off the railing. 

“Let’s check out a few pop up booths, there might be something there you like.” He says as he walks us in that direction. 

“Like clothes and stuff?” I ask. I haven’t really explored the boardwalk before so I don’t know much about what they have or the best places to shop. 

“Yeah, that’s usually where we pick something up if we need new clothes, that’s where Marko gets all his patches because they’re…cheap.”

“Do you even own a shirt?” I jest. “Because I’ve only ever seen you in just that jacket.”

He looks back at me with amusement in his eyes. 

“I do, but the clean up from a night out is much easier without one.” 

I give him a weary look and he tenses slightly like he said something he probably shouldn’t have. 

“Do I want to know what that means?” 

He shakes his head at me, “no, probably not.” 

“Let’s just keep the conversation light for now.” I suggest, hoping not to dive into anything too heavy. I’ve enjoyed the mostly chill atmosphere so far and hope it can stay that way. 

“Deal”, he says as he gives me a genuine smile as we continue on our way.

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Nothing is Easy

Synopsis: Y/n gets into a crash in Mexico, and it keeps her from finishing the 2023 season. It’s a long road of recovery, but it pays off in the end

female driver reader x F1 2023 grid

(reader is 24 in this one, and she drives for aston martin)

“And here she is now! Y/n L/n, we were just talking about you, how are you feeling about Mexico?” Martin Brundle approaches you while you’re walking through the paddock.

“Oh, hi Martin!” You greet the commentator with a smile.

“I’m feeling good, it’s nice out, there’s a lot of fans here, and the team is looking good today” You shrug.

“So, we can expect big things from Aston Martin?”

“Yeah, me and Lance and the team are all confident in the car and we’re hoping for a good finish in the points” You speak for your teammate, Lance Stroll, and the rest of the Aston Martin garage.

“Alright Y/n, thank you for talking with me and good luck on the race” He nods and places a hand on your shoulder before walking off to his next interview-ee.

All of what you said was true; you were just coming off a P6 finish at the Austin Grand Prix, it was a calm, sunny day in Mexico City, the stands were packed with eager fans, and everyone in Aston Martin had confidence in their driver lineup.

You and Lance first became teammates in 2021 when Racing Point became Aston Martin and as a part of their rebranding, they named you, the 2020 F2 World Champion, as a part of their 2021 Driver Lineup.

It took a bit for you to get used to the car, frequenting P10 and P9, but was fairly successful in 2022, getting used to taking P7 and P6. You and Lance worked together quite well, being the same age and having the same goals in Formula 1.

You felt less nerves and more anticipation as you completed your usual race day routine. It was the 20th/23rd race of the year and you’ve completed the same routine for three years, so your body is on auto pilot all morning.

A tap on your shoulder from your race engineer, Ben Michael, brings you out of your daze. “30-minute warning, Y/n. We have the get the cars out and onto the grid” The older man says to you.

You nod and pull off your headphones before replacing them with your helmet and balaclava. When you turn, you’re surprised to see your teammate mirroring you. “Good luck, we’re going to do great, yeah?” Lance sticks out his hand in a fist bump and you raise your arm to meet it.

“Yeah, of course. Good luck” You both move to get into your respective cars and wait for the signal to exit the garage.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, we’re about thirty seconds away from light’s out now. All twenty cars are out and completing the formation lap, here’s what our top 10 of the starting grid looks like;

“Lance Stroll, P10. Y/n L/n, P9. Oscar Piastri, P8. Lando Norris, P7. George Russell, P6. Sergio Perez, P5. Lewis Hamilton, P4. Charles Leclerc, P3. Carlos Sainz, P2, and starting at pole position is Max Verstappen” David Croft commentates for the viewers.

“71 Laps ahead of us, let’s see what unfolds, it’s light’s out and away we go! Verstappen and the Ferrari’s get away with no problems. Hamilton is off, trying to get away from Perez behind him”

“Russell is scrambling away in attempt to bring a gap between him and the two McLarens. Both Aston Martin’s start flawlessly, DRS isn’t available until Sector 2, but it looks like L/n is already trying to get a bit closer to Piastri in front of her”

“Okay Y/n, once DRS is available, push to catch up to Piastri and try to overtake him. We’re looking to advance early so Lance can get some overtakes done as well” Ben becomes audible through your radio.

“Understood” You reply before refocusing on the orange car in front of you.

“Lap 4, no changes in the lineup so far, but I wouldn’t speak too soon. Y/n L/n is gaining on Oscar Pisatri in front of her. Just leaving Turn 7, she’s going down the inside, wheel to wheel as they go into Turn 8, leaving Turn 9 does she have a lead?

Yes, she does! Y/n L/n has a McLaren beat, and I don’t think she’s going to hesitate in moving onto Lando Norris”

“Lap 12, now. Verstappen is, predictably, still leading, both Ferrari’s persistent behind him. Lewis Hamilton in P4 with his teammate behind him, trying to get away from the Aston Martin’s of L/n and Stroll, both just overtook the two McLarens of Norris and Piastri”

“Lap 20 and tension is starting to rise here. Most of the race today has been between Y/n L/n and whoever is in front of her. Right now, George Russell has his foot against the gas, taking every opportunity to try to extend the gap between him and the Aston Martin”

You’re trailing Russell as you approach Turn 2. Turn 3 is the last corner before the long straight and if you want to get up into P5, you have to catch up with him before the next bend.

“Y/n, you have more pace. You are faster than Russell, push and you’ll beat him” Ben speaks. “Understood, I’m trying” You reply shortly.

“Here we go, DRS is enabled. She’s gaining on him, trying to at least go wheel-to-wheel before the long straight. L/n’s moving aside from behind Russell and going around the outside”

The front of your car is aligned with the middle of his and you move to the right to avoid contact.

“They’re almost wheel-to-wheel! L/n’s front left tire is right behind Russell’s front right tire, George is not backing away from this”

You try to move closer to finish the move and before you can shift to the right again, your front left makes contact with George’s front right tire.

“There’s some contact in the tires and Y/n is spinning! She makes contact with George Russell and spins across the track!”

You see a blur of dark green and a mess of orange pass you, probably cars swerving around your collision.

“George Russell continues fine, moving ahead. Martin, I don’t even think he’s realized what happened” Croft speaks to the man next to him while staring at the track in front of him with worry.

You’ve managed to stop your car, but you’re in the middle of the track, so just as you’re about to turn your head around to look for the perfect opportunity to set yourself right, you feel a world of pain on the left side of you.

“Esteban Ocon did not see Y/n L/n’s car in front of him! He’s hit into the side of her Aston Martin! I think he tried to swerve to avoid her, but he was going too fast!” Crofty shouts.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Esteban Ocon’s Alpine has T-boned Y/n L/n’s Aston Martin and it’s a red flag”

Your eyes are closed both in fear and pain, causing you to miss all the other cars weave around the collision in the middle of the straight. The other 18 cars were guided into the pits by the safety car, so when Esteban climbs out of his car and runs towards yours, he doesn’t have to worry about other cars on track.

Your five senses are scrambled. All you feel is the pain in your hip, the only scent you smell is fuel, and while usually the scent will remind you of your karting days, it now just clouds your brain’s attempts to figure out what the hell happened.

A metallic taste fills your mouth, and you assume you’ve bit your lip so hard in pain, it started bleeding. Your eyes are closed and all you can hear is the combination of a voice in your ears, someone shouting near you, and the buzz of the crowd around you.

You force your eyes to meet the harsh Mexican sun and the distressed frame of Esteban Ocon hovering above you. You realize the voice in your ear is Ben through your radio, and it takes you a worrying amount of time to refocus your attention on the steering wheel your hands still clutch and answer the question your race engineer has been asking non-stop.

“Yeah, I’m okay. For the most part. I think” You radio back to the Aston Martin garage. You realize that that buzzing in your ear is only half because of the crowd, and it takes a moment for the humming to calm down so that the Alpine driver is audible.

“Y/n! Can you hear me? Are you okay?” He shouts and you quickly lift your hand to meet his resting on the side of your car in hopes he will stop yelling. “I’m okay, Esteban” You shift uncomfortably.

“Actually, I think I hurt my hip. I can’t move my left leg at all”

The Frenchman looks slightly relieved. “Do you need help getting out? I can-” You interrupt quickly.

“No! Please don’t do anything, I’ll just wait for the marshals” You weren’t very good friends with Esteban, but you appreciated his care for a fellow driver.

The marshals you spoke of arrived a few minutes later in another safety car and an ambulance. You told Ben that you couldn’t move, and the medics arrived prepared to lift you out of your crash car and onto a gurney. Once the marshals assured Esteban you would be okay, he was escorted into the safety car and back into the paddock.

The radio messages in team garages were confidential, so viewers and drivers only knew your status because of David Croft’s commentary.

“After a few minutes of uncertainty, it’s clear that Y/n L/n is okay and out of her car. According to the Aston Martin race engineer, Ben Micheal, she is off to the medical center and in good hands” Crofty says with clear traces of relief in his voice.

You ride in the elevator clutching tightly onto your race suit. Now that the shock of the crash is gone, the only thing you can feel is pain in the left side of your hip. It’s a searing pain that has spread across your body, but it burns the most above your thigh.

The medics inside the ambulance do the work of pulling your race suit down your body to make your hip visible and you try your best not to wince every time a hand touches the left side of your body, but you do it so much it becomes subconscious.

You get wheeled through the medical center and into a room where two doctors immediately start working around you. You hear one talking about x-rays and having a proper ambulance being called to take you to the closest hospital once they examined your hip.

Your eyes are shut in pain, but you look up when you hear the voice of your PR officer and best friend in the paddock, Addison, asking the doctors for an update on you. “We can’t be 100% sure but from the looks of it, it might be a fractured hip” The female doctor says. Addison sighs and frows before going to your side to replace your clinched race suit with her hand.

“Are you okay?” The British woman asks. “No” You grimace “Am I going to the hospital?”

“Yeah, the ambulance is on its way, should be here in a few minutes”

You’ve never been in an ambulance before, and the underwhelming expirience does nothing to cheer you up. You enter the hospital through the ER entryway, but it doesn’t stop everyone in the waiting room from staring at a woman they find familiar.

You get x-rays done first and then a different doctor comes into your room to update you on the results about an hour later. Apparently, you have a femoral neck fracture in the left side of your hip, meaning you broke the top of your femur bone.

In order to prevent further injuries, you needed surgery as soon as possible. You’re 24, so you’re beyond eligible to deal with your own medical incidents, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Addison helped you figure it all out and within three hours, you were being wheeled into the operating room.

You were put to sleep while surgeons placed three steel screws through the top of your femur and into your pelvis. It took three hours, but it was successful; you were still in a daze once they took you for another round of x-rays.

It freaked you out a bit, seeing and knowing steel was screwed into your body but your hip didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did before, so you count it as a plus.

While you’re sitting in your hospital bed after your surgery, your doctor and surgeon knock on your door. “Hey Y/n, how’re you feeling?” The surgeon says.

“Eh, I’m okay. The anesthesia has mostly worn off but I’m still kinda tired. My hip doesn’t hurt as bad, though”

“That’s good. So, we’ve printed out all the necessary information for taking care of your fracture in here” The surgeon holds up a packet of papers. “But I’ll give you the gist of it now” He continues.

“You’ll have to stay in the hospital until Tuesday night and because you still need to get home, but because you can’t travel normally with your fracture, you’ll need to leave in a scheduled airliner. That means that you’ll fly on a stretcher installed in the plane with a medical flight attendant looking after you”

“When you get home, you’ll have to book a follow-up appointment to follow bone healing. All the wound care and pain medication information are in here” He pauses to hold up the packet as the man next to him continues

“You’ll be able to walk and sit and lay down just fine, you’re just going to experience some pain when you do. Physical therapy is recommended, and it will take about 3 months of training to regain total range of motion and strength”

“Now, I know you are a Formula 1 driver, but for the sake of your hip, I instruct you don’t drive for six weeks at least”

In all the information he gave you, that was the one sentence that stuck out to you. Six weeks means you won’t be able to race for the rest of the season.

Shit

Addison squeezed your hand and sent you a sympathetic look. You think the two doctors said a few more things but the only thing you noticed was when they left. “I-I can’t drive?” You said in disbelief.

“Y/n, there’s only three races left, you won’t be missing much-” Your PR officer said but you interrupted.

“It’s still three races! I was doing great; I was scoring points for us and now I’m just out?”

“Y/n, maybe this is a good thing” She shrugged and picked up the packet on your night stand.

“It says that after these types of car crashes, your reaction time will be slow, and we don’t want you out there when you’re not ready”

You were about to continue your argument, but instead you just sighed and threw your head back into the pillow, grumbling, “Fine”

Your two days in the hospital were filled with answering messages and daily checkups. A lot of people had contacted you with worry, and you had a few discussions with the engineers at Aston Martin.

Expectedly, they were as frustrated as you once they heard of your condition and set up a time with your PR team to announce it. You talked to your family and friends first, ensuring you were okay and would be heading home soon.

Most drivers on the grid heard that you were going into surgery and texted to make sure you were alright, and once you replied to them, you went on social media to see what everyone was saying.

On Tuesday night, you packed up all your things and changed into the clothes Addison brought you in preparation to leave for the airport. All the excitement from the Grand Prix was gone from Mexico City, so you had no trouble navigating through the airport.

The flight was a bit strange; having to lay down the entire time and have an attendant checking up on you every hour, but you managed.

It was relieving to finally get home after an exhausting week away, and you realized you should get used to being at home. Like the doctor advised, you made a follow up appointment and scheduled physical therapy appointments to fill two months.

The doctors you met at the follow up appointment removed the staples used to close up your wound and a few days later, you were going to your first therapy appointment.

The worst part about being bed ridden was the fact you could not watch the races in person. Along with not driving, you weren’t supposed to travel for 6 weeks.

From your couch you watched Felipe Drugovich race your car in Brazil, Las Vegas, and Abu Dhabi. You watched Max win the 2023 Championship and Lance finish 9th in the driver’s standings.

As soon as you could, you were on a flight to the Aston Martin Headquarters in Silverstone and included in many meetings regarding your injury and how to advance. You spend a few days in England on the simulator and being analyzed by race engineers.

You do the same once you arrive home, and your off-season schedule becomes fairly structured. You wake up, do the most amount physical training you can with your fitness trainer, go to physical therapy, race on your simulator, and go to sleep to do it all again tomorrow.

You travel to the Aston Martin headquarters a few more times but you don’t see anybody outside of your team until the pre-season testing session in February. You’re walking, without any pain, to the Aston Martin garage with Addison by your side when you feel two hands on your shoulder.

“Y/n!” A French voice exclaims. “Hey Esteban!” You turn to find the Alpine driver grinning. Since your crash, Esteban has checked in regularly asking about health updates and it became the beginning of a friendship between you two.

“It is so nice to see you in the paddock again. You are feeling better, yes?” He brings you into a hug as you walk together.

“Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better. I finished physical therapy last month and I was cleared to drive a few weeks ago”

“That’s great, I’m so happy you’re okay. I will see you later, Y/n” Your friend bids you goodbye and turns to walk to his own garage.

“You say hello to Esteban and not me?”

A voice comes from behind you, and you wheel around to see your teammate. “Hi Lance” You bring your teammate into a hug with a smile.

You’ve seen Lance a few times at Aston Martin HQ and it’s common for you two to train on your simulators at home together.

“How’s your hip, metal man?” He teases as you laugh. “It’s steel, actually, and it’s okay. Doesn’t really hurt anymore” You nod.

“Good. Be careful today, I want my actual teammate with me this year” Felipe adjusted well to your car and sudden promotion, but your contract was solid, and the Brazilian remains as your reserve driver.

“Don’t worry, I will be. See you later, Lance” You waved as he said goodbye and you both entered your garage then to your drivers' rooms.

The testing session proved to be successful, as both Aston Martin’s traded taking fastest laps. Both of the new cars had several upgrades done on them over the winter break and you’re glad to see they’ve paid off.

Pre-season testing is fairly low-key, so after finishing your run, there was no media for you to complete and you were free to go back to your hotel to prepare for tomorrow.

Both green cars performed strongly on Friday and Saturday, and you left Sakhir Track confident.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the first race of 2024. After a few months of winter break and three days of pre-season testing, we have all twenty drivers in their new cars, 30 seconds away from lights out.”

“And, for the first time since Mexico 2023, Y/n L/n rejoins the grid after a hip fracture. She’s healed splendidly after her surgery in the beginning of November and with the Aston Martin’s looking fast, she’s expected to do well here in Bahrain” Martin Brundle introduces today’s race.

“Here’s our top 10 on the grid today; Max Verstappen, P1. Charles Leclerc, P2. Sergio Perez, P3. Y/n L/n, P4. Carlos Sainz, P5, Lewis Hamilton, P6. Lance Stroll, P7. George Russel, P8. Lando Norris, P9. Pierre Gasly, P10. It’s going to be an interesting race, the light’s come on, and its light’s out and away we go!”

You’ve waited five months to get back in your car and you’re not about to waste the opportunity. Instead, you win.

“1st race of the year, her first race in five months, her first race win, Y/n L/n goes P1! She went through a Ferrari and two Red Bull’s, and now she goes through the checkered flag first!”

And you win again.

“For the second time, Y/n L/n wins the Grand Prix! She started P5 and worked her way up to P1! What a battle between her and Verstappen! Ladies and gentlemen, we’re only in Saudi Arabia, but it’s safe to safe I would follow those two cars wherever Formula 1 takes them if we get more races like that!”

And again.

“She does it in Miami! As her fourth race win, Y/n L/n beats Max Verstappen to the checkered flag with her teammate behind her in P3!”

And again.

“Martin, I can’t believe it. Y/n L/n wins her fifth Grand Prix in Monaco! It’s only the 8th race of 2024 but we are looking into a very exciting racing season ahead of us”

“So, Y/n” A reporter asks you during a press conference in June. “Max has won six races” She gestures to the Red Bull driver next to you. “And you’ve won five, looking to make it six this weekend in Austria. Is it safe to say that it’s going to be between you two for the 2024 Driver’s Championship?”

“Well, I mean it’s never good to speak too early, but we’ve both been looking promising this year and according to our stats, that’s where we’re headed”

“It’s Max Verstappen’s home race here in the Netherlands, but it’s not going to be easy to win. Y/n L/n has been right on his tail all race, her teammate Lance Stroll behind her in his own fight with the other Red Bull. My, if you asked me if this year’s rivalry would be between Aston Martin and Red Bull, I would not have believed you”

“And it’s the first 1-2 for Aston Martin! Lance Stroll goes P1 with his teammate right behind him! Great day in Singapore for the Canadian, outstanding day for everyone wearing green!”

“We are back in Mexico today, the very race she crashed at last year, but if she’s nervous she doesn’t show it. It’s Y/n L/n for her 9th win in Formula 1 and in the 2023 season! Verstappen in P2, Stroll takes P3, Perez, P4, and Sainz, P5”

“In the November air, Daniel Ricciardo goes P1 in Las Vegas after Max Verstappen and Y/n L/n collided and retired! An amazing day for the Australian, a frustrating one for the Red Bull and Aston Martin drivers”

“After Verstappen took his ninth win in Quatar, he and L/n are now tied with wins and very close in points for the Driver’s Championship. Max starts P1 today in Abu Dhabi, and if Y/n can get in front of him, Formula 1 will have its first female World Champion”

You’ve come way too far to lose like this. It’s been probably the most stressful season you’ve driven in ever, there’s no way you’re going to lose after it all.

“Y/n, relax” Your teammate places his hands on your shoulders.

“You’re going to do great. You’re going P1, trust me. You don’t need it but good luck, we’re all rooting for you” Lance sends you a smile and you’re struck with gratitude for your teammate.

“Thanks Lance, you’re going to do great too”You hug your friend before pulling your balaclava and helmet on.

“It’s an anxious day in Abu Dhabi, this race could go either way, it’s lights out and away we go!”

You remember Daniel comparing the 2021 Abu Dhabi race to a flip of a coin, and you think history has repeated itself. All 58 laps, you and Max take turns overtaking each other.

This time, it’s not just Sergio playing a team’s game; Lance helps in whatever way he can, whether it’s taking your spot when you’re in the pitlane or defending against Max so you can pass him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, after the most exciting season yet, Y/n L/n overtakes Max Verstappen and becomes the world champion! It took a long road of recovery, but the reward is sweet! L/n takes the checkered flag first and the arena is booming with noise! The coin has landed on her side today, and she accepts it happily”

The Aston Martin Garage is just as happy as you are, bringing you into hugs and jumping up and down, grins never leaving their faces. Lance joins you on the podium in P3 and you two soak each other in champagne. You shake Max’s hand politely but continue to beam as you wrap your home country’s flag around your shoulders and wave at the crowd.

With steel screwed into your hip, you stand on the podium with your trophy held above your head, looking down at everyone who has waited for this moment as long as you have.

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Maggie interview with Murray Scougall for The Sunday Post, 10.7.2023

Having played a small role in the first season, she made such an impression on Gaiman, whose other work includes The Sandman and Coraline, that he wrote a new, bigger part for her.

“In the middle of lockdown, in the bleakest period when I couldn’t envisage a time when the creative arts would exist again, I received an email from Neil informing me he was writing season two, and that he was writing a part for me and she would be called Maggie, so that there would be no confusion in casting.

“He asked if it was something I would be interested in, and once I stopped crying, I emailed back and said, yes please!”

“The first series was Neil writing a love letter to his pal Terry, and I thought it was finished with after season one since we’d done the book. But he could write whatever he wanted for season two since it was all in his head, and he decided to bring back the people he liked to work with. He said I’d brought joy to the set during the first season.”

Maggie was involved with Good Omens from its inception. Invited to a script read-through for Gaiman and the TV executives during pre-production, she made such a good impression that she was cast as demonic nun, Sister Theresa Garrulous. When she was killed off, Maggie thought it was the end of the adventure, but instead it was only the beginning.

“In the first season, I had no scenes with David or Michael, so to work with their characters in the second season felt like an out-of-body experience. It’s extraordinary what they bring to the parts. And the green room was ridiculous – some days I was looking around, thinking I was the only person there I hadn’t heard of!

“We filmed in Bathgate, where they turned the studio into the streets of Soho. It was incredible. We had electric cars, 350 supporting actors, and every corner, brick and poster on the walls looked phenomenal.”

She hopes her role in Good Omens 2 proves to be a pivotal moment in her career. “I have a beautiful character arc this season and there are some pretty boss moments, which are divine,” she said. “This does feel like a significant moment in my career. Because I’ve never been here before, it’s difficult to see into the future of what it might be, but to get a story arc like this and to do things I’ve never had a chance to do on screen before will, I hope, shift things, because I love working and hope to do more.

“This feels like a weird time because it’s been nearly two years since we received the scripts for the new series and it’s been our little secret, now it’s about to go out and it’s quite a cool moment to see it go free.

“I’m hopeful that people who haven’t seen me before will see me in this. Whatever happens, I’ll keep saying yes to things and try to bring joy wherever I can.”

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #magazines #maggie #maggie service #maggie interview #interview #sunday post magazine 2023 #bts #fun fact #wahoo! #s2 interview #the sunday post #the sunday post 2023

[gothamslostboy]

Marko W/ A Werewolf Mate

DAVID MICHAEL PAUL DWAYNE

A/N: I FINALLY DID IT! Here’s the final part to the lost boys with a werewolf s/o series. This started last year when I made Paul’s post, and I really didn’t expect me to take so long finishing this💀 sorry to all my marko lovers that his took almost a full year to complete and enjoy:]

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Marko finds you while strolling the boardwalk

He had separated from the boys in order to steal pick up some new paints

He’s a little disappointed that you’re a werewolf for 3 reasons

He thinks the idea of turning his mate and “corrupting” them is pretty hot

It’s easier to understand his mate’s emotions and feelings if they are eventually the same species as him

He’s been told since the day he was turned that werewolves hate vampires and now he’s scared you’ll reject him for it

But he doesn’t let it stop him from overall being excited about finding you

It’s been a couple decades since he got a new mate and he’s extremely curious what your personality is like

Will you be like any of his current mates? Or maybe something entirely new?

Marko’s mainly just hoping for someone who can keep up with his shananigans

Pauls fun to cause mayhem with but he’s also clumsy as fuck and normally they end up kicked off the boardwalk

At least until they can eat the guard who bands them

While Marko is still thinking of all the possibilities, you manage to catch his scent

Immediately you start running towards him

He notices you and starts to greet you

But Paul caught your scent, and wanted to protect his boy

He ends up tackling you into an alley and holding you down

Paul keeps asking you why you were trying to attack Marko but doesn’t trust you when you say he’s your mate

Well at least until Marko throws him off of you

It’s safe to say it wasn’t the first meeting either of you expected

But once everything got sorted out, and Paul gave an embarrassed apology, it ended up okay

Paul left to tell David and Dwayne what was going on, so you and Marko got to talking

He asked you to help him get the paints, and with the extra help, he also got a new sketchbook and some markers

With your supernatural speeds the two of you manage to out run the security guards and end up hiding under the dock, huddling together in order to avoid being seen through the cracks

He looks at you and breaks out into laughter, as quiet as he could, until you can’t contain your own laughter

Both of you whisper about the successful haul, until the giggles naturally die off

Staring at each other without speaking, you take in the other’s scents again

After the moment passes Marko has an idea

He smirks quickly before stuffing the stuff into his “shopping” bag and pulling you by the hand

Together you flee the boardwalk and don’t stop until you’re about 50 ft into the woods near the cave

You ask him what he’s doing and he tells you to listen to the noises around

Focusing as hard as possible, you notice a couple things: rushing water from the creek, an owl on the hunt, various animals walking, and finally, a group of ppl laughing near a camp fire

He proposes a challenge, first one to get a kill gets to make the first move

You chuckle at the idea but end up agreeing, shifting into your wolf form and darting towards the group

Marko is a bit in awe of your transformation

He had never seen anything like it

He doesn’t let himself fixate on it for too long long bc he realizes that now you’ve had a head start

Going as fast as he can, Marko gets to the campsite just in time to see you pounce

“Fuck!” He lets out a playful sigh as he helps take out the group, making sure there isn’t any stragglers

He fakes annoyance as you shift back, gloating about your victory

Marko is about to respond when you lean in and kiss him

He pulls away after a few seconds and you guys spend the rest of the night joking and getting familiar, eventually going back to the cave and meeting the others

Date nights for you two tend to involve some kind of scheme or murder

You pretending to be a dog and luring ppl into the woods to kill, testing each others abilities and seeing who’s better at certain things, messing with the rest of the pack, etc.

Marko also loves to play fight, so thank god you both have advanced healing

The full moon tends to make you more playful and increase your sex drive, and Marko is more than okay with both of those things

The only time Marko is gentle with you is the night after a full moon, when you’re dazed and tired from the heightened emotions and sensations you experience

But he’s right back to his normal self as soon as your better

After a couple years he starts getting sad about your mortality, so you both go to Dwayne for help

He figures out the rituals and items you need, and you and Marko set off to complete them

If you thought Marko was a sadist before, well you’re in for a shock now that you’re not a risk of death

He likes to howl at the moon with you at night, even though he doesn’t fully understand why you like it so much

He wanted to know if you play fetch since he met you, but didn’t know if that was a rude question to ask or not

He goes to the boys for advice on how to ask you but David just gets up and asks you right then

Now it’s a game yall play as a group

After a hunt they take a limb and throw it as hard as they can

If Marko is trying to hide something from you, like a gift or a conversation, he tends to throw things in the opposite direction

Your instincts are to immediately go get it

After the 3rd or 4th toss you figure it out and manage to stop chasing it though

He also thinks it’s funny to jokingly call you “bad dog/good dog” at random times and laugh when you give him a dirty look and growl

Marko doesn’t think it’s as funny when you bury his things in retaliation

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[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

It's Just a Movie - The Sequel: Part 15 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: angst, exposition, situations not being handled well, certain truths being shared, dickhead Michael, see this is what happens when people can't communicate effectively, vampires

Word Count: 2.4k

They were slow and clear. He punctuated every syllable so there was no mistake in what he said as his smile slipped from his face. You watched his face harden, watched the way he gripped the table. You didn’t have to have a window into his mind to know that he was thinking about it. He didn’t even seem to notice the gasps from the main room, or the way the Frogs' faces changed. 

Paul came closer and placed a hand on Markos shoulder. It was gentle, but even that made him flinch. The tallers voice was quiet, the quietest you’ve heard in awhile, as he said,

“Marko, c’mon-” But, Marko moved. He was pushing his arm away too hard, too quick, for this to be over. 

“Oh, oh! And, Paul,” Marko looked to him, then back to the boys. Another smile was on his face, but it was all teeth. “You both killed him- With some help from Nanook." He added the last bit, maybe just so they wouldn't get too proud of themselves. "And, Dwayne,” Marko was moving, stepping back into the living room, and you shadowed him. You watched as he finally got to say what he’d been holding onto since he very first saw the original film. All this anger- It was pouring out at once. He shook a finger at Sam, and a humorless laugh left his lips. “Sam got Dwayne.” 

Sam, who had been standing besides his mother, seemed to go blank with surprise the second those words hit him. When you looked at him, you watched the way his mouth fell for a moment. The little shake of his head, the look he cast towards his mother, and then the look he cast Dwayne. He was quick to look away, but you knew the thoughts that must’ve been crossing his mind. Even in the cave, Sam hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone. He was just a scared kid. 

Marko was still going behind you, and you felt your eyes close with a sigh when he finished with,

“And, Michael, well,” Marko looked right at the brunette. “I’m sure you can guess.” The words were like a stake through the chest of the entire room. It was like the air had been sucked out, and no one said a word. 

When you looked at Marko next, he looked deflated. With his anger gone, a hollow husk was left in its wake. He looked even more tired than before, and, worse, he looked like he'd given up trying to act like he wasn't. He rubbed his forehead, before rubbing both of his hands down his face. You could feel how tired he was, how much he just wanted things to be over. That was all he wanted, at the end of everything. For the nights before this had officially started, the long winter nights that felt like years ago instead of months.

"You can't blame us for things we didn't do." Michael said, and all you did was blink before David was across the room.

He was holding him up, so even Michael's taller form was lifted off the ground. David's face had shifted to sharp edges and deep-set yellow eyes, his fangs bared as the humans around him panicked and gasped. Lucy even let out a small scream.

"Is that really all you have to say, Michael?" He hissed, even as Sam tried to hit at him to let his brother down, as Lucy shouted for someone to do something, as the Frogs rushed towards the noise and commotion, as Michael yelped and tried to fight back.

But none of it mattered. Paul had the Frogs by the back of their shirts before they could get past the living room. Dwayne was pulling Lucy away, almost using his form to shield her. Marko was grabbing Star. It was a single hand on her arm, but you saw, in a flicker of a look between them, that it was all that she needed. And you went for Sam. 

You didn't even think as you did it. You didn't know when, but you'd become a cog in their machine. It came to you naturally, like you knew what to do. The second you realized what you were doing, you faltered, but you still said,

"Sam, don't." But, he never listened, did he? It's why you had to hold his shoulder, pull him away from the two.

Just in time to watch a silver blade be pointed at Davids throat.

Everyone froze then, and you watched David's eyes look towards the face of the oldest Emerson. He was standing at about an arms length, a silver dagger ready to pierce David's throat. You could hear the low hiss coming from him just from it being near. A single touch, and it’d light David's skin aflame.

"Put my grandson down." Grandpa said. David stared at the Emerson every second it took to set Michael down on his feet. The look from before, the understanding between them? It was odd the way it was painted on their faces now. Like they knew what would happen if either of them made the next move. The carnage that would ensue. In fact, David had a pretty good mental picture of how it’d go exactly.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment. The humans barely breathed.

"I think you boys better leave." The words weren't a suggestion. David took a step back. It seemed, while both of them knew of the fight ahead of them, neither of them wanted it. Not now, at least. The boys swarmed their leader, and you took a step. Again, it was like it wasn't even a choice. Second nature. The next words pointed at you like the dagger. "Not you. I said my family'd look after you and I meant that." Grandpa's words stopped you in your tracks, and you glanced from him to David. It was starting to get hard now to tell where your thoughts ended and David's began. Hell, was he affecting your actions? Less blue, less red- More purple. You thought. Quickly, you blocked everyone from your head. "But, you boys, you need to sort out what side you're on." Grandpa said finally.

"She's on our side." Dwayne said defensively, and you heard a quick rumble of protests. Mainly from the boy you had held onto a moment ago and his friends. But, Stars voice cut clear through theirs.

"Not yet. She's a half." Star said, and the words were so familiar. No, you're not. You're like Laddie and me. You're not one of them until- But, it wasn't Sam cutting her off then. It was David. He scoffed and turned. You watched as he did, as he started to walk away.

"If you think any of them are above what we are, you're wrong, Star.” His steps echoed through the house, as clear as the sound of his voice. “You heard Marko. This is a room full of killers." You watched him, feeling the pull to follow his steps. To follow all of them towards the door.

You watched him look above you, and you didn't have to look up to see what he was glancing at. You could hear Laddie's heartbeat pattering up above, and you were sure his little face was peeking out over the balcony. You knew what David was going to say a second before he did, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the punch his words had.

"At least, we didn't go after Laddie.”

You couldn’t believe that he’d gone there. The words weren’t just targeted at the boys besides you, but the girl who’d defended you. You felt a cold sort of numbness creep over you as you realized what David was doing. He was always so petty. He had to have the last word, had to be the one that burned the bridge. It wasn’t over until he said it was. Flashes of the movie flickered through your head, and his words rang in your mind. How far are you willing to go, Michael? 

You barely heard the gasp from Lucy, barely noticed how the humans shifted uncomfortably around you. All you could hear was Laddies heartbeat picking up speed. You could smell the sweat on his brow. The fear rushing through his veins as he gasped and froze up above.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Edgar said. It seemed while the threat of vampires had silenced Michael, nothing could get the Frog brothers to keep their mouths shut. David smiled for a second, as if something was funny to him. The others were stony and silent behind him, and the way they stared at the humans unnerved you. Davids eyes were trained on Stars. You knew why he was saying this, that this was the thing that truly would get under poor Stars skin. All because, what? She’d pointed out that you were a half? You didn’t realize the loosely-laced threat her words held. 

“I believe their words were 'Death to all vampires. Maximum body count'." David said, like she’d need the clarification. This? This was crossing a line. Telling them about the movie was one thing, and even that was bad. But, about Laddie? You thought, to some degree, they knew that this little tidbit from the original script should’ve never been spoken about. When you glanced at Star, she was staring at David. She was silent, unmoving. Almost like stone. But her heartbeat? It was beating so hard in your ears that you couldn’t imagine what it sounded like in hers. Everything, all that she’d built in the past weeks, must’ve been crashing down around her at that moment. Everything she thought she knew about the people she lived with, the people in her life. You didn’t know whether it would be a kindness or make it worse if you told her it was the Frogs. How could you tell her? How could you put something like that on their shoulders? 

David finally seemed satisfied. You couldn’t look at any one of the humans besides you when David asked, 

"Tell them, y/n. Am I wrong?" You stared at him. You stared at the man you loved for a very long moment. You couldn’t believe what he’d done, you couldn’t believe him. And, the worst thing of all was that he was telling the truth. 

"That wasn't necessary, David." Those were the only words you could muster. You knew you’d had eyes on you every second that you’d waited to answer him, eyes that were begging you to say that he was. That he was lying, that he was just being a monster. That’s what he was, wasn’t he? That’s what you felt like he was when you glanced over and caught a glimpse of Star closing her eyes as she turned away. You could hear the shakiness in the breath she let go, and you knew, whatever she’d been holding together, was finally shattering.

"Wasn't it?" David was at the door now. He glanced at you, before his eyes went back to Grandpa behind you. “Don’t worry, we’re going.” It seemed he hadn’t forgotten Grandpa’s threat, even if he hesitated by the door. You knew what he was waiting for. For you to take a step, to come with them. To choose them. But, your eyes were shifting to the boy on the landing above. When you met David’s icy blue eyes again, silently you told him,

Too far, David. You took it too far. And you went to try to start picking up the pieces of what David broke.

***

David sat in Max’s house. The chair he sat in was brand new, so new that David could smell it. It was a squeaky leather, one that was far too soft compared to his chair in the cave. He scratched at the leather of the arm, hoping one day to peel a hole into it.

He told himself again and again that he’d done what was necessary, what was right. But, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like having to break Star or scare Laddie, but, as Paul was ranting about, the Emersons were getting too close to old opinions.

“How could she have not heard it? Star said, ‘Not yet. She’s a half.’ What else could that mean?” He said as he paced around the room, going between a bottle and a joint as he did. David was mostly tuning him out, but he was right. They’d all heard the same thing when Star said those words. When she said that threat.

David was the head, wasn’t he? And what was the only sure-fire known way to cure a half? Killing the head. 

If Star was going to start throwing around words like that, they needed to do something. They needed to squash that before it could gain any traction. By herself, Star wasn’t much. But, with the Emersons? They were dead. So, they had to sever the ties between them. And, the boys had been quick to know exactly how to do that. David knew exactly what button to press to make sure Star didn’t end up riling them up. 

He was protecting you, his coven, but you hadn't noticed. He’d tried to tell you, but somewhere along that night you’d blocked him out. David hadn’t had time to run this by you. Hell, he shouldn’t have had to. He was only doing what he needed to in order to keep everyone safe. But, you were always so stubborn. You cared about the stupid Emersons. And, he hadn’t hurt anyone- He hadn’t even hurt Michael, even if he’d gotten a pretty good chance. He'd been mad in that moment, maybe let himself slip, but how else was he supposed to react? They'd laid down the big secret, the big reason they were upset, and all they'd gotten was a stupid, You can't blame us for things we didn't do. Like hell they could. And too far? Didn't you think the humans killing them was too far? He was starting to get himself riled up when someone stopped next to him.

“David, you did the right thing.” Marko said, and David finally looked away from the wall. The swirl of thoughts stopped, and he let them wash away. He looked at him, before he let out a breath through his nose. It was far from the worst thing he’d ever done, so why was it sitting with him? David knew why. He knew why this wasn’t sitting right, why this wasn’t something he could just gloss over. He just didn’t need Dwayne to say it.

“Then, why isn’t she here?”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys david #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #michael emerson #sam emerson #lucy emerson #grandpa emerson #laddie #the frog brothers #edgar frog #alan frog

[charliedawn]

ITS BEEN A MINUTE SINCE IVE BEEN HERE BUT ANYWAY

I wonder how the slashers would be like with a Remus Lupin kinnie? like wears, grandpa sweaters, always has a book, drinking so much tea, listens to Queen, ABBA, David Bowie, and is like the calm and collected one in the group? is like the mom/dad/parental figure of the group?

Author : "Hey there ! It has been a minute indeed. 😂 I just finished your request. I hope you'll like it.)

I think you and Michael would hit it off, as he would see an equal in you.

He would be a big fan of the grandpa sweaters and you would have matching tea cups for your parenting-free days. (aka when the nurses or Norman are taking care of them)

You would also take turns watching the "children". He would trust you in keeping an eye on them and you would exchange book names, as Michael is an avid reader. You would even have your little book club and share your opinions on different books.

Michael *smiles when you sit down next to himand wordlessly puts on Dancing Queen because he knows you like it*

Penny wouldn't understand you. He's the troublemaker, the very excited nerve-wracking alien child with no self-control and he wouldn't understand how someone can be so calm..like, how do you do it ?!

Penny *staring at you* : "Are you dead ?"

You *smile knowingly before turning the page of your book* : "No, Penny..I'm not dead."

Penny : "Then why aren't you moving ? And drinking hot water ?"

You *shrug* : "It's soothing."

Penny : "...Can I have some too ?"

You *smile and nod* : "Sure."

He would then spend the day mimicking you, sipping your tea and tilting his head to the music to confuse the other slashers. Still a troublemaker, just likes spending some quality time with you..

Freddy would appreciate you taste in music and barge into the room once you've put on music to dance, especially Queen.

Freddy *kicks your front door open and starts singing* : "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS !"

However, he would also be the very troublesome child who often causes lots problems. To be honest ? He would be the one you would have to keep an eye out for the most.

Pennywise and Freddy *put whipped cream into the shower pipes*

You *arrive and arch a quizzical eyebrow at them*

Pennywise and Freddy *quickly raise their finger accusatively at each other* : "He did it !"

Freddy doesn't have an off-switch. He has a lot of energy and would make sure to try your patience every chance he gets.

Pennywise has already this kind of tough grandpa attitude, which means—every morning before the slashers wake up—he goes outside to relax on his favorite rocking chair. He likes to just stare at the landscape and get lost in thought. He would never admit it, but he still likes having company sometimes.

You *smile when you see him and gesture to the chair next to him* : "Is this seat taken ?"

Him *glances at it before shrugging* : "Nah. You can take it. Doesn't make a difference to me.."

Just so you know, he put that chair there. He knew—hoped—you would come.

He was surprised when you offered him a sweater and even pretended not to be interested at all at first, only to wear it everyday afterwards..Congrats on winning that grumpy clown's heart.

Jason and Brahms would feel safe around you, which is a rather remarkable achievement as they tend not to trust anyone. They would relax in your company and make up their own "no disturbance" rule around you. It means you would be the person they would come to if they need a timeout from the others. Or, simply for you to read to them, as Jason doesn't know how to read and Brahms likes to have someone read to him.

(They also like you grandpa sweaters and Jason finds it very difficult not to sleep on you when you read to him.)

Five actually liked you from the start. You are quiet, collected and never put your nose in other's people's business, which Five finds quite enjoyable considering the many doctors who tried to understand him and pick his brain over the years.

Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that you always think of him when you prepare yourself a cup of tea and bring him a cup of coffee too. The first time you did it, he was skeptical and took a tentative sip first before thanking you. But, as you seemed to be "good enough" to his very high standards, he was very quick to appreciate your company and you would even say, you became friends..(which is the highest form of honorary title coming from Five.)

Five *when you bring him a cup of coffee* : "Please. Stay. Forever, if possible ?"

Norman is actually your twin. I'm not kidding.

Loves grandpa sweaters.

Loves tea.

He is rather quiet and knows how to manage the slashers when the situation requires it. I think you would have a good relationship built on trust.

He would keep an eye on the slashers while you're away and he would let you keep an eye on the residents in his hotel if he has an emergency.

You would have a lot of different topics to talk about and even Mama Bates would warm up to you. Eventually.

You *already turned the kettle on* : "Do you want a cup of tea ?"

Norman *smiles at the proposition* : "Why thank you, my dear ! Absolutely !"

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #michael myers x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #slashers #freddy krueger x reader #norman x reader #jason voorhees x reader #five hargreeves x reader #norman bates x reader

[heelbucks]

bc im trying to have dreams of chuck taylor (dustin) or cash wheeler (daniel);

could a bestie get smut of either? the kinkiest, dirtiest shite you could think of, then that sweet, tooth decay aftercare?

oh baby - c. wheeler

pairing: daniel (cash) wheeler x fem! reader

warnings: minors dni, heavy smut (breeding kink, public sex, oral [m receiving], road head, [please be careful y’all], ), established relationship, use of real names!! (dax = david, wardlow = michael),

notes: i am an absolute SLUT FOR HIM so ofc i picked cashie bb enjoy ! takes place post trios match at all out! also look at this gif of him he’s such a cute lil shit. do you guys like me writing fully out of kayfabe with their real names? let me know!! maybe i’ll do it more :) also!!! this is easily the longest thing i’ve written in a while so it’s taking me a bit of time!

you sat in guerrilla position with david’s wife and daughter at the edge of your seats. you can see maria slightly cringe every time he lands awkwardly and sells a move perfectly. “i know he’s not seriously hurt, but i’m so proud of him, he’s such a good actor.” she says when she can finally breathe again as michael tags in.

you two get so wrapped up in watching your partners that the tiny harwood almost misses her cue. tony khan gently rushes her outside and you can’t miss the look of awe on her mothers face as the men in the ring let her get her “first win”.

daniel was always so good with his goddaughter, he really would do anything for her

as the boys file backstage, daniel drops his belts and swoops you up into his arms. “there’s my favorite cheerleader. whatcha think of the match babydoll?” he asked you in between kissing you all over your face. “amazing as always, danny.” you giggled as he placed you down.

you both looked over at the family next to you and shared the same thought. “i really do love how sweet you are with kids. i can’t wait to have a baby with you.” you whispered in his ear, placing a quick kiss below it. his adrenaline and testosterone already pumping through his veins, daniel pulled you closer to him via a tight grip on your ass. “is that so doll? why don’t we get a head start on that then? can’t wait to come home and see you being my cute lil housewife.” he was practically growling in your ear when you physically dragged him away. “sorry we’d love to stay for the after party but these cramps are killing me. maria, text me when you guys get in okay? congratulations again david and michael!” nobody had time to register what has happening, but david knew his best friend and he sat there laughing to himself while you two sprinted to the cars, making a quick stop for him to change out of his gear.

barely making it into the large rental car, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. daniel’s large hands wrapped tightly around you lifting you up with ease. “tell me why i can’t take you right here again?” his words come out breathlessly as he places kiss after kiss down your neck. before you could answer you heard a few camera clicks and laughed. “that’s why. don’t need other people to witness our first kid getting made.”

daniel opened up your door and ran to the driver side and started the drive to the hotel. the entire time his hand was clenching your thigh and yours was sliding across his lap. as you passed over his cock, you gave it a little squeeze. “babydoll, don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, or i might have to pull over right now.”

looking up at him with a smirk, you unbutton your seatbelt and lean across the center console. “who said i wasn’t gonna finish?”. you pull down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion. his length bounces slightly against his tummy and you lean down to give a little kiss to the tip. you slowly take little by little into your mouth, your boyfriend above you gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white. “fuckin hell baby.” you hear from above you.

as you hollow out your cheeks and get into more of a rhythm, daniel finally starts to relax, one of his hands making it’s way to the back of your head to hold it down. not paying full attention, he drives over a speed bump, sending his cock against the back of your throat. “shit, sorry doll. damn that felt good.”

as you two pulled into the hotel parking lot, you sat up straight, wiping the spit and precum from your mouth. “that, was fun. we’re doing that again when we get home.” you smiled at your boyfriend while he adjusted himself and made it slightly less obvious he got one of the best blowjobs of his life.

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once inside your room, daniel locked the door and dropped everything. “let’s get a baby in you then, future mrs. wheeler.” he pulled you in close, his large hands easily gripping onto your waist and pushed you gently onto the bed. as you landed with a bounce and a giggle, you get up on your knees to kiss him. he pulls away to peal off his shirt and practically rips yours off. you lay back and pull down your leggings and roll over so your ass is in his face.

daniel quickly gets rid off his pants again, and you feel the bed dip as he climbs onto it. “normally, i’d have you ride my face until you’re crying. but tonight, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re knocked up.” his voice is deep and sends a chill down your spine as he pulls your panties to the side and slowly pushes one finger in. “oh you like that don’t you? you just can’t wait for me to fill you up, get you nice and full with my kid?”

to be continued?

#cash wheeler fluff #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler x reader #cash ​wheeler headcanons #daniel “cash wheeler

[tybaltsjuliet]

all this has happened before. an OUAT-inspired re-imagining.

WENDY DARLING.

if i know you at all i know you’ve gone too far so i can’t look at the stars

once upon a time, in neverland...

Wendy knew that the longer they lingered there, the less hope they’d ever have of getting away. But standing on the beach with Tiger Lily, gazing at the sea, she found herself doubting if this was really the best way out. Maybe she should have believed Hook, when he said he could take them back to England. Maybe she never should have left at all. But there was no changing that, now.

John sat in the boat, with Michael in his lap. Their youngest brother had worn himself out at last and was fast asleep, snuggling his persevering teddy bear. The poor animal looked about as beat as Wendy felt. But she couldn’t give into her own exhaustion, not yet. Not until they were home.

When they’d first come to Neverland, Wendy thought she would stay there forever. And Peter thought she would, too. She shuddered and glanced around the beach, half-expecting to see him or his shadow lurking there, ready to drag them back to the Hangman’s Tree. But the only shadows she saw were hers and Tiger Lily’s.

“Thank you for everything,” Wendy said, as Tiger Lily helped her step into the boat.

Tiger Lily squeezed her hand. “Be careful getting out of here. The mermaids shouldn’t give you any trouble, but if they do...”

“I’ll drown them,” Wendy finished, and Tiger Lily grinned.

“That’s the spirit.”

The mermaids had scared Wendy, back when she first came to Neverland. But now she knew there were much worse things dwelling there.

Tiger Lily helped them push away from the shore, and Wendy gripped the oars tightly as they set off. She knew, if she looked back, that she might see the outline of Skull Rock, or a flash of firelight from Tiger Lily’s camp on the plains. But she resisted. If she looked back, she was afraid she’d forget why they were leaving.

“No stars,” John observed glumly.

Wendy glanced up. Thick black storm clouds had rolled in, hiding the stars, and the sliver of the moon, too. “They’ve never helped us before,” she said firmly. “We’ll find our heading without them.”

John’s frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything. Wendy didn’t have the heart to be glad that, for once, he wasn’t bothering to question her.

The further out they got, the darker it grew. Neither of them noticed the shadow that was following them.

now, in storybrooke...

“Hey, Wendybird! David needs you!”

Wendy just about jumped out of her skin as Owen Cabot’s voice rang through the crowded hallway. A few of their classmates snickered, but most of them just rolled their eyes and went back to minding their own business. She hastily slammed her locker shut and made her way to David’s as quickly as she could.

“Found her,” Owen said, with a smug grin, when she got there. David looked profoundly mortified to exist on the same planet as him.

“Owen,” Wendy said sternly. “Don’t you have a rugby field to be terrorizing?”

He laughed and elbowed David affectionately before taking off. “You’re welcome!” he shouted, almost as an afterthought, when he’d gone halfway down the hall.

David winced. “Sorry about that. Um, I just wanted to ask, I mean, I was just thinking. If you wanted to come over tonight, we could get started on that thing for Mallory’s class. If you wanted.”

“I’d like to.” Wendy sighed and gnawed at the inside of her cheek. “But my parents are out of town again, and I don’t want to leave John and Michael by themselves too long...”

“I mean, they can come, too!” he said quickly. “You can all stay for dinner and everything. My folks wouldn’t mind. Really.”

Wendy briefly weighed what would be preferable: another night of trying to dodge the Cabots’ questions about how her parents were doing, or another night of trying to scrounge up something for herself and her brothers on her own. “Okay. Sure.”

“Cool. See you, Wendy.”

With a nervous smile, he disappeared into the crowd. Wendy hoped she’d make it out of the building without further incident, but she had no such luck. Ms. Desjardins’s nose might have been stuck in a book, but that didn’t stop her from honing right in on her as she passed by the library.

“Wendy!” she called. “Can I borrow you real quick?”

Wendy should have pretended that she hadn’t heard. She was very good at pretending. Instead, she bit back a sigh and stepped inside the library.

“I just wanted to say, I loved that story you wrote for the school magazine,” Ms. Desjardins said. “It was really excellent. You have a gift, do you know that?”

As much as she wanted to make her escape, Wendy couldn’t help but smile at that. “Thanks.”

Ms. Desjardins set her book down, and fixed Wendy with a knowing look. “You should read it at the next family night. Your parents will be there, right? I missed them last term.”

Her voice was as friendly and warm as it always was. But Wendy knew that the part she wasn’t saying: And the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that.

“I hope so,” she said, and that, at least, was not a lie.

But that wasn’t enough for Ms. Desjardins. “They're not still away, are they?” When Wendy didn’t answer, she frowned. “What do they do for a living, again? Your little brother already gave me the circus story.”

“International spies, actually. We’re really not supposed to talk about it.” She laughed weakly, but Ms. Desjardins’s frown deepened. “I’ll make sure they come next time, I promise. Have a good weekend!”

And, before Ms. Desjardins could say anything else, Wendy ducked out of the library and darted away. She hated lying to Ms. Desjardins - and to David’s parents, and to Ms. Mallory, and to everyone else who, she knew, was just trying to look out for them. But she wasn’t about to risk her and her brothers getting split up. Not when their parents would be home any day now.

Any day now, Wendy thought, willing herself to keep believing it. She straightened her shoulders, clutched her books close to her chest, and went to find John and Michael.

#finally starting to get some of this thing written down! #wendy gets the first set because she is thee protagonist :) #inasmuch as OUAT has one of those #i KNOW none of you are gonna believe me but i swear ms. desjardins is not a purposeful carrie reference #i only thought of that after i had settled on that name for [redacted] in storybrooke #but. it is a good reference anyway so it can stay. #;all this has happened before. #;dream factory. #;swan’s graphicks. #;swan’s stories.

[ingravinoveritas]

(Not me finishing my first fic in two years?? So excited to have something new to share, and with huge thanks to you all for your patience...)

Title: The So-Called Blush Response Author: Me Pairing: Michael Sheen/David Tennant Rating: R Warning: Brief sexual references (nothing explicit), some language Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, 100% made up. Please don’t sue. Thanks. Summary: David is the warmth Michael wants to curl up in. Takes place in 2020, during the filming of Staged season 2. Author’s Note: Inspired by these outtakes from the Staged BTS video. So much gratitude as well to the lovely people who inspired and pushed me to finish this! (Also available on AO3.)

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“I like it. love a bit of sci-fi.”

Michael watched David playing with the beam of light, sitting across from him in that fucking leather jacket.

David had told him he’d be wearing it for the shoot that day, but he still wasn’t prepared, wasn’t ready for how gorgeous it would look on him, slim shoulders and sylph-like chest fully on display. The long hair and David’s tendency to run his fingers through it had already been a distraction--in the best possible way--but the jacket only made matters worse.

Or better, if you were Michael and looking at what he was looking at.

“If I could get it over one eye it’d be great, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah...”

How can one man get this much unadulterated enjoyment out of playing in the sun?

It wasn’t really the sun, though, stuck inside as they were. Things weren’t the same as when they’d shot the first series, a sense of hopelessness washing over the world like a tsunami. It was better now, in some ways, feeling the few trickles of light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.

Life wasn’t normal--not by a long shot, Michael reckoned--what felt like forward momentum happening in fits and starts, his heart wearing thin from the uncertainty and false promises of seeing another face for the first time in ages.

David’s face.

They were due to film the last scene soon, in person, in the actual flesh. The thought that he’d definitely, unquestionably be seeing David again--”Wearing masks,” Simon cautioned, leaving Michael to levy a barrage of Welsh curses at Covid safety protocols--was nearly more than he could bear.

I can’t not kiss you. I can’t be that close and still be so far away.

He pushed it from his mind, focusing on the scene at hand. They were on their third take, no thanks to Michael forgetting his lines in favor of staring at David and the now-unfortunately placed beam of sunlight shimmering across his face.

“Kittenish” was the word that came to mind, even as Michael questioned whether it was acceptable to describe a grown man that way. Cats and their languid stretches reminded him of David--everything reminded him of David--both their backs arching with unearthly grace, both always managing to find a patch of warmth to curl up in.

He’d actually heard David purr once, thanks to his own carefully placed fingers and a flick of the wrist. It was a sound he’d never heard before, the gentle vibrations from David’s lithe body coupled with the look of utter need in his eyes leaving Michael wrecked and determined to hear it again every day for the rest of his life.

“Close enough,” David had said the first time they were on Zoom, apologetic. Hopeful. Always trying to make the best of things.

Wanking in a cold kitchen in the middle of the night hardly seemed to qualify, watching each other the way they had for months of filming, David’s half-bitten off moans radiating out from the laptop speakers. All of his senses were full of David, yet the room somehow felt even emptier with him on screen--there without being there at all.

Michael longed for the scrape of a chair leg, the clatter of dishes as David put them in the sink, the quiet laughter when he teased the other man for tidying up. A glass of wine in the garden after dinner, David leaning into the crook of his neck through a fog of hazy-eyed bliss, hands clasped together as they watched the sun disappear beneath the lush, sheep-dotted hills.

No, Zoom wasn’t close enough. Not close enough at all.

“Well, I’ll miss this.”

Another line in the script, another moment of genuine pathos later in the scene.

Simon writes what he sees.

Christ, he really would miss this. Not the tedious grind of filming, and certainly not the isolation of lockdown, but this. Seeing David take so much pleasure in something so small, letting go of all the unending worry Michael could never set down. He’d miss having David all to himself--even on a computer screen--for so many hours in a day, and he no longer cared if it was selfish to want more.

I love you.

Michael had nearly forgotten they were on camera and swallowed the last part, adroitly replacing it with the bit about sci-fi. He fidgeted slightly, lowering his gaze to just below David’s eye line, as if looking at him would’ve made it too hard not to say.

He was simply there. And without meaning to, Michael loved him.

The troublesome sun still hadn’t shifted angles. Simon was annoyed, muttering somewhere in the background about doing another take in ten minutes.

Ten more minutes of David in that leather jacket, of Michael trying not to think about leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck. Ten more minutes of listening to David giggle as Michael cracked a series of bawdy, Welsh-flavored jokes in quick succession. Distracting himself from a truth he could no longer avoid.

I don’t really want whatever comes next. Not without you across the way, in the light.

“I have to go.”

“I’m still not ready.”

Neither one of them were.

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #staged #or 'Brokeback Mount Him' which is what I am referring to Staged as from here on out #good omens rpf #staged rpf #fanfic #writing #so happy to have this done finally #i know smut is my bread and butter but they deserve cuddly shit too damn it #feedback is also welcomed and appreciated #<3

[themarginalthinker]

Human Coil - lost boys drabble

(a little jam me and my partner wrote about seeing the Boys actually work for their food lol)

Seeing the pack actually hunt is pretty chilling.

The first time, it had been dark, his purely human eyes not able to see much in the flickering light of the bonfire. The gang had been stationary targets, and not more than a hundred feet away. That hadn’t been hunting, it had been bobbing for apples in a shallow tub. 

This was different.

Michael can't keep up on human feet, so they have him ride Thorn.

It's two people lost in a van on back roads somewhere in the deep woods of the Rockies foothills at night, clearly looking for a place to stop over. Steep inclines on one side of the road. A shear wall of rock to the other. The guardrail needs updating. 

Paul mists, spreading the thin tendrils of himself across the road. The headlights don't cut it more than a few yards. 

Marko projects a doppler of himself into the road. If one were to come closer, look harder, they could have seen the odd angles of the false image, but a moving vehicle has no such luxury. The van swerves in a panic, and slams through the guardrail, down the side of the steep hill. It rolls, windshield cracking like a shell, bits of the van flinging off into the night.

Inside, the glass spatters with blood.

The woman gets out. The man does not. She’s yelling, stumbling, hurt but not dead. She comes to the driver’s side, to the man, trying to get the door open and help him. Already, it’s clear to all that he’s beyond that. 

The woman looks about, helpless in the night. Her eyes find the road above the incline. 

She sees them.

She runs.

David and Dwayne shoot after her, so fast, they're blurry in Michael's vision. He grips the fur around Thorn's neck a little tighter. The dog boy keeps pace, a dozen herself feet behind. He stops to nose at the overturned car for a moment, before leaving the injured man for Paul and Marko who are already in the van and pulling the body out. He takes Michael to follow the trail of the woman.

By the time they catch up, she's already in between Dwayne's jaws.

She's still moving. Her arms are in Dwayne's hands, claws sinking into the flesh to keep a better hold. David is keeping her legs from getting traction on the ground enough to arch back and wiggle out. 

Not that that would matter either, Dwayne is already eating, thick swallows from the ruined flesh under his crushing teeth. David sees them come close, amber eyes catching the light of the moon, reflecting it in their depths. 

He considers them for a moment… and then nods to Thorn, for him to bring Michael closer.

Thorn does, and Michael slides off of him. He pads to the side of the dying woman, seeing her dimming eyes, hearing her shallow, panicked breathing. Even with his fledgling nose, he can smell the blood.

"You hungry?" David asks. 

Michael nods.

"Starving."

Michael's teeth aren't sharp enough yet to break skin, so David does as he has for almost four years now. A claw makes a path for Michael. Their leader feeding all before himself.

The woman’s blood flows easily enough for a fledgling.

It tastes like salt, and fear and iron.

Michael doesn't need as much as a full vampire. He takes until his body tells him to stop, and lets David and Thorn finish what he started. 

As they do, him sitting to the side and enjoying the full feeling, he looks down at himself. His still human body. He doesn't have claws yet, and his body doesn't turn into the elegant, arrow-like shape. It looks like a breeze, slipping through the understory of the trees, or brushes, loping, racing across open fields. 

Michael lifts a hand, looking at the moon between his fingers. How it illuminates the little veins and arteries hidden below thin skin, the bones under that. He wonders what it feels like to make them curl into claws, change their form to make the predator of man. 

He knows this transient state won't, can't, last forever. He wants it. He's wanting it more every hunt. 

It's been almost four years since he left Santa Carla with the pack. He's starting to wonder what's holding him back.

-

David is The one who helps carry him back to their nest. It's far enough that it would likely take more than a day on foot for Michael. But David is very fast, especially fresh off of a kill. Michael just has to hold on. 

They stop about half a mile out from their hiding place. David sets him down on the mossy back of a fallen tree, and in a moment, looks human again. The hunt is over, and keeping up the change can be straining. 

The nest isn’t too far away, the old warehouse shed left abandoned in the middle of the woods to rot. The atmosphere has shifted, the dead of night passed and the world is preparing to welcome a new day. Dawn is soon. 

"I've been thinking," Michael starts.

"Always dangerous,” David jokes. “Do you have a light? I think I lost mine in the woods."

Michael hums, and digs through his pockets. Normally Paul would be there to save the day, but he and Marko haven't made it back just yet. Michael can only imagine what they're doing. They didn't make a kill with their own teeth tonight, but the slight high from blood is more than enough for those two to...well. 

Michael finds a flick-open lighter, handing it to David, who lights up, and then offers Michael a smoke. He just shakes his head. 

David shrugs, tucking the pack back into a pocket, and flops onto the log. He looks at him expectantly. 

Michael tries to put the new, fragile words knocking about his mind in the right order. 

"So. I come-with on hunts now, and I eat with you guys," he starts. 

David raises an eyebrow. "Observant." 

"Shut up," Michael growls. David snickers, but waves his hand for him to continue. 

"Well. Uh." He breathes. It's fine. It's just David. "What. Is killing like."

David looks at him, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he’s trying to decipher the words himself. This was likely not the question he’d been expecting, nor the conversation to follow. 

He takes a long drag of his cigarette before he answers.

"I'll be real with you. It never gets easier. Unless I really hate the person, I always feel a little bad when their heart stops. But other than that?"

He takes another long inhale, letting the smoke linger between his teeth before exhaling. Savoring the feeling in his lungs.

"It's exhilarating. You haven't been flying yet but it's very similar. A sort of…weightlessness, and, I don't know. It feels right."

Michael freely admits that he feels a release in his chest he hadn't known had been wound tight, hearing that David did still feel something when he killed. He wasn't...wrong. Vampires weren't so far away from the mortal coil, so deep in 'pretending' that they never looked in the mirror and could no longer see the connection between themselves, and the prey in their jaws. 

At least, not his vampires. 

And Michael isn't lying to himself anymore. He can't. 

He likes the taste. He likes running, he likes feeling full, warm, cuddling with Paul and Marko who lick him clean and settle in to be big, lazy predators. 

But there's that last barrier. He knows none of them care that he still has it, really. But he does.

He's starting to outgrow his humanity. He supposes, before he shucks it for good...he just wants to know the other side won't hurt him. 

Michael is broken from his reprieve by David suddenly leaning in, and kissing the corner of his mouth. 

"If you were thinking any louder we could use the click of your cogs as a beat for Paul's music." 

Michael laughs, and returns the kiss. Nicotine, smoke, and blood. Not bad.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #vampires #writing #writing jams #david/michael

[therealraeweber]

Hey Tumblr! It's been a hot minute, but I wanted to hop on today and share a project I just finished for my digital media class!

Keep reading to see my process of making this dagger!

Our assignment was super open ended, with the prompt just being "Make a project that involves Blender in some way", so I thought doing something mixed media would be a lot of fun. I'm on a mission this semester to start making art for classes that I WANT TO MAKE, and not just tailor to what I think will get me a good grade and what my profs would like. Honestly, could make a whole post about that mission as it is actually more challenging than I had anticipated, but I digress.

For my dagger, I started by making a quick sketch in Procreate to get an idea of what I wanted my model to look like. I got some inspo off of Pinterest, but tired to make the design my own, and something I could feasibly make.

Since I was making this project for a digital media class, and the assignment was supposed to revolve around using Blender, I made a base 3D model for the dagger, which I would then send off to get printed.

I originally tried to model the vines and leaves in Blender, but I had a really hard time with it, since I am still re-learning how to use Blender (haven't used it since high school). So I decided to make it a mixed media project, since the prof said this assignment was very open ended. Plus, doing mixed media would give me a chance to try out foam clay, which I've been wanting to experiment with for a while.

I then sent my 3D model off to my good friend David, who 3D printed it for me. He was even kind enough to send me a time lapse of it printing!

After printing, David also assembled the base for me, but I put glue in all the seams, followed by filler once that dried, and sanded the whole thing down. It definitely could have used more sanding since you can still see print lines in some places, but I was on a strict time crunch to get this assignment in on time.

Then I went in with my foam clay and started adding the leaves and vines on the handle, as well as the leaf details on the cross-guard. I had never used foam clay before (I know... what kind of cosplayer am I?), but I really enjoyed working with it. I had a bit of a hard time getting it to stick to the plastic, but I found that wetting it and then letting it get a bit tacky really helped with that.

The foam clay I bought was from Michaels, and was technically labeled "Modelling Foam", so I have no idea how it compares to the nice foam clay that most cosplayers use. I would have ordered that, but I decided to do the modelling by hand rather last minute, so I needed to buy what was available in store. Overall I enjoyed working with it, but I would still be interested to try the real stuff some time (assuming it's actually different from this).

After letting the foam clay dry overnight, I started painting it. I primed everything with a silver spray primer, then went over just the blade, pommel, and cross-guard with a more metallic silver spray paint. Thankfully, I had enough paint and primer left over from the two angel blades I made in the summer, so I didn't need to buy more paint for this project. I then painted the handle by hand, which was one of the most tedious paint processes I've ever done, but I'm quite happy with the results.

Last up was some clear coat, as I didn't want to risk any of the paint chipping off. I'm also hoping the clear coat will help seal the foam a bit, as I have no idea how foam clay holds up when used on props. I let the sealant dry overnight last night and this morning it was done! And today I took some pictures of it outside to submit to my prof for grading, and to use during our class critique tonight. Considering I was rushing these last steps after 3D printing, it is a miracle I got it done by the deadline. I'm quite happy with how it turned out!!!

Now I'm just hoping that crit goes well tonight! We'll see if my prof thinks this is too much mixed media for a digital media class...

Anyways, hope you enjoyed seeing my process! I know I haven't posted in ages... I have done and made so many cool things this past month, but I've been too stressed and busy to make posts about them. Hopefully I'll have more time to share stuff with you guys soon!

#dagger #3D print #Blender #mixed media #prop #prop making #cosplay prop #foam clay

[goddesspharo]

people I'd like to know better tag

Thanks to @at-thestillpoint for the tag!

Last song: I heard that stupid “updated” “We Didn’t Start The Fire” cover that Fall Out Boy did over the weekend and have been annoyed about it since then (it’s bad and not chronological which is literally the whole point!!! also how has their sound not evolved IN TWENTY YEARS??) so I’ve been listening a lot to the Billy Joel original (a timeless classic; the only one who should be updating is Billy Joel). But the actual last last song I listened to was Pearl Jam’s “Rearviewmirror” while eating a bag of chips for dinner because I’m on call and work is killing me. 

Currently watching: I watch a lot of movies (and that’s not even logging rewatches). I just finished rewatching the Mission Impossible franchise this weekend in anticipation of the new film (…after having rewatched the franchise last summer when the teaser trailer for MI7 got me so hyped) and, honestly, name a better franchise - you can’t because Fast & Furious has fallen off the rails (derogatory) and even when a Mission Impossible movie is bad (MI2), everyone has great hair! The soft reboot of energy starting with Ghost Protocol has only reinvigorated it. Tom Cruise can make these movies forever as far as I’m concerned and I’ll keep watching them. More recently, I watched Traffic today and it was both terrible (narrative wise) and hideous (did Soderbergh film all of the Mexico scenes on the sun???) and I cannot believe that THIS movie out of all the other (great!) movies he has ever done is what got him an Oscar for directing. Thanks, I hate it. TV-wise: I’m trying to catch up on Silo aka the show where Rebecca Ferguson keeps doing insane things and getting people killed (but also why won’t anyone make out with Common???) because apparently the only Apple TV show I’m actually capable of remembering to keep up with every week is Platonic, which more people should watch because Rose Byrne and Seth Rogen playing off each other is ALWAYS gold. They are my Jessica Chastain/Michael Shannon team up of comedy.

Currently reading: I’ve been trying to finish Laura Dave’s The Last Thing He Told Me for ages, but it’s as much of a slog as the show so I’m not sure that it’ll ever happen (…for either? God, I just want to get to the Victor Garber part!). Working my way through Making Rumours slowly and am about to start reading Piers Paul Read’s Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors (one of the inspirations behind Yellowjackets!), but I really need to listen to Vendela Vida’s We Run The Tides first before Libby returns my audiobook loan.

Current obsession: spiiiieees (always); the cold brew I’ve been making lately with Cafe Du Monde grounds (highly recommend); the breakfast burritos I made this weekend; Tom Cruise saving cinema (why are the Oppenheimer folks so boring that they couldn’t play the game like Gerwig and Robbie?); Top Gun Maverick - still? forever? I keep waiting for it to leave my system and it simply won’t; mango season; trying to figure out which old HBO shows I finally need to watch before they get shipped off to Netflix (not the end of the world; it would just annoy me to watch an HBO thing not on an HBO platform) or yeeted to hell because David Zaslav is clearly just three kids stacked on top of each other under a trench coat.

No pressure tags: @earnmysong, @pearly--rose, @veronicafitzosborne, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#ask me things

[f1]

Mick Schumacher reaches emotional Race of Champions final as DTM star Mattias Ekstrom triumphs

Double DTM and FIA World Rallycross Champion Mattias Ekstrom won the Race of Champions for a record-equalling fourth time at Sweden’s Pite Havsbad over the weekend, defeating former Haas F1 racer Mick Schumacher in the Grand Final. Ekstrom out-scored Schumacher – now acting as reserve driver for the Mercedes F1 team – by two heats to nil in Sunday’s showdown on the snow and ice of the frozen Baltic Sea, despite encountering a scare when he had to put out a cockpit fire. READ MORE: Lucas Blakeley beats rival Jarno Opmeer to be crowned eROC Champion 2023 It marked an emotional victory for Ekstrom, who previously won two of his three titles against Mick’s father, seven-time F1 champion Michael, and means he now equals the ROC record also held by French rally legends Didier Auriol and Sebastien Loeb. Earlier in the knockout stages (which separated racing drivers and those with rallying experience) Ekstrom came out on top against extreme sports legend Travis Pastrana, five-time World Rallycross Champion Johan Kristoffersson and World Rally star Thierry Neuville in a mixture of identical off-road cars. Schumacher, meanwhile, booked his place in the final after winning a head-to-head with the recently-retired Sebastian Vettel – F1 also represented at the star-studded event through Mika Hakkinen, David Coulthard and Valtteri Bottas. Hakkinen and current Alfa Romeo driver Bottas both lost in the Round of 16 stage, while Hakkinen’s former McLaren team mate, Coulthard, dropped out in the Round 1 play-offs. READ MORE: Vettel hints he might try his hand at rallying as he considers his post-F1 plans Before the individual competition, father-and-son duo Petter and Oliver Solberg won Saturday’s ROC Nations Cup for Team Norway, getting the better of a Team All Stars line-up featuring Aston Martin F1 development driver Felipe Drugovich and the aforementioned Neuville. The Nations Cup featured a strong run from Team eRoc, represented by 2022 F1 Esports Series Champion Lucas Blakely and Jarno Opmeer, with the former running Vettel close again (see below) – after the pair scrapped at the 2022 event. “It’s very special to have four wins and even more special to do it in Sweden. I won my first final at the Stade de France in Paris against Sebastien Loeb, then I had two finals with Michael Schumacher in London and Beijing, so to see Mick in the final today was very emotional for me,” said Ekstrom after taking victory. “This is even more special than winning; Michael’s always been one of the guys I admire most in the sport, for his dedication, hard work and talent. I only got to know Michael at the Race Of Champions. We had many battles and I have only great memories with Michael from this event. READ MORE: ‘He deserves a chance’ – Wolff says Mercedes role can help Schumacher get back into an F1 race seat “Michael was always humble with me and I can see Mick is also very humble. Mick is such a huge talent and his time is ahead of him, so I look forward to more battles in the future. I know it won’t take long until I get beaten, but against Mick I would have no problem with finishing second.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #Mick Schumacher reaches emotional Race of Champions final as DTM star Mattias Ekstrom triumphs #Formula 1

[theartistknownaslymond]

Ooh could I get a Jerott/Danny playlist

You most surely can, Kay!! I loved this so much I never wanted to finish it.

A twinge of approval

A playlist for realising you've fallen in love with your idiot best friend and bandmate

George Michael - Faith Tim Curry - Sweet Transvestite Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street Talking Heads - I'm Not in Love Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the Dark Barbra Streisand - The Way He Makes Me Feel Flying Bulgar Klezmer Band - Saposhkelekh The Kinks - Lola Leonard Cohen - Lover Lover Lover Sapho - Globo Night R.E.M. - Crush With Eyeliner Kishore Kumar - Chhu Kar Mere Manko Marcel Dadi - La Madrugada Klezmatics - Di Zun Vet Aruntergeyn David Bowie - Changes Queen - You're My Best Friend Stealers Wheel - Stuck in the Middle With You

No, really, I think I enjoyed this most of all because of the way it came together. Surprisingly good!!! Just like the ship. Wholesome. I made this playlist as tender as I could and it genuinely fucks me up, so I hope you like it too!

FCs: random sax and keytar players from image search and Carl Barat, plus Viveik Kalra and Hanne Gaby Odiele (yes I pretty much use a different FC for Danny each time because while I have a clear idea of NB Danny in my head, it’s not based on any one person. But Hanne Gaby is intersex like Danny, so yay for that).

1) Jerott. I find it strange to think I grew up in a time when people apparently didn’t know George Michael was gay, but do have memories of the whole sordid uncomfortable circus around him being outed. Jerott wouldn’t realise George Michael was gay, even while emulating the Faith style - leathers, blue jeans, white t-shirt, aviators, acoustic guitar. And the song is a perfect fit for Jerott at the end of Checkmate, needing a little space to himself.

Well, I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body I know not everybody has got a body like you But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play because I played them too Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor

2) Danny isn’t a transexual or a transvestite, but I believe the composer Richard O’Brian is non-binary, and Danny is most certainly a fan of RHPS. Danny has a big show-tunes voice that surprises everyone because usually they’re just rocking out with their sax.

3) THIS. THIS IS THE PERFECT SHIP SONG FOR THEM. Iconic sax!! Iconic guitar solo!! Scottish mega-hit!! And then there’s the wistfulness of the lyrics, Danny probably figuring Jerott’s never going to be interested...

Way down the street there's a light in his place He opens the door he's got that look on his face And he asks you where you've been You tell him who you've seen and you talk about anything He's got this dream about buyin' some land He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands And then he'll settle down, in some quiet little town And forget about everything

4) I’m trying to weave through consistent influences for all the characters too, to give an idea of what brings them together as well as what their unique tastes are. Talking Heads are beloved by all at St Mary’s, and Danny is very good at claiming not to be in love.

5) Jerott again, it’s that...double-denims/blue jeans and white vest man’s man(?) vibe with the side of snogging your bandmate on stage.

Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up all right They say, "You gotta stay hungry" Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting around here trying to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, give me just one look

6) A big Jewish show tune for Danny! And it’s from Yentl. So all the feelings about gender and faith and being torn between thinking you’re better off alone or going with the one you love.

I feel as if I'm falling Every time I close my eyes And flowing through my body Is a river of surprise Feelings are awakening I hardly recognize as mine 

7) As far as I gather, beyond even a ‘revival’ of something, the ‘80s saw the first proper emergence of klezmer as the genre we’d recognise now. Danny is very into this. And Saposhkele is perfect for Danny giving into their feelings and realising they’re in it for good.

[I sell my boots and go with you on a coach just to be with you as you are a handleless door without me my sweet little bird I will sell handkerchieves at the railroad station just to be with you as you are a handleless door without me]

8) Danny’s still not trans, but this is a period-appropriate song for a period-appropriate playlist :))) And Jerott would get very into playing it and singing it for Danny, once he realised he was more than fine with being in love with Danny because Danny’s amazing.

I pushed her away I walked to the door I fell to the floor I got down on my knees Well, I looked at her, and she at me

Well, that's the way that I want it to stay And I always want it to be that way for my Lola Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola Girls will be boys and boys will be girls It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world Except for Lola Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola

9) This was always on my Jerott playlists anyway for the lyrics and the struggle between god/faith/physicality/love, but add in the fact that it’s an incredibly Jewish take on those things and it’s perfect for this playlist.

He said, "I locked you in this body I meant it as a kind of trial You can use it for a weapon Or to make some woman smile."

10) Mainly I just think this is a bop, and I think Jerott and Danny would bond in dark Parisian discos to music by a French-Moroccan Jew (band AU Jerott’s mum is French-Algerian)

11) Another one to tie playlists together - St Mary’s as a whole are fans of R.E.M. Nonsensical Michael Stipe lyrics, but themes of self-invention and unusual/individual fashions

I am smitten I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) We all invent ourselves And you know me

12) I chose this song because I’d already had Kishore Kumar on Jerott playlists, and this one is thematically about feeling a change when touched by another person’s mind, wanting to incorporate them into music and song.

13) More French-Jewish music for bonding over, but Jerott can serenade Danny on guitar with this one.

14) Featuring the golden peacock, a recurring image in Yiddish folk music, ‘The peacock here is a mediator, helping the singer to find what s/he is yearning for and, possibly, possessing a messianic, redemptive ability to cross over the boundaries of impossible distance.’ [source] I like the idea of this relationship as something kind of redemptive for both of them, and it’s also a union of influences that are incredibly disparate but still converge on a Glasgow childhood in the ‘60s (not that they knew each other as kids).

[The sun will be setting behind the mountain, In silence approaching then love will come softly; In silence approaching then love will come softly To sorrow, that sits on a golden stone And weeps for itself all alone.]

15) Oh you know. Facing up to the fact they’re idiots in love and it’s a good thing.

I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream of warm impermanence and So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through

16) Would it be a Jerott playlist without some Queen? And they’re best friends, doncha know? :’)

17) Gerry Rafferty’s band, just a fun little bop to finish things off with.

#playlists: period-appropriate #character: jerott blyth #character: danny hislop #ship: a twinge of approval

[omgsquee2001]

Protect Each Other: Chapter 4

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 ——->

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Warnings: NSFW implied, soft David, Fluff

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“Are you following me?” Star asked. 

Michael stopped, at a loss for words as to why he had been following the dark haired beauty. 

“Well, I...” Michael stammered. Laddie looked up at Star, who crossed her arms over her chest, trying not to look amused. 

“Did you want to talk to me?” She asked, raising an eye brow. Michael nodded, looking down at the ground then back up at her. 

“Well... yeah. Sure.” Michael said. Star uncrossed her arms and lowered them to her side. She nodded her head.

“Okay. Talk.” She said. Michael stammered again. All the confidence he had leading up to this point seemed to vanish now that he was actually talking to the girl that he seemed to like. 

“I just wanted to... I, uh...” Before he could finish his sentence, Sam came running up, holding a comic book he had gotten while Michael was away. 

“Mom's here.” Sam said. Laddie saw the comic book that Michael’s younger brother was holding in his hand. He seemed unnerved by the presence of the book. Sam yanked on Michael’s arm. “Let's go.” Sam urged. Michael looked form his brother to the woman in front of him, slight sadness in his blue eyes at having to leave without properly talking to her. Star smiled sweetly at Michael. 

“Nice talking to you.” She said. She smiled once again and took Laddie’s hand, the two walking away. Michael watched the two leave before leaving with his younger brother. 

“It's early. Why do we have to go home?” Michael asked as he, his mother and his brother walked to the Rover that Lucy had driven to get to the Boardwalk. She unlocked the door and Sam climbed in. She looked at her oldest son. 

“Bring your own wheels tomorrow night and you can stay as long as you want, well 'til eleven thirty maybe.” She said. Michael sighed in slight anger and disappointment. He tried to compromise. 

“I'll hitch.” 

“Oh, no, you won't.” 

Sam looked at his mom and laughed lightly. 

“Mom, you hitched all the way to Berkeley once, remember?” Sam asked, seeming to try and help his brother out. Michael sighed and tried one more time. 

“Mom, just give me five more minutes. Just five minutes, okay?” He asked, pleading. Lucy moved her eyes down to the ground, thinking for a moment. With a sigh, she looked Michael and nodded with permission. Michael smiled slightly and dashed off into the crowd. Sam, who still had the door of the Rover open, watched his brother as well. 

“He met a girl.” Sam said. Lucy sighed and smiled sadly. 

“I guess no one cares that I got a job.” She said. At the mention of his mother getting a job, Sam looked at her with hope. 

“Can we get a T.V.?” He asked. Lucy just sighed in exasperation. 

Michael rounded the turn and stopped short. Star and Laddie were surrounded by boys on motorbikes. Giggles and laughter filled the air as Star and Laddie approached. Michael turned his attention to one of the boys who had curly blonde hair styled in a mullet. Sitting on his motorbike was another girl. She had a beautiful figure, wearing a black bra and a black see through shirt. She wore a white skirt and no shoes. She laughed as the male kissed down her neck. One of the boys with platinum blonde hair looked over at Michael. Michael felt upstaged. The laughter stopped as the boys looked over at Michael. The girl leaned her head on the curly haired male’s shoulder. Star gently moved Laddie forward, the young boy walking over to a male who wore a leather jacket with no shirt. He had long, brown hair. Star climbed on the back of the motorbike that the platinum blonde was on. The dark blonde male gently grabbed Laddie’s upper arm and pulled the boy onto the bike, settling him on the back of the bike. The other girl climbed on the back of the curly blonde’s bike, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. She glanced over at Michael, but his eyes remained on Star. Star smiled slightly as the male she was with started up his bike. One by one, they started up their motorcycles and raced off. The motorcycle that Star was on was the last to leave, but the male made his way to the front, taking the lead. Michael watched as people on the Boardwalk jumped out of the way to avoid the roaring machines. 

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Back at the cave, [Y/N] was laying on her bed with David, the two laying together on top of messy sheets. Part of the sheets covered David’s lower half, his chest exposed while the other part of the sheets covered [Y/N] chest, her shoulders exposed. She rested her head on David’s bare chest. He was running his fingers down her exposed arm. 

“Do you know what Max wants?” He whispered to her. [Y/N] closed her eyes and sighed. 

“Can we not talk about my asshole of a father and just enjoy this moment?” She asked. David chuckled slightly. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. 

“I just want to make sure that we do what he wants so that he’ll stay off of our backs.” He said. Everyone in the cave hated Max. He was a tyrant. Trying to keep the boys away from his daughter that was his prize. [Y/N] sighed. 

“He wants to turn Lucy. He thinks that if you all have a mother, you’ll behave better. But, he knows that she will never accept. So, he wants to change her sons so that she will take the transformation easier and be more willing to accept.” She said. She hated that her father was willing to hurt so many families. Just so he could get his perfect world. His perfect utopia. [Y/N] sighed and frowned. David noticed and looked at her. 

“What?” He asked. [Y/N] looked up at him, worry in her [e/c] eyes. David turned on his side, facing her. “[Y/N], what’s wrong?” He asked. The woman looked down and then up again at her lover. 

“David, I’m really scared that something bad is going to happen soon. I keep having this feeling like something is going to happen, and I don’t like it.” She said. David frowned. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he tucked his fingers under her chin, making her look up at him. “I promise you, we promise you, we won’t let anything ever happen to you. You are safe with us. Just as much as we are safe with you. Remember, we protect each other.” He said. He smiled at her. [Y/N] smiled back slightly, not really believing his words. David cupped her cheek. “Nothing is going to happen to you or us. I promise.” He whispered. “Do you believe me?” He asked. [Y/N] smiled again and nodded. David smirked. “Use your words, pretty girl.” David said. [Y/N] giggled slightly. 

“I believe you, David.” She said. David smiled softly at his woman. 

“That’s my girl.” He said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Feeling the sparks from earlier ignite, [Y/N] moved her arms to wrap around his neck, gently pulling at his hair. David growled slightly and moved so that he was on top of her. The kiss went from sweet and loving to hungry and passionate. [Y/N] opened her mouth as David prodded at her lips with his tongue. He moved from her lips, to her cheeks, to her jaw. The worries from before flooded her mind. Why did she have this feeling that something was going to happen? Why did she feel that she and her boys were in danger? She gasped as David bit at her neck, soothing the pain with his tongue. “Stop worrying about that,” he whispered into her ear. “Just relax, pretty girl. You took care of me, so let me take care of you.” David said. [Y/N]’s breathing picked up as David moved underneath the sheets, pleasuring the woman for the remainder of the night. 

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//Ooh. [Y/N] is feeling the impending doom that is the Frog Brothers. I’m thinking about making one of [Y/N]’s powers be that she can sort of see the future as images in the mist, but like, only she can see them. What do you guys think? Please feel free to comment if you would like to see that or not.//

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #polyamerous relationship

[a-supernatural-writer]

Doing Their Makeup

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Basically came up with these while I was messaging @aliypop​ . Thank you for somehow getting me to a place where I wanted to write an imagine about the lost boys, Michael and Star’s partner wanting to do their makeup. XD This is everyone x reader. 

Also this is kind of my head-canon that Michael and Star became one happy family with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. But Max still died cause I don’t think anyone likes him. 

Warnings?: swearing? Cursing? 

Masterlist

The second you told your partners that you wanted to do their makeup, each and everyone one of them were down with the idea, but at all different degrees of being okay with it. 

Paul was the first one to practically bounce his way over to you. He already needed your help with doing his simple eyeliner on a daily basis so you paying attention to his face for more than a few minutes made him a very happy camper. 

Paul LOVES it. I mean it. Give him the whole glam rock look! Glitter? Yes! Winged eyeliner? Yes! Bitch, make him look like a disco ball and he will be very happy. He loves glitter more than any of them and will directly ask you to use as much as you wanted. 

When doing his makeup, he always smiles, loving that your attention was solely on him. Though you have to scold him not to smile because the crinkle in his eyes will totally mess up whatever eyeshadow or eyeliner look you're trying to accomplish. He complies… for about two minutes. 

This boy will have you straddling him as you work, his hands on your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin softly. He practically becomes putty in your hands as you gently touch his face. He finds it absolutely adorable that you're being so delicate with him. 

When you're done, he shows it off to everyone around the cave. His babe of a partner went all out and he will brag that his makeup is going to be better than everyone else's once you are done. 

Second would be Marko. Seeing how good you were with Paul, he was excited to see what kind of look you would give him. He wasn’t too much into glitter like his fellow blonde but he was okay if you wanted to use it. Makeup to him was an artistic form of expression so he became your canvas on which to paint on. 

Seeing you figure what colors you wanted to give him and what tools you wanted to use would make him smile with how serious you were taking this task. He would ask you as you worked what your ideas were and you thought looked best on him. 

Your bodies would be close, not sitting in his lap close, but your legs would be locked together as you sat on your makeshift bed. His hands fiddling with whatever piece of clothing he could get his hands on. It was very hard not to touch you and he wanted you to fulfill your wish for the night. 

By the end of it, Marko’s makeup look would have half of the amount of glitter that Paul had. It would be very colorful, almost reflecting the multiple colors of his jacket. Marko was a little easier compared to the others because of those colors, you had more options to work with. 

Marko reacted like Paul, showing it off to everyone. Soon him and Paul compared their looks and pointed out what they liked about them. 

Dwayne was third. He wasn’t overly into it, but he loves seeing you happy and if doing his makeup was going to put a smile on your face, then he was happy to do it. He did have a few things to say though, he was okay with a little glitter but nowhere near Paul's and heck, maybe even half of what you did to Marko. Also, no colors that were too bright. 

From that, you only choose a few warm hues, some reds, oranges and a tiny bit of yellow. Even some earthy tones to complement his tanned skin. In a way you connected it with the jaguar on his leather jacket. 

Dwayne would have his hands placed on your thighs as you worked, saying only a few words here and there, asking simple questions if he was curious about something. If anything he was the calmest one of the bunch, not really interrupting your process. 

In a way it was nice. While you worked, you didn’t really talk, too focused on the task at hand and he thought it was cute when you would bite your lip in concentration. The silence that sometimes hung between you two was sweet, like you both were in your own little world. Minus the fact that Paul and Marko were just outside your makeshift area in the cave making noise. 

When Dwayne was done, he placed a small kiss on your lips and walked out. He didn’t really show off to the others but he couldn’t help but smirk when Paul and Marko grew silent at his new look. 

David was the fourth and probably the one that wasn’t overly crazy about it. If he was going to have glitter, it was going to be tasteful and very little of it. Dark colors only, and if you want to stick on gems, guess what, they better be little and it's gotta be sexy. Make him a sexy princely creature of the night and you are good. 

For once, he let you have control, even with his requests orders on what you can and cannot do. You went to work, both of your knees touching and you had to constantly stop him from moving, trying to smoke his cigarette. In the end, you lost against him cause if he couldn’t smoke a cigarette to distract himself from your hands being so gentle with him, they were going somewhere else and you would get nothing done. 

In between his puffs of smoke, you poured everything into his look wanting it to be perfect because you definitely wanted to do it again in the future. The only way he would let you is if you did a bang up job. 

You made his facial features sharp and his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul even more with the dark eyeshadow on his eyelids. A little bit of glitter and a few small black gemstones later, he was beautiful. Definitely different from what you were used to, but with David, he could pull off anything and he’d still look good. 

With a smirk, he thanked you for your work, which surprised you, and walked back out to the others. You chuckled when you heard Paul exclaim “Holy shit!” when he saw David. Needless to say, you did make David look like a prince of the night with your talents. 

Second to last was Star. Your beautiful girlfriend of your group of male partners entered your part of the cave, bringing some of her own collection with her. Star was probably the easiest of the group to do makeup for. She already wore red lipstick on the daily and brown toned eyeshadow to compliment her skin but she never went farther than that. 

But tonight, she would let you take it a step further. Nothing too crazy, maybe even a little more toned down than David’s. 

Star practically cuddled up to you as you worked your magic. It was a little difficult but she stayed still nonetheless. You kept her signature red lipstick, and decided to focus more on her eyes and add some stick on gems that matched the colors of her skirt. 

You added a splash of color to her eyes that went well with her usual browns, picking some of her favorite makeup items and mixing them with your own.

Of course you couldn’t help but smile when Star would giggle as the makeup brushes lightly tickled her face. You wanted to scold her for it but it was too cute so you said nothing just having to work around it. 

Just as you were finishing, your last partner, Michael walked in, watching you with curiosity and a slight twinge of interest. When you did finish, Star looked to Michael to see what he thought and happily kissed him when he said he liked it. Which in turn having you redo her lipstick one last time before she left, leaving only you and Michael. 

Michael was probably the most hesitant of the bunch. It wasn’t that he didn’t dislike makeup, he just didn’t know what the process was and never really saw much interest until you expressed how much you love doing it. 

With a little bit of encouragement, Michael sat on your bed, having you sit on his lap. Michael reminded you a little bit of Paul. He was very affectionate but was much softer compared to the blonde. 

Michael asked you the most questions as you worked. Asking what tool was used for what purpose. What colors you were using and why. Glitter? Yeah, why not? Just use it however you see fit and what you thought looked good on him. 

Overall he was excited about this. New things always intrigued him and he was willing to try something new. 

When you told him you were going to give him a more softer look, he had no quarrels with your choice. Just a tiny bit of glitter, some light colors, a sharp eyeliner that could cut someone, accentuating his cheekbones a bit, and even giving him a little bit of gradient lips, made him look even more pretty than he already was. 

You were so proud of yourself that couldn’t help but hug the poor boy. You went all out for your partners and you had a lot of fun doing it. When you let him go after hugging him, he was met by a few compliments from the others who admired his own look that seemed very different from everyone else. Which made the poor boy even more flustered. 

When all was said and done, and after doing your own makeup to your own tastes with the help of Star since, well, mirrors can’t help any of you. You all went down to the boardwalk as one big group date, showing off your talents proudly, taking any compliments, and giving you credit where credit was due. 

If anything was said negatively, especially by a group of surf nazis, guess what? After your group dinner date at the local diner, those surf nazis would be your dessert for the night. 

If that did happen, you’d be a little upset that your work was now covered in blood but they all reassured you that you could give them makeovers whenever you wanted.

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