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desmorotu · 3 months

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morgan’s playlist 🌑 (a glimpse)

i’m just going to flat-out say that i am totally aware that he has only three videos and that it’s kinda silly to suddenly just know his vibe BUT i did get a vibe and now i need to share it because he is everything that i want in a character and more 💔 his recent audio was so cute. playlist stuff is below :)

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☆ nocturne in c-sharp minor - frédéric chopin (classical music is a way to quiet the noise. prefers piano, but most lyric-less music will work if it’s in a minor key and has a moving melody. as his outside world is messy and frantic, he uses the precision and accuracy of an artist’s fingers to simulate that solace in his mind. enjoys listening to it while writing or reading, both hobbies that he’s recently picked up on.)

☆ piano concerto no. 21 in c major, k. 467: II. andante - mozart (i imagine him wearing a black turtleneck, having dark hair and rounder glasses, and some grey plaid pajama pants with a warm cup of tea; caffeine free, of course. when he says Seeing is like music, this song is what comes to mind for him. it can truly be a gift, just as he’s said, but it can quickly tip-toe the line into tragedy if you’re not careful. it’s all about balance.)

☆ the heart - david celeste (strangely, i imagine that morgan looks similar to seokjin from bts…those are just the visuals i get when i hear this song? longer, slimmer face shape, full lips, broad shoulders, soft cheek bones and jawline, etc. etc. it’s not exactly him, there are some differences in his eyes and nose that i can’t place yet, but no matter what i try to change or picture differently, seokjin is my point of reference for what morgan looks like. this song just brought out his appearance for me and i have no clue why. i don’t even keep up with kpop anymore and haven’t for a while now. if you totally disagree with me then i am so sorry 😭)

☆ prelude in e minor, op. 28, no. 4 - frédéric chopin (plays mostly classical because it’s what he prefers. he partakes in playing the piano on occasion and understands music theory, which is why he uses music to refer to his Sight. it makes sense to him. he knows it; he’s comfortable in it. he believes that music is the closest thing that the unempowered will ever have to magic, and he believes that to be a beautiful tragedy.)

☆ catwoman - michael giacchino (he’s the type if person to pay acute attention to the soundtrack of a movie over the movie itself, though he’s not much of a movie person to begin with. he was interested in batman as a child and decided to go see its 2022 release—and he absolutely fell in love with the soundtrack. it pulled the right kinds of emotion from him at the right times, and it added a perfect effect to each scene. it’s one of the few movies that he actually watches back.)

☆ clair de lune - claude debussy (a simple, sweet, popular classic. he likes to pay attention to the rippling pattern of the right hand and allows it to envelope him in a comforting “brain hug.” it was one of the first pieces he heard when he was younger and it inspired him to delve deeper into music as a whole. his mother played piano, and he sits and recalls the amount of times that it’s lulled him to sleep in his younger years.)

refer to morgan’s playlist cover at the bottom :) i associate him with the color purple so i’m just rolling with it

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this one was so relaxing omg. i feel like morgan is a super calming presence as a whole—i mean, he relaxed me really effectively in his recent audio. he’s a sweet, awkward music nerd (imo) that also happens to see the future. i’m so excited to see how his character is developed further in his story :).

as for his appearance being seokjin and associating him with the color purple, i have absolutely no clue. call it a vibe check. it just felt correct 😭 i will def be doing more of these when the inspo arises :p

can i be the unofficial official morgan guy? thanks

k bye 💟

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #headcanon #he listens to classical music don’t play with me #redacted morgan #redacted seer obscura #idk why i like him so much #someone help #song association #i don’t know #maybe i’m just tired #morgan kyne #redacted morgan kyne

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racing-starlight · 9 months

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the horizon line

Mika Häkkinen/Michael Schumacher

Teen & Up || 761 words

Pacific Rim AU - ao3 link

Mika's mind is cool and crisp, bisected by moments of sharp wit and the almost blinding eagerness to do good– to be good. It completely contrasts Michael's whirlwind and rainstorm; his need for adrenaline and exhilaration and speed and to punch motherfucking monsters in the face for destroying their homes.

And yet.

It's easy.

The thought echoes in dual tones, and Michael doesn't know if the surprise is his or Mika's, doesn't know if the mirth underneath it is a result of finding another person they're drift compatible with or the fact that it's with each other.

You're thinking too much, and this, Michael knows, is Mika. It's odd that the words were said in Finnish, yet he had understood each inflection as if they were having the conversation in German.

You are just the same, Engel, and Michael could feel the all-encompassing eye roll in their shared mindscape, but there was no protest. Michael's booming laughter follows suit.

That sets off a memory, one Michael realizes stars him at the center of it. It's the mess hall: packed with trainees and other jaeger pilots, technicians and engineers, but atop the stairs that leads directly towards the training area is him descending with his sparring buddy. Rubens must have said something hilarious – David got smacked around in training by a newbie today, Michael helpfully supplies, and Mika gives him a mental slap. Stop terrorizing my co-pilot. Michael sniffs disdainfully, former co-pilot. – because he's booming the same laugh he had just done through their shared connection.

Mika! His glee cuts swift through the memory. We hadn't even met yet and you were already looking at me?

You're hard to miss, comes the drawl, but it's tinged with something almost-not quite coy. Such laughter. Such chin. The Michael and his record-breaking kaiju kills.

Michael does the mental equivalent of snaking into Mika's embrace, and like instinct, Mika curls a hand around his waist. You are such a cat, Mika murmurs, too fond for his own good.

Strange, Michael replies, many of the juniors had called you a golden retriever.

Mika hums. Perhaps I should not have gone easy on the new recruits.

Another chuckle bursts from Michael's soul, his mind, his heart, now so very entwined with Mika's. How easy it is for someone to feel like home.

The warmth spreads and spreads and spreads, until it turns into the yellow ceiling lights of the aforementioned training room – except here it looks much cleaner. New, even. A much younger Michael sits crossed leg among a crowd of other juniors, hair curling against the back of his neck. His expression is rapt and bright-eyed. He's watching–

"Five to one." An even younger Mika proclaims, one end of a bo staff almost jabbing his opponent's neck. The cadet scrambles away with their cheeks red. His mouth is set in a hard line.

This was a week before he'd met David, Mika realizes. He'd gone through a list of other juniors to spar with, to test the waters and see if they were drift compatible. Michael already had his own co-pilot figured out months before this, so why he was here watching Mika's session was beyond him.

I have been looking at you for far longer, Michael supplies helpfully.

Mika blinks. That's–

A burst of amusement and satisfaction and smugness permeates their shared space. One side of Mika's lips pulls up, the poster boy image for the European Shatterdome's star jaeger pilot. Haughty. Cocky. Ready. The suddenness startles Michael.

So competitive. The words slither around, slick and pleased.

You are just the same, Engel, Michael echoes, but this time it's met with levity.

Hm, we are drift compatible, Mika teases.

Mika's mind is beautiful, brilliant, clean – everything Michael loves about him. Mika reflects the sentiment back, just like he always does.

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"Well, boys," Jean wipes his brows, looking almost delirious, "highest neural handshake to date at 97.2%. I'd say I'm surprised but it's you two."

Michael bumps shoulders with Mika and he watches one side of his new co-pilot's mouth curl up in his familiar, self-satisfied smirk. It smooths back into neutrality just as easily, but Michael knows his thoughts are racing a mile a minute.

Jean doesn't look all too impressed though. "Just– could you both stop flirting so blatantly? You're turning our engineers sick."

"Oops," Michael says, not at all contrite. Mika on the other hand looks properly repentant, eyes glinting.

When Jean turns his back on them to survey more data, though, the two new co-pilots share twin conspiratorial grins. Oops, indeed.

#f1 rpf #makkinen #mika hakkinen #michael schumacher #pacific rim au #my f1cs

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super-predictable98 · 7 months

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Glass and Gold Child

Chapter 1: One Day in the Life of Alex Yates

Word Count: 2 k

Warning: Strong language, alcohol abuse

a/n: Hello everyone! In my mission to write as many Michael and David characters as I can, here's another effort: a wee rewrite of There She Goes with my OC.

2015:

Simon had been trying to get Rosie to calm down all morning. Ben just watched that disaster unfold while their father tried to drag her back from the park to have dinner.

"Where's your sister when we need her?" Simon groaned, pulling Rosie away from a car that she ran to because the license plate had a big X on it, her absolute favorite.

"What's going on?" Alex asked when she came back from her judo practice. She still wore her white trousers with a black tank top and her brown belt wrapped around her waist.

"Fuck, Alexandra, there you are! Can you…?"

"Hey, Rosie!" She greeted with a big smile.

"X! X!" The little girl called.

"That's me, come on, are you gonna be good or will I have to give these wotsits to Dad?"

Rosie let out a happy screech when she saw the blue package and reached for it. It was never too quiet around her, she was always making noises to communicate, but those happy noises were always welcome.

She took the snack from Alex and gave her older sister a clumsy hug.

"Can you say thank you?" Alexandra asked.

In response, Rosie did the sign in BSL and her sister ruffled her hair.

"You're a miracle worker," Simon sighed as they walked from the park. "You can't be going around and leaving us alone. She needs you."

"You hear how insane that sounds, Dad?" Ben chuckled. "She's not her mum, besides, she was at practice not even hanging out."

"Not helping, Ben," he hissed.

"It went well then?" Emily, the matriarch of the family, asked while she prepared the food.

"As well as it can go," Simon murmured, watching the kids get around the table. "I was thinking, what if we never send Alex to college?"

"What? Are you insane?"

"You know what I mean! Sometimes she's the only one who can calm Rosie down and can you imagine the epic meltdown that Darwin's little exception is gonna have when her big sis moves out?"

"Simon, we can't just ask Alex not to live her life. We're their parents, it's our job to look after them, not hers."

"Now you just sound like Ben!"

"Because even an 11-year-old boy has more common sense than you! She's 17, she'll leave eventually, we're gonna have to make it work."

"Remember when it was just her?" Simon smiled.

"When you were not a total prick? Yeah, I remember."

2001:

"Where's Daddy?" Alexandra asked, crawling on the floor, even after she learned how to walk, she still loved to crawl.

"He's coming home, remember when I told you about Daddy working to buy your Christmas presents?" Emily picked up her little girl and kissed her forehead. "Why do you love Daddy so much? Can't it be Mummy?"

"No! Only Daddy," Alex laughed at her mother's expression when she said that.

"Where are my girls?" Simon opened the door and opened his arms to take his daughter. "There's my little princess! How you doing, sweet pea?"

"Good! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" He bounced her and kissed all over her chubby little cheeks. "Oh, there's my queen."

"Good one," Emily laughed. "She's been talking about you all day, she's a little chatterbox."

"Aww but that's cute! Remember when she'd speak full sentences before she could even walk? It was a nice party trick."

"I know, and it's cute, but I do hope our next daughter is less chatty. For my sanity."

"I heard that!" Alex gasped.

"See, now you hurt my little princess!" Simon joked. "Can you get me a beer, Em?"

"Noooo I don't like beer Daddy," the little girl cried.

"Wow, that is not concerning at all…" Emily arched an eyebrow. "Did Daddy ever hurt you after drinking beer?"

"Only on the inside…"

"No! I'm not-! You meant your heart, right? I hurt your feelings?" Simon asked, panicked.

"Yeah, you were mean."

"See, Em? Never say that again, sweetie, people might get the wrong idea and then they'll take Daddy to jail. Is that what you want?"

"No! We need to watch Barbie and the Nutcracker!"

"Good girl, if Daddy's in jail he can't watch Barbie and the Nutcracker with you."

2006:

"HIYAAAAAA!" Alex jumped on her father's stomach after bringing him to the floor with a rather flawless valley drop.

"Jesus Christ! That's what we're paying for? For you to learn how to kill your father in karate?" Simon groaned, curling up into a ball.

"It's judo, Daddy!" She laughed.

"Oh pardon me, I wouldn't wanna be rude to the little girl who just broke my ribs. You're always complaining I'm not home enough and when I am, you just wanna punish me."

Alexandra frowned and wrapped her little arms around him, kissing his cheek. She did complain because ever since her mum got pregnant, she would barely see him at all.

He was always 'at work' or with his friends and whenever she saw him, it was beer Daddy, not the one she loved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna hurt you."

"Hey, sweetheart, it's okay," Simon assured, kissing the top of her head. "Daddy's sorry, okay? I wish I could be home more, but- it's hard to explain, my baby. Sometimes grown-ups do silly things even when they know it's wrong and then when they try to undo it, they can't right away. But I promise I'll make it better."

"Are you and Mummy getting divorced?"

"Why did you have to be such a smart girl?" He sighed. "I don't know, darling, I don't want to, but sometimes it's what's best for mummies and daddies."

"And then we'll never see you again?"

"Of course you'll see me, Alex! Even if one day I'm no longer Mummy's husband, I'm still your and your siblings' daddy, that'll never change. You're stuck with me for life, kiddo. Is that okay? You being stuck with your old man?"

"That's okay," Alex smiled. "I wanna come live with you if you leave."

"Why is that, princess?" Simon sat up, a bit worried that she'd given that whole thing so much thought. She shouldn't be pondering on that sort of thing.

"Because Mummy loves Rosie more. She only ever holds Rosie and talks to Rosie and about Rosie."

"Awww Alex, that's not true," he took her in his arms, stroking her long dark waves. "Mummy is only busy with Rosie because she was just born. She's just a little baby and she was born really small, she needs attention."

"I know, but when Ben was born, it wasn't like that. Mummy still loved me when he was a baby."

"Mummy still loves you now, sweetie, don't worry. But if you ever wanna come live with me, that'll be okay and… I mean, not that we're actually getting divorced. That's not happening as far as I'm concerned. Okay?"

"Okay… is it time to go to judo yet?"

"Yeah, it's time, come on."

Simon grabbed her Barbie backpack with her uniform and a little snack.

"Are you gonna stay and watch me?" Alex asked hopefully.

"I can't, sweetie. Daddy's meeting Aunt Helen, but I'll be there when you're done," Simon picked her up and looked up the stairs. "Em! I'm taking the little monster to judo!"

Father and daughter took the train, as Simon wouldn't learn how to drive to save his life, and he dropped her off at her class.

Alex saw Daddy leave and wanted to cry, to scream about how he never sat to watch her practices anymore like the other parents did, but she didn't. She was brave and put on her uniform all by herself.

She diligently got through her class and changed back into her street clothes, excited to tell her father that she was getting a new belt soon.

"Hey, I'm getting the yellow-orange belt, Daddy. It means I'm halfway to getting my orange belt which is my favorite color! I can't wait!" She whispered to herself as she sat right outside the dojo with the other kids.

One by one, the kids were picked up by their parents, but Alexandra stayed there, swinging her little legs and rehearsing what to say to Dad when he finally arrived.

"Yeah, she's still here," the sensei said into the phone. "Don't worry, I know you have a new baby at home, Mrs. Yates, I can drive her. It's no problem."

Alex never got to say her perfectly rehearsed lines celebrating her new achievement. She sat in silence the entire car ride back to her house and when her mother opened the door, she burst into tears.

"Hey, hey sweetie, it's okay," Emily hugged her after putting Rosie down in the crib. "Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry you were scared."

"I wasn't scared! He didn't come and he told me he would! Why won't anyone love me anymore?" Alexandra hit her head on the wall a few times before her mother could catch her.

"Mum? Why is Al hurting herself? Don't hurt yourself, Al!" Ben whispered, bringing her a pillow.

"Hear that? Your brother is worried about you, he loves you and so do I, so does Rosie, so does Daddy. And your grandparents, Aunt Soph…"

"Daddy doesn't love me, he left me there. He's not my daddy anymore!"

"It's not true, Al, you're his precious little princess and he just made a mistake. He forgot he was supposed to be there or he missed the train- the point is, everyone makes mistakes," Emily said even though she was also furious with her husband and that was far from his first fuck up. "Tell me how was class, let me make you something to eat."

"I get a yellow-orange belt next week, I'm not hungry," Alex said while she stomped up the stairs to get to her bedroom.

She hid in there all afternoon and when it was almost time to sleep, the door slowly opened and Simon came in stumbling over himself.

"Mummy just told me what happened, I'm so sorry, my pumpkin pie. I lost track of time, when I realized it was already eight," he slurred.

"Get out of here! You stink, I hate beer Daddy! I hate all daddies! I hate you!"

"I understand, I get it. I love you though and I'm really sorry," he said, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "Mum told me you're getting a new belt? That's exciting, you're one closer to orange, your favorite."

"Whatever, if you cared you would've watched me."

"I swear, I promise next week I'll be there to see it."

"No, you won't! I don't believe you anymore. Go away, I'm going to sleep."

2015:

The noise her sister made was indication she wasn't happy about it.

"That is my monster, its ears are so fluffy!" Alex read and closed the book. "Now, my little monster Rosie, it's time for bed."

"I know, I know you don't want to. But let me tell you something. I know you can't talk, but you understand me, right? You get what X is saying?"

Rosie didn't nod or give any proof that it was true, but she stared directly at Alex, she was listening.

"If you close your eyes and fall asleep, you can play with the nice monsters and Hippo in dreamland. Right here," she touched Rosie's head. "Don't you wanna play with Hippo and the monsters from the book? Yeah, I know. So please, close your eyes and sleep, alright? I love you, pretty girl."

When Alexandra put up the gate to stop her sister from leaving the room, she noticed her parents were watching from afar.

"Sorry, I'm gonna go wash the dishes now," she chuckled, knowing she was behind on her chores.

"No! Don't you dare, Alex," Emily hugged her tightly. "You help more than enough and honestly I feel bad about it sometimes. Daddy will do the dishes."

"What? Why me?" Simon yelped. "I mean, yeah, I agree she shouldn't have to after getting Rosie to sleep, but why me?"

"Because you're a lazy arse," Alexandra laughed.

"You know what? Let's just order some pizza and relax while we have a little time," Emily suggested.

"Ah come on! We order pizza every week, let's have something different," Simon wrapped his arms around each of them.

"I don't think lazy arses have the right to decide," Alex laughed. "Come on, let's play a game while we wait. Oh! And remember tomorrow everyone needs to come to the gym, I'm getting my black belt!"

"Don't worry, princess, we'll all be there for you," he smiled.

#there she goes #there she goes fanfic #david tennant fanfic #simon yates #fanfic #au #oc

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kiss2012 · 1 month

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i have too many 911 lb thoughts and i was trying to keep it in my notes but it’s too long already

i saw basically all of the shooting in gifs but somehow that did not prepare me for it at all. also the one part i didn’t see in gifs is buck rolling under the fire truck to pull eddie out and i am so glad i watched that for the first time without having seen it before.

are you hurt being the first and only thing eddie says when he’s the one bleeding out is insane.

one of the hottest eddie moments by far has been when he’s telling buck about the will wearing a slutty v-neck with his saint christopher medal on full display. i genuinely can’t stop thinking about it.

MAY GRANT MY FOREVER GIRL. love her and harry’s relationship. i actually get so emotional thinking about them from season 1 to them now

buck is so annoying sometimes and i love him so bad despite and actually especially because of it

speaking of which every day im dreaming of buck’s s4 hair. buck’s s4 hair pls come back to me i miss you.

ravi most beautiful perfect man ever. i need him to be a main immediately

brawl in cell block 9-1-1 is fucking INSANE. both buck and eddie make the exact same face when the other is being searched it’s a millisecond of a look but it says SO MUCH about how they feel about the other being stripped of weapons. and then when christopher is brought up eddie is so afraid he shuts down completely while buck gets immediately impulsively angry about the possibility that christopher could be hurt. jesus christ.

CAN THEY PLEASE BRING UP THE WILL. hey eddie remember how you said your son goes to buck if you die. um did you ever think about how buck is just as likely as you if not more likely to die on the job. and did you decide no i don’t care about the risks it has to be him anyway. but now u are in a situation where you might both die. SO MAYBE WE COULD DISCUSS THAT NOW.

omg the paramedic from chimney begins is back

karen and eva confrontation is delicious tbh

they seriously need to start reconciling the random procedural case parts of the show with the other main characters so that i can bring myself to care about any of it, or just stop giving that so much screen time. i vastly prefer when we get storylines about humanity and connection

everything in its right place playing…

IM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THE MONTAGE OF EVERYONE HELPING MICHAEL PROPOSE TO DAVID

NOOOOOO MICHAEL AND DAVID ARE LEAVING AND THEY’RE NOT COMING BACK IM SO SAD at least they gave them a good send-off but :((((((

omg this lesbian who can’t drive and her love interest driving instructor. new favourite call <3

YELL AT EVERYONE’S REACTIONS TO BOBBY AND ATHENA’S ROLEPLAY I LOVE THEM

who is the driver of the fire truck. do we ever learn who this person is??? imagine having to sit there awkwardly just listening to everyone talking about their personal problems?

#911 lb

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thisbitchinthecorner · 10 months

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Michael races towards David’s trailer on the set of Good Omens. The rain in coming down heavily now as Michael bursts thought the door with excitement.

“Did you finish reading the script? I very much so think that we should rehearse our big climatic scene.”

“What scene?” David acts like he had no idea (but he does, he’s a dedicated actor who reads the scripts).

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“You mean the one where you break my heart and trample it into the ground? Is that the scene you’re talking about?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not in the right frame of mind for that.” David sighs. “Plus, I think Georgia and Anna might object.”

“So you want to disappoint the fan base and totally ruin our big romantic moment?” Micheal teases as he dials Georgia’s number.

“Hello sweetheart! How’s my favorite angel?” Georgia says sweetly.

“Listen, this is top secret intel, but David and myself are meant to share a kiss at the end of the season and we are going to need to prac…” Michael starts to say.

“Oh for god sake, just do it already. David knows the rules- he has free passes with you, but only if I get kids-free weekends away with Anna. And you and David have to watch ALL the kiddos.”

“Deal! Oh, and I’m just ticked to be working with Ty! He’s an absolute doll!” Michael says gleefully as he and Georgia exchange coos and adoration. Right after he hangs up the phone, Michael sends Anna a text that includes only a “devil” and “eggplant” emoji. To which she responds with “thumbs up”, “hearts” and “water” plus [girls trip!!!] in all caps.

“See, all sorted.” Michael grins. “Now, where we’re we. Yes, do you want to shatter our fans and kill any hope for future work with an awkward and terrible kiss?”

“What do you mean awkward? And what makes you think us kissing would be terrible?” David snaps.

“Well, if we ruin that big moment, then season 3 might never get made. It will just end, and all we will have is regret. Do you want to have regret, David?”

“When you put it like that? No.”

“Ah! Splendid! So you agree that we need to, in the interest of our craft, rehearse the pivotal moment in the series where our beloved characters share a tender yet devastating moment?”

“We can practice the kiss. I mean, we have to make sure that we get it right so there’s a season 3. For the fans, right? And our ladies are not objecting.” David tilts his head as he contemplates.

“My thoughts exactly!”

“Well, I did have some thoughts about the kiss and how Crowley is making that one last grand gesture to win Aziraphale over.” David winces as he thinks about the ending.

“So talk to me about your approach. Are you going to seduce me or just surprise me?” Michael grins coyly.

“Uhhh surprise?”

“I like the sound of that. So I’m standing here as Aziraphale, clearly devastated that you’re not coming with me to Heaven. Now, Crowley, where is your mark and how are you going to… oh so we’re just going to do this then.” (David stands in front of Michael, they giggle for a moment before David leans in)

*awkward kissing ensues*

(Michael pulls away for a moment) “See, a bit stiff. No one is going to believe that we are in love.”

“Shut up!” David murmurs as he pulls Michael in closer. Wrapping his arms around his back tightly as Michael’s fingers graze across David’s cheek, resting on against his jaw. Both pulling the other closer, their kissing grows more and more hungry.

(David pauses- his eyes still closed as his nose nuzzles against Michael’s) “Are…are we still in character?”

“I don’t know what we are right now.” Michael sighs, his eyes glitter with adoration as his fingers weave into David’s red hair. Their mouths easily finding each other’s once more.

The rain raps and patters against the trailer’s roof, but its occupants don’t seem to notice.

#good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley #justenoughofabastardtobeworthknowing #good omens season two #michael sheen #david tennant

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sadiefrommarz · 2 years

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The Boys are Back

Long time, no fics, am I right? Anyways, here’s a fix it fic that’s sort of my version of an epilogue cuz screw you the boys are not dead. Also, this goes off a hc that if the head vamp is killed, those turned by him can come back if they have been dead for less than 24 hours.

Warnings: Death, some blood mentioned, guilt, angst with a happy ending

"The one thing about Santa Carla that I never could stomach; All the damn vampires."

The closing of the fridge left the Emersons and those who remained in complete darkness. Not many of them could process what just happened. For Michael, he felt numb. Before the thought of what he just did even fully hit him, he suddenly heard shrieks of pain. A mix of monstrous roars with a young man crying out. Michael recognized that voice. He locked eyes with Star, who recognized it too.

Both dashed over to where the sounds of agony were coming from; the taxidermy room. They saw a shadowy figure trying desperately to get up from the antlers that had impaled him moments ago, struggling like a spider in a toilet bowl. Michael and Star couldn't believe it. Without a second thought, they ran towards him. The figure grabbed Michael by the arm, begging for him to help him. He was in total panic mode. Aren't you supposed to keep it in before getting to a hospital or else they will bleed out? He was desperate. With the help of Star, they pulled him out. The figure dropped to his knees on the floor and the two crouched down with him, Star from behind, Michael in front. Star watched as the bloody wounds were actually closing and healing up. All that was left were holes through the trench coat.

Michael stared in disbelief as he was looking into the face of David. Alive. He looked different now. His ears were no longer pointy, his complexion was less pale, his blond hair was messy. Most noticeably, his beard was gone. Without his facial hair, David looked so... young. So innocent. Innocent, young, and frightened. Michael suddenly felt like he got hit with a bag of bricks. He was the one who killed him moments ago. He had watched David struggle to get out from the antlers until he gave up, excepting eternal rest. When Michael looked at his lifeless body, his heart shattered. Not because he was a full vampire, but because he realized all of it was unnecessary. David was not the head vampire. If he had just waited for Max, or if he was there to stop the frog brothers from staking Marko, the boys would maybe still be alive. They could have redeemed themselves. He could have been with them still. With him. David should be furious with him for killing him and his friends. But he didn't look mad. He was just as confused and shocked as he was. "Michael?" Michael stared into his bright blue eyes, wondering who would make a move first. "David... I-" He couldn't make out the words, but he didn't need to. David immediately pulled him into a hug, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. Tears began to well up in Michael's eyes. He hugged him back, squeezing his torso tightly. David winced a bit. Michael pulled back, glancing at the holes in his shirt. "Sorry! Are you okay?" "Heh, yeah, it's fine. I’m just still a little sore." David gave him a soft smile, teary eyed as well. Michael coerced his face in his hands, touching his now smooth skin. He looked beautiful. Finally caving in, Michael pressed his lips onto David's, them embracing each other all over again. Their kissing was passionate, not out of lust, but out of love. They didn't care what just went down. They didn't care that there were people around to see them. The two held on to each other as though if they were to let go, they would lose each other all over again. And they couldn't bear to let that happen. For a single solid minute, it was like they were the only two people in the world. Finally breaking for air, they pressed foreheads. Michael couldn't hold back his tears anymore. It was hard to tell if it was out of happiness, or out of guilt. "I'm sorry, David. I'm so sorry. I didn't know...I didn't want to-" "I know." David looked at Michael with reassurance as he wiped the tears and soot away. "You...you did what you thought you had to do." "I didn't want you gone." He sobbed. "We can talk about this later, okay." "Guys, look!" Star had been watching the whole thing unfold, but now pointed towards the stereo, or what was left of it. It was Dwayne, grunting as he was trying to pick himself up from off of the ground. He was in one piece again and had also lost the facial hair. Star and Michael helped David stand up before going over to him. Dwayne lifted his head to look at David, and they too also embraced each other. Michael remembered how close those two really were. Maybe Dwayne was the second one turned next to David. As Dwayne gave David a gentle kiss, Paul was stepping out of the bathroom. He was found by Lucy, who had run up to get some towels, cause that's the only thing she could think about doing at that moment. She rushed in only to find a dripping teenager sitting in the bathtub. Paul felt achy, cold, and soaking wet. He was met with a hello from her. "Oh, you must be freezing, here." He was given a fresh clean towel to dry off with. He looked at her, having not felt that kind of compassion in a long time, wrapping himself in the warm cloth. Paul walked down the stairs and made eye contact with the others. He quickly made his way into the arms of Dwayne, relived he was okay. He nuzzled into his chest, weeping while they stroked his hair and back. Laddie ran down the stairs as well, who excitingly greeted Star. Marko was actually the first one to come back, waking up in a gasp as he shot up from the hard ground. He was alone, but alive. He knew just where the others were. He got up and made his way out of the cave, trying to get to his bike. He saw that all of the others rides were still there. A part of him knew he couldn't fly anymore, but no time to be bummed out now. Because that wasn't the main thing on his mind. He just wanted to find the boys and know that they were okay. It was during the drive over that he spent thinking about how he was a mortal human again. When Marko arrived, he jumped off and dashed to the front door. Before he could even knock, Sam opened the door. They made awkward eye contact, Sam staring in shock and still being scared of him due to what happened. But Marko just pushed past him. "Guys?" The other five heard him and rushed over. Just over at the bottom of the stairs, they met up with each other. Marko ran to be held by David. While being squeezed tightly within his trench coat, Paul repeatedly kissed his face. It was all too familiar to him, the way they wrapped their arms and touched him while he and Paul looked at each other. He remembers falling deeply in love with those beautiful blue eyes and that angelic face. He even, very loosely, remembers being cradled by him as he was in pain moments ago. He didn't even realize he was dying at that time. The four Lost Boys were in a group hug, alive and somewhat well. Michael, Star and Laddie smiled at the sight of them. They never did want them dead. They just couldn't deal with them hurting others. Then, all their attention was caught by the mirror right in front of them. Michael had looked in that mirror days prior, seeing his faded reflection. But in that moment, the seven of them were all there. The boys stared at it with an expression of both blankness and awe. It had been a while since they looked at themselves. It was surreal, yet familiar, something like nostalgia with starting to remember what they were before. There were some smiles met in that mirror. "We're back. It's over."

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #michael the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #star the lost boys #david/michael #David/Dwayne #david/marko #other ships as well #poly lost boys #sadie's writing #my fanfic writing

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I don't know why the young woman yelled at the older lady at homeless meals with silver hair and God symbols made out of tin foil about the alien invasion.....apparently if your India there are applications for various jobs though I think she is a Bernardo gui type nun did you do that morally without seeking trade

Because it is suppose to be performance and tourism

Its my guess that she screamed bitch at her for no reason because she is in pornography and her appearance is actually kind of creepy.....

Her skin tone had a greyish ness to it like she was pulled out of the shark tank jerk creeped not as beautiful or valuable as claimed aquired appearance harassively

David grey....I assume if her character defect is to tell off alternate feminines as not straight and so not valuable then she has to be criminalized and it's maybe very wealthy and very alone to be punished here

I think it is the juvenile tendency if they can't maturate then they have what it takes for militaristic initiation into upper middle class places and finally get to be alone

I tried to think what about that lady is so unpleasant that one would need to swear at her......and she mostly just kind of does stuff Catholic and it's Brutus again please don't kill Caesar yet don't to me yet

Anyway the woman who sweared at her again i guess it's these humiliations....they called her butt mud flaps like want to send her in for an ass lift and I would believe her life is scary enough to stalk really anyone to steal her life or metropolis

Hare Krishna Krishna and arjuna I don't completely enjoy being reminded of my sister does everything correctly by catholicists and I have to finally do ME......to have things in life......it is not going to give the whole empire a different dictator it's just reform to not give ultimatums

Later the lady screamed at at the library didn't like the pastor at the presbyterian meal.....she was upset that he was talking about ornaments to a homeless person

So I told her it's just poetic....Phoebe friends....saint Michael Phoebe is his favorite....this was to steal your kettle of fish with an ornament hanging from its handle.....doral Florida if you must know when renewal is finished there won't be no nasty bumpy hazard sidewalk to trip and strain you you can sell ornaments for the games your walk will be that smooth ....this was very very nasty to us

Homelessness....the military recalls a lot of equipment calling outside equipment was very bad for them and new is all these inessentials for women that could improve resilience to infrastructure because they desperately union history to confederates needed to raid your home for random stuff

See all these things my friends veteran dad's let me try.....men's health turns all men into rageing vegan annoying vain problems and its now stuff i will use.....so they finally want mens stuff for transexual untreated homogenetics and stop needing to be women .....i think they do though need a transexual ..

Eating disorders don't respond to behaviourism till it's treated as desperately wanting a mother's power

Then see for gay it's a pink ribbon to remember gun shot victims on pajama pants....its all these little alterations to mens stuff to help them restore the boys relationship to God the father as a benevolent universe and say their prayers so they stop compulsively stealing our woman's lives in the home

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Ooo i had a idea and just saw that ur in need for writing ideas!."you get into a trial at Haddonfield with Michael myers and the whole trial he just stalks you. You bump into David and he's mad about you bumping into him so he just pushes you wich ends up getting him instantly killed against the entity's will and thats when you realize you have your own little yandare myers on you"(if your comfy with writing yandare

I really love this request for some reasons. And now, I've finally written something for a different killer cause right now, Ionly had stuff for Frank Morrison. Anyways, enjoy!

The streetlight of Haddonfield never managed to provide you with enough lights to make you feel comfortable in the small neighborhood. Laurie had told you all about it, which homes belonged to whom and which are the safest to hide in against killers. If it weren't for the bloodthirsty murderers roaming around, you would've taken a well-deserved rest in one of the houses. After all, some have mattresses in them that look relatively comfortable.

Speaking of sleep, you haven't been able to catch any at the campfire. Sure, resting is not necessary for the Entities realms since its trails already fills you with a rush of adrenalin. Nobody considered sleeping to help with their drowsiness but rather to preserve every bit of hope and dreams everyone has. And sleeping before the trails helps you enter it with an optimistic mindset. Other survivors at the camp protested that it might be more detrimental to your survival than actually helpful. A positive attitude might drive others to risk their lives for each other and act more altruistic, which could cause everyone's demise. But "the nerds" (how you like to call them) in the camp have proven that it helps you be more calculated and aware of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

With that said, you didn't notice the giant Shape stalking your form AT ALL. Despite Michael Myers being in your line of sight with his knife ready to cut your guts out, it took you several embarrassing minutes to see him in the distance. Your eyes meet his hollow ones for a second until you back away from the generator. You stood up, moving your body backward, which caused you to trip and rip at a cable resulting in the generator exploding.

"What the-?!" David lets go of the generator and shoots you a judging glare. When he noticed that your frightened expression didn't acknowledge his presence at all, he turned around to find whatever had terrified you. You grab his wrist and stand up, attempting to pull you two behind the large fences.

"David, we have to go!" He let himself get pulled by you for a few steps before ripping his wrist away from you.

"I know we 'ave to go 'cause you blew up that gen'!" He points behind him where you two had previously worked, oblivious to the killer still stalking you two. Its black and sinister eyes glared daggers your way, but surprisingly, its eyes grew in anger the longer David talked. And when David took a threatening step forward, you couldn't help but notice the Shape approaching ever so slowly, raising all the hairs on your body. "Now the killer's gonna know where we are!"

"I-I think he already knows..." You point meekly behind you, making David finally turn around. He cursed something British under his breath that you couldn't understand. David ran towards one of the houses, and you followed close behind. When you two made it to the entrance, he pushed against your chest, not permitting you to go in.

"You were the one that attracted the fucking killer's attention. Go outside and do your job at distracting him! Or you'll get us both killed." You turned behind you and couldn't see Michael anywhere, yet you knew his eyes watched this whole thing unfold. You wanted to protest against David's words until you heard the creak of one of the red lockers. You sighed and tried to come up with a way to escape the situation before the touch of a cold hand broke you out of your thoughts.

This is it. That's your end, getting left behind by your teammate and dropped in the hands of the bloodthirsty killer. Didn't Laurie mention that Michael Myers is the embodiment of evil, embracing the violence and pain because he's the one causing it?

What a joy.

You would've laughed at this situation comical feel if you weren't staring death in the eyes. But death had other plans. Michael removes his hand from your shoulders and walks past you in the building. Your curious eyes follow his movement intently. Your legs moved almost on their own as you meekly followed behind the much taller killer like a child that expects candy. He opens one locker and slams it shut. The impact made you jump in your own skin. Michael didn't pay mind to your reaction and ripped the next locker open, slamming it shut also.

"Uhm..." Your voice lost all the strength it had collected when he turned to you, his hollow eyes staring down you once again. "I think he's in that one" Yet again, you meekly point to the locker next to the window. His gaze lingered a second longer on you before basically running toward the locker and revealing the coward hiding in it. Michael didn't hesitate to plunge his knife deep into his chest repeatedly, holding David up by the neck to show off his strength. Before David took his last breath, Michael threw the corpse in front of you, making you take a giant gulp. You backed away, but Michael drew ever so close. The ground rumbled and a horn emitted from the sky, indicating that the endgame collapse had triggered prematurely. That only happens when very important rules have been broken resulting in either side getting punished.

"Oh, uh..." You backed against the wall, ready for him to gut you until he dropped his hand awkwardly on your head. His head tilted to the side as he attempted to draw circles with hands, attempting to comfort you. "Aw..."

The horn let out another loud rumble, telling everyone to leave the trial grounds immediately. Michael looked to the ceiling, and you swore you heard him sigh beneath his mask.

"I, uh..." His attention was focused on you again. "Thank you?" Michael nodded and picked you up from the ground, emitting a yelp from you. And yet again, you could swear you heard a chuckle from him. His hands held you firmly in place as he carried you bridal-style to what you assume are the gates. Luckily, no one stood there, so you could save the awkward explanation of why the embodiment of evil is sparing you.

"I, uh... This was something. Hope I'll see you around, I guess" With an awkward wave, you make your way out of the trail carrying a warm but uncertain smile. And without you knowing, it may have just melted the cold and dead heart of the killer that spared your life.

#micheal myers x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #michael myers x reader

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Okay I have a request and hear me out on this. Michael has a fantasy about taking you on the log in front of the other survivors. What if he was teasing reader the entire time having her horny until she goes back to campfire and he follows her and takes her there ? In front of the other survivors ? This way it’s noncon instead of straight r*pe what do you think ?

of course! this sounds more like dub-con to me tbh, and honestly this doesn’t really sound too horrible honestly. while yes, she doesn’t directly consent, it doesn’t involve the reader not enjoying it in any way except for when she gets killed but that’s just michael.

this is.. what my 3rd fic? i’m used to writings hcs rip 😭 i’m not experienced with writing like this, so don’t expect my this to be like shakespeare or anything. i’m just practicing, and the only way to get better is to keep writing !! hope you enjoy anyways though ^^

wasn’t really proud with how it came out, but atleast i don’t gotta deal w the stress of writing it anymore lol

also italics is what michael says in his head but i’m pretty sure that’s obvious lol

i took some inspiration from ao3 writers so props to them for unknowingly helping me 😶

CW: Gore, Dub-Con??, Character death

NSFW Below!

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The more Michael stood and watched the more unbearable the throbbing inbetween his legs had gotten. How long has he been standing here now? How long has he been watching you sit by the campfire? Watching you interact with your friends? Michael doesn’t know, nor does he care to find out.

You had situated yourself so that you were behind the log, bending over it so you can properly listen to David’s story. Michael’s grasp on his knife tightens at the sight. You were no doubt still aroused by the way Michael had teased you last trial. He didn’t miss your barely audible gasp when he dipped his hand past your shorts and panties. He remembers the way you tried to hold in your moans as he quickly circled your clit with a thumb as he inserted 2 large fingers into your cunt. Michael adored the pleading look on your face when he took his hand away. Unfortunately, Michael did not plan on giving you your release, and had instead plunged his knife into your stomach with a tilt of his head, your expression changing from almost desperate to a now glazed look in your face. Your death had not satisfied Michael enough. He needed something more.

Michael hasn’t forgotten that trial just yet. He can’t forget when your cunt had squeezed around his fingers so invitingly. It made his sick mind go wild. Michael can imagine it already. His hands quickly tearing off your shorts, along with your panties. He’d just know it would leave your friends in shock. He palms himself through his coveralls at the thought of all of the survivors staring in horror as he takes you against the log. Not even the Entity would stop him in that moment, and he knows it. He could walk right up there and she wouldn’t do a damn thing.

Michael can’t control himself any longer. He needs you, and he needs you now.

Your friends are the first to alert you of The Shape’s presence. You don’t have a chance to turn your head around before a calloused hand snatches your hair. You know who your attacker is just by touch. While it left you at a loss for words knowing you had died so quickly, it had still left you hot and bothered knowing that Michael wouldn’t have given you your release regardless if he kept you alive or not. Now that he’s here, pushing you further up against the log with a hand tearing at your shorts and shirt, your core couldn’t help but drip at the thought.

You hear their voices, but you don’t know what they’re saying. You don’t even bother to look up at them. The hand that holds a tight grip on your hair pulls your head up. You now realize that he wants you to see your friends faces. He wants you to be filled with embarrassment and guilt.

Michael grabs his knife to swiftly slice the thin layer of your panties on one side, cutting again on the other, letting it fall to the ground useless. He wastes no time in unzipping his coveralls and taking out his cock. Michael knows he should prepare you, but the thrill of having all of the survivors watch as he takes you has him lose any self control he had before. He takes his hand away from your head and takes your hips in his grasp with a vice-like grip before sheathing himself within you with a quick thrust. The force of it all has you crying out in seconds. Michael doesn’t give you a chance to recover as his hips begin pounding into you at such an unforgiving pace. Each thrust has you doubling over the log before Michael pulls your hips back to meet his.

Michael is sure to give your hips bruises by how hard he’s gripping them. His eyes are trained on where your hips both met. The way your ass slightly jiggled with each thrust only had him thrusting harder. The smacking sound each time he would shove his cock back into your warm cunt made him almost feral. Each time he pulls you back onto his cock your walls seem to tighten around him just a bit more. It’s addicting how good your cunt feels. He should’ve done this way sooner, he thinks.

Michael looks up and is reminded of your friends’ presence. They all have stopped talking by now. Many have turned away, not able to bear seeing such a close friend of theirs in such a situation with a killer they all despise. Some still stare wide eyed, frozen in place. Good. They should be horrified. Michael is tempted to pull out and have you take his cock in your mouth instead just to make them all the more terrorized. He doesn’t want them to see you as a good friend that’s always willing to put yourself in the way of danger to save your team. He wants them to see you as a selfish slut that wants nothing more than to be fucked again and again until you’re all but covered in sweat and cum. Michael likes the sound of that just thinking about it.

The more he thrusts, the more your body feels like it’s turning into jello. Each time he pulls away and leaves you empty it makes you desperate for more, only to be relieved when he shoves his cock back into you. You feel like you can’t live without him inside of you and he loves it. He loves how easily you’re submitting to him, how willing you are to throw your friends away just for him. One harsh thrust from him has you just about weeping at the force of it.

“Fuck, Michael!”

He smirks.

That’s it..

Michael’s hand leaves your hip to dip down to circle your clit, prompting you to moan for all to hear as your legs tremble. You know your friends will be traumatized by the end of this, but you cant bring yourself to care in the moment. You don’t care as long as you can still feel Michael’s cock inside of you as he slams his hips against yours once more. The feeling is almost overwhelming. The hand at your hip, the fingers on your clit, the thrusting of his hips, it’s all too much. Nothing can stop the hand that was once at your hip from snatching your hair in his grasp. Michael roughly pulls you up, your back now at his chest. You can hear that Michael is close. Small grunts leave his throat as the grip he has on your hair gets tighter by the second. His chest is heaving, heavy breaths occasionally replaced with loud huffs in attempt to somewhat regulate his breathing as his pace only gets faster.

It only takes Michael’s hand leaving your clit and wrapping it around your throat for you to cry out as you finally reach your peak. Your walls seemed to squeeze impossibly tight around him as your cunt milks his cock. Michael can’t hold back a loud grunt as his head tilts back in the bliss of all the pleasure, his hips thrusting with absolute vigor. He just.. needs.. a bit longer.. Fuck you feel so good around him. Just your walls squeezing so tight around him has him on the edge. Michael can feel his orgasm coming. It’s right fucking there yet it feels so far away. Michael let’s out a snarl of frustration and shoves you against the log once more. He no longer has a steady pace, nor does he notice some of the survivors turning back around out of disbelief that Michael had made such a vicious noise.

Michael’s hips collide with yours with the force of a freight train. He can’t hear your whines of overstimulation. He doesn’t care enough about the survivors presence to even attempt hiding his loud but deep grunts. Michael can’t focus on anything else except his own release.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

He violently thrusts into you one, two, three times before he finally buries his cock deep within your cunt and splatters your walls with his seed, the pressure gifting you another orgasm as well. Your keening and trembling gives him a clear sign of your pleasure, no doubt making him more smug than he already is as he comes down from his high, giving you a few more thrusts before pulling out.

He takes the time to watch as his cum drips out of you with a tilt of his head. Michael takes two fingers and pushes his cum back inside of you, further marking you as his. Seemingly satisfied, he tucks himself back into his coveralls and zips them up before retrieving the knife he had left on the ground. Michael gives your friends a once over before turning around and walking back into the darkness of the forest as if nothing had happened, leaving you and your friends to themselves. He can hear the questions and concerns already, your friends coming to lift you up off the log. Adam generously gifts you his coat with a hand on your shoulder. They talk about how they’re so sorry they didn’t do anything sooner, how they’re sorry they just watched. Michael knew you didn’t care, he knew you enjoyed every last bit of that experience. You didn’t tell them that of course, but Michael knew you would let him do it again if you had the chance.

#should i cross post this on ao3??#help #why is this shit #dead by daylight x reader #michael myers x reader #dbd x reader

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As long as there is no BDay post I'm just gonna assume that they all met up in person, now that Michael is "home" 😌

Oh, I love this, Anon. Well, we can certainly hope for that, yes? And it would make sense, given that Michael’s birthday is on a Sunday and (presumably) neither of them have to work today.

I could easily see David and Georgia making a little weekend getaway trip to Wales. Maybe all of them meeting up in Cardiff, with Georgia and AL doing their thing with the kids and Michael and David having some time all to themselves. I’ve thought about the possibility of them having a shared flat there--not just a place to hook up, but a place that is truly theirs. Where they can be together for hours or days on end without any cares or worries, only being apart just long enough for Michael to make a grocery run to Tesco.

David has just come out fresh from the shower when Michael walks in the door. He has a towel around his waist, and Michael smiles from ear to ear as David pads into the kitchen, hair sticking out in all directions.

“You didn’t have to. I would’ve gone.” Apologetic without needing to be. Michael sets the bag of groceries on the counter, shamelessly surveying the droplets of water still clinging to David’s bare chest.

“True, but why deny myself the pleasure of seeing you in such a delicate state of undress on my birthday,” he grins, pulling David in for a sweet kiss.

Home meant two things these days, and one of them was very distinctly David. Being away for the last three months had been almost unbearable, relegated to seeing that beautiful face on a screen instead of like this, pressed against him, warm and real and here.

“God, I missed you...” he breathes against David’s lips, and already David has gone glassy-eyed.

Michael lifts him up and sets him down on the counter with a yelp, groceries promptly forgotten. Both of them laugh as Michael gently nudges David’s knees apart and moves in between them, crooking a finger under David’s chin to tilt his mouth up for another, deeper kiss...

...Oh, yes, I could definitely see that happening. And like you said, Anon, we haven’t yet had a post from Georgia, so who knows what may have actually transpired. It certainly is delicious to think about, though (and fitting, since Michael bought David and ostensibly now has the best birthday present ever).

I love that you shared this with me, Anon. Thanks for writing in! x

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #happy birthday Michael #why does this seem so plausible though #tell me again that they're not a couple #ineffable lovers #fanfic #good omens rpf #discourse

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Back Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 2

WARNINGS: If you’ve read the previous fics, you know what you’re getting into. Rape/non-con, kidnapping, trafficking, abuse, violence, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome.

Minnie still couldn’t stop shaking as she was taken upstairs with Tom, David and Jessica.

While Jessica went back to the party, Tom and David continued on upstairs with their new girl firmly under Tom’s firm grasp.

They were a little surprised that she hadn’t said a word. Nor had she tried to bolt for it when she saw the front entrance, which was opposite the staircase.

When they got to the room that would be hers, she was a bit surprised herself to find it was rather luxurious. There was a large double bed, wardrobe, small flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed, a dressing table with a mirror and it had an en-suite.

‘All the clothes you will need now are in that wardrobe. This is your room, your space. You will have to earn access to the rest of the house unsupervised. Chances are you will be spending nights in either my bed or David’s. You cannot stop any of us from coming in here when we want to, though the other girls aren’t allowed in unless you let them. Likewise with their rooms, you can’t just wander in. We value respect in this house. You respect others and in return you will earn respect. But by all means, you are not allowed to orgasm without explicit permission from myself or David. First thing you are to do, is to go and take a shower to get cleaned up.’ Tom said everything firmly, without cracking a smile.

‘Have I made myself clear?’ He demanded and gripped her chin, forcing her head up to look at him, since she just had her eyes on the floor, too scared to look up at the terrifying man until she was forced to.

Minnie nodded meekly, as best she could with him holding her chin.

Tom nodded once, then he and David swiftly left the room and Minnie could hear it locking behind them.

As the men headed downstairs, Tom opened his phone and checked in on his cameras. He smirked when he saw that Minnie went straight to the bathroom to shower, like she was told. He leaned over to show David.

‘Interesting. I don’t think any of the girls have behaved quite like that so quickly, have they?’ He hummed.

‘No, not even without one attempt at escape or at least pleading to be let go.’

‘Do you think we need to be worried?’ David asked.

‘Nah, I suspect she’s just scared.’ Tom shrugged. ‘We will see how she goes.’

The auction and party was a great success, Tom and David took in a lot of money as they sold all seven girls. Many went quite high, higher than they had expected.

After a couple of celebratory drinks, Michael, Chris, Benedict and Luke kept pestering Tom and David to meet the new girl. So they all headed upstairs, Jessica too, to see what she was up to.

When they all entered her room, she was by the window and looked down right petrified at them all walking in. Eyeing her up closely.

She had put on a dress that covered her the most from the wardrobe, a dark blue one that went just above her knees. There was no underwear, which she had been horrified to find. She started shaking again from head to toe as she backed into the window ledge, trying her best to hold back her tears that threatened to spill over.

It only got worse once they started talking about her as if she wasn’t there.

‘Ohhh, she’s very pretty.’ Michael grinned.

‘Adorable.’ Luke commented.

‘How old?’ Benedict asked.

‘Twenty-Three.’ Tom said, smiling widely at her. But she averted her gaze down to the floor on front of her and wrapped her arms around herself.

‘Well, she certainly seems timid.’ Chris chuckled.

‘What’s her name?’ Michael asked.

‘Minnie.’ Tom replied.

‘Aww, our own Minnie Mouse.’ Chris teased.

‘Don’t be so mean.’ Jessica rolled her eyes at Chris and walked over to Minnie, who tensed up when Jessica put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her into her chest and began stroking her hair. ‘She’s scared, it doesn’t help having all you brutes oogling at her.’ She cooed.

The men chuckled.

‘We should leave darling Minnie some alone time with her new Masters. I’m sure they need to get acquainted properly.’ Jessica said with a smirk as she winked at Tom and David, then she kissed the side of Minnie’s head before letting her go and heading back towards the men. She started pushing the others out. ‘Come on, out, out. Leave them be!’ She said sternly, making them all chuckle again.

When the door shut and Minnie was left with just Tom and David, she wasn’t sure why, but she felt more scared than ever being left with just those two.

‘Come here, pet. Let’s get a better look at you.’ David motioned her towards them with a finger.

She hesitated big time, but with the way David narrowed his eyes at her in a silent warning, she quickly scurried closer to the two men until she was just a few feet away. She kept her eyes down to the floor.

Tom moved slowly but deliberately, prowling around her. She jumped when he placed his hands on her shoulders, he paused for a moment before sliding his hands down her arms, taking the straps of the dress down in his trail.

‘Very jumpy.’ He hummed, amusement in his voice. ‘There’s no need to be scared. If you behave and do as you’re told, you will be just fine.’ Tom growled against her ear.

He tugged her dress right down so it pooled around her feet. She didn’t move, frozen on the spot apart from her continued shaking.

‘Mmm, lovely.’ He purred and trailed his fingers down her spine. Then he put his hands on her shoulders again and put a bit of pressure on. ‘Kneel, Minnie.’ He growled low.

Lower lip trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks, she did as she was told and sank down to her knees. It was laminate flooring but she had the slight comfort from her dress.

‘When you kneel for us, you put your hands behind your back and keep them there unless told otherwise.’ David said as he stepped closer and reached down to hook her chin with his finger, making her look up at him.

She slowly put her hands behind her back and clasped them together.

Tom and David shared a brief look with one another. They were still a little unsure why she was behaving so well, but they were pleased she didn’t seem like she was going to cause much trouble.

Wanting to test out how far her good behaviour would go, Tom walked on front of her and the two men both began to unbuckle their belts and pulled their zips down. Minnie tried not to look at them. But it became really difficult not to when they both pulled their semi-hard cocks out and started stroking themselves.

Tom moved in closer and slid a hand into her hair, pulling her face closer to him until the tip of his cock was pressed against her lips. ‘Open wide, Minnie. Let’s see what you can do. And don’t try any funny business, our belts are not scared to mark your little body.’ He said in pre warning, even though he didn’t suspect she needed it really.

She opened her mouth and just did nothing as Tom pushed his cock into her mouth and used her hair to control her movements. But knowing she wanted it to be over sooner than later, she started moving her tongue around him.

‘Ohhh yes. Lovely mouth.’ Tom groaned as his grip tightened in her hair with his pleasure.

David was stood at the side, watching intently and waiting his turn. Squeezing himself while he waited.

Minnie gagged a bit when Tom tried pushing down her throat, making him chuckle. ‘Need to work on that gag reflex, girl.’ He growled and forced himself down again, then he eased up and let her lavish her tongue around him.

She panicked a bit when he began pulsing on her tongue, as Tom made no move of pulling out so she was forced to swallow his load when he came. She dug her nails into her hands as she tried her best to quickly swallow, without gagging.

When Tom was finished, he slipped out of her mouth with a pop. Drool and cum dribbled down her chin. She didn’t get time to recover or take in what had happened though, as David took Tom’s place and was just as quick to shove his cock into her mouth.

He wasn’t as rough as Tom had been. He just let her do her thing, didn’t try and deep throat her. He stroked her hair and more massaged her scalp than anything, not gripping hard. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for that or not.

How could she be grateful at all being in this situation.

David wasn’t able to resist thrusting his hips forward when he was about to cum, her mouth just felt too good. She gagged around him as he came, but she was able to push it down and swallow as much as possible.

‘Oh, what a good girl.’ David praised and wiped a tear from her cheek as he slipped out of her mouth. ‘Mmm, wonderful.’ He said as he tucked himself away, Tom did too.

‘She’s definitely the right choice.’ Tom said, grinning wolfishly as he looked at Minnie. Who had glanced up at him, but felt chills of terror through her veins at the look on his face, so she quickly looked down again.

‘You will sleep here in your own room tonight, to give you time to adjust to being here. In the morning I will show you around, introduce you to the other girls.’ Tom said firmly as he and David just headed to the door, leaving her on her knees on the floor.

She let out a big breath of relief when the door closed behind them. Then she fell onto her side as she cried hysterically and tucked herself into a ball.

Part of her wondered if she was doing the right thing, submitting to them without fuss. Not trying anything stupid.

But she had thought that was the best thing to do. Her main goal right now was survival. Which meant she had to do what they said, and not try anything silly to escape or be hurt. Then once she had her feet, she would assess the situation and figure out what to do next.

Even if she was absolutely terrified.

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vampiredecay · 3 years

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Hey dear, i have a weird request but could you do a Lost boys X reader or Marko x reader Where all the boys (Marko Dwayne David paul Micheal all of them or just marko Dwayne David paul) see the reader re put bandages on his scar but the scars would be like carls in the walking dead and they see the scar ( i wonder how they would react to it?)

thank you so much for the request, sorry it took me a hot second to post! its longer than my other stories on here so far, so i hope that makes up for it. i also hope that you like what i did with it!! its angsty in the beginning but it gets fluffier <3

Scar Tissue

rating: teen

word count: 2,908

tags/warnings: swearing, mentions of being in pain, mentions of scars, mentions of being in the hospital, harassment, fluff, the boys being sweet, the lost boys x male!reader, male pronouns used, poly!lost boys

You could have never predicted how your life had gone so sideways. Not in a million years- before the accident, you were pretty much an average joe. Decent family, decent friends, decent existence. Nothing was ever really exciting, but you were okay with that. Life didn’t need to be crazy or unpredictable to be fulfilling.

But, you supposed, the price of being a living being on this Earth was that life could never truly be predictable at all. It couldn’t be, with the events that followed you losing your eye, and pretty much all normalcy you grew to live with.

It was extremely painful at first, physically and emotionally. You had lost a vital part of your body, and you could never get it back. It was disorienting, and uncomfortable, like an itch you could never scratch. The skin around your eye was incredibly sensitive, the lightest movement or touch sending shockwaves of burning pain through your nerves. Tears were always on the brink of spilling over anytime you or a doctor had to replace medicine and bandages to keep the wound clean.

In the end, the pain wasn’t the worst part about it. No, you could deal with the pain. The people in your life, however, suddenly changing and disappearing was way, way worse.

Friends slowly stop coming to visit you at the hospital, calls go unanswered, gazes averted. Your parents supported you, of course. They still loved you, and you knew nothing could change that. But sometimes even they got this look in their eyes, something a little too close to pity.

It was an incredibly lonely first couple of months.

But the loneliness and the heartache slowly healed, along with your eye. The scarring lightened and stopped bleeding, and your skin no longer felt as if it was on fire every time you turned your head. You still had to keep it under wraps, to keep out infection, and to keep other people from seeing how bad it was. You knew that people seeing the bandages would cause looks and questions, but it was better than people actually seeing the wound, which would surely cause reactions that you didn’t have the patience to deal with.

As you were healing, you were also relearning how to do things in your daily life. Your sight and depth perception drastically changed, so things like walking and doing simple tasks had to be practiced all over again. You had to take things slow, which you hated, you couldn’t leave the house very often until you got used to walking without bumping into things.

The first place you wanted to go once you were able to was the boardwalk. It was one of your favorite places in the world, so loud and full of life and happiness. It was absolutely what you needed after all of the hardship you had to deal with lately.

So one night, when it got late and your parents turned in for the night, you went out and caught a bus to the nearest stop to the boardwalk. From there you walked until you saw the bright lights and heard loud screaming and chatter and laughter. You smiled as you took in the sight of the people and the games and the rides, it felt like you were breathing for the first time in months.

The first thing you did was buy a big thing of cotton candy and a soda, roaming the boardwalk and consuming sugary goodness. As you walked, you noticed that some people were giving you looks, but you ignored them, focused on just having a good time and living your best life.

Walking around for long periods of time still gave you a bit of trouble, you were starting to get a little dizzy, so after a bit you sat down on a bench to give your brain time to catch up with the rest of your body. This was nice too, you got to relax and just watch people for a bit. There were all sorts of people out tonight, families and tourists and couples, teenagers and surf nazis and locals, all in one spot, the heart of Santa Carla, enjoying the wonders it had to offer.

There was a group of guys that caught your eye, though. You didn’t mean to stare at them; in fact, you knew not to, you’ve seen them around the boardwalk in the past, and heard the rumors surrounding them. But, in your defense, it has been a while since you’ve been there, and you forgot how magnetic they can be.

They were milling near their motorbikes, smoking and talking and lightly harassing anyone that happened to walk by. Three blondes and two brunettes- had there always been five of them? You could have sworn there was only four- all dressed in black and leather, looking dangerous and infuriatingly hot. You would have noticed more, but by accident you make eye contact with one of the guys and you rip your attention away from them.

Shit, god damnit, you’ve been spotted now. There’s only one thing to do, and it’s to walk quickly away and hope you don’t run into them later.

You get up too quickly though, and you stumble straight into a man walking with who you assume to be his girlfriend.

“Hey! Watch it-” He starts to say, pissed off that someone ran into him, but then he takes a good look at you and lets out a laugh. “Oh, I guess you really can’t, huh?”

The girlfriend lets out a giggle, smirking behind a hand over her lips. You mumble out an apology and try to go around them, but the man blocks your path. “What was that? C’mon man I can’t hear you, you mute too or something?”

You look up at him and scoff, anger building inside you. Who the hell did this asshole think he was? Without thinking, you say “Yeah, real funny and original. Bet lines like that really score you in bed.”

There’s some laughter around you, making you realize that a crowd has been drawn. The man’s face turned bright red, his mouth curved downward into a frown and he got up in your space. “Oh, so you’re a tough guy now, huh?” He pushed you in the chest, making you stumble back. You get dizzy and almost fall, but you don’t hit the ground. Instead, your back hits someone's chest. You freeze, then slowly turn your head, to see a guy with spiky platinum blond hair staring at the man who pushed you. The four other guys with him were also there, glaring at the crowd of people just watching.

You turned to look back at the man who pushed you, all the color was drained from his face. His girlfriend was clutching his arm, trying to pull the man away but his feet were glued in place. The blond behind you smirked.

“There a problem here?”

The silence that swept over was deafening and unnatural, it was like all of the boardwalk was holding its breath waiting for an answer. The man swallowed, eyes gliding over the gang behind you, not focusing on one spot. “N-No, man. No problem.”

You let out a breath as you watch the man and his girlfriend back up, and the crowd starts to disperse. The man behind you gives a shark-like grin and chuckles deep. “Wonderful.” He says, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you away. You can hear your heart thundering in your chest as you walk away with them, listening as they laugh and push each other.

“N-No m-man, n-no p-problem!” One of the blonds says in a mocking wavering tone, “What a fuckin pussy!” The gang starts laughing again, it feels like the ground underneath your feet is rumbling from the force of it. After a little more walking, they stop in front of a different bench and gesture for you to sit down.

“Take a load off, little man!” You snorted as you sat down, grinning despite the slight lightheadedness. Two of the blonds sat next to you, one with a wild mane of hair and a smile to match swinging an arm behind you. You look at all of them, nodding your head a little bit. “Thank you,” You said softly, “You didn’t have to do that.”

The spiky blond shrugged his shoulders and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N” You said, and he nodded. “I’m David. This is Dwayne, Michael,” He gestured to the two brunettes, one with curly hair and sunglasses hanging off his shirt, the other with longer straight hair and not wearing a shirt at all. “And that’s Paul and Marko.” The two blonds next to you do little waves, the one that wasn’t right next to you has curly hair and a jacket so cluttered with patches it must be heavy.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N!” Paul says, nudging his knee against yours, making you smile more. “It’s good to meet you guys, too.”

After the introductions were out of the way, David offered for you to hang out with them, but you declined, saying you needed to get home. At that David offered a ride instead. You hesitated, but accepted in the end. Riding behind him on his bike was terrifying and exhilarating, you clutched his middle tightly the whole way home, but the blond didn’t seem to mind.

“You should come to the boardwalk more often,” David said as you got off his bike, now at your house. He smiled at you like he was letting you in on a secret, “We’re there all night.”

From that point on, you couldn’t ignore the boy's siren call. The next couple days you would take the bus over, wander until you found them, and then do stupid shit with them all night. A lot of it consisted of them terrorizing people who even looked at them funny, but you didn’t find it scary anymore. You found it powerful. It was the best you’ve felt in a long time.

It wasn’t long, though, until the questions started. You supposed you should have seen it coming, but hanging out with them honestly made you forget.

“So Y/N,” Paul said one night, it was just you and him and Marko. You were leaning against the railing in front of the carousel, waiting for the others to get back from getting food. When you looked over at Paul, he asked “What’s up with the eye?”

Marko punched Paul's shoulder, giving him a look, and Paul threw his hands up dramatically. “What? I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just curious.”

You sighed a little bit, mulling over what to say. You weren’t mad that he asked, you just hated talking about it. “There’s nothing much to say.” You said after a couple seconds of silence. “I was in an accident. Got fucked up. End of story.” Paul and Marko both nodded, taking the hint not to ask anymore. The taller blond wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rested his chin on top of your head. A silent apology. You smiled a little and leaned into him, letting him know it was okay.

After that, David, Dwayne and Michael arrived back with food, and once everyone settled down at a nearby table to eat, David proposed that they go back to their place after eating. You were nervous to accept, but they were cool guys so far, so you didn’t see the harm in it.

Before you could voice your opinion, however, a sudden cold, wet substance suddenly splashed all over your face. You yelped and got up, trying to shake off whatever the fuck it was, when you heard laughter getting distant. Suddenly, the boys were all getting up and shouting, someone was holding onto your shoulders, and when you wiped at your eye you could see it was Dwayne. He looked absolutely livid.

“What the fuck just happened?” You asked, looking down at yourself, disgusted to find that your clothes were soaked now too. The brunette gripped your shoulders a little tighter, not enough to hurt but the pressure was there, “Some people have a death wish.”

You would have asked him to elaborate, but then something dawned on you. “Oh shit!” You exclaim, hand going up to your bandaged eye. “Fuck, I have to get home, I have to change this, fuck!” Dwayne's eyes widened a little, and he nodded, calling attention to the other boys, who were all talking angrily to each other. They all looked over, and when they heard that you needed to change your bandage, they all hurried over. “Our place is closer. Michael, take Y/N to get the supplies he needs. We’ll meet back up at the hotel.” David all but commanded, and everyone seemed to be in agreement. The rest of the boys took off on their bikes while Michael steered you in the direction of a small convenience store on the edge of the boardwalk.

“You okay?” Michael asked, worry written all over his face. You nodded at him, though in reality you were feeling gross, sticky and anxious as hell. You thought it was so nice of them to help you out, really, but you knew this meant that they would probably end up seeing your eye. Seeing your scars. The thought alone was enough to make you slightly nauseous. The brunette could tell that something more was going on with you, so he gently took your hand as you approached the shop. You looked at him, and he smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently. You gave a light smile back and looked away.

After buying the necessary wrap, tape and some bottles of water, you both get on Michaels bike and ride off to their place. You were just thinking about it now, David had said the word “hotel”. Did they stay at an actual hotel?

It didn’t take you long to figure out. When you arrived at the hotel, that was really more of a cave, you were in absolute awe of the place. It was massive and beautiful, you couldn’t believe these guys actually lived here. You had so many questions, but now that you were here, they would have to come after.

Michael led you over to a slightly dusty couch and you sat down, holding the items in your hands nervously. Everyone was sitting around you, you had a very attentive audience that you didn’t really want.

“Is there, uh, a private place I could do this?” You asked, and your heart sank when they shook their heads. “Most of the rooms collapsed when the earthquake hit. There’s not much left, and the parts that remain are too dangerous to go into.” Marko explained, and you sighed. You supposed there was no getting around it.

“Okay, well. Just, don’t say anything, okay?” You got out the bandage wrap from its packaging and took a deep breath. Slowly, you unwrapped the dirty bandage from around your face, revealing your eye to the boys.

All of their facial expressions changed, some more surprised than others. David looked the least shocked, eyes of steel trained on your face, just looking. Dwayne and Michael looked a little more concerned, Michael especially, but otherwise they tried to keep their expressions neutral. Paul and Marko looked intrigued, if anything. Like they wanted to ask questions but were reigning themselves in.

Overall, they kept quiet, and they didn’t shy away from your appearance, so you counted your blessings as you cleaned and dressed your eye as quickly as possible. When you were all finished, Marko and Paul launched themselves at you, sitting next to you with wide smiles on their faces.

“Dude! You’re so badass!” Paul shouted, and Marko was quick to agree. “You should get an eyepatch or something. Crank up the badass factor.”

You laughed at their antics, blushing a bit at their words. You could tell that they really thought you were actually cool. It warmed your chest and you smiled as they went on about eyepatch ideas.

Eventually, David dragged the two away, saying it's getting late and they should probably take you home now. You nodded in agreement, letting out a yawn. You didn’t realize just how tired you were.

Dwayne was the one who ended up taking you home, the ride was a lot gentler and smoother than it usually was, which you were grateful for. When you arrived at your house, and you got off his bike, Dwayne pulled on your arm before you could leave. You looked at him, confused, but then he got off his bike, and he stood in front of you, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You froze, heart pounding. Dwayne pulled away and let go, giving you a small smile. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard as he got back on his bike. “Yeah- you too.” You stumbled out, making him chuckle. He then rode back off into the night, and you were left stunned on your front lawn.

You didn’t know what would happen now, you had absolutely no clue when it came to the gang of bikers. But you found yourself at peace with it.

Life could never be predictable anymore. And you were more than okay with that.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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A Reading: Part 4 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Witch Reader)

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Warnings: light nsfw, cursing, mention of death, manipulation

Word Count: 3500~

You laid on your bed, touching your lips and thinking about the kiss. It had just been a kiss. Well, a few kisses. You hadn't let it go farther than that. When Paul had started to get nippy, you had come to your senses and decided that it was enough for one night. You hadn't necessarily kicked him out. He'd been laying with you, keeping you close and playing with the hem of your skirt as you talked about nothing. Before he told you that he had to be somewhere with the boys.

Still, your mind drifted over the way he'd pressed his lips against yours, how he'd held the back of your head as he guided you to lay on your back. How he'd settled between your thighs. The taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hand holding your jaw, your neck. They'd been strong, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure but not enough to restrict any airflow. How they'd slipped down, massaged your chest while you'd dragged your nails down his abdomen. You'd caught his mesh shirt, but you remembered the way his breath had hitched. How his hands had moved down to run over your thighs. Even when he'd moved his kisses down to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of skin, you hadn't said a word. You'd moaned, and nearly did so again when he'd grazed his teeth down the length of your neck.

You shivered and shook those thoughts away. You shouldn't have even kissed him in the first place. You reminded yourself what he was, what he all were. Even knowing about them didn't stop you from falling into his trap, and you idly thought that perhaps you needed to cleanse the crystal around your neck.

But it didn't matter. None of it did. The night was young and you needed to finish their spells. Then, you could put Santa Carla far behind you and you wouldn't have to worry about the vampires anymore.

You'd been alone for a couple of hours. The night was stretching on and you'd finished a charm for all of them. You'd noticed that their ears were already taken, so you made them each a necklace instead. It had a crystal and spell over each of them, and you'd just finished the final one when another knock came to your door. Your head lifted up and you glared at the interruption. For a moment, you thought it might be Paul. Back for more, you mused, but this wasn't the time. You sighed and pushed yourself off of your bed, and didn't bother putting the latch on when you yanked the door open. To your surprise, it wasn't the blonde. It was Dwayne. With a pizza. Your eyebrows furrowed, but your stomach growled at the smell. You quickly placed a hand over it, realizing you hadn't eaten since you'd begun.

"I brought you this," He paused, shifting it in his hands. "To say thank you." He said, and you stared at him. You noticed a bit of blood near his neck, where his hair covered it, and a furrow in his brow. Even if you couldn't read his mind, you could guess what was on it. He was troubled, and, despite how many times you tried to tell yourself that they were dangerous, you found your heart weakening for them. You sighed, and pulled open the door completely and even told him,

"Come in." You let him follow you into your trailer, finding that you'd almost gotten used to their presence hovering around. A few more days of this and perhaps you would be totally used to it. Salisbury still growled and hid the second he saw the brunette, and you watched as he ducked into the small bathroom. "You're lucky I just finished your charms. I'm not going to get anything done if you guys keep interrupting me." You told him, trying to joke. You watched the corner of his lips quirk up, and you reached to grab a couple of plates from the cabinet. "But thank you." You said, nodding to the food. He accepted the thanks with a nod. Each of you started out with a slice, and you both sat on your bed. You tried not to tear into it as much as you wanted to, and picked up one of the necklaces after wiping your fingers with a napkin. You handed the charm to him, and you watched as he took the time to look it over. Almost hesitant to put it on. You were about to ask why he'd really come to your caravan when he began,

"We showed Michael what we are. He didn't take it well." Dwayne said, and you swallowed. Michael. The name was unfamiliar but you could guess who it belonged to. He was the one painted as the knight, and you frowned. It seemed whatever path they were on was set firmly into motion, and you could suddenly guess where this conversation was going. Dwayne was the one who hid his emotions best, but you could see frustration in him. "I never liked him. From the moment I saw him." He said, and you were almost a little amused by the anger in his tone. It seemed dislike had turned to hatred after finding out that he was the reason for all their deaths. You chewed slowly and decided to ask,

"Why?" You figured this was the most you were ever going to get the brunette to talk, so you figured you'd take advantage of the situation.

"Well, he followed Star and Laddie around all night. And he's-" You didn't recognize the names, but you nodded along. Dwayne shook his head, letting his hair flutter about. He continued with, "He's just an idiot." He said, and you tried to bite back your smile.

"You're friends with Paul though." You said, and the jab surprised him. You watched as a smile came to his face, and a small laugh left his lips. His smile lit up his face, changing his features completely. He'd been intimidating before, but now he lit up. You did your best not to stare, and found it easier to look down at the food in your hand.

"Yeah, but Paul's," He paused, and you watched as he tried to find the words. "Paul's dumb sometimes, but he's not an idiot. If that makes sense." He said, and you smiled. Yeah, you could understand what he meant. The pair of you sat for a second, enjoying eachothers company. But it seemed that wasn't all that was bothering the brunette.

"Markos not going to die, is he? I'm not-" But he stopped himself and stared at you. You stared back, trying to think of what you could say. You couldn't promise them anything. Even with their charms and spells.

It was obvious that Michael was going to reject them. Reject what they were. You almost wanted to yell at the boys for not putting off showing him what he was. Giving you, and themselves, more time. But what else could you expect? Markos death had been their present, so you wouldn't be surprised if it would happen soon. If their deaths were in their immediate future. You reached out to place your hand on his, and opened your mouth to speak. But, just as you did, Dwayne interrupted. He decided that he wasn't finished, and you paused to let him continue,

"The others," He let out a sigh and stared away from you. "They're lying to themselves. They think having a witch can solve everything, but," He pulled his hand away to run it through his hair. You took his plate away from it too, just so it wouldn't fall off the bed. "You don't owe us anything. David can threaten you all he wants, but he won't be able to do anything if we're dead." Dwayne said, and his tone was decidedly defeated. This time you were stunned into silence. Your tongue felt heavy and like lead in your mouth. You hadn't even thought about that. How would they live up to their threats if you failed? If your charms didn't work? Best case scenario some of them lived, but still? It wasn't the outcome they would want and you'd doubt they'd be satisfied with just your death. In that moment, you were confronted with an astounding choice. You could abandon them right here, pretend to help, and let the hunters clear them out. Or, you could help them. Actually help them. You stared at the brunette, knowing he had heard your thoughts. For some reason, you thought that, no matter what you chose, he wouldn't judge you for it. He wouldn't tell David, or the others. He looked as if a storm was brewing inside him, tension that was ready to snap, but it wasn't aimed at you. You tried to think of ways to comfort him, and your mind drifted back to your book. You'd wanted to ward their sleeping area, where the first of the deaths took place. It was then that another idea came to you instead. You stared, and resigned yourself to your choice.

"Despite everything," You started, watching as he turned his eyes to you. "I don't want the four of you to die. Perhaps, I could-" You swallowed thickly. "Markos death happens during the day, right? While all of you sleep? I could ward where you sleep and I could," You were hesitant to say it, but you forced the words out. It was the only way you could be sure they'd survive. "I could keep watch?"

You watched as he processed your words. He blinked quickly, sitting back a bit and let them smooth out the lines in his face.

"You'd do that?" He asked, and you stared at him. His eyes were intense, but not as intense as they'd been the night before. You nodded, and you watched as a small smile graced his face right before he looked away. He was quiet for a moment, before he said, "Paul may be a little spaced out, but he's a good judge of character." He said, and he let those words hang in the air. You pondered them for a moment, but you knew what he was getting at. You guessed that Paul liked you, he wouldn't have kissed you otherwise, and he must have told the others as such. For a moment, you wondered just how much he had told the others. But, you knew that wasn't the point. Dwayne was agreeing with him, agreeing that he liked you.

"Oh, really?" You asked, a slightly teasing edge to your voice. It made him laugh, just a small one that barely left his lips. But there was his smile again. The storm had eased and passed, and the sun shone again.

You decided that you didn't mind his company. He was quiet and he didn't bother you as you worked. He simply went back to inspecting your walls of books, and you ate his gift as you finished up one of your other spells. Though, when he found your vinyl collection, he interrupted to ask,

"Do you have a record player?" And you stood to find it and bring it out, silently agreeing to let him play whatever he wished. You placed it on the counter, and you watched as he carefully unsheathed the record and placed it on the player. It wasn't long until you heard music filling your trailer. You smiled to yourself, and peered over to see what record he selected before you said,

"Didn't peg you as a Santana fan." As the first song on their Abraxas album began to play. He grinned to himself, pushing his hair away from his face. "Thought you'd be more into Poison, Twisted Sister, maybe some Black Flag." You said, and he laughed to himself. You smiled, before you turned your attention over to your collection of herbs. You opened your cabinet, wading through the different labeled jars as Dwayne turned to sit with his back to the counter besides you.

"I am. Well," He paused, tilting his head. "They are, so I am too. But Santana's cool." He said, and you copied his previous action and pushed your hair away from your face without realizing. You didn't see how he smiled at the action. You turned the bottles to face you, but you couldn't find what you were looking for. You stood on your tiptoes, before Dwayne moved and asked, "What do you need?"

"Rosemary." You told him, and you tried not to let your gaze fall to his chest. He reached over, before handing you the small jar filled with what you had asked. You mumbled a thanks, trying to keep your eyes away from the expanse of exposed skin. You could feel your cheeks heating up, and you tried to keep your thoughts quiet as you mentally berated yourself. You were silly. You knew they were dangerous, but, again and again, you could feel their charm winning you over. You definitely needed to cleanse your crystal. You hadn't seen the way Dwayne was staring as he resumed his previous position and crossed his arms over his chest. Finally, after a moment, he said,

"There is one thing I wanted to see for myself. Instead of just taking Paul's word for it." And you lifted your gaze. You met his eyes, and a small gasp left your lips when he leaned forward. He'd lifted his hand to your jaw, but he paused just before his lips brushed yours. Giving you a moment to realize what he was going to do, and to properly react. A million thoughts flashed through your mind. You thought about Paul, about what he was, about everything that was supposed to happen. You wondered what this would mean for you, especially if things did go well. But, you couldn't deny that a part of you wanted to. And that little sliver of yourself was what you latched onto before you leaned in and closed the gap.

Dwaynes kiss was different. From Paul's, from what you expected. He took the jar from your hands, before one of his hands was reaching to hold one of yours, and the other held your neck. You melted against him, letting yourself fall closer as he drew you in. You made a noise when Dwayne lifted you up. You'd been so caught up in the feeling of his lips, in keeping up with his pace, that you'd completely forgotten about everything else. His kiss was slow and deep, and he lifted you to put you on top of the counter. You'd barely started, barely been able to curl your hands in his hair or pull him closer. You'd only just begun to wrap your legs around his waist, and completely surrender yourself to the trap. But Dwayne was pulling away with a few lingering pecks, before he pulled away completely. You were breathless, and you tried to follow him. He let out a small chuckle, and interrupted the kiss completely by asking,

"How much stuff do you want to pack?" Even though he was the one that ended the kiss prematurely, his hands kept teasing you. As you packed, there was a hand on your hip, or a hand reaching to grab something you couldn't. There was a brush of his knuckles against yours, or, a couple of times, a hand that tilted your face towards him so he could press a short lived kiss to your lips. It almost left you dizzy, but definitely made you completely flustered. By the time you were packed, you weren't sure you'd be able to withstand the rest of the night. At least they'd be asleep during the day.

"Are all vampires as fickle as you four?" You asked him. Just the night before, they'd scared you half to death. Now, he was treating you as if you'd been lovers for decades. Dwayne shugged as he slung your dufflebag over his shoulder. You supposed you could blame the change on the fact that they were supposed to die soon. Doing what they could with who they could and all that. The thought bothered you a bit, and you decided to change the subject. "Do they know I'm coming?" You asked him, and he nodded and tapped his forehead. Mental link, the action said. You hummed. You supposed that was useful.

Before you left, you left out extra food and water for Salisbury. You knew your familiar, while he wanted to protect you, wouldn't want to come. He'd be in a vampire den, and he'd show any anxiety you'd try to hide. All you brought was a days worth of clothes and a couple of your books, and everything you'd need when it came to warding their sleeping area. You wondered about two of the names he'd mentioned. Star and Laddie. You imagined two more boys that you'd yet to meet, and Dwayne smirked but didn't correct you as you locked up and headed for his bike.

Dwayne had been an alright driver, as good as he could be on a deathtrap. He'd taken you to a cliff, and, for a moment, you thought this was all one big ploy. That they were actually going to push you over and let you fall to your death. Dwayne didn't, and, instead, he lead you down an old set of stairs down to a cave opening at the bottom of the cliff. You climbed down and down, wishing more and more that you'd thought to cleanse your protection crystal the farther you went down. You couldn't believe that you agreed to this the farther you went down. A vampires den, you thought to yourself. And you'd volunteered willingly. You'd save the mental beratement for later you decided as Dwayne helped you down the steps by holding you hand. When you finally jumped down into the cave, the energy felt different. You could sense that this place was old, and that it was owned. You looked around, trying to catch all the details.

The broken fountain and chandelier, the haphazardly put up Jim Morrison poster, the surfboards and various other beach items littered about. You saw graffiti everywhere, especially in the places you knew couldn't be touched by humans. There were broken arches, sheets hanging to cover part of the room and a- Your gaze stopped when you saw a girl. The same girl from your vision. She'd peered out of her room to see who had come, who Dwayne had brought back. Her eyes were wide and brown when she spotted you, and you realized your guess from earlier had been wrong. Something told you that this was Star, and you sensed something was off about her too. You weren't one to deny your intuition, usually, and you guessed that she was one of them. But not. You gave Dwaynes hand a squeeze as he lead you past her and towards the others. They were sitting on the other side of the room, and Paul was the only one that stood to greet you.

"Babe!" He practically cheered, and you were swept up in a kiss the moment he met you. He cupped your cheeks, holding your face as he shocked you into silence. It seemed you hadn't even been given the chance to worry or wonder how he'd treat you in front of the others. Your face flushed under his cold hands, and he pulled away to reveal a mega-watt grin. "Staying the night, huh?" He asked, and his eyes were quick to become lidded with suggestion. Again, with Paul, you didn't need to be able to read his mind to guess what he was thinking.

"Not in that way," You teased back. "But yeah." You sighed before giving him a small smile, reaching up to cover one of his hands. Your gaze was quick to fall from him, your crystal panging against your chest. It made your eyes flick to David, and he grinned when you caught his gaze.

"I see you've made friends." David commented, wrapping his lips around a cigarette. You tried not to let him embarrass you, but it was hard with David. When the two that you'd kissed out of the four of them were standing so close to you. You knew that they all knew, but none of them commented. None of them seemed to care. And you felt the exact same way about David as you did when you first set eyes on him. He was dangerous, they all were, but he reeked of it. It dripped off him like summer sweat, and, with him, it was the hardest to ignore. But Marko was tearing your attention away from him, and physically tearing you away from the tallest of the bunch.

"Come on," He said as he took your hand. "We set some stuff up for you and I've been dying to show you." Marko said, and you supposed that they would find something to latch onto to keep their minds busy. Away from the looming threat. You turned to get once last glance at David, and the smirk on his face nearly made you shiver.

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

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Painting Their Nails

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

You want to paint all their nails because why not? An imagine where the reader is doing their nails and decides to get everybody involved.

Warnings: swearing? cursing? (not really?)

Masterlist

Every few weeks, sometimes twice a month, you would break out your collection of nail polish and paint your nails whatever color you wanted. Whether or not the previous nail polish was still fully on, or even chipping away, you always had a habit of changing it no matter what.

This time you decided to go with your favorite color, and as you were painting them, your partners sneak a peek as they pass by your area of the cave. They’ve seen you do your nails many times before and know that disturbing you during this task could end badly. Marko still can’t the green nail polish that you threw at him off of one of his crop tops, nor will he ever.

When you finished letting your nails dry, you still had the desire to continue painting and that's when it hit you. You had six other hands in the cave just waiting for your attack. First on your list was surprisingly Michael. You always caught him staring at your hands and would even sometimes help you pick colors when you needed new ones, so you thought he would be the best to start with.

You dragged him over to your nest, everyone watching as you pick the simplest color that you could start Michael off with; black. Hey, it’s the 80's and the majority of the bands and singers nowadays, despite gender, wear black nail polish. Or any color really.

Michael just chuckles at your excitement when he gives you the okay to actually paint them. Again, the boy likes trying new things. You have to remember that Michael literally pierced his ear and got a leather jacket to fit in with the others. He’s not above changing his look or doing things that aren’t normal for a guy.

He followed your instructions, trying to be as still as possible as you applied the layers of black paint on his nails. You didn’t bother with any glitter or designs as this was the first time doing his nails and you wanted to ease him into it.

When you were done, you shooed him off to let his nails dry, telling him to be careful and not to really touch anything. Poor boy took it seriously and didn’t touch ANYTHING. He just sat down and moved his hands away if any of the others tried to grab his hands.

Dwayne was next, walking up to you, wordlessly taking a seat next to you and putting out his hands for you. With a giddy smile, you painted his nails too. You knew black was going to be the color for all your boys and you were thankful that you bought two bottles of black nail polish.

Dwayne was silent the entire time, watching your hands work, not only painting his nails, but also cleaning them up a bit to make them look nicer. When you finish his nails, he walks off, looking down at them with a small smile. He even went over to Michael to show how well you did.

The second that Dwayne left, BOTH Marko and Paul bounded over to you. Marko took off his gloves so you could easily paint his nails while Paul actually pulled out a bottle of transparent black glitter nail polish.

You went with Marko first because he just wanted plain black. Getting him to not express himself through hand movements as he conversed with you and Paul was tough. You had to keep a firm grip on his fingers, occasionally telling him to stay still.

Not only did you have to deal with Marko’s fidgeting but Paul was much worse, you had to slap his hand away from opening up nail polish bottles when you were trying you damn hardest to do Marko’s.

With a little bit of hard work, you were able to finish Marko’s nails. He was very happy with them, kissing you as a thanks and swapping places with Paul, waiting for his nails to dry while Paul got his done. Plus, you wanted Marko to stay close to stop him from biting his nail out of habit.

Paul was probably the hardest to do out of all of them. Not in the sense of wanting a couple of his black nails to have glitter on them, but because this boy cannot sit still for shit. You thought doing his makeup was hard, this is much worse.

He’s a very fidgety boy so you had to keep an iron grip on his hands so you wouldn’t slip up. Which was easier said than done.

Once you started putting the glitter on a few of his nails, he smiled so brightly that your heart felt like it was gonna melt. He looked so happy with the way it was looking. Again, for some odd reason I feel like this boy loves glitter for some odd reason. It excites him to no end.

You finished his nails and told both him and Marko to be careful because you were not gonna do them again if they fucked them up. That got them to be somewhat careful about whatever they were doing around the cave.

Second to last was David. He pulled off his leather gloves and somehow he has like the best natural nails out of all of them? They’re not too long or short, the cuticles are healthy and dear lord they were smooth as hell. You just chalked it up to him wearing gloves all the time so no dirt or anything could actually damage them.

Of course you went with black, it was probably the only color that David would ever do, but you weren’t complaining. You were just happy that he was allowing it. But you reminded yourself that he only let you because he could easily hide them in public with his gloves.

Despite that, you continued to paint his nails. He was like Dwayne and Michael. He was patient and just watched you work. He was still and when you occasionally looked up to look at his face, you would become a little flustered when you saw that he soon started staring at your face instead of your hands.

After you finished his nails, you held onto his leather gloves so he wouldn’t put them back on out of habit and told him that if wanted to smoke, he just had to be careful. Let’s just say the image of David sitting on his wheelchair with black painted nails and smoking was a sight to see and it had your insides turning in a very good way.

Last but not least was Star. You and her had the most fun with her own nails because she didn’t want black, she wanted colors. So, the two of you spent around ten minutes picking out what color or colors that she wanted.

She went with a simple red that matched her lipstick. She promised that next time she’ll do a different color but for now she just wanted it simple. Who were you to argue?

The two of you conversed about different color combinations that you could do in the future or even designs that you could try out.

Star’s nails were very easy to paint. Her nails were just as nice as David’s and that was from taking care of her nails in her free time by herself. There were a few times that her long hair did get in her face so you had to pause and push it behind her ears. In return, she would kiss your cheeks every single time.

You finished her nails and she happily showed them to Michael, who’s nails were finally dry and complimented them. All of them looked really good with painted nails and you hoped that you could do them again once they’ve all fully chipped off or if they asked you to do them.

When all was said and done, they did keep on coming back for you to do their nails. Paul always added a little bit of glitter in his nails, trying out some new colors here and there.

Marko let you try colors that would fit with his jacket, sometimes theming them after a certain tapestry that was on his clothing. Both Marko and Paul were the ones that would ask you the most to change their designs.

Both Dwayne and David kept it black. Dwayne would usually ask you to redo his nails if they were mostly chipped away. He didn’t want you using all your black that quickly.

On the other hand, David actually kept up with his nails. Asking if you could fix them even if only one nail had chipped away. He did surprise you some nights on the boardwalk and didn’t wear his leather gloves to show his nails to the world. It was rare but it made you very happy when he did. But other than that, when you two are alone, those nails are only shown for you to see.

Michael and Star were the ones that redid them once a month. Star would usually try new colors with you, but most of the time she kept her bright red. Michael sort of stayed with the black as well. Though there were a few times that he asked for color or a little bit of glitter.

Overall, it was a new thing that they all didn’t know that they would enjoy, especially if you were the one that always did it for them. If you aren’t doing their nails, nobody is.

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tiptapricot · 3 years

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Give Me Markael Headcanons 🤲

Hee hee hee yessir >:-) (though it doesn’t have to be, this is generally set in a the boys live post movie setting, or at the very least an amiable post vampire reveal AU)

Things start, unsurprisingly, because Marko is bored

He’s craving someone to pick on and fuck with, and Michael presents the perfect opportunity to do so

Marko comments on his looks, his hair, teases him about his music and fashion tastes, even jumps on his back to mess up his hair or interrupt a conversation, and Michael responds with gruff annoyance or short comebacks, or a harsh shove away

It’s a push and pull kind of dynamic (sometimes literally), ranging from playful to genuinely rude, and it stays the status quo for several months

(Implied sexual content under cut)

Marko even goes after Michael without the boys around, pops up at his house and follows him around the boardwalk to get an early jump on that night’s round of torment

It’s absolutely excessive, and would drive anyone up the wall, but the strange thing is that after awhile, Michael starts reacting less and less, until he’s just absentmindedly nodding along while he does his own thing. He stops being bothered to a weird degree, almost like no one’s there, and that frustrates Marko

Because if he can’t get a rise out of Michael, what’s the point? Where’s the fun in it?

Eventually he gets so worked up that he bursts

“What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just ignore me, Mikey. You can’t pretend I’m not talking, say something!”

And infuriatingly, incomprehensibly, Michael still maintains his cool. He quirks an eyebrow, shrugs, and says he doesn’t see what the big deal is. “I just stopped caring. I mean you’re not really an asshole,” he reasons, “so why should I be mad?”

And that… Marko doesn’t know how to respond to that. Because… what? He is an asshole. He definitely is. Right? He hasn’t been nice to Michael by any stretch of the imagination, so what the hell is he talking about?

When Marko fails to respond, Michael puts his hands in his pockets and goes to do his own thing on the boardwalk, leaving Marko behind thoroughly confused and even more frustrated than before

No one has ever responded to him like that. No one has just decided… not to go along with his game of cat and mouse, just brushed him off like it was the obvious choice, and he doesn’t know… why. It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t know why it’s so offputting

He’s quieter around Michael after that. He still seeks him out and follows him around, but instead of making the usual jabs he just… examines him

They sit on the beach together, and walk around town, and bum around in Michael’s front yard, and talk. Well, Michael’s really the only one that talks. Marko asks the questions, and then trails after him like a curious cat, listening to the answers

At first he’s trying to figure out the why from before, harder and more quizzical, but somewhere along the way that goal goes out of focus. The questions become less about solving something and more about hearing about Michael’s life, about hearing his voice, about seeing him every night

Eventually Marko starts tentatively asking things about his family, his parents, and there’s always this feeling of unfinished-ness hanging between them afterwards, this knowledge that Marko wants to say something too, but just never does. He listens instead, keeps his mouth shut, and listens

And that should be fine, he should be fine with that. Marko tells himself so, over and over. He chews on the loose threads of his glove and listens, focuses on the way Michael smiles when he talks about Sam or Lucy, or on how his voice deepens to something hard and unsteady when he talks about his dad. He tries to focus on Michael, even as something creeps under his skin, wriggles into his fingers and his legs, tense and expectant, edging on panic

This isn’t going to last, he realizes. It can’t. It’s been too long, too easy, that’s not how things work. Something is going to go wrong soon, Michael will get bored or angry or something

Marko stops being able to focus on what Michael says when they meet, too busy listening for a change in tone or topic, for a sign that the gentleness has run out

It’s going to. It has to. Gentleness never lasts for Marko

One night Michael pauses mid sentence and Marko stiffens. “Hey, do you—” he begins, and there, that’s it

Marko snaps into action, adrenaline spiking, and in the next second Michael’s lips are smashed against his own

There’s a moment where they stay suspended, where neither of them move and Marko knows his heart would stop if it was still beating, but then Michael melts into him with this sweet little sound and there are hands working under his jacket and—yes this is much more familiar, this is easy, Marko doesn’t have to think about this

He slips out of Michael’s room before sunrise, something heavy in the pit of his stomach that he tries desperately to ignore

They go on like that for awhile, no more talking, just touching, until one night Michael stops Marko before they can start and doesn’t let him continue

“Hey… what’s going on with you,” he asks, and there’s that gentleness again, that strange strange gentleness that Marko knows is earnest because that’s how Michael is. But why now why… here? Is this not good enough either?

If so what does Michael want?? He ignored Marko’s jabs and insults, he hung around with him seemingly without expecting anything in return for months, and now he’s not satisfied with something physical either. And Marko is dumbfounded

He leaves again, wordlessly, and tries to mull things over on his own, but he’s right back to the why, and he still can’t figure that out. It makes no sense

The others can see he’s worked up, Dwayne and David keep exchanging those glances, and Paul tries to reach out but Marko’s to snippy and tired to explain

That night he confronts Michael again, this time about all of… whatever they have right now, about what he wants, and it ends up just being a long, long, talk

Michael doesn’t want anything, as it turns out. Well, he wants Marko, but he doesn’t want him to be anything. He just likes him. Likes having him around, likes doing things with him

It’s a strange thing to hear

By the time they’re done, by the time they’ve talked through more than Marko thinks they have in the last year, the horizon is tinged red and there’s a new hole in the edge of his glove

Michael gets him too much, he thinks. They both have shitty parental experience, they both crave people and contact and belonging, sometimes to a destructive degree, and they’re both much too connected to their human lives to fully relate to any of the boys

That’s one of the bigger things. Even though Paul has technically been a vampire for less time than Marko, he still doesn’t have the same ties to his human life, doesn’t have the same baggage Marko does

With Michael Marko can actually talk about it. He gets it, he gets the grey areas and the gives and takes and the blurred lines, he gets that even if things sucked there’s still that want to go back to it, a need to keep it with you

Marko hasn’t had that in so long

It’s those spaces that are filled with each other that make their relationship, though, and that’s mutual. Michael grounds Marko, makes him slow down, remember, process, yes, but in return, Marko helps Michael let go

He drags him into races along the highway, teases him and flirts with him, kisses him in public and stands too close and casually touches him in ways that make him blush and sputter

Marko gives him an escape, gives him a place where he can forget his responsibilities for awhile and just have fun

They both provide balance for the other. Michael brings Marko back to himself, reminds him he’s not just Marko the vampire, that life isn’t all about adrenaline and parties, and Marko gets Michael out of his own head, reminds him he doesn’t always have to be perfect and responsible, doesn’t always have to be the big brother or the reliable son

There’s a giddiness to their relationship, innocent and recklessly cynical at the same time

Marko’s torment morphs into a love language, they get drunk and dress up in stolen clothes, break windows and lay on the beach with their feet in the water, howl on the highway and whisper against each other’s throats, excited for every moment no matter how fast or slow

That duality permeates every part of their relationship, it’s excitement spilling into closeness, sparks melting seamlessly back into embers, a mix of dark oranges and blues and reds

It’s a taste of newness that still feels familiar, and it’s exhilarating in its rightness, in it’s closeness, in its awkwardness, and in its gentleness

And, against all odds, it lasts this time

Headcanons masterpost

#I think I should also add a note here that Marko’s actions don’t line up w my hcs for his flirting style #and that’s because he didn’t know he wanted to flirt until he was too emotionally attatched #the fruit is talking again #the fruit is headcanoning again #the fruit is answering again #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #michael emerson #markael

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