#marko shut up challenge

[formulino]

not marko blaming lewis for alex albon losing his confidence........ the same grandpa that throws his drivers under the bus at every and any ocasion 

#helmut marko shut the fuck up challenge

[kzele]

From the Roots Up

Peter puts a plan into motion in order to shake the foundations of the underworld. Neither Rhino or Sandman were prepared. Tombstone will be even less so.

Something was weird about this fight. As for what that something was? That was the itch that Flint Marko couldn't scratch. The web-head was cracking jokes like usual. And O'Hirn was getting angry at the guy like usual. There was punching and dodging going on, same as all the other fights.

Except. . .Spider-Man wasn't making many offensive moves. Sure, punches and kicks didn't do much to either of them but that never seemed to stop him from having a trick up his sleeve. He kept flipping further and further away towards some street work. Alarm bells rang in Flint's head. As someone who had challenged Spidey on a regular basis, both as plain Flint Marko and Sandman, he knew how tricky his enemy could be in a fight.

"Hey, wait up!" he called out to Rhino. "Don't let 'im separate-"

The ground chose that moment to give way beneath his long-time partner's feet.

"Ahhhhh-oof!"

He sighed, ". . .Nevermind."

"Well, you did try," the vigilante's chimed in.

He glared at the ever-present cause of his misfortune, who flipped flawlessly mid-air into the new hole in the street like one o' those fancy gymnasts on TV.

"You're welcome to join your buddy and me down here. Or not. Although, he might've mentioned at one point that he doesn't do too well in tunnels, especially by himself," the bug's voice continued to echo up through the hole.

Flint remembered all right. After that blowout of a fight, O'Hirn had to be rehydrated while knocked out and then sedated. How they managed to do that without any skin on his arms to put an IV, the silicate supervillain had no idea.

Leaving O'Hirn alone to face the guy that scared the pants off of most of the underworld was not an option. If they got caught again, it was nothing new, but at least he wouldn't be a wuss for letting his partner get caught alone.

He jumped down.

Sometimes, Flint thinks, it pays to have superpowers. because that drop wouldn't've gone as good if he had normal legs instead of sand.

As his eyes adjust, he can make out . . . train tracks?? Are they in part of the subway or something? He was about to look around further for Rhino but-

CRASH!

-that wasn't needed.

"Marko! Glad you could make it! I hope the decor isn't too rustic for your tastes. O'Hirn doesn't seem to appreciate it that much," the weblinger snarked as he dodged yet another punch.

"I'll 'appreciate' it when I crush you all over the the walls, you sneaky little creep!" Rhino growled.

A high-powered jump onto the subway ceiling and Rhino could not longer follow through on that promise.

"As much as I would like to see you both fail at that again, that's not why I arranged this chat."

Flint snorted, "Oh, sure. Let me guess. You want to talk us into giving ourselves up and going straight."

Spider-Man made an so-so motion.

"Not exactly. But not too far off either. A good guess, though. And a choice that I wouldn't be opposed to either of you making."

They both opened their mouths and a hand shot up to halt their next words. Another hand webbed the hole next to the vigilante shut.

"There. I made sure we wouldn't be interrupted by cops anytime soon. The old tunnel we're in needs repairs but it's the workers' day off, so can you just hear me out for a second before attempting another murder on me here?"

Neither he or Rhino moved. They look at each other and then up at Spidey and then back to each other.

This was definitely out of the norm. Was it another trick? But why trap himself down here in the same space with two of his longtime enemies then? It made no sense!

His mouth was now moving but the words were surprising even him, "Well, uhhh. . .alright."

His partner shot him a look but he shot him one right back. They were both stuck down and he was curious, so sue him!

Spider-Man tilted his head, "Huh, this wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be. Well you see, when I said hear me out, I should have been more precise. I should have said 'hear me and the Big Man out'."

And with that, a little recorder was suddenly playing in the guy's hands.

"I'm here to see Mr. Lincoln."

"Then you should make an appointment."

//Line Break//

Peter could see the looks on their faces switch from interest to the beginnings of an unpleasant realization.

"Wait. You can't listen to him. He's the bad guy. He's--"

He clicked the tape off.

When he had broken into Tombstone's office that day, he had recorded the conversation just in case the guy said anything that could be used against him in court. It worked on sting operations and TV an awful lot. (Or maybe just the stings ops on TV??) But the more he rewinded and listened to it, however, the more he realized that very little wouldn't be thrown out in court. Between Lincoln's evasive wording around being the Big Man, the charges he brought against Spidey in the tape, plus the wealth and reputation the jerk has. . . Well, Peter knew nothing would come from showing the tape to any above board and official sources.

That's when it hit him. Spidey wasn't the only being treated like a pawn in that exchange. In fact, he'd wager guys like Marko and O'Hirn knew nothing about why they were made.

"He offered you money?!"//"I'll kill 'im! He set us up for jail!"

Called it. Poor guys.

"Hold up! One at a time, please. Yes, Sandy, he offered me a big briefcase full of cash to stay out of the way."

"H-how big a score are we talking here?"

Marko looked like he was about two seconds from breaking down in tears.

"Two rows of seven. All hundreds. None of the cash bundles in any row looked anemic," he responded matter-of-factly.

Sandman slumped onto the ground with his face in his hands.

"Soo, um, anything you want to ask, Rhino?"

Hornhead was trembling in rage and it seemed like a tremendous effort to open his mouth with the way he was grinding his teeth.

"Lincoln. Where do I find him?"

"I could tell you but trust me when I say smashing him is only going to make the problem worse."

"Then why tell us all this?! Look at what you did! You smashed everythin' we thought we knew and now you don't want to get the piece o' crud back?!"

"I didn't say I didn't want him taken down. Look, I could have accepted the money and been at home right now counting the zeros in my bank account. Instead, I'm here. All I'm saying is that smashing him only opens up his throne to people like the Goblin, who FYI, is far worse than Tombstone. And that's saying something."

"So we're screwed no matter what, then," Marko interjected from his seat on the floor.

Sandman's voice sounded lifeless and Rhino was clearly struggling to find anything to say to him.

Peter took a deep breath, "I made the mistake of thinking people like you were the enemy. I started being Spider-Man to help the little guy but I think we're all the little guy here. The Big Man thinks of us as little numbers on a ledger or like chess pieces if we get powerful enough to get noticed. Even if you go against him openly, he'll just replace you. With every day that passes, you're less and less unique because he can churn out more like you. And he'll ruin more people to send against me unless. . ."

Both sets of eyes were looking at him now. Even Rhino had calmed enough to seem interested in listening again.

"Unless what?"

"Unless we do the opposite of what Mr. Benevolent Overlord wants and team up."

End of Part One (Possibly more to come???)

#tssm #tssm peter parker #the spectacular spider man #mentions of tssm tombstone #tssm sandman #tssm rhino

[shaarlslec]

catch me if you can

part 1 and part 3 here lovelies;

pairing: pierre gasly x driver!reader

words: 4000 ish

warnings: smut-ish? (touching mostly); enemies to lovers type of a thingy, mentions of alcohol; 

masterlist

a/n: this feels rushed but i wanted to not let you wait too long for the next part of this since you liked it!! thank you lots; 

You were the driver to take Pierre’s seat at Red Bull back in 2019 during your very second season in F1. Two years had passed since then and Pierre remains still bitter about Red Bull’s decision and portrays you as the scapegoat. 

You fool around with each other after the crash without having no idea how lustful you leave the other. 

There was nothing proven that day in the room you locked yourself with Pierre. You stood in silence just glaring at each other for a good while. Pierre was unable to mouth yet another word after he had heard your daring ones, and your heart went up to your neck once you saw the man piercing you with that lustful yet hesitant glare and trembling yet smiling lips. 

The truth was that none of you were ready for each other in that very moment and that you intimidated the other without even realizing it. You held such a power upon each other that you were very much unaware of, only if you could use words to describe how you felt instead of silent glances. 

Was this the case between the two of you since the beginning? Was it this that made you show disgust towards each other? Was it just a mere malingering to hide that you were attracted to each other? You could have found the answer right there, only if one of you dared to speak.

You gulped once Pierre got up from the couch and went straight to you, grabbing the lock at your left while not getting his eyes out from you.  

“Scared?” You dared to ask, slightly touching the man’s forearm with your fingers, “You seem to be full of yourself in front of people, and now you are not saying a word back to me.” You spoke, half-mumbling and half-trembling.

Pierre giggled, “Have you ever heard of the say ‘be careful what you wish for’?”

You remined stiff as the man’s hand went up near to your face for his fingers to touch the edge of your jawline to array a string of hair after your ear with such care and gentleness as if he was afraid not to rip it in the process, “I am not going to give you what you cannot handle, sweetheart.” Pierre spoke, leaning towards the door to open it behind you as he pressed the lock.

You huffed and slapped Pierre’s hand from your face, “Oh shut up, just say you are scared of such a challenge and keep your cheesy and cocky pick-up lines for chicks that dig them.” You spoke, pushing the door further with your back and being the first one to exit the motorhome leaving the lingering man alone watching you go.

You went straight to the bathroom after this, leaving Pierre all hanging in the room with shaky fingers still in the air. Your heart was beating too crazy, and so did Pierre’s. You had no idea from where you gathered the strength to still be mean and arrogant to him as your knees went soft underneath the man’s touch.

Fuck, you were one of those girls that dug Pierre’s cheesy and cocky pick-up lines. In all sincerity, you would have probably fucked the brains out of Pierre if you were to randomly meet him in a club or something, and he would pretty much do the same to you. Yet, your motorhome after you crashed with him on the track was neither the place nor the time.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and neatened your hair that he just touched, took two deep breaths in as if you were unable to breath properly in the last couple of minutes, and went to the meetings room to have the one of the worsts race debriefs. 

What made it be one of the worsts debriefs? Alpha Tauri was also there waiting for your arrival.

Pierre was there too with Franz Tost already talking with Christian Horner and Helmut Marko about the crash. Everybody in the room eyed you once you got in looking all flustered still by what just happened with Pierre. The Frenchman noticed, of course he noticed and even dared to tilt his head towards the empty seat next to him. You squeezed your eyes, looking for a better place to be rather than next to him. He kept the racing suit on, having no time and no drive to change it anymore. It was down to the waistline, look that drove you crazy on any other drivers - let alone on Pierre. 

“Come on Y/N, sit down.” Horner hurried you, pointing next to Pierre as well as he seen your slightly crooked face at the silent suggestion, “Stop acting like a child already and go sit down.” Christian demanded, “When will you two behave?”

You sighed, you always hated the tone Christian used with you, but as you watched everybody in the room staring at you back, you swallowed your words and listened to what he had to say. You knew better than to create a scene in front of Helmut.

You silently took your seat and threw a little wave at Max who was across the table suspiciously judging your frustrated look while replying to your greeting.

“Missed me already, huh?” Pierre leaned to whisper as the others were getting ready for the presentation and not paying attention to what was going on at the table.

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s get quickly over this, I cannot wait to not be force to breath the same air as you.” You spoke, glaring back at him who was still smirking at you in the same timid yet endearing way as back in the room where you were locked.

It took a short while until the heated subject of the meeting was touched upon. You and Pierre. The footage of you two crashing played three times, and you were then obliged to take the stand as all eyes were on you, but Pierre was quicker to take it.

“We just talked about this earlier and we concluded that it was indeed a racing incident that it will not happen in the future. We apologized and we will do better, neither I nor Y/N wanted to create such disappointment today. Right, Y/N?” Pierre spoke in such a mild and sweet tone, and you were quite taken aback from the way he used to talk to you to this innocent act.

And yet, you knew that you had to play your role. Helmut and Christian were waiting for your explanation, and Verstappen looked at you with the same curious eyes as you opened your mouth.

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “Yes, we are sorry for what happened, and we will make sure for it no to happen again.” You spoke with your neck dry still from earlier, “Pierre and I will solve our differences outside the track.” You added as you childishly patted the man’s shoulder at your left, “Right, Pierre?”

Pierre chuckled and leaned back better into the chair spreading his legs for one of his knees on which the man’s palm rested the entire time of the meeting to touch yours underneath the table, “I will abstain myself from comments during interviews as long as she does the same.” Pierre declared, slightly moving the hand from his knee on yours, fingers gently getting underneath the fabric of your skirt, “We do understand that our quarrel does not good to the teams.” Pierre continued, fingers fully underneath it now grabbing your thigh while everybody was watching you two glaring at the other. You froze for a moment, and yet the warmness of Pierre’s hand in between your legs already felt familiar. You chuckled; the game was on as from now.

You moved forward in your chair as Pierre spoke, making sure that the edge of the table fully covered your legs, “I will behave from now on with Pierre, I promise.” You lied as you felt Pierre’s fingers snatching at the edge of your underwear as you spoke, “If he promises to do the same.” You added, glaring from your team principals to him who was now slowly yet surely taking your panties down your thigh.

“I promise to behave too then.” Pierre smudged with two of his fingers now gently searching for your clint underneath the table.    

Such liars, both of you. 

You managed to remain calm as Pierre slightly rubbed your clint once found in slow circular motions. You covered your mouth pretending to pay attention to whatever the team-principals were discussing in front of you and Pierre standing up. 

None of the words hit your ears, you were too busy to secretly position your legs for Pierre to get a better entrance. Pierre was playing along, paying attention to Franz while focusing all interest on you rather than the men speaking in the room. 

He eye-sided you once or twice to make sure that you were indeed behaving with him. Pierre wanted nothing more than to hear you moan out of pleasure, and yet he knew that it will only blow your cover.

He moved closer to the table, snatching your underwear with him down to almost your knees. If somebody were to look underneath the table know they would be more than surprised to see how you slightly moved into the man’s hand and how you were begging for more while Pierre was willing to give you all that you desired.

One of your legs anxiously bounced once you felt shivers going down your spine, knees went even softer than before, and you wanted nothing more but all the people to be outside the room right then. 

You watched the satisfied face of the man sitting next to you as Christian and Franz exchanged last pleasantries, sounding like the parents of two children who fought at school.

The thrill, the excitement, Pierre’s fingers on you, and everybody else watching as if nothing was truly going on in between the two of you made you lose your mind quicker than believed.

Your hand secretly went in between your legs to remove Pierre from you right now when he wanted to make his way into you fully, intertwining your fingers with his for him to stop whatever magic he was preforming underneath that dammed table and getting your underwear back to its place with the other hand while trying not to make that much of a noise and fuss.

You put a hard stop on whatever you got carried on with Pierre. You were at a meeting after all and somewhat you could feel Max’s glance on you from time to time, as if he was figuring you two out.

“Already giving up?” Pierre whispered after a short shy chuckle.

You went back into your chair with both of your hands at your chest after you made sure that your underwear was fully back in its place. 

You gave him a look. The look. You decided to not give him a reply, the word “horny” was written on your entire face only for him to see and it was the only reply that was needed.

You just wondered if he was as turned on as you were in that very moment. Judging by the way he accommodated his body back in the seat all tensed and the tiny bubbles of sweat coming from the man’s forehead down to his jawline, you were guessing right. 

The contest between the two of you now was only who acted more like a fool than the other pretending to not be moved by what just happened at the table as well as in the room.

You could have let Pierre do more, now that the subject between the two of you was consumed, everybody directed their focus on the screen to talk about what went best in Verstappen’s strategy and what they could have done for it to be better. There was no reason for Pierre to stay, and yet he insisted on doing so.

“Can we stay for the rest of the meeting?” Pierre asked, grabbing into your hand in the distance between your chairs, “We are the sister team, right? I am curios on how your meetings go.”

There was no reason for the higher-ups to not agree. After all, the race was won, and they were just discussing the strategy had for Verstappen. Helmut agreed, and so did Horner and Franz. What they did not know was that Pierre could not care less about how Max won, or about the teams being “sister” teams. 

All Pierre cared about in that moment was to make you lust for him, warning you that you were indeed started a very dangerous game with your on-track rival.

“Do I seem scared to you now?” He asked leaning into your side, while everybody else was talking about the race around you two.

You licked your bottom lip, “It looks to me that you are the one who missed me.”  

“You might be right.” He then giggled, placing the hand which was on yours a couple of seconds ago on the top of his lips, “You do taste good, just as I thought.” Pierre nonchalantly added.

You shook your head in disbelief, “You and your cheeky lines.”

Later that evening you met in the elevator as you were going up to your rooms in the hotel Red Bull booked suites for you. You could not lie and say that you were not the one planning it. When the door opened, and your eyes went fixed on the Pierre’s almost half unbuttoned white shirt, you knew exactly where this was going to lead to, and you were more than happy to cave in. You were curious of how Pierre’s hands feel on you for longer than before.

“You again?” You amusingly spoke as you got in.

“Happy to see me?” Pierre teased, leaning on one of the elevator’s walls with both of his arms crossed at his chest. Sultry, you thought. Who the hell wears their shirt like that in an elevator?

“More thrilled that I have been after the race that is for sure.” You spoke, taking the same position as him but only on the opposite wall.

“Are you enjoying our little game so far?” Pierre asked you with one eyebrow up.

You titled your head and took two steps towards him, “Maybe.” You spoke, watching him giving up on that defensive pose from earlier as you were approaching him to wrap both of your hands over the man’s neck, “Care to make it more interesting?” You teased, one of your hands going from his shoulder to his torso and then on the buckle of his belt.

Pierre closed his eyes as he exhaled, both of his palms finding rest in the curves of your waist, “Fuck Y/N.” He breathed again as your nails slightly jabbed in the back of his neck while with the other hand you were starting to unbuckle the belt, “I would have to say no to that.” Pierre then frailly spoke as if the words were not his to mutter, as if he did not even want to say them out loud in the world.

You froze, but not in that good kind of freezing. You frowned your eyebrows, “Wait, why?” You spoke, getting your hands completely out of him and taking two steps back in your initial position, “I am confused.”

Pierre fully opened his eyes as he leaned back into his as well, “Not like this.” He then spoke, “I do not want you like this.” Pierre added while trancing one of his hands on his already ruffled hair, “I know that what you want that to happen in between the two of us only because I started it twice today.”

You looked at him even more confused, “Was not that the point?” You bluntly asked, “You said I started a game, it looked to me like you wanted to play back in the conference room.”

Pierre nodded, “I do, just not like this.” He then added with a bittersweet tone in between the words, “I think we reached your floor.” The Frenchman then continued as the doors opened in front of you, “I think you should go.”

You were baffled, “The game is then off.” You harshly spoke, “If you think I am going to be crazy enough to beg you to sleep with me then you are one sick delusional man.” You added before getting out of the elevator in an annoyed haste, letting Pierre watch you leave for the second time that day.

You spend the rest of the week thinking about that afternoon and that evening. You were still baffled, still confused. All the teasing and for what? For just a rejection in a random hotel elevator? Men, am I right? You figured out that it was not up to you to understand him. Pierre said no, then so be it. You had Italy to worry about, you had to race and not to waste your time for some stupid fling with one of your colleagues. Let alone the one who was after your seat.

Italy was important, Monza was important. 

That was the track where Pierre won last year, therefore he will give is all to miraculously repeat what happened in 2020. You were not going to let him, especially now after he left you hanging and ruined your last race. 

You had to finish on the podium, hell you even wanted to win the race.

Your qualifying pace was great, and you qualified in the top three after Max and Charles, Hamilton was right next to you followed by Russell and then Sainz. Pierre was in top ten, and yet away in your back. 

All you could think about was how to finish ahead of Pierre and as close as you could to Max. You needed to keep the spot at Red Bull, you could not yield it to anyone else.

“Nervous?” Max asked you in the morning off the race during the team-meeting, “You seem nervous.” He then explaining, pointing at your bouncing leg next to his as you were seated side by side.

You nodded, “A little bit, yes.” You confessed, you always had confessed your feelings to Max pre and post races.

“You are going to do just fine, trust me.” Verstappen agreed, kindly patting your back twice to comfort you, “You are spectacular on this track.”

You smiled, “Please do not call me spectacular.”

Max smiled back, “Because Pierre did so?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in non-sense, “No, I mean –”

Your teammate chuckled again, “Can I give you a piece of advice, Y/N?” Max then spoke watching for your nod of approval that came right away, “Do not get too attached with people within the sport, we all want the same thing as you know we do, and we will do anything to get it no matter who we hurt to get it in the process.” Verstappen paused with a soft sigh, “Even cute Frenchmen dudes.”

You followed your teammate sigh, “He is not even that cute.” You joked, knowing that Verstappen spoke nothing but truth. 

There was no such a thing as getting too involved with men on the grid when you had to work twice as much for what they have. You wondered where and what Verstappen noticed and knew. You were just hopping for him to not have looked underneath the table back in Austria. 

It would have been a little bit embarrassing for your teammate to see your underwear being taken off by a rival of yours. You shook your head; you were thinking about Pierre and that day again. Fuck, you had to focus. 

The race was about to start.

Monza was insane, as it always is. Verstappen and Lewis crashed in the twentieth lap, Sainz DNF-ed right at the half-mark of the race due to an engine problem and you were now leading the Grand Prix with a not so fresh pair of tyers being chased by Russell, Charles, Norris and right immediately after them Gasly. 

You had to pit, giving the boys the opportunity to snatch the first three places. And yet, you were not going to give up so easily. You caught them from behind, having to overtake two more cars until you were again in the back of the Alpha Tauri and flashbacks of the incident in Austria went before your eyes.

You were not going to lose focus, you had to prove yourself this time. You were quicker than Gasly and your medium tyers were fresher now as you overtook him around the Rettifilo chicane.

“Brilliant Y/N!” Your race engineer almost yelled at the radio after you pulled the move on Gasly, “You are at 1.923 seconds from Norris now, the problem is Gasly approaching quicker at 0.389 from you.”

“Oh yeah?” You muttered, “Tell Gasly to catch me if he can.” You arrogantly spoke almost in a chuckle as you pressed the throttle to catch Norris, “I am on McClaren duty now, excuse me.”

Pierre was unable to catch you for the rest of the race. Even better, no one was able to catch you for the rest of the race since you went full on ‘duty’. 

You overtook the three cars ahead of you, giving your best driving performance so for in Formula 1.

You stole the show, stealing the trophy in Monza for the first time in your career. You stood on the podium next to Charles and Russell, and nothing else mattered in the world as everyone was cheering for you, clapping for you, worshipping you.

Pierre got out of the car after finishing in P4. It was a good result for him, considering the lack of results for Alpha Tauri. The Frenchman should have been pleased for the points, but when he saw you standing in the same spot as he stood last year it made his heart flutter in ways that were unimaginable for him. 

Was it envy? Was it admiration? Or was it the taste of you still lingering on the man’s lips?

Weeks have passed since the teasing and your Italian win, and you and Pierre had spoken nothing to each other since then. Not even a congrats, not even insults, and no more comments on camera. 

You saw each other from the distance a couple of times in the paddock and exchanged greetings, but eyes were on you even more now since the crash happened and you two won in Monza consecutively. 

A part of you wanted it for your fling or whatever it was to be just a one-time thing, but the other part of you wanted for the game to keep going until one of you burst into flames as being pushed to the limits as soon as you accidentally laid eyes on him, and there was also that little part of you that was upset for rejecting you so bluntly and leaving you all confused.

You were the one to avoid him when he approached you in the paddock, or when he came with a drink offer during the parties after some of the races.

“You have been avoiding me since Austria.” Pierre spoke, approaching you in the club after the Monaco race, “Are you that upset with me?” He spoke, cunningly clicking his glass with yours.

You watched his half-opened eyes, and you could figure out right away that he was drunk. Figures, that was the only way in which Pierre could so freely come to your booth in the club.

“I was not avoiding you, Pierre.”

Lie.

“We are not friends, right?”

Sarcasm.

“You are playing the hard-to-get-card again.” Pierre huffed, “Fine, fine, I will go.” He then loudly spoke as he threw both of his hands in the air, one of the very much contained whisky that splashed the clothes of the people sitting at the table next to yours. 

You apologized for Pierre and immediately took the hems of the white shirt’s collar of the man to bring him closer to you on the couch.

“Hard to get?” You asked, eyeing him fully now as your faces were inches apart from each other, “Was I playing the hard-to-get-card back in the lift back in Austria?” You inquired, watching Pierre hardly staring at you back, “Oh fuck Pierre, you reck of alcohol.” You stated once the man opened his mouth to say something back to you, “Let’s get you in a cab and send you back to the hotel.”

You went up from the couch as you wrapped one of Pierre’s arms around your neck, trying to stabilize that mountain of a man on your shoulder.

“I am going at the hotel only if you are coming with me too.” Pierre spoke, resting his full-on heavy with alcohol head on yours.

You rolled your eyes, “Now you want me to come home with you.”

- 

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[anna1306]

Imagine! With poly lost boys if you dont mind??? Gn or m! Reader....óvò👉👈

Lost boys really to finding out their S/o went through some stuff and was forced to become a vampire (artificial vampires!).

They dont have any bite markings like a normal turned vamp. is incredibly insecure about it. Artificial vampires being considered as worthless (or lower tier in comparison to vampires made in the traditional way) in vampire society. They cant do some of the things normal vamps can, and can surprisingly stay in the sun for short periods of time??( flexing on these undead hoes istg)

Ignore if your asks arent open I'm sorry!! Ahhh >^< ♥️♥️

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader "Artificial Vampire"

Alright, first things first. There is some hierarchy in vampire's world. Some of vamps are turned. They are full vampires after trying human blood. But of course there were some geniuses (sadists), who wanted something more. And they made a way to create vampires a bit differently. They became servants of those who were turned naturally. With time it has become more of some old and forgotten tradition, that isn't very popular nowadays, but still some "artificials" were made and kept living from long time ago.

This being said, you were unfortunate enough to get in the hands of one of those "scientists". Cliche story of your car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, you trying to ask for help and instead finding yourself in the laboratory of a mad man.

You didn't remember a lot from that time afterwards. Your mind was clouded with something and it was constant agony and pain following you, so your mind just shut it off.

He told you of vampires, of what he is doing with you. You listened, bound to the blood he gave you, bound to thirst and many other things. You couldn't resist him, yet you wanted his head off his body.

He was easily fooled. Blind in his wishes to have loyal servant he believed in your obedience. He let you go outside, make some chores for him. And one time he didn't lock your cell door in the morning before going to sleep.

You ran as far as you could. Stole some money, got on the bus and drove off. You were lost, not knowing if you could go back to your home, too afraid to hurt some of your friends or him finding you again. The only thing you could come up with - start a new life.

That was how you found your way in Santa-Carla. It was little town, with one big and bright place to go, a lot of people going through this town and disappearing in unknown directions. You found yourself a job, little flat you could live in and tried to settle there and start a new life.

That was before you met the boys. They ran into your life full speed, took you with them and ran further down the road. It was a whirlwind of crazy nights, fun, love and everything in between.

David loved your calmness and stubborness. He liked to speak with you calmly, while there was chaos on the background. Something in you, seeking some comfort and quietness in him, while Marko roughhoused with Paul, was endearing for him. He noticed some fear in the moments they got closer to you, but he thought it was natural fear of being hurt.

Dwayne liked your enthusiasm, when you talked about something you like. Books, movies, music? You could discuss plot twists and your favourite ones with him or give him tons of advices on something he had never heard about. And it was always funny how you didn't know some of the new ones from the last couple years...

Paul loved all of you. From your head to toes, every inch of you was perfect to him. He had no idea of personal space and it took some time for him to understand that you needed a slower approach. He wanted to just grab and kiss you and you jumped away from him almost in fear. Even if you laughed it off, saying it was from surprise - he was offended. A little bit.

Marko always liked challenges. But you were the one he never challenged to anything really. You were too composed, too serious and too jumpy. He called you his scaredy-cat. And after he tried to prank you and grab you in your sleep, which lead to your hysteria and crying - Marko learned he shouldn't pull prank on you. Ever.

"You know this is weird, right?" Paul pouted, while flipping through the pages of the magazine. "Y/N's behaviour."

"They are fine to me." Marko shrugged, trying to throw chips into his own mouth and failing. "They are always like this."

"I grabbed their hand, and they jumped like I was some monster." Paul pouted, turning the magazine upside down.

"You kill people, you are the definition monster." Dwayne answered nonchalantly, opening the bottle of beer. "Plus you have cold and thin fingers, it is scary for humans."

"But there is something weird with them, I agree. They are scaredy-cat." David nodded lazily, breathing out the smoke. "We'll watch over them, don't fret."

And they did watch. How you went away in sunlight from their cave, more relaxed than usual. They watched how you always chose the place, where you could see the whole room. You were pale from time to time and refused to go to the Boardwalk with them.

You, in your turn, tried to be as careful as you could. The guys wouldn't understand that you were some kind of vampire experiment. They wouldn't understand your hunger, they would be frightened. And you fell hard for them, you couldn't risk that.

All went well until one night, when the boys were hanging out at your flat.

"Um... Y/N?" Marko called from the kitchen. Little gremlin went to have a snack, but sounded puzzled. You lazily raised your head from David's lap.

"What?"

"Is it pomegranate juice or whatever?" You raised an eyebrow. Why did he ask about juice, you didn't have any pomegranate... Oh. Dear. Lord.

"Marko, yes, it is juice, put it away now, it is expired and I will..."

"It's not a juice." He showed in the doorframe with bottle from your blood stash. You froze and definitely got paler under watchful eyes of guys.

"It is just expired and..."

"It is blood. I can see the difference between juice and blood, you know?" He looked at you, and you sat straight, looking somewhere in the corner. How could you explain that?

"I don't... It's not..." Dwayne sat next to you, taking your hand in his, which confused you even further. They found blood in your house, how could they be so calm?

"It's alright, princex. We are not going away. Tell us the truth." He pushed you softly to honesty and... How could you not trust him?

You told them the truth. About that night, about who you were. You were tensed even when they didn't call you crazy and leave, their silence could have meant anything. But...

"Finally Paul would calm down about what the hell is wrong with you." David scoffed and kissed your temple. "Is it old, Marko?"

"Smells like week old. Maybe longer." He shrugged, while you looked between them all, not understanding the delighted expression on Paul's face, Dwayne's soft smile and overall calmness.

"How do you know that, I..."

"We are vampires. Turned, not... Whatever that freak did to you. I am hearing first of all of these, but that is another theme. Let's go to our place. We have fresh stuff." David took your hand, tugging you to exit, while you tried to understand all of the information.

They were normal vampires. Like the one you ran away from, so of course you had your doubts. They didn't push you, rather pushed excited Paul away to give you some space.

They didn't have a clue about "artificial" ones. Max didn't have anything from the old tradition of this and didn't tell them anything about it. David went to him for answers, and much to his dismay and delight of Max, got an entire lection about this.

You were scared that even if not the boys, then Max surely try and control you. But he stayed back. He was extatic that the boys came to him for help, that was enough.

Paul still doesn't understand a lot. Like... You both are alike! You drink blood, he drinks blood, you are strong and immortal, he is strong and immortal. You are hot, he is hot. Why were you tensed up? It took a lot of patience from Dwayne to explain everything, but once he got the idea, he surprisingly backed up and let you have your space. "I still don't understand much, you are like us, but you can go out in daytime and you are cooler in this way, but meh... You come back to us, that's more important."

Dwayne is patient. He understands now more, why you are so jumpy and easily scared. He is ready to listen to whatever you can remember and ready to help with anything. Even if you are different, it's only slightly. He is supporting you if you don't want to feed from people, even arguing with David about this. "I am here for you if you need me. Feed you, talk to you. We are not gonna look down on you, like on some kind of pet, princex, why would we? Paul is more like a pet to us in that case."

Marko is terrified. He has heard about "experiments", but never thought of it. Like it didn't happen to him or anyone close to him, so he didn't give it too much thought. To know that the person he is in love with has gone through so much pain... He is horrified that he could trigger something with his pranks or cause you more damage. "You are safe, I promise. I will protect you, if anything. Baby, I am so sorry, I... Let's pull a prank on Paul, he won't get mad, and that would distract us both!"

David is calm outwardly. He treats you the same way, only offers you blood from time to time. He invites you on their hunt or asks you to do some stuff for him in the daytime. But inwardly... Inwardly he is enraged. If he could, he would find the one who caused you pain and tear him down piece by piece. But he couldn't leave the boys and you. "It's not your fault, kitten, that it's happened. I would prefer to turn you myself but I can live with you like this in any case."

Mainly your relationship don't change much. You go on dates, you gift things to each other, you care for each other. It's just now they take you for some of their hunts for you to be with them there. Or share their stock with you. They are overall more comfortable with you now that they don't have to hide themselves and that alone make you relax more with them in response.

If the one who made you like this show up to Santa-Carla, or even go as far as to try and make you go with him or hell forbid, kidnap you - he would have four very pissed off vampires at his throat. No chance for him.

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#tlb #thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb dwayne #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral insert

[robin374]

𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕆ℝ

I said that I was going to write a post about my tf2 oc, and here it is! (Unedited)

𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤:

He is from the Basque Country (Spain)

He has two little brothers; Amets and Mikel. Amets is two years younger than him and the youngest one, Mikel, is three years younger.

In 1937, when the bombing of Gernika happened. He was there with his family, a bomb fell near him and sent him flying far away. Sadly, his parents died but he found his brothers hidden with a family.

He was 4 years old when that happened, he had to take care of his brothers by himself. His uncle was in prison for being an anarchist.

When he was a teenager, he started comitting crimes against the Spanish dictartoship. He started by pulling off pranks on the police and as the years passed by he ended up blowing up police stations and ships.

He became a mercenary because he was being persecuted by the Spanish army. That's why he went to Teufort.

He didn't have the opportunity to learn Spanish or English, just knows Basque.

He doesn't know how to read or write. It's funny though, just imagine him, Soldier and Scout trying to read a contract that Miss Pauling assigned them.

He didn't go to school, he let his two brothers go to school while he was commiting crimes.

Demo and him want to catch the Nessie and Moby Dick.

Scout thinks he's Poseidon or smth. (He is not, Scout just saw him playing with the Trident in the water.)

He wanted to be a pirate when he was little, after watching all the sailors from his town go fishing he was enamored with the sea.

His family has always had a whaling ship generation after generation every man of his family hunted whales for a living. He was supposed to be the next Eskiroz whaleman.

He never shuts up. Like, he knows that nobody undertands what he is saying but he doen't care. He keeps talking until Pyro answers him with a phrase as unintelligible as what he is saying.

He doesn't think twice, if he has to go through 15 rockets, 5 sticky traps and 37 headshots to get the Intel. He will do it.

Or he will force Scout to do it.

This is him fighting the bread monster.

𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤:

He knows a lot about alcohol, him and Demo often go to a bar near the base and talk the bartender's ear off about how good alcohol is. They usually challenge each other to go to the battlefield very drunk and see how many kills they can get.

He enjoys being with Medic, he was the first German that wanted him alive. Markos was used to getting a lot of insults from Spaniards and Germans for being Basque. So when he met Medic, he expected him to hate him, but when Medic started to talk to him and seek him in battle he started growing affection for him. (Platonic)

He has a crush on Demo, but shh, he doesn't know it yet. He thinks it's admiration. When he found out that Demo was from a country that had the similar history as his home town, he started to enjoy being with him. And the moment when he was more worried about Demo's well being and looking for him on the battlefield, he started to suspect that the admiration that he felt, was in fact, love.

He imitates animal sounds so well that one time Medic thought there was a lion inside the base, but it was just Markos imitating a lion's roar.

That means that he can purr

And as the last thing about him it's that he owns a whaling ship.

Hope you liked it!!

#tf2 oc #tf2 #tf2 oc x canon #team fortress two #tf2 oc art #oc art

[walmart-cereal]

Hey there @walmart-cereal I have a headcanon about one of my posts!

Here it is https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/727122658508095488/hey-so-i-just-had-a-random-thought-about

RAAAHHH YES HI RIA THANKS 4 THE ASK

(this was a bit of a challenge)

Usual warnings bla bla bla beta reader when

It was a normal usual casual night

for a bunch of immortals

Roaming around the boardwalk

The only problem was

they needed money for the vending machine behind the weird crystal witchy store that Star went into

so naturally they go ahead to the money dispenser

Max

again, the guys can be quite rowdy

and knock things in their way

press 'f' in the comments for the fallen Mafia Movies stand

"I guess you'll never get the birthday flavored Rice Krispies"

"sHut up Marko"

and just like that

they have to lectured or whatever

for ResPonSibiliTy

"to teach you guys a lesson, you have to take care of this"

And a chubby baby? Child? is being handed to Dwayne

(obviously)

"what the fuck is that"

"language David. A mother wanted me to babysit while she did groceries"

so

Here it is

They name the kid "Squabbledorf"

(to anyone asking, David calls him the Thing)

Neither of them know how to babysit

"we gotta watch him for an hour right?" -Dwayne

'SQUABBLEDORF DON'T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH"

just imagine Dwayne holding a small child in his scary aah hands

the kid would def play with Marko's fish bait thingies

and they feed him water for some reason

i wouldn't know

Max decides never again

-> this didn't turn out as well as I wanted it too! I'm sorry- I feel like I'm better at general headcanons

#the lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #tlb headcanons #tlb fanfic #walmart fics

[midesastremanifiesto]

Marko shut the fuck up challenge. I can't believe they let this racist piece of shit say things like that about a driver (or about anyone)

#Checo is not even from South America you uncultured prick

[demon-twink-sharl]

ralf schumacher and helmut marko shut the fuck up challenge

#midnight says things #loathe loathe grrrr grrr bite bite chomp chomp chomp anger anger loathe

[randymeek]

believe it or not mono AND six both deserved better

#marko shut up challenge #little nightmares

[f1-obsessed333]

I’m not a violent person but if Helmut Marko doesn’t stop publicly criticising Max I might just become one. He would have had the same amount of points as his championship winning season if YOUR TEAM could give him a car that WORKS.

#Helmut Marko shut the fuck up challenge #f1 #max verstappen

[betweenheroesandvillains]

Helmut Marko Shut Up Challenge

#lewis too OLD for f1???? bro??? wtf???? #another one working for the 'racing is a young men's sport' propaganda when actually the racing gets so much more interesting #with mature drivers <3 #f1

[monsterfuneral]

just peachy | the lost boys

Relationship: Poly!The Lost Boys x Gender Neutral!Reader

Request:  Can I send in a request because your writing is *chef's kiss*? I'm just having a rough day and I'm tired of having a stupid accent. I'm from Georgia and my friends always tease me about saying certain words. Could you maybe write something about the boys' so is tired of them teasing her but she doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to seem weak or something. But she starts teaching herself how to talk "correctly" and then the boys realize her accent is basically gone and then try to make her feel better? 💛

Words: 2.1k

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a happy ending, changing yourself in order to satisfy your partner(s), insecurity, *Bo Burnham voice* prolonged eye contact, and some sexual tension for absolutely no reason

Author’s Note: Ah finally, someone else in this fandom that also lives in this hell state (I’m assuming you mean the USA Georgia). As someone who literally did this as a child, thus resulting in me not having an accent anymore unless I jokingly put one on, I felt like this request so hard. 

I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now dude, and I’m sorry it took me this long to write out but I wanted to make it as good as possible for you <3

Also thank you so much for the compliment on my writing that truly means so much.

Anywho I’ll shut up now, I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy the story! 

REQUESTS OPEN

(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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You moved to Santa Carla at the beginning of spring, focusing on better job opportunities and using it as an excuse to explore a new place away from the south. Living in Georgia could be tiring, seeing the same thing over and over again, looking at the same buildings, driving through the same towns. Sure it was where you grew up, but it was slowly feeling less like a home. So the second you saw the opportunity to leave and live somewhere else, you took it. There were things to do, people to meet, interesting jobs that actually appealed to you. 

It was nearing winter now. Sure you missed the yellowing leaves and crisp fall air that could hang around until noon. That was a sacrifice you were willing to make though, if it meant you could continue to work on the boardwalk right next to the beach. Where it was lively and something new was happening every night, keeping you interested. 

You leaned over the railing, looking out at the sparkling water and over to the live concert that had packed the beach for the night. Your shift at the boardwalk’s thrift store had just ended, giving you time to catch the last song that the opening band was playing. 

Arms encircled around your waist, making you snap out of your music induced daze. “Hey there sweet thing.” Paul muttered against the shell of your ear before nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

The rest of the boys slowly joined, caging both you and Paul in as they looked down at the beach to the show that was still going on. David leaned his back against the railing and looked at you, winking with a cigarette burning between his lips where one corner of his lips turned upwards in a smirk. You gave him a sweet smile, pulling Paul’s arms tighter around your waist. 

“Y’all are a little late tonight.” You mused, looking at Marko who leaned forward against the railing with his arms. Paul squeezed you a little tighter with a soft chuckle brushing against your ear. The boys all had a smile on their lips when they heard you talk.

You had met the boys not even a week after you had touched down in the bustling city. The four bikers, clad in leather with cocky attitudes radiating off of them staring you down. They could probably tell you were new in town, seeing how your doe eyes would stare at the boardwalk attractions in amazement. After all, the only times you had actually been any amusement parks in Georgia was when they’d open up seasonally. Even then it was rare since at the time you had a busy job to keep up with and sometimes it would get too humid to bother going anyway. Your innocent curiosity of a new location drew them in, putting up a front that they could show you around some time. After all, it was uncommon for a southerner to grace Santa Carla with their presence, so color them curious. 

The boys had always assumed that people from the south tended to keep to themselves in their small towns, going to church, and gripping their racial biases tight. Plus, it had also been well over four decades since they’d been to the south, their last visit being less than stellar. So when they first met you they were weary, not knowing exactly what was in store and what direction the conversation was going to go, and if you would end up being food by the end of the night. 

Luckily for all of you the conversation had actually gone very well, and the thrift store slowly started to become a spot they would drop by more frequently. They found you adorable, the accent and the way you talked, it was all just so different from what they were used to. Not long into knowing you, they started inviting you out with them, wanting to actually get to know you past where you were from and where you worked. From there your relationship blossomed into what it was now. 

“Had to get a little snack before dropping by.” Marko smirked, poking Paul’s bicep “Someone had the stomach rumbles bad.” 

“Ugh stop.” Paul groaned “I was hungry.”

“Well maybe you should have eaten more last night.” Dwayne chuckled softly, bumping his shoulder with Paul’s teasingly. 

“I tried!” Paul argued “Michael was being a total blood hog!” All the boys collectively sent a silencing ‘shut up’ glare to the rowdy blonde. 

You chuckled softly “Well next time you just gotta butt his ass out of the way.” 

It was a whole two months into knowing the boys before their little fanged secret was revealed. Granted it was by accident but whatever. 

It had been getting close to nightfall by the time you walked into the cave unannounced, planning on surprising them. But they were nowhere to be found so you decided to wait it out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through an old comic from Marko’s stash. When the sun had finally dropped behind the water, the boys all came flying out of a hole at the top of the cave flying in circles around the ceiling whooping and hollering, playfully chasing each other before hearing you gasp. 

The conversation you all had after that lasted all night. David tried insisting that you had to turn now that you knew, while Dwayne and Marko protested, knowing that they no longer had to enforce that rule with Max being dead. Either way, six months later and it was safe to say you knew pretty much everything when it came to their lives as vampires. 

From then on things had been pretty smooth sailing. 

Well until recently. 

Of course you knew the boys weren’t perfect, they did in fact kill people for food, so you weren’t exactly expecting to have boyfriend’s sent down from god himself. But by being with them it made you notice some things about yourself that you never really did before. Sure you knew they probably meant well, but picking at the way you said things made you feel a little insecure, in fact you were growing to dislike your accent because of it. And as a result you started to change your speech and the way you talked. The lingering thought of ‘maybe they’ll be happier like this’ in the back of your head just kept chewing away, and as a way to not come off as weak, you remained silent about the problem you had with their teasing. 

If they noticed they never said anything. Not commenting on the way your speech smoothed out into something you assumed they would find more tolerable. At first you had done it just as an experiment to see if you could even do it without them noticing. Which, to you, had seemed to be the case. 

Seemed to be.

Little did you know they were a lot more observant than you gave them credit for. Especially David. He had been the first to notice how you were using some words less and less, you had seemed closed off from them in general. The other boys slowly started to realize it too, noticing the almost subtle way your accent seemed to just go away after months of them hearing it. It was confusing to say the least. 

Some of them- mainly Paul- had chalked it up to being around them for so long, but they knew that wasn’t the case. If it were, Dwayne’s own accent would have been long gone by now. 

“Is something wrong?” David chimed out of nowhere, blowing smoke towards the stars. All eyes turned to him and you furrowed your brows in, confused. “You’re suppressing your accent. Why?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up, not having expected this conversation so soon “Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You tried playing dumb, hoping he would just drop the subject. But this was David and you knew that was very unlikely. 

He let out a deep chuckle before sliding himself in front of you, blocking out your view of the show on the beach, and trapping you between himself and Paul. He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, the leather of his glove brushing against your bottom lip softly, keeping your head in place so he could look into your eyes. You felt like he was staring into your soul, reading you, attempting to pry the secrets from your brain.

“Don’t lie sweetheart.” He tilted his head, challenging you to argue back “I’ve been around for a long, long time. It’s not hard to notice a change as simple as an accent. Especially when it comes to our mate.” 

Mate. This was the first time you heard him actually use the word himself. It made your heart pick up pace in your chest, and you were sure they could all hear it. He brought himself closer, not exactly caring about the public’s prying eyes at your current predicament. He cupped your jaw and brought his face closer to yours, your noses brushing against each other before he teasingly kissed the corner of your mouth. He was toying with you, making you drop your guard.

“Answer the question baby.” Paul whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Marko and Dwayne were both leaning on the railing on either side of the three of you, looking out at the ocean as if this wasn���t even happening. Well, with the occasional side eye in your direction.

David pulled away, and you subconsciously chased after him, seeking more contact. You let out a quiet whine, glaring at him as he took yet another drag from his cigarette. 

“Well?” 

“Fuck- Okay fine.” You mutter in defeat, no longer seeing a use in trying to fight them when they already suspected the truth. “I didn’t want to say anythin’, I mean it’s really not anything to get worked up over. It’s just that I’m tired of being teased for how I say stuff.” The accent slowly melded into your words, slight slip ups that had been harder to tame with the little time you’ve been training yourself to speak more ‘correctly’. “So uh- I thought I’d try and talk a little more normally.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dwayne asked, his attention now fully on you. 

You shrugged, slightly embarrassed “I don’t know. I mean it wasn’t your problem, and I thought it might be a little less annoying to hear me talk, y’know like-” 

“Like Paul?” Marko interrupted, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the wild haired blonde. 

Paul shook his head softly like a disappointed parent “No cool man.” 

A laugh left your lips, glad that they were being at least a little light hearted about it. “No. I guess I just kinda assumed you guys didn’t like it. So I just thought- well you know.” 

The conversation went silent, all of them staring at you before looking at each other. Dwayne was the first to crack from his stony expression and smile at you, his cool hand coming to smooth over your warm cheek. He caressed your skin gently with his thumb, silently admiring you for a second. 

“All you had to do was talk to us. I could’ve told Paul and Marko to shut the hell up for you.” He joked, making you smile with him before laughing. “You don’t have to change yourself to please us. That’s not something we expect from you.” 

Paul let go of you, spinning you around and catching you before you tripped over your own feet. “Yeah! You could have totally said something! You’re not gonna hurt our feelings or anything babe.” He brought you to his chest, giving your cheek an overly wet kiss, trying his best to lighten your mood. David’s hand smoothed up from your shoulder blade to your shoulder, the cool leather welcome against the heat on your neck. He brought himself closer, trapping you against himself and Paul once again, if not bringing himself closer this time. 

Marko smirked at the way your eyes clouded over slightly, “Yeah I mean… If anything I think it’s kinda hot.” He said, tracing the lapel of the leather jacket you wore, twirling the dark purple squid lures he had gifted you around his index finger. His eyes were lidded when he looked at you, a cocky smirk on his lips. 

You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off, but oddly enough the reassurance did help. Realizing that you in fact did not have to change in order to please them, and that’s not what they wanted from you was like a breath of fresh air. It lifted a weight from your shoulders and you were thankful for it, leaving you wishing you had said something sooner. You loved them, and while being in Santa Carla was a huge change in your life, you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone else other than them.

#dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #marko #paul #david #dwayne #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #tlb 1987 #poly tlb #tlb #monster writes

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

It’s Just a Movie: Part 6 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 1890

You had to think for a moment about what you had just said when David asked. You went over your words, realizing what you had just told them. What you had just admitted. You knew what they were. You knew that they were vampires. But you were also fairly sure that it wouldn't make a difference. They had already planned on eating you that night, and, if anything, you had just sealed your fate. So, you didn't hold back.

"I said that you're vampires, David." You looked straight at him, clearly challenging him. Even with the tears in your eyes, you knew that you had managed to give him a cold look. You could hear the venom in your own voice, and you gaze didn't waver when he stared back. Why should it? They were going to kill you anyways. Being afraid now wasn't going to change anything. "You, Marko, Paul, Dwayne," You paused for a moment, before you decided to really throw all caution to the wind. "Max." You said the name, and you watched as something, something too quick to place, flickered across Davids face. Some of the other boys were a bit more obvious. Pauls breath had hitched at the mention of their sires name, and Marko's grin had fallen from his face completely. Instead, he hid his mouth behind his hand and seemed to be half-way towards chewing his thumb off. Dwayne frowned, and his gaze was so intense. But it wasn't a glare. The boys had been laughing before, but they weren't laughing now. Neither were you. Your eyes never left Davids, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. He stood, and he was in front of you in a second. You couldn't help how you flinched back, taking the smallest of steps backwards to steady yourself. David grabbed you by the shoulders, but he didn't laugh. He didn't smile. Instead, he asked,

"How do you know all of this?" And it felt strange. To be a step ahead of David. To know something that David didn't know. He always seemed so in control, and, perhaps, that's the only reason you were still alive. In a moment, you realized this was the only way to stay alive. You were going to have to stay ahead of him and play your cards right. As bitter as you felt towards him and the others at that moment, you still had a chance. And you weren't going to throw it away. You stared at him, and said,

"Give me my phone and I'll show you."

You made a decision that you knew you wouldn't have made if they hadn't been such assholes before. You had bought and downloaded the movie for a car trip a few months before, and you set your phone up on the table across from the couch. The five of you squeezed onto the couch, the little screen less than three feet away as the opening sequence started. You sat at the far end of the couch, with Paul next to you, Dwayne in the middle, Marko besides him, and David on the other far end. You didn't know why, but you had a feeling that David didn't want to be near you at the moment. You knew too much. More than he could control. And he wouldn't know just how much you knew unless he did what you wanted. In other words, David was stuck not being the one in charge of the situation. Marko, however, seemed to be the most skeptical of the bunch. He was still calling bullshit on the whole thing, and it seemed he would be thinking that way until he saw the movie with his own eyes. He made that fairly clear by saying, 

"This is all a bunch of bullshit- I'm fucking starving." He said, and you tried not to think about just what he planned on eating. Paul, without prompting, passed him a half-eaten bag of chips, and you looked over to see him grumpily snacking. Dwayne seemed completely neutral, and hadn't spoken a word since you'd revealed what you knew. He seemed to be waiting to see how things went, and you didn't fault him for that. However, Paul seemed to be the easiest to convince. Or, perhaps, he simply didn't care and was just excited to have you sit next to him. He did still think that you were hot. You weren't surprised when he had his arm around the couch behind you before the title had even shown up and you quickly told him,

"Watch the movie." When you saw him looking at you. And then the boys watched as the carousel scene started. 

The camera panned up, and the boys stilled before they even saw who it was. First, his boots, then the tail end of his jacket and then- David. There he was clear as day. There was no denying it. The boys had probably expected a different beginning to the movie, to meet the main characters and their assumed victims before they saw themselves. But each of the boys watched as they appeared on the screen. David, Dwayne, Paul, and then, finally, Marko. You couldn't help but be smug as you looked at all their surprised faces.

"Holy shit." Paul said, and you couldn't help but smile. Finally, now you were getting somewhere. "I'm fucking hot." He continued, and you rolled your eyes. Of course, that would be the first thing he'd think. But, he did admit that it was him. The other boys shushed him, with Dwayne telling him to, 

"Shut up." But you were too busy thinking about how you had succeeded. This had to convince them. There was no other way to go about it. They couldn't just deny what they were seeing with their very own eyes. You grinned, leaning past him to look at the other boys. 

"I'm sorry, who's crazy?" You asked, and looked at Marko specifically. While you hadn't wanted to admit it at first, his comment had cut the deepest. Marko rolled his eyes. He shooed you off, but it didn't stop the feeling of triumph you felt. Dwayne and David were too busy staring at the screen, watching the scene on the carousel unfold. They watched as the surf-nazi's attempted to fight them and how the security guard broke it up. You looked over at David, seeing how he squinted his eyes. When the next scene appeared, David wore a grin as they watched the security guard be ripped up into the air. Along with his car door.

When the Emersons appeared, the boys all let out a collective groan. Apparently, none of them cared about them, and they just wanted to see their scenes. You took this as a good time to talk, and you moved in your seat so you'd be partially facing the boys.

"Convinced?" You asked them, and you watched as all of the boys tore their eyes from the screen. They were quiet for a moment, and they even paused to look at one another. Even though you were positive they couldn't be anything else, you still felt a bit nervous. Finally, after a moment, David said,

"Maybe you're not crazy." And you felt a wave of relief wash through you. Honestly, you couldn't have expected a better response from the boy. You knew not to expect an apology, at least a real one, and at least they were admitting that they had been wrong. It made you completely relax, and a large grin dawned your face. It was one of the first real smiles you had that night. Even if you'd been more relaxed at certain points of the night, you'd always had nerves at the edge of your subconscious. Always had to monitor how you acted, how you talked. Make sure that you didn't say anything that would let it slip that you weren't from this time, or this dimension. But now? You let yourself slump completely back into the couch, and let out a long, heavy sigh. You had succeeded. No ifs, ands, or buts. You went back to watching the movie, and you missed how the boys seemed to notice your sudden change.

Paul had gotten up to grab some more snacks, and everyone except David was chewing on something that wasn't a cigarette by the time the sax man came onto the screen. You couldn't help yourself. You had seen the movie and listened to the soundtrack so many times that you knew all the words, and you had to at least hum it to yourself. That lasted for about five seconds before you were singing along with him. Marko, already having decided that he didn't care very much for Michael, threw some cheesy popcorn at your phone when he blatantly stared at Star.

"Jesus, man. Creep alert." But Dwayne was quick to take the bag from him and pass it to you instead. If only for the sake of your phone. Paul dug his hand into the bag, and, around a mouthful of popcorn, he said,

"Yeah, and who is that chick anyways?" He asked, and you gave a small laugh. Mimicking her voice and tossing your hair over your shoulder you said,

"That's Star. She's the main love interest." And Paul gave a small laugh while Marko smiled. To your surprise, even Dwayne gave you a look and a small quirk of his lips. While you had been petty before, you were quickly starting to go back to- well, normal wasn't the right word. But, it was getting easier to joke with them again and to be a little less angry at them. The only one who seemed not in a joking mood was David, who was keeping his comments, surprisingly, to himself. Until, Max came onto the screen. They all let out a collective groan at the sight of their sire, and you snickered at their reaction. Though, the boys' moods quickly turned around when they saw themselves again. They watched the movie, spending most of the time making comments here or there. They decidedly didn't like the Frogs, but none of them considered them that much of a threat. You refused to tell them anything when prompted, and you almost regretted having agreed to show them the movie. Regret began to eat you up inside, and it was the main thing clouding your thoughts until Marko let out a loud,

"Ha! Star's with David!" And he leaned his head back to let out a loud cackle. Paul laughed along, and David even let a smile dawn his face when he watched how disappointed Michael became. Especially when Sam had little sympathy for his brother. Paul and Marko were quick to begin teasing the platinum blonde, and Paul even leaned over to make kissy faces at him. Completely missing the sight of the little kid, which they didn’t notice until Dwayne asked. You noticed how they seemed to enjoy the killing scene of the two surf-nazi's a little too much, and you tried not to let it make you uncomfortable when one of the boys besides you stomachs growled. It didn't take you long to guess what they really needed to eat, but none of them had made a move to eat you yet.

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

[halohamilton]

HELMUT MARKO SHUT THE FUCK UP CHALLENGE

#What the fuck man #Calm yourself #It's over move on #Lewis Hamilton #F1 #sir lewis hamilton

[robin374]

Meet the Sailor!

This is my oc for the TF2 OC Tournament, made by @tf2shipswag

Others:

He is from the Basque Country (Spain)

He has two little brothers, who are twins.

In 1937, when the bombing of Gernika happened. He was there with his family, a bomb fell near him and sent him flying far away. Sadly, his parents died but he found his brothers hidden with a family.

He became a mercenary because he was being persecuted by the Spanish army. That's why he went to Teufort.

He didn't have the opportunity to learn Spanish or English, just knows Basque.

He doesn't know how to read or write. It's funny though, just imagine him, Soldier and Scout trying to read a contract that Miss Pauling assigned them.

Demo and him want to catch the Nessie

Scout thinks he's Poseidon or smth. (He is not, Scout just saw him playing with the Trident in the water.)

He wanted to be a pirate when he was little, after watching all the sailors from his town go fishing he was enamored with the sea

He never shuts up.

He doesn't think twice, if he has to go through 15 rockets, 5 sticky traps and 37 headshots to get the Intel. He will do it.

Or he will force Scout to do it.

He knows a lot about alcohol, him and Demo often go to a bar near the base and talk the bartender's ear off about how good alcohol is. They usually challenge each other to go to the battlefield very drunk and see how many kills they can get.

He enjoys being with Medic, he was the first German that wanted him alive. Markos was used to getting a lot of insults from Spaniards and Germans for being Basque. So when he met Medic, he expected him to hate him, but when Medic started to talk to him and seek him in battle he started growing affection for him. (Platonic)

Why should you vote him?

He is a funny man with a giant fork as a weapon. What else could you ask for?

He will be a pride for the Basque people of this fandom (probably just me lmao).

I know that it's a really simple OC, but I think it matches the simplicity that TF2 has, idk.

#tf2 oc #tf2 oc tournament #tf2 #team fortress two #tf2octourney #tf2 oc art #tf2ocpropaganda

[tweetracer]

Hi ♥️♥️ would you be comfortable writing a poly or one on one (any) where one of the boys feeds on the reader during sex because they know she likes it. Feel free to ignore this if you're not okay with that ♥️

NSFW POLY!LOST BOYS x FEEDING ON FEM!S/O

The first time you suggested the boys feed from you during sex David choked on his drink and Paul did a full spit-take. Everyone turned towards you with wide eyes and exchanged confused glances.

“Kitten that’s...”

“A great idea, babe!” Marko was quick to chime in, smile sharp-toothed and eyes sparkling with mischief. He was already clambering over the couch to get to you when Dwayne grabbed him by the back of the jacket, holding him off of you with a sharp yank.

“We should discuss this first” Dwayne’s low rumble made your face grow hot, and judging by the patchy blush blooming on Marko’s cheeks he was thinking the exact same thing.

David sat on his chair, watching with an unreadable expression while the four of you sat on the couch- trying to hold a serious conversation about boundaries and safety precautions (which was growing increasingly difficult considering how far Paul’s hand was inching up your thigh).

You explained (with no small amount of blushing) that you’d been thinking about it. Something about a vampire’s ferocity and power was just.. enthralling, and just looking at those teeth made your fingers itch to reach out and touch them.

David had been quiet for a long time, listening to the discussion with lidded eyes before he finally stood- commanding the space immediately as everyone turned to look at him.

He walked slowly, heavy boots echoing in the cave as he took his time making his way to you, clearly enjoying all the attention.

David stood in front of where you sitting, criss-crossed on the couch, looming over you for a long moment before crouching to look at eye level. You held each other’s gaze, refusing to look away despite his heated stare. You always were one to playfully challenge his dominance

“One bite each, got it?”

The boys all nodded, eyes still trained on him as they waited with baited breath.

“I didn’t hear an answer.”

A chorus of ‘yes sir’ was mumbled out, Paul already leaning closer towards where your knee was slightly hanging over the edge of the cushion.

All of you remained in that moment of limbo, everyone holding back and waiting for the moment you’d be allowed to continue. David held onto that for as long as he could, forcing patience- letting everyone in the room understand who was in charge.

NSFW

David gestured for Marko to move and settled down in the center of the couch, reaching out to scratch the vamp’s head when he leaned back into David’s space for attention.

Gloved hands reached out towards you and you took them gratefully as David pulled you to straddle his lap, looking up with a lidded, hungry gaze. He licked his lips instinctively and you couldn’t stop the small whine that escaped you.

His pace was painfully slow as he gently scratched a smooth line down your sides- reveling in your involuntary shiver. His wide palm was flat against your entrance- forcing you to open your legs wider.

Fingers pressed absently at your center- massaging and dipping into you through your underwear. David hummed in appreciation at the growing wetness against his fingers, holding them out to Paul, who enclosed his mouth on the digits eagerly and without shame.

David didn’t bother to look away from you when he growled out a soft-

“Sic ‘em”

The words made your back arch slightly, motion only emphasized when you felt the slight dip of weight shifting closer as Marko sidled up to press near-chaste kisses along your neck and cheek. He was always the sweetest when it came to foreplay.

Dwayne, on your opposite side, leaned over- arm extended around the back of the couch with a low sigh, using one hand to squeeze your ass with and almost embarrassing sense of casualty.

Paul, still on the floor, slipped between David’s knees to get closer and tug up your shirt that dare impede him from being able to press kisses along your spine.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to pair off with one or two of the boys on occasion- but being together as a group never failed to make your thighs shake. Especially when you were at the center of their ministrations.

Your heartbeat thrummed loudly in your chest, breath catching when you felt David’s fingers brush delicately against your neck. Calloused hands were gentle as he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor unceremoniously.

The boys were pressing hungry kisses against your warm skin but you felt no teeth; no slight pull of skin and dizziness from their feeding.

It was then you realized.

The reason the boys weren’t already digging in

They were waiting for you.

Marko had explained it to you before- the hierarchy of feeding. It was an important ritual for vamps and while the others would playfully challenge each other for ‘rank’ meals are the one time the sacred place of dominance was never fought.

The strongest, the leader always drank first, leaving the others to wait for their permission.

Only then could they eat.

And here they were

Waiting for you.

The sentiment would’ve brought tears to your eyes if David wasn’t lifting your hips to bring yourself onto him, pulling aside your underwear and letting out a satisfied groan as you took him so easily. You whimpered, eyes screwing shut as he held your hips- letting you adapt before he started moving again.

Your breath was short and ragged as he lifted your hips in a smooth, snapping motion. Paul was still kneeling between David’s legs- leaning forwards to press his chest against your back and pressing increasingly hungry kisses to your bare shoulders.

With excitement curled tight in your abdomen you let out a whimpering breath, extending your arm outwards towards David- who gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought it to his lips.

The kisses there were cool against you skin which felt like fire to the touch. You watched, eyes lidded as he lapped at the skin- gently licking and sucking till it turned purple.

Then you felt the sharp pinprick of teeth against you arm and at your pleasured gasp, Dwayne’s hand tightened where it was pressing into your thigh. David’s hips snapped up suddenly- your moan echoing in the cave.

The feeling of cool lips pressed to your wrist made you whimper, thighs shaking. When he pulled back his lips were red, tongue darting out to lap up a stray droplet that had begun to trail your arm.

Your breath rattled in your chest as you watched him, an aroused blush creeping down your neck as Paul kneeled low; giving playful little nips across your shoulders and leaving mouth-shaped bruises all the way down.

The blonde pressed a kiss just above your hip, the tender touch followed by the sharp pinch as fangs pierced your skin. You let out another gasp, hands balled up in the lapels of David’s jacket and a moan ripping from your throat as he snapped his hips up into you again.

It was all so intoxicating- so dizzying then again that might be the blood loss and even without the now steady rhythm of David’s thrusts you would have found yourself close.

You whimpered with pleasured pain when you heard Dwayne push closer, his hard on not-so-subtly pressing against your side as his big hands reached to grab your own. He lifted it to his mouth to press a tender kiss against your palm before pulling you a closer to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

Distracted by the soft kisses and sharp pain of teeth pushing into skin you didn’t notice Paul and Marko swapping positions till Paul was suddenly next to you- leaning to claim your mouth in a kiss.

All of the bites you’ve sat through so far have been tender, they hurt, yes, but hardly more than the sting of a sewing needle.

You didn’t realize you wanted more until Marko came up behind you.

His clawed hands pushed aside your hair and his low growling rumbled in your ear. Your back arched up as David picked up his pace- chasing his end while Paul and Dwayne pressed themselves into your hands, panting and snarling as they increased their speed.

You were close to your climax, already inching towards the finish when you felt a sharp stab of pain in the back of your neck.

Unlike all the previous bites before this was deep and commanding, it held you in place and ached all the way down your spine. You couldn’t move even with David’s hips snapping hard against you.

You were at the will of the teeth in your neck...

And it felt amazing

Marko snarled, nearly feral as he held you still, rutting against your legs and moaning against your neck. Later they would swear your blood was the sweetest they’d tasted- and when David finally finished inside of you with a loud groan, you felt the world spin.

Paul and Dwayne weren’t far behind, panting hot in your ears as they jerked against your near limp hands- desperate for friction as they came, covering you in a mixture of cum and blood.

You were so so close

It was hard to hear and you doubted any of the other vamps did as they came down from their high but Marko’s breath was sharp in your ear, teeth digging in tighter as he growled out soft words only for you.

“Mine”

...

You weren’t sure if you passed out from blood loss or just because that was, undeniably, the best damn orgasm of your life but when you came to, all four vamps were hovering over you- frantic as they decided whether or not to get you to a hospital.

The world was swimming and your body was numb with pleasure as you waved them off, limbs too exhausted to do much else. Not that you would need to, Dwayne was already cleaning you off with a damp towel while Paul fiddled with bandaids, tongue sticking out as he opted to put the Spiderman one on your hip and the Wolverine on your shoulder.

It could’ve been hours or minutes before they finally settled down, handing you a bag of chips and some water for your blood sugar. They were too worried to move you from the couch to your nest so instead they opted to nestle themselves around you, looking just as satisfied as you felt.

Paul hummed from where he was squashed between you and the back of the couch cushion- long legs stretching out and dangling over the edge before mumbling-

“Thanks for dinner, doll”

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