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santanasaintmendes · 2 months ago

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g’day mate how are ya?

Part7! to The Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: new year, new you, plus your new job! and the australian gp which also comes with a few difficulties when you have a big insta following and no pr training ollie bearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

fc!: just some random photos off pinterest, all credits go to the rightful owners of the images used below

warnings: swearing, insensitive jokes, mention of being held at gunpoint, if any of these are triggering please scroll away!!

a/n: finally got the motivation to make the 7th part to the cosmic girl records also reader is 2 days younger than Ollie! Also if u get tagged by accident IM SO SORRY i swear it’s not on purpose. Also Lewis is driving for mercedes with kimi in this universe, i should probably make a post about the grid for this universe, anyways enjoy!

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unfortunatelyy/n: new year, new me AANNND NEW JOB

tagged olliebearman

olliebearman: but NOT a new man, just to be clear

unfortunatelyy/n: hey there mr jealous wanna get off my insta page maybe

olliebearman: ☹️

landonorris: i feel like you say new year new me too often and nothing changes

unfortunatelyy/n: u know just how ruin everything 😔

landonorris: that is true but you don’t have to point it out‼️

user1: bro’s just accepting it at this point 😭

user2: SHE’S BACKKKK AND BETTERR THIS TIME

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mercedesamgf1: can’t wait to see you in the garage this season 💪

unfortunatelyy/n: 💪💪

georgerussell64: Love? EWWWWWW

unfortunatelyy/n: such an anti romantic. i’m telling carmen

georgerussell64: no wait

unfortunatelyy/n: poor mr russell. screenshotted or you may know it - screen grabbing

unfortunatelyy/n: or at least that’s what old people call it

georgerussell64: you dare? you dare call ME OLD?

georgerussell64: HAVE U SEEN ALONSO (no offence mate)

fernandoalo_oficial: um offence taken?

unfortunatelyy/n: WOAH u cannot be going around roasting rookies like that george

user2: SHE KNOWS

user3: of course she knows, she’s probably the only on there that even knows how to properly use instagram

user4: the sad truth. sad but true.

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unfortunatelyy/n: very true indeed

user5: i fear that y/n is the only one who’s chronically online 😔

unfortunatelyy/n: i am, it’s such a hard life when the others don’t get it the memes i show them 😔

unfortunatelyy/n: they’re just too old

olliebearman: it’s such a struggle fr

unfortunatelyy/n: you’re old too so shush

olliebearman: I’M 19??? 19 AND LITERALLY 2 DAYS OLDER THAN U

unfortunatelyy/n: poor ollie, when i was learning subtraction and addition you were already doing multiplication and division

olliebearman: i am so confused right now

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unfortunatelyy/n: IT’S RACE WEEK + my boyfriend with his boyfriend

tagged olliebearman and kimi.antonelli

User1: uh y/n? i don’t think you can be saying stuff like that anymore

User5: i fear y/n will never be the same anymore, she is employed now 😔

user2: no filter y/n we love to see it

olliebearman: seriously?

unfortunatelyy/n: i’m such a comedian (i know ur giggling n shit) 🤭

olliebearman: I AM NOT

unfortunatelyy/n: woah so defensive and for what

mercedesamgf1: usually we only do pr training for our drivers but . . .

unfortunatelyy/n: good thing i’m not a driver then 😮‍💨

user3: SHE DID NOTTTT

kimi.antonelli: i’m gonna get you fired (can you send me the photo i want it printed out and on my dashboard for when i drive🙏)

unfortunatelyy/n: try me antonelli (yes ofc check ur dms)

olliebearman: NOW HANG ON JUST A MINUTE

unfortunatelyy/n: yes my love?

kimi.antonelli: yes my little sugarplum with caramel sauce?

olliebearman: 🤨

kimi.antonelli: 🫦

olliebearman: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

kimi.antonelli: and now a boyfriend

user4: i’m on kimi’s side. it’s not gay if it’s with the homies 🤷

olliebearman: @unfortunatelyy/n send for help 🙏

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unfortunatelyy/n: hanging out with my fav cutie patootie - oh hey ollie’s here too

tagged olliebearman and kimi.antonelli

landonorris: OOOOOHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥

unfortunatelyy/n: get out of here

landonorris: ok 😔

user1: wow she really has him at gunpoint

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kimi.antonelli: you are also my favourite cutie patootie 🤗

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

olliebearman: just break up with me already😔

unfortunatelyy/n: well who would i annoy then

olliebearman: kimi 😒

unfortunatelyy/n: IT WAS A JOKE PLS COME HOME WITH THE ITALIAN FOOD

olliebearman: NO

unfortunatelyy/n: i’m calling the police

charles_leclerc: i would appreciate it if you would stop bullying my son

charles_leclerc: and calling the police on him

unfortunatelyy/n: not unless he brings the food back

olliebearman: fine. but only because i love you 😒

kimi.antonelli: and me too

olliebearman: STOP TRYING TO RUIN MY RELATIONSHIP

kimi.antonelli: no.

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unfortunatelyy/n: just a little reminder that the aussie waves are ALWAYS OUT FOR BLOOD

user1: my anxiety looking at that second pic: 📈📈📈📈

user2: my girl’s been traumatised by the aussie waves ��

unfortunatelyy/n: she has indeed 😔

olliebearman: HAHAHAHAHHAHA

unfortunatelyy/n: i hope both sides of your pillow are warm tonight

olliebearman: GASP. how terrifyingly hilarious, still won’t beat you nearly drowning though

unfortunatelyy/n: I WAS NOT DROWNING

olliebearman: so you were just randomly yelling for help in the water while freaking out

unfortunatelyy/n: . . . i was testing your boyfriend reflexes

olliebearman: mhm sure

unfortunatelyy/n: okay the sass was unnecessary

olliebearman: 🙄💅

user5: they’re such couple goals i just feel single whenever i see their posts 😔

user6: kimi’s probably plotting his next sabotage

kimi.antonelli: 🤫

lilymhe: @unfortunatelyy/n ur so hot 😍

unfortunatelyy/n: you’re hotter 😍😍😍

alex_albon: not this again

alex_albon: i thought we moved on from this phase

unfortunatelyy/n: it’s not a phase honey, it’s a lifestyle

alex_albon: your lifestyle is stealing my girlfriend?

unfortunatelyy/n: yes 😄

alex_albon: *sigh

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unfortunatelyy/n: FIRST DAY ON THE JOB WE GOT THIS💪💪

tagged lewishamilton and kimi.antonelli

user1: did lewis dirty 😭

user2: what is going on with ollie’s hair in the bg of the third pic 😭

unfortunatelyy/n: unfortunately it’s always like that

olliebearman: HEY

lewishamilton: DELETE THIS

unfortunatelyy/n: erm no

lewishamilton: i’m gonna fire you

unfortunatelyy/n: actually u can’t do that

lewishamilton: erm actually 🤓☝️

user3: WOAH i did not know lewis was chill like that 😭😭

unfortunatelyy/n: OKAY I’M TELLING TOTO

lewishamilton: DO IT I DARE YOU

unfortunatelyy/n: done. in less than 24 hours you will be an unemployed man

mercedesamgf1: y/n . . . we can’t fire our 7 world champion 😓

unfortunatelyy/n: DANG IT

mercedesamgf1: so about that pr training. . .

unfortunatelyy/n: GOTTA GO 🏃‍♀️💨

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unfortunatelyy/n: i know we’re enemies now but maybe i can be happy for u just this once 🫶

tagged olliebearman

olliebearman: ❤️

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

landonorris: yuckyyyyyy

unfortunatelyy/n: ur yuckier

landonorris: no you are

unfortunatelyy/n: nuh uh

landonorris: yuh huh

unfortunatelyy/n: SHUT UP

landonorris: NO

unfortunatelyy/n: i’m calling ur mom

landonorris: now hang on just a second

user1: y/n’s living that wattpadd engineer x driver life

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

user2: HELP SHE LIKED THE COMMENT

oscarpiastri: congrats mate

unfortunatelyy/n: are you happy being back in your natural habitat

oscarpiastri: what.

a/n: thanks for reading! stay safe and have a good day!!

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friesian · 2 years ago

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Say it with your whole chest bro we have gay cowboys there's no shame about it call me the warriormale of cowboys

IF I SAY THIS MARWYD WILL APPEAR AT MY HOUSE AT 2 AM AND CURB STOMP ME. I SWEAR TO YOU that man has NOT had feelings for OTHER MAN in the past. anything you have heard about him doing this is a LIE!!!! (i am being held at gunpoint. this guy has had feelings for men and may also have slight feelings for a new man. i can't talk about that though. send help to my house located in the [CENSORED BY ADMIN FILTER] )

#IN THE TAGS IM SAYING IT WITH MY WHOLE CHEST. GAY COWBOYS FOREVER. IM THE WARRIORMALE OF COWBOYS.#I'LL SING IT UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME. I'LL SLAM MY CHEST UP ON THE MOUNTAINS.#if i tag marwyd in gay shit though he will haunt me. sorry.#that guy is NOT ready to come out of the closet yet. NOT YET.

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tailorsfaceandhands · 9 months ago

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Ohhh this is fun! Thanks for tagging me @boxesofmold

1. I love them both but if held at gunpoint probably Paul

2. Paul

3. Bro has issues and is kind of a control freak with perfectionism which is is just like me tbh haha (also I think I’m funny and I’m short too).

4. I try not to be insane about it but there’s definitely something that went down between them

5. Probably a tree 😭

6. Playing guitar. I already play bass and my voice isn’t amazing

7. Basic choice I know but BOTW. I swear it literally changed my life.

8. Fakin’ it (username checks out)

9. April come she will because it’s almost April and it has been on repeat lately

10. Hiking with Art. I’m shockingly bad at sports and I know nothing about baseball so I’d probably deeply offend Paul.

11. Never meet them. All I wish for is for them to be friends again tbh.

12. I reckon Paul gives bear hugs so probably that option.

13. Ok this one is genuinely tricky for me…Probably Art’s voice because I study English so I can write pretty well (I’ll never be on Paul’s level though haha)

14. This one is funny af. I’m a lesbian so I’d let them marry LMAO

15. I’m not attracted to either of them but 60s Art is definitely more ‘pretty’ while 80s Paul is more ‘hot’ (I am so sorry 😭)

16. Either would be a nightmare sorryyy

17. Paul as an English teacher so he can teach me his ways

18. I’ve always loved their music but I think I really got into the fandom when I first listened to BOTW in full.

19. Mrs Robinson

20. My parents playing their greatest hits album in the car on all road trip.

21. How insane we are. Also how niche it is.

22. Artie - Breakaway Paul - Hearts and Bones

23. Artie - I only have eyes for you Paul - Peace like a river

24. Yes but just for the meme I swear 🙄🙄🙄

25. Ok it’s a lot and it was good actually

26. It was actually very fun ❤️

27. @times-up-alone-tonight and @hunginjeet any of my other followers feel free to participate too 💞

Simon and Garfunkel Q&A

Finally a tag game for all Simon and Garfunkel fans.

Rules: Honest answers, answer everything and have fun

Paul or Art who do you like more?

Paul or Art with which one can you identify more?

Why?

Do you ship them?

What would be your role in Alice in Wonderland?

Singing or playing guitar?

What’s your favourite album?

What song of them is the firth one that comes in your head right now?

What is (currently) your favourite song of them?

Hiking with Art or baseball with Paul?

Causing that they argue and forever split up or never meet them?

Touching (and messing) Art’s hair or hugging Paul?

Getting Art’s beautiful voice or getting Paul’s talent to write songs?

Get marriage to Art/Paul or let Art and Paul marry?

Who is hotter Paul or Art?

Which one would you marry? Paul or Art

Art as math teacher or Paul as English teacher?

How did you get into the S&G fandom?

What was your firth song you heard for them?

Where and why did you heard your firths song of them?

What do you love most about the fandom?

What’s you fave solo album? (One from Artie and one from Paul)

What’s your fave of their solo songs? (One from Artie and one from Paul)

Did you ever read a fanfic of them?

If yes, which and did you liked it?

Did you like this Q&A?

(Tag at least three people)

#simon and garfunkel #s&g #paul simon #art garfunkel

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incorrect-lobby-quotes · 6 years ago

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Kitkat: Why is your back covered with scratches?

Val: *flashbacks to Quinn telling them to leave the raccoon alone*

Val: I’m having an affair.

#lobbystuck #mod dell #kitkat #val #quinn #listen #i found this #and #i wasnt given a choice #i was held at gunpoint #bro i swear

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years ago

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Too Weird to Die | The Lost Boys x Reader HCs

Plot: a monster hunter half adopts the Frog brothers and then avoids being murdered by vampires by being too weird to die. more at 8. [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count: 2,873

Warnings: murder, comedic violence, so much swearing that i'm putting it in the warnings

A/N: holy fuck i can't believe i wrote this lmaoooo. i might re-visit the concept, but for now, this is good

So all this shit starts a few years before the Emersons move to Santa Carla

You stop by the town on a visit because

Y’know

It’s a murder capital, who doesn’t stop at murder capitals for tourist reasons?

In all seriousness, you’re there because of all the suspicious murders

As a full time professional monster hunter, you know something is up, and you want to see if you can do anything about it

And you both can and can’t

At the time, you don’t find much evidence of actual monster activity

Either because the titular lost boys are taking a break from murder for the month, or because they Know Something’s Up and they want to be Careful

BUT

YOU DO FIND SOMETHING

And that something is two dipshit (affectionate) amateur vampire hunters who are just raring to get themselves murdered horribly

They followed you into an alley and threatened to stake you

It sounds bad, but keep in mind, they were like

Eleven

At the time

They were little

And they were so full of rage that you literally laughed at them for five minutes

AND YOU FELT BAD, BUT ALSO

IT WAS LIKE BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT BY PUPPIES

You just couldn’t take them seriously

However, the world you live in is a dangerous one, and those two dumbass kids were lucky that they threatened you, and not someone or something that wouldn’t have any objections to beating up literal children

So what you do is you take those little shits

And you train them up a little bit

Not enough to be actively dangerous

But enough so that they don’t get murdered

And that’s how you become the adopted older sibling to the Frog brothers

You didn’t have a choice in that, they hit you with the metaphorical adoption papers and you couldn’t do anything but go, “ok”

But you don’t mind too much

They’re you’re little bros

They’re so irritating, and if anything happened to them you’d kill everyone in santa carla and then yourself

Anyway

You leave santa carla for a bit, because, y’know, the murders stopped as soon as you got there

You’re away for a few months

And then bada bing bada boom, shit starts up again and you make your return

This time, you find the source of the problem, but you don’t realize they’re vampires for like, a solid minute

For the first few months, you genuinely think david and his gang are just

Annoying

The first time you met them, david monologued for so long that you zoned out and started focusing on their jackets

You came to the conclusion that they all had dope jackets

And then you got bored and tried to leave

Which david wasn’t crazy about

So he told the boys to grab you and, well

Long story short, Marko got punched in the face

Rip marko

After that, the boys decided they were going to eat you

Because you don’t mess with them and get away with it!

So, they follow you around santa carla for A While

And at first it’s scary, because y’know

You’re being followed

But after some time you figure they aren’t actually going to do anything

So you’re more irritated than afraid

Aaaand they don’t try anything in all of that time because for one thing, they can never seem to find you when you’re on your own

And for another, every time they approach you as a group you let out a Very Loud Groan that informs everyone nearby of your location

So killing you would be too sus

Also, you don’t tell the frogs you’re being followed

Because they would probably try to murder your stalkers?

And like

You don’t need these fuckin kids going down on attempted murder charges, they’re too young for that shit

The cat and mouse game is just between you and the boys

And it’s at a stalemate

For a While

Until they get the idea to approach you individually

David is technically the first one to try it, though that’s more of an accident than anything else

The rest of the boys are off doing their own thing when David catches sight of you

He makes his approach

All suave and cool

Annnnnnd to make another long story short, he gets pushed into the ocean.

Oops.

Paul is the next one to try it

He heard about you pushing david into the ocean and he went :0

Like, that legitimately kind of sounds like a good time to him

Also, he kind of wants you dead!

But they all do, so

Anyway

He makes his approach

And you see him coming

And you just so happen to be drinking out of a glass bottle, so you chug the rest of your drink and shatter the bottom of the bottle in the minute it takes him to get to you

In retaliation, and also because breaking glass bottles is now a dick measuring contest

He picks up a bottle and tries to shatter it

It Does Not Go Well

Poor thing gets glass everywhere and like

You can’t help but laugh at him

AND AGAIN, YOU FEEL BAD

ESPECIALLY WHEN HE POUTS A LITTLE BIT, LIKE A KICKED PUPPY

AND YOU FEEL LIKE YOU KICKED A PUPPY

So you walk over and you go

“Ok, if you promise not to stab me, I’ll show you how to break a glass bottle properly.”

And like

He already knows how to break a glass bottle

He just fucked it up that time

But he lets you teach him anyway

And it’s totally to earn your trust so he can eat you

It absolutely doesn’t have anything to do with the way he really likes the sound of your laugh

Nope

Not at all

He gets back to the cave later, and he successfully spoke to you, but he didn’t successfully kill you, so everyone’s kinda pissed at him except for star and laddie

And david’s pissed that paul didn’t get thrown into the ocean, but oh well

The next boy to approach you is dwayne

And honestly, he doesn’t really approach you with intent

It just kind of happens

But when it does, he also doesn’t get thrown into the ocean

He encounters you in a bookstore on the boardwalk

And at first you don’t notice him

You’re too busy reading something that looks like a bodice ripper, but it has tentacles on the cover????

And even if he had thought of picking you up and carrying you off somewhere to kill you, he gets way too fucking distracted by that thing

Eventually you notice him standing there and you just

Throw the book

You yeet it off behind you and you go

“OH, HI, HELLO, HOW ARE YOU? IT’S DWAYNE, RIGHT? NICE JACKET, YOU AREN’T WEARING A SHIRT, OKAY, BYE.”

And then you go to fucking run out of the store

Because jesus christ, your one night without the frogs for you to partake in your Adult Life and one of the fucking BIKE BOYS shows up

FUCK

Anyway, dwayne manages to grab you before you can leave

And he doesn’t get punched unlike poor marko

No, you’re too embarrassed for that

And it only gets worse for you when dwayne starts asking questions

You answer

Because you have no idea what else you can do

And this motherfucker seems to be getting a kick out of your discomfort

He’s got this SMIRK on his face

Like he likes watching you squirm

Like he thinks it’s cute (he does)

You hate it

You like it

After what feels like an eternity of questioning, he does take pity on you

He buys you a drink and, instead of murdering you, he answers your questions

And you get close to figuring out that he’s a vampire

But not quite :/

Oh well

Dwayne goes back to the cave, and everyone is like, “jfc, why is this little shit so unkillable?”

No one has answers, but dwayne does have a weird lump in his jacket pocket, and when he checks to see what it is, he sees the very tip of a tentacle before he SHOVES THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM WITH 0 MERCY

He has no fucking clue how you got that book onto his person without him noticing

But he respects it

Anyway, they send marko after you next

Because you punched him, and he hates you

Don’t worry about it too much though, because his opinion changes in like

Ten minutes

He follows you into like

A thrift store

And once you realize you’re being followed you go, “oh hey, it’s you, with the cool jacket, sorry i punched you that one time, but to be fair, you did grab me, so”

And then you hand him a little bag of cool buttons that you found on a shelf

And you say, with a very sweet and genuine smile

“These match your jacket!”

And all he can think is,

“Oh, so that’s why you’re still alive, okay”

Needless to say, he returns home having not murdered you, and david is Unamused

You wounded his pride and punched his friend, he Does Not Like you

And then one night you run into him outside of the video store

And he already looks grumpy

But then he sees you, and it just gets worse

Ironically

He tells you to buzz off that time

Which you don’t fucking do, because this bitch and his friends stalked you for A Time

And even though you’ve made friends with most of your stalkers, you’re still not gonna let this one go

And that’s like

Literally what you tell him

It makes him roll his eyes and fantasize about pushing you into the ocean

But then you go quiet

And for a few minutes, the two of you just

Stand outside of the video store, leaning against the wall together

In the middle of the noise and excitement of the boardwalk, the two of you are calm and quiet

And then you go

“Hey, do you ever realize that you have free will, and if you wanted to, you could just throw eggs at your fridge?”

And he goes

“Why the fuck would anyone want to do that”

To which you respond

“To test out their free will.”

You bounce off the wall and hold a hand out to him

“Come on.”

He asks where you’re going and you just

Look at him

With the most devilish smile that vampire has ever seen

And you go

“To get some eggs.”

And while you’re doing that, you learn that david is so grumpy because his father (he does air quotes when he says the word father) is being very very unreasonable and also possibly indulging in mild child endangerment

And like

David isn’t a kid, but it’s still endangering family

And that pisses you off

So as you’re leaving the boardwalk’s convenience store

You basically say

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I’ll totally kill that guy for you”

And to his own surprise, David finds himself saying no

Because if you tried to murder max, you would die- or at least he thinks you would

And oddly enough, he doesn’t want that for you

And he, too, realizes why no one’s killed you yet

And then you just cement it by grabbing the eggs and going, “Come on, let’s test our free will”

Is it immature to throw eggs at the video store?

Absolutely

But fuck it, you have free will

Or maybe you’ve just been hanging around the frogs too much

SPEAKING OF WHICH

IT MIGHT BE IMPORTANT TO MENTION

THAT THIS WHOLE TIME

You’ve been going back to the frog brothers’ comic book store every night

Just to check on them, make sure they aren’t dead

Bc, y’know, santa carla, murder capital

And every time you come into the store after an encounter with one of the Boys, you have this weird smile on your face

Of course, they think it might be vampires.

And after you come back from the video store, they bring this up with you

One of them has a stake in his hand, and they go

“You’ve been weird lately, and we think it’s vampires. Do you want us to kill the vampires for you? Because it sounds like they suck, and we’ll totally kill those vampires for you”

So clearly, threatening violence is how all frogs, adopted or otherwise, express their love

Anyway, you just go

“Jesus christ, you know there’s more out there than just vampires, right? Also, no, I’m not being weird because of vampires, I’m being weird because I found charming people in santa carla of all places. Imagine that.”

And then the next week you find out the boys are vampires

You stop by the cave, and at this point they’ve given up on eating you, but it’s just so clear, and you are

Filled With Regret

In part because Holy Shit Your Brothers Were Right

But also because you’re probably going to have to kill the boys??

And oddly enough

You Don’t Want To Kill The Boys???

They went from stalkers to sweethearts and you’re mad about it

So of course, upon figuring it out

(they don’t tell you, by the way, you figure it out thanks to the smell of death, the sharp teeth, the Single Bed for four men, a little boy, and poor fucking star, and the poorly hidden dead body in their cave)

Anyway, upon figuring it out

You take the most rational route:

You get marko in a chokehold and hold a stake to his chest

Poor marko, he always gets the short end of the stick

Anyway

The boys all lose their shit

Which is

Fair

To them it looks like you pulled of their plan- you charmed them, and now you’re going to kill them, or at least try to

But before they can, y’know, rip your head off of your shoulders

You go

“WAIT! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, here’s the thing. I! Don’t want to kill Marko! And hey, I’ve lived this long, so I assume you don’t want to kill me. So, let’s make a deal. We don’t kill each other, and everyone lives. Sound good?”

Once they agree, you let marko go

And y’know what, because i think he deserves it

He punches you

And you can’t even be mad at that, you just threatened his life

But alas, that’s not where it ends

Because you’ve got a clause to add to your little agreement

“Wait,” you say, mildly out of breath from the punching, “You can’t kill me, and I’ve got two little brothers you can’t kill either. Their parents run that comic book store, the one on the boardwalk? And they’re off limits.”

The boys sigh and nod, but jesus christ do you have more to say

“They also might try to kill you? You don’t have to worry about it or anything, they’re like, twelve.”

The boys are not twelve at this point, but that’s how old they’re going to be to you forever

You’re never going to be able to see them as anything other than actual babies because that’s how siblings work

Anyway, you continue

“I’m working on getting them to be less murder-y, but they are very blood thirsty for their age. I’m sure you can relate.”

Yeahhhh, no one laughs at that joke but you

But it’s okay

The agreement is made

You and the frog brothers are off limits in terms of murder

And you Don’t to tell the frogs about this because they would Attempt To Murder Your Vampires, and that’s not what you want

And in the same vein

The boys don’t breathe a word of this to max

Because he would order them to turn you and your brothers

Or worse!

He would order them to kill you and your brothers

And they Do Not Want that

AND IN A SIMILAR YET DIFFERENT VEIN

THEY CANNOT LEAVE YOU ALONE AROUND MAX

IN FACT, I DON’T THINK THEY EVER TELL YOU THAT HE’S THEIR SIRE

You just think he’s david’s dad, and you don’t ask questions, because they don’t answer your questions, because if you knew what kind of power max had over them, and how easy it would be to abuse that power, you would try to kill max

Because murder is the love language of the frogs.

Anyway, they’re pretty sure that you would get yourself killed if you tried to fight max

And you’re 100% sure that the frogs would get themselves killed if they tried to fight the boys

That or they might actually hurt one of the boys

You did train them a bit, so they aren’t totally incompetent

And the whole thing is just a messy web

It’s an endless game where the only goal is to try and keep the people you care about from killing each other while the people you care about try to keep you from killing the people they hate

It’s

Complicated

But hey, when you practice delinquency with your boys

Any of your boys

That shit’s fuckin worth it

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb marko x reader #the lost boys drabble #is it a drabble at this point???#it's more me writing what could be a multichapter fic in a way that keeps my attention lord help me #anyway yeah #x reader

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gordonradiotv · 5 years ago

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I just binged through this entire blog in a day and I want to say that everything you've done here is Fantastic and I am looking forward to quite literally anything else you putout here. BUT GOD has the talk of Bubby being voidfished and Forgetting and the fact that there doesn't HAVE to be a happy ending here has both made be Extremely Scared for the characters and Even More Invested in the plot going on and I just wanted to say thank you for making all of this. It's lovely and so much fun

{ SEE THATS WHERE YOU’RE WRONG. I’ve said before this blog is gonna have a happy ending bc I DESPISE unhappy endings and I refuse to write one even if you held me at gunpoint. Everythings gonna be okay I swear HKJFKJSDHF

AND THANK YOU!!! THAT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME BRO FDJSFHSDKJFH }

#ooc #Anonymous

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complicatedandstained · 5 years ago

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The Other Day at Hot Topic: Destiny, My Dude

The dust has barely settled between Roxas and Vanitas before business starts to pick up and for the first time all day, the unlikely duo find themselves confronted with a hoard of holiday shoppers.

It’s not long before they have barricaded themselves behind the register, side-by-side, juggling purchases from overenthusiastic nerds, under-enthusiastic goths, parents who just want a gift card so they can GTFO, and middle schoolers who can’t seem to grasp that Roxas and Vanitas can hear the kiddos rating them on their Hot Topic Scale of Hotness.

It’s a conversation which makes Roxas wince and grin in equal measure, trying to hold in laughter, as Vanitas helps the one that had said he was ‘trying too hard’ check out her items with all the warmth and personality of a GPS navigator.

When the last of the shoppers has left the store, Vanitas groans and slumps forward, arms crossing and rings clattering against the countertop. “Thank the Lord.”

Roxas sweeps a hand through his bangs and laughs, a relieved and airy thing. “Yeah… I think that’s the most people I’ve seen in here since I started.”

Vanitas rolls over, his back against the countertop, and covers his eyes with his arms. “And all those fricking children. I thought I’d have to beat them off of you with a mannequin arm.” He shifts his arms slightly to better level Roxas with an accusing glare.

“Whoa. Me?” Roxas steps back, a hand lifting to cover his heart. “You must not have heard them right.” He tries to keep his tone serious but can’t smother another smile. “Your brooding score was double mine.”

“Ah,” Vanitas shifts his arms back over his eyes, “shut up, Thirteen.”

Once again it seems that as much as Vanitas likes to throw shade, he doesn’t like to stand in it.

Roxas paces toward the trashcan to throw out a forgotten receipt, but continues over his shoulder, “You’re just salty we didn’t hear what they superscored you.”

“I’m salty,” Vanitas corrects, and it’s obviously not a word he’s fond of, “I had to be nice to them because, as much as you might enjoy the experience, I don’t want Axel to chew me up and spit me out.” He removes his arms, revealing a cringe, and narrows his eyes at Roxas, “I swear to God, the next person that tries to come in here, I’m going to bite their face off.”

Roxas doesn’t have time to try to suss out what this chewing and spitting comment means, before his thoughts are interrupted. “Shh…” he cautions, as Vanitas opens his mouth again, “I think someone is coming.” Roxas can hear humming and the rustle of displays being jostled off near the front.

Vanitas groans but pushes off the counter and rises to his full height. “Welcome to Hot Topic,” he greets with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, though their guest is not yet in sight. “Thanks for stopping by! What brings you in today and how may I be of assistance?”

Vanitas has the customer service voice of someone being held at gunpoint, but Roxas supposes it’s marginally better than Vanitas cussing people out or making unwanted comments about their sex lives.

“Uh, what?”

Roxas feels like he’s heard that disgruntled squawk before. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Demyx’s pompadour mohawk rises above the aisle displays, and then he’s peeking out, eyes wide, the stretch of his mouth skeptical. “You feeling okay, Vani? You’re sounding awfully... pleasant.”

“Oh,” Vanitas bats his hand as if to shoo Demyx off, cheer deflating from his voice, “it’s just you. Aren’t you off today? What do you want?”

Demyx smiles, waggles his eyebrows, tosses back his head, and, as he maneuvers through the aisles, starts to sing, “Hello, darkness, my old friend.” He’s not strumming on a ukulele, but he may as well be.

Vanitas groans, burying his head in his arms on the countertop once more, like maybe it will make Demyx go away. “Not this again.”

Demyx appears in full view and stretches out his arms, displaying a cropped, cut off ‘Take It Easy’ ‘Life is Good’ tank top above a flat stomach and ripped skinny jeans, slung low enough to reveal the edges of his boxers, despite the plaid shirt tied unevenly around his narrow waist. It’s a notable, but not, in Roxas’ opinion, unwelcome, departure from the unicorn sweater Roxas had last seen him in. The closer he gets, the more the air smells like burnt sand and coconut sunscreen.

“I've come to talk with you again.”

Vanitas scrunches his hair in his hand and, lifting his head slightly, his eyes flit to Roxas. “What did I do to deserve this torment?” “I can think of a few things,” Roxas quips before his better judgement can stop him.

Vanitas presses a palm to Roxas’ chest without looking, pushing him a step off, but his glare returns to the approaching Demyx.

“Because a vision softly creeping,” Demyx’s voice dips lower, and his steps are light enough to make Roxas wonder if the aspiring rockstar hadn’t had a few ballet classes back in the day. “Left its seeds while I was sleeping…”

“And by that you mean Axel texted you?” Vanitas calls, entirely disrespectful of Demyx’s lyrical momentum.

That Demyx’s visit isn’t random hadn’t occurred to Roxas. No one had exactly praised Demyx for his reliability and work ethic, but it does seem like he and Axel are close enough to merit a personal favor.

Had Axel tried to stop Vanitas from targeting me by sending in a bigger target?

Demyx smile widens, but he’s not thrown off. He pauses just in front of the checkout lane, posture sure, the smell of the beach clinging to him stronger than ever.

“And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains.

Within the sound—of silence.”

A chill creeps up Roxas’ spine, listening to the soft lyrics laid bare, resonating in the empty store, entirely eclipsing and yet enhanced by the roaring background music. It’s not even that Demyx has the most incredible voice, so much as that he’s experienced enough to know how to really use it.

Vanitas looks less appreciative. He glances around like he’s looking for something to chuck at the man singing to him.

“In restless dreams, I walked alone—!” Demyx breaks with tradition to belt, one arm outstretched grandly as he advances, just a few paces away from the register.

“Boo.” Vanitas flings a Pokeball chapstick at Demyx’s jaw.

Demyx’s arms quickly rise in defense. “Ouch,” he whines. “Not the face, Vani…!”

Trying not to laugh, Roxas steps forward to ensure Demyx is alright, but he must be, because Demyx steps up to the register and lobs the chapstick back toward Vanitas’ chest.

“Vanitas used ‘Quick Attack,’” Vanitas observes sourly, as the Pokeball hits the ground and rolls away. “It was not very effective.”

“You don’t like it?” Demyx pauses in his singing to reassess. His hip juts out in challenge, and there’s a bit of a pout to his lip.

Vanitas’ sigh is heavy, but he shifts into a pointed smirk. “It’s not that I didn’t like it. I just didn’t think you knew what the sound of silence was.”

Demyx scoffs, decidedly offended. “Simon and Garfunkel, bro. It’s a classic. I picked it just for you.”

Roxas chuckles, a thousand percent sure that’s not what Vanitas meant, and earns a knowing side eye in response, before Vanitas returns to Demyx, “Yeah, well, serenade Roxas next time.”

“It’s one of Xigbar’s favorites,” Demyx continues, running with his own thoughts, as if Vanitas hasn’t spoken. “He likes the old stuff, asks me to play it all the time.”

Roxas recalls the large, intimidating man from the “training video” Aqua had shown him. Xigbar had been all over Demyx: standing too close, smiling too wide, pulling Demyx off camera to (most likely) make out. On one hand, his muscle mass and massive scar were inarguably terrifying. On the other hand, Xigbar’d been in the video drinking tea with Luxord and is apparently dating Demyx, which means he’s probably some kind of huge teddy bear. Right?

Yeah, no.

The wolfish smile he’d fixed Demyx throughout the video hadn’t exactly given Roxas teddy vibes. Xigbar’s confidence and cockiness had struck a harsh, uncomfortable contrast against Demyx’s playful naivete. Roxas can’t help but think Demyx has to be either totally stupid or totally fearless.

But, if Demyx is happy…

Vanitas leans forward, elbows on the counter, chin in his hands. His brows rise, as if perplexed, though he continues to smile. “He’s asking you to ‘shut it’ all the time, then.”

Roxas is somehow both pissed off and relieved to see that apparently Vanitas likes to give everyone shit about their love lives with very little background knowledge.

“Well,” Demyx tilts his head as if realizing this is a very real possibility before he shrugs, “he should be more specific.” Roxas chokes down another laugh, and Demyx turns his sights toward him, as if just noticing him, waving a small black bag. “Hey! Roxas! I brought you a surprise!”

“Please don’t let it be another song,” Vanitas mutters, nonetheless pushing off the counter and following Roxas out from behind it and up to Demyx.

Demyx proceeds to open a black drawstring bag, printed with a white, boxy, professional looking font reading “The Organization.” Small, metallic silver chains twine the letters and beside them what must be the band’s logo is printed all in white. The image—a cross with three points, curving into two tails at the bottom, like a crucifix impaling a heart, sends a slight chill up Roxas’ spine.

Roxas pushes the thought away. “This is stuff for your band?”

Demyx nods enthusiastically, tilting the bag to show it off to both of them. “You like? Xigbar and Axel re-did the font and logo a couple months ago and they killed it.”

“Uh, yeah… Looks great…” Roxas is saved from having to elaborate, as Demyx begins listing off items he pulls from the bag, handing them off to Roxas.

First, comes a demo CD with the same white logo emblazoned across the cover above the band name in the same font. Next, a t-shirt with the band name across the breast pocket, size small, Demyx assures him, “for obvious reasons.” Then, in quick succession, come a couple handfuls of stickers, something that looks like a tentative performance schedule, and finally, a slouchy black beanie with the logo stitched into the rim.

The last of which, Demyx opts to cap Roxas’ head with immediately, smushing his hair and leaving loose gold spikes sticking out at random. He’s talking all the while, “I invited Xigbar to come and meet you, actually. He can always tell who’s going to be a good fit with the band, but…” Demyx sticks out his tongue, focusing instead on fixing the back of the hat, as Roxas’ adjusts his hipster glasses.

Roxas is not exactly upset at missing this intro opportunity. “Oh, uh, that’s okay. I’m sure he’s busy…”

Vanitas snorts. He’s turned around, pretending to be busy organizing a register display.

“Oh, nah,” Demyx buries his nose in the bag again to ensure he hasn’t missed anything, “tattoo parlor was dead, he just didn’t want to come.”

Roxas blinks, uncertain what to make of this. Demyx laughs and then Vanitas does, harder.

Vanitas tilts his head to look at Roxas, his arms full and his head crowned. Vanitas’ expression seems both horrified and taunting. “Well, aren’t you a picture?”

Roxas glares back before checking himself and turning to offer Demyx a maybe slightly overwhelmed smile. “Thank you, man, but you didn’t have to go to all this trouble...”

Demyx waves the thanks away and snaps his fingers. “Yeah! A picture! We need a pic of our newest Organization groupie for the Instagram. Gotta give the fans what they want.”

Roxas smile turns wry. So that’s why he went to all this trouble.

Demyx pulls his phone from his back pocket. Roxas notes its case is plastered with band and beer stickers, as Demyx angles the camera toward him. “Smile pretty, Rox.”

Roxas thoughtlessly obeys as the camera flashes.

Demyx flicks through the photos with a thumb and nods, “Awesome, awesome.” He glances up. “What’s your Insta handle, bro?”

“Oh, gees,” Roxas bites the inside of his cheek in thought. “Haven’t used it much since high school. I think it’s either a-nobody-named-roxas or roxas-thats-a-stick.”

“Ugh.” Demyx full out grimaces, clearly not impressed with High School Roxas’ sense of humor. “Dude, if you join the band, we’re changing that.” He glances down again, tapping, swiping, “Ah! Here we go. Oh,” he breaks into a goofy grin, “look how freaking cute you were…” Demyx tilts his phone, elbowing Vanitas to look, which he doesn’t. “Skateboarding, karate, rock concert, emo selfie, emo selfie, more skateboarding... Oh, what?” His smile disappears, and Roxas shifts forward, to look at his saved photos upside down. “Whoa, that’s trippy.”

Demyx has up a photo of Sora balanced on Roxas’ shoulders, standing on the beach, the sun in their eyes, dripping with sweat, muscles straining, teeth grit around bubbles of laughter, desperately trying to stretch the few more inches needed to reach a low hanging paopu fruit, so that Sora could woo his crush of the week.

“There’s two of you!” Demyx continues. “You have a clone!”

Vanitas stiffens and stops pretending to be straightening anything to lean in and examine the screen, “It’s called a ‘twin,’ genius.” He turns away, rubbing between his eyes like Demyx’s very presence is giving him a migraine. “I have one, too.”

“Actually, that’s my little brother, Sora.” Roxas taps the screen and Sora’s handle @sora-the-explorer appears.

Demyx scrolls further down. “Man, Sora’s in half of these. He’s a selfie king.”

“Yeah, well.” Roxas would be more embarrassed by this information if Sora hadn’t been the one to make him download the app and force him to start uploading photos in the first place. “He means well. He likes to ‘share the fun’ with all our friends, so they don’t, you know, miss out.”

The small, derisive noise that leaves Vanitas’ throat makes Roxas grit his teeth. Yeah, Sora’s a huge cheeseball, but he’s also a downright amazing person.

“Wait, what’s this…” Demyx is well into Sora’s photos by now. “Roxie’s tenth grade piano recital?”

Vanitas and Roxas’ objections overlap, but Demyx is already pressing play. A familiar melody springs to Roxas’ ears. He did better than he remembers, though one discordant mistake still makes his fingers twitch.

“What was with your ‘I don’t play anything’ nonsense, Roxie? You’ve been holding out on me, man!” Demyx jabs a finger in Roxas’ chest. “You play the keys damn well.”

Roxas huffs, glancing down at his chipping nail polish, which had always made his instructor cringe. “It’s not exactly my most badass quality.” He glances back up, mouth twitching. “Besides, I didn’t think you’d want a classical pianist for your rock band.”

“Didn’t think we’d want a…” Demyx echoes, fading off, patting Roxas’ shoulder dismissively. “Well, if it was good enough for “Bohemian Rhapsody,” Roxas!”

Roxas laughs, as Demyx cups his face in both hands, expression growing serious. “The Organization has been looking for someone to play the keys since for-ever! This is destiny, my dude.” Roxas’ brain skips like a scratched-up CD. “I mean… I hadn’t ever really thought about…” Roxas mumbles, frowning.

This obviously means a lot to Demyx and he doesn’t want to get on the wrong side of Demyx and his friends off this fast. Especially not after this morning with Vanitas. And, it could be fun. Roxas has never been in a band before.

But he hasn’t played in ages… and the idea of singing in front of a crowd makes him kind of want to lock himself in the Hot Topic fitting room and barricade the door. He was never as good at either thing as he’d wanted to be. Not to mention, he’s only in town for break.

But it’s not exactly far, and some of their shows are bound to be on the mainland… and…Axel’s in the band… and… and…

“I just… I don’t know…Can I have some time to think about it?”

Demyx swats Roxas’ shoulder again unconcerned. “All good, little man. Think about it! Talk to Axel. Come to our practice tomorrow night. I’ll send you the deets. I know you’ll love it.” Demyx is already back to tapping at his phone like it’s a done deal.

“A-a-a-a-nd you’re tagged.”

Roxas has already nearly forgotten about the photo Demyx had just snapped of him. “What?”

#kingdom hearts #roxas #vanitas #demyx #axel #xigbar #akuroku #xigdem #organization xiii #the other day at hot topic #my writing

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gumnut-logic · 5 years ago

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Dirt (Part Six)

From here.

Lots of happening in this, bear with me for the necessary plot solutions (sooo hard to write, my goodness, hurts the brain). More emotive stuff in Part Seven to come ::hugs you all:: Many thanks to @vegetacide for reading and fielding my wibblies :D

-o-o-o-

John Tracy knew how to swear extensively in thirty-two different languages.

None of them were vile enough.

Who were these people? His fingers danced across searches, bringing up political situations, cross-referencing intel. The uniforms were legitimate, but the actions were not.

His brothers’ vital signs danced holographically in the corner of his eye. Alan was unconscious and well into hypovolemia, Virgil was showing signs of internal bleeding and Gordon had a hole in his shoulder.

Scott’s pulse rate was going for the record.

Colonel Casey was inbound, but John was not inclined to put all his trust in the GDF, godmother or not.

“John, I need detail.”

John shunted everything he had to Thunderbird Shadow. Their security officer was livid...of the calm and killing kind.

Lady Penelope was not far behind in mood or ETA. Several sharp and nasty communiques had flown back and forth between the American Embassy and FAB1, Penelope’s lilting tones cutting like knives.

Pink flashed and he automatically linked Penny in. “John, I have an identity. These are not genuine military, but a faction taking advantage of the disaster situation. I have spoken to their president and he claims the man at the centre of this is one Joshua Kasdan, a thug disguised as an extremist. I’ve found no connections to the Hood, but I suspect a copycat in any case. What is good for the goose, is good for the gander, if you get my meaning. He seeks power and influence and will do anything to get it. The Thunderbirds and your brothers stand for both.” She paused, composing herself just a little. “He has a bloodthirsty record, John. I feel negotiation will not give us the result we need.”

He silently agreed as that record scrolled past his eyes.

His eyes tracked back to the holographic tableau, head tilting in thought. It was like a game, pieces laid out on a board.

John’s shoulders shifted and his eyes narrowed.

Okay, you bastard.

Let’s play.

-o-o-o-

Gordon shoved away the hands that yanked him from the hole, his eyes grabbing for information on his brothers. Scott was pale, eyes staring at a limp Virgil strung between two of the assholes. His brother’s pain as they had forced him through the opening...

His eyes landed on Alan, crumpled in the dust.

His feet skidded in the dirt as he landed beside his little brother. One of the men grabbed at him, but Gordon shoved him off.

Whispered. “Allie?”

“Gords?” It was a rasp. So much meaning in one word.

“Hey there.” Gordon ran a vitals check and found exactly what he expected. Alan needed a hospital asap. “You hang in there, okay, bro?”

“Hang-ing.” Blue eyes blinked up at him. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.” It was a lie. He had a hole in his shoulder that hurt like hell and he was in need of a hospital almost as much as Alan.

Virgil cried out and Gordon’s head shot up to find the asshole next to Scott prodding Virgil’s ribcage. A blur of motion as Scott rounded on the guy and sunk his fist into his face.

Gordon shot to his feet, ready to move, but it was over before it had begun. The two men holding Virgil dropped him, the engineer falling with a whimper and a groan, and grabbed Scott.

A gun nudged Gordon under his chin. A hand wrapped around his bicep and the intent was clear.

Alan was trying to sit up.

“Stay down, Alan.”

“But, Virgil-“

“Down!”

-o-o-o-

It was only stubbornness keeping Virgil conscious. Breathing hurt. God, it hurt. Something had shifted in his chest and was screaming at him. Another something was broken in his left shoulder. His medical training listed possibilities, but his comprehension was poor.

And they kept hurting him.

Why?

God, why?

When Scott rounded on the source of Virgil’s misery, his only thought was blessed relief as he fell. Contradictory thoughts soon followed involving worry for Scott, but it was all blanked out as his body whited out when hit the dirt.

He lost everything for a moment, there was only pain, but comprehension returned to find his big brother being hit repeatedly, “Sc-t!”

A foot was spared for him and he screamed.

So much screaming.

He curled up, desperate to protect himself.

Scott gasped as each punch hit home.

And the world began to roar.

A familiar roar.

His girl. His girl.

He opened his eyes to find his ‘bird airborne and moving in their direction.

She was beautiful.

So beautiful.

-o-o-o-

It was worth it.

The bastard spat out a tooth and no small amount of blood and Scott felt the tiniest of triumphs. His attention had moved from Virgil to Scott.

Objective achieved.

“You’ll regret that.”

Probably, but it was worth it. The two assholes who had held his brother wrenched Scott’s arms behind his back, exposing his belly for what he knew was coming.

He tensed his abdomen.

The fist hurt just as much as he expected.

And again.

Again.

The kick in his shin was a little unexpected and he stumbled.

But at least the bastard wasn’t hurting Virgil anymore.

Thunderbird Two fired up.

The man’s attention was drawn to the massive cargo ship and Scott took a moment to gather his strength.

John. Brains? Probably John. This was it.

TB2 roared, her VTOL launching her into a low hover.

“What are you doing?!”

Scott pinned him with his eyes. “Not a thing.”

“Hold him.” But there was only so much the man could do as Thunderbird Two turned towards them and accelerated. Four hundred and six tons of green and angry machine barrelled onto the site with the intent to mow down everything in her way.

“Hold him!”

The asshole pulled a gun, but there was only so much steel in his henchmen.

Cahelium is stronger than steel.

Thunderbird Two swooped low towards the soldiers and the two men holding him cut their losses and ran. Scott took a step towards their tormentor, but the gun was still sure in his hand. “Stay where you are.”

To Scott’s right, the Pod suddenly came to life, its dirt-covered claws charging in their direction.

Men scattered.

The air began to vibrate, Two’s VTOL heating the atmosphere as she loomed.

But the bastard held his ground, the gun still aimed at Scott.

Several of the men shot at Two, but her hull deflected the attack. One man went down, victim of a ricochet.

Two grew as massive as she was and those still standing ran.

“STOP!” The gun barrel was rammed into Scott’s left nostril as the man grabbed him. “Stop, or he dies!”

-o-o-o-

Gordon’s priority was Alan.

He threw himself backwards, causing the man behind him to lose his balance. A sharp turn and Gordon dug his foot in the man’s face.

Three others dove for him and Gordon was hard put to keep them at bay. One pulled a gun and the aquanaut sent it flying, but the other two pulled theirs and he knew he had lost. “Okay, guys, let’s keep this calm-“

A sudden blast of hot air, a hiss of familiar engines and his sister leapt out of hazy air, fury in her expression. The two men didn’t stand a chance as she whipped around and almost decapitated them with her feet on the way down.

Gordon’s fist was then free to remove the remaining problem from the equation.

“Tin.” His voice was hoarse. “Glad you could join us.”

Her green eyes fixed on him, only spinning to punch another soldier on approach.

“STOP!” The man’s commanding voice was heard even above the roar of Thunderbird Two as he grabbed Scott and shoved his gun in their brother’s face. “Stop, or he dies!”

Two stopped where she was, but didn’t land.

Tin took a step towards her eldest brother.

The gun cocked.

-o-o-o-

It was as if a scene on the holovid was playing for him. People running, The approach of his beloved green ‘bird, her roar in his bones.

Scott held at gunpoint.

Scott.

His big brother.

A gun in his face.

Virgil stared at him, the man’s fury so evident, Virgil was surprised the gun barrel hadn’t melted.

“And if this one’s death isn’t enough to convince you, I can easily fill his brother full of holes for extra entertainment.” He gestured at Virgil.

Scott held at gunpoint.

“What do you want?”

Virgil blinked. That was Kayo’s voice. When did she arrive? His thoughts were sluggish and he was finding it hard to connect things together.

The gunman was gesturing again, yelling something about Virgil’s ‘bird. He was staring somewhere off to the right.

Scott’s eyes flickered worriedly in Virgil’s direction for just a split second before once again narrowing in on his assailant.

Thunderbird Two was hovering behind them.

His beautiful ‘bird.

Virgil blinked again.

He was slumped on his left side, moving hurt like hell and it was slow.

Another blink and he reached for his remote. Breath hissed out between his teeth.

A flick of his fingers...they were shaking, god, they were shaking. Concentrate. Scott, the controls and his ‘bird all blurred a moment.

He clenched his jaw.

Focus.

A flick of his fingers and he deployed Two’s forward grapple cannon. Targeting.

Green.

Slow blink.

Green.

Fire.

-o-o-o-

Part Seven

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #John Tracy

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softdreamyhours · 6 years ago

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dangerous | W.Yukhei.

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: mafiamember!lucas x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: swearing and mentions of violence and death

request: yes?

authors note: i love badboy!aus with my whole heart and who do you want to see next? bc i want to try and write one of these for each member maybe.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this but honestly you couldn’t care less at this moment in time. You are on your way to the convenience store down the road from your apartment because your boyfriend hadn’t shown up for dinner like he said he would. When you woke up this morning your boyfriend was on his way out of the house already but he had promised that he would be back for dinner and that he would bring takeout from your favorite restaurant. However you had given up on his promise when the clock struck one am.

While you were browsing the aisles for something to feed your starving stomach you realize that you had forgotten to let Yukhei know where you were going, your stomach drops slightly at the realization but you push your nervousness aside because you are literally just a few steps away from your apartment block.

Your boyfriend Yukhei, also known as Lucas, is in a gang and he can be put in very dangerous situations, and because of his position in the gang his loved ones can also be put in very dangerous situations. That’s why when you and Yukhei’s relationship began getting pretty serious he made you promise to always text him before you went out anywhere just so that he or one of his gang members could keep an eye on you. They never actually followed you around but there is always at least one member in every part of the town, because they seem to do business everywhere, and they would just keep an eye out and investigate if they heard anything out of the ordinary. You didn’t like the idea at all at first but one day you came into contact with a guy from a rival gang and it was pretty scary to say the least, so now whenever you went anywhere you made sure to let your boyfriend know.

You decide that it’s a good idea to make your trip quick and get home as soon as possible, you grab some food off of the shelf in front of you and turn to make your way the cash register.

“Well look who we have here,” you hear someone growl.

You lift your eyes off of the floor and see three men you have never seen before standing in front of you, one is very tall, one has blonde hair and the other is covered in tattoos, they look extremely intimidating. All three of them have their arms crossed over their chests and smirks on their faces.

“Uh, do I know you?” You ask the men not really in the mood to be held up by some guys who ultimately just want your number.

“Probably not,” the tall one chuckles dryly, “but we know you Ms y/n.”

When you hear him say your name you start to become wary, are they some creepy stalkers or some weirdo’s who have been following you on Instagram and want to talk to you in person. However you are feeling strangely brave tonight mainly because you are angry at your boyfriend for ditching your plans so you give the men a fierce look and tell them to back off while you try and make your way past them.

“Not so fast princess.” The tattooed man says grabbing your arm tightly and pushing you backwards.

The man is strong, so strong that when he pushes you, you end up falling onto your butt on the floor, you groan and try to stand up using one of the shelves next you for support. When you stand up you feel a small pain shoot up through your knee but you ignore it.

“I wonder what Wong Lucas will give us to get you back,” the third, blonde man says smirking down at you.

When you hear the men mention your boyfriends’ name your stomach sinks and you feel your heart beat speed up, your breathing slowly becomes heavy as well. You now know what they want, and you are terrified.

“Now she’s nervous.” The tattooed one says, smirking as he steps forward to grab your arm again.

The tall man joins his friend and grabs your other arm and they begin to drag you out of the store, you try your hardest to get out of their grip but it is impossible, they are too strong. You look over to the cash register to see if the stores employee could help you but you don’t see him anywhere, the three men must have scared him away. When they drag you out of the store you manage to let out a loud scream before the tall man covers your mouth with his large hand, you are hoping that at least one person will have heard your scream and try to help you.

You carry on struggling in the men’s arms but it is no use, it doesn’t even look like they are putting any effort onto keeping you in their grip. You attempt to bite the tall man’s fingers that are covering your mouth but that doesn’t work either, he doesn’t even flinch.

“Whoa,” you hear someone say from behind you and the men that are holding you freeze.

All three of the men turn around and because two of them are onto holding you, you turn with them. In the dim street light you see the figures of three more men and the first thing that runs through your mind is ‘you are going to die tonight y/n’ but when the three men step forward you see that they are not more strange men that might fight the first three men for you but Taeil, Ten and Johnny, members of your boyfriends’ gang.

You let out a small sigh of relief and send the men you know so well a pleading look, you make eye contact with Johnny and he send you a reassuring smile in an attempt to calm you down, it doesn’t really work.

“Let her go,” Ten growls.

The men holding you laugh, they probably aren’t that scared because Taeyong, the leader of the gang, isn’t here but honestly you find Ten way more frightening than Taeyong.

“Not going to happen,” the tall man says.

“I would listen to him if I were you,” Taeil warns.

The three men laugh once again not feeling threatened by your friends at all, you see Johnny hands ball up into fists and you can tell he is getting angry. Johnny lets out a long sigh before taking a step forward getting ready to fight the men holding you however he hesitates for a moment and you don’t understand why until you feel something cold and hard press into your temple.

When you realize you are being held at gunpoint you let out a small whimper and shut your eyes tightly out of fear. You feel your body become weak and your legs almost give out from under you, this cannot be happening you think, you do not want to die tonight and as much as you don’t want to, you begin to cry.

“I think we will be leaving now,” the tattooed man says cockily obviously thinking that they have won the tiny dispute over you.

When you feel the men turn around with you still in their grip you also think that they have won and you begin to sob softly. However after the men have taken a few steps you hear a loud bang and one of the men lets out a painful yell. The gunshot and the man’s cry causes both of the men holding you to let go and you fall to the ground your legs not being strong enough to hold you upright. While you are sitting on the floor in a crying heap you see Ten holding a gun and pointing it at the men on the ground, you see the tall man clutching at his right thigh and you notice blood pouring out from the back of it, Ten obviously shot him while they were walking away with you.

You watch as the tattooed man as well as the blonde man crouch down to assist their bleeding friend and Taeil also brings out a gun, pointing it at them as well. Johnny makes his way over to you and pulls you up off of the ground, he wraps an arm around your waist and begins to walk you towards where Ten and Taeil are standing. However he doesn’t stop when he gets to them, he carries on walking past them towards your apartment. While Johnny walks you home you hear three more gunshots and sigh slightly through your still flowing tears knowing exactly what Taeil and Ten had just done.

“Sorry,” Johnny mumbles.

You shake your head in reply not able to form words just yet, you have accepted what your boyfriend and his friends do for a living but you still cannot come to terms with the fact that they sometimes kill people, it just seems too inhumane, even for the mafia. You are just grateful that Taeil and Ten didn’t do it right in front of you.

When you and Johnny arrive at your home he sets you down on one of your couches in the living room and walks into your kitchen to make you some tea to calm your nerves.

“Thank you,” you whisper as Johnny places the warm drink into your hands.

Just then the door opens and you watch Taeil and Ten walk in, they both give you soft smiles, Ten walks over and takes a seat next to you and begins rubbing your back comfortingly.

“You okay?” He asks softly.

You nod your head slowly but they all know you are lying, you bring the mug up to your lips so that you can take a sip of the tea Johnny had made you but your hands are shaking so much it is a little difficult to actually drink it. Taeil sees this and walks forward to take a seat on the coffee table in front of you, once he is sitting he takes the mug out of your hands and holds them instead. You look up at him and smile gratefully. Just then you hear your front door slam open and you watch a very angry Yukhei walk into your living room.

“What the fuck y/n.” He shouts out walking to stand in front of you.

You jump slightly at his loud voice and feel your lip quiver slightly, as much as you appreciate Ten, Johnny and Taeil being here for you all you really wanted was for Yukhei to wrap you up in his warm embrace and hold you tight, so when he came in yelling you can’t help but feel upset.

“Calm down bro,” Ten says, “she only just stopped crying.”

“I couldn’t care less right now about her tears,” your boyfriend carries on yelling.

You feel fresh tears fall down your cheeks at Yukheis’ words but he doesn’t notice and he carries on shouting.

“Why didn’t you let us know you were leaving the house?” He yells.

You try and answer him but it just comes out as a quiet mumble.

“We had a deal y/n.” Your boyfriend carries on shouting.

“Okay, enough.” A rough voice says and you look over to your left to see Taeyong standing in the doorway.

You didn’t notice that he was here but you assume that he come with Yukhei.

“What happened earlier should never have happened,” he says looking at you and you know that he is scolding you about not texting any of them, “but it did happen and we can’t change that.”

You see your boyfriend roll his eyes and open his mouth to say something but he stops when Taeyong raises his hand in his direction.

“Obviously the whole texting thing isn’t working anymore,” he sighs scratching the back of his neck as he thinks, “I think you’re just going to have to stay indoors for a while.” He shrugs, “and when you do go out, one of us will have to go with you.”

“No,” you speak for the first time, furrowing your eyebrows.

You know it can be dangerous but you don’t need a bodyguard 24/7 and you do want to be able to do things on your own. You look over at Yukhei silently asking him for help because he knows you the best out of all these guys and he knows how much your independence means to you, the two of you make eye contact for a brief moment before he looks at Taeyong.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Yukhei nods.

“You’re taking his side?” You question your boyfriend, offended that he could do something like this to you.

“This isn’t about sides-” You boyfriend begins to reason with you but you aren’t having any of it.

“You can’t be serious right now,” you say in disbelief, “you know what that will do to me Yukhei.” You tell your boyfriend with a slightly raised voice.

“y/n,” he sighs, getting ready to reason with you once more.

“What’s going to be next?” You interrupt him, “are you going to lock me in my bedroom?” You ask him rolling your eyes.

“You could have died!” Yukhei screams and the room falls into a deathly silence. “You could’ve died tonight y/n,” he says softer now, “and I don’t know what I would do if I ever lose you, so if you want to make this about sides I’m on the side that keeps you safe.”

When you hear your boyfriends’ words you slump down further into the couch you are sitting on and look at your hands that are placed in your lap.

For the next twenty minutes the men around you talk about what they are going to do next and about the three men that tried to take you, when they are done talking they all come over to you and rub your shoulder or hug you telling you that it’s going to be okay, all except Yukhei and you can only assume that he is still mad.

Your boyfriend walks his friends to the door to let them out and while he does that you stand up and take the mug of, now ice cold, tea into the kitchen to put it in the sink. When you walk back into the living room you see Yukhei standing in the middle of the room rubbing his eyes with his large hands. He stops when he hears your footsteps and turns to look at you with guilty eyes.

“I’m sorry y/n,” he sighs.

You look at him and feel new tears sting your eyes, “it was so scary Yukhei.” You whimper.

When your boyfriend sees your tears and hears your cracking voice he immediately walks up to you and envelopes you in a tight embrace, your bury your head into is chest and cry quietly for a few moments and while you are crying Yukhei is rubbing your back softly and whispering to you that it’s all over now and that you are safe. When you stop crying Yukhei pulls you away from his chest and places his hands on your shoulders looking at you with a serious expression.

“We made that deal for a reason baby.” He told you.

“I know,” you sigh, “and I’m sorry, I was just so hungry and it slipped my mind-”

“Oh my god,” your boyfriend interrupts you, “dinner.”

You nod your head slowly at his realization.

“This is all my fault,” Yukhei says softly.

“What, no.” You tell him shaking your head.

“If I had brought dinner like I said I would none of this would have happened,” he groans slightly, “I just got so caught up at work,” he carries on, “I am such an idiot.”

“Stop,” you say pressing a hand against your boyfriends cheek forcing him to look at you, “none of this would have happened either if I had just texted you like always.” You tell him, “so technically it’s both of our faults.” You smile at him softly.

Yukhei shakes his head, not agreeing with you but he doesn’t say anything more about it.

“I’m so sorry baby.” He says bringing you into his chest again.

“It’s okay,” you mumble into his T-shirt, “I’m okay.”

Your boyfriend pulls away after a few moments and presses a long, tender kiss onto your lips.

“I am never letting you out of my sight again.” Yukhei says after he removes his lips from yours.

You roll your eyes at his words but smile softly before leaning up to kiss him again.

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