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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

WAG Bootcamp: Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 593

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: On her first-ever race day, Y/n experiences the chaos, stress, and excitement of Formula 1 as the WAGs teach her how to survive the emotional rollercoaster.

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Y/n thought she had survived the worst of the initiation. She had learned the pre-race rituals, mastered (or at least attempted) the mysterious “paddock girlfriend face,” and even accepted that she now had to irrationally hate any driver who so much as looked at Lando the wrong way.

But nothing could have prepared her for race day.

The paddock was buzzing with energy—fans screaming, engines roaring, and mechanics in a frenzy. Y/n had barely taken a sip of her coffee when Kika grabbed her arm.

“Alright, rookie. Time for the next lesson.”

“What now?” Y/n asked warily.

“How to survive a Grand Prix,” Lily said, tossing her a pair of noise-canceling headphones. “Trust me, you’ll need these.”

Lesson Four: The Race-Day Survival Guide

Y/n followed the WAGs to the McLaren hospitality area, where they had their usual spots. The screens showed the cars lining up on the grid, and she could already feel her heart pounding.

“Step one,” Alex said, crossing her arms. “No matter what happens, you do not freak out on camera. If Lando crashes, you hold it together until you’re inside.”

“Wait—crashes?” Y/n swallowed. “We’re talking about, like, little crashes, right?”

Silence.

“Right?”

Susie patted her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, dear.”

Not comforting.

“Step two,” Rebecca added, “learn the art of selective hearing. The commentators will say stupid things, the fans will tweet even dumber things, and some guy named David Croft will mispronounce names. Ignore it.”

“Step three,” Carmen leaned in, lowering her voice. “If Lando is leading, do not say out loud that he’s going to win. You will jinx it.”

Y/n blinked. “You guys actually believe in jinxes?”

Kelly, who had remained quiet until now, turned to her with a dead-serious expression. “Max retired from Monaco 2021 because I said, ‘This is going well.’”

Y/n gasped. “Oh my God.”

“We don’t talk about it,” Kika muttered.

The lights went out, and the race began.

Lesson Five: How to Emotionally Handle a Race (Spoiler: You Don’t)

It started fine. Lando had a clean start, holding position. Y/n sat on the edge of her seat, gripping her hands together, trying not to scream every time someone got too close to him.

Then, lap 12 happened.

A driver—who Y/n immediately decided to despise for eternity—dove down the inside, nearly taking Lando out.

Y/n shot to her feet. “WHAT THE—”

Lily yanked her back down. “Cameras!” she hissed.

“That was reckless!” Y/n whisper-yelled, furious.

“Congratulations,” Alex smirked. “You just experienced your first ‘what the hell was that’ moment. There will be many more.”

For the next thirty laps, Y/n experienced every emotion possible. Joy when Lando made an overtake. Panic when the pit stop took too long. Rage when another driver squeezed him off track. She nearly passed out when he was fighting for a podium.

And then—P2.

“He did it!” Y/n gasped as Lando crossed the line.

The WAGs cheered, clapping and hugging.

Y/n exhaled, feeling like she had just run a marathon. “I don’t know if I can do this every weekend.”

“You will,” Kelly said, sipping her drink. “Welcome to the rest of your life.”

Lesson Six: The Post-Race Debrief

After a chaotic cooldown period, Y/n finally found Lando, still in his race suit, hair messy from his helmet, grinning as he pulled her into a hug.

“How was your first race?” he asked, slightly breathless.

Y/n looked at him, remembering everything—the stress, the screaming, the insane group of women who had taken her in.

She smiled.

“Terrifying. But I think I love it.”

[justnatoka]

How they behave in a relationship

The Lost Boys headcanons

Warning: possessive behavior, some smut (mainly in Paul's and Marko's parts oops)

David

He’s definitely the possessive type. You’re his and he lets everybody know it.

He either has his arm around your shoulder or his hands on your waist. He also probably gives you hickeys in very visible spots for the same reason ;)

Or he simply just hovers over you. Like all the time.

If someone tries flirting with you, he’s behind you in an instant, and all he has to do is look at them menacingly. You’re not even surprised anymore that every guy seem to run off scared after just a few words, even if they started talking to you for a completely innocent reason. Now you just turn around with a “really?”

I imagine him to be less into PDA. But when you’re just with the boys he sits you into his lap and rests his hand on your thigh while talking to the others.

He probably shows you more physical attention in front of them, because he’s more comfortable around them.

Even though he’s possessive, he doesn’t really get jealous, at least he tells himself he doesn’t. He trusts you and knows you wouldn’t cheat on him, it’s other people he doesn’t trust. Scaring off guys is just him protecting what’s his.

I can imagine him trying to control you in some small ways, like not letting you wear stuff that shown too much skin in public or trying to keep you from hanging out alone with guy friends that he doesn’t know well. It comes from his protectiveness over you. But I also think that if you talk to him about these things bothering you, he will stop doing it.

You’re one of the few people who can get him relaxed when he feels stressed out. Like when he comes back frustrated from a meeting with Max, or when leading the group and keeping them in line (looking at you, Marko and Paul) gets to him after a long day.

He just walks over to you and sinks into your embrace, resting his forehead against yours with eyes closed and just listening to you breath for a few minutes.

He likes it when you give him shoulder massages when he’s feeling tense. He probably also likes in when you make him tea to relax (though he wouldn’t admit that one).

Types of kisses: on your knuckles when he holds your hands. On your forehead. More passionate kisses on the lips when you’re alone. You’re his queen/king/precious person, and he definitely treats you like one.

His nicknames for you: kitten, darling, love

Dwayne

He’s a man of few words, who shows his love through his actions.

He’s a very attentive partner, always notices when you’re feeling tired, sad, stressed or anxious. He immediately gives you a questioning look or a soft “are you okay?” and makes sure to make you more comfortable.

Like he lets you play with his hand, caress his palm or fingers when you’re anxious and fidgety and need something to ground yourself with.

He’s also a good listener. He will gladly listen to you complain when you have a bad day, even if he can’t really give any advice.

I feel like he would try to learn as much about you as he could, so he can take better care of you. This obviously includes stuff like your interests or dislikes, but also a lot of small things, for example how you behave when you’re feeling sad or anxious, what are some unconscious habits you do when you’re deep in thought. He stores all this information in the back of his mind so he can use it later.

Like he observes how your eyes light up and your features change when you’re excited or happy about something, remembers what caused you to make that lovely expression and then makes sure to present you with that exact same thing later again and again so he can see you glowing like that again. He surprised you more than once with gifting you little things you briefly mentioned liking or being interested in.

He’s the type of guy who looks out for you all the time when you’re out at the busy boardwalk. He makes sure you’re always in his sight, and if he loses you, he will scan his eyes through the crowd until he finds you. In turn, if you get separated from the guys, your first instinct is to search for him, cause he’s tall and stands out anyway, but also you know he feels calmer when he can see you, even if you’re out of reach. You both feel relieved when you’re eyes finally meet through the gaps between the bodies of other people.

He’s probably more casual about PDA. He will hold your hand, wrap an arm around your shoulder or give you small pecks on the top of your head, on your cheeks or your lips.

He gives the best hugs. I mean he’s a big guy who can envelop you in his arms. When you’re having a bad day, all you have to do is ask for a hug, and you immediately feel better. I imagine that he likes hugging you from behind, pulling you to his broad chest.

Slow and deep kisses are probably his favorite.

His nicknames for you: sweetheart, honey

Paul

He’s very vocal about his love for you, the man is a flirting machine.

He’s also like a lovesick puppy, always excited to see you, always hungry for attention, and starts pouting if you don’t give him enough. He can be a bit needy at times.

Even though he can seem like a dumb blonde to the casual observer, he’s actually more in tune with your emotions than most people think. He can immediately tell when you’re feeling down, even if you try to hide it. You’re emotions also affect him a lot. When you’re sad, he’s also lethargic and does everything in his power to cheer you up, be it taking you out to have fun, staying at home and cuddle or shower you in small kisses until you start giggling.

On the positive side, when you feel happy, he’s absolutely in the clouds, and your giddiness feeds off of each other.

A LOT of PDA. He’s touching you all the time, holding your hand, pulling you into his side, hands on your legs if you sit next to him or in his lap, or quite literally draping himself all over you.

He also likes to use your legs as a pillow. Just imagine him totally high, babbling about random stuff that comes to his mind while laying his head on your lap, you running your hands through his hair.

Also, HIS HAIR. He loves it when you mess with it, doesn’t matter if it’s playing with the strands while listening to the others talk, or tugging on it in bed.

Yes, he’s an absolute manwhore in my humble opinion ;)

He’s definitely a switch in bed. Like he can be a dom and worship you, but he can also definitely be a sub and just fall apart under you, loving every second of it.

Ever since @sunkendreams said they think Paul likes it when you choke him, I can’t stop thinking about it.

I think he would also like it if you kiss his neck, or leave your mark on him by giving him hickeys. He would show off that shit so proud!

Lots if kisses all the time. He wouldn’t start making out with you in the middle of the boardwalk like Marko, but he would pepper small kisses all over your face, pecks on your lips. I feel like he’s the type who randomly starts kissing your neck while you lean on him regardless of the setting.

His nicknames for you: babe, dollface, beautiful

Marko

This guy is a fierce protector who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. I mean it’s known that most times he’s the first to jump into action when there’s a fight.

He can be a knight in shining patchwork jacket, but he can also be a little demon with the most angelic face when it comes to show you just how much he loves you.

He protects your honor then when you get back to somewhere private he doesn’t hesitate to absolutely ruin said honor, but in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

I’m sorry, but I’m just obsessed with the thought that he’s an absolute beast in bed.

But I think he’s also such a dork. I can imagine him grabbing your hand and pulling you into a dance in the middle of the boardwalk if he likes the music they play that night. And at the end he dips you back, his hand firmly holding your back, with the widest playful grin on his face, making you break out in giggles. Then he leans down to kiss you on the lips.

He’s not the jealous type, he has absolute confidence in himself and in your loyalty.

He’s big on PDA: holding hands, hand around your waist, probably groping your thighs or butt once or twice. He’s also not shy to kiss you in public. You’ve definitely had a few heated makeout sessions before against the railing of the boardwalk.

I think he also like catcalling you or whistling at you, but only if you’re also comfortable with it.

He basically loves to let everyone know that you’re his gorgeous partner as loudly and as visibly as he can get away with. He would shout his love to you on the top of his lungs if you hadn’t scolded him for it before.

But other than that time, you love it that he’s not shy about showing you his love.

Just like David, he would also definitely like giving you hickeys in very visibly places. I also imagine him to be a bit of a biter during sex, leaving small and harmless ones all over your skin that doesn’t even leave a mark, or ever getting a bit rougher and giving you ones that do. It all depends on what you like.

Cursing in bed in Italian ;)

His nicknames for you: sugar, baby

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[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: What they do in their free time

Marko

- Beach-combing

- Since low and hide tide happen often at night or early in the morning when it’s still dark he gets to comb the beach for new TriNkEts

- David always yells at him when he returns from his treasure hunting with “more crap”

- There is a TON of sea glass in his corner of the cave. It’s all kept in glass jars, but he keeps the red pieces in a separate little jar because that color is super hard to find

- He also likes to look for washed up toys, bottle necks, and shiny rocks

- HE DESPERATELY WANTS A ROCK TUMBLER

- Unfortunately they are expensive, and Dwayne says that there isn’t enough electricity flowing through the cave to power one

Paul

- Ease dropping

- This man LIVES for the DRAMA

- He doesn’t even know the people he is ease dropping on or who they are talking about, but you bet your bottom dollar he doesn’t mind his tea unfamiliar and piping hot!

- Because he is with the boys 24/7 they really don’t have any secrets between them (that Paul knows of )

- So he has to get his tea fix elsewhere

- He likes to listen in on conversations while he’s in line for rides

- at the record store

- around the food vendors

- he gets lots of tea from just hanging out on the beach and at the local drive in

- You would be surprised the amount of people who talk during movies….

- His ease dropping skills have come in handy on occasion

- Every once in awhile a vampire hunter will wander into town, and start asking the locals questions they have no business asking

- Paul usually hears of their arrival through the grapevine and is able to warn the boys

Dwayne

- Helping out Laddie’s family

- It’s kind of sick that he does this, but he honestly can’t help himself

- After Max brought Laddie to the boys, Dwayne couldn’t help checking out Laddies kin and seeing for himself what this kid’s background was like

- It wasn’t great

- They lived in a run down apartment complex, that was missing half its ruff and probably hadn’t passed an inspection in 20 years

- After some snooping around, and stalking the place a few nights Dwayne was able to determine that Laddie had an aunt (who was his guardian it seemed ) a sister a few years older then him, and a 5 year old cousin

- At first Dwayne HELLA judged the aunt, because clearly if Laddie was able to find his way to the board walk and into the arms of Max, she was not keeping an eye on him in the first place

- He witnessed her grief, her tears, her confusion, when she realized Laddie was missing

- he gave her no sympathy for what he thought were the consequences of her incompetence

- but then

- He witnessed a family dinner in their small apartment that changed his opinion

- They were all sitting down to eat dinner, when there was a knock on the door. One of the children who lived in the apartment complex stopped by to play with Laddie’s sister. The aunt was just about to tell the boy to come back later, when the boy’s stomach growled. And it wasn’t a “ I’m a little peckish” or “ gee I forgot to eat lunch” type of growl. It was an“ I haven’t eaten in a few days” growl

- Without hesitation, she gave her meal to the boy and told him to come back whenever he had no food to eat at home

- Dwayne found himself to be in a little bit of a dilemma after this

- He felt guilty, but sending Laddie back wasn’t an option anymore

- The kid was half vampire now and he belonged with his brothers

- But then he noticed the lock on the door was broken, and the least he could do would be to fix it. So he snuck in once everyone was asleep and took care of it

- And then he fixed the leaky faucet

- And the loose cabinet

- And the floor board that was coming up would only take two nails to get back into place, so he might as well fix it, right?

- Dwayne soon found himself paying the apartment a weekly visit to repair stuff here and their

- Laddies aunt just assumed that the landlord decided to do his job for once and so doesn’t suspect anything

David

- breaking into Max’s house

- He LOVES to screw with Max and he would do it on a nightly basis if he could

- But

- The boys *cough cough* Paul and Marko, would probably be a tad too destructive if they came along

- Together the boys like to find vampire related objects and leave them outside Max’s house as a joke

- They’ve left costume vampire teeth

- Cloves of garlic

- Fake blood packets

- Vampire comic books

- The bat kite we see in the movie

- Max secretly finds it endearing though!

- He’s sons are playing little pranks on him and he find’s it adorable

- But what Max doesn’t know is that David takes it a step farther

- Max doesn’t lock his door, because, you know, he’s a vampire and he has Thorn to guard the place when he’s gone

- Max some how has not figured out yet that David likes to spend time in his home when he’s not there

- I think it’s because Max spends a decent amount of time around the boys, so that their scents feels normal to have around and be on his clothes. So when it’s been a long night at the video store, and he strolls into his house and can smell David it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary

- David has slowly become cordial with Thorn. I would say friend, but Thorn would rip David to shreds if Max gave him the command. But! if David brings Thorn a nice, juicy bone, then he will let him pass

- Kind of like Cerberus

- David likes to sit on Max’s back porch, and in his recliner

- He likes to snoop around his books and in his desk drawers

- He will swipe cash here and there when he finds it

- He just really likes the idea of being in Max’s space with out Max’s permission

[its-avalon-08]

Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me any driver but this vibe!

the alchemy (mv1)

✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!reader

✦ genre - just plain ol'fluff

The roar of the crowd at Yas Marina Circuit was deafening. Max Verstappen, helmet still on, emerged from his Red Bull, a champion for the first time. Relief, exhaustion, and pure, unadulterated joy warred on his face. He bypassed the waiting media scrum, his eyes scanning the jubilant throngs of orange. There, amidst the sea of ecstatic fans, stood Y/N, his rock, his sunshine.

where's the trophy?

"Max! Max! Max!" David Croft's voice boomed over the international broadcast. "He's forgoing the initial interview! Looks like the celebrations are starting a little early!"

he just comes running over to me

Max sprinted towards her, a wide grin splitting his face. He reached her, engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug, and spun her around like a jubilant ballerina. Y/N, tears welling in her eyes, clung to him, her laughter echoing in the cacophony.

He finally stopped, cupping her face, his blue eyes shimmering with emotion. "We did it, Y/N! We fucking did it!"

"We did, Max," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You were incredible out there!"

Max pulled her in again, burying his face in her hair. The roar of the crowd seemed to fade into the background as he whispered, "I couldn't have done it without you. You believed in me when I doubted myself, pushed me when I wanted to quit, and loved me even when I was a grumpy mess after a bad race."

Y/N tilted her head up, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Hey, that's part of the package, Champion," she teased. "But seriously, Max, I'm so incredibly proud of you. You've worked so hard for this moment."

Max gazed at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "You mean everything to me, Y/N. You're my best friend, my confidante, my biggest supporter. This championship, it's ours."

Croft's voice cut back in, tinged with amusement. "And there you have it, folks! Max Verstappen with a very emotional message for his girlfriend, Y/N. It seems the celebrations are truly personal tonight!"

Max chuckled, brushing a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's celebrate with the team. They deserve this as much as we do."

He led her through the throngs of ecstatic Red Bull personnel, who whooped and cheered, showering them with confetti and champagne. Y/N, her arm linked with Max's, felt a surge of pure happiness. This championship wasn't just his; it was a testament to the unwavering support of a team, a family, and the love of a remarkable woman. As they joined the celebrations, Y/N knew this was just the beginning of their incredible journey together.

max's pov

The champagne shower was a glorious, stinging euphoria. Confetti rained down, a kaleidoscope of orange and white mirroring the elation that bubbled in my chest. The podium lights felt unnaturally bright, but the cheers of the crowd were a warm, intoxicating wave. I was a champion. Formula One World Champion.

But amidst the cacophony, my vision cut through the noise, drawn to the familiar splash of sunshine yellow in the crowd. Y/N. There she was, a beacon amidst the sea of orange. Her hair, usually pulled back in a practical braid, cascaded down her shoulders in the humid Abu Dhabi night, windblown and free. Her face, usually reserved and composed when I was in the car, was a mask of pure, unadulterated joy. Tears welled in her eyes, sparkling like tiny diamonds under the floodlights.

Time seemed to slow. The roar of the crowd faded, replaced by the frantic pounding of my heart. A wide grin stretched across my face, mirroring the one I knew was mirrored on hers. We locked eyes for a fleeting moment, an unspoken conversation passing between us. Her lips moved, forming the words that had echoed in my head all season, the fuel that had propelled me through every grueling race, every nerve-wracking qualifying session.

"I love you."

The sound didn't reach me, drowned out by the cheers, but I knew. I knew with a certainty that transcended words. It was in the glistening tears, the trembling smile, the way her entire being radiated pure, unadulterated pride. This wasn't just my victory. It was ours.

As Christian Horner sprayed me with champagne, the sting a welcome reminder of the moment, my gaze never left her. She was my rock, my anchor, the sunshine that chased away the storm clouds of doubt. This championship trophy, held aloft in my numb fingers, was as much hers as it was mine. It was a symbol of our journey, a testament to the unwavering support that had carried me across the finish line.

The podium celebrations blurred into a whirlwind of handshakes, interviews, and backslaps. But through it all, her image remained etched in my mind, a beacon of love and pride. And when I finally found myself back at the team motorhome, the echoes of the celebration fading, I knew exactly where I needed to be. With her.

[ghastlyfilters]

Hi! Saw you were taking Lost Boys requests...

I have a lot of silly concepts or ideas but my favorite is poly!Lost boys with a partner (I usually prefer fem reader but whatever ur comfy with is all good) who loves stealing some of their older clothes. Like, reader is smaller than them so the clothes are really comfy. Especially the older stuff cus decade+ old fabric is so soft.

reader stealing the lost boys’ clothes!!

pairing(s): implied poly!lost boys x fem!reader

warning(s): aside from paul and marko definitely paying attention to your curves, none!!

(now if i was the reader here i know damn WELL i would be stealing their clothes too. each one of their styles is literally perfection and to see that shit on vampires? HELLO? also i may have gotten a bit too carried away with thinking about all their clothing designs.. but thanks for this cute request<3)

gifs not mine! (if you know the original owner please tag them!)

HEADCANONS

• Stealing your boys’ clothes is by far the EASIEST thing anyone could do. The reason being? They quite literally never change out of the fits they’ve had on since 1987.

• The boys don’t have much of a scent, seeing as they’re all undead. So a washing machine doesn’t exist in their little world anymore. Which means they will now forever be outfit repeaters.

More fun for you. 

• All of the boys have the most random shit scattered around the cave. They’re the worst hoarders you have ever encountered. Cough cough.. Paul.. cough cough..

• But the amount of clothes they have laying around is shocking. Boots, band tees, jackets, jeans, leather trousers, gloves, shirts, man you name it. They have it. Every fucking decade.

• The band tees are by far your favourite thing to run around with. Paul has a shit ton of Môtley Crüe tees, and Dwayne has so many shirts with The Doors on them. (Jim’s face is literally everywhere in the cave now. They sure as hell ain’t Christians, so if they’re selling their souls to anyone it’s the horned god below or their icon Jim Morrison.)

• They did let you away with wearing their old band tees until Marko told the boys about EBay.

When Paul found out a vintage Mötley Crüe tour shirt was going for over a grand, the mf was ecstatic..

So much so, he decided to put his own vintage Mötley tees up for bidding.

“Two thousand… three thousand.. FOUR THOUSAND… FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS!!!”

Poor Paul’s bubble was burst however when David told him there was absolutely nothing they could do with the money aside from unlimited Chinese food for the next few months.

• David’s old clothes are much different from what the others have. He was the first to be turned, therefore he’s lived throughout the most eras.

• He’s got a LOT of leather jackets and trenchcoats. Paul and Marko always joke about him being Jack the Ripper, but you see a different side to his style. There’s been many nights you actually sat down with him and asked where he’d gotten the majority of his old items. Some were by Spanish designers that had been gifts from Max whenever he’d provided David with different clothing, others were from when David had fed off multiple store owners and casually picked out what he fancied afterwards.

• It saddens you that he doesn’t wear any of these anymore. The only reminder he ever gets of them is when you put on the soft wool Trenchcoats that go right down to your ankles, almost looking like a cape. Marko makes mini conspiracy theories that maybe you’re the real Dracula.

• Dwayne’s load of clothes is FILLED with leopard print designs. He’s been a 70s boy even all these years later, and he misses that era so dearly.

• There’s this one satin leopard print shirt that actually fits you quite well in his eyes. It’s still a little baggy.. yet oddly attractive to him. You’ve claimed it as your own now, wearing it like a pj set.

• Aside from the satin shirt, literally nothing else Dwayne has fits you. He’s a muscular guy.. and a vampire. So trying to get his baggy ass clothes to even have a slight loose fit is not for the weak 😭

• Marko however, this is where the real fun begins. You can borrow anything from Marko.. ANYTHING.. and it’s guaranteed to fit.

• He was a big crop top collector. When he used to find a good shirt that wasn’t cropped however, he’d cut it up and make it into a crop top himself. And these are what he adores you wearing. They cling nicely to your curved body, and whenever you wear them you can never get both Paul and Marko to stop staring at your breasts. Assholes.

• Marko’s clothes are by far your favourite pieces out all the boys. Much like the crop tops, he really enjoyed designing all his other outfits when he wore them. And he was pretty damn good at it too. Marko can be a crafty little thing when he wants to be. He’ll even help you design your own outfits too! He’ll cut, sew, stitch, glue, draw, paint, anything you want Marko to design, he’s down. He took so much pride in his unique outfits back in the day. And if you want yours spiced up, Marko’s your man.

• You wear his old belts a lot. One time, you were rummaging through the boys’ old stuff again, and immediately fell in love with this black latex belt Marko had. He’d drawn on perfectly shaped skulls with a white acrylic pen, and added different studs around the buckle. Ever since that day, Marko pretty much customises everything you own now.

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THE LOST BOYS!! hope you all enjoyed these headcanons and my requests are open for any lost boys related ideas you may have!! <33

[batty4vamps]

Hi! Can I request 8 from the prompt list with David?😄

8. "Am I boring you?" with David

This one absolutely ran away with me ngl- David is so intimidating to write for and something about that possessed me to just keeping adding to this for over a week until I kind of liked it lmao

That being said, while it’s probably not what you were expecting, I hope you like it!

And I hope it reads like David 🫣

Includes: fem reader, hurt/comfort, David being a threatening asshole, established relationship, fight and makeup

It’d been a hell of a day. You were a month out from graduating college, and one of your professors had spontaneously decided to regrade all of your class work, leaving you points from passing. You’d freaked out, meeting him in his office and “discussing” with him for over an hour to no avail.

The minute David had returned you to the cave you’d started telling him about your day, laying down on a dusty couch. This whole semester had been rough, and he’d heard all about it

“…and then he just said “there’s nothing I can do”, practically slammed the door in my face!”

You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“It’s like I do everything right, I play by every rule, and they still can’t just give me this one thing, this one accomplishment before- well, you know.”

He nodded lazily as he skimmed through a book. It was leather bound and dusty, probably as old as Max.

You stared at him, waiting for a response, or at least a look. It never came.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?”

You said sarcastically as he finally looked up from his book.

“Of course not”

Your eyes narrowed.

“So what did I just say?”

He hesitated for an incredibly telling moment, giving you a familiar stare

“Without looking in my head-“

Silence.

He broke eye contact with you, blinking for a moment before looking back down to his book.

“I knew it.”

He sighed, harshly closing the book. You noticed he hadn’t taken off his gloves.

“Now, What do you know?”

Usually his half condescending, half uncaring tone and smirk were attractive. Not when you were upset with him.

“That you weren’t listening to me. That you don’t care.”

His brows furrowed, as if he was pondering whether or not he cared enough to lie in this moment. The look broke, he’d decided.

“No. I don’t care about whatever argument your professor picked this week. So?”

It was a challenge, as if he was daring you be upset. Like he was playing with you.

You were kind of taken aback. This wasn’t the tone David usually took with you, not seriously. You knew he was a liar, that he knew how to say the just right thing. You knew that with you, it was out of affection. Because as much as he denied it, he felt for you, and he wasn’t going to lose you over saying the wrong thing.

So why was he suddenly telling you the truth?

“So, you’re supposed to care about what I say- I’m sorry it’s not a gory vampire bloodbath, or whatever you want to hear, but it’s my life, and it’s important to me“

He laughed, leaning back in his wheelchair. It was your life, he knew that, and it was so much duller than you deserved. It wasn’t important! Soon enough, you’d never have to worry about anything as trivial as passing a class ever again. He knew why he wasn’t listening, and why he didn’t care about telling you that:

He was tired of it, completely out of patience.

You saw the life you could live with him. The eternal partying, the power, the cure to consequences and boredom, the pack that would have your back no matter what. You knew he could solve your professor problems, and every other grievance you had, and you refused it. You refused him.

“And your life is boring. You sit here and tell me how unhappy you are, night after night, with the solution right in front of you. I’ve run out of sympathy.”

You stared at him, incredulous. Was that really all your life was to him? Your struggles, just dull nothings you had to get past to become like him?

“Can you really run out if you never had any in the first place?”

You couldn’t help but think of all the times you’d come to him for comfort. Every time, you’d always end up eager for eternity, longing for the day when all of your problems would be solved. You’d even considered throwing in the towel and just letting him turn you right there. Was his reassuring just another attempt to lure you?

David paused, a smirk forming on his lips that turned your stomach.

“You think you’d still be alive if I didn’t have any?”

Your face went from angry to unnerved. You knew he wanted you to join him, that you were living on borrowed time. Still, you expected him to understand that you weren’t ready. That you wanted to just finish this one thing before you gave up your whole life for him.

In the last moment, he’d not only disrespected your choice, but he bared his fangs to you. He was reminding you of your place.

“Was that a threat?”

He turned his head slightly to look at you, a subtle smirk still on his lips. You’d seen glimpses of this side of David, the sadistic angles of him, but he’d never gotten close to using them against you. He wouldn’t, not really. At least, you’d hoped.

When he saw the genuine fear in your eyes, the smirk fell, his features resuming his usual look of neutrality. He backed off, not necessarily out of regret, but the sense that he might’ve pushed you farther than he meant to.

“No. Think of it as a reassurance.”

His tone was dismissive, as if you were being silly for asking, but you didn’t believe him. For the first time since you’d began your relationship with David, he’d shaken your trust. His protection was a very vital thing to have when faced with his power.

“What?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts, noticing the staring.

“I have class work to make up. Don’t follow me tonight.”

After a moment of watching him, processing all he’d said, you got to your feet. His brows furrowed.

“Fine.”

As you approached the ledge leading to the mouth of the cave, you passed the others reentering. Paul caught you by the shoulders for a moment with a grin.

“Woah- where you going girl? Party’s just-“

You pushed him off, continuing past him silently. Paul moved out of your way, looking to David.

“Fuck, man, what was that? I didn’t do shit!”

They all looked at David expectantly. You and him had argued from time to time, but you’d never just brushed them off like that before. They’d never seen David like this either.

He was still sat in his wheelchair, hands balled into fists as he glared at the place you’d been standing moments prior.

“Aw shit. What did you do?”

His stare moved to Paul as he began to speak.

“Nothing”

The boys looked at each other, then back to David. They didn’t know he could even be that unconvincing.

Marko got brave, crossing his arms and looking at David sideways.

“Then why was she storming out like you did somethin?”

David’s eyes moved to his friend.

“Because she’s human”

David grimaced. He wasn’t wrong, he knew that. Your life, your problems, were dull and easily fixable. When he’d pointed that out, though, he hadn’t expected you to run from him like you were his prey.

If you were, you wouldn’t have gotten that far. He thought you’d learned to count on that- to count on his restraint when it came to you.

They collectively winced, a tense silence settling. Paul decided it was best to tap out of the conversation now.

“Well, hope you can fix that soon, buddy-“

He snapped a finger gun at David, disappearing down a cavern tunnel. Marko looked at Dwayne, patting him on the shoulder before following Paul deeper into the cave.

“Good luck, man”

Dwayne sighed. He didn’t know how he was somehow always the one left to give advice, but he supposed he was stuck now. He walked up to David, sitting on the couch next to the spot you’d occupied.

“What happened?”

David’s brows furrowed, his eyes meeting Dwayne’s in objection. He only let that stand for a moment before intentionally relaxing his body and leaning back.

“I said, nothing.”

You wanted out, fine. You were never in. Every time he’d try to let you in, you refused. You wanted to make the decision, and you chose wrong. He could be fine with that, really!

On the note of you not trusting him, you were right for it. Maybe before this point you’d deluded yourself into seeing him as anything but the monster he was, but that was on you. He’d been perfectly upfront since the beginning.

Dwayne looked at him, unimpressed.

“David. Cut the bullshit.”

David glared. Dwayne hadn’t spoken to him like that for a long time. Not since he’d been turned. Before he could object, Dwayne started again.

“You care. You wouldn’t have kept her around if you didn’t, and pretending you don’t isn’t helping anyone. What happened?”

David’s face remained hardened. He knew Dwayne was right, in fact he’d already had that particular revelation many times in the privacy of his own head. He wasn’t an idiot. He was just a vampire.

Caring, openly, wasn’t something that came naturally to him.

“I told her that her problems didn’t matter. I scared her.”

Dwayne sighed, hands rubbing together as he tried to navigate the situation.

“How bad?”

David paused, trying to recall the way you’d looked at him moments prior. Like you were trying to gauge how much he’d meant what he said, and didn’t like what the conclusion you’d come to. He didn’t feel guilty, but perhaps a little stupid.

“Just a little- she knows that I care, that she’s safe.”

Dwayne was unsure who he was trying to convince.

“Does she?”

David looked down, jaw set tightly. He had been caring. He’d let you into the pack. He’d protected you, let you remain human and alive. David’s standard for care was the care he showed for his boys. He wasn’t affectionate, hell, he was barely nice, but at the end of the day, they knew damn well he would kill for them, just like he’d kill for you. Of course you needed more than that. You were human.

David’s lips formed a small sneer before he decided to change the subject.

“She doesn’t want to be one of us, Dwayne. There’s not anything I can do about that. Well, nothing I can do that wouldn’t make her hate me.”

He’d certainly thought of other strategies, but you didn’t need to know that.

Dwayne rolled his eyes.

“She doesn’t want to be one of us yet. She still made you a promise-”

David interrupted before Dwayne could finish.

“And promises can be broken.”

David let more slip in that retort than he meant to. He wasn’t bitter, or angry with you for wanting to wait, not deep down. He was a man betrayed. Star first, then Micheal. They’d both gone further than you had and still managed to turn their backs on the pack, on him. David wanted you to be one of them before you had the chance to betray them. He wasn’t going to lose this game again.

Dwayne could almost hear the thought process, leaning forward to David. He saw the trap his friend was setting for himself, and he needed to tell him the truth.

“Trying to force her into it is only going to scare her away, and if she thinks you don’t care, she might as well be gone already.”

Dwayne stood up, leaving David with a final piece of advice.

“Win her back, David, before it’s too late.

If you’d thought the day you’d last seen David was rough, the week following was worse. You’d been oscillating between trying to make up your coursework, and wallowing in the reality that the man you’d give up your humanity for may not give a single shit about you. You knew it wasn’t good for you to be cooped up between the library and your apartment for this long, but where else could you go? The boardwalk, the beach, the forest? They were all his territory, and you damn well weren’t going to come to him, not after how he’d talked to you that night.

So in your apartment you stayed, until just after sunset, there was a knock at your door.

“Can I come in?”

Speak of the devil. As you opened the door you found yourself in some muddy mix of surprise, anger, fear and just a bit of relief. David had never come to you after an argument before. Then again, he’d never looked at you like that either.

“Why?”

David had hoped you’d forgotten he actually did need your invitation to enter. You hadn’t. In this moment, he was at your mercy.

Maybe this whole mess had started because of him zoning out during one of your stories, but it had become something bigger to both of you. You’d promised David your life, and he’d all but explicitly said that wasn’t good enough. That he didn’t respect your decision, and he didn’t respect you.

He’d taken that sinister, leader of the vampires viciousness you knew he had, and he’d turned it on you. Even if it was only for a moment, you weren’t going to take it lightly. Tonight, he would enter only when you said so.

David’s jaw clenched for a moment before he let out a breath. Patience.

“We need to talk.”

Your eyes narrowed. It wasn’t going to be that easy. There would be no talking on your part until he could prove he cared, and you could actually trust that.

“I think I’ve heard what you had to say, loud and clear”

David’s arms were crossed over his chest, bare hands gripping his sleeves. It seemed more out of discomfort than anger, looking unnatural on his usually cool and collected form. He sighed. This was what he came here to do, he wouldn’t go back on it now.

“You heard my frustration-”

“And what else is there?”

You interrupted him with that question, half pleading and half accusatory. It was picking a fight, you knew that, but you weren’t going to let him sweet talk his way out of this.

David cared about you in some way, that was obvious. He’d chosen you. In the end though, the care he’d shown was buy and large in the direction of the vampire you’d become, not the human you were. If you were going to be with him for eternity, you needed to know that you, all of you, meant something to him, and that meant ensuring your safety.

“There’s everything else”

His voice was hushed, eyes looking into yours with an intimacy you didn’t expect from him. You let him go on.

“Care, of course. Why else would I want you to be one of us?”

You raised your eyebrow. You could think of a myriad of less than moral reasons.

David shook his head slightly. He didn’t know he’d shaken you this bad. He switched gears.

“Why else would I have even waited this long? Your fear is warranted, but you do know me. You’ve seen the things I would do for you. I’m not going to harm you.”

Your glare lessened ever so slightly. David had done a lot for you, from small acts of unexpected kindness to saving your life. That did count for something.

But not everything.

“What else?”

He hesitated for a moment, like he was trying to get his words straight, before giving up. He looked into your eyes, a layer of defense reluctantly dropping between the two of you.

“…Fear”

The word hung in the air, stunning you into silence. Of all the things you’d expected David to admit, being afraid wasn’t one of them. It sounded strange coming from his mouth, a sneer as though he didn’t like the taste of it. You didn’t even know he could still feel fear. He spoke up once again.

“…You know what happened the last time I let someone hesitate.”

So that’s what this was about. You knew of the two that came before you in David’s eyes. Paul and Dwayne told you after nearly killing you in an effort to test your commitment to the pack. You knew how it ended, with Marko impaled and the pack seriously injured. You had sympathy for their fears, but you were tired of paying for a mistake you hadn’t made. You’d done nothing to make anyone, especially David, think you were going to betray him.

“I’m not Star.”

His brows furrowed. He wasn’t aware you knew her name.

“I know that- my point is, I’m impatient because I care, not because I don’t. I want you to be above the mercy of a professor, or a landlord, or any of them.“

You were just far enough out of the doorway for him to take your hands.

“But really, I want you to be as bound to me as I am to you. Before you have the chance to change your mind.”

You frowned hearing the veiled vulnerability in his voice. You understood where David was coming from. He didn’t want you to leave, that was the long and short of it. For either of you to get what you wanted though, he needed to respect you enough to trust you.

“I am bound, David. That’s the whole reason I’m working this hard- I know it won’t matter, but I want to feel like I’ve accomplished something before I die. That doesn’t mean I don’t want it, it’s me saying goodbye. I keep my word.”

He nodded after a moment, thumbs running over your knuckles as he agreed.

“So do I”

Months ago, you’d both promised that once your time in college had ended, your time with him would begin. He would protect you until the it came, and then, you would become a vampire. You were both bound from that day on. You both needed it to stay that way.

And it would.

After a brief moment of exhale, you spoke up again.

“You can come in now, David”

[todayisdeadinside]

The Music Industry is FUCKED UP: Simon Cowell

Simon Cowell is a very powerful man who has done a good job of cleaning up his muddy footprints behind him. This post is intended to highlight not only his own pedophilic allegations and habits, but the people he surrounds himself with and publicly supports who are much the same if not worse. Simon Cowell is a man among like-minded company, for all the wrong reasons.

Table of contents:

The "Buffet" - told by Gavin Bain

Max Clifford

David Walliams

Jonathan King

The Buffet - told by Gavin Bain

Back in December 2024, Gavin Bain (former half of the rap/rock duo Silibil 'n Brains) went on The John Cooper Show to talk in-depth about his story "getting one over" on Sony. The original 2 videos (x) (x) that went around were just clips, with the full interview being locked behind a $9.99 Youtube Membership paywall. So, I took one for the team, and paid for 1 month of a membership to watch the whole thing.

Originally, I was going to transcribe the entire interview, but I quickly realized that is not only VERY hard, but very useless. The bits about Simon Cowell were brief and at the very end, the rest of the interview was about Gavin's personal story. I did, however, take notes on everything, so expect a post about Silibil 'n Brains soon, I guess.

Gavin explained how he, when he was still in Silibil 'n Brains, was invited to an industry afterparty that took place in a strip club. He mentioned earlier in the interview how all of these industry parties seemed to take place in strip clubs, for some reason. He ran into this guy who worked for Island Records, a record company Gavin had considered signing to but didn't, and the guy looked shocked to see Gavin there.

Apparently the afterparty was split into 2 sides of the venue, and Gavin, following people he recognized, had accidentally entered the wrong side. He had entered "the buffet." The Island Records guy asked Gavin "Who are you here with?" And Gavin said he was here with his duo-mate, to which Island Records guy said "Here-here? You're- you're gonna go to the buffet?" Gavin, taking that question literally, answered with "Why would I want to eat right now?"

That's when Gavin sees this boy he recognizes from around, a boy he knows is underage because he wasn't allowed to drink (this happened in the UK so the drinking age and age of adulthood are the same). The boy is in a lineup of other teenage girls and boys in very revealing clothing, none of the could have been older than 14-15 according to Gavin. Separate from the teenage lineup is a group of very influential music executives and industry people.

He later runs into the Island Records guy again, who tells him "You're not supposed to be here, you weren't invited. You shouldn't be here."

Later on, after this party, Gavin discovered that this was "Simon and Max's 'thing.'" These underage sex parties were a routine event hosted and organized by Simon Cowell and Max Clifford at "undisclosed strip joints." They'd invite teenagers who wanted to get into the music/entertainment industry, and they'd make them have sex with older execs for career opportunities that often never came.

Years later, Gavin came across the boy he'd recognized, who'd been underage at the time of attending the buffet. The boy, who Gavin didn't name, told him his story. He had been coerced by a Syco employee- a woman in her late 40s at the time- into having sex with her in exchange for career benefits. What ended up happening was this woman kept having sex with this underage boy, and the boy was coerced into signing away all of his image rights to Syco, trapping himself in a cycle of shitty TV appearances and roles he didn't want. He was legally unable to escape Syco at that point.

Direct quote from Gavin- "God knows where all those kids have come from. They're already tied up in pre-development deals, those deals don't just come to anyone." He explained how the boy felt like he needed to keep his sexual relationship with the older Syco employee a secret because he was underage, and he thought he would get in trouble for it. "You're never gonna cause a problem, because you think you've done something wrong."

Gavin and John Cooper also discussed another related incident, but since it isn't Simon Cowell related, I'm saving that for another post.

Max Clifford - Simon Cowell's former manager

Max Clifford was Simon Cowell's manager for over a decade, until around 2012 when he was arrested as a part of Project Yewtree on suspicion of sexual assault, and later found guilty and imprisoned for 8 accounts of such crimes in 2014. He would pass away in prison in 2017. (x) He was, as discussed above, involved in hosting Simon's buffet parties.

The fact that such a deplorable repeat offender was not only one of Simon's closest friends, but his manager of over a decade prior to his conviction, really highlights the web of pedophiles that Simon surrounds himself with. Pedophiles, I've learned, are pack animals. They're always in groups, you rarely find one working alone in the music industry. When one gets caught, they get ousted by the others and people act like their close friends and coworkers aren't likely doing the same thing.

There's a reason people say the music industry is one big sex trafficking ring- it's rife with people like Simon and Max everywhere you turn. And they all protect each other.

David Walliams - BGT & Harry Styles

David Walliams was a judge on Britain’s Got Talent alongside Simon Cowell from 2012-2022. David has faced a slew of controversies, most relevant a comment he made about Harry in 2011, when Harry was only 17 years old.

The comment was “I’d like to suck his cock” and it was broadcasted on Chris Moyles' Quiz Night. David was 40 at the time. The comment being made in 2011 and David being hired for BGT in 2012 means that Cowell chose to hire this man after this controversy, highlighting a concerning lack of care. But what else is new? (x)

Among David’s other controversies was an incident in 2006 where he exposed the genitals of multiple teenagers and simulated sexual acts with them for a comedy sketch. He repeated this sketch for years, with hefty criticism, and yet no official charges were ever pressed. (x)

Jonathan King - Simon paid his bail

Jonathan King is a record producer, singer-songwriter, music entrepreneur, and TV presenter who was convicted of four counts of sexual assault against teenage boys in 2001. His bail was set for £150,000, £50,000 of which was paid for by Simon Cowell. Although Jonathan was only convicted of 4 counts, 27 different men accused him of sexually assaulting them.

After Jonathan got out of prison, he was later arrested again as a part of Operation Ravine and charged in 2017 with 18 counts of sexual offenses, again against teenage boys. He was eventually acquitted of these charges, as a result of police errors and difficulties with a fair trial being carried out. (x) (x)

This guy has been accused of sexual assault by, like, 45 fucking people. Even if he was only convicted of 4, I highly suspect more of them were true and just didn't have enough evidence in court- and we know 18 were thrown out because the cops fucked up the investigation.

Conclusion

Simon Cowell needs to get curb stomped BADLY. He surrounds himself with pedophiles and rapists, and he himself runs pedophilic sex parties on the regular. Nobody cares, though. You won't see this in the news- they're too busy with the Diddy case, exposing more than one pedophile at a time is bad for the industry.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Would you do headcannons for poly lost boys with formerly involved in mafia reader? TIA

Yes, of course! I hope you like this 💜

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The boys have been around for a long time, so they have seen people in all shapes and forms, from all backgrounds - so when I'm telling you they knew you weren't as innocent as you claimed to be - they knew.

It wasn't necessarily that you didn't act convincingly, no, anyone else in the boardwalk - including Max - definitely thought you were just a young twenty-something year old, looking for a new start.

The boys, however, noticed. They noticed you had a way of getting things to go your way. They noticed some people were somewhat scared of you for seemingly no reason. They noticed that you walked as if you were hiding a weapon - which you most likely were.

They were subtle things, and they wouldn't necessarily know exactly what it was you were lying about, but they knew you weren't just coming to Santa Carla for a fresh start and the carefree life the town seemed to offer.

They knew you were running from something.

Obviously you had seen them around, you knew they were following you, you talked sometimes - but you didn't really know them yet.

That only happened after they saw you made a kill. Someone from your past followed you to Santa Carla and threatened to expose you to the cops. Obviously, you couldn't have that. You shot him, once, straight through the forehead.

The boys saw.

And they were impressed.

When you noticed they were there you immediately turned your gun to them, not wanting to have any loose ends, but David stopped you before you could shoot.

"Nice shot."

"I should fucking kill you. How much did you see?"

"Enough to know that we do a better clean-up than you could. Need a hand?"

And that was that. Initially they didn't ask what you were or why you shot that man, but when it happened a third and a fourth time you decided you kind of owed them to tell the truth. Besides, they'd told you what they were. They'd felt the need to explain why they knew so much about cleaning up crime scenes.

They are surprisingly chill about it. David doesn't care, as long as you are safe now.

Dwayne wants to know more of what kind of work you did within the organisation, mainly so he knows whether you might have any subconscious triggers or traumas he needs to look out for.

Paul just thinks it's cool, and offers to get you some more weapons that fit your vibe ans aesthetic more.

Marko is the only one who is not even a little surprised. He has known since the first time he saw you, and no one believed him one bit. He saw the edge of a tattoo of yours, recognised the symbol, and that was that. He is now on a mission to figure out what your name was - simply because he wants to know if you were more badass now or back then.

You get free clean up if you make a kill.

They are way more chill and relaxed with you because you have proven over and over that you can in fact handle yourself.

Also, you got yourself four very protective bodyguards if you'd ever get threatened.

Staying at the cave means you are living off the radar for the main part, meaning hardly anyone can find you.

Finding a home where you can just unapologetically be who you are. It's awesome.

[aviradasa]

The Lost boys main Hcs (old version)

Dwayne

Also i gave him an actual personality. Cause suprisingly, quiet people can have personality traits other that being a brooding,mature,book loving,parental, and having good dick.

Ok Well i kept these traits but added more to him cause i didn't see anyone else doing so.

Enjoy!!

(Ps this was hardly proof read. and written at 2 am so pardon how weird it may be)

Edit: THESE ARE OLD IM MAKING NEW ONES THAT ARE BETTER!!

Contrary to popular belief this man is just as crazy as the others. If not more.

Granted, yeah, he can be chill as hell but do not let that fool you cause just under that quiet persona is an actual sadistic asshole.

I mean damn.

To start off, this dude is brutal when it comes to feeding. I mean, he can give David a run for his money.

I mean did y'all see him during the bonfire scene??????

During that, he was honestly a bit rushed cause normally, he will keep his victims alive for a good long while before actually killing them, all while ripping them to pieces.

And cause he is smart as hell he knows the right places to tear into a person where it will take them longer to die from it.

What an asshole.

But when he's not being evil as fuck he is giving the others stupid ideas.

I mean honestly i think the whole taking Michael to the bridge thing was his idea.

He just snuck over to David and was like, "Hey, I have a wonderful idea." And David was like "hell yeah I like that"

Well, ok, that's not exactly how I went, but that's my dummed-down Disney villain version.

They had all hung off the bridge before, but Dwayne knew that that would probably freak Michael the fuck out more than anything, and he just wanted to watch that poor dude suffer.

On that topic he lowkey hated Michael at first.

So he just ignored him as much as possible. But at the same time, he also was just waiting for Michael to start some shit so he could fight him.

When Michael punched David, this man got so excited, only to have his dream crushed when he couldn't swing on him.

Poor dwayne.

The main reason we don't see much of dwaynes personality is cause Michael is around every time we see him and he does not fuck with him enough to grant him access to who he is as a person

Speaking of him and David, I, kinda see them as being evil scheming, besties not gonna lie. Like when Dwayne gets a fun little plan in his head to fuck with people, he's creeping up on David to tell him all about it. (And plant the seed in his mind)

Honestly, if you walk in when these two are talking you swear they both just look like this

Like honestly its just a back away slowly and forget you ever saw them situation 🤣

The best part for him is letting people believe it was David or one of the other boy's ideas so he doesn't get too much attention drawn to himself.

As much as this wannabe attention whore wants to, he will hardly take credit is his plans so as not to get Max on his ass. As much as he wants to be like, "Yeah, I made them do that, hahaha," he won't.

He's literally like a little puppet master.

But enough of him being a silent but deadly dickhead

This guy is amazing at so many things.

He's a bigggg car/ motorcycle guy. If you take him anywhere, like a car show or something, he's gonna be yapping with the owner of a fuckin 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline for 2 hours.

And he can and will spend HOURS, NIGHTS, even working on his bike. Does it need work? No. Does he just wanna work on it for fun? Yes.

Oh, and if the others mention even a slight tick coming from their bike, he's becoming the most insufferable know-it-all in the cave.

" oh well you know if the ticks coming from theirrrr you should already know it needs (blank)

They all hate when he does this but they still let him work on the bikes cause they know he enjoys it so much.

It's relaxing to work on stuff like that for him. He can just sit down, listen to his music, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and tune up the bikes all by himself.

And that's the way he likes to work.

He loves the other's company, but deep down, this man is introverted. He can go crazy and have fun but once his social battery is out, he is out, bye.

He will just disappear once he is done with people for the day. If he doesn't, he gets snappy and sassy, and it's just like "Damnnnnnn. Ok, sir ."

He will start clocking everybody's shit if forced to stick around.

But honestly, most of the time, he's cool. He's kinda like a cat, not gonna lie.

Shits gotta be on his terms or he don't wanna do it.

Ok ok I know I clowned on it but I do think he likes to read

And he does read ALOT.

He keeps a lil shelf of books in his area of the cave.

Aka, he took one of the big ass bookshelves from when the hotel collapsed, fixed it, and now stores all the books he loves on it.

He loves most genres, to he's not picky. From fantasy to westerns he readys whatever catches his interest.

While he reads he likes to listen to music that matches so once he was reading a sci-fi novel he had David Bowie BLASTING

They didn't even know he liked David Bowie. But hey, that's why we love Dwayne. He's full of surprises. And his music taste is the epitome of "I like whatever sounds good"

I could go on and on and on about this man but this might get long so if y'all want me to elaborate on any of these or make a part 2 let me know cause i WILL also if you want hcs of the other boys let me know! Night my little goblins 🖤🖤

[cheriladycl01]

How the fuck has a bird been the reason I DNFed - Grid x Driver! Reader

Plot: Y/N is racing in Silverstone when a Pigeon flies into her and is stuck to her while she's driving at 200mph around the track until it starts to fly away but gets pulled under the car and causes Y/N to crash out.

"Y/N you are currently P2, Lewis ahead 2.6 second gap" your radio engineer says.

"Copy, increasing" you report.

Sky Sports: Commentator - It's really been a fantastic race at Silverstone, with only 4 laps left to go, it's looking like a Lewis win, Y/N behind him in P2 and Oscar Piastri who just overtook Max Verstappen. WHAT'S THIS Y/N JUST HAD A BIT OF A TWITCH ON TRACK! She remains steady but... was that debris? Commentator - Lets look at that on-board, to me it looks like Y/N's had a bird attack. Oh woah yeah look at that, it flies straight into her. She flinches which is what that twitch was, but she's recovered so well and the birds still in there with her. Commentator - Let's look at that radio.

Y/N Radio: Y/N - A fucking bird just flew into me Radio Engineer - Copy that Y/N - What do you mean copy that, what do i do. It's covering my vision from the left with its wing! Radio Engineer - Go into turn 14, and try shift it off. If not then pull it off on the straight Y/N - I'm driving 200mph and you want me to take my hands off the wheel?

As you swoop round that corner the bird manages to jump out all on its own, without you having to nudge it, where you were slower. However next thing you know as your speeding down the straight is you see a large mass get sucked under you car. You car jumps slightly with the intrusion under the car and you spin a little, recovering it once again.

"Fuck fuck" you mutter to yourself as the car starts to spit the engine.

"Did you just take the bird under the car?" you engineer asks and you let out a small whimper. You couldn't believe you'd just killed a bird with your car.

"The car's fuck-" you start, but something gives out in you car and in a freak accident your car skids as you attempt to break. However with the motion of your car clipping the race edging you car flips over multiple times. Where you car was flipping, the gravel wasn't much help to slow you down, and you colliding into the barriers was the only thing you remembered.

Sky Sports: Commentator - And what a nasty crash that is for Y/N, really unfortunate where she was gaining on Lewis. And i think that's a red flag because of the amount of debris and that crash. Everyone's being called back to the pits and the Red Bull Team are looking extremely worried for their youngest driver. Commentator - this just isn't looking good David, no Marshalls have arrived on scene, Y/N isn't replying to her Engineer... everyone in the pits looks worried. These are those crashes that, you just really don't know the outcome...

Y/N Radio: Radio Engineer - Y/N please come in, Y/N are you okay? *Static* Radio Engineer - Y/N, the Marshalls are nearly with you, if the radio is broken, please just give us a hand gesture of something. *static* Radio Engineer - Christian, she's not replying Y/N - How- Radio Engineer - Y/N! Y/N - How the fuck has a bird been the reason I DNFed

Sky Sports: Commentator - Her voice sounds a little strained but, she's getting herself out that wreck as the Marshalls approach. The car engine has just caught alight as well, so the Marshalls will need to look at that.

You pulled yourself out, before putting a week thumbs up to the fans who were all standing round near the barrier waiting to see if you really were okay!

Marshalls came running over, two of three going to defuse the car and the others coming to check on you.

"You okay kid?" a man asks you, you had your arm wrapped round the front of you, by your ribs. They were most definitely bruised for sure.

"Smells like a fucking fuel infused Christmas dinner" you shout over the loud noises of the crowd and the car being put out before pointing at the roasted Pigeon on the floor next to your car.

The medic bursts out laughing, happy to see that you were okay and cracking jokes.

"Fuck, I just lost P2" you say kicking some of the gravel. You look up seeing the medical car come up to you. You walk over to it explaining your okay, but they refuse saying they need you to come in for observation.

After a long time in observation coming out with a mild concussion, bruised ribs and a sprain you were sent back to see the last few laps of the race. You saw some crew from various new channels film you, making you wave and smile.

You saw Christian and he immediately came from the Pit Wall pulling you into a hug.

"Hey its okay, it's okay! I'm just glad you are okay. That was a freak accident and there wasn't much else we could have done" Christian says rubbing your shoulder.

Everyone was happy too see you, Max ended up overtaking both Oscar and Lewis, coming in first place as a make up for what happened with you.

After the podium you were directed to post race interviews.

"Well, Y/N what a race that was. Could have been a race win but ... talk us through what happened" Will says looking at you and pushing the mic forward.

"Well, its uncommon but yeah. I was driving, pigeon flew into my cockpit and gave me the scare of my life. It hit my chest and helmet hard which caused that spin. And from there on it was a shit show, and I ended up crashing. Considering that wasn't a crash with another car, that's one of the worst I've been in! I blacked out and don't remember too much" you explain and he nods in thought.

"Yeah, you definitely had us all worries there! That's up there with the nastiest crashes I've witnessed. We're just all glad your okay!" he smiles and with that your sent off.

You went online to see everyone making memes of you and the bird and your funny radios.

All the other drivers had messaged you to make sure that you were okay, and you'd been treated to dinner by Max and Christian who felt bad about your scare today.

But overall, if you ever see a bird on the track again, you'll probably cry!

A/N: Just a small little drabble!

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[why-am-i-simping-for-a-train]

Things in The Lost Boys novelization that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I read it.

First of all Marko’s name is spelled Marco the whole book. I have zero clue why.

The officer that kicked them off the boardwalk at the beginning has two children and failed police schoool.

He also wishes the boardwalk would give him a gun so he can shoot at the gangs to scare them off

One of the reasons Micheal hates the move to Santa Carla is because he was in the beginnings of a relationship back in Arizona

Lucy ran away from home when she was a teenager and hichhiked all the way to the Golden Gate park where she spent the night.

Micheals father and Grandpa got into a fistfight at his grandmothers gravesite during her funeral

Dwanye likes to skateboard and is really good at it

Micheal thinks that he is hallucinating his rice and noodles as maggots and worms because he ‘smoked too much weed’ (Now i’m no marujania expert but I’m pretty sure that’s not how weed works, sir)

Sam tries to smoke weed by rolling up a single leaf, not by rolling a leaf into a blunt, just lighting a leaf on fire basically

There’s a scene where Nanook won’t stop licking Micheals feet because they’re covered in salt for some reason???

One night after Lucy gets off of work the Lost Boys corner harass her until Max steps in to save her (this is actually a deleted scene that you can find on youtube)

Star used to live in an abusive home before she ran away to Santa Carla where David found her sleeping on the beach.

At one point, Micheal tries to take a shower, but the running water feels “boiling hot” and causes rashes to appear on his skin (it’s an old myth that vampires can’t cross running water) this is only one of a few things that I use to back up my headcanon that the lost boys smell like dog shit

Micheal eats a rat

According to Star, Dwayne is “A bit awkward” (socially inept Dwyane save me).

Paul is the newest vampire in the group and because of that Star assumes he still remembers what its like to be human, and because of that he tries to cheer her up when she is upset.

When Marko dies black sludge strats to come out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth and his body rapidly decomposes turning into a “mound of clothes and decomposing flesh”

When all The Lost Boys are dying in the house Star can hear them all dying from the upstairs room and it greatly upsets her. Omg it’s honestly such a sad moment because she realizes that if they don’t die she and Laddie will be stuck with them literally forever but she’s still kinda close to them and hearing them die is traumatic. Dear god someone get that woman a quiet life and a ton of therapy.

[justnatoka]

Playing with Paul's hair

Paul x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is very self-indulgent. Can you tell that I love his hair?

Word count: 513

Paul loves it when you play with his hair, and you love distracting him.

You and the boys were gathered in the main room of the cave, having an impromptu meeting. David has been going on about Max’s plan to turn this Michael guy and his whole family, but you tuned him out for a while now. You were sitting on the couch, Paul on the floor between your legs, absentmindedly caressing your calf with his thumb. You also needed something to distract your fingers with, so you started softly running your fingers through his hair. He sent you a quick glance and a smile over his shoulder, but he didn’t tell you to stop. You knew he wouldn’t, he loved it when you played with his hair. Your nails were gently scratching against his scalp, and he was basically purring at your ministrations.

You were combing through his soft strands for a while, working out little knots here and there when one of your fingers accidentally brushed against his neck. You could hear his breath hitch. You smiled a bit and ran your fingers down his neck, gently stroking the sensitive skin. His hand gave your leg a little warning squeeze. If it had been any other time, Paul would have been on you by now. You knew what you were doing to him, and he knew that David would get irritated if you didn’t listen to him. But you were feeling a bit cheeky. Giving a quick look to the others, seeing whether they were paying attention, you leaned forward and pressed a small peck just below his ear. He softly gasped, then when you pressed another kiss down his neck he let out a small moan. This earned both of you a look from David. You blinked at him innocently, leaned back and went back to playing with Paul’s hair. He turned his head and looked at you with mischievous eyes.

“You naughty girl” he whispered with a flirty smirk. He was definitely getting back on you for this later, and you couldn’t wait. You answered with a smirk of your own.

You went back to listening, or more like pretending to listen to the others talk. Then another idea struck you. You started applying more pressure with your fingertips, massaging his scalp. You could literally see Paul melt between your legs. He leaned into your touch more, softly groaning, and you were just smiling fondly, enjoying seeing your lover this relaxed.

“Are you two even listening?” David’s voice broke you out of your stupor, bringing you back to the cave from your own little world. Your hands stopped mid-stroke.

“What?” You both asked at the same time, looking up at the boys. David was giving you an exasperated look, Marko and Dwayne sharing knowing smiles behind his back. It was no secret that you and Paul couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

“I would appreciate it if you were paying attention. Max will be on our asses if we screw this up.”

“Yes, sir” you saluted and Paul burst out in a fit of giggles. David just let out a sigh, facepalming.

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[livefastdriveyoung]

Mclaren has always, and I mean always treated their drivers like they are the least important part of a race/team. They fired Kevin Magnussen on his birthday in an email. They brought Daniel Ricciardo in and broke him because they couldn't figure out how to have a driver like him on the team and balance him with Lando.

They fired David Malukas because he couldn't drive with an injury.

And now this:

Not only did they very clearly blindside Theo Pourchaire, they had him give up his super formula seat in order to be able to driver for them. So now not only is Theo out of an Indycar seat, he has no seat anywhere. The 2023 F2 champion has no seat in any sport at all. It's insane that this is becoming an acceptable behavior.

I hope Theo is able to drive somewhere next season. There are rumors that as soon as his release was announced three teams immediately wanted his info. I have faith he will be in the seat.

DO NOT HATE ON NOLAN SIEGEL. This is not an invitation to do so. He seems like a nice guy. The pay-driver thing is going to be a reality of it all about him, but my big concern is that he has not even tested the Mclaren yet. I hate when a team makes a move based on info from other teams, even when their owner/manager is shared.

I would also like to point out that this decision is in the hands of Zak Brown. He runs Mclaren, both in Indy and F1. If he can do it in Indy, like he already has to David Malukas and now Theo, he could do it to his academy drivers and F1 drivers, like he did to Daniel Ricciardo. I would like to point out, actually, that he's still doing it right now with Oscar. Oscar has had considerable pace these last few races, even better than Lando on occasion, but they have consistently sacrificed him anyway. Oscar has the benefit of being fantastic and also having Mark Webber as his manager. I wouldn't be surprised if Red Bull or Aston Martin offer him a contract in the future. But for drivers who aren't as lucky as Oscar Piastri? It's a problem. Zak Brown has spent countless interview hours ripping into Red Bull's toxic driver environment. Newsflash, at least Red Bull doesn't pretend. At least every driver coming in knows they have a benchmark that is Max. The benchmark for Mclaren is money.

[rebelliousstories]

You’re A Disappointment

Relationship: David x Reader

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Word Count: 3,393

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Summary: After a meeting with Max, David returns to the cave; he’s angrier than a bat out of hell.

A slower night gripped the boardwalk of Santa Carla. Unusual for this time of year, but not even the murder capital of the world could continue full throttle all the time. Resting against the railing, a young woman allowed her eyes to scan over the crowd. Her lover rested next to her, smoke billowing from his plush lips. His brothers were nearby causing havoc, but that did not matter as much to him. The girl next to him was gently linking her pinky with the hand that was down near his side. Just having her nearby, within holding range was enough to quiet the voices in his head for a little bit. He did not need to keep the carefully crafted image he spent so long making up with her nearby. However, the older man walking out of the back of his video store, and locking his eyes with the young man made the walls go back up. The man took another slow drag of his cigarette, waiting to see what the man wanted.

“Ha ha! You should’ve seen the look on his face, David! We totally made him need to change his pants.” A loud voice yelled as several figures bounced up to the couple that was leaning against the railing. But David did not turn his head towards his pack mate that had come near. No, his eyes stayed trained on the older man at the video store.

“David, I’m telling you… David?” The other blonde vampire had quieted down as he watched the leader. The entire pack watched with curiosity as David kept smoking, seemingly having a conversation with the older man at the video store. David’s lover and pack turned to see what he was looking at so intensely, and took a step closer together when they noticed. Dwayne immediately stood to David’s left, while Paul and Marko shielded the girl to David’s right. The bleach blonde took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out beneath the toe of his boot. Watching the older man walk back into the video store, David spoke but did not look to the group around him.

“Dwayne, take the kitten back to the cave along with the boys. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” David went to go walk off but felt a hand grab his. He turned and was met with the concerned gaze of his lover. Leaning over, his unoccupied hand cradled her face while his lips pressed against her forehead. David turned quickly and did not spare another glance towards his pack, getting on his bike and riding off as fast as he could. The lady stood next to Dwayne who gently grabbed her hands to guide her towards his own bike. A concerned look refused to leave her face as the group got closer to the three remaining bikes.

“He’ll be fine, princess. David always is.” Dwayne reassured her quietly as she nodded. She kept repeating that in her head as much as she could, to try and convince herself that her lover would be fine.

“Yeah chicka. David’s always fine. And if he’s not, we just give him you and he calms right on down!” Paul got out in between laughs. Marko joined him in agreeing chuckles while Dwayne just shook his head. Making sure David’s girl was secured on the back of his bike and felt safe, Dwayne led the other two boys through Santa Carla. They whooped and cheered, screaming at the top of their lungs as the wind wiped across their face and through their hair. Getting all the way back to the cave, Dwayne gently navigated the young woman through the rough terrain of the the underground hotel. Letting the terror twins run amuck ahead, Dwayne made sure to treat her with a delicacy, knowing that if there was even a little scratch on her, David would not be happy. He already would not be happy coming home tonight; there was no reason to add fuel to that fire.

Marko ran immediately to check on his birds, while Paul lit up a joint from his coat pocket and made his way around the cave. Dwayne ran into his little alcove and grabbed his current book, eager to read, but watched the movement in front of him. The lady in the cave made her way and sat in David’s chair. There was a specific air around her, a mood that she had been in since leaving the boardwalk.

“Bela? You good?” Marko came around and placed his hand on her shoulder. She nodded, but there was no happiness behind her smile. Before Marko could continue, Paul slammed into him from behind which sent both vampires tumbling to the ground. She watched the boys tumble, swipe, curse, and rough house with each other. It sent out a small giggle from her lips watching them, but her mind switched to David. Whoever that man was at the video store made the pack tense and shield her, which did not make her feel good about her boyfriend being alone with the man.

Sunrise neared and there was still no sign of David. Dwayne had long since made sure that Laddie was safely tucked into his nest, and Star was in hers. Neither were seen much that night as Laddie was not feeling well leaving Star to stay with him and take care of the young halfling. The terror twins of the vampire pack had calmed down and stalked off to their sleeping perch in the cave. They did make sure to stop by the girl who had yet to move from her boyfriend’s chair all night, and give her some reassurance the best they could. Dwayne was the last to retire, trying desperately to wait up for David with her but the impending sunrise made him grow increasingly sleepy. But he went by the girl who was still up and tried to get through to her.

“He’ll be home soon, princess. You don’t have to stay up.” Dwayne spoke quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder. She blinked once, twice, three times before turning and giving him a soft smile.

“Thanks Dwayne. But I’m not going to be able to sleep anyways.” She said softly and squeezed his hand in comfort. The vampire stayed there with the young lady for another minute before giving her one last comforting squeeze, and walking further into the cave to prepare for sleep. Checking her watch, she started to worry as there was only about an hour of darkness left for her lover to make it home safely and he was still nowhere. She grabbed one of the books from Dwayne’s alcove, and settled back into her lover’s chair. Passing the time was difficult as she kept checking her watch every five minutes to make sure that David was not about to become a pile of ash. Thirty minutes from sunrise, and the barest hint of a changing sky, she heard it. The rumble of a bike pulling up above where the entrance to the cave was made her heart sore. Tossing the book back where she was sure Dwayne would collect it, she ran all the way to the fountain and waited.

Hearing a fierce screech, she watched as David flew into the cave. He landed but paid no attention to the girl that was clearly waiting on him. He threw a brick that was at his feet at the cave walls before moving onto a different target. His chair was thrown without care, and several cans that had been littered about were instead flung into the air in a furious flurry. David tore tapestries and fabric from their post, but did not dare tear down Star’s nest, having enough wherewithal to not destroy that. But he did not show the same care for the rest of the cave. Watching from the fountain, his girlfriend stayed quiet and let him vent out his frustrations. It would not be a good idea to get in the middle of the storm now, and figured he would either tire himself out and sleep the rest off, or get everything out of his system and then would turn to her. But as she watched him destroy any and everything, she knew it would be a while before it was out of his system entirely. David was uncharacteristically fired up and awake for this time of day, as the sun had finally broken the surface of the horizon.

The boys could no longer leave the cave but the new light had shown something that she had missed before. There was blood all over her boyfriend. All over his chin, chest, his hands, and in his beautiful formally bleach blonde hair. Her watch chimed on the hour and she watched her boyfriend slow down and breathe deeply in the shadow of the cave. Bright morning light had infiltrated just the very top of the cave, which meant the entire main area was still shrouded in shade but that did not stop David from finding the darkest corner and cowering in it like a wounded, wild animal.

“David?” She called, ever so softly over to her boyfriend. His chest heaved up and down as he took in deep breaths from the physical exertion.

“David? Hey, are you alright big guy?” She cautiously approached the man. As far as she could tell he made no indication that he was even aware of her presence. Her footsteps grew closer and closer, but David still did not acknowledge her. She got within arms reach of her lover, and slowly crouched down to be eye level with him. But this caused David to shift further back into his hiding hole. Reaching her arm out to place on him, caused David to violently shift away and hit his head against the cave wall.

“David? Honey, you’re scaring me. Are you alright?” His eyes closed as he tried to calm his breathing down.

“You should be asleep, kitten.” David rasped out. In his voice, anyone could see it was clearly used for even more talking and shouting than had been in the cave. It startled his girlfriend a little bit. She was not expecting to hear his voice like this. It sounded so… defeated. It sounded so unlike David. David was never one to show weakness to anyone. He was their fearless leader that protected them, and guided them.

“I couldn’t sleep not knowing if you were okay.” She whispered. His eyes opened slowly and looked at the girl in front of him. Her concern washed over her face and it made David feel bad.

“I’m always okay. You need to go to sleep. Go to your nest.” But neither made a move away from their current spots. That is, until, David’s lover got up and walked away without a word. He slumped against the cool cave wall feeling the exhaustion starting to hit him. Physical and mental exhaustion combined with the fact that the sun just made him want to sleep, it was all starting to be too much for David to handle. His eyes shut yet again, but they quickly reopened when he felt something cool and wet delicately touching his face.

His lover had returned with a damp rag, and had begun to clean up the blood that David had not bothered to clean off before. They sat in silence as she swiped the rag over his face, neck, and chest. The rag became stained with red, but David was steadily becoming cleaner with every pass. She finished up on his skin, before moving on to a clean part of the rag to gently wipe his hair as best as she could. But David raised his hand up and caught her wrist gently to pull it away.

“Wanna tell me why you’re like this? I’ve never seen you like this David.” She gently rested her hands on David’s legs and watched his face intently. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and out. He looked like he was trying to find a reply that would keep his problems away from his lover while reassuring her that he had everything under control. But he did not have everything under control, and he could not find anything to hide his feelings. He was far too exhausted to come up with a clever response.

“I had a meeting with Max.” He stated bluntly.

“Who’s that?” She asked with a curious expression.

“Right,” David sighed, “forgot you don’t know about him. Max is our sire. The vampire who made all of us vampires.” He explained slowly and quietly. His girlfriend stayed quiet and let him continue.

“He said something tonight that really got to me. I didn’t mean for it to but it did.” David wet his lips and looks down at his hands, still having a soft grip over one of her wrists but not doing anything more than resting on her.

“What, David?” But the man did not say anything. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to get the words to come out. But they refused. He could not repeat what his sire had told him. Letting go of her wrist, his hand came up to cup his lover’s cheek. And that is when it flashed in her head. David was letting his memory flash through her mind’s eye.

She saw the same man from the video store in front of her, and felt herself inhaling a cigarette. But it was not her smoking or standing in front of the video store man; it was David. She watched as the man, Max, was rambling on and on in front of her.

“Honestly, David, all I ask is a little order. A little discipline. Is that too much for you to handle?” Max criticized the vampire in front of him, but David refused to back down.

“I said I would handle it, Max. If it’s rushed, it will backfire.” His voice stayed steady. David hated being treated like he did not know what to do or what was going on by anyone, including Max.

“If you keep that human around much longer without starting the process, it will not end well for anyone.” Max took his glasses off and cleaned them with a cruel smile on his face. In a flash, David was breathing the same air as his sire, staring him dead in the eyes.

“Are you threatening us?” David said sternly. Max brought his glasses up to rest gently on his face.

“And what if I am? That girl is not part of the family. You have no claim over her. As far as I am concerned, she’s an outsider. She is fair game, so to speak.” The elder vampire backed up, and threw his hands up in the air. Moving to his desk, Thorn sat at the side, kept it its eyes on David as he came closer to the vampire.

“I have staked my claim and she is under my protection. I have given her the choice to take it slow for her own sake so she doesn’t do what Star did and hold onto her humanity indefinitely. If you so much as lay a finger on her-“

“You’ll what David? Fight me? I am your father, boy. If I had known you would have caused me this much trouble over a couple girls, I would have left you in that alley all those years ago. I didn’t expect you to be such a disappointment.” Max’s words made David stop where he was. Still a few feet from the desk, but now feeling cold. So very chilly.

“What did you say?” He murmured knowing that Max would still be able to hear him.

“You’re a disappointment, David. I ask you for so little. I ask that you follow a few rules, gather a few new family members for yourself and the boys, and yet you can’t do that. The most basic aspect of our species that ensures our survival.” Max had stated all of this with the same blasé that someone would have talking about the weather. Both vampires watched each other intensely; neither making the first move. But when Max went to open his mouth again, David was quick to shut it.

“Listen here,” David slammed his hands down onto the desk of his sire, “I have followed your stupid rules, and done your bidding whenever asked. And it still wasn’t good enough. I gained the others, not you. Your blood may have turned them but I pulled them in. I made them what they are now. Star was rushed to turn and now look at where that’s gotten us? I now have a half in my cave that despises me for the gift that I gave her on your orders because you wanted a girl. But listen here, if you so much as think about turning my lover without my knowledge or hers, I’ll stake you myself.” David left before his sire had a chance to respond. He straddled his bike, and burned rubber turning away from his sire’s home. David knew that sunrise was approaching, but it did not stop him from following the sounds of a nearby beach party.

She was slowly pulled from the memory before she could see anything else, but the blood on him filled in the gaps. Her heart hurt to think that David had to go through that on his own. The comment had clearly struck a nerve with her vampire lover, and he was trying to deal with it the only way he knew how. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his forehead. Another on his temple, then his cheek. She repeated the actions on the other side and continued down. David simply allowed her to continue, not encouraging but not discouraging her either.

“You’re not a disappointment, David. You do so much for the pack to ever think that way. Don’t every believe him when he says that, my love.” She spoke so softly that it caused David to close his eyes and rest his head against her own.

“I’ll spend the rest of eternity telling you what an amazing man you are, as long as you believe me. And I appreciate you waiting on me, even if you’re dying to have me join you.” Her hand came to rest on the other side of his face that was not tucked against her own. And there they sat, simply existing in each other’s presence. David could not put into words what it meant to him to have her there with him after the night that he had. His body had finally let out its last bit of exhaustion and nothing seemed more amazing than sleep at that moment.

David pulled away and pressed a single, loving kiss to his partner’s lips, and stood up. She followed him up shortly, and rested her hands gently on his chest. With one arm around her back, David bent down and picked his lover up. Carrying her deeper into the cave, her nest had awaited them with his boys nearby. Her nest was specifically located in the nearest alcove to their perch so she was nearby in case David needed to check on her. But it also made it easy to check on the boys if he decided to sleep next to her instead. Ducking underneath the curtains, the inviting bed was just sitting there begging for the couple to lay down. They toed off their shoes, and David removed his jackets. As the couple laid down, David opened his arms for his lover to slot herself into. The daylight pulled David under the veil of sleep quickly and soon enough he was sleeping peacefully.

His lover stayed up for just a little bit longer to watch him sleep. She would feel bad about it, had she not caught her vampiric lover doing the same to her many times over. But it made her happy to see him finally get some sleep after the exhausting night that he had. And she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that David realized that he was not in any way, shape, or form, a disappointment.

[triplefrontierbabe]

Indycar bf! x reader gf! meet the parents

summary: your boyfriend finally meets your parents

pairing: f!reader x bf! David Malukas, Pato O’Ward, Alex Rossi

warning: just some fluff

a/n: this is part of a request from the sweet @bernelflo , the second part of the request will be posted shortly! 🫶

David Malukas

This dinner has been a long time in the works. You first moved to Indianapolis for college which eventually turned into you planting your roots there once you got your first job post-college. Somewhere in the mix of all that you met your current boyfriend David, which was a total surprise and complete matter of circumstances. However, due to David’s schedule with racing, it has been tough to find a time for your parents to visit you to actually meet David– and see your new apartment. But, tonight the pieces are all falling into place.

“Babe, you’ve set and reset the table about ten times now.” David says from the kitchen watching you frantically mess with the table setting. It all had to be perfect. You wanted your parents to see that their little girl was all grown up, in her own apartment, with her own job and her own boyfriend.

“Usually the boyfriend is the one who’s the anxious one in this situation.” You say letting out an exasperated laugh. This was one of the great things about your relationship dynamic with David, he was the one who could calm the storms going on in your mind.

“Oh trust me, I am anxious but it’s not like I’ve never talked to them before.” He responds coming to stand next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It’s true, you and him have facetimed your parents numerous times before but having everyone in the same room is different.

“I know it’ll all be fine but moving away for college was a big adjustment for all of us and I just want them to know I’m doing good, you know?” You say hugging David close.

“I know babe,” He says swaying you both side to side “I know they’re already very proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished.”

Dinner comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Your parents and David really hit it off. Your dad and David share in their love for coffee which results in your dad promising to buy you two a cappuccino machine because your simple Mr. Coffee isn’t enough. And your mom loves telling David all the baby stories about you that she can. It’s fair to say this dinner went very well, to an outsider it would’ve looked like the four of you had been in the same room multiple times before.

As you escort your parents out the door and thank them for making the trip down to Indy, your mom hugs you tightly.

“Oh I’m so proud of you, honey.” She says as she takes a step back and takes your hands in hers. “He’s a good one. The way he looks at you reminds me of how your father looked at me when we were young.”

You can’t help but smile at that compliment. Your parents were high school sweethearts and on top of that, they never seemed to have had a ‘honeymoon’ phase because they never left that. They’ve been so outwardly in love with one another since you can first remember.

“Keep taking good care of her, Dave.” Your dad adds as your parents exit.

“Well, I’d say that went swimmingly.” David says hugging you from behind and planting a kiss on your hair. “Now, we need to figure out where a cappuccino machine will go.”

Pato O’Ward

Pato is stressed to the max when you step into his motorhome. Not only is today the Indy500, but your parents are here. And coincidentally his family is too. You’ve been around the O’Wards plenty since they come to many races. Elba has basically become the sibling you never had since you were an only child. Ever since Pato introduced you to his family, they all welcomed you with open arms making sure that you always felt at home when you were with them.

“What if they don’t like me?” Pato says, running his hand through his hair, looking at you with the most worried look you have ever seen in your life. The same guy who has met some of the most renowned people in the world of motorsports is freaked out about meeting your parents; two people from a small town who become friends with everyone they meet.

“Patito, what’s there to not love about you?” You ask wrapping your arms around Pato’s waist and resting your head against his chest.

“I don’t know, they could think I’m terrible or something. I don’t know.” He retorts, exhaling from his nose.

“They’re gonna love you, I promise. And I love you too.” You respond. “Besides, if they didn’t think highly of you– which they do– they wouldn’t have come all this way.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He says letting his shoulders relax from being so tense.

“I always am.” You respond, leaning up to give him a tender kiss. You know how worked up Pato can get when he gets in his head and that moment causes him to chuckle lightly. His worry is starting to wear off, thankfully.

Soon enough, Pato has to get ready for the race and you and Elba go to the suite where both your parents are at. Upon your arrival, you see everyone already engrossed in conversation, sharing stories. This is a good sign you think to yourself.

It’s very clear Pato wanted to make a good impression on your parents because he wins the race and records the fastest lap. Your dad remarks that he hopes Pato didn’t win on your parent’s accord which earns a laugh from you, your mom and the O’Wards.

When you go down to celebrate with Pato and the team, all his worries from earlier have been washed away. Everyone is bursting with excitement, it feels like you’re in a fever dream because you’re high off pure adrenaline. In the midst of celebratory hugs, Pato hugs your parents. And, if you weren’t standing next to them you wouldn’t have been able to hear him thank your parents for being there.

After the rush of winning subsidies, you, Pato and your families go out for a celebratory dinner. It’s pretty safe to say that the cautionary tale of “bad in-laws” won’t be an issue for either of you in the future.

“Now, Pato, I’ve watched you race a few times on T.V. before,” your dad begins “but, I don’t think any of that has done your talent justice as today has. You’ve got a true gift, kid.”

Bingo. There it is. It’s like a blanket of rapport has finally settled over everyone, nobody even has a single worry in their mind as to whether the families will get along or not.

Alex Rossi

A new interest Alex has picked up since you started dating him was horses. He had recently gained part ownership of a racehorse and much to your chagrin, you’ve been enjoying it. Getting to go to tracks and wear a cute dress and hat has shaken up the monotony of the Indycar season. Now. you and Alex are on your way to one of the many tracks in Kentucky for yet another horse race. The kicker being that your parents are making a trip down to meet Alex.

“Do they think I’m old?” Alex asks as he glances over to you sitting in the passenger seat in the car. You and Alex are just about eight years apart, which isn’t necessarily a lot but him being in his thirties and you in your twenties makes the age gap seem bigger than it is.

“What? No, of course not.” You say scoffing at his absurd question, although it does stick in the back of your mind for the rest of the car ride.

Once the two of you arrive at the track, you make your bouts with Alex greeting familiar faces and checking on the horse, its trainer and jockey.

You have yet to see your parents given that the track is full of people dressed to the nines all milling about. Thankfully Mother Nature decided to be kind this weekend by holding off on the rain.

After more socializing, you finally spot your parents in the distance.

“Oh, there they are Alex.” You say nodding in the direction your parents are.

His face pales for a brief moment. He wants to make a very good impression on your parents and thankfully being at a race where he’s not the one racing puts his mind at ease. But still, meeting the parents is scary even for the grown man.

“They’ll love you.” You say reassuring Alex while lacing your hand with his pulling him towards your parents.

“There they are!” Your dad says, opening his arms for a hug. You hug him then your mom before stepping aside to properly introduce Alex. He extends his hand to give your parents a handshake but your mom instead chooses to give him a hug.

“We’ve heard so much about you Alex!” Your mom says beaming. “I’m so glad we finally get to meet you. You know, she can’t stop talking about you.” You roll your eyes at the typical mom phrase.

Before the race starts you all settle into your seats as the small talk continues. Things seem to be going better than you initially thought. Your dad and Alex bond over their love for Creed, thank goodness because that band is not your cup of tea no matter how hard Alex tries to get you to like them.

The momentum of the day doesn’t end there, your parents decided to take you and Alex out to dinner. And conversation continues to flow effortlessly. You haven’t seen your parents take a liking to a boyfriend of yours so easily before. Granted, in retrospect, those relationships were in a sense juvenile even though you had high hopes. You know how protective your parents are of you, especially since you’re their only kid.

As the night wraps up and you all go your respective ways, you can’t help but pick up the kind words your parents have to Alex.

“It’s been nice getting to know you, Alexander.” Your dad says giving Alex one of those masculine handshake-hugs. “Hopefully next time we’re out for a race, you’re the one on the track.”

“For sure, just let me know when and I’ll get you guys the whole VIP experience.” Alex says smiling, which he notably doesn’t do much around people.

“Job well done, my dear.” Your mom whispers into your ear as she gives you a hug.

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[onlydylanobrien]

Live from New York, It’s Dylan O’Brien!

The 33-year-old plays Dan Aykroyd in Jason Reitman’s Saturday Night, and he’s not sure he hit it out of the park. But he’s okay with that.

DYLAN O’BRIEN HAS led movies that grossed hundreds of millions of dollars at the box office. He’s shared the screen in a thriller with Michael Keaton (2017’s American Assassin), exchanged jokes with Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson (in 2013’s The Internship), been a long-running MTV teen heartthrob (in 92 episodes of Teen Wolf), voiced a Transformer (in 2018’s Bumblebee), and, hell, went toe to toe with Larry David while playing himself on Curb Your Enthusiasm. At 33, he’s accomplished a hell of a lot.

By the time we meet at Men’s Health’s New York City offices to chat on an early September Friday, I’ve already seen a lot of his work. I’ve always liked the way his relaxed demeanor on-screen fits with an undeniable movie-star look—and that holds true in his latest project, Saturday Night (in select theaters now and out nationwide on October 11), in which he stars as comedy legend and original Saturday Night Live cast member Dan Aykroyd; the movie is a depiction of the chaotic 90 minutes before the very first episode of SNL. But I wasn’t sold on his sheer determination—the pure conviction in his character—until I learned that, like myself, he’s a long-suffering fan of the New York Jets.

“I get psyched for the Jets,” he tells me, rocking a full beard, a T-shirt, and a pair of comfortable lacrosse shorts. As he finishes his thought, his eyes light up, but they maintain the slightest sense of eternal frustration behind them. “Even though it’s always like, Jesus Christ.”

Misfortunes of past football seasons aside, O’Brien is as hyped as he’s ever been for the season to come—he’s already done all of his fantasy drafts, though he feels better about some than others—but right now he has one potential problem: He’s going to be in Toronto, for the Toronto International Film Festival, on the night of the Jets season opener. But don’t worry, he’s got it figured out. Saturday Night’s premiere is on Tuesday, and his press schedule on Monday (when the Jets are set to play the San Francisco 49ers) concludes at 5:30 p.m.

“I’m like, I’m going to a pub. I’m getting out of the area, and I’m just going to sit and have some beer and watch the Jets on Monday night all by myself,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “It’s going to be awesome.”

It’s a relatable feeling—for most Jets fans, there’s no happier time than before the season starts, before the annual feelings of dread and doom start to set in. (The Jets would wind up losing to the 49ers, 32-19, in their Week 1 MNF matchup.) But, as Jets fans have learned so well to do over the years, we move on.

O’Brien has a long career behind him, but a long career ahead of him, too. In addition to his upcoming role in Saturday Night (which has earned strong reviews in the early goings), he’s also got the M. Night Shyamalan-produced Caddo Lake premiering on Max this month, and Anniversary, in which he stars alongside Diane Lane and Kyle Chandler, coming at some point in the near future. (It doesn’t currently have a release date.) O’Brien is the kind of actor who elevates the project he’s in, even when the project is already really, really good—but if there’s anything being a Jets fan says about someone, it’s that they know how to adjust, adapt, and bounce back. And in an industry as fickle as show business—which is put on full display in Saturday Night—that’s about as important a quality as any to have in your back pocket.

Ahead of the release of several of the biggest and most exciting projects of his career, O’Brien sat down with Men’s Health to discuss how he keeps himself sane and centered, prepping to play a comedy icon, and some of those casting rumors about him out there on the Internet.

MEN’S HEALTH: What kind of routines do you maintain for your mental and physical health?

DYLAN O’BRIEN: I don’t go to the gym. I’m not a gym guy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t exercise or train or anything. I would say I go in and out of that. I’m usually the type who’s either on a pretty consistent routine and trying to hit it hard and take care of myself for a period of time, and then I’ll let it go for a little bit. Some of that’s influenced by my schedule, too. When you go to work, it’s hard to keep up some kind of regimen. But when I’m home and I’m in between jobs, I’ve become a very domesticated individual. I love grocery shopping and cooking my own meals.

MH: What’s your favorite thing to make?

DOB: If I had to pick one thing, I love, to the soul, making a soup. It’s literally the first thing I’ll do when I go anywhere to settle in. Just a homemade chicken soup, with a chicken carcass, and get creative with the veggies.

MH: Do you have a mental health routine?

DOB: That’s typically what drives the eating and the exercising. I always feel best when I’m in a nice routine and taking care of myself. As I’ve gotten into my 30s, sleep is so important, and periods of laying off alcohol are so important. Just treating your body right and getting rest. I like to do a cold plunge session, and that’s very meditative for me. I’ll follow the simple program of “exhaust the body, relax the mind” when I’m going right.

“I was self-conscious that I DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HIM, that I DIDN’T SOUND LIKE HIM, that I thought people wouldn’t think me—Dan Aykroyd.”

MH: I totally understand the concept of using whatever levels us as therapy. Sometimes after work I just need to put the Yankees on and do absolutely nothing in order to fully detox and feel right.

DOB: That’s my soul. The Mets… obviously, baseball is a nearly every day thing. And even when the Mets are not going well, what’s soothed me since I was closely following them when I was a kid is [broadcasters Gary Cohen, Keith Hernandez, and Ron Darling]. Literally, even just throwing the game on in the background while I’m getting dinner ready and just listening to those guys talk baseball—that settles me to my core. I’m totally with you on that.

MH: Is watching sports your main way of decompressing at the end of a long day?

DOB: If it’s baseball season, yeah, nightly Mets is nice. If I’m working, I’ve been known to be on jobs and randomly be bingeing some reality show while I’m on it. It’s such a decompressor at the end of the day. I love reality TV.

MH: What’s your favorite?

DOB: Of all time?

MH: Yeah.

DOB: Well, it’s between Jersey Shore and Vanderpump Rules as far as the all-timers. I’ve been a longtime OG Vanderpump fan, pre-Scandoval, and I just think that show’s a masterpiece. And Jersey Shore is a masterpiece, too. I did a film, Ponyboi, that’s very Jersey-centric, and so I drilled all of the first four seasons of Jersey Shore. My whole routine for that movie, when I needed to decompress, was just working out and watching reality TV. I lost a lot of weight, too, for that movie, and I was just trying to make my little chicken breast, and eat my salad, and work out, and watch Jersey Shore.

MH: Let’s talk about Saturday Night. How would you describe your version of Dan Aykroyd?

DOB: It might be the thing most open to interpretation I’ve ever done. By that, I mean it really was just leaping out of the nest. I’m playing this real person, but [director Jason Reitman] had no intention of just copying the person coming in. He really wanted everyone to have their own spin on the person, which, if you’re overthinking it, can be tough to do because it can be very easy to do. If you’re like, I’m just going to watch my guy’s interviews and sketches, then you can kind of fall into imitation. As far as I know, I was just doing what I thought he was like. But I don’t fucking know. That instinct was that Jason was always telling me what to run with. He was big on not overpreparing, not overwatching things, and not impersonating. I’m curious to hear people’s take, because I don’t really know. I just went with my gut.

MH: Was there one signature quality of Dan you wanted to capture?

DOB: A very earnest intelligence—he’s so quick, it was exhausting. I would always say how exhausted I was, because I’m playing someone who’s way quicker than I am, and so I’m constantly operating at a speed I can’t operate at, because he’s so sharp and fast and he never fumbles and he never curses. He never bides time. You know what I mean?

MH: Absolutely.

DOB: He’s so precise with his improvisation and his comedic skills. I came away with such a larger appreciation than I even had for his genius. And he was so young—he was a kid. He was 23 on that first season of SNL. I never processed him as being too worried about too much, which was a funny contrasting energy to the very tense atmosphere of the film in the hour and a half before showtime. He’s so loose.

MH: It’s interesting you say that, because it’s something I totally clocked, too—Dan is kind of the calm part of a storm that includes people like Chevy Chase (Cory Michael Smith) and John Belushi (Matt Wood). How did you maintain that presence as the movie’s level head?

DOB: My way of achieving that, with permission from Jason, was to embrace this quality in myself that I didn’t originally associate to Dan—that I only then did after Jason pointed it out to me—which was to have an aloofness on set. I feel very relaxed in that space. In a way, I wasn’t too worried. But that comes with the caveat that I entered this process thinking I was so wrong for the part.

MH: Why did you think that?

DOB: I don’t know. I was self-conscious that I didn’t look like him, that I didn’t sound like him, that I thought people wouldn’t think me—Dan Aykroyd. And I guess it was an insecurity that I would be skewered for being miscast or something. But even with that insecurity, again, I’m still so happy to be there and, like, whatever, fuck it. I don’t care if that’s the response. I’m boned, but whatever. It’s great to be here and get to do this, and what a blast of a thing to get to be a part of. So, weirdly enough, that type of aloofness amidst other people having to handle some really tense stuff was what Jason was telling me to embrace.

MH: Have you met Dan?

DOB: No. Not yet. I’m supposed to meet him at TIFF. And apparently that will be both of our first times seeing the movie.

MH: That will be great.

DOB: There was a moment early on, when you go into something like this, you’re playing someone, you imagine that they might want to speak to you. They might be hell-bent on speaking to you, they might be crazy about getting their hands in it, or they might be totally hands off. And to hear that he was so not worried about it, if anything, was the first moment I was like, Oh, maybe we’re right. Because I would’ve met with him, too, but I also didn’t need it. I would have if he insisted. I’d be like, Of course—I’ve got to do that. But I vibe with the fact that he was like, no, let the kid go do it. That’s how I feel like I would react.

MH: What’s your favorite movie of his?

DOB: I was a big Blues Brothers kid. I did the Blues Brothers for my talent show in third grade. I was also a big Tommy Boy kid.

MH: I’ve loved a lot of the comedic stuff that you’ve gotten to do, including your Curb Your Enthusiasm guest appearance. What was working with Larry like?

DOB: Oh, it’s just a blast. He’s a Jets fan, too—I remember that was our first conversation we had. It was like I was just talking to a buddy, at [the popular TriBeCa bar] Walker’s, or something about the Jets. I’ve worked with a lot of comedians, and that space can be weird. The energy can be very overstimulating, and those personalities can tend to be really loud and competing. It can be a very odd atmosphere sometimes. Going to work with a guy like that… I was like, Who knows, he could be a fucking total narcissist tycoon, and he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been more generous, couldn’t have been quicker to laugh at someone else and let someone else have the spotlight. I couldn’t think more of the guy. He’s amazing.

MH: It’s been almost a decade since your accident on the Maze Runner set. When you look back at your recovery, how has that experience most impacted your life?

DOB: It was a life-changing incident. I’ve approached everything differently, you could say, particularly with regards to standing my ground on set. It’s very commonplace in the culture for young actors to be controlled, and the way they strive to do that is by always being like, Oh, don’t become difficult. Don’t be a pain in the ass. Or Are you complaining, are you being difficult? Things like that. I learned after the accident to not conflate taking care of yourself and looking after yourself. Don’t let them manipulate you into thinking that is being difficult, because I can look at that day and know I was a 24-year-old kid who was raising concerns about how we were approaching things, and they were not listened to, they were not respected. And then what happened happened. And by all accounts, it was all pretty gotten away with, I would say, as well. It’s taught me that, at the end of the day, in these spaces, you have your own back, and that’s the most you can rely on. I just turned 33. I’ve been doing this for 15 years. I know the person I am, and the character I bring to set, and the way I treat people and the way that I treat a workspace, and I know I’m not difficult. I know I’m not an asshole. I know I was trying to protect myself that day, and so I’ve just never forgotten that. That’s always rung true as being the thing to hold with me.

“It’s taught me that, at the end of the day, in these spaces, you HAVE YOUR OWN BACK, and that’s the MOST YOU CAN RELY ON.”

MH: And this is something that’s always in the back of your mind, just knowing that you’ve had this experience and it’s shaped where you are now.

DOB: It helps me. It’s a shame. It’s a shame that it had to be that for me. To build this armor for myself of just being like, No, man, I’m going to look after myself, I’m going to take care of myself, and there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with asking questions. There’s nothing wrong with bringing ideas, even if we’re talking creatively. It’s our job to bring ideas. There’s nothing wrong with raising concerns. There’s nothing wrong with being like, “I think we could do this better, I think we could do this differently.” You know what I mean? That’s the process. It’s a collaborative process. It’s a creative process, but also you’re dealing with big dangerous shit sometimes, too.

MH: Throughout the years, you’ve been rumored to become the Flash and Spider-Man. Is there any truth to the rumors?

DOB: No, never.

MH: Nothing?

DOB: No, none of it. Yeah.

MH: Is that of interest if an opportunity ever came up? Are you a comic book person?

DOB: I never have been. But I wouldn’t rule out anything. Certainly, it’s not of interest to me as of now. Maybe when I was 20 and they were rebooting Spider-Man—I was excited about that. But I didn’t even get past the casting pre-call or anything. No, none of those rumors have ever been true. I didn’t even know there were rumors. I just thought they were people just putting it out there.

MH: People put a bunch of stuff out there and then places pick it up and then stuff snowballs.

DOB: None of anything I’ve ever read about myself is true. So, if you want to use that template, that’s my experience.

MH: So what is of interest to you? What’s your dream?

DOB: There are obviously filmmakers I’ve loved since I was a kid who I would love to work with. I always want to challenge myself, and I always want to go with my gut and trust when I respond to something, I’m responding to it for a reason. Trust that when I’m scared of something, maybe that’s a good thing I should lean into. Try to find the new filmmakers, and try to champion them, and be a part of the early parts of the careers of our new wave of filmmakers. Try to champion original things as much as I can, too. I feel like that’s obviously trending so much further and further away, and towards extinction, that I just feel like it’s important to lend yourself to those things when you can, as much as you can.

This interview has been edited for content and clarity.

Source: menshealth.com