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#— ❝「 ʟᴏsᴛ ʙᴏʏ; 」

thcpreciousone:

“I’m not on the clock.” Opal snapped in response to someone calling out to her. She didn’t even turn around to fully address who it was. She wanted to be left alone and for a young woman who usually always craved to be around other people, this attitude was a rarity.

Tootles was making a drop to another fairy when he heard Opal snapping at somebody, his brows furrowed together in concern as he searched the crowded bar for who she was responding to — fairy or client? he wasn’t sure, nobody he could spot looked like they might be surprised, annoyed or angry for how she spoke to them. Tootles told the other fairy he would collect the money she owed him later, making a mental note to remember to actually go back and get the money from her once he had checked up on Opal. The other Lost Boys often covered for Tootles with George when he let payments slide, but he knew now wasn’t the best time to be forgetting to collect his payments.

“Opal,“ Tootles called out softly, following her through the bar, “Opal, is everything okay?“

#— ❝ 「 ᴛʜᴄᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜsᴏɴᴇ; 」

reformedfairy:

Maggie had always been fond of escapism. When things got too dark in her head, the easiest solution was head to a bar. But now that was no longer an option, the redhead found herself perched under a tree, magazine in her lap and a jagged rock beside her in case any Rogers decided to try anything on this oddly peaceful Sunday evening.

Tootles couldn’t wait to return to the Loft. The sun had been beating down all afternoon, only now giving them a reprieve from the heat now that it was finally setting for the night. He had been running errands all day, mostly drug deals, but he wanted nothing more than to strip off of his clothes that were damp with sweat and climb into a cold, refreshing shower. On his way home to the Loft, he spotted a familiar red head sitting under a tree and called out to her as he approached, a smile spreading across his lips.

“What you got there, Mags?“

#— ❝ 「 ʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅꜰᴀɪʀʏ; 」

gogetemtiiiger:

“Have you been to see him yet?” Lily asked, glad he was okay. A thousand thoughts racing through her head as she thought about him. This was enough to scare anyone off Neverland for good, but losing a Lost Boy even a rookie was always hard.

“And Dante?” She hadn’t seen the car after the blast, surely he was roughed up bad. Between her head and the smoke, she hadn’t seen much of anything. She’d known about Lewis because she could hear people talking about him in the halls. But not a word on Dante. Maybe he was on another floor, for burns or in surgery?

Tootles nodded, “I’ve just come from his room. He’s okay, you shouldn’t worry about him.” Lewis would be okay. The doctors had told them that much after what felt like hours of waiting to hear about his condition. Tootles had paced up and down the waiting room, nervously chewing on his finger nails. A bad habit his Grandma had always scrutinised him for.

“Oh,“ Tootles said, his eyes widening as he realised that Lily had no idea about what happened to Dante — what his family had lost. “Dante didn’t make it, Tigs.“ Tootles said, his voice deep with sorrow. He hadn’t seen Emmett or Renee yet, but he knew exactly what it was they must be feeling right about now. His parents had died in a car crash when he was five years old, his Grandma too only a little over two years ago.

#— ❝ 「 ɢᴏɢᴇᴛᴇᴍᴛɪɪɪɢᴇʀ; 」

crcwnlessqueen:

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Casey challenged quickly, raising an eyebrow as if daring for Tootles to continue. She didn’t need her weaknesses pointed out at her; she lived with them every day. And even if she was failing at keeping up the pretense, she’d hold onto it until her last dying breath.

“Pretty fucking peachy over here.”

“It was just a question.“ Tootles replied, raising his hands as if he was surrendering to her. He never intended any harm by his words, they had come from a place of concern for his friend — he hadn’t meant to piss her off. “I was just worried that’s all.” Tootles was starting to wonder if he’d ever not feel worried for his friends anymore. Would there ever be a day when he didn’t wake up with some new danger looming over their heads?

#— ❝ 「 ᴄʀᴄᴡɴʟᴇssǫᴜᴇᴇɴ; 」

gogetemtiiiger:

“Nothing’s wrong with my legs.” She joked, rather darkly. The majority of the damage had been from her waist up, the window sill meeting her hip and shielding everything below it. Tiger pulled her I.V. pole beside her to stand in front of him. As if to confirm that she was not worth such a sad face. “How’s Lewis?”

Tootles watched her with concern as she pulled her I.V pole beside her and stood in front of him. He could have pointed out that she was relying on the pole to stand up, or so it seemed, but Lily was just as stubborn and resilient as the rest of the girls. He knew there was no point in trying to change her mind. “He’s a bit roughed up,” Tootles admitted, rubbing awkwardly at his upper arm, “The doctors say he’s going to be okay.”

#— ❝ 「 ɢᴏɢᴇᴛᴇᴍᴛɪɪɪɢᴇʀ; 」

dailyalbertorosende

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#— ❝「 ʟᴏsᴛ ʙᴏʏ; 」

gogetemtiiiger:

“I’m fine.” Lily said tugging on her sweatshirt to hide the patches on her skin. She kept the arm with the I.V. out, pulling it behind her as she went to find a nurse to take it out. She wanted to be in the waiting room with everyone else. Fetching doughnuts and burgers and making people laugh, instead she was in another room risking being dragged home by her parents.

His knuckles rapped against the door before he pushed it open, stepping inside of her hospital room just as she was pulling the jumper over her head. Tootles caught a glimpse of them— the burns. It was only a brief, fleeting moment before the jumper covered them again. Casey had said she had suffered from some burns, but it still didn’t stop the cold, pang of feeling helpless from stabbing his gut. People he cared about kept getting injured around him and there was nothing Tootles could do to stop it.

“Should you be out of bed?“

#— ❝ 「 ɢᴏɢᴇᴛᴇᴍᴛɪɪɪɢᴇʀ; 」

crcwnlessqueen:

“She has burns that need to be treated, but she’ll be alright. Already kicking up a fuss that I brought her here.” Casey responded, her voice flat and hollow. Being in this hospital was not an experience that she ever wanted to have again. She gripped the arm of the chair as she tried to swallow back her rising panic, push back the memory of sobbing in this very waiting room.

There’s nothing we can do.

“How’s Lewis?”

Tootles brows furrowed together with concern as Casey explained Lily’s injuries to him. She never should have been injured, neither should have Lewis and Dante never should have died. It shouldn’t be like this. Hadn’t they already lost enough? “That sounds like Lily.” He said, smiling despite the hollow sound of his voice. “He’s banged up a bit. Some lacerations, a concussion and a perforated ear drum. He should be okay.” He hoped he would be okay.

"What about you, are you going to be okay?" He asked, noticing her hands gripping the arm of her chair.

#— ❝ 「 ᴄʀᴄᴡɴʟᴇssǫᴜᴇᴇɴ; 」

crcwnlessqueen:

She couldn’t claim to know Lewis well, but it never settled right with Casey when the Lost Boys took a hit. So that’s why after tending to Lily, she mustered up the courage to sit in the waiting room of a hospital she hadn’t been to since she’d heard those fateful words: there’s nothing we can do.

“How is she?“ Tootles asked, pulling the sleeves of his black Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles jumper over his hands. Dante was dead, Lewis was concussed and suffering from lacerations from shards of glass and a cut above his eyebrow and now Lily was being treated for injuries too. Tootles couldn’t help but feel like everybody around him was being picked off one by one. First Chuck, then Nibs and Dylan were tortured and now Lily, Lewis and even Dante.

#— ❝ 「 ᴄʀᴄᴡɴʟᴇssǫᴜᴇᴇɴ; 」

lewisayer:

Lewis swallowed, keeping a hold of his composure for Tootles’ sake. It was hard to be upset with that particular Lost Boy around, he radiated a sort of light from him that made him feel like he wanted to shield him from whatever was out there that might dull that shine. Easier said than done, he was starting to realise.

“So who won then?” He asked, already feeling even more useless of a Lost Boy than he already did with his doctor’s prognosis still at the forefront of his thoughts.

“You actually woke up a lot sooner than most of them thought.“ Did that make Lewis the winner here? Tootles wasn’t sure, but he knew Lewis probably wouldn’t look at it that way. After all, he was still lying in a hospital bed after being injured during what Tootles now knew to be a car bombing. He had so many questions he wanted to ask Lewis, so many difference concerns and worries for the other Lost Boy lapping against the forefront of his mind like the waves against the rocks at the shore. How was he feeling? Did he see what had happened? Did he see who had done it? So many questions, so many panicked thoughts racing through his mind but neither of them seemed appropriate to raise out loud.

#— ❝ 「 ʟᴇᴡɪsᴀʏᴇʀ; 」

lewisayer:

Sat up in his hospital bed, Lewis’ mind was clear for the first time since the explosion. Not as much morphine in his system as before, just him, the pain and his mind scrutinising over every last detail that had lead to a man’s death. He had known the risks of embroiling himself with Neverland, he had heard the ominous warnings and the whispers of dark things passed.

He hadn’t expected to nearly die there, much less on an evening that had started out so joyously for him.

“Oh.. Hey.” He greeted, uncharacteristically unenthusiastically when he realised he wasn’t alone in the room.

Tootles had offered to visit the hospital and check in with Lewis once he had heard what had happened to the new recruit. Tootles wasn’t good with a knife, a gun or his hands unlike Silver, John and Robbie. He was a kind boy with a heart of gold, no matter how much he hated the Captain and his Jolly Rogers for everything they had put his friends through — his family through — he didn’t want any part of what ever retribution George would inflict on them. At least if he was at the hospital, watching over Lewis, he could be of use to somebody and do something for his family.

“Some of the boys were thinking about taking bets on how long you’d take to wake up.“ Tootles teased, though there was an uneasy edge to his voice, it was sheepish almost. As if Tootles was afraid that Lewis would be upset or angry at his attempt to inject humour into the situation. Tootles couldn’t heal his injuries, or make the people responsible for them pay but he could try and ease his pain with a little laughter.

His Nan had always said laughter was the best remedy.

#— ❝ 「 ʟᴇᴡɪsᴀʏᴇʀ; 」

reformedfairy:

“What the hell was that?” Maggie repeated back to him as a yelp, partly to answer Tootles’ question of being okay but mainly because she really wanted to know. Pushing aside the plate of cookies and the unfinished bowl of the new batch, the redhead raised herself on her tiptoes to look out the window, eyes widening when she witnessed what was outside. Immediately, her hand reached out to take one of the kitchen knives in case the danger came creeping inside – it could only be one group, after all.

“Shit– Fire. Outside!”

“Fire?“ Tootles repeated, brown eyes darting over at her. “There’s a fi— How is there a fire?” His mind raced to all the possible reasons there could be behind the fire that raged on outside and everyone lead him towards one group. The Jolly Rogers. How could it not have been them? It was only a short time ago that Peter and Nibs had burned their cinema down. It was only a matter of time before they returned the favour.

#— ❝ 「 ʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅꜰᴀɪʀʏ; 」

reformedfairy:

Maggie always found solace in the kitchen during the meetings, knowing that it wasn’t her business or her place to be anywhere near them. Humming lightly to herself, she drowned her batter in chocolate chips, nudging Gizmo away when she came inspecting the bowl. The horrendous blasting sound threw her completely off balance, and paired with the shaking of the entire Loft, her first reaction was to duck to the ground and scream.

Tootles jumped up from his seat on the sofa, wild eyed and confused as he glanced frantically around The Loft. One minute there had been silence, the air filled with the delicious scent of Maggie’s baking ·— warm cookies, soft brownies and sugary cakes. It reminded Tootles of his Nan’s house on a Saturday evening when she would bake and prepare treats for everybody at Sunday service ·— and the next it felt like the whole building was shaking. “What was that?!” He asked, brown eyes searching his surroundings. His heart was pounding against rib cage. Were they under attack? Or had a car just backfired? “Maggie, are you okay?” He called out to her, his eyes now trained on the door. If they were under attack, what if the people attacking them came through the doors. What would Tootles do then? He wasn’t a fighter, he’d nearly broken his own hand the first time he tried using the punching bag in the basement.

#— ❝ 「 ʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅꜰᴀɪʀʏ; 」

harryhijenks:

“Or we could go out and have an actual kick about? Save on Robbie’s wrath, plus I could do with some fresh air.” Harry rubbed his tired, bloodshot eyes. He had been holed up in his room for over a day and just now felt up to going out and actually doing something.

“Feeling like a trapped bird?“ Tootles wondered, brown eyes wandering over his friend with concern. He looked tired, Tootles thought. He wondered if he’d been getting much sleep lately, or if something had been troubling him and keeping him up at night.

#— ❝ 「 ᴛʏʟᴇʀᴊᴇɴᴋs; 」

tylerjenks:

“Nah. Don’t mess with the rules, Tootles. That was an iconic New Years and those rules stay as they are.” Tyler dug into his chips with gusto, talking with his mouth full. “So, in conclusion, no chips for you.”

Tootles smiled fondly at the memory of their last New Years Eve party, bottles and party plates had been found in every corner of the loft for a week afterwards. Grace hadn’t been too impressed, but Tootles had helped her with the clean up and promised it wouldn’t happen again. It would, but his heart had been in the right place. “We’re Lost Boys, I thought the only rule was never to grow up?”

#— ❝ 「 ᴛʏʟᴇʀᴊᴇɴᴋs; 」

thcpreciousone:

“Mine. I haven’t posted in a while. I need to make sure my followers know what they’re missing.” Opal retorted as she brandished at herself. Holding up her phone to Tuttles, she tilted her head as she waited for him to grab it.

“You’ll take the picture, won’t you?”

“I have missed your colourful hashtags.“ He admitted, grabbing the phone from Opal and taking a few steps backwards to take her picture. Nobody like a close up. ”Are you ready? I’m going to count to three and then we’re off.“ He waited for her approval, before beginning the countdown. “One, two, three.. Oh, don’t forget to say cheese!”

#— ❝ 「ᴛʜᴄᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜsᴏɴᴇ; 」

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