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Hiii,I was wondering if you could do some head cannons about tlb about if you were to start becoming distant from them and hanging out with ur friends a lot more and what they would do.Thank You

When you start becoming distant

The Lost Boys headcanons

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope I did an okay job with this! Since you didn't specify why the reader would start becoming distant from them, I made up some reasons.

Warning: slight angst, feelings of insecurity, misunderstandings, jealousy, don't worry everything gets resolved! (cause I don't like a sad ending)

It was a gradual shift really. At first you cancelled only a few nights here and there, then two or three a week, and by the time it got really obvious that there was something wrong, there were substantially more nights when they didn't see you than when they did. The excuses were varying: you had some chores you needed to do, you weren't feeling well, you were meeting up with friends, you were called in for a last minute shift at work, you were tired and didn't wanna go out. Even if they offered to keep you company while you did your chores or when you just wanted to stay in, you said it was okay and told them to go have fun instead. But it just wasn't as fun as when you were there.

It was clear you were becoming distant, and they were determined to do something about it.

David

David got suspicious when you cancelled the third date night in a row. Sure, you skipped a few of your casual hangouts with the boys, but he understood those. His brothers could be a handful sometimes, he knew that better than anyone else.

Date night was different though. You loved date nights when it was just the two of you. That's when the both of you were the most affectionate.

He was understanding the first two times, now he was just sulking. If you didn't want to hang out with him that was fine. He won't be the one to run to you begging to spend more time with him, he will wait until you felt like talking again.

But no matter how many times he was telling himself that it was fine and he won't run after you, he still found himself tailing you when you told him you would be meeting up with friends. He still stood outside your workplace when you told him you were called in for a shift.

He just needed to know. Needed to know where you went, what you did, who you were with. Needed to know why you didn't want to spend more time with him.

He wasn't stalking you, he told himself, he just wanted to make sure there wasn't another guy. Because even though he felt secure in your relationship before, the more nights you cancelled and the less he saw you he started having doubts. And in the deepest parts of his dark little heart he started getting jealous.

Jealousy was eating away at him as he stood in the shadows of a game booth, watching you have fun with your friends on the boardwalk. You've been hanging out with them a lot more recently, and David wanted to know what they had that he couldn't give you.

He was in his head so much, he failed to notice when one of your friends pointed him out to you. Turning around, you spotted him, and after a few words to your group you marched over.

"Are you following me, David?" you questioned him, not necessarily angry, sounding more like a parent tired of their child's antics.

"No," he replied, not at all convincingly.

You sighed then looked him in the eye, your hands on your hips.

"Are you sure? Cause I'm pretty certain I've been seeing you a lot lately hiding around corners, watching me. I would count that as following."

He had nothing to say to that, and after a few beats of silence while you were staring at him expectantly, he finally decided to just ask.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

A confused frown appeared on your face.

"What do you mean? I'm not avoiding you."

"Yes, you are," he countered, frustration growing in his voice. "You cancelled three date nights, and it very much looks like you don't want to be with me anymore."

You stared at him dumbstruck.

"Of course I want to be with you. There's just been a lot going on. I told you that one of my friends got broken up with by her girlfriend and that we've all been trying to cheer her up. She's in a pretty bad state and we want to be there for her."

Now it was his turn to stare back at you.

"You didn't tell me that."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you didn't."

You were left speechless, your mind searching for a memory of you mentioning any of this to him, but you couldn't find one.

"Maybe... I forgot." Your voice was small as you admitted it.

There was an awkward moment of silence between the two of you as the crowd of the boardwalk bustled on around you. Then you grasped his gloved hands into yours.

"I'm so sorry, David. I swear I thought I told you. It wasn't my intention to ignore you. I'm sorry if it felt that way."

The look you gave him was so sincere, so full of pleading. He couldn't stay mad at you when you looked at him like that. He let out a long sigh before he said,

"It's fine, don't worry about it, love."

The relieved smile that lit up your face caused the corner of his mouth to quirk up too.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just give me a few more hours and I'll be all yours," you said, planting a small kiss on his lips. "My place?"

A smirk grew on his face.

"Fine, but I'm not letting you off easy."

"I'm not counting on it," you chuckled. "At least you will finally stop your brooding."

"I'm not brooding," he denied, the tips of his ears turning red.

"Yes, you are," you grinned back at him, the tension between you already forgotten.

You gave him another peck on the mouth, then with a wave and a "See you later" you joined your friends once again.

David just smiled to himself as he walked away. Oh, he's going to make you make it up to him alright.

Dwayne

Dwayne was quick to notice that something was going on, he was an observant guy after all, but he let you be at first.

He didn't mind if you skipped a few dates or hangouts. He was really considerate, giving you space even if he didn't fully believe some of the excuses you gave him.

When you started cancelling half your plans together he became concerned. So he started following you around.

He would keep his distance, just making sure that you looked okay. He was worried that you might be sick or going through a rough patch mentally. You told him you were fine, but still he was ready to take care of you from the shadows if he saw it necessary.

You've been hanging out with your small group of friends particularly often, and from what he could see from your interactions with them, most of the time it seemed like they were comforting you or trying to cheer you up. It made him even more concerned.

He decided to confront you one night as you were making your way home from meeting with your friends. When he appeared in front of you on the quiet street, you almost bolted. He didn't give you time to run or to make up excuses though, he cut right to the case.

"You don't want to see me." The fact that it wasn't even a question broke your heart a little.

"It's not like I don't want to see you, Dwayne," you sighed. You sounded tired. You were tired.

"But you've been avoiding me," he furrowed his brows, trying so hard to understand your thinking, even though you couldn't fully understand it yourself.

"That's... true," you admitted hesitantly, and his frown deepened.

He wasn't supposed to see you like this. You needed more time to work through the thoughts swirling in your brain. Looking at his face now, so full of concern, it reminded you that this is the exact scenario you wanted to avoid.

You ran your fingers through your hair, your nails scraping against your scalp in agitation. He was patient though, waiting for you to battle it out in your head, to take your time with finding the right words for what you wanted to say.

"I've been feeling... off lately," you started slowly, sending him a tentative glance and he gave you an encouraging nod, prompting you to continue.

"It's stupid really," you chuckled wryly.

But he took your hand in his, eyes full of sincerity as he said,

"It's not stupid if it's making you feel this way."

Damn, why did he always knew just the right thing to say? It made your insides feel all kinds of fuzzy. It also gave you the strenght to say what's been plaguing your mind, what you've been ashamed to let him see, what made you avoid him, too afraid that he would see right through you.

"I've just been feeling like I'm not good enough for you."

It was nothing more than a whisper, and you didn't look at him while saying so, but he heard it loud and clear. It also broke his heart.

His finger under your chin gently guided you to lift your head. When you looked into his beautiful brown eyes, what you saw was a profound sadness, but also so much love.

"You're more than enough," he said, his voice low and assured. There was no doubt in your mind that he fully meant every word.

Your eyes were becoming glossier, and you had to blink a few times to prevent the tears from falling.

Dwayne leaned in close in turn, pressing his lips gently but firmly against your own, sealing his words. When he pulled back, his gaze meeting yours with an inquisitive look, you took a big gulp and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you reassured him, and this time you really felt like you were.

"Good," he murmured and pulled you into a tight hug.

Going forward, he would do everything in his power to make you feel like the most cherished person in the world, so there would be no chance for doubt to ever enter your mind again.

Paul

Surprisingly, he was quick to pick up on it when you started becoming distant. You would think that, given his easygoing personality and the fact that he's high most of the time, it would take him some time to notice the growing distance between you.

But there was one aspect of his nature that made this impossible. Paul was needy. Extremely so. Therefore, when you started cancelling your hangouts two or three times a week, he knew that something was going on.

And he made it everyone else's problem, except yours. After a few days the boys were sick of listening to him ramble and whine about how you didn't love him anymore, how you didn't want to be with him, how much life sucks. Yes, he might have been very high during most of this.

When he couldn't take it anymore, David asked the obvious.

"Have you talked to them about it?"

That made Paul pause. Then he started pouting at the exasperated sighs and the disbelieving "Duuuude" coming from Marko as he buried his face in his palm.

"Okay, fine, I'll talk to them."

So that's how it happened that one night, as you arrived home from an outing with your friends, you found Paul in your room, sitting on your bed, in the dark, waiting for you.

You barely had time to recover from the heart attack he almost caused you when you switched on the lights. He was already questioning you.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

After your heartrate slowed down to its normal rhythm, you finally had time to look at him properly. He was sitting with his arms crossed and a pout on his lips.

"What?" you asked, not sure you heard him correctly.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he repeated, his tone just as strange as the first time.

"I'm not avoiding you," you replied, confused.

"You are. You're cancelling our dates, you're always busy, and I can't even remember the last time you gave me any proper attention." He paused. "Are you breaking up with me?"

He looked at you with such sad eyes, you immediately discarded your bag at the door, crossing the room in a few big strides, then plopping yourself down on the bed right in front of him. You took his face in your hands, your thumb rubbing his cheek reassuringly.

"I'm not breaking up with you, Paulie. I'm so sorry for making you ever doubt that."

You pressed a small kiss on lips, and he seemed to calm down a little. Then a small frown made its way back on his face.

"Then why don't you want to see me?"

You sighed.

"It's not that I don't want to see you. Life has just been very busy lately. A coworker got sick, then another, and I've been doing double shifts because we don't have enough people. I also had friends come visiting from out of town, so I've been spending time with them while they're here."

He seemed to mull over everything that you said, but he still wasn't fully convinced.

"And what about that night two days ago when you said you didn't wanna go out and I said I'll stay with you and you told me not to."

"I just wanted you to go have fun. I was tired from work and I didn't want you to get bored with just laying around all night."

He looked genuinely appalled.

"Babe, I could never be bored when I'm with you."

Your heart melted a little.

"I know that now. I'm sorry for making you feel neglected, Paulie."

He couldn't stay mad at you any longer when you started peppering his face with apologetic kisses. He chuckled at your ministrations and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you with him so you were lying on top of him. His lips attached themselves to yours, his hands running up and down your sides before finding their place on your hips. Before long, you were sighing from pleasure.

But just as things were getting heated, Paul drew back for a second.

"Please don't do that again. Don't forget about me," he muttered and he sounded so sincere, it broke your heart a little.

"I could never forget about you," you promised him, looking him deep in the eyes as you did, making sure he really believed you.

The small smile that etched itself onto his face said everything you needed to know.

Marko

Let's be honest, it would take him a bit more time to notice that something was going on than some of the others. He's not as needy as Paul, not as observant as Dwayne. You're also not the type of couple who spend every minute of every day together. So he wouldn't even question it at first when you started to cancel a few dates and hangouts. He would be disappointed, sure, but he wouldn't necessarily be concerned.

That would all change however, when he spotted you with your friends one night on the boardwalk. You were supposed to meet up with him and the boys, but you cancelled saying that you have some important stuff to do. Yes, it stung a little that you chose your friends over him. What really rattled his brain was the way you were interacting with one of the guys in your group.

The two of you seemed... close. You were touching each other's arms, you were laughing at his jokes, he even hugged you when you won something at one of the shooting games.

He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it bothered him enough that he started following you. Every time you hung out with your friends on the boardwalk, he would be there, watching. And the way you behaved with that particular guy hasn't changed at all. It was clear you were paying special attention to him, and that has woken something in Marko.

He was pretty confident in himself and your loyalty, never had a sign that made him question your love for him. You were a devoted partner.

But as he sees you spending more time with your friends than you've done before, on nights when you would usually hang out with him, and on top of that, paying extra attention to this guy, it made him feel replaced.

He wasn't jealous per se, it wasn't in his nature, but he still felt this uncomfortable stirring in his chest.

It made him question thing he's never really thought about before. Was he not enough for you? Were you getting bored of him?

He mostly just shook his head when these thoughts started creeping in. And he decided to do something about them.

He wasn't the type who got lost in his head sulking like David, he didn't whine and pout like Paul. He was the type who took action. Because let's face it, aside from Dwayne, he was probably the most competent when it came to communication, simply because he liked to see things straight.

So one night, as you arrived home from a meetup with your friends, you found Marko waiting just outside your front door.

As soon as you stepped into view he straightened up, the expression on his face unreadable. It made you a bit uneasy.

"Hey, sugar," he greeted, his tone lacking its usual cheekiness.

"Hey, babe," you replied hesitantly.

"Had fun?"

"Yeah..." You couldn't stand this weird atmosphere anymore. "Marko, what's going on?"

He took a deep breath and asked the question that's been eating up his brain.

"Who's the guy?"

You stared at him confused.

"What guy?"

"That guy in your friend group. The one you seemed pretty close with lately."

You didn't even think about how he got this information, your eyes just lit up with understanding.

"Oh, that's Darren. Why?"

"Nothing," he shrugged his shoulders. "It's just that you've been spending an awful lot of time with him."

Your brows furrowed as you still tried to figure out where this conversation was going.

"Yeah, he's moving to Florida with his family next week. His dad got a job there. That's why we've all been trying to spend as much time with him as possible, to give him a good sendoff."

There was a long beat of silence between you. Now Marko just felt ridiculous. All these stupid thoughts that kept probing at his brain, all these were for nothing. He dropped his head in embarrassment.

At the same time, you had a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"Wait. Did you... oh god, did you think that there was something between us?"

Marko didn't look at you, he just shrugged his shoulders and shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

"Oh baby," you sighed.

You cupped his face in your hands, prompting him to look at you. You stared deep into his baby blue eyes as you said,

"There's no one else but you. I love you, Marko. Don't you ever doubt that. I'm so sorry if it seemed like that wasn't the case."

It took him a moment, his eyes flitting between yours, while he really took your words in. Then he nodded, the corner or his mouth quirking up into a small smile.

His arms sneaked around your waist as he pulled you close, burying his face into your neck. You were his precious angel, and there was nothing, no inside or outside force, not even the smallest bit of doubt or insecurity that would ever change that.

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justnatoka · 15 days ago

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He's so pretty!!😍 Love the art style, love the vibrant ass colors, love the little Bill and Ted panel, love everything about this!

A proper marko sheet,, tried so hard to only draw marko and marko only + bnt comic :p

#tlb 1987 #tlb fanart #tlb marko #bill and ted

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justnatoka · 15 days ago

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This is so good, this is everything!! Love your brain!😩💜

For either jesse/reader or jesse/reader/severen: severen's reaction to his maker turning the reader?

anon, i hope you don’t mind that i answered this as a ramble. i just had so many thoughts. couldn’t find a way to neatly contain them all in one little fic.

If you are Jesse’s mate and Jesse’s mate only… more than anything, Sev is gonna be protective of you. Jesse clearly means a lot to Sev, so in his eyes anything Jesse cares about is worth protecting. Not that you’re likely to need Sev’s help. Jesse rarely leaves your side. His presence alone is enough to scare off most people. But if someone does happen to cross you, you’re probably capable of slaughtering that random jackass by yourself. Sev would love to see it. Your ferocity is something he admires. Wouldn’t stop him from lending you a hand in the killing field, though. He reckons it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

Jesse turned Sev and Diamondback both, so he’s got a type. Chances are, you’re as ruthless and wild as the rest of ‘em. You fit in just fine. But it surprises Sev whenever he catches Jesse acting soft with you. Before you came along, Jesse used affection as a lure, his touch another set of teeth, weakening the women he aimed to kill before the night was through. Now he kisses your throat and leads you off into the dark only to bring you back alive. Each night he treats you like his most coveted prey. Yet each night you survive him. Sev’s always thought him and Jesse had the same idea about being soft. Affection as a means to an end, and every night ends with dead prey. But you stick around. Sev tries to make sense of it. It takes some getting used to. Of course Sev gives Jesse hell for being soft with you. That’s just his way.

Some nights you keep Jesse all to yourself and Sev ain’t immune to jealousy. Jesse was the first one to ever act like Sev’s life was worth anything. He’s the only real family Sev’s ever had and nobody ever taught Sev how to share. So Sev kinda resents you at first. Especially right after Jesse turns you. In your presence, Jesse’s ravenous and dangerously possessive. He keeps himself and you away from the clan for a while for everybody’s own good. Sev takes it hard. He’s spent countless nights at Jesse’s side. He’s bound to feel lost without him. Of course Sev never admits that. But Diamondback and Homer can tell something’s wrong with him. They know Jesse’s absence is the cause of it. When Jesse finally returns with your hand in his, Sev keeps his resentment to himself. But it itches under his skin all the same.

Nights pass and eventually you win Sev over. Your savagery impresses him. So does your devotion to Jesse and the rest of the clan. He comes to see you as a survivor. He can respect that. And then he starts to like you. One night Diamondback points out you and Sev aren’t all that different. Her words earn a laugh from Jesse and Sev knows she’s right. Doesn’t stop him from feeling a twinge of jealousy whenever Jesse chooses you over the rest of the clan, though. But on the rare occasions Jesse praises him, Sev notices a flash of envy in your eyes. Guess he’s not the only one who’s jealous sometimes. It makes him like you even more.

If you belong to Jesse and Sev both… you’re gonna make those boys so much worse.

Sev was Jesse’s first love, in a sense. He was the first one Jesse turned and it was Jesse’s desire to keep Sev by his side that started the clan. So the fact they end up sharing a mate comes as no surprise to either of them. The only surprise is that they’re capable of sharing. But there’s a bond that exists between you three, unbreakable and supernatural. You know without speaking that you’d burn for each other. It’s a bond stronger than death. You are mates and old dogs can learn new tricks. Sev and Jesse learn how to share.

You three roam the boondocks like a pack of dogs in heat. In a bygone era, Sev and Jesse were known to leave behind some ghost towns. They’re even more gluttonous with you around. Sharing a mate riles them up in ways nothing else ever has. Night falls and you bring out the worst in each other. Sev and Jesse make bigger and messier kills, desperate to impress you. Excite you. Encourage your own dark impulses. They love nothing more than to watch their mate wreak havoc. They love knowing they’re the ones who unleashed you onto this world. And when dawn comes, it finds you tucked between the two of them in some motel bed. Some mornings Sev fights his nocturnal nature long enough to lick the blood off your skin. He wishes Jesse’d found you sooner. Feels like it should’ve always been like this, you three tangled in each other’s limbs and bloodied sheets, each other’s teeth marks deep in your flesh. Sev likes to fall asleep with the phantom aches of your bites across his body. He hopes you feel the same about the bites he left on you.

#severen van sickle x reader #jesse hooker x reader #near dark 1987 #you just earned yourself a new Jesse fan #and Sev is just deliciously unhinged as always

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justnatoka · 15 days ago

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oh to be the object of a vampire’s desire. to be their affliction, their lust for life, their reason to endure this new century even as the inevitable loneliness slowly creeps behind with passing years.

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justnatoka · 16 days ago

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Hello!

I loved your Lost Boys fanfic “Letting Go”. It’s entirely alright if you don’t intend to write a second part but I would love to see one! Maybe she returns after a few years on the run after killing the hunter that had been after her. The boys stuck true to their word and waited for her the whole time. Maybe she quietly stalks around the boardwalk, trying to find a moment to talk to them but gets nervous since she left and they corner her? Those are just some ideas, pretty much just a slightly angsty fluffy reunion

No pressure and take all the time you need if you decide to write it

Hope you’re having an amazing day/night!

-W.P💚

Coming home

Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader

A/n: Thank you for sending this in! I was already thinking about writing a part 2 before I saw your request, so this gave me the extra motivation to sit down and just do it. I love reunion fics so much. They make me cry every time. Turns out, the same applies even if I'm the one writing them. I took some of your ideas, but decided to make the big reveal a lil different. ;)

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: slight angst, lots of fluff, lots of tears, lots of emotions

Summary: After years apart and the threat eliminated, you come back to Santa Carla, back to your boys.

Part 2/2

Previous part

You felt like you could faint. Wiping your palms on your pants for the hundredth time didn’t lessen the nervous shaking of your hands, it just made you look more ridiculous. Right now, however, you couldn’t care less about the side-eyes from random passersby. You had too much on your mind as it was. You were sure if you had still been alive, you would have had a heart attack from how fast your heart would have been beating in your chest. You took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to get a hold of yourself. But you had every right to be nervous.

You were standing at the entrance of the Boardwalk.

You were actually amazed how little this place has changed in the years you’ve been away. It was still the exact same type of people that stood in line for the rides, chatted around food stalls, got drunk and rowdy sitting around bonfires on the beach or danced at the stage. Santa Carla has kept her spirit that you loved so much. You couldn’t help the wide smile that stretched across your face at the familiar smells and sounds as you stood there, taking it all in for the first time in what felt like forever.

And you couldn’t help but wonder. Wonder whether you would find what – or who – you were looking for.

You wanted to believe that they kept their promise. It was that small hope that kept you going when you got tired of the chase, when all you wanted to do was lie down and give in to your fate. But you didn’t, and you came out on top. You still couldn’t believe you were finally free of the shadow that has been haunting you for decades, leaving destruction and grief and regret in his wake. Now, he was gone for good. You made sure of that. You had to be absolutely positive that the threat he posed was eliminated before coming back.

And now here you stood, shaking with nerves and anticipation like some silly teenager about to meet their crush, ready to see your boys again.

Your throat was tight and you felt like you couldn’t breathe – even though you technically didn’t need to – as you got lost in the crowd, letting your instincts guide you. You didn’t think about where you were going, you just followed this small feeling in your chest that seemed to get warmer and warmer as you went on.

Then a familiar sound reached your ears, and your stomach fluttered. You could have recognized that howling laugh anywhere. Marko. The following high pitched giggles brought a smile to your face. Paul. Oh how you missed that sound! You fastened your steps as the faint smell of cigarette smoke reached your sensitive nose. David. Then you finally caught sight of a tall frame with broad shoulders and luscious dark hair not far in front of you. Dwayne.

You reached the edge of the crowd, your steps halting in the shadow of a vendor’s stall. Eyes brimming with tears, you took a moment to take it all in. There they were, leaning against the railing separating the boardwalk and the sandy beach below. A hand flew up to cover the sobs threatening to spill from your mouth. They were still here. After all this time, they were still in Santa Carla.

You thought back to all those dark moments on the run when fear and doubt took over, a cruel voice in your head telling you that there was no way they would wait for you. Why would they? Many attractive people passed through town, and they could easily replace you with a pretty face. Hell, they could have moved on, found an entirely new place to settle down. On nights like these, you cried yourself to sleep, ready to give in to hopelessness. However, come the next nightfall, you always woke with new determination, desperately clinging to the promise you made them, and the one they made in return. All you had to do was return alive, and they would be there to welcome you back with open arms.

You let out a shaky breath as you looked on, not ready to reveal yourself just yet. You wanted to take a moment to just rest your eyes on them, drink in the sight of them, letting it warm a part of your soul that has been cold ever since you left.

It felt like your emotions were overflowing, just like the tears silently running down your cheeks as you watched Paul and Marko messing around, being loud and obnoxious as ever. You wanted to tackle both in a tight hug never to let go. David was leaning back, a small amused smirk on his mouth as he brought his cigarette to his lips, blowing out a lazy stream of smoke. You wished to kiss that smirk right off his face, inhale the smoke from his mouth, to drown yourself in him. Dwayne was waving at someone on the side, an easy smile stretching across his lips. You longed to bury yourself against his sturdy frame, to have him wrap his arms around you and surround you with the feeling of safety like he always did.

You were jolted from your thoughts as you saw two figures walking up to them, a girl and a little boy. You took an involuntary step back. It wasn’t just the four of them anymore like it was back then, there were others now, even though their scent made it clear that they were only half.

And you couldn’t help the tiny voice of doubt from speaking up in your head again. Did they replace you? Were you too naïve to assume they would wait for you even if they stayed in Santa Carla? Now you were suddenly happy that you didn’t reveal yourself right away. From the way they were interacting with each other, it didn’t seem like there was anything going on between the girl and the boys, although you couldn’t really be sure.

Not unless you walked up to them.

You stood there for a while, watching them, torn between your fear of what the reunion can bring and the desperate need to finally be in their arms again. They were so close, yet the distance felt enormous. Suddenly, taking the first step towards them was scarier than facing down the hunter who had been after you. If it was up to you, you might have stood there until the sun came up. But you didn’t have to make that decision in the end.

Funnily enough, it was a change in wind direction that eventually forced the situation to change. Just like all those years ago on the night you last saw your boys.

It was Dwayne who caught your scent first, his body stilling like a statue, eyes going wide as he started looking around. His brothers immediately noticed his mood change, concerned and confused faces turning stunned as he said something to them. Now they were all looking, recognition overtaking their features as they also realized what he has. They knew you were close now.

David’s gaze finally stopped in the direction of your hiding place. You felt like he was looking right at you, and a shaky breath left your lips. And it was as if he heard that little sound even over the loud chatter of the boardwalk, because in the next second your name spilled from his lips in a whisper, the longing in his voice overwhelming you. Now you were shaking again, with fresh tears falling from your eyes as you took a tentative step forward. Something was tugging you towards them, and you let it move your body.

As soon as you emerged from the shadows and they laid eyes on you, they were running. Your own feet felt like they didn’t touch the ground as you flew to them. Marko was the first to reach you, and he crashed into you with so much force, he almost took both of you off your feet. His fingers were gripping you so hard, you were sure there will be bruises on your skin, but you didn’t care. You clung to him just as desperately, burying your face into his hair as his shoulders shook.

You felt another body envelop you from behind, and your heart clenched as you listened to Paul openly sobbing against your neck. One of your hands let go of Marko only to wander into Paul’s hair, caressing the back of his head.

You took in their familiar scents as they surrounded you, ready to drown in them and you wanted to cry even harder, because it has been so long. There were too many emotions battling in you right now; relief over seeing them again, sadness over time lost, fear about what the future holds, overwhelming love for them. It was entirely too much, you felt almost paralyzed.

You didn’t know when Paul and Marko retreated, but then there was Dwayne standing before you, and there was only one emotion written on his face. Relief. A beautiful smile was stretching across his lips, and it was doing a fast job with erasing all your doubts and anxieties from earlier. It involuntarily caused the corner of your mouth to turn upwards, and now you were laughing as you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest, soaking him with your tears still running down your cheeks. He held you close, kissing the crown of your head.

“I knew you could do it,” he mumbled against your hair, and your heart swelled twice its size.

And then eventually there was David. You could swear his eyes were glossy as he took you in, but you decided to ignore it for his sake. All he had to do was open his arms in invitation and you slid into his familiar embrace.

“Welcome home,” he whispered into your ear. Those two little words were enough to finally throw all your remaining uncertainties away.

You drew back slightly, and did what you’ve been longing to do since you laid eyes on him. You captured his lips in a kiss filled with longing, with love, with joy. And the way he kissed back told you just how much he missed you, how lonely he has been without you.

When you finally broke away from him, you took a moment to just look at him, to let your eyes wander over his features. For so long all you had was memories of their faces, their smiles, their laughter, and now that they were finally standing right in front of you, you couldn’t get enough of them. You could look at them for hours. And from how they were looking at you, you could say the feeling was mutual.

The smile never felt Dwayne’s face, his gaze gleaming with silent joy. His hand was resting reassuringly on Marko’s shoulder, who was busy wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I’m okay, man, I’m okay,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with tears.

Paul’s face was still wet, his eyes red from crying, but he beamed with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him. You wanted to kiss him silly.

“God, I missed you guys so much,” you sighed, and it was followed by sniffles and wet chuckles.

“We missed you too, sugar,” Marko answered, his smile still shaky, having a hard time with composing himself, but he looked at you with so much adoration. It almost made tears well up in your eyes again.

“Come on, love, we have some introductions to do,” David gestured to the girl and the little boy, who have been watching the reunion from a distance. Her with a surprised, slightly alarmed and utterly confused expression, the boy with eyes full of curiosity.

While you were walking over to them, Marko’s hand slipped into yours. You gave him a little squeeze, reassuring him that you were here, and you weren’t going anywhere. The smile he sent back to you was much stronger than the last one, much more like his usual self.

Paul was hovering on your other side, his pinkie wrapped around your own. Even from that little contact, you could feel that he was buzzing with energy, wide grin still stretched across his face.

The boys introduced you to Star and Laddie. You were sure they’ve heard about you already, their eyes lighting up with recognition at your name. They were sweet, although still slightly bewildered from seeing all the emotional displays from the boys.

Going back to the cave at the end of the night was another emotional rollercoaster. It warmed your heart to see that not much has changed since you left, except for the addition of beds for the newest members of the pack. You almost started sobbing again though when you noticed that they kept the nest the five of you had shared. It looked used too, and you wondered whether they slept in there sometimes to catch a whiff of your lingering scent.

After Star and Laddie retreated to their own corners of the cave, the rest of you all piled into the nest. You’ve laid there for a while, basking in each other’s presence, sharing gentle kisses and words of affection.

You went to sleep with the feeling that, finally, everything was right in the world. The shadow that’s been plaguing you for decades was gone, and you were back where you were meant to be.

You were home. This is where you belonged; in the loving arms of your boys.

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