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luv4fandoms · 1 year ago
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Knight in shining armor (Marko x Fem!Reader)
I found the first part of this in my notes and decided to finally finish it lol.
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Pairing: Marko x Fem! Reader
Word count: 2,776
Warnings: PURE SMUT!!! MINORS DNI
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
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"Hurry up already" Marko huffed, arms outstretched along the back of the couch as he stared down at you, his legs spread with you in between them, hands gliding up his jean and leather covered thighs while you pressed kisses to his clothed bulge.
"Now why would I do that? You love to tease me" you told him as you grabbed him through his pants, earning a hiss from the blonde.
"Keep it up and you won't be able to walk by the end of the night" he warned, which only brought a smirk to your lips.
"Is that a threat of a promise?" You asked, keeping eye contact as you licked over the bulge, earning a deep growl from him.
"Babe" he dragged out through clenched teeth.
"You're no fun" you giggled, reaching up to unbutton and unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving you while you gently pulled down his pants enough to release him. Marko rarely wore underwear, and sometimes you wondered if they all decided to forgo the article of clothing, or if he just hated them, either way, it always made this sort of thing easier.
Giving him an experimental stroke you heard him hiss again, eyes closing as you ran your thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum that beaded out. Leaning forward to lick over the slit while you ran your hand down to his base he groaned at the contact, pleasure beginning to wash over his tense form. This was what you were hoping for, to get him to finally relax after last night.
It started out as a typical night at the boardwalk, the boys had gone off to hunt and you had decided to simply walk around until they returned, something you had done plenty of times. Each time Marko would tell you to be safe, and if you needed anything to run towards the beach and he would come find you. You had been minding your own business, eating an ice cream as you walked around and enjoyed the music and current festival that was happening, but of course, that came to an end when the surf Nazis showed up. You were used to them by now, having encountered them plenty of times with the boys, but they seemed to have sought you out like sharks with blood when they saw that you were alone.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” You heard the one speak, and you didn't even have to turn from the vendor stall to see the smirk on his lips, his tone making your skin crawl.
“Piss off” you stated, going back to looking at the patches, trying to find ones that Marko would like.
“Well that's not very nice, your little boyfriends didn't teach you any manners?” Another one asked, you simply rolled your eyes and paid for the few patches you found, shoving them in your bag before beginning to walk away, you hadn't gotten three steps when a hand grabbed your arm.
“Now come on, we just wanna talk” you finally turned towards the, what you now realized, were three men, and gave them your best death glare before snatching your arm out of his grip.
“Well I don't, so piss.off” you replied, turning and walking away. You thought maybe they had gotten the hint since they didn't grab you again…but of course, you were wrong, you could hear the insults they were throwing even from as far back as they were, and when you glanced over your shoulder, you realized they were pushing past people to get to you. Quickening your speed you began to weave in and out of the crowd hoping that you wouldn't have to take off towards the beach and interrupt Marko's hunt…Though they would just make meals out of the three clowns chasing you. You turned a corner and quickly ran into something rather immobile, or rather, someone. Looking up from where you now sat on the ground you realized it was a man, around your age, medium length black hair and the most friendly eyes, from the look of his clothes he wasn't from Santa Carla, just another tourist who you had sadly been brought into your mess as you heard the voices grow louder.
“Are you ok? Didn't mean to run into you” he smiled, offering you his hand that you gladly took.
“Yeah, sorry I was-” you were cut off as the three you had been running from rounded the corner, coming to a halt upon seeing you.
“There you are you little bitch” the one sneered.
“Friends?” The guy asked as he pulled you closer.
“Ha, they wish”
“You don't need to be involved, just hand over the little whore and we'll be good” the second one stated, but the guy gently pushed you behind him.
“I think I'll pass on doing that, sorry” he told them, which only angered them more.
“You wanna fuckin die dude? Just run along and let us have her, we ain't got any beef with you” the third one snapped. The guy looked back at you, your eyes meeting for a moment before he turned back to them.
“Or you all could fuck off” he shrugged, and that seemed to be the final straw as the guys jumped at him, he quickly pushed you aside, causing you to slightly catch yourself on the wall, the brick scraping your arm and causing a small amount of blood to bead up. You watched with wide eyes as the man easily beat up all three guys with moves you had only seen in martial art movies, it honestly made you stare in awe at the man, who was now staring down at three groaning surf Nazis.
“Are you ok?” He asked, meeting your eyes before seeing the small amount of blood on your arm.
“Shit I'm sorry” he apologized, quickly grabbing a tissue out of his pocket and going to press it to your wound, when a hand grabbed his wrist…A gloved hand you knew all too well.
“Touch her and die” Marko all but growled as he stared the man down, you knew even though the man was taller than him, Marko was far more deadly.
“I'm sorry?” The man questioned.
“Marko baby, it's ok, he helped me” you tried to reassure your boyfriend, who immediately looked down at your arm.
“Yeah, looks like it”
“It was an accident, he pushed me out of the way” Marko's eyes left the man and looked down at the three groaning men.
“Why didn't you come get me?”
“I didn't want to be a burden” the look he gave you after that sentence was both of annoyance, and hurt.
“It's ok though, I'm fine” you tried to reassure him, putting your hand on his which still held the man's wrist, you felt his grip slowly loosen enough for the man's wrist to fall.
“Thanks to your knight in shining armor” he muttered, but you caught it, caught the tone, the hurt that lingered on his words.
He has been in that mood since then, but you'd be damned if you let him stay in it for another night. He was your boyfriend, your mate, the only one you wanted…And you were going to make that known. So you had coerced him onto the couch with kisses, and were determined to right a wrong in his mind.
“Fuck” he sighed, one hand reaching down to thread through your hair, the other now gripping the back of the couch. Your hands pulled his pants lower, allowing him to spread his legs wider as you took more of him in, a low, almost purr sounding in the back of his throat as his hips lifted slightly.
“all of it” he groaned, and you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes meeting his, noticing his pupils were already blown wide.
“Take all of it” he panted, other hand reaching down to grip your hair, guiding your head down further, you had only done this a handful of times, but you knew how much he liked it, so with a deep breath you relaxed your throat, allowing him deeper.
“That's it” he sighed, head falling forward to watch you.
“Good girl” he groaned, letting you just sit there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your hot throat flexing around him before he slowly pulled you back up, allowing you to take a breath before he guided you back down. After the fifth time you gently grabbed his hands and put them on the couch, letting him fall out of your mouth before grabbing him and stroking.
“thought this was supposed to be about me” he tried to joke but it ended in a hiss and you leaned down and sucked for a moment.
“It is” you replied once you let him go, mouth leaving him but hand never stopping.
“But I have to breathe,” you joked. Watching has his eyes slowly opened, looking down at you with an unreadable gaze for a moment before he spoke.
“Bet you'd choke for your knight in shining armor” he muttered, and there it was, what was still putting him in a bad mood-when you had been in danger, he wasn't the one who saved you. You rolled your eyes and lowered your head, his own falling back on the couch as he figured you were going to take him back into your mouth, what he wasn't expecting was feeling your teeth sinking into his thigh. A started shout/groan fell from his lips as his hand shot back into your hand, unsure if he wanted to pull you off or beg you to do it again.
“Cazzo! (Fuck!)” He quickly looked down, eyes meeting yours as you licked over the wound, watching as his cock twitched near your cheek.
“Wanna say something stupid like that again?” you asked, kissing up the side of his cock before taking him in again, bobbing your head as you listened to him try to form words, you had never bit him before, but from the looks of it, you'd have to start.
“I s-said” he groaned, hating that he stuttered, but fuck! You had never done something like that before, and now you were going at him, your head bobbing quickly, you hands rubbing what you weren't taking in…Fuck why was he upset again?
“Divieto di sosta (do not stop)” he groaned, body leaning forward, both of his hands resting on your head now, not trying to move you but trying to anchor himself. You grabbed the top of his jeans which rested at his knees and pulled them down to his ankles, before letting him fall out of your mouth and kissing along his thighs, he groaned at the loss but waited to see what you would do. You started at his knee, slowly kissing upwards as you spoke.
“if you ever, for a moment” you started, only stopping to bite into his flesh again, earning another groan, his hand tightening in your hair while you moved over to his other leg, kissing upwards.
“think that I would want someone else” you bit down again.
“Cazzo! Dio sì (Fuck! God yes)”
“Then you” you bit near his hip bone, watching as his hips shot up, chasing the feeling.
“Are very much” you bit near his other hip bone, listening as his groans became murmurs of Italian.
“An idiot” you ended, leaving the last bite on his stomach, a place you knew was sensitive, and a place where everyone would be able to see it, and maybe that was what set him off, the thought of you marking him, or maybe he had just had it, but quickly you were eye level with him-his hand gripping the back of your head, fist tangled in your hair.
“cazzo ingoiami, o ti spezzerò (fucking swallow me, or I will break you)” he growled, eyes gaining a bit of a goldish hue as he looked at you, his body lightly shaking as he gripped the couch with his other hand.
“promessa o minaccia?(promise or threat?)” You asked, watching as his eyes widened for a moment, you had never spoken Italian before, never had told him you were even learning it since you wanted to surprise him, you quickly leaned in a stole a kiss while he was in his shocked state before falling back to your knees, you mouth swallowing him down before he could say anything else, though what did tumble out of his mouth was nothing but sighed and groaned Italian as he leaned back again and let you work, you could tell he was starting to get close though when his hips began to buck upwards more often, and his hand tightened in your hair again.
“Più veloce (faster)” he panted, eyes opening to look down at you, you doubled your efforts, tongue running along the underside before you flicked it over the slit which now steadily leaked precum.
“proprio così (just like that)” he groaned, struggling to keep his eyes on you as you worked, he watched your hand leave him, instead reaching down and cupping his balls, he groaned at the feeling, his end coming closer at your touch.
“brava ragazza-cazzo, così buono (good girl-fuck, so good)” he moaned, his body beginning to lean forward, wanting to get closer to your touch.
“Divieto di sosta (do not stop)”he panted again, feeling himself rushing towards his peak, all he would need would be a little more, a little more of your hot mouth swallowing him down, your hands cupping him, stroking him. The sounds of you slurping the mixture of his cum and your own saliva that ran down his length as you worked, it was all music to his ears and he could feel himself starting to tense, his boots digging into the stone floor of the cave…When your nails scratched down his legs, digging into them he lost it.
“CAZZO!” He all but screamed, eyes rolling back as both of his fists locked into your hair, holding your head down as he came. Luckily you had done this before and knew what to expect, Marko always liked to make sure you got every last drop, but from how he was slightly shaking and the look on his face, eyes rolled back and mouth opened in a silent moan, you think this may be because of a new reason.
His hips lifted off of the couch in shallow thrusts, soft gunts and whispered “cazzo”s fell from his lips as his body slowly came down from its high. You felt his grip loosen before his hands left your hair, falling beside him on the couch. You quickly pulled off of him, swallowing what you could and wiping off the rest before you gently straddled his lap, being careful of him in case he was a bit sensitive, though knowing Marko he would probably enjoy it. You gently kissed his neck, cheeks, before landing on his lips, smiling when you felt him kiss back, hands coming up to lightly hold your waist. When you broke apart your eyes once again met hazel, and you smiled at your boyfriend.
“ti amo (I love you)” you whispered, watching as the smile spread across his own lips.
“Anch'io ti amo. per l'eternità (I love you too. For eternity)” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you back in for another kiss, a kiss that turned into a slow make out session. When the two of you finally broke apart you cupped his cheeks in your hands and looked at him.
“Now, no more foolishness ok? You're my knight in shining armor, no one else, got it” you told him, watching as he looked away for a moment before looking back at you and nodding.
“Fine, but the next guy that tries to play that role…I'm killing” he told you, shutting you up with a kiss before you could protest.
“Now, in the meantime” he started, grabbing your thighs and standing up, causing you to let out a shout and wrap your legs around his waist. He quickly toed off his boots and kicked off his pants before he headed towards your shared nest.
“You started something you need to finish” he explained, and when you gave him a confused look he simply smirked.
“You marked me, it's only fair I return the favor, and besides, I need to show you how I truly speak my mother tongue,” he replied, tossing you onto the mattress…you were in for a long night.
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There it is! I hope everyone enjoys it lol.
Also the guy who helps her I pictured looking like
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ghastlyfilters · 2 months ago
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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.
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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!)
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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.
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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
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6lostgirl6 · 2 years ago
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Hi, Friend! Since your requests are open can you please do something with the Lost Boys and a shy, female reader? I love the idea of them being playful, touchy and flirty with someone who's quite bashful.
Love your work 😊
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Shy Fem!Reader
TW: hints of previous sex, possessive behaviors, pet names, playful touching, flirting, ass grabbing (thanks Paul), PDA
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You arrived at the boardwalk, thrilled to spend time with your vampire mates. The night was young with the sun setting only a few hours before. However, you couldn't help but rush to the boardwalk as soon as you could.
Smiling to yourself, you could feel your cheeks warm at the thought of seeing them once more. Despite dating the boys for months, close to a full year, you still could feel the butterflies in your stomach and your heart skipping a beat. You cursed your bashful nature, but that's what interested your mates in the first place. You theorized that it had something to do with your innocence having an effect on their vampire instincts. Their urge to claim you in every way and leave marks to tell others you were off-limits.
You couldn't help your shy nature, having it since you were a little girl that you were unable to grow out of. However, if your boys liked it, then you liked it. Sometimes. You could still feel their fangs sinking into your throat just last night.
You fiddled with the collar of your jacket, desperate to conceal the hickies and bite marks that plagued your delicate skin as you walked further down the boardwalk. Suddenly, you felt the back of your hair stand up and a shiver run down your spine, in a very good way.
You could feel their stares.
You smiled to yourself, feeling the warmth in your cheeks return as you turned towards the direction of where you assumed the feeling was coming from.
In their usual meeting spot, each of your boys gave you their signature grins. Dwayne was sitting on his bike, posture relaxed, Paul leaning against the railing while Marko bit the leather of his glove, staring you down. Lastly, there was David, standing in the center with a cigarette in his mouth.
You watched as he silently chuckled before slowly raising his hand, gesturing you in a gesture screaming "come here," with his pointer and middle fingers. You couldn't stop the rushing thoughts in your subconcious, seeing how attractive he looked doing that.
Without being told twice, you rushed over with a beaming smile, launching yourself into the awaiting arms of your bleach-blonde mate, who wrapped his arms around you without hesitation.
"Hey, gorgeous." He purred low in your ear, giving you a small squeeze around your waist, careful to keep his burning cigarette away from your skin.
"Hi, David!" You replied, avoiding his hungry gaze to turn towards your other mates, not wanting them to feel left out. "Hi, boys!" you greeted, pulling away to give them each an embrace.
"Paul!" You yelped, pulling out of the embrace when you felt a playful pinch on your ass.
"Sorry, babe! My hands just have a mind of their own!" He teased, pulling you back as you tried escaping from his grasp. "Where ya goin'?" He cooed.
"Somewhere that won't have my ass grabbed in public!" You retorted teasingly, however you still felt embarrassed being groped by your boyfriends where other people can see.
"It's alright, dove. I'll just rip their eyes out if someone other than us are starin' at you." Marko interjected, smirking viciously.
You rolled your eyes, feeling a tug on your hand. You turned and gave Dwayne a sheepish expression, allowing him to pull you into his own embrace.
Dwayne was always the gentlemen in the group, however you knew that he still had his wicked charms that could even rival Paul if he wanted to. You could feel his grip tightening around you as he nuzzled against your neck, rubbing his scent against your exposed marks.
"You're not trying to cover them, are you?" he asked, voice deep and full of richness as he pulled away to gaze into your own eyes. His stare was intense and you glanced away, flustered.
"It's not that I want to hide them." You defended yourself, "I just don't like the stares..."
You shivered, gasping a little as you felt fingers trail down the length of your spine. Marko smirked as he slowly appeared into your line of vision.
"You act like we just won't make more." He purred, eyes flashing their golden hue for a moment to before returning back to normal. "You know we love marking ya, dove."
Paul took this moment to wrap her arms around your waist from behind, kissing your temple as he growled low, "would you like that, babe?"
You bit your lip and leaned against your mate, falling prey to their desperately wanting advances. You couldn't wait to head back to the cave with them.
"You know I do." You replied, looking towards the ground with your face completely flushed.
You felt a finger curve under your chin, drawing your gaze forward and back onto Dwayne's.
"You have to say please, princess." He smirked, tracing the curve of your lips with his thumb, making your breathing pick up and heart beat rapidly in your chest.
"Please?" You whispered, pathetically.
The next thing you remember is the rumbling of four engines and wrapping your arms around David's waist, sitting behind him as they raced down the boardwalk and into the night. You couldn't wait to reenact last night, the shakiness in your legs and the intense throbbing of your mates fangs laying their claim on you.
You were shy, but you sure weren't innocent.
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thelostboyslove-ect · 6 months ago
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Tour Mates (The Lost Boys X Fem!Reader) Chapter 1
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(Hello, Hi, How ya goin. So I have been lurking in the Lost Boys fandom for over a year now and have been feral for these boys for far too long to not have an insane amount of ideas about them. So as if this movie didn't have a strong enough chokehold on me already, it led me to write my first ever fic. I have no idea if it's any good, but I hope someone out there at least enjoys the vision. This will be multiple chapters cause I can't shut up. Behold! Whatever this is!
P.S. I know Dwayne and his actor aren’t actually 6’7. But ya girl is 5’10 and may have a small size kink and this is my fic😤So let a girl live.)
Pairing: The Lost Boys x Fem!Reader (Poly Lost Boys implied)
Work count: 1208
Warnings: Darker Fic, misogyny, sexism, allusions to sex, allusions to murder, the boys being whores. Smut in future chapters.
Summary: You had always wanted nothing more than to be in a band and share your music with the world, and you were finally on your way to doing so. If only your band was big enough to do it alone.
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You had always wanted to be a musician. Always. Ever since you could remember. From a child when you would sit and listen to whatever music your dad loved, making you guess titles and quiz you on the bands. From when you were a preteen and had the freedom to branch out to whole new styles of music you had never heard, buying records with what little money you could save. From when you got a guitar on your thirteenth birthday and played every moment you could after school and every chance on the weekends. From when you were fifteen and your friends made the choice to form a band. And from when you made the promise that very day that you would be the most legendary band in history.
While you were yet to be the most legendary band in history, for now, you were finally making moves. You were nowhere near Motely Crue, but you were getting somewhere. After years of writing, months upon months of being in studios, and all the savings you could muster. You finally had the money, the managers, and the following to go on tour. Your dream was coming true. If only there wasn’t one slight, incredibly frustrating, and immensely infuriating problem.
While you had the monetary ability to tour and quite the following, you weren’t quite big enough to tour on your OWN. Enter stage left the current bain of your existence—The Lost Boys. A Californian glam rock heavy metal band just starting to find their feet os so luckily at the same time as you. The band consisted of David the lead singer, a dominant man who truly embodied the idea of a frontman. Marko the bassist - the secondhand man to David as they had said themselves which had been proven multiple times with the way Marko seemed to wait on David hand and foot, never seeming to be too far behind him. Paul the lead guitarist, a wild chaotic lady’s man who always smelt of weed where it may be his erratic behavior took him. And last but DEFINITELY not least Dwayne. The drummer, an imposing 6’7 man who seemed to be made of muscle, with an intense gaze that could make anyone feel immense fear or simply melt depending on his mood.
At first, it had seemed perfect. They were nice, if not slightly flirty (aka clawing to get into your pants from the get go) and your bandmates got along brilliantly with them. You loved their music and it matched your sound really well. It was the ideal situation. That was until maybe a month into the tour. You could understand the excitement for a while, the booze, the drugs, the women, the partying. You’d be a hypocrite if you had blamed them for enjoying those things seeing as you had partaken in them yourself. But you thought that maybe after a little while that they would maybe calm down a bit. But they seemed pretty dead set on sticking to their band's slogan of sleeping all day and partying all night. Which you would respect if it wasn’t for the fact that it was impacting your ability to sleep at all, and in turn, your ability to play.
Now it was already hard being a woman in the rock industry, but being the only woman on an otherwise all-male tour? That came with a whole nother set of problems. You had been called every misogynistic name under the sun. Constantly told you couldn’t play, which your predicament was only adding fuel to the fire. Even more, you had your fair share of being told that the only reason that any of the boys kept you around on the tour, is so that they can have someone around as a backup to fuck on the nights they can't pull any groupies. A sleazy stand-in kept in reserve for desperate nights.
This is where the resentment began. You obviously didn’t care about anyone on tour sleeping around or bringing people back to the hotels, it came with the territory, and your boys did it pretty regularly. But the lost boys were seemingly insatiable. Bringing groups of fawning girls back to their (weirdly) shared hotel room every single night. Of course, this word spread and they inevitably got nothing but praise for their man whore behavior. As where you had been branded a slut for so much as picking up a guitar and being in a band. You had even only made out with one man on the entirety of the tour! The opportunity to go any further being ruined by the band in question themselves when they stumbled across you and refused to leave, glowering at the man till he took his hands off of you and left. A strange situation but nonetheless frustrating. The resentment only grew as the situation began to affect you in other ways than just your image and reputation.
When the boys would bring these girls back to their room it would always go the same. At some ridiculous hour of the morning you would hear the drunken love-struck giggles of the group of girls they had chosen for the night, followed by the strong voice of David beckoning them into the room, insisting for them to make themselves at home, to even shed a few layers to get comfortable, which would inevitably be followed by whooping and hollering from the other boys and then the music would start blaring. But no matter how loud they would blast the music you could always still hear the giggling, which would turn to moaning, which would turn to shrieking. You had to admit the first few nights, hell even to this day, it sometimes frightens you. Sometimes the screams just don’t seem as pleasurable as they should. Sometimes they are…almost blood-curdling. Like someone losing a fight for their life. But you know that’s just your imagination running wild, because just inevitably as the girls being there every night, the moaning would return. Always just the boys though, but you always imagined they had just fucked the girls out so much that they didn’t have the energy to make much noise.
These nightly occurrences would not bother you if it weren’t for the fact that while they were up and causing chaos, you were up and unable to sleep. Which for the first few weeks, was fine, but now nearing a month and a half of borderline sleepless nights due to the proclivities of your tour mates, you were starting to come undone. You didn’t have the luxury of sleeping all day, so naps in your dressing room were having to suffice and that would inevitably have an effect on your performance. You can't remember the last time you got through a show and didn’t mess up at least a segment or two from a few songs.
But after all of that what had been your final straw, was the boys being AWARE of the effects their actions had on you. They HAD to be from the way they had taunted you, teased you. The acts had become more frequent as the days went on. And ton your aggravation, harder to forget about.
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jinna-aka-ninja · 7 months ago
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Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoys X Fem!Reader Part 9
Word Count: 1,349
A/N: I... honestly have no excuse. I was overwhelmed. Sorry.
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Silence. Too long of a silence. So long of a silence that it felt like there was a mounting pressure for someone to say something. Anything. Everyone's eyes filled with an eager anticipation. It felt like it was nearly an entire year since anything was last said.
Finally, at long last, like a dam that had held back far too much water, there was a burst.
"Well?" David inquired, his tone of voice filled with a hint of the impatience that he was feeling from the building suspense. Who could really blame him? So many had been left in waiting. It was cruel to make them wait for so long.
Y/N snapped out of her dozed out state, glancing up and around the seating area of the once great and grand hotel. Her eyes meeting the others who were looking back at her, waiting for her to finally update them on what was going on. "What?" She asked having been daydreaming for some time.
"What do you mean, what? You said that you would explain when we got here." Paul asked in a lighthearted but teasing tone of voice.
"Oh my gosh, I did!" Y/N said as her eyes widened and lit up as it all came crashing back into her mind. She sat up straight as if ready to tell them a great tale and fill their mind with ancient lore. Even if some things were still unknown even to her because Tyr had kept her in the dark about many things.
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"You had said… that you were a demon, like Tyr?" Dwayne asked as he was trying to get the ball rolling since it seemed like no one really seemed to know where to start.
"No." Tyr said to Dwayne, Y/N assumed that he had been just trying to shut down the conversation so she continued.
"When I was young, I had met Tyr who had started to help keep me safe. Protect me from the world. It must have been hard for him to take care of someone so young. It would not be a lie to say that he practically raised me." Y/N said to them all. "He is a demon too. He found me, a young demon and decided to show some mercy and help me survive in the world. I didn't really have a horde to help raise me. I had been among the mortal humans ever since I could remember. But I didn't quite belong with them."
With the words now out there and in the open, Tyr was glaring daggers at Y/N but she shrugged them off. Not wanting to entertain his apparent tantrum. If these were her soulmates then she would be open and honest with them. There would be no good in secrets being kept among them.
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Though when these words were said it seemed that Michael, who had come in to the conversation rather late now looked nearly mortified. "Demon? You're joking right? Vampires, Demons… what's next? Witches and Werewolves?"
Tyr finally stopped glaring when that was brought up and couldn't help but snort out a laugh at that question. "Damn you really are as ignorant of humans as they come, halfling. Of course there are witches and werewolves in the world."
Michael had fallen silent when he was told about that. His eyes wide and his lip lifted as if in disgust. It was honestly a little offensive to have him react like that. Y/N rolled her eyes a bit at him. "Michael, you are now a part of a world that others could only ever dream of. You have a chance to live in immortality, see all that the world has to offer, have a power that would help you in all that you may need. Strength to protect those that you love from things that you never knew were a reality before. I know you are struggling with being half a vampire now, but think this carefully. Would you rather return to being human and being vulnerable to the dangers? Or would you rather join something that would give not only you power, but the strength of a family that also has that power?"
It was finally put in a manner that Michael had never thought about before. It would give him the ability to protect his family. To be there with his family, make sure they were safe. He hesitated to answer but no one pushed him to answer the question. Letting him have the time to think the question through and let the new reality he was a part of sink into his mind.
Y/N turned her attention back to Marko, David, Paul and Dwayne and sighed. "I am sorry I kept it a secret for so long but you have to admit that you have been keeping a secret from me too that is just as big and you cannot be angry with me because of it." She said to them because though she knew she shouldn't have kept such a big secret, if she had been the only one with just as big of a secret, then she would have known she was entirely at fault.
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"You do make a fair point…" David acknowledged, even he could not make a big deal about something like this when it was very clear that they had all had secrets that had been vital to the futures of their lives if they were to intertwine them. "We aren't angry, we were worried that you would have not drank from the bottle.. Because if you didn't then we would have had to find a way to get you to become immortal in one form or another. If you already have that, then there isn't really much that we have to worry about. But I do want to know, if he raised you then why is he still sticking by your side when you're not a child anymore?"
"Because she doesn't have full access to her abilities and there are things that she needs help with." Tyr hissed to David, not liking the fact that David seemed to be questioning why Tyr was still around. "She still needs to be kept safe and she is my best friend so I will not leave her side."
It was heartwarming to hear it. Tyr had been such a vital part of Y/N's life that she really didn't think that she would be happy to live in a world that he was not a part of. Tyr was much too important to her. "You're my best friend too." She whispered to Tyr with a small smile on her lips.
So here we all were, secrets out in the open. Everyone trying to understand what was happening. Though the Four vampires did know that witches and werewolves existed, the existence of demons was unknown even to them. David's mind was reeling in an attempt to try to remember if Max had ever told him about demons even once. Nothing came to mind.
Michael was still trying to cope with vampires, now he had a lot more on his plate, and on top of that, now he had to figure out if he even wanted to be human again when there was so much in the world that easily could prey on humans. Would he be left open to these potential dangers? Yes he would. These were the type of things that he would have to live with for the rest of his life, no matter which choice he made. The options were far too much and each and every one of them had dangers that he would never be able to come to full terms with. However; if he chose to live the life as a vampire then at least he would be able to have the tools he needed to stand a higher chance of living. There would be more opportunities in the world if he chose that path, and at that moment, he was becoming the best choice to make.
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prettywhenibleed · 2 years ago
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��𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Broken Without You)
Pt 1
Fem Reader x Dwayne TW: Language
Pt 2
I got the inspiration for this fic MONTHS ago after reading @theyreonlynoodlesmike ‘s It’s Just a Movie and The Sequel fics and have FINALLY written it. Everyone should go and read it because it is AMAZING!!
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You landed on top of the cool sand with a harsh thud. Groaning, you rolled onto your back and opened your eyes, revealing a starry night sky above you. You were confused as to why you were now outside and also how you had even gotten out there. Slowly, you sat up and looked around, taking in your surroundings for the first time. Clearly you were on a beach but what beach it was exactly, you had no idea. You didn't even live near any beaches. Standing and dusting off the sand from your body, you tried to recall what your last memory was. The last thing you could remember was laying down in bed and going to sleep. You didn’t understand how that would end up with you waking up on an unknown beach, however far from your house. You would have just pulled out your phone and found out that way, but as stated before, you were in bed, going to sleep when all of this happened. You didn’t have your phone on you. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to find the closest store or something like that to figure out exactly where you were, you began to walk along the beach. After only about ten minutes of walking, you could hear music and people. The closer you got, the louder it got. You soon realized that the sounds were coming from a boardwalk. Crowds of people on the beach and even more filling the boardwalk. Breathing a sigh of relief, you made your way off of the sand and onto the boardwalk. You looked around, trying to find a sign or something that had the name of the town on it. You quickly spotted a sign and found your answer. Santa Carla. You hadn’t even heard of this place before and now that you were really taking in the people around you, you noticed that everyone looked like they were dressed for the 80’s. You wondered if there was some kind of 80’s themed festival going on but everything looked too authentic and real for that to be the case. 
You didn’t know why this was your next thought but you couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling you were having. So, you searched around for a newspaper or something with the date on it. After a few minutes of searching, you spotted a newspaper on the ground next to a trash can. Walking over to it and picking it up, your eyes widened at what you read. Right there, plain as day was the date. July, 31, 1985. You stared at the black letters, reading it over and over again, hoping that you weren’t seeing what you were seeing. There was no way that it could be true. It wasn’t even possible. Bawling the paper up and throwing it away, you turned around and walked off, intent on finding a secluded and quiet place where you could gather your thoughts and probably cry. Finding a spot at the far end of the boardwalk, you sat down on the ground and let everything sink in. Okay. So you had somehow traveled back in time and to a completely different city, too. You had no way of contacting anyone and, even if you did, you would have no one to contact since you were thirty seven years in the past. Realizing you had no money, no one to help you and nowhere to go, you had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” You quietly asked yourself. As if on cue, your stomach growled. Sighing, you readied yourself to spend the next, who knows how long, without food. Luckily water would be pretty easy to get, seeing as there were drinking fountains around the place. 
For the next few days, you fell into a bit of a rhythm of finding a secluded place to sleep during the day, while you would stay awake, drink water and walk around the boardwalk at night. Three days without food was like torture. You had started feeling dizzy, weak and found it hard to focus, which tonight, caused you to accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry.” You managed to quietly mutter out, barely being able to muster the energy for even that. The guy however, didn’t seem to want to accept your apology and instead, opted to get in your face. “You should really watch where you’re going, bitch.” He angrily spat at you. While normally you would be scared by someone much bigger than you getting in your face and threatening you, right now, you didn’t have the energy to care. Letting out an annoyed and tired groan, you rolled your eyes. “Look, dude. Just fuck off. I’ve had a really shitty past few days and I’m really not in the mood for this shit right now.” You were about to turn and walk away but the guy, completely pissed off by your response, grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you back to him. Leaning down, his face right in yours. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that but you’re about to learn a lessen that you’ll never forget.” Just as the last word left his mouth, you felt yourself being pulled back into someone as three other guys surrounded the him. Your harrasser’s hand was ripped from your arm by whoever had pulled you into them. Your brain was too fuzzy to focus on what was being said, but from the little bits that you did manage to catch, the three guys that were surrounding your harasser threatened him, ending with the guy leaving in a hurry. 
Turning around to see who was holding you, you looked up to see a tall brunette. He was absolutely gorgeous. “I don’t know if it’s from the lack of sleep, lack of food or both but fuck you’re pretty.” You watched a smirk make its way onto the brunette’s face, making you realize you had just said that out loud and not in your head like you had thought. You stared at him, eyes wide and face red from the embarrassment. It looked like he was about to say something but was interrupted by one of the others. “If you two are done flirting, I think it’s time for us to leave now.” Said the bleached blonde one. It was a blur as you were pulled along the boardwalk by the brunette, that you now knew to be Dwayne. The bleached blonde was David, the tall wild haired blonde was Paul and the short curly haired blonde was Marko. You were pulled over to some bikes, where Dwayne helped you get onto the back of his bike and before you knew it, you were all flying down the beach. All you remember from the ride, was holding onto Dwayne as tight as you could and burying your face into his back. Logically, you knew going off with four strange guys you had just met wasn’t the best idea, but they had helped you and you were so hungry, that you were willing to risk it if that meant possibly getting some food and maybe having somewhere warm to sleep. Finally, after a pretty rough ride, you felt the bike come to a stop. Pulling your head away from Dwayne’s back and looking around, you saw that you were basically in the middle of nowhere, near a cliff. Great. So not only are you going to get murdered but you aren’t even going to get any food first. You got off the bike after Dwayne did and stood there, staring at him as the others hooted and hollered, making their way down what seemed to be a staircase. Dwayne offered you his hand, his eyes soft and alluring, making you want to trust him. 
Despite your previous worries, you took his hand, making him smile and begin to lead you over to the staircase. “Be careful and watch your step. The staircase is strong enough but it’s still very old.” He warned as you both began your descent. Subconsciously, you grabbed hold of Dwayne’s arm with your other hand while still holding onto his hand with your other one. You didn’t see it, but this caused Dwayne to let a small and satisfied smile grace his face. He loved that you sought out his arm for safety, even if it was for something as small as this. As the two of you made it to the mouth of the cave, Dwayne took the first few steps down before turning back around and holding out his hands for you to grab. You gratefully took his hands and he helped you down into the cave. You looked around at everything, taking in all of the things that they seemed to have collected. One of the most prominent things in the cave being the large fountain that had an old and broken chandelier in it. You had only taken a few steps before you felt faint and quickly sat down on the edge of the countain. With looking around the cave and being so close to Dwayne, you had almost completely forgotten that you hadn’t eaten in days. Just then, your stomach growled. Dwayne sat down next to you and placed a gentle hand on your arm. “We’ll get you some food, okay.” Dwayne assured you. You nodded and thanked him with a smile. “How long has it been since you last ate?” He then asked you, remembering what you had said earlier about not having eaten for a while. “Uh. Three days I think.” You informed him. Dwayne’s eyes widened with shock. You looked up at his face to see the concerned look he was giving you. “Why haven’t you been eating? Are you okay?” His concern for you was clear through the look on his face and the tone of his voice. You didn’t understand why he cared so much. You shrugged at him. “I’m not exactly from here and I have no money and no family or friends here.” You told him. “Marko. Food.” You heard David say to Marko from behind you. You had turned around just in time to see Marko give David a nod before he quickly left the cave. 
After Marko had left. David turned his attention to you. “What did you mean when you said that you’re not exactly from here and you don’t have any family or friends here?” He asked, bringing his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag. “Are you a runaway or something?” He continued, eyebrow quirked and giving you a questioning look. You looked to Dwayne for a moment before turning your attention back to David. You debated on whether or not you should just tell them the truth, no matter how crazy it sounded. Deciding that you didn’t really have much to lose, since you had already lost everything, you chose the truth. “Well. This is going to sound insane and I doubt any of you would believe me but, I’m not from here. This town or this time.” You confessed. You could already see the looks of disbelief that they were giving you as you spoke. You told them that the last thing you remembered before waking up here, was going to bed and it being just like any other night. You told them that you were from the year 2022 and that you didn’t even live in or around this town. You told them that you didn’t have any friends or family here because your friends hadn’t even been born yet and that your parents hadn’t had you yet. After you were finished explaining everything, they stayed silent for a few moments before David spoke. “You’re right. We don’t believe you.” He told you. You were about to try and defend yourself, to ask him why the hell you would lie about something like this, but Dwayne spoke before you could. “I believe you.” He said, causing you to turn your head to look at him. You could tell that he was being truthful. You were honestly surprised that he believed you but you were grateful that he did. “Really, man? I mean, it sounds like something out of a movie.” Paul stated, finally jumping into the conversation. 
“Look. Believe me, don’t believe me. I don’t really care. I’m tired, hungry and just done with everything right now.” You told them, mostly Paul and David. You turned  to Dwayne. “Thank you for believing me. At least someone here does.” You told him with a grateful smile, to which he smiled back. “What are we believing?” Marko loudly questioned as he jumped down into the cave, food in his arms. As soon as you saw and smelled the food, your stomach let out a loud growl. God you were so fucking hungry. Noticing this, Dwayne quickly got up, made his way over to Marko and grabbed some food from him before making his way back over to you with it. You were practically drooling at the sight. “Here.” He said, handing you the food. “Eat as much as you want.” He told you. You quickly snatched food from his hands and immediately dug in, stuffing your face. Dwayne chuckled at the sight as he sat back down next to you. You muttered a “Thank you.” with a mouthful of food. The others got their own food and ate for a minute before Marko spoke again, not wanting his previous question to go unanswered. “So? What are we believing?” He asked again. Paul laughed a bit before answering him. “Well, it seems that y/n thinks she’s from the future.” He informed his brother. Marko turned to look at you, a grin creeping onto his face. “What, are you a Terminator sent back to kill someone or something?” He teasingly asked. You rolled your eyes at him. “No, but if I was, I’d definitely kill that piece of shit from the boardwalk.” You said, half joking, half serious. “Fucking asshole.” You muttered into your food. The guy really was an asshole. I mean, you didn’t even really do anything wrong. You just bumped into him but you apologized. This caused the others to laugh. Although everyone, except for Dwayne, thought you were crazy, they were starting to like you. You were funny and maybe you’d be a good little plaything for a while. That thought was quickly scrubbed when they saw the way that Dwayne was looking at you. 
The four had a silent conversation between them that involved Dwayne revealing that he was certain that you were his mate. “Well, I guess that means we can’t eat her.” Paul joked in his head, causing Dwayne to shoot him a glare. Paul threw his hands up. “My bad.” He said. You gave him a confused look, seeing as, to you, he had just randomly done that but whatever, you didn’t know these guys. Maybe they were just a bunch of weirdos. Over the next month or so, you would come to find that, yes, they were all in fact, weirdos. They were also vampires. When they told you about what they were, your eyes practically shot out of your head. You all but shouted in disbelief that they would think that you were the crazy one for saying you were from the future when they WERE FUCKING VAMPIRES!! They had eventually ended up believing you, or at least trusting that you were telling them the truth since, yeah, they were vampires, so why couldn’t time travel also be real. While you asked them question after question about vampires, they all bombarded you with questions about the future, mostly Paul and Marko. Over this time, you and Dwayne had gotten very close and had even started dating. He told you about how you were his mate but made sure to let you know that he didn’t want that information to make you feel obligated to be with him. It was your choice. It didn’t matter though, because even though you had only been here for a little over a month, you had found yourself falling hard for him. I mean, how could you not?
You had obviously been living in the cave with the boys, not having anywhere else to go. It didn’t bother you though, you loved it here. Although, it did take you a while to get used to their sleeping schedule. You did like to be awake for some of the day, just sitting around the cave, listening to music and reading some of Dwayne’s books, of which he had plenty. You had been sitting on the couch, reading a book that you were so engrossed by, that you didn’t even realize that it had gotten dark and the boys had woken up. You were pulled from your little world by Dwayne lifting your legs up, plopping himself down onto the couch and dropping your legs back down and onto his lap, his hands resting on top of them. You looked up and gave him a smile, to which he returned. “Morning.” You greeted him as you put the book to the side. “Morning, beautiful.” He greeted back, staring at you for a few seconds before suddenly pulling your body over to him and into a hug. You let out a surprised squeak as you were pulled onto his lap but quickly relaxed into him. “Did you get much sleep today?” Dwayne asked as he ran a hand up and down your thigh and rubbed your back with the other. Enjoying the soothing feeling he always gave you, you let out a content sigh. “Yeah. I woke up around 3pm. Been reading since then I guess.” You told him, your eyes now closed as your head leaned against his chest. Dwayne smiled down at you, his gaze filled with so much love. “How about we spend some time alone tonight? We can find a quiet part on the beach if you’d like.” Dwayne suggested. While you enjoyed hanging out with the whole group, you loved when it would be just you and him. You opened your eyes and looked up at him with a smile. “I’d like that.” You told him. 
After everyone was ready for the night, you all walked up to the bikes outside, Dwayne helping you onto the back of his. You all took off and were riding together towards the boardwalk but you and Dwayne soon turned in a different direction, splitting off from the group to find a secluded and quiet place for you to spend the night. Since Dwayne knew practically every inch of Santa Carla, he knew exactly where he was going to take you. Once there, he parked his bike and you both got off. Dwayne took your hand in his and led you down the slight hill and onto the sand. “Wait here. I’m gonna find some wood to make a bonfire.” He told you. You nodded. “Okay. Do you want some help?” You offered. He just gave you a grin. “I’ve got it, princess.” He said before walking off. You sat down in the sand and waited for him to get what he needed. You took this time to let your mind wander. You couldn’t believe that, less than two months ago, you were considering some bad things. You had always struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts. You felt so alone and disconnected from the world that it got to the point that you were finally going to give up. In a last ditch effort the night that you got into bed, before waking up here, you had bawled your eyes out and begged the universe to give you something, anything that could make your life worth living. All you had ever wanted was to love and be loved by someone, but you were never able to find that. Everyone that had ever entered your life had pretended to care for you and used you until they were done with you and then they left. They left you even more broken and alone than you had already been. You had finally realized that, maybe, you just weren’t worthy of anyone’s love. Then you woke up on this beach and a few days later, you met Dwayne. Not even in your wildest fantasies could you have imagined someone like Dwayne loving you. 
Even now, as you sit on the sand, watching Dwayne put together the bonfire for the both of you, you still felt like you were dreaming and, at any moment, you would wake up to find that it was just that, a dream. Once the fire had been lit, he turned to you, a proud smile on his face. Dwayne walked over to where you were and sat down behind you, resting his legs on either side of you and wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him and resting his chin on your shoulder. “You okay there?” He asked. You turned your head to the side and leaned back a bit so you could face him. “I love you, Dwayne.” You told him with a smile on your face and happy tears pricking your eyes. “I was in such a bad place when I met you. I was on the verge of doing something very bad and you saved me.” You tearfully confessed to him. Dwayne seemed to be slightly caught off guard by your sudden shift in mood and your words, though he gave you a soft smile as he leaned in and gave you an equally as soft kiss. After pulling away, Dwayne rested his forehead against yours. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you from the moment I saw you. I’m sorry that you were in a bad place when we met and I will spend eternity making sure that you never feel that way again. I will make sure that you feel loved every single day and on the days you feel any darkness creeping its way back in, I will love you even more.” He said. No longer able to choke the sobs back, you let it out, only resulting in Dwayne holding you even tighter. “It’s okay, princess. Let it out.” He told you, and you did. You sobbed as Dwayne held you close to him. You weren’t crying because you were sad, no, you were crying because no one had loved you as much as him. No one had ever said anything like that to you before. After you had calmed down, you and Dwayne sat in a comfortable silence in each other's arms, watching as the flames of the bonfire flickered in the wind. 
Months had gone by since then and Dwayne had kept his word. He loved you every single day and in doing so, not a day went by that you ever felt that darkness that had once consumed you. You had now been here for almost a year. The most wonderful year, filled with so much love and laughter. Marko, Paul and David had since deemed you as their sister and god help anyone who messed with their sister. Someone could do something as small as give you a dirty look and they would mysteriously vanish, neve to be seen or heard from again. You spent every night with them, whether that be on the boardwalk or in the cave. You loved going out to the boardwalk, going on rides, playing the games, which you were admittedly kinda bad at but you would always walk away with some kind of prize thanks to one of the boys. You loved hanging around the bikes, Dwayne’s arm always around you making you feel a constant sense of safety, as you all joked around. Equally so, you loved the nights that you would all stay back at the cave, Paul and Marko jumping around like two sugar filled toddlers making you laugh. David was the one that took the longest to bond with and for a while, you thought that maybe he didn’t like you as much as the others did. That all changed when one night, Dwayne had gone off to feed and you were with the others. You told them that you needed to use the bathroom and that you would be back in a minute. On your way back, a surfer nazi had cat called you and come over to you, getting a bit too handsy, but almost as quickly as it started, it stopped. You didn’t know it but David had been watching you to make sure you were safe and that’s when he saw the guy start to harass you. He threw him to the ground, making a mental note to make a meal out of him later. He then threw an arm over your shoulder and turned to you to ask if you were okay, to which you nodded. He then glared at the guy and asked him what the hell made him think that he could lay a hand on his sister. From that moment on, you and David had gotten closer with each other, just as you, Paul and Marko had gotten close.
You and Dwayne had just gotten back to the cave after having a bit of a date night. He had taken you to a place that overlooked the whole town. The both of you spent the night talking, as you usually did, and took in the view, holding each other close. Everything in your life was just so perfect and you were so happy. Spending the last hour or so cuddling in your nest before Dwayne eventually left to go join the boys to sleep. He wouldn’t always sleep in the same part of the cave as the boys. Some days he would sleep with you in your nest but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. You and Dwayne shared a long kiss and exchanged I love yous before he left. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, as you did every night now. Though when you woke up, you would feel like your world had been shattered into a million tiny pieces, along with your heart. 
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SO I WROTE FOR THE FIRST TIME- AND IM PROUD BUT ALSO DONT LIKE IT😭 HOPE YALL LIKE IT
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Omg this was amazing. I can’t wait for more! I loved all the interactions with everyone so much. Protective Dwayne, and flirty Paul have my heart in a vice grip.
When I saw the tag “nonconsentual turning” I thought our boys were up to their tricks, I was NOT expecting Max. Fucking amazing.
Last Night
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Poly Lost Boys + Michael x Reader
Synopsis: You remembered the day you died vividly, and what had started as one of the best nights of your life quickly turned sour.
Summary: Micheals Ex-Girlfriend received a concerning phone call from Lucy begging her to come and check up on a now distant and unrecognizable Micheal. But what was meant to be a simple reunion and check-in, instead leads to four very rambunctious bikers and an old lover, to be extremely opposed to letting you leave again.
Warning: Suggestive moments, cursing, nonconsensual turning.
Word Count: 6.9k
The bustling chatter filled the packed room like music, unrelenting as some patrons laughed louder while others cheered softer. Every customer that walked in was rambunctious and different in their own unique way. Although becoming a bartender differed from how you had always pictured your future, ditching your home life was worth every tip and penny you earned throughout the night.
You were a good actor; that's one noteworthy little fact you learned about yourself after a few weeks. Wiping dry a martini glass, your chuckles, greetings, and mischievous remarks almost felt unfamiliar to you as you entertained the customers.
But when the lights dimmed, casting a gentle orange hue against every surface of the bar. The acting, the gestures, and the remarks all began feeling natural.
It left you with a sweet sense of satisfaction, like pushing in the last puzzle piece. But, although the usuals felt more comfortable, you still weren’t to open to the idea of becoming closer to anyone. For all you knew, these people were just here for a drink.
One visit turned into two, then three, until you could recite everyone's orders and names. Your life gradually followed the same schedule as clockwork, checking in either during the morning shifts like Monday, Tuesday, and Saturday instead of staying for the wild nightlife like Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday. A small bell was hanging above the door, giving you and your occasional coworker a heads-up whenever a new patron entered the bar. It was easy to get overwhelmed, the loud bumbling chatter nearly drowning out the music playing. Drunks laughed and cheered with rosy-cheeked grins; others decided to rough-house until Pablo kicked them out.
Filling a pint of beer for your usual customer, you nearly missed the soft chin of bells as someone new entered. The door swung open, and in came a blonde biker who took your breath away. Pulling at your strings as if he was some violinist, plucking at the cords until your chatter turned utterly harmonious. It was like a strange pull, a tugging, nudging aching within your racing heart that simply needed him there. It both excited you and disturbed you. Your banter with the biker didn't last long; he ordered four bottled beers, his gaze never wavering as you shuffled past your coworker making some margaritas for a group of girls as you grabbed the beers out of the freezer and handing them over before grabbing his cash. "You new here?" You finally asked, and you weren't exactly sure what to expect, but his voice matched his looks perfectly.
You snickered, leaning over the bar. Phoenix had some exciting faces to offer, all styles and types. But it was rare you found one that was this attractive.
The biker shrugged; a type of smugness hung across his features. A simple look in his eyes gave you another clue, the man was higher than a kite. "Just haven't seen such a pretty face around in a while." He tapped his hand on the counter with a slight chuckle, stepping back as he waved before walking out the door. You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement as you focused on the other customers. Though, you couldn't quite keep the blonde out of your head.
Not even when your shift ended, wiping a gray-soaked washcloth across the counters and tables. Your coworker cleaned and mopped the floors before you both clocked out. You entered the employee's room, grabbing your belongings before exiting through the back door. You hopped in your car, the streets still thriving, but you only lived several blocks away from the teenage hotspot when things began to gradually cool down. Luckily that's where your shabby little hut came into view.
It wasn't perfect, but decent, and the rent was cheap, so you weren't gonna complain. Parking your bike, you walked up your porch. The old wood creaking underneath your steps, shuffling to grab your keys, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning to glance around, you rushed to open the door before entering your safe and humble abode. You locked the door, kicking off your shoes with a sigh as you walked towards your bedroom. You felt a little sluggish now that you were free to be, removing your clothes and hopping in the shower. The piping hot water felt heavenly across your skin, and if you weren't so damn hungry, you would've stayed longer. Loose pajamas, some fluffy socks, and you walked back into the kitchen, heating up some leftovers from the previous night and popping open a can of beer.
You were a rather heavy drinker, one bottle often turned to three, and three would often multiply sooner rather than later. Some people might have called you an alcoholic, but you didn't really mind. Alcohol was your ambrosia, and god fucking dammit, were you willing to die for that nectar. You were on your way to grab the third beer of the night when you heard a small thump against the window.
You found it odd that a bird would hit your window, especially since they weren't nocturnal. But as you wandered over and slid open the window, you watched as a bat squeaked at you. Blonde fluffy fur as it flew away in a rush. You didn't necessarily like bats, but you didn't hate the critters, either. This was your first time seeing one in real life, your eyes flicking to the tree a few feet away from your window. There on the bottom branch, hung the monster, making you laugh. "Sorry, Dracula, the bar closed two hours ago." You were about to close the window wanting to grab your last beer and finish up your movie before heading to bed.
But you halted as you watched the bat struggle on its branch, sloppily falling off and hitting the floor with a small thud. You frowned; you might not know much about bats, but they sure as hell avoided being on the ground. You hesitated before grabbing a towel and an empty shoe box; perhaps, if you were lucky enough, the bat would have flown away by the time you got to it. But unfortunately, the small little bundle of blonde fur still lay frozen on the ground. Sighing, you carefully scoop it up with the towel and lay it in the box before heading back inside.
You sat the box on the kitchen table, sitting down and taking a proper look at the thing. "You must've hit your little head when banging into the window.." You muttered, watching it stare back at you lazily. Whenever it tried to waddle its way out of the box, its little body swayed before eventually tumbling back into the fluffy fabric.
"Looks like you're stuck with me for the night, little guy." You cooed, a small smile tugging at your lips. It let out a small squeak. If you didn't know any better, you would say the bat understood you, turning around and grabbing an apple and a simple cutting knife. You sliced off a small piece, laying it in the box. You didn't know what the hell bats ate, and you weren't going to go out of your way to try and find some insect in your yard, so an apple slice will have to do for now.
Grabbing the box once more, you moved to your bedroom, entering the bathroom through a joined door. You set the box down, waving at the small bat before turning off the lights and closing the door. You got yourself settled and lay down, turning off your bedside lamp and letting out a content sigh. But then you heard it, the muffle whining and whimpers of the small creature in your bathroom. Letting out a groan, you tried covering your face with a pillow to try and drown out the noise, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Getting up with a huff, you turned on the light once more before moving over. You opened the door, flicking on the light as you watched it try and waddle towards you. "Can't you be quiet?" You groan, rubbing your temples.
However, you couldn't help but notice the silence once you had actually acknowledged the bat again, rolling your eyes at its strange antics. "Look, I can't give you attention all night. I need to sleep." You argue, watching the little creature climb up your foot and use its little claws and wings to crawl up your body.
Perhaps it was the previous drink, or your clear disregard for your own sense of self preservation, but you walked back to your bedroom with a shrug. If the little guy just had to sleep with you, then so be it. Sure, the thing could have rabies for all you new but the moment your aching feet lifted themselves onto your soft mattress; you no longer cared.
"Night night, Dracula." You snickered, closing your eyes and falling into a hollow state of peace.
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Walking up, once again alone, fills you with a familiar sense of loneliness. You look around for your little companion, but you simply couldn't find him. You opened all of your windows in case you missed the little guy hiding somewhere before walking down into your kitchen for breakfast. You'd never admit it out loud, but having broken up with your long-term boyfriend, Michael, was rough on you. Half the time, you wallow in alcohol and self-loathing, spending any free time working and trying your damn hardest to move on. The relationship's end wasn't anyone's fault, really; when his father's divorce was finally settled, Michael needed to be with his mom, she needed him during this time, and you couldn't blame him for leaving with you. Looking back on it, you both could've made it work somehow, the long distance, but neither of you two found yourself to really fight for that option.
Sipping on your morning coffee was your ritual, reminiscing about your short past, a daily activity. But today, you were interrupted by the obnoxious sound of your phone ringing. Getting up and plucking the phone from the wall, your body tensed at the sweet sound of Lucy, Michaels's mother. She was the kindest person you knew, a relaxed parent that focused on a kid's trust rather than forcing the truth out from your experience.
"Hey honey, how have you been?" Her familiar, parental tone hummed over the phone. The sound tugged a smile across your lips. "Dandy, what about you, Lucy?" You knew better than to know Lucy wasn't just calling to check in with you, and although every fiber of your being wanted to cut to the chase, you managed to stay polite. Lucy let out a hum, happy with your answer. "I'm good—we're all good. But, listen, I'm sorry to call you for this, but it's about Michael." You nodded, although you knew she couldn't see you; you stayed silent, asking her to continue. "He's changed, distant. He hasn't been the same, and Sam says he's been involved with some worrisome people. I know it's a lot, but I can't help but worry. He won't talk to me, but he'll talk to you. I'll provide you with a room and everything; just please check in for me."
You could tell she was pleading; her tone was very clear with that. But could you really do this? You and Michael broke up, but you've been together since freshman year. You knew his family, and he knew yours; even if you weren't together anymore, you were still friends. With a long sigh, you rubbed your temples.
"Alright, I'll be there."
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You don't plan on staying long, glancing at the backseat of your car where a small suitcase sits. You brought the essentials, but since it was summer regardless, you wanted to consider this a short beach-side vacation for yourself as well. It made coming to Santa Carla more reasonable.
Following the address Lucy promptly gave you afterward, you drove up the narrow driveway to an old-looking house. It must've been a generational home bought in the 40s if you had to guess. The sun was already setting by the time you arrived; stepping out of the car, you were greeted by an excited Lucy. However, you knew her better than that. The small stress wrinkles give away how worried she must've actually been.
She embraced you in a big bear-like hug, making you chuckle as she brought you in for some coffee. You sat inside, shielded by the hot California sun, as you stirred some creamer into your coffee. You two sat in the kitchen, a small desk separate from the main dining table.
"So, care to tell me a little more about what's been happening?" You ask, knowing that if you avoided the subject, so would Lucy. She let out a sigh, rubbing her temples as she nearly deflated before you.
"You know it's been hard for them—the divorce. Sam wasn't that close with his father; I'm afraid he experienced a more absent father figure than Micheal did. No, Micheal grew up with everything being perfect; I had a good marriage, and he had a good father and a stable home life." Lucy hummed, taking a long sip of her coffee.
"I know it wasn't easy for them. For any of us, really, but as a parent, I can't help but wonder. Did I do the right thing? Was Santa Carla really what the boys needed?"
You weren't exactly sure what to say; both you and Michael were adults at this point and were mature enough to have a conversation like this. But before Lucy was your friend, she had been more of a mother figure for you. Seeing her struggle so much makes you frown, a heaviness tugging at your lips. People really could be awful sometimes. You grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as you smiled at her.
"Listen, I know being a parent is hard. But you're a good mom, okay? You have been since the start. But you need to listen; this move wasn't just for them. It was for you as well. You suffered a shitty divorce and dealt with an even worse ex-husband. You deserve this new start; let me handle Michael; I'm sure he'll come around." You watched as small tears seemed to prickle at her eyes, "Oh you!" She sang before pulling you into a hug. "I've missed you." She added, rubbing small circles on your back. You couldn't help but smile, not saying it but letting the small squeeze you returned to the hug speak for you.
The sun had already set as you managed to unpack your things in the guest room, tackling Sam in a big-old sibling-like hug before heading to the boardwalk with him. Lucy had left a few hours earlier for work, which is where you were headed now. Sam led the way as he filled you in on Micheals's behavior. To say you were concerned now was an understatement; nothing Micheal did now made sense. This wasn't like him.
You walked over to the Videotape store and found Lucy glancing at the videotapes decorating the walls. You walked around, glancing at the movies that might interest you. You eventually ended up in the same aisle as a brown biker, someone who vaguely reminded you of the blonde one you met days ago. You were about to pick up The Shining when the man interrupted.
"You new here?" He eventually asked, his gaze lingering for an unusually long time. You struggled, letting out a dry chuckle. "That obvious, huh?" You hummed, feeling more at ease. The man was more stoic than you were used to, but the moment you heard his own amused chuckling, your tense shoulders gradually dropped. The man was mesmerizing, a special charm in every little trinket and clothes covering him. You felt an annoying sense of deja vu, feeling your heart push and pull your subconscious self towards this man. To gush about his leather jacket or talk about anything else for hours. He seemed to smile, catching your lingering gaze before clearing his throat and pointing towards one of the videotapes. "The Shining's good, but if you're into that, I'd recommend The Thing and Nightmare on Elms Street too." All you could do was nod, spinning around when you saw Lucy. She smiled at the brunette, handing you something as you rushed out of the shop. Any tapes and movies are utterly forgotten, and you search for space. You made brief eye contact with the man Lucy had been talking, feeling unsettled by him.
You walked along the patios of the shops lining the boardwalk; they were lightly covered in sand. A grainy texture underneath your shoes. You sat there for a moment before your eyes caught the sight of a familiar head of messy brown hair.
Jumping to your feet, you were off. Not sparing anyone a second glance, not until you were about to reach Micheal. You could feel it, that nostalgic giddiness you usually felt whenever you and Micheal met, but during that time, you were still together. You could jump into his arms and kiss his dimpled cheek; the sudden realization that you hadn't actually seen the brunette since you broke up made your heart squeeze. Seeing him felt more real, and the growing realization that nothing would ever be the same again made the air feel heavy.
You paused as you saw a girl with bouncy curls rush over to him, a small boy close behind as she linked their arms. You hadn't realized until then that a part of you was still clinging onto a foolish, utterly bitter sense of hope that things could return to the way they were. You couldn't have been more foolish, the excitement within you replaced with a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to turn around, run away, and drink until you cough your lungs out on some empty street bench. But you couldn't; you weren't here for Michael or yourself; you were here for Lucy's sake.
Taking in a deep breath, you walked over and cleared your throat. Michael had walked up to a group of guys, two of whom you recognized. They turned to you, four eyes curiously staring at one, another pair looking upset, and lastly, Michaels were surprised.
“Y/N?”
"The one and only." You rolled your eyes, trying to retain a sense of normality despite your emotional turmoil. The hippy-look-alike glanced between you two, taking an almost protective step in front of Micheal. "Who are you?"
Before Micheal could answer, you beat him to it. "A friend." You mused, shaking her hand. "I'm Y/N, an old childhood friend from Phoenix." She seemed to relax at the information, nodding with a gentle smile. "I'm Star, Micheal's girlfriend."
Hiding your soft grimace, you nodded with a strained smile.
"What are you doing here, Y/N?"
"Not going to introduce us first, Mikey?" The smooth voice hummed out, but the tone was laced with something else. You couldn't place it, but it almost sounded dissatisfied. You couldn't really answer before Micheal grabbed your arm, a bit too tight for your liking. "Stay out of it, David."
Micheal dragged you away, taking advantage of your stunned state. You suddenly understood what Sam and Lucy had been worrying about. Micheal didn't act like that, at least not for the past few years you've known him. He shoved and pushed his way through the crowd, though that wasn't very hard considering how the people practically split just to avoid you two. He didn't look back at you, nor did his grip loosen until you two were somewhere at the end of the boardwalk; the crowd lessened with every meter.
When you finally came to a stop, you were suddenly pulled into a tight hug. One of his arms snaked around your waist, a grip firm but gentle. His other hand had tangled itself in your hair, practically cradling your head as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.
If you didn't have whiplash from the sudden rushing, you definitely had some now from the abrupt affection. He seemed to be, inhaling you? "Micheal." You nudged his chest, finally able to separate yourself from a very unwilling brunette.
"What are you doing here, Y/N?" His voice was gentle, careful even. As if you'd run away again, which was odd since you weren't the one who left.
"I came to visit you; I see you've made some new friends.." You wandered over to the railing, hopping on carefully.
"Yeah, a lot's happened." He murmured, rubbing his neck to relieve his phantom discomfort. You nodded, silently asking him to go on. "Your family's worried about you; what's been going on, Mikey?" You nudged further, wanting to get to the core of the problem. You couldn't try and help if you didn't know what the hell was going on, but your prodding seemingly did the opposite as Michael became visibly more uncomfortable. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, rubbed his neck and brushed his fingers through his hair.
"I know, I know—a lot has been going on. I just can't tell you about it." He settled on that answer, getting closer before resting beside you. He leaned his forearms against the railing, glancing at the ocean.
"Will you be staying here for long?" You could tell he was trying to change the subject but ultimately decided that patience was the key in this situation. But apart, small and subtle, I enjoyed the way his question almost sounded pleading.
"Mhm, took a few weeks off for vacation. Lucy's giving me her spare room; I hope you don't mind." He shook his head, his signature crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Nah, I'm glad. Haven't spent any time with my girl in a while."
"Your girl?"
He stuttered at that, "I mean—you know, guess that kinda just slipped." He seemed embarrassed, but you weren't gonna have it. What about Star?
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Star? No, she isn't my girlfriend. It's complicated, but we haven't ever really gotten official." He explained, rubbing his temples at the thought.
You nodded, "Then don't call me your girl Micheal. We broke up; I'm your friend. Please remember that." You reminded him as gently as you could, noticing the subtle flash of pain across his features before he nodded.
Feeling the sudden heaviness in the air, you frowned, looking around as you thought of a way to change the subject. "So, who exactly are your friends?"
"Allow me to take charge of this one, Micheal." A deep, familiar voice mused. The blonde mullet-wearing dude always seemed like a cat, sneaky and quiet but always in the mood to toy with something, in this case, someone.
"Since our Mikey seemed to hide you from us, which is awfully rude of you. I'll take charge from here." He stepped closer, glancing you over. He had an odd look in his eyes and almost seemed angry with Michael for taking you away. However, before the blonde could talk, a rocker look-like, the man you had sworn you saw in your bar prior bounced up beside you and slung his arm around your shoulder.
You ignored the tingles you felt when your bare skin met his but instead chucked it up to your lack of action recently. "I'm Paul, sweetheart!" He stared at you for a bit too long for comfort before moving on. "That's Marko, David, and the brooding guy over there is little ol' Dwayne."
"Why did Dwayne get an extra introduction, and I'm just Marko?" You couldn't help but chuckle at the banter, feeling like the group was awfully playful. So what was the problem? You could see Micheal having a good time with them, so why the sudden change.
"Well, I'm Y/N. Michael's, old friend." You formally introduced, not expecting much, but Dwayne nodded. All of them seemed to be in their own world, Dwayne appearing the most interested. Had you known how focused they actually were on you, analyzing your heart beat, body language, anything they could grasp onto you would've run.
"What brings you to Santa Carla Y/N." David leaned against the railing, his cold gaze curious. "Seems like a pretty far distance to go for just a friend." He added, and at that moment, you got the sense that you just couldn't lie to David. That cold, icy gaze practically looked through you. As if he's had years of experience understanding human behavior, it unnerved you.
"Well, I'm also here for a vacation." You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.
He gave you a look that simply screamed that he didn't believe you before moving on. "Are you gonna be staying here for long, sugar?" Marko took you out of that uncomfortable situation, making you nod with a hum. "Depends on what you consider long, but I'll be here for a few weeks."
"Well, we ought' to show you around here then. Show you all Santa Carla's got to offer!" Marko hollered, which received agreeing gazes from everyone except Micheal, who appeared rather upset. But you were here, and what better way to understand Micheal than by meeting his friends. "The hell with it." You mused, a grin tugging at your lips at the cheers and eager looks around you.
So, you explored Santa Carla just like Marko had said. Practically losing your soul during the fast carnival rides, winning petty prizes, eating greasy food, fucking with surfer nazis, and stealing some things here and there. So now you were here, surrounded by the starry sky and the roaring ocean. A campfire crackling on the sand as you were sitting in between Michael and Dwayne. With a beer bottle in hand, everyone seemed relaxed despite the playful fighting happening between Paul and Marko.
"So, tell me a little about yourself. How'd you come to know our boy Mikey here?" David had been on your ass since you met; he didn't let your lie slide earlier, even if he hadn't acknowledged it. He was so eager to know about the true nature between you and Micheal, and at the question, you couldn't help but notice Star perk up beside Micheal.
"Nothin' much to tell, I'm afraid. I met Michael when he was interning at his father's mechanics shop when I finally got a car from my old man, only to have it break down on me several weeks later. That is where we met." You glanced at Michael, seeing a faint smile tug on his lips as he seemingly played with the sand.
"I was new, and he offered me a tour around town. One thing led to another, and we became friends. Didn't get together until what, junior year? Yeah, around that time." You add, watching as Paul and Marko suddenly stop rough-housing. "Wait, you two were together?" Paul asked, staring between your two. "You said you were just friends," Marko added, an odd glint in his eyes. You shrugged, taking a quick swig of your beer.
"We are just friends, Mikey and I broke up when he left for Santa Carla." You glanced at the brunette, seeing the way his smile had dissolved. There was a glaze to his eyes as if he was somewhere else completely. You understood; perhaps that's why you guys got together in the first place. You simply understood Michael, the way he was currently dancing with you again in his memories. It was apparent to you.
"Ah." The sound of David's stern hum of acknowledgment made you turn your attention back to the group of boys. They all seemed to be in thought, but none looked too pleased with your previous relationship. "Been happily single ever since—well, I haven't really been looking, to be honest." You added, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh, you hear that, boys?" Paul grinned, getting up and moving behind you. He rested his hands on your shoulder, leaning down to rest his chin on the top of your head. "She's open for the taking!"
"That is not what I meant—"Before you could finish your sentence, Paul and Marko picked you up. They cheered as they ran towards the inky black ocean water, grinning to themselves as Paul held your hands and Marko your feet. They swung you threateningly over the water's edge. Your screams were filled with laughter as they grinned.
"What do you say, Paul? Should our little sunflower get a drop in the ocean for lying to us?" Paul grinned a mischievous cat-like grin. Glancing at Marko, the expression was practically mirrored. "I don't know, Paulie; maybe she should. Wash off all of that Michael stench off of her."
"Don't drop me! Fuck you, seriously. Don't you dare!" You warned, trying to wiggle yourself out of their death grip.
"Nah, threats won't work on us, honey. Maybe a reward will work, hmm. What do you think, Paul?"
"I think a kiss ought' to do it," Paul answered, glancing between you and his devil-like companion. "Couldn't agree more."
"Fine, fine, have your stupid kiss but let me down!"
As if on cue, they synced up. "If you say so!" Marko cheered as, with a powerful swing, they threw you over and into the water. You let out a shrill screech, landing in the water ungraciously. Once you popped back up, you glared at the two.
Wincing as you tried to get up, you promptly plopped back into the water with a splash. They heard you loud and clear, and Michael was already by Marko and Paul's side. David and Dwayne followed, but not as quickly.
"You okay, sugar?" Paul asked, frowning as you shook your head. You held out a hand to him, silently asking for help to get up. When he walked over to you, not minding his now wet boots. He grabbed your hand, not expecting you to harshly tug him down and into the water with you.
You cackled, wanting to commit the blonde's dumbfounded expression to memory. "Damn girl, you made me worried!" He explained, and Marko nearly doubled over laughing. He splashed you, wrapping his arm around your waist under the water. You froze, not expecting the contact. "That was rather evil of you, sunflower," he mused, in a tone far too low and husky than you had expected coming from the rocker-wannabe.
"And throwing me into the water, wasn't?" You mimicked, turning to glance at him. He laughed, pulling you closer. You could feel his breath taunting your skin; his gaze was all too narrow and lustful for your liking. He looked hungry, practically starved, as he grinned at you. "But I am evil, sunflower, and the one thing you can trust in a bad guy is that he'll always do something awful. It's the good ones you gotta be careful about," He hummed, his gaze shifting to your lips. He lifted his hand, cupping your jaw as he traced his thumb against your lip. "The good ones are a wild card, baby; you never know when they're finally gonna give in." He whispered, and at that moment, you knew he wasn't just talking about petty, mean deeds.
He was referring to you if the position you weren't in wasn't clear enough. However, before you could respond, Michael broke you two up. Unable to form a proper response, you followed your old friend, watching as he returned you to the rest of the group.
"What were they thinking? You'll catch your death being wet this late at night!" Micheal murmured as he complained, making you roll your eyes. "I'm fine; we were just having some fun." You defended, watching as Marko slung his arm around your shoulder. "Yeah, chill out, Mikey."
Dwanye seemed to agree with Micheal instead as he grabbed your hand and gently led you back to the campfire to warm up again. He didn't mind the sudden chill now; your body was still fired up from your earlier encounter with Paul. You felt a heavy cloth drape over your shoulders, glancing to see David's coat loosely set over you. He sat down beside you, handing you your previously abandoned beer bottle.
"Thanks," you smiled.
"It's already so late, yet you don't seem even the slightest bit tired. Do you usually stay up this late?" He asked though he didn't look at you at first. One of his hands loosely held a cigarette, letting a puff of smoke escape through his lips. His eyes focused on the blazing fire in front of you before gradually looking into your eyes. Once again, you could feel your ability to lie fade, not with such a dominating gaze practically reading you.
"I work at a bar most days of the week; you get used to late nights." You explained, being honest for once. He nodded, seemingly appreciating your bluntness.
"Doesn't sound like that's the safest job." Dwayne chimed in, an odd look of concern across his features. You weren't sure what to make of that look; you weren't close enough to garner that concern. But couldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach, fuck, how starved were you for affection?
"Neither is staying in Santa Carla, but here we are." You murmured, a little embarrassed at yourself for being so desperate. You couldn't really describe it, but being around them felt right. Having their attention felt right, and a part of you wanted to keep it. David chuckled at your answer, subtly resting his hand on your thigh.
"Yet here we are." He repeated, his deep voice sending shivers down your back.
"Fuck." You heard someone hiss loudly, everyone's gaze turning to Micheal, who was staring at his watch. "David, it's nearly sunrise." He cursed sternly, sending panicked looks across everyone except the leader. You were surprised yourself, having completely lost track of time. But you were a little confused as all the guys got up and guided you back to the pier.
"You guys got a curfew or something?" You asked, biting the inside of your cheek. Dwanye chuckled as he and the others walked over to their bikes. "Miss us already, sugar?" Paul hummed, getting on his bike. Micheal shook his head, taking your hand gently in his. He caressed the chilled hand with his thumb, and you couldn't help but notice that Micheals's hand was just as cold as yours. "We just have something we need to do; see you tomorrow?"
"You're not going home?" You asked, slightly surprised at the sudden change in atmosphere. "No, like I said, we have something planned." He seemed more nervous, rubbing his neck. A nervous tick he developed when Michael was lying. But you didn't feel like pushing, so you let go of his hand with a sigh.
He walked to his bike, the five starting their engines with a powerful roar. Paul and Marko wave as they drive off, Dwayne following. Michael stared longingly at you, starting his back before driving off too. David moved but promptly stopped before you. One of his feet resting on the floor. He caressed your cheek with his gloved hand, watching you carefully. You felt pulled as if the boy's leaving was pulling your heart along with them. "You think to much." David hummed teasingly, staring into your eyes. "Come back to the boardwalk tomorrow; I'll come and find you," he instructed, not leaving any room for debate.
"How'll you manage that?" You taunted, your breath hitching as he promptly leaned closer.
But instead of a snarky remark, his hand that rested on your cheek slid back. Tangling his fingers in your hair, keeping a firm grip on the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. Sparks flew, and you were sure you could have burnt yourself at the searing heat of the kiss. David wasn't gentle, and there was a dominating eagerness to his lips that commanded your utter acceptance. His teeth playfully nipped your bottom lip, pulling it slowly as he parted. You pulled away with lidded eyes, observing the same intoxicated look flash across David's features.
"See you tomorrow, baby." He chuckled, roaring his engine before leaving you. It took you several minutes to recuperate, walking back into the main center of the boardwalk.
Walking past a closing video store, you weren't really paying attention to your surroundings. The sound of a man's voice pulling you out of your daze, looking around your eyes connected with those of a middle-aged man. You recognized him as the video store owner, who must've said something to you.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" You asked, now focused on the man.
"I said you should stay away from those bikers; they're nothing but trouble." His words seemed stern, yet they had the unnerving power to upset you.
"Yeah, you know them or something?" You asked in an accusatory tone, hearing the man shake his head with a small sigh.
"You've got the same attitude as them; if it were up to me, I wouldn't let you in. But Lucy always wanted a daughter." The man's tone turned sadistic as he got closer, pushing you into a nearby alleyway. Panic shot through you, every fiber of your being screaming at you to run. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. But before your fight or flight response could kick in, you were knocked against the wall with such force the wind was knocked out of you. Leaving you disoriented and wheezing for air.
You felt his fangs graze your skin, a small sob escaping you. A fear of dying, hate for pain, and lingering betrayal being too much for your eyes to hold. What did Lucy have to do with this? You didn't deserve to die, not like this!
You were scared. One of your hands placed itself on his chest, clenching the fabric of his jacket between your fingers as you desperately tried pushing him away. Thrashing as much as you could. When the pain finally arrived, you winced harshly and gasped. The hold on the man's jacket grew tighter as his jaw clenched. It fucking hurt. Hurt like hell. But he refused to move, not wanting to make the feeling worse. The longer you stood there, the more accustomed you felt to the dull aching. It was an awful feeling, leaving you feeling dirty all over, but whatever was happening, it sparked hopes that you might get out of this alive.
You could feel particular sharp sparks of pain whenever you moved, shifting the puncture wounds. Your mind grew cloudy the longer he drank.
"Stop.." You whispered, the words sounding frail and weak. The man needed to stop. Your body was slowly growing light, the feeling of dizziness and sleepiness festering inside you. The hand holding onto him loosened its grip before slowly falling against your side. Your tears had stopped a few minutes ago, your cheeks glistening from the wetness. Your eyes grew dull in color, silently fighting yourself to stay awake. You could practically hear your heart hammering against your chest, each beat loud and overwhelming as it rang through your ears.
It felt like you were dying, and a part of you was convinced you actually were.
Your body was in a state of searing, burning pain. Your heartbeat rang like cathedral drums, harsh and loud before the sound turned quiet. One beat, a pause, then silence. Your body limp and cold, your lifeless body let the blood of its murderer wash down your tongue. Suddenly everything began to burn inside you; your mouth ached horribly, and your fingertips too. Your body felt freezing cold until some drop of relief washed over you, and through your mouth came a small stream of euphoria. Practically lighting your every fiber on fire. Your eyes opened, no longer their usual color but a vivid yellow. Your hand instinctively grabbed the man's wrist, your mind going blank as you sink your teeth into the crimson liquid.
A sigh of relief escaped you as you closed your eyes, swallowing greedily as you calmed the burning inside yourself. You didn't let the man budge, your new, sharpened nails practically digging into his forearm. You felt insatiable; no matter how hurriedly you lapped and sucked on the wound, you wanted more, more blood.
You didn't relent; you practically couldn't. But the urge to look up at your murderer was undeniable. You pulled away, a small trail of the man's blood trailing down the corner of your lips as you looked up at him. Large, doe-eyed hungry eyes stared up at him, the look of a pure predator.
You had died in that alleyway, after all; a part of you just knew that. With speed unrecognizable, you ran away, not sure where, but far, far, away from the boardwalk.
The next night, David and the others did not find you at the boardwalk. But none of them were just going to let you go like that, no, not when mates were so hard to find. It was hard enough for them to have let you go last night, and if it wasn't for the threat of the approaching sun, they wouldn't have. Their boardwalk princess was missing, and there would be hell to pay if they didn't find you soon.
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chapter six: fireproof
pairing: fem retired formula one driver reader x ??? fem retired formula one driver reader x platonic!kimi antonelli
testing is finally here and after the car launch, y/n is not looking forward to the mercedes garage
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the day and a half after the car launch before max was called into the factory by red bull was a slice of peace y/n had longed for for three years. but also one she couldn’t help think would be the last bit of peace she would be afforded this season.
the pair woke up the morning after the launch, bundled up together and hair sticking up in every direction.
“good morning” y/n said, words smothered by max’s chest. the dutchman grumbled to himself as he wrapped his arms around her even tighter.
“max, your phone won’t stop vibrating - please tell whoever it is to fuck off”
max groaned, flipped over and grabbed his phone. with his eyes shut, max jammed a couple buttons and suddenly the gravely voice of helmut marko rung out.
“max! where are you? the team have just informed me that you left early and are not at the hotel?”
the dutchman finally opened his eyes. he pulled y/n back into his side and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“helmut, it’s too early for this many questions.”
“i asked you one, very straight forward question, max.”
“i’ll be at the factory tomorrow, don’t worry.”
helmut sighed down the phone, “wherever you are, make sure you’re not late and not spotted doing anything untoward.”
“me? untoward? helmut, i didn’t know you thought so low of me.”
“the only reason i believe you is because you’re on your best behaviour with y/n back, maybe we should add her to our payroll as well.”
y/n couldn’t stop herself before she burst out laughing. she smacked a hand over her mouth but it was too late. helmut hummed.
“i see. good morning miss y/ln. make sure he’s in top condition for tomorrow.”
“will do, helmut.”
max hung up as soon as he could and threw his phone down the bed. he smiles down at y/n, “that’s not exactly how i pictured my first morning in bed with you.”
“so you’ve pictured this?” y/n questions, raising an eyebrow.
“no? yes? maybe? i definitely have but i don’t want to creep you out so what do you want to hear?”
y/n laughs as he buries his head in the pillow, whining in embarrassment.
“maxy…” she sings and pokes his back.
“don’t look at me! i’m a freak!” max yells, muffled in the pillow.
“but you’re a freak for me?”
“isn’t it obvious?”
y/n finally gets max to lessen his grip on the pillow and look back up at her. there’s a dusting of pink on his face and a concerned look in his eye.
“don’t worry, i like it. as long as you’re only a freak for me.”
max ducked his head again, “as happy as i am to hear that, can we refrain from saying it like that? i was proud i managed to wake up without morning wood and you’re really testing that resolve right now.”
y/n’s laugh reverberated around the room. without the needy meows of brando, the pair could stay snuggled in the bed for much longer than usual.
“max?” y/n asked, the dutchman had rearranged them so that he could be the little spoon and had his head resting on her chest, “please don’t be sorry for your feelings. they don’t make me uncomfortable and unlike others you didn’t just assume i reciprocated. i like what we have and i want to see where it could go, but i want to take it slow. i don’t want people butting in and adding their two pence. i just want you - and our furry babies.”
y/n could see the smile breaking out on max’s face before he even lifted his head from her chest.
“i said i just want to exist with you,” max said, “that will never, ever change.”
the dutchman’s eyes flicked down to her lips and the blush returned when he realised he wasn’t too subtle about it. y/n gives him a small nod and max leans in.
“can i?”
“please,” y/n whispered as max’s lips connected with hers. it was a small peck, just a press of lips, but it was enough. both pulled back and smiled, happy to breathe the same air for a while. y/n’s hand wrapped around his nape and pulled him in for another one. this kiss lasted longer, the pair pouring their years of pining into it, communicating something words could not describe.
for a moment y/n wished that she hadn’t returned to formula one. she wished that this would be her life. happy in her coop in west london with her and max’s cats waiting for the dutchman to come home, far away from her past ghosts and the sport that nearly killed her.
“will you still find me attractive in mercedes kit?”
“that’s a stupid question. you’re the most beautiful person in the world. yes, i would prefer if it were my number and my colours, but i’ll live with it if it means seeing you at every race.”
y/n giggled, the dutchman pressed another kiss to her lips because he could.
“i know you’ll be rooting for kimi this season, but i’ll win every race for you. even if the red bull is a shit box, i’ll fight everyone to bring that trophy home to you.”
“my singular monza trophy is a little lonely,” y/n said, “but your wins are yours, not anyone else’s”
y/n pushed back the duvet and started to get out of bed, much to the chagrin of max. despite his attempted puppy-dog eyes, y/n shuffled into her slippers and made her way to the kitchen.
“find something good to watch, i’ll cook up one last cheat meal for you,” y/n’s voice called from the hallway. max stayed led in the bed, a dumb smile on his face. it all felt a bit too good to be true and he hoped those in the paddock who had already caused some trouble would stay out of this.
despite another night of snuggles, max did not want to leave for milton keynes the next morning. y/n had made him a breakfast sandwich for the ride, but it did little to console the young dutchman even though the pair would be apart for just two days before they’d reunite in monaco and fly out to bahrain.
“i don’t wanna go… i want to stay here, you’re so much nicer to look at than christian!”
max was dragging his feet as he made his way to the hire car. he even tried to delay his departure by roping frank into a conversation but y/n had thought of that and rung down to reception in advance.
“it’s like you want me gone!” max cried as he put his bags in the car.
y/n laced her fingers in his, “you know i’ll miss you, but i don’t want to hear helmut’s voice any more than i have to, so you have to go. i’ll see you in monaco.”
max pulled her into one last kiss and reluctantly got into the car. y/n waved him off as he disappeared into the streets of london.
“finally!”
a yell boomed out in the garage, making y/n jump and stick her keys out as a makeshift weapon. frank stood at the entrance of the garage with a huge smile on his face. y/n calmed down when she saw the older man.
“frank! that scared the shit out of me! how long have you been there?”
“long enough.”
frank looked very smug. y/n made her way to the entrance, pointedly ignoring the older man.
“don’t be mad, i won’t tell anyone. i’m just glad you finally realised what was right in front of you.”
did everyone see it before her? it certainly seems that way.
“we’re taking it slow, so i’d appreciate if you kept this under your hat, frank.”
“of course, miss y/ln. would you like me to arrange for another parking spot for your flat?”
y/n tried to keep a stern look but she just couldn’t help it and smiled at the older man.
“that would be lovely, thank you.”
her apartment was quiet without max. she didn’t want to say she missed him just yet, but she had to busy herself with something before she fell down that hole. she needed to pack and get a flight back to monaco so she could spend a little more time with the cats before pre-season testing kicked off the season.
y/n’s phone buzzed with a message.
kimi: y/nnnnnnnn huge favour to ask! george can only give me a lift back to london before we go to bahrain so could i maybe get a lift to brackley???
y/n: if you buy my coffee at each stop you’ve got a deal.
kimi: yes, yes. i know your order - THANK YOU !
she better get to packing.
the italian stood on the side of the road, wrapped up in two coats, a hat and a scarf. ollie stood beside him in just a t-shirt, some shorts and a pair of flip flops, showing off his british aversion to the cold.
y/n pulled up beside the pair and winded down the window. “don’t you know hitchhikers are dangerous?”
kimi smiled and gave ollie a quick hug, popping the boot and shoving his small suitcase in. the italian slipped into the passenger seat and waved at ollie.
“why didn’t i have the idea to ask you to be my mentor?” ollie whined, “esteban is great and he has already given me a ton of lifts but you’re you!”
“snooze you lose” kimi said, poking out his tongue.
“esteban is great ollie, don’t believe all this shit about him being a bad teammate. he’s lovely and will be more than happy to help you out. however, we do need to go because i need to drop off this princess and get a flight to monaco. ciao!”
y/n stood on the gas and flew off down the street. from the corner of her eye, y/n could see kimi studying her. this wasn’t too strange for the italian, he often just stared at her, amazed that she had even agreed.
“i can feel you staring kimi, do you have a question?”
“why are you so happy?”
y/n laughed at the bluntness. the italian sputtered, “i mean i’m happy you’re happy, but i can’t help but be suspicious. i haven’t heard a peep from you since the car launch… and a little birdy told me you left with a certain someone.”
“it’s been two days, kimi!”
“you’re still smiling, you can’t stop and considering you smiled maybe twice in the first couple days i knew you - this means something!”
“fine! you caught me. i did go home with max. i’m not saying anymore than we’re happy and we’re taking it slow. i’m telling you because i believe for a good mentor relationship i should be completely open, as should you. also you’re like a quasi-son to me so there’s also that. do not tell anyone else, i’m serious. not even ollie.”
kimi whined at that, “but i tell ollie everything!”
“well not this. you saw how some of the people, including your teammate are with me and max, i do not want to give them any ammunition, okay?”
kimi hummed to himself, his brain whirring so loudly that even y/n could hear it over the music and the road. “speaking of those who WILL be without ammunition because i WILL keep my mouth zipped shut… how are we actually planning on tackling george this season?”
y/n was making the turn off of the motorway and towards brackley as she chuckled, “aside from physically tackling him at testing? i am joking, by the way. kimi, i don’t want you to worry about george anywhere but the track. he talks a big talk, but he’s very easy to frustrate when he’s not winning. don’t give him the rise he’ll want, okay?”
the tension rose in the car, it had all been fun and games up until this point, cocktails parties and car launches. but now it was getting real. y/n had the voice in the back of her head that worried that her off-track drama with the other drivers could impact kimi’s career.
“please stop worrying, y/n. i know what you’re thinking, but i am capable of handling it myself. i may only be eighteen but i’m not afraid of anyone.”
y/n pulled up outside of the mercedes factory and turned to kimi. she grabbed his hands, “promise me, kimi. promise me that if the drama with me gets too much, you will say something. i know it’s your dream to work with me, but make sure i do not interfere with your career.”
kimi scoffed, “them being afraid of you will never be your fault, you know-”
“it doesn’t matter if my fault or not, if their pettiness fucks with you, i won’t be able to forgive myself…”
just as they spoke, george pulled up beside them in his mercedes. the brit wasn’t alone in his car however. a brunette woman sat in the passenger seat, and much like george, her eyes narrowed at the sight of y/n.
“that’s carmen, george’s girlfriend. she doesn’t usually come to the factory with him?” kimi gasped, “maybe she’s here to stake her claim on george, as if you’d want him anyway…”
y/n laughed as kimi got out of the car. the italian grabbed his stuff from the boot and walked round to the window. y/n rolled it down and the two did their handshake.
“enjoy the prep, bunny, don’t make too much mess. see you in bahrain!”
the moment was cut short by someone clearing their throat. carmen had rolled down her window and was looking at kimi, less than impressed. the italian squeaked a quick goodbye and shuffled towards the entrance.
y/n tried not to make eye contact with carmen as she inputted the airport’s address into her gps. she was baffled by the news that george even had a girlfriend, not that she wanted kimi or the couple to know that. how long had they been together? did she know about y/n and about george’s weird feud with her? too many questions and not enough answers.
george and carmen made their way past y/n’s car and stopped just in front of the entrance, pointedly in y/n’s eye line. the two kissed, messily for people their age, and just to sum up her return so far, george kept eye contact with y/n the entire time, his hand wandering lower and lower on carmen.
2025 was the year of psychological warfare it seemed. y/n could work with that.
she sped out of the car park with new vigour. if psychological warfare was what george was ordering, y/n needed to know everything about everyone. she had stayed away from the drama surrounding formula one in her three years away from the sport, but it was time to go full gossip girl.
it’s crazy how much you can find in an hour in an airline bar about your former colleagues. y/n’s phone started ringing loudly, earning her some dirty looks in the lounge.
“maxy! did you know that george dated nyck’s sister?” y/n said, shovelling the free nuts in her mouth, “and that lando and pierre once liked the same girl in dubai?”
“why oh why are you telling me about this?” max said.
“because that prick wants psychological warfare, so i have to know everything!”
max hummed, not convinced. “am i like missing something?”
“i took kimi to brackley this morning and was treated to a lovely show from george and carmen. the weirdo kept eye contact with me the entire time! so if he wants to play it like that, i gotta know my enemies.”
“as weird as this all is, i’m glad to see you’re so into all of this, miss detective.”
y/n laughed, “i know i’m reading way too much about all of this, but i swear to god if he tries to fuck with kimi or you, i’ll play dirty if i have to. i mean i just don’t understand why he’s being such an asshole now about everything i supposedly did when he has a girlfriend - insecure much?”
max laughed down the line, they really were so much more alike than people would think. hearing her now, max wished she was back in the paddock for qatar and abu dhabi last year just to see what kind of revenge she could’ve thought up.
“anyway, maxy, are you still at the factory?”
“yeah, we’re just on a break, i’m outside getting some air and i didn’t know whether you were on the plane yet or not - you know you could’ve taken air max if you wanted to?”
y/n smiled, “i didn’t need your plane for a trip to monaco, silly! i’ll only be on the flight for a little while anyway and i’m only going because i’m having withdrawal symptoms from my babies!”
“why would you say this, now i want to see them!”
the boarding sign popped up, “ah! i gotta go maxy, i’ll text you when i’m back at yours - what time does the cat sitter go?”
“she will have left like an hour or so before you get back. stay safe, i -”
there was chatter in the background, “i gotta go, bye!”
max hung up quickly. y/n was left to her thoughts again and just how much life can change. this time three years ago she was making notes about the season coming, turns to watch and previous first lap incidents and now she’s compiling gossip on the grid’s personal lives? part of her wanted to be ashamed, but in the same vain, she knew that her adversaries hadn’t spared a moment for introspection.
max’s apartment in monaco was alight with the impatient meows from brando, sassy and jimmy. the cats yowled like they hadn’t been fed in days, although clarissa, the cat sitter, had sent max and y/n nearly hourly updates on them.
“oh my babies! momma missed you so much!” y/n said, abandoning her suitcase at the door and ushering the cats towards the couch. once she was sat, brando bullied his way onto her lap, his spot, and jimmy and sassy snuggled up beside her as closely as possible.
she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of herself and the cats and sent it to max.
max: all my favourites in one place, you’re making listening to christian drone on even harder
y/n: you better keep listening, maxy, don’t want anyone else winning this season do you?
max: i do hate losing…
y/n smiled to herself, there was no lying to now, this place with the cats and max felt like home. the most at home y/n had felt for years.
“right, momma needs to shower and cook, babies!” brando did not look impressed but consoled himself by going back to grooming an equally unimpressed jimmy.
y/n rustled around max’s wardrobe trying to find a smaller towel for her hair. max wasn’t the most organised, especially with a wardrobe where he could just shut the door and forget the mess behind it. she finally got the towel loose, but with the last yank, a small book came flying out of the wardrobe.
the book was a small leather-bound book, clearly loved, bursting at the seams with use. y/n flicked open the book, scanning a couple of the pages. she could recognise the handwriting anywhere, was this max’s diary?
y/n flicked through a couple more of the pages before she landed on a page that boldly stated “fuck lando” in bold capitals. oh? the page was dated for a day in january 2020, just before she started her formula one career.
she knew this was a massive invasion of privacy, but max had never mentioned having a bust up with lando around that time - her curiosity had gotten the better of her.
i don’t know what lando’s problem is? i was on a discord call with him, george and alex this evening and he was in such a mood with me. it was all about y/n as usual with him, he’s being proper weird about her. of course we’ve already started training and discussing racing lines? we’re best friends. it’s almost like he knows i have feelings for her? but i know i haven’t been THAT obvious, at least not as bad as him and george. they think i don’t know, but they must think i’m dumb or blind (or both). he’s going to ruin his friendship with her if he’s not careful. i have loved y/n for as long as i can remember, but i don’t ever intend on making that her problem - why would she ever want to be with me? they assume because they’ve known her so long that they have this weird claim on her. i don’t know - i have a bad feeling about how this might all play out… i’ll just be there for y/n, she’s going to need it…
y/n slapped the book shut, feeling guilty about just how much she had read. max had liked her for that long? even when she was a jittery rookie with hormonal acne and way too much to say. and lando has always had this problem? there was never any chance of them being good teammates was there?
it feels like there’s a surprise around every corner since y/n reopened the pandora’s box that is formula one. how much was there left to reveal? to hurt her? can she handle what other secrets the sport has waiting for her?
but on the other side, if she had stayed in the shadows, y/n would’ve never known about max’s feelings and would never have the opportunity for what she feels right now.
y/n tucked the book back in the wardrobe and tried to wash the guilt off in the shower.
bahrain international circuit
testing was a boring affair for everyone that wasn’t in or working on the car. y/n was on her third coffee of the morning just out of pure boredom. kimi was in the car for the morning session and despite him paying her salary, toto did not seem like he’d make good conversation based on the frown on his face.
y/n saw sky making their way back down the pit lane and ducked back into the drivers’ rooms. because timing and fate loved y/n, george was leaving his just at the same moment.
it took a concerted effort not to roll her eyes as she forced out a quick good morning. george stopped in his tracks.
“good morning to you too?”
y/n gave him a nod and continued to kimi’s room, george grabbed her hand.
“are we going to have a problem the entire season? all of kimi’s career?”
“why would i have a problem, george? is there a reason i should have a problem?”
george huffed, “listen to me. we used to be so close… i wasn’t the one who crashed into you, why are you treating me like this?”
“george i’m not treating you like anything! 19 other drivers didn’t hear from me, you’re not special.”
y/n took a sip of her coffee, trying to school her heart rate, “you may have not crashed into me, but you hardly said much afterwards. you didn’t even come and visit me in the hospital? you didn’t post or say a single thing about me? you barely could bring yourself to say my name, so please spare me the lecture.”
george opened his mouth to respond but stopped, he tried to make eye contact with y/n but she avoided it.
“i didn’t think you wanted to see anyone to do with formula one! and you’re you! you hate dumb shit like instagram dedications and all that stuff…”
“you and your little partner in crime seem to be baffled about how max was the one who slipped through the cracks and stayed in my life. well read between the lines, idiot! his dedication to me is still pinned on his account, my number is on his helmet and he made the effort after the crash! you did nothing and you still expect me to coddle you?”
george tried to interject, “no! i think you’ve said enough already, george. you say all of this shit about how i led you on, but now you’re bringing up old drama when you’ve been in a relationship for years? so what’s the real reason? because so help me god, you fuck with kimi and i burn this whole place down.”
just behind george, y/n saw toto come into view. the austrian’s face told her that he had heard everything.
“well wasn’t that just great, thank you, you two. next time you have a domestic at track, please lower your voice, the entire garage now knows your business.”
“toto, i can assure you i will be nothing less than professional this season. winning with mercedes is my top priority, y/n will learn her place in this garage.”
even toto seemed taken aback by george’s words. y/n turned, her shoulder knocking george’s on the way past, “i think toto is well aware of who he hired and i know my place, just like kimi knows his… don’t crane your neck too much looking up at him on the podium.”
y/n shut the door to kimi’s driver room, and slid down to the floor. it was only the first day of testing and she’s exhausted. just outside the room she can hear george and toto still talking.
“i’m just saying i think it’s insane and honestly a little disrespectful that you hired her to begin with, toto.”
“i hired her because she was a talented driver and is willing to mentor kimi. i was not aware you two had a problem, and the fact that i’ve heard so much about it now without knowing what it actually is makes me think that the problem was in fact YOU. now calm down and get ready for your session.”
okay, maybe not all hope was lost. but y/n knew that this was just the start, the real racing had yet to begin and who knows how far george could take it, especially if the mercedes is competitive and especially if he finds out about her and max.
y/n popped open her laptop to keep track of kimi’s times on track but found herself struggling to keep her eyes open. by the time her impromptu nap had finished, kimi was making his way back into the garage, finishing the morning session. y/n made her way back into the garage to greet him as he made his way out of the car.
the session looked positive for the italian, but the pair were still anxious to see how george would perform, considering both were on the same program for the day. when kimi lifted his helmet, the two made eye contact, the italian’s eyes were so expressive that y/n could already hear the excited chatter.
“oh my god, y/n that was amazing! i know i’ve driven f1 cars before but knowing it’s actually mine for the season? wow!”
“well i’m glad you enjoyed it, let’s get some electrolytes in you before we sit down to analyse everything.”
the pair headed for the mercedes hospitality, with the other morning drivers doing the same throughout the paddock. during y/n’s nap she had missed the only real incident of the day, but a certain spaniard was about to make sure she knew.
“hey! antonelli!”
kimi’s head whipped around to see an angry carlos sainz charging towards him. the spaniard was clearly taking advantage of the lack of media outlets allowed at testing, getting in kimi’s face.
“you might be a rookie, but you’ll stay out of my way, got it? impede me like that again and we’ll see what happens!”
y/n pulled kimi behind her and jabbed her finger at carlos’ chest. “you self-important asshole, he didn’t impede you it’s testing. i know you’re at williams this season, so you’re going to have to invent a storyline for yourself, but trust me, this is not the one you want.”
“stay out of this y/ln, why don’t you stick to hopping into whoever’s winning’s bed, huh?”
y/n let out a sarcastic laugh, not caring about the small crowd forming around them. “your glory days, well whatever you call being stuck in charles’ shadow, playing politics with daddy to get given wins at ferrari only to be cast aside when you got a bit too big for your boots, are over. don’t be the bitter old bitch that makes rookies’ lives hell? oh wait, you’ve always been that way haven’t you?”
“you are a perpetual victim, y/n. that was years ago, get over it.”
“and yet you still act the exact same way. telling, really.”
carlos stayed quiet this time and y/n took that as the chance to guide kimi to hospitality. with their backs turned, “she won’t always be there for you, rookie! she can’t sleep with all of the stewards and she won’t be in the office to bat her eyelashes. so watch your back.”
y/n kept walking despite kimi tugging on her arm, wanting to retaliate. “stop. let him make a fool of himself.”
despite y/n trying to de-escalate the situation, max was less willing to do so. the dutchman had only heard a fraction but that was enough to rear the head of mad max.
“you think you’re so cute with this shit don’t you, sainz,” max said, looming over the spaniard, “you people never change, it’s pathetic.”
“the only thing that’s pathetic here is you, being her lap dog - and we’re meant to be scared of you? all we gotta do is flash an ankle or raise a hand and you’ll be eating out of our palm.”
max’s hands were shaking by his side and it took everything inside of him not to lunge at carlos. y/n’s grip on kimi tightened when jos was brought up, the crowd around them tensing as well.
“i don’t know what she does for you, but you surely can’t still be falling for it all these years later. i remember at toro rosso when you’d wake up the whole camp screaming in your motorhome and you’d call her crying. a four-time world champion and you still go crawling back to her.”
“she’s worth more than you could ever wish to be. i don’t know what propaganda your dad or lando has been feeding you, but you’re a grown man, you’re too old to be falling for it. now leave her and kimi alone. i’d threaten you, but it’s unlikely that williams will be anywhere near me this season.”
max gave one last look to y/n before running back towards the red bull garage. the crowd that had formed chattered amongst themselves and started to disperse. carlos looked enraged but backed off, not without one final glare towards the italian.
“i didn’t know formula one was just this dramatic,” kimi said, “i need to work on my insults!”
y/n laughed, but a voice from behind her stopped her dead in her tracks.
“always the centre of drama, aren’t you y/n? always looking for trouble.”
zak brown.
fin.
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6lostgirl6 · 2 years ago
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could u do something for the lost boys with a cute and innocent gf? maybe like cat valentine or sumthin
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Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Innocent!Reader
TW: small mention of sexual innuendos, hints of possessive behavior.
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You are the exact opposite of the group of vampires and they found the striking difference to be extremely attractive.
While they were clad in haunting dark colors and leather, you sported outfits that were decorated in floral patterns and pastel colors.
They were very surprised that you weren't apprehensive of them when you all met the first time.
You simply smiled sweetly with doe-like eyes and engaging in conversation with them without a care.
They knew that they had to keep you for themselves. That selfish need that consumed them prevented them from letting you go until you were offically theirs.
Your relationship with them turn heads when you all visit the boardwalk.
The image of a sweet girl spending time with a bunch of trouble-makers left many people thinking that the world was ending.
You are practically their bright and shining star that has blessed them with your love and sweetness.
Whenever a surfer nazi bothers you, they immediately are on the defensive.
Marko has no trouble starting a fight with them to get them to leave you alone.
You're theirs.
They love the sound of your voice, high-tuned that reminded them of bells.
You don't understand sexual innuendos and jokes and Dwayne slaps Paul when he tries to explain it.
David pretends he doesn't like your style and wants you to dress darker but it's only because he can't handle how delectable you look.
Dwayne has a silent yet expressive fascination with your outfits.
Whenever he would see you wearing ruffles and lace, he would quietly and gently grab the fabric and play with it with his fingers.
Paul loves the sound of your laugh and will constantly make jokes to hear it.
He also loves your expressive gestures because he does the same thing and the boys used to tease him about it.
Whenever Paul sees you dressed in bright colors, he playfully hisses and shields his eyes, yelling, "Too bright!"
Marko appreciates fashion, given that his jacket is handmade, he likes learning about your style.
Marko, the artist, has hundreds of sketches of you in your different outfits.
Every night is a new outfit, he never sees you wear the same one twice and teases if you have those specially delivered or something.
"No I made them! (^w^) ♡" You would say.
You created matching bead bracelets consisting of pastels and you all wear them. Despite, David complaining.
"Ew, what is this?" "A bracelet, I can take it back..." "No, it's mine, fuck off."
When you discover their secret, you were understanding, but had so many questions.
"Does garlic hurt? Does the sun kill you? Can you turn into a bat? Bats are so cute!!"
Your bond with them would be even tighter with them.
At times, your innocence triggers their vampiric instincts which they try desperately to control.
You're their mate, yet their instincts scream at them to pin you down and consume you in a primal urge to claim.
Best to stay away from them when they're starving or going through heat.
Spam Liking = Blocked
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rapturously · 1 year ago
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kickstart my heart.
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REQUEST SUBMITTED BY @darklylucid
“Paul’s always been flirty, and you’ve never really taken it seriously. After a minor incident on the boardwalk, Paul decides that he’ll make you take him seriously, one way or another.”
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | paul (the lost boys) x fem!reader.
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | one-shot — requested.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 6.8K.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), friends to lovers, jealous!paul, paul is really flirty/touchy, oral sex (f!receiving), spit as lube, choking (m!receiving), hair-pulling, paul is definitely a mess, dirty talk, pet names (baby, girl, sweet girl), cowgirl, vaginal sex, scratching, biting, bloodplay (he’s a vampire), breastplay (paul loves your tits), fingering, clothes ripping, groping, nasty sex, manhandling, paul isn’t gentle
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | i’m back and literally going insane for the lost boys ,,, thank you to @darklylucid for requesting this !!! first time writing Paul and it was so, so much fun! dwayne is up next, so prepare yourselves for that! also working on a poly!lost boys x reader series ,,, so yeah!
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A cloudless dusk fell over Santa Carla, sky littered with millions of stars that hung above, providing a rather attractive backdrop to a less-than-savory town. The boardwalk was more alive than ever — it transformed with nightfall, becoming a den of depravity and mystique, coupled with the liveliness of families and the carnival atmosphere.
You were situated atop a blanket, feet partially buried within the cool sand as you sat on the beach. A concert took place many feet away as you watched people clamor from the staircase to the growing crowd. The rancor of music reverberated throughout the air, accompanied by the cheering and applause from onlookers.
Saltwater lapped at the gray shoreline, moon hanging overhead to light the way. You always came to the boardwalk at night — you made plenty of friends, but you happened to have a peculiar bond with a pack of vampires. It wasn’t intentional — you never meant to befriend them like you had, but you didn’t regret a thing.
The familiar roar of motorbikes resonated in the near-distance, splitting past swarms of carnival-goers as they descended the steps. It never took very long for them to find you, bearing down upon you like a pack of hyenas.
Marko’s laughter filled the air as he and Dwayne pulled up along the terrace above you, parking their bikes next to the length of black grating. David and Paul followed suit, hauling Star and Laddie in-tow. You were more focused on the gleam of the moonlight hitting the water and the seashell you’d been turning over within your palm.
A thump resonated from your left side, and you nearly shrieked, jumping from your own flesh as Paul landed atop the blanket. He scooped a finger against your chin, plump lips pulled back to reveal his pearlescent smirk. A faint aroma of stale cologne and hints of marijuana clung to him, but that was commonplace.
“Hey baby,” Paul crooned, kicking one leg up against his chest as the rest of the boys lingered around the balcony, save for Marko. He descended from above like a cat leaping toward perch, landing in the sand with grace. His presence was intentional, solely to agitate Paul. “Where’ve you been?”
Paul’s constant flirtation was something that you were used to — painfully so. You always wrote it off as something casual, a facet deeply ingrained into his wild and spontaneous personality. Paul often flirted with anyone that had a pulse and smelled appeasing, and that included you. It was fun to watch, but sometimes you wished that he meant it.
With a huff, you attempted to swat his hand away, but he was swift, arm resting atop his propped knee as he idly bounced his head to the music. “I’ve been here,” You mused, offering a kind greeting to Marko. “Where else am I supposed to be?” You inquired, tracing the pad of your thumb over the seashell’s ridges.
Paul’s nose wrinkled slightly. “I can think of a few places,” He mused, plucking at the top of your blouse. “You gonna come down tonight?” He asked, referring to you joining them in the cave. You normally went there with the group if they were satiated and fed. You were still human, after all — being in a nest full of vampires probably wasn’t the safest or smartest idea.
“Maybe,” You shrugged, feeling Paul perch his chin atop your shoulder. The physical aspect of his flirting always made your heart race, thrumming just underneath your collarbone. Your gaze flickered toward him, brows furrowing together. “What?”
“Please?” Paul insisted, lips twitching into a Cheshire smirk, teeth and all. “Wanna hang out with you.” Of all the pack, you were closest to Paul, but sometimes, you didn’t want to be. His constant touching and lascivious nature often left you wistful and confused, aching for something that he couldn’t give you.
“Don’t listen to him,” Marko interjected, busy ogling a wandering group of beachgoers — a gaggle of younger women hanging off of the arms of burly men. It smelled like potential dinner for him. “He found a guitar.” That was all you needed to know.
A giggle escaped you as Paul threw a handful of sand toward Marko, which happened to land against his patchwork jacket and golden curls. His visage contorted into a sour expression, glaring daggers at Paul before he stood up, shaking all of it out in the process.
“You found a guitar?” You asked, watching as Paul pushed your legs flat against the blanket, allowing him to rest his head within your lap. Admittedly, your heartbeat betrayed you — you wanted to be annoyed by the gesture, but instead, you let it go.
To Paul, you smelled outrageously wonderful — better than anything he’d had before. It was an amalgamation of softer, floral perfumes coupled with whatever wash you used. He detected peach and vanilla, sweeter aromas that clung to you like a pleasant haze.
His hair was akin to that of a lion’s mane, viciously unruly as it flew around him like a halo. “Yeah,” Paul replied, somewhat distracted by your scent. “Y’know, I didn’t find it. I stole it from these amateurs up by the empty lot.” Yoo assumed that these ‘amateurs’ were no longer alive, either.
“Aren’t you considered an amateur too, Paul?” You mused, reclining back upon your hands, letting yourself sink into the soft, white sand. As you glanced down toward your lap, Paul was staring at you for what felt like an eternity, and you couldn’t discern if it was out of offense or something else.
“You’re gorgeous,” Paul mumbled, tracing one of his ring-adorned digits over the expanse of your clothed stomach. “Lookin’ good enough to eat.” He mused, and while you would’ve initially brushed off that comment, he said it with a peculiar warmth.
Goosebumps erupted along the column of your spine, causing you to shift slightly. His finger didn’t stop moving, flicking around the ruffled cotton. He wished that it was your flesh — warm and soft, waiting to invite him in. You never took any of his flirtation to heart — in truth, it might’ve been his fault, but he wanted to make you see.
You belonged to him.
With a soft exhale, you attempted to mask your shudder of delight, absentmindedly nibbling along your lower lip. “Very original,” You uttered, twisting away from his touch as if it would incinerate you. It was all meaningless — mindless sweet nothings spoken from a very precocious individual. “You’re a genius.” You teased, voice becoming slightly sardonic.
“You are,” He insisted, comfortable within your plush lap. Your scent did little to ease his feelings, overwhelming him like a thick haze. “Baby, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in ages. Where’ve you been all my life?” Paul sighed, and he didn’t attempt to touch you again out of respect.
“Right,” You uttered, masking your growing agitation. Paul could have anyone he wanted — and he always did. Girls at the boardwalk swooned over him, they were always easy prey, and he indulged himself plenty of times. You were nothing more than a friend, you weren’t desirable, nor would he ever want you. “You’ve told me that before.”
Paul visibly deflated, withering away like a shriveling flower — you really weren’t convinced.
Unfortunately for Paul, you were blissfully oblivious to any of his advances, but then again, he could understand why you were skeptical. Flirtation was a natural instinct for him. While he kept his head in your lap, he shamelessly opted to rove through your thoughts. It was cheating, sure, but he was itching to know.
“Paul,” Dwayne’s voice cut through his state of contemplation, rousing the sandy-haired blonde from his stupor. Paul’s head lifted off of your lap, hastily sitting upright as he glanced up at the terrace. “We’re going for a ride.” He briefly nodded towards you as a form of greeting, swinging Laddie up onto his bike.
“You’re coming, right?” Paul asked, voice invigorated with a sense of giddiness and excitement. He got a little wild around you sometimes, but it wasn’t anything that you weren’t accustomed to by now. “Do I have to beg you or something?” He groaned, trapping you between his arms.
“You’re pathetic!” Marko snickered, jumping down to snatch you up. Even though he was the smallest of the pack, his strength was often unrivaled, save for Dwayne. You let out a startled gasp as Marko hoisted you up over his shoulder, heckling Paul in the process.
Paul bristled with anger — typically, he could excuse Marko’s antics, but not this time. A white-hot rage blistered through him, crawling across his flesh as he attempted to shake that gold away from his eyes. A snarl escaped him, and he made sure to grab your stuff as a courtesy, leaping up over the bannister.
By the time Paul had landed on the rickety wood of the boardwalk, Marko had placed you on solid ground, unable to bite back the impish smirk on his features. He was deliberately getting under Paul’s skin, and he knew it — knew all about his feelings for you, too. Perhaps that’s what made it all the more enjoyable.
Like a bat out of hell, Paul swarmed the curly-headed blonde with a vengeance, countenance contorted into a look of sheer irritation and borderline rage. “You’re dead, Marko!” He growled, lip curled in disdain.
“Sorry, Paul. You made it too easy,” Marko mused, narrowly missing a rather unsavory blow from Paul, who yanked at his jacket instead. “Jesus! Easy, I was only messing around!” He snapped, with the two bickering and locked in what was supposedly a heated argument.
“Paul,” You gently tugged on his coat, attempting to steer him away from potential violence. “It’s okay, he was just playing around.” A soft sigh escaped you as you played mediator for two vampires, brows knitting together as Paul stepped back with a huff of irritation.
“Enough.” David barked, glaring daggers as he glanced between Paul and Marko. The last thing that he wanted was for them to expose themselves on the boardwalk — it was bound to happen if they didn’t stop the horseplay. With a visible frown, he revved his motorbike, signaling for the others to fall in line.
Jealousy was an ugly thing — unpleasant, often festering inside of oneself until it rotted away at their very core. It didn’t suit Paul whatsoever. He suffered from a bout of such a potent disease, despising the way Marko had touched you, held you over his shoulder. He was usually open about sharing with his brothers, but not you — you were completely off-limits.
Wordlessly, Paul sulked towards his motorbike, sitting down with a begrudging huff. You felt inclined to follow, standing beside him with an empathetic expression. “Are you going to let me on? We’re still hanging out, remember?” You asked, voice softening an octave.
Paul felt a little better — but not completely. His ego was momentarily maimed by Marko’s antics, but it was a wound that would dissipate with time. Fortunately, you were a worthy cure as he moved forward, letting you on the back of his bike. “Saved your stuff, too.” He mused, feeling you squeeze your arms around his midsection.
“You’re my hero,” You chuckled, trying to make him feel less agitated. “Thanks.” With Paul recovering from the scuffle, David motioned for the rest of the conclave to follow, whipping his bike around onto the stretch of the boardwalk that led out onto the shoreline.
You remembered the first time Paul took you for a ride — and you very nearly had a heart attack. He drove as if it’d be his last day on earth, but you’d gotten so used to it that you stopped being a backseat driver and let him do whatever he wanted.
He was talkative and boisterous by-nature, which is why you became so concerned when he didn’t talk to you very much on the ride to the cave. Paul was normally extremely egregious and outgoing, something that you loved about him, but his bout of silence was making you nervous. You wondered if Marko had wounded his pride that badly.
As you pulled up to the cave, the boys hopped off of their motorbikes, and even Paul didn’t really wait up for you this time — something was wrong. Marko noticed, lingering at the fringes of the cavern as he glanced at you, promptly disappearing down the rocky incline. You were left to make your way inside alone, no Paul at your side or helping you down.
Once inside, you felt awkward, more than usual. Being the lone human in a nest full of vampires would always bring a little tension, but without Paul around, you felt hollow and unnerved. David regarded you with his typical stare — cynical and somewhat indifferent, and Dwayne was always solemn, much warmer than the other.
“Where did Paul go?” You asked, and it was Laddie who pointed you in the right direction, pointing toward one of the rocky tunnels that led off into their ‘rooms’, of sorts. You often referred to them as the metaphorical coffins, but Star found it to be in poor taste.
With a shaky exhale, you nodded. “Thanks.” You’d been in Paul’s ‘room’ plenty of times before, but he rarely disappeared and left you to fend for yourself. With the coordination of a baby deer who’d just learned how to take their first steps, you clamored up the uneven terrain, holding onto the rope to guide yourself up.
When you found Paul, he was lazily strumming on a guitar — the one he’d ‘found’. He had one leg kicked up, propped against the rock, the other tucked towards his chest as he played a few chords. The lack of acknowledgement sent off several red flags as you swept aside the makeshift ‘door’ — an old, velvet curtain repurposed from the hotel wreckage.
“Thanks for waiting on me,” You uttered, tone dripping with sarcasm, which captured his attention. He smelled you long before you’d entered, prompting him to turn his head, lion’s mane of hair disheveled and tousled from being pressed against a pillow. “You know, if I knew you were going to sulk around this whole time, I would’ve gone to the comic store instead.”
Paul scoffed, countenance twisting into a look of agitation, which was so unlike him. It shocked you to see him behave with such indifference, something that went against the grain of his character. “Maybe Marko can go with you.” He uttered, playing another melancholy chord on the guitar.
That’s what this was about?
“You’re not serious,” You quipped, folding your arms across your chest. “Is this about what happened at the beach? Paul, I’m not a mind-reader — I didn’t know Marko was going to do that.” He was beginning to really piss you off, which hadn’t happened yet.
For all of the meaningless flirting he’d done, the constant teasing and toying, you were vigilant. You’d tried to keep your chin up through it all. You couldn’t fathom why he was so upset about Marko’s harmless stunt — it was all playful. It was something Paul would’ve done, truth be told. Paul kept quiet, reading your mind as he surveyed your rageful inner monologue.
Instead, you were met with a wall of silence, and that made you frustrated. If Paul was going to behave like a child, you’d treat him like one. With a huff of annoyance, you waved your hand in dismissal. Your night was mostly ruined, but you figured you’d go home and try to get some sleep.
You gave him another chance to talk — it was quiet. “Fine. I’m going home, Paul.” You sighed, turning around as you prepared to make the climb back down. With a shrug of your shoulders, you barely passed through the curtain before something rustled behind you.
Just as you grabbed the rope, Paul was in front of you with inhuman speed, and he immediately snatched at your hips, dragging you away. You were protesting, interrogating him about what exactly was going on, but he persisted, locking you in his arms as he pushed you up against the wall.
“I don’t want Marko touching you,” He murmured, brows knitting together. “I want you all to myself.” You couldn’t tell if this was playful Paul trying to flirt with you again — his tone sounded so different. “You’re mine, baby.” Paul clicked his tongue, brazenly groping at your waist.
“Wh— What?” Disbelief seeped into your voice as you shook your head back and forth. “Are you fucking with me again?” Before you could get in another word, his mouth was devouring yours, vigorous and completely needy. Jesus, he tasted good — without pause, your hands flew to grab his hair in fistfuls.
A desperate whimper erupted from your mouth, buried and lost within his ravenous kiss. You needed to know what had gotten into him — why now? You began to yank on his hair in an attempt to get him to cease, and when he did, you appeared more agitated than happy. Paul normally didn’t get this reaction when he kissed someone.
“You have to tell me what’s going on,” You huffed, gaze practically pleading with him as he held you close, inhaling another gust of your saccharine scent. “First you’re flirting, then you’re mad, and now this. What’s gotten into you?” With a pointed stare, Paul relented, but he didn’t move away from you.
“You don’t take my flirting seriously,” He countered, brows furrowing together. “You don’t want to? Fine, but I’m gonna make you see how bad I want you.” Paul murmured, voice husky and alluring enough to make your knees wobble. He licked his lower lip, one hand beginning to drift underneath your blouse.
This didn’t feel real — whenever you desperately tried to search for even an ounce of playfulness, there wasn’t any. Paul was completely serious about this, and it made you weak, warmth beginning to pool between your thighs as you nodded several times over. “Okay,” You breathed, itching for more. “Then don’t stop.”
“M’gonna fuck you,” Paul smirked, eyes unnaturally bright as they glistened in the dimly-lit alcove. “You mind if I eat you out, too?” He asked, matter-of-factly. His unruly tangle of dusty-blonde tresses were stiff with age-old product, making it somewhat coarse whenever you went to grab and pull on it.
Did you mind? Laughter bubbled within your chest as your lips parted, expression incredulous as you nodded several times over. “Whatever you want,” He was gorgeous — in that crazed and unhinged sort of way. Paul stared at you as if you were both a delicious slab of meat and the most beautiful thing he’d seen. “I want you.” You exhaled.
That was all it took for Paul to claw at your clothing as if it were nothing, fingers excitedly ruffling your blouse as he yanked it up, causing you to squeak. He wasn’t gentle, but you didn’t care whatsoever. Those veined, dexterous hands ripped your blouse off of you, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
He was pushing you towards his bed, which was only really used for salacious activities, and nothing more. It was a colossal mess, the scent stale and reminded you of damp rock as he got you on your back, crawling on top of you with a devilish grin.
“Fuck, baby,” Paul sighed, slicing your brassiere off with a simple stroke of his fingers, flinging the tattered remains elsewhere. “You’ve got such a gorgeous body.” He murmured, lips sloppily trailing over your neck and collarbone as he rucked your skirt up towards your hips. Your mewls and whimpers were like music to his ears.
“Paul,” You groaned, hips rocking forward as you ground yourself against him, meeting his groin. His jean-clad erection pressed into your thigh, completely and utterly shameless. He kissed wherever he pleased, stopping to admire your breasts as they rose and fell with your excitable gasps.
Trapping a nipple within his mouth, he greedily sucked and nibbled at your swollen mound, intermingling such ministrations with eager strokes of his tongue. “Pretty tits, too.” He guffawed, playfully biting at your breast as you clutched onto his hair. “S’all mine.” Paul huffed, kneading into your pliant chest with his other hand.
A pang of arousal coursed throughout your body, striking right between your thighs. Warmth coalesced between your legs, manifesting as a stickiness that oozed from your cunt. Paul nearly growled at the smell, which was calling to him like a siren’s song. He was tempted to rip away and go right to the source, but he loved your chest just as much.
Suckling on your breast, Paul promptly provided such attention to the other, greedily biting at the soft, pliant flesh. The way you bucked and squirmed underneath him was all the more enticing, cerulean hues fluttering toward your blissed-out countenance. You tugged on his hair, causing him to let out a satisfied hiss.
“Could stay here forever,” Paul mused, pressing messy kisses atop your perky tits, and he seemed to get a little ahead of himself in the moment. Kisses soon devolved into love-bites and sucking as he found a patch of skin between your breasts. He left a string of hickeys there, beyond content with his handiwork. “Perfect.”
“Jesus,” You groaned, a mess of moans and desperate, pathetic whimpers as you wrangled with his lion-like mane of hair. “You’re bad.” With a soft hiccup, you felt his hands knead into your hips, prepared to go elsewhere if you let him.
“I can be worse, baby.” Paul prompted, eyes swarming with that familiar golden glow, ringed with a red halo around the edge of his irises. He growled, capturing your mouth with his as he kissed you, ravenous and swift as he began to make out with you. He was between your legs, arms locked on either side of you.
With a wanton moan, your hands clamored from his tresses toward his coat, wanting him to shed a few layers, too. It was only fair. Paul complied, whipping his dark coat off with an excitable haste, peeling away the mesh shirt he wore underneath. Your palms splayed out across his broad shoulders, warm flesh melding with his icy temperature.
He was well-muscled, poised — he reminded you of a coiled jungle cat, prepared to pounce. You reveled in the smattering of hair peppered across his chiseled chest, leading toward the sandy-hued happy trail that slipped underneath his tattered white jeans. His teeth brazenly bit at your lower lip, blood oozing onto his tongue.
Between the clash of lips, tongue, and teeth, Paul shuddered, lapping up any pearl of crimson that he could, hands tearing your skirt asunder. The unfortunate remains of fabric were yanked away as he let it fall to the floor, groping and kneading into you, wherever his hands took him.
You’d never been kissed like this — as if he threatened to steal every wisp of air from your lungs, hungering for you in every imaginable way. Your heart hammered against your collarbone, thrumming erratically as you hitched a leg around his hips, drawing him closer as he kept you locked in a barrage of kisses.
“Fuck,” Paul groaned, licking at your lower lip. “You smell so good, baby. I wanna taste,” He insisted, ring-adorned digits curling into the waistband of your panties. He wrestled them down until they were hitched around your knees, but he simply tore at them like the rest of your clothes. “Spread your legs for me.”
It was your turn to go sheepish on him, deliberately parting your legs at a sluggish pace. You weren’t sure as to why you’d become shy, but Paul didn’t seem to care, swiping at a tendril of drool that pooled at the corner of his mouth. Without missing a beat, his hand slipped between your legs, two digits swiping up along your wet cunt.
He gathered your slick, placing his fingers into his mouth with a satisfactory groan. The sight of him sucking your arousal away nearly made you melt. “Almost as good as your blood, sweet girl.” Paul chuckled, absentmindedly licking his lower lip as he settled onto the mattress, pressed flat atop the surface as he gathered your legs into each of his hands.
Paul slathered several kisses against your inner thighs, but he kept it short and sweet — he was here for one thing. You expected him to give you some sort of warning beforehand. “Paul, are you — O-Oh. Jesus Christ!” You squeaked, a strangled gasp escaping you as your back arched off of the mattress.
There was no pause or waiting — Paul’s impulsivity got the best of him. He was on you like a starving animal, desperate for anything he could get. His tongue pushed past your slick folds, silkily lapping over the length of your slit, savoring your taste. It was hot — you felt as if everything were set ablaze as a pleasant heat crawled across you, from head to toe.
His tongue raked hot embers across your aching cunt, body electrified by his touch. Paul’s fingers greedily dug into your pliant thighs, tossing either of your legs over his freckled shoulders as he lapped at your sweet core. His actions were swift and fueled by lust, driven by instinct as he jerked you forward.
Your stomach churned with anticipation, bleeding heat from between your legs as your thighs squeezed at his head. You felt that immense mane of hair tickle your soft flesh, goosebumps erupting along your body. Paul grunted, face buried deep within your cunt as he ate you out, messy and sloppy as could be.
“M’not Jesus,” Paul slurred, grinning like a shark as he nipped at your leg. “You taste so good, baby.” He huffed, the words spoken through the husked voice of a ravenous vampire as he returned to lapping at your poor, needy slit. Each drop of nectar that you provided to him served to momentarily dull the ache within his throat.
You kept writhing and squirming, shamelessly bucking your hips forward. He pinned you down with one hand, head spinning as your scent wafted around him like an inescapable haze. “Paul!” You mewled, practically quivering like a leaf as your cunt pathetically clenched around nothing at all.
Paul was a good sport, able to flow with the constant jolting of your hips into his mouth. Though, it only served to fuel the fire as he continued to hastily drag his tongue along your cunt, slavering for your taste. You moaned, tapering off into a myriad of sweet whimpers as your hands relocated, reaching for his hair.
The cool metal of his rings left imprints behind atop your thighs, various patterns pressed into your flesh. You were aching, body feeling feverishly hot as you bucked into his face again, feeling him clamp down on you as he held you still. His mouth was divine — it was sloppy and full of an unrestrained need.
As your digits twined into his hair, you began to pull and tug, using his unruly tresses as an anchor. Paul didn’t care in the slightest — he found it unbelievably hot as you jerked and tugged, back arched into his ministrations. He only stopped to spit a wad of saliva onto your swollen slit, body shaking with sly laughter when you gasped.
“Makin’ sure you’re ready for me.” Paul teased, but it was under false pretenses — he just wanted to spit on your cunt. He didn’t hesitate, diving back in for more, assaulting your clit with a barrage of kitten-licks and gentle suckling, enough for you to sputter.
With every movement you made, Paul would simply coax you back onto his tongue with inhuman strength, lips pursing around your clit as he began to suck and toy with the sensitive bud. Your hand grappled with his coarse tresses, the other digging into his shoulder. Your nails sank into his flesh, and Paul didn’t care whatsoever.
Arousal pooled between your legs, leaving behind a sticky mess that he was all too eager to clean up. It was only when he began to use that tiny edge of teeth that you were soaring, choking on a whimper as it bubbled within the back of your throat.
Your body was screaming for release, orgasm beginning to mount and build as white-hot tension flew through you, consuming you like a tidal wave. Paul could sense it, burying himself in your pretty cunt as if it would be the last meal he’d ever have.
He switched between the eager, broad lapping of his tongue with sucking on your clit, making you claw at his shoulder blade. One hand repositioned itself, splayed out across your pelvis as his thumb slipped to the hood of your cunt, playing with your clit as the rest of his mouth lapped elsewhere.
“Paul, Paul,” Paul. It was the only word that rolled from your tongue, doing very little to mask the sound of your pleasure. With a wanton moan, you felt that hot coil of tension within your stomach begin to unfurl as you steadily reached your climax. You were suffocating him between your legs — conveniently, he didn’t need to breathe. “Fuck, Paul! M’close!”
“Cum for me,” His encouragement was all that you needed, that little push forward as he backed off, peppering kisses against your clit as you came. It was blinding, and you swore you saw stars. “That’s it,” Paul crooned, moving to clean you up. “Atta girl, baby.” He did very little to mask his eagerness in lapping up the remnants of your orgasm.
He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, kissing his way up your body until his mouth connected with yours. You could taste yourself and the somewhat bitter twang of copper within his saliva as you let your tongue slip into his mouth. Paul groaned, grabbing at your haunches as he moved to lay beside you.
“Are you tired?” You mused, your own chest heaving with exhilarated sighs as Paul effortlessly wrangled you closer, eyes glittering with desire. You were wrong to ask that question as he raised his eyebrows.
“What kinda question is that, baby? You’re getting on top,” Paul smirked, gesturing toward his lap. His erection was practically itching for release, straining against the front of his white jeans. “You’re going for a ride.” He purred, snatching at your hips as he hoisted you on top of his lap, letting you get comfortable.
Paul lounged against the mountain of pillows beneath him, hands splayed out atop your waist. You savored the sensation of his rings biting into your flesh, and you immediately scrambled to unzip his pants, wrestling with his belt as you freed his cock. His hardened length fell against your stomach, tip oozing with a bead of precum.
You shivered, gazing down at your vampiric paramour, who stared at you with those vibrant, cerulean hues — as clear as a summer’s day. Paul tilted forward, lips reaching for yours as he planted a rather lazy, messy kiss against your mouth. “M’ready.” You murmured, feeling him lift you up as if you weighed nothing at all.
With bated breath, you felt your insides turn to mush, reigniting the spark of lust as Paul let you sink onto his cock. A fire burned bright within your belly, demanding to be extinguished as Paul’s head fell back slightly, letting out a series of groans and softer grunts. “Fuck,” He growled, feeling your palms rest against his abdomen. “You’re so fucking tight, babe.”
Liquid heat festered within the pit of your stomach as you gasped, cunt clenching around his cock as you adjusted yourself. “Paul!” You moaned, attempting to stifle the many noises you made with the back of your palm, but he quickly swatted your hand away. He was bigger than you thought he’d be — a pleasant surprise.
“Wanna hear you scream my name.” Paul huffed, rubbing circles into your hips as he began to move you. Superhuman strength and stamina certainly had roles to play in this as he guided you up and down in short, rhythmic movements. You liked that he manhandled you a little bit, one hand on your waist as the other grabbed at your chest.
A simpering moan left you as he guided you up his cock, stopping halfway before easing you back down again. Lewd noises reverberated throughout the alcove, accompanied by your sweet whimpers and his grunts and groans. You were barely given time to get used to his pattern before he was bucking up into you with the indomitable strength of a god.
There was no opportunity for you to catch your breath, watching as Paul snatched your wrists, redirecting them towards his pretty neck. That surprised you, but you didn’t protest, feeling the taut muscle tense underneath your palms, jugular bobbing as you began to squeeze.
He moaned.
Unable to bite back the smile that stretched across your features, you held onto his neck, digits flexing and tensing as you continued to apply pressure. Paul’s head fell backwards just a little bit, steadying you with one hand as he fucked into you at an erratic pace. Flesh clashed against flesh, causing you to whimper as you rolled up and down along his cock.
“You like that?” You whispered through a string of blissful whines, gaze bright with desire as he nodded several times over. “Your cock feels so good, Paul.” You huffed, teeth snagging across your lower lip as you began to let your thumbs trace along his perfect jawline. His weeks-old stubble scratched at your silken flesh.
“Little harder, girl,” Paul encouraged, wanting you to really wrangle his throat. He didn’t need to breathe anyway — that made it all the more enjoyable. He savored your hesitation — his sweet little human, afraid of harming the big, bad vampire. He smirked, lifting his eyebrows. “C’mon baby, squeeze.”
Fuck — he was going to be the death of you. Your cunt clenched and throbbed around his cock, with Paul continuing to jackhammer into you like a wild animal. Grunts and excitable groans left him in droves, rippling through his chest as you squeezed at his throat. The muscles were thick and tense underneath your small palms, slick with perspiration.
Your flesh felt dewy, especially within the oppressive heat of the cave. Paul was unstoppable, a force of nature as his hips continued to buck up, cock slamming into your poor, tight cunt. He wasn’t gentle, and he showed no signs of stopping. Delivering a sharp smack to your ass, he fillee you to the brim with his length, causing you to really grip his throat.
With a needy whimper, your eyes fluttered shut, lips parted in a state of ecstasy. “Paul,” You moaned, feeling his hand greedily knead into your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The stimulation was intensified tenfold, making your brain go fuzzy as he fucked you into a stupor. “Holy shit!”
The alcove smelled of sex — sloppy rutting that was steadily devolving into a complete mess. Paul’s precum was slathered across your inner thighs, coupled with the slick remnants of your first orgasm and current state of arousal. He stopped his erratic thrusting, sitting up a little more with one hand on your hips.
Without warning, his mouth went straight to your chest again, lips attaching themselves around one of your swollen nipples. He was sucking, grabbing a handful of your ass as he led you up and down along his cock. The warmth of your flesh intermingled with his cool, icy skin, only serving to make you sweat.
“Touch me,” You whimpered, palms still clinging to either side of his throat, nails digging in toward the nape of his neck. The sex was incredible — you’d never been fucked like this before, but he had you chasing after every sensation. “Paul, please.” Heat crawled across your flesh, leaving you drunk with desire.
Paul playfully scraped his teeth across your breast, teasing your nipple. “M’touching you already, baby.” He mumbled, propping himself up with his other hand. A simpering groan escaped you as you rocked forward, taking one hand off of his throat to play with your clit.
An impish snarl left his mouth as he snatched at your wrist, and in one erratic movement, had you pinned down on your back. His cock throbbed inside of you, desperate for a release just as much as you were. Paul cackled, lips twitching into a sneer as he began to fuck you, enough for the foundation of the mattress to rattle underneath.
“That was bad,” Paul purred, fucking you down into the plush surface, nearly pulling his cock out of your slick cunt before slamming right back in, repeating the movement over and over again. Fortunately, he was feeling generous, slipping one hand between your bodies as he found the cleft between your thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groaned.
You clutched onto him for dear life, body responding vehemently to Paul’s erratic thrusts and uneven, primal tempo. With a loud, wanton cry, your mouth clamored to find his lips, meeting in a rather noisy clash of teeth and tongue. He circled your clit with his thumb, rutting into you with a fervor.
“Paul!” You whined, locking a leg around his hips as your nails sank into his shoulders, leaving behind angry-red impressions, embedded within his flesh. Paul encouraged your scratching, tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth. A white-hot ecstasy consumed you whole, causing you to shudder and spasm.
“Can’t hear you, baby.” Paul teased, biting at your lower lip as he peppered kisses wherever he could — greedy, wet kisses that ended up being vibrantly-colored hickeys. Your flesh was his canvas as he marked you up wherever he pleased, hyperfocused on your chest again. “You close?” He huffed, fingers tearing into the sheets.
It was exhilarating — you swore you saw stars, perhaps more as he fucked you within an inch of your life. You didn’t want him to be careful. You didn’t want him to treat you like glass — you wanted to belong to him. “M’close,” Another string of sweet, noisy moans escaped you as Paul brazenly bit at your left breast, leaving behind a crescent-shaped mark. “Close.”
Rivulets of crimson trickled across your skin, prompting Paul to lick it all away, irises shifting from cerulean to a burnished gold. It made the sex more intense as he pounded away at your poor cunt, which had certainly been pushed to the limit. He was becoming a little squirrelly, panting and growling into your ear.
Paul kissed you to distract himself from the temptation of feeding, lost within the saccharine bliss of your mouth as he felt you cum around his cock. “Yeah, baby. Go ‘head and cum for me, just like that.” He mumbled against your mouth, tongue lazily sweeping across your lower lip as he tensed and thrust forward.
He came right afterwards, reveling in the sight of you trembling and quivering, juices coating his length as he pulled out halfway through. It was messy and rather disgusting, but you didn’t care. Ropes of hot, white seed painted your stomach and breasts, which was some sort of fantasy for him.
You sighed, barely able to string a sentence together as you fell back against the mattress, coated in perspiration and his cum. “Jesus.” You uttered, pressing a palm over your face as Paul rolled over to lay next to you. Your legs twitched and spasmed as you came down from your climax, feeling something soft fall across your abdomen.
It was a rather unappealing-looking towel that seemed much too ancient, and you wondered how many times this had been used to clean up his mess. With a huff of laughter, you cleaned yourself up, feeling his arms tangle around you, urging you to come back to him.
“Makes you wish you’d taken me seriously sooner, huh?” Paul mumbled, nibbling along the shell of your ear. You couldn’t help but feel smitten afterwards, twisting over until you faced your vampiric paramour, who had the expression of the Cheshire Cat.
“You’re ridiculous,” You mused, holding his face between your palms. “You’re gorgeous, too.” A peculiar softness crept into your voice, prompting Paul to shower you in a cascade of needy kisses. He liked to be close, which you didn’t necessarily mind, despite the newfound scent of post-sex that permeated the alcove.
“I’m all yours, baby.” Paul smirked, shamelessly staring at your breasts without an ounce of subtlety. You couldn’t read his thoughts, but you suspected that he had something particular in-mind. “You’re in for a long night.” He purred, and before you could open your mouth to speak, he was crawling on top of you.
You would have to thank Marko later.
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justnatoka · 9 months ago
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Playing with Paul's hair
Paul x Fem! Reader
Author's note: This is very self-indulgent. Can you tell that I love his hair?
Word count: 513
Warning: none
Paul loves it when you play with his hair, and you love distracting him.
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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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jinna-aka-ninja · 2 years ago
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Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoysXFem!Reader Part 4
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6
Word Cound: 2,987 AN: I’m not entirely sure if I should write nsfw for this at some point ... what do you think?
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The cave... well it wasn’t the worst place she had been to. She didn’t hate it! No! Far from it! Y/N actually thought it was cool... okay so she couldn’t see sh*t.
 From the moment they had managed to get down to the steps right at the entrance to the cave, darkness greeted them. Very few parts were lit up from the moonlight that seeped in from cracks in the walls. The few and far in between moon beams did nothing to support her eye sight.
 Dwayne was the first one down, a stick in hand that was wrapped with a torn t-shirt, soaked in some kind of flammable liquid; having lit it before they entered. He used this to light up what looked like old rusted oil drums. They must have been filled with something to keep the fire going strong and thankfully it was bright enough to light up the cave they entered.
 Paul helped down Laddie, taking a hold of him by the waist and hopping down with him on the final rather large step. “Hyah!” He said with him as they reached the bottom, “Grab the rock box, buddy!”
 “Yeah!” Laddie said happily going over to grab the stereo for them to play music. It was such a sweet moment to witness.
 Marko had grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her walk down the steps. She was confused by his actions. Why was Marko sticking to her? From the moment he found her he had stuck by her side like he was afraid she would run off into the night and disappear.
 “Not bad, huh? This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about 85 years ago.” David said to them with a smile. While he spoke Paul took a hold of the stereo from Laddie while he stood on the outer ledge of the fountain. Dwayne still making his way around the cave to light up the rest of the cave for them.
 “Too bad they built it on the fault.” Y/N said. David looked at her when she said that.
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 “You know what happened?” He asked her. He was curious as to how she knew word for word what he was about to say, or was it coincidence?
 “Um.. no I’m sorry.” She said shaking her head glancing away. Even she wasn’t sure why the words slipped from her lips. She had never once been in Santa Carla before, how could she know of what happened here?
 David made his way up to her, holding her chin gently with his gloved hand, a smile on his lips. “Don’t apologize.” Her heart thumped hard in her chest, she felt this way earlier with Marko too. What the heck was happening?
 Michael didn’t look too pleased to see how close David had gotten to Y/N. Trying to step forward only for Star to hold his hand to stop him from going any further.
 David let go of her chin and walked about some more, “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header right into the crack. So now it’s ours.” David said to Michael, coming to a stop in front of him.
 “So check it out, Mikey!” Paul said making Marko and Dwayne laugh as he lit a blunt in that he held with his lips.
 “Marko, food.” David said to the blonde who had yet to let go of Y/N’s hand even though she had already been safely on the bottom of the steps.
 This had seemed to make Marko realize if he went to get food he would have to let go of Y/N’s hand. He glanced at her, hesitation in his eyes. “I can go too?” She said noticing he didn’t seem to want to leave her side.
 “It would be faster if he went by himself. Marko, share Y/N. You’re hogging her.” Dwayne said to Marko who frowned but led Y/N over to a worn loveseat covered in blankets.
 “I’ll be back.” Marko said to her, his words coming out a promise. But also there was something he was holding back. Y/N knew without him having to say what he wanted to hear.
 Y/N looked into his eyes and smiled, “I’ll be here.” She said to him. He smiled as he ran up the steps to go and get food.
 David led Michael away from Star to speak to him. Dwayne and Paul held Laddie’s hands and helped him hop up onto the ledge of the fountain. “That’s what I love about this place; you ask and then you get.” David was trying to sell this place to Michael, that much was clear, but every once in a while he would glance back to Y/N. Wanting to see if she was paying attention maybe but there was also a chance he was hoping that she too would be sold on the cave.
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Paul hopped down and handed David his blunt. David took a hold of it and held it to Michael, “Appetizer?” he asked. Michael declined, David turned to Y/N, “What about you, doll?”
 “On second thought.” Michael said taking the blunt from David, trying to get David to stop paying attention to Y/N. He didn’t like the way David looked at her. He didn’t like how any of them were looking at her. At this moment Michael was fighting against two feelings. The pull he had to Y/N which made his heart swoon and this almost intoxicating feeling to go to Star.
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 David pat Michael on the back as he led him to the seats closer to where Y/N was. “You’ll like it here Michael.” He said.
 Y/N didn’t miss the way Star seemed to move further away from them. Trying to create distance between herself and the others. There was something in her eyes, like she didn’t want to be there, so why was she? Y/N felt no ill will to Star. Sure she was envious of the attention she got from Michael but there was sorrow that radiated from the girl. It came off of Star in waves that washed over Y/N making her curious about this girl. She was hiding something. It was so much harder to hide negative emotions than it was to hide anything else.
 Paul sat beside Y/N, an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll keep you company. Show you that I’m much more fun than Marko.” He said to her with a smile looking into her eyes. How many times would Y/N feel this way? Something was wrong. She felt drawn to Paul too? Her eyes glanced over to Dwayne, curious to know if it would be the same with him. Almost like he had felt her eyes on his, Dwayne looked over and made eye contact. Smiling at her and sending her a wink.
 “Don’t give him attention, it’s my turn.” Paul said to Y/N pulling her in closer so that she was on his lap.
 Y/N felt herself stiffen at the feeling of being on his lap. This was a closeness that she had never had with someone before. Though it felt right, she still felt like she should move off of him. Though the moment she tried to slide back off, his left arm just wrapped around her waist to hold her into place. He had her sitting on his lap turned on her side so he could still look at her when they spoke.
“Don’t try to leave me, I just want to be closer to you.” The words came off so quietly but he had moved forward to whisper it into her ears making Y/N feel a shiver go down her spine.
 Paul didn’t even seem to care that this had just been their second time meeting, or the fact that he was doing this in front of everyone. David and Dwayne didn’t seem upset by it though. Michael on the other hand, sat on a seat with his hand clenched tightly in a fist on his knee. His eyes burning into Paul and Y/N like they had just committed some great sin.
 David spoke to Michael about all the things they do. While he spoke, Paul pulled Y/N closer to him, making her rest her head against his chest as he leaned back so that she could finally relax rather than sit rigidly on his lap. He was smoking from another blunt, the smoke hovering around them and into her lungs as she breathed. It wasn’t a complete high, but she was starting to feel more relaxed.
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 After some time there was a sound coming from the entrance of the cave and Marko came down holding a box filled with some to-go boxes of Chinese food. “Feeding time! Come and get it boys! Marko’s eyes scanned the cave until they landed on Y/N on Paul’s lap. She felt herself stiffen thinking he would be upset. He was the one who brought her here and had been holding her hand but for some reason he didn’t seem upset. Marko’s eyes sparked with life as he grinned and started to hand over food to David. Turning to toss one to Dwayne, Laddie and then to Paul, who caught it easily despite Y/N being on his lap. Y/N now starting to sit up straight rather than leaning against him.
 “ Chinese, good choice.” David said to Marko, leaning forward in his old wheelchair covered in all sorts of cloth, ranging from rags to blankets. “Guests first.” He said holding it to Michael who held up his right hand in a dismissive manner as if to say he was good.
 “You don’t like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?”David asked him, his words ending with a chuckle as he held it out to him again. “Come on.”
 Ever so eager to please, Michael reached out to take it. Y/N felt like Michael was trying to impress everyone.  He didn’t want to seem weak to anyone. Trying to show that he was willing to do anything, that nothing bothered him; still there was apprehension in his eyes.
Marko handed David another to-go box before going to sit down with two boxes right beside Paul, lifting Y/N’s legs that had been on the empty spot of the loveseat. He set her legs on his lap and handed her one of the boxes, she got noodles instead of rice.
 The way these guys were with her made it feel like they were so used to her being there already, like she just belonged there and it was natural for her to be with them. Y/N kind of loved it.
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 Just as she had started to bring up some to her lips she heard David, “How are those maggots?” He asked, “Maggots Michael. You’re eating maggots, how do they taste?” He continued making her look over. Spotting Michael looking down at his box before spitting out rice. Y/N’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t known Michael long but seeing him look back at his box again and looking confused, she knew something was up. The feeling of a hand on her leg, thumb smoothly rubbing against her calf drew away her attention.
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Paul was looking at her curiously. Her eyes seemed to soften under his gaze but hearing Marko, Laddie and Dwayne laughing reminded her of what had just happened.
 “Leave him alone.” Star spoke up making David look almost annoyed for a second.
 “Sorry about that.” David said moving his chopsticks in his to-go box, “No hard feelings, huh?”
 “No.” Michael said trying to brush off of the oddity that had just occurred but Y/N knew better than to brush this off. Michael must have seen maggots if he reacted the way he did but the box that fell onto the floor held nothing but rice. Something was happening and it had her on edge.
 “Why don’t you try some noodles?” David asked holding out the box he had in his hands to Michael. Y/N leaned up a bit more to look into the box, seeing nothing but noodles.
 “They’re worms.” Michael said to David looking in the box making David bring it closer in to himself.
“What do you mean they’re worms?” He asked him taking some into his mouth. “They’re only noodles Michael. Michael took the box from David and looked at it, using the chopsticks to look through the noodles. Simply that, noodles.
 Marko stood back up going over to David when he gestured to him, whispering into his ear. Marko’s smile seemed to vanish, a serious look in his face as he gave a small nod of his head. Turning he walked further into the cave setting down his box.
 When Marko had returned it was with an old bottle of wine, covered in gold and jewels. It looked rather antique and yet when he handed it to David, David still opened it and brought it to his lips, taking a sip of it.
It looked like he had just drank something that could give him a rush as he closed his eyes for a moment before they opened. Those pale blue eyes zeroing in on Michael, “Drink some of this Michael. Be one of us.”
 Michael looked skeptical but as it was handed to him he stood, walking over and taking the bottle. Y/N slid into the spot where Marko had been a moment ago, this time Paul let her move.
“Michael. Michael. Michael.” It was a chant, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko speaking his name in encouragement. Urging him on to drink from the bottle.
 Star moved over to stand behind Michael, “Don’t drink it Michael. It’s blood.” She warned him. This caught Y/N’s attention because if the hunch she had was right, if it was blood. Then she knew Michael shouldn’t drink it.
 “Michae-..” Y/N didn’t even get to finish the name before Michael rolled his eyes.
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 “Yeah, sure,” Michael said to Star, “Blood.” And then he drank. Then the boys cheered.
 Deja vu. It was the same feeling she had felt four other times before in her life. It ached. Her soulmate... was dying. Now however, it made sense. Her soulmates had died. Each and every time they drank from that very same old bottle the progress to dead began to happen.
 That’s what vampires were, undead. Alive but not really so.
 Despite this information now showing her that they were truly not dead her soul still felt their life draining. Half a vampire could be described as actively dying.
 It took a day or so for the feeling to go away before proving to her that these four; David, Marko, Dwayne and Paul had changed in less than 30 hours. Still, she felt pain through that time. Then when they would have fully turned she felt the greatest pain of all, and yet it faded away into depression when she believed she lost her soulmate forever. Now she could see why she felt the connection to the other four.
 Star and Laddie moved further away as Michael took another sip. Marko began to push David in his wheelchair around. Dwayne and Paul stood up and they began to celebrate, welcoming him.
 This on its own had Y/N feeling worried but then their eyes landed on her. Sitting there, her box of food having been set down on a small table beside the seat.
 At some point David had taken the bottle from Michael and held it out to Y/N. “Didn’t think we forgot about you, did you doll?”
 “Join us princess.” Marko egged her on. Dwayne giving an encouraging smile from behind Marko. Paul looking at her with eager eyes.
 “I can’t drink alcohol. Bad heart.” Y/N said to them giving her best faux smile and shaking her head. The disappointment on their faces was instant.
 “Just a small sip.” David urged and yet she moved her body to sink further into the seat, away from the bottle.
 “Tyr would kill me.” She whispered. “I should be getting home.” She said to them, “Can’t stay out too late. My friend is still sick.”
 Oops. Wrong words.
 “You live with your friend?” Marko asked, there was a flash of something in his eyes that she had not seen before. Malice.
“Separate rooms.” Y/N assured him knowing that angering a vampire was not the thing she wanted to do. “But yes.”
 The sound of her being in a separate room seemed to calm them down at the very least. “I’ll give you a ride.” Dwayne insisted only for Y/N to shake her head.
 “It’s fine really. You guys are partying. I actually don’t stay too far.” Y/N spoke standing from the seat and slipping toward the staircase. “I’ll see you guys soon!” It wasn’t a promise, it wasn’t even definite plans. Yet she made her way up those stairs so quickly.
 It was terrible that she left Michael there, yet she was no idiot. What the hell was she supposed to do? It was too late. He had already started the process to being a vampire.
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The shadows created by the moonlight that had been blocked by objects began to shake as she made her way past them. No one had followed after her. That was good. They continued to party. Using a sense she didn’t feel anyone near her and before she knew it, she fell into the shadows. Literally. Her body sinking into the shadows like a portal as she spoke an incantation. The pain was too much for her. Falling from the ceiling of her room and straight onto her bed with a soft thud as her body hit the comforter and pillows.
 Much like Tyr, she used up too much of her own energy and the darkness took over as she slipped into a deep sleep, at least in this sleep she would not feel the pain. She hoped.
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prettywhenibleed · 2 years ago
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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Broken Without You)
Pt 2 Fem Reader x Dwayne TW: Language, suicide I got the inspiration for this fic MONTHS ago after reading @theyreonlynoodlesmike ‘s It’s Just a Movie and The Sequel fics and have FINALLY written it. Everyone should go and read it because it is AMAZING!!
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Opening your eyes, you looked around to find that you were back in your bedroom. Once it registered in your mind where you were, you shot up out of bed in a panic. “No, no, no, no, no.” You said, tears already falling from your eyes. This can’t be happening. You can’t be back here. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them back up, you would find yourself back in the cave and in Dwayne’s arms. “Please, please.” You quietly begged. You slowly cracked your eyes open only to find that you were still in your bedroom. Nothing had changed. A chorus of heart wrenching sobs escaped you as your legs gave out and you crumbled to the floor. Why was this happening? After years of feeling nothing but emptiness and darkness, you had finally been happy. Ever since you met Dwayne, your life had been filled with nothing but love and happiness. You had finally felt like you belonged somewhere and that you finally had someone who truly loved you, only to have all of that cruelly ripped away from you. You didn’t know just how long you had laid on the floor, curled in on yourself and crying until you had nothing left. Soon, you fell asleep, completely and utterly exhausted and just hoping that when you woke up again, this would turn out to be some kind of horrible nightmare. 
Sadly, you had woken up the next day to find that you had not, in fact, dreamt all of this and that if seemed like no time had passed since you had been gone. Months went by and with the warm light that Dwayne shone on you that kept the darkness at bay now gone, that all too familiar darkness had crept its way back into your life and your mind. You tried your hardest to think of Dwayne and the others in those times to try and distract yourself, to try and live in your own little world where you were still there with them, but it never worked. It felt like all of your most precious memories with them were being infected and twisted into something diseased. Something dark and crooked, your mind warping the memories and making you think that they had never happened. That it was all some twisted trick that your mind had played on you. You almost gave into those thoughts but you knew deep down that it was real, they were real. Dwayne, he was real and so was the love that you held for each other. You didn’t know if reminding yourself of that comforted you, or just made it all the worse because you knew that you would never see him again. You wondered if he or the others had realized that you were gone. What would they think? Would they think that you had run away? Or maybe that something had happened to you and you were dead. Would they even care? Would they miss you as much as you miss them? Would Dwayne find someone else and move on as if you had never even existed? There they were again. The dark thoughts that always seemed to turn your thoughts and fill you with dark what ifs. 
Over the months that you had been back, you fell back into your old habits of drinking and getting high with your “friends”. Though it seemed that things were even worse than they were before, you having tasted what it was like to feel the euphoria that came with loving someone and having that love returned tenfold. Constantly, you tried to chase that high that you once felt when you were with Dwayne, though you knew deep down that you would never find that in these drugs or in the company of the people you surround yourself with. You had thought for months about just doing what you had planned on doing before you met Dwayne. The only thing that stopped you, was the promise that you had made Dwayne. He made you promise him that you would never try anything like that, that you would come to him if you ever felt the urge to harm yourself and he would do everything in his power to make you feel better. But after a year of struggling to keep moving, to just keep yourself breathing, you had finally given up. The only thing that had ever made your life worth living, worth holding onto, was Dwayne and now with him no longer by your side, you just didn’t see the point in life anymore. You didn’t want to live in a world without him in it. When you first got back, you did have an idea. Maybe you could go to Santa Carla and find him. If he was a vampire, then he would still be alive today, right? Well, when you looked up the town, you felt your heart sink. It didn’t even exist, at least not in your world. You guessed that not only were you sent back through time but also to a different universe entirely. 
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When Dwayne woke up that night, he immediately knew that something was wrong. It just felt off. Leaving the part of the cave where he and the boys slept, Dwayne first made his way over to your nest to check on you. Once he reached your nest and made his way inside, where he felt a surge of panic rip through his body. You weren’t there and your scent, while still there, was so faint that it indicated to him that you hadn’t been there in a while. In a blind panic, Dwayne tore through the cave in search of you, gaining the attention and worry of his brothers. “Woah! Hey, just calm down, alright.” David told Dwayne but it seemed as if his voice fell on deaf ears as Dwayne continued. Paul made his way over to Dwayne and grabbed a tight hold of his shoulders as he spun him around to face him. “Just tell us what’s wrong, man. Maybe we can help.” Paul offered, trying to calm his brother down and find out what the hell had gotten into him. “Y/n’s gone.” Dwayne said, jaw clenched and looking as though he was on the verge of breaking down completely. “Maybe she went for a walk or something. She’s done it before.” Marko offered and he was right. There had been times where you had gone out for walks while the boys slept. “This is different. She would have been back by now, she would have left a note or something.” Dwayne said, moving over to sit on the edge of the fountain and holding his head in his hands. The others exchanged a quick look before silently agreeing on something. “We’ll all split up and search the whole of Santa Carla if we have to. We’ll find her.” David told Dwayne, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. That’s how the boys spent the night. They searched every inch of Santa Carla but came up with nothing, only causing Dwayne to become even more distraught. 
A couple of months went by and, while they searched every night, they never found any sign of you. While it was very clear that Dwayne was the most torn up, Paul, David and Marko were also heartbroken by your disappearance. You were their sister and they loved you and to wake up one night to find that you were just gone without a trace, it killed them. Marko had come up with a bit of a theory. He thought that, maybe, whatever had brought you here, had just sent you back. When he brought this idea up to Dwayne, he was immediately yelled at. “NO! She’s here somewhere! She HAS to be!” After that, none of them spoke about what they thought may have happened to you again. Dwayne felt so empty without you. He feared what may have happened to you. Had someone taken you and hurt you? Did you go on a walk, get hurt and weren’t able to move? Did you hurt yourself again like how you had told him that you did in the past? Then he thought about what Marko had said. Maybe you really had just been sent back to your own time and if that was the case, he feared what you may do now that he wasn’t there to protect you. You had told him all about your mental health problems, though you reassured him that since you had been there, you hadn’t had any of those dark thoughts that you usually did. He did make you promise him that you would never try to hurt yourself again and if you ever felt the urge, to come to him and he would do whatever he had to to make you feel better. But he wasn’t with you now.
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Tonight you had gone to hang out with your friends at one of your usual hang out spots. All you guys really did was get messed up and listen to music. Since getting back, you hadn’t told anyone about what had happened and even if you did, you knew that no one would believe you. I mean, you were drunk and or high most of the time, so anyone you told would just assume you were tripping hard on whatever you were on. Even though you were currently surrounded by people, you felt so alone. Their laughs, voices and the music was just static to you as your mind wandered back to Dwayne and the others. You wondered what they would be doing right now. As you had made a habit out of doing, you tried to imagine that you were back with them, hanging out in the cave, listening to music and laughing with them. You tried to imagine that you were sitting next to Dwayne, his arm around you and, for a brief moment, you could almost feel him. You felt so broken without him, more so than before you met him. You felt the tears start to come and not wanting anyone to see you cry and ask questions to which you wouldn’t be able to answer, you stood to leave. “Hey, where ya going, y/n? You’re gonna miss out on the party.” One of your friends questioned. You looked back briefly. “I’m all partied out. I’m gonna go for a walk.” You told him. He just shrugged and turned back to the others and with that, you walked off. 
You walked around for a while, not exactly knowing where you were going until you got there. You soon found yourself standing in a place that you often went to when you wanted to be alone. It was a grassy area atop a cliff that overlooked a large wooded area below. It was quiet and secluded. You sat down on the grass, dangling your legs over the edge. You sat there for a while, just thinking about everything that had happened and eventually, your thoughts went back to Dwayne. You felt your tears finally spill onto your cheeks as you realized what you were going to do. You felt terrible about breaking the promise that you had made Dwayne, but you just couldn’t go on like this. You couldn’t go on without him, it hurt too much. Standing back up, you lined your feet up with the edge of the cliff. Your heart was racing but, at the same time, you felt a small sense of relief wash over you. “I’m so sorry, Dwayne but I can’t do this without you. I tried, I really did. Please forgive me.” You cried as you spoke into the air, knowing that he wouldn’t hear you but you needed to say it. “I love you. Forever.” Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and stepped off. You felt the rush of the wind for a few seconds before… 
For the second time, you landed on the ground with a harsh thud. You could feel your body ache as you lay there. It took your brain a few moments to register that you hadn’t died. Confused, you slowly opened your eyes, to find that it was still night. That’s when you felt the sand against your skin, causing you to shoot up. You frantically looked around to find that you were in the same place that you had woken up the first time. You were back. Without a second thought, you got to your feet and sprinted straight for the boardwalk, hoping and praying that they were there already. You made it there a lot quicker this time, your adrenaline pumping and fueling you to run faster than you had ever ran before. You practically tripped up the steps of the boardwalk, causing some people to give you strange looks but you didn’t care about that. You tore through the boardwalk, trying to get to where the boys usually parked their bikes. Breaking through the crowd, you felt your heart skip a beat. They were here. You ran straight in their direction, the comotion you were causing, caused the boys to turn their heads to see what was going on and that’s when Dwayne saw you. Immediately, he raced towards you as you raced towards him, launching yourself into his arms when you got close enough, to which he caught you and pulled you into the tightest hug. You buried your head into his neck, inhaling his scent, as he did the same. You tried to say something, anything, but you couldn’t get your brain to cooperate. All you could do was sob into him as he held you. They others had also come over to where you and Dwayne were, equally as happy to see you. 
Finally, you pulled your head out of his neck to look at him as he set you back down onto your feet but still keeping a very tight hold on you. “You’re back. I thought I’d never see you again. What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dwayne hurriedly asked you, looking you over to make sure you were all in one piece. “I’m okay now. I don’t know what happened. I-” You tried to choke back another sob. “I missed you so much.” You said and Dwayne pulled you back in for another hug. The others also shared their happiness of you being back and telling you that they missed you too. David then said that you should all go back to the cave so you could all talk somewhere more private. Getting on the back of Dwayne’s bike for the first time in what felt like forever and having your arms around him while you rested your head on his back, felt like pure heaven. You thought that you would never see any of them again. After getting back to the cave, you all talked about what had happened, Dwayne never once letting go of you and you never letting go of him either. You told them how you had woken up back in your room, how you had planned on going to Santa Carla to find them, only to find out that the town didn’t exist. You told them that it had been a year for you, while they informed you that it had only been four months for them. None of you knew how that worked but you were all just glad that you were back. They asked you how you got back and, not wanting to tell them all about what you had just done, you just told them that you didn’t know. Though, when you and Dwayne had gone back to your nest at the end of the night to be alone, you felt like you should tell him. 
You and Dwayne were laying on your bed in each other's arms when you decided to tell him. “Dwayne?” You said, gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you. “I need to tell you something. I- I did something right before I got back here.” You quietly told him. You were worried about what his reaction would be, but you knew he deserved to know. Dwayne brought his hand up to your face and brushed the hair out of the way. “What happened, love? Tell me.” He softly encouraged. The way he was looking at you made you feel so guilty about what you were about to tell him. “I- I know I promised and I tried to keep that promise, I swear. But I was so lonely and broken without you. I couldn’ take it. I didn’t want to live in a world without you, so I-” The last words were difficult to get out. Dwayne knew what you were about to say and it broke his heart but he kept silent and let you finish. “I tried to kill myself.” The last part coming out as a whisper, shame and regret filling your voice. You let your tears fall as Dwayne pulled you into him. You buried your face into his chest as he rubbed your back, letting you get it all out. “It’s okay. You’re okay now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you like I promised.” You could hear his voice crack slightly as he spoke. You pulled away to look up at him. “I love you, Dwayne. So much. I just couldn’t do it without you.” You told him. “I love you too, y/n. Forever. I promise you that I will find a way to make sure you are never alone again. If it’s the last thing I do.” The both of you laid in each other’s arms for a while before you had a thought. You didn’t know if it would work, but it was worth a try. “I think I might have an idea.” You suddenly told him. Dwayne gave you a curious look and urged you to continue. “Well. What if you turned me?” You told him. 
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You looked over at Dwayne from your spot on the couch as he skated around the cave, sending you a wink as he passed you. It’s been twenty years since you had asked Dwayne to turn you. It seems like your idea had worked. The last twenty years have been the most amazing years of your life. You spent every night with your three best friends/brothers and the man that you loved more than anything. And still, not a single night goes by where Dwayne doesn’t find some way to make sure you know just how much he loves you. Forever is a long time, but not long enough for you. Though, you guess it will be good enough for now. 
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redamancy-writes · 2 years ago
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The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Payment
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Warnings: None
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader
Title- Payment
“Is she awake yet?” 
Marko’s voice was unusually soft as he entered into the nesting area where you lay resting in Paul’s arms. You were laying on your side, your face pressed into Paul’s chest as he sat still on his back for you to use him as your personal teddy bear. 
“Not yet,” Paul whispered back, eyes not leaving your form as you breathed deeply, in and out, almost in a entrancing pattern. 
“We’re heading out soon, you should wake her up,” Marko nearly bursted into laughter at Paul’s horrified looking face. 
“You know she hates when she wakes up and we’re gone,” Dwayne murmured lowly, hovering in the doorway. 
“I just hate waking her- she looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping,” Paul’s pout was obvious as he looked to Marko and Dwayne with puppy eyes. 
“I’ll help you,” Dwayne decided, his lips upturning into a smile as he approached the bed, crawling to lay behind you just where David had been hours before to help you fall asleep. 
Rather than wake you though, the two simply watched- all desire to awaken you from your deep slumber gone. Your breath was deep and slow, your mouth open ever so slightly as your cheek was squished against Paul’s body. Your lips looking soft and pretty and oh so sweet, something they always remembered from your kisses. The answers of someone like you could love a rowdy group like them always evaded them. You were gentle, pretty, soft, and kind. Heart swelling of sympathy, your heart always on display. In concert with that you were understanding, trying your best to understand everyone- even if they had hurt you. Now these guys? They killed for fun, terrorizing people on the Boardwalk when they got too bored, and enticed others to make bad decisions that would end up benefitting them despite the hurt it would cause to those actually making such decisions. 
“Babycakes,” Paul murmured lowly, tone not too loud as to not startle you awake. “Time to wake up, sweet thing,” He leaned his head down to press kisses against your forehead, arm reaching up to draw patterns on your back. 
“It’s time to get up, little one,” Dwayne whispered from behind, his hand massaging yours- each knuckle getting an affectionate rub before he moved to your palm. 
Stirring from your sleep, Paul frowned as your expression lost it’s peacefulness and was replaced with scrunched brows- your mouth shutting as your head twisted to bury more into Paul’s chest. 
“Oh, c’mon now babycakes,” Paul couldn’t help but laugh at your antics, making a sleepy grin form on your face as you pulled yourself from his chest to stare at him. “Why d’ya wake me up?” Your words were slightly slurred from sleep, your eyes bleary as you pouted up at him. 
“So you could have time to wake up before we left, love,” David now called from the doorway, Marko standing at the edge of the bed. 
“Mmm,” You closed your eyes in thought. 
“Hey hey, don’t fall back asleep,” Marko called out to you, making you open your eyes again with a laugh, “I wasn’t trying to, I was just thinking…”
“Thinking about what?” Dwayne murmured, taking your hand up towards his mouth to give a kiss to it. 
“Thinking about- those,” You looked at Dwayne, making his eyebrow arch in a silent question. 
“Kisses,” You clarified, a grin spreading across your cheeks. 
“Oh I see, our little love wants kisses?” David grinned, approaching the bed.
“As a payment, of course,” You nodded at David, “Payment for waking me up so early.” 
“A payment is only fair,” Dwayne murmured, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips, a sound of surprise leaving you before you melted into him. The kiss ended all too soon, only for Paul to tilt your face towards him for his own kiss to be placed on your lips. 
David’s hands were free of his leather gloves for once, his hands feeling much softer than the leather as they cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss. 
“My turn,” Marko’s voice greeted your ears in a singsong manner after a moment, his impatience showing as when you opened your eyes he was already biting his nails to stave off his urge to approach you. 
“Marko,” You cooed, arms open for him as he eagerly clambered onto the bed, careful not to crush you with his weight as he pressed kisses all around your face, your laughs filling the room and their hearts before he captured your lips in his. 
Maybe they weren’t the nicest people, or the kindest- heck they were murderers… but you chose them, chose to love them and you didn’t shy away from their secret when they told you but embraced them with a warmth that never dimmed. 
“Mmm,” You sighed, “I think that satisfies payment in full, my dear boys.”
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juniperskye · 25 days ago
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Turn to Stone
Based on the following ask: I'd like a Hotch x reader where reader is a professional dancer please! She gives Hotch tickets to one of the performances she's participating in. Hotch invites the rest of the team and reader gets to show off with a partner dance. I picture reader and her dance partner being like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers or Ariana Debose and David Alvarez, but if you have another pair in mind that's fine too. – Okay so I used to LOVE SYTYCD and one of my favorite contemporary duets was Melanie and Marko dancing to turn to stone. Travis Wall is an incredible choreographer!!! So that is the dance I am picturing.
Aaron Hotchner x Dancer! Fem Reader
Fluff
Word count: 1324
Not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Age gap (non-specified), reader is a professional contemporary dancer, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description (she can however be lifted and participate in a contemporary dance routine), established relationship with Hotch, use of pet names let me know if I missed any!
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
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“Okay, I have your ticket at will-call, you’re gonna be there right?” You questioned nervously.
“Yes sweetheart I will be there. I have made sure consultations have been sent out and I put in a request to be off tomorrow evening. There shouldn’t be any issues.” Aaron reassured you.
“Okay! Sorry, I’m just nervous. It is a big performance, and I really want you to be there.” You rushed.
“I know, you’ve been working so hard honey, and I wouldn’t miss it.” He confirmed.
You hadn’t told Aaron that you’d actually been chosen for a partner dance with one of the guys in your company. He and you were often partnered up, even within group numbers…and that was mainly because Marko and you had incredible chemistry on stage. The two of you were able to anticipate one another’s movements without words.
You’d been rehearsing every day for weeks, the group routines and your partner routine, practicing again and again until the movements became second nature. Part of the reason you’d put so much pressure on yourself was because your partner dance would be the closing number of the entire performance.
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What you didn’t know was that Aaron had also been keeping a secret from you.
He’d gone ahead and invited his whole team to see your dance performance. He’d mentioned to them that it had been coming up and he expressed how proud he was and how hard you’d worked, and that led to Garcia asking if they could tag along. Who was he to say no? This was an opportunity for them to see how amazing you were.
Aaron had seen you on the stage a few times before and every time you managed to take his breath away. He was always in awe of how effortless you made your movements look and it was just incredible to see you following your dreams and expressing them so passionately. You inspired him, and he wanted to share that…to show you off to his team.
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As the day came and went, your nerves and excitement only grew. This is how it was before every show…you’d feel a teeny tiny bit of anxiety, but your excitement would cloud it every time. You became a dancer because it was who you were, it was in your bones.
That night, Aaron made you a simple dinner of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables. He knew you wouldn’t want to eat anything heavy the night before your performance. You ate while going over the highlights of your day…both omitting the fact that you both were currently holding a secret from the other.
When you two got into bed for the evening, Aaron gently rubbed and stretched your feet and ankles assisting you in working those muscles, keeping them loose and ready for your big show.
Aaron held you close that night, feeling almost giddy about the fact that he’d get to show you off tomorrow.
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The next morning, Aaron got up and made you tea with honey, he knew you’d be up early to head to the studio.
“Thanks baby.” You whispered.
“Of course.” Aaron kissed you. “I will see you tonight, okay? You are going to be amazing.”
“Thank you Aar. I love you so much!” You hugged him.
“I love you too. Have a good day and break a leg!” He called before heading out the door.
You sipped your tea and packed the things you’d need for the day. You grabbed the lunch that Aaron packed for you – full of healthy snacks and your water bottle – and you left for the day.
Your company did some last-minute costume fittings, and makeup trials. Then they moved into stretches and warmups before shifting into a full-blown dress rehearsal.
The program was organized as such:
Full company contemporary
Men’s jazz
Women’s partner ballet
Elite company ballroom
Women’s Jazz
Couple’s partner salsa
Full company modern
Select company acro
Couple’s partner contemporary (aka your dance)
The dress rehearsal went perfectly, your director only making a few minor changes to ensure there was plenty of time for costume changes. The choreographers pulled a few people aside to give notes and ensure everyone was ready.
Your choreographer, Travis, pulled Marko and you to a studio to have you run your duet again, he wanted to push the both of you to really feel the emotion of the music and the movements. Travis was big on connection and chemistry in his routines, he wanted people to feel the emotion conveyed through your dancing. Once he felt satisfied with your progress he let you guys rest.
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Aaron walked up to will-call to pick up the tickets, while he was waiting he sent you a quick text.
Hey gorgeous, you are going to be amazing. You inspire me every day with your passion, and I can’t wait to see you on that stage. I love you always. A.
“Hi, I’m picking up for Aaron Hotchner, there should be two orders.”
“Yes, I see there is a single ticket and then a set of six additional tickets.” The clerk confirmed.
“That’s correct.” Aaron nodded.
Aaron took the tickets and distributed them between the members of his team. They all then made their way into the auditorium to take their seats.
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Aaron’s text gave you an additional wave of confidence to get you through this performance. The whole company was buzzing in anticipation.
The performances passed by in a blur. One after another, running off stage to change and adjust your hair and makeup as needed. Every time you came onto the stage, Aaron would point you out to the team. They couldn’t help but smile and giggle at him…he was just so proud, and it was an infectious feeling.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for being here tonight. We have one final performance for you tonight. So please join me in welcoming our final two dancers this evening, performing a contemporary routine, Turn to Stone, choreographed by Travis Wall.
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When you entered the stage, made up to look like a statue, Aaron was stunned to silence. He couldn’t believe you’d been able to keep this to yourself long enough to surprise him tonight.
The piano began, signaling Marko and you to move. The two of you were in sync, moving as one, beautifully gracing the stage. The crowd roared as you progressed through your routine, Marko lifting and catching you with ease during the lifts, as the music came to crescendo.
Aaron had tears in his eyes as he watched you move. The raw emotion you and Marko emitted with every point of your toe, twirl, lift, you two were telling a story and it was touching each person that sat in the audience before you.
As the song concluded, Marko shifted in close to you and you both froze to mimic statues. Silence filled the room briefly before the crowd erupted in applause…gifting you a standing ovation.
Marko and you took a quick bow before exiting the stage. Heading back to get some of this makeup off before greeting Aaron.
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You ran towards Aaron, leaping into his arms, squealing in delight. You were on cloud nine, the routine had gone perfectly, and you couldn’t have been happier with the outcome.
“You were incredible. That duet, honey, I-I don’t even know what to say. You were, you just. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.” Aaron was at a loss for words.
“I love you too! Thank you so much for being here to support me.  I didn’t want you to miss this.” You smiled.
Aaron passed you a bouquet of flowers and gestured towards the BAU team who all stood in awe, watching the exchange between you and their boss. Shock written on their faces, seemingly from his softness regarding you.
“Guys, this is my amazing girlfriend.”
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