#sam emerson x reader

[attyslittlespace]

TAKE CARE OF YOU (SAM X LITTLE! READER)

WORD COUNT: 813

Authors Note: This is my first time writing! I made it for fun so sorry if it isn't perfect 😖

Warning(s): Sam cusses like once lol

It was friday, and even though it was only 2nd period, the day had been extremely stressful. First, you didn’t hear your alarm go off, so you had less than 10 minutes to get ready and leave. Then, you spilled water on your shirt on the way to 1st period, and by the time you cleaned up yourself and the floor, the bell had rang and you were late. Finally, by the time you got to class, you realized there was a test, a test you didn’t study for. So here you are in 2nd period: Stressed, tired, annoyed, and upset. Fortunately though, your friend Sam was in that class to cheer you up. As usual, he wasn’t doing any work, just leaned back in his chair and reading a new comic he bought at Frog’s Comic Shop.

“You know, I’d allow you to borrow any of my comics if you were ever interested in reading them.” Sam looks at you, smiling and closing his comic book to pay attention to you. “Mhm..” You reply, mustering up a smile and a slight nod. You weren’t really in the mood for conversation. You were nervous. In the privacy of your home, you usually regressed to combat stress, and it was always voluntary. So when you felt yourself slipping, you were confused and nervous. You had never regressed involuntarily before, and what made it worse was that it was in front of Sam. What would he think? Would he make fun of you? These thoughts were running around your mind when you finally hear a familiar voice snap you out of it. “Hey… is everything ok?” Sam speaks up, tilting his head that has a concerned expression on it. He rests his hand on your back and leans in a little closer. “Just… stressful day… n… noth…” You try to speak, but everytime you do your voice starts slipping into your little voice. You try to stop it but your brain does it anyway. You regressed. He giggles at you. “Are you regressing?” He asks, his contaigious smile flashing his teeth at you. Your eyes grow wide. He knows what age regression is? He tells by your facial expression that you are and laughs. “I do that shit all the time!” He admits. You just look at him im awe, some because of his response, some because toddler brain. He grabs your hand and holds it. “Hey… you can regress in front of me… its okay.” He tells you, his voice gentle.

The bell rings and it’s now free period. “Do you have anywhere to go?” Sam asks, picking up his stuff and throwing his backpack on. “Nuh uh.” You reply, also picking up your stuff. “Then you should hang out with me, I’ll take care of you.” He takes your hand and leads you out of the classroom. He takes you out to the courtyard and you both sit under a tree. It’s spring in Santa Carla, so it’s very bright and sunny outside. Sam reaches in his bag and pulls out a pink marker. He always had different stationary stuff in his bag to doodle with in class instead of pay attention. “Gimmie your arm cutie.” He uses a petname on you and you cant help but smile and giggle at him. You give him your arm and he starts to draw on it. He draws hearts, stars, and, of course, the superman symbol. You watch him, kicking your legs and mindlessly chewing on your thumb. You quietly babble and giggle to yourself, to nothing and everything at all. Sam stops and looks up at you, giggling with you. “How old are you silly?” He asks, taking the thumb out of your mouth. “Uhhh…” You reply, smiling and shrugging your shoulders. He giggles are your response. “Well you're definitely too little to be at such a grown up school!” He teases, making you just giggle more. “Someone got attacked by the giggle monster today didn’t they?” he coos at you. ”Nuh uh!!” You protest, but your uncontrollable giggling just proves his point. He goes back to drawing on your arm until you slowly unregress. It’s about 5 minutes until next period.

“Hey, sam… thank you…” You tell him. He stops drawing on you and looks up, realizing you aren’t regressed anymore. “Of course! I would want someone else to do the same if I regressed at school!” He replies, smiling and putting up the marker, your arm now covered in drawings. “So… you regress?” You ask. “Yeah, for fun, but I’ve never accidentally regressed like you just did.” You both stand up and gather your things. “Well, if you ever did I’d take care of you.” You smile at him, hearing the bell ring.

“Thank you, cutie.”

[bl00dsuckingbradybunch]

hey! if hc requests are open, could i request sam emerson dating hcs? thanks!!

Dating Sam Emerson Would Include...

a/n: i, in the most annoying big sister fashion, just want to pinch his cheek. sorry if this is really short…

-> you totally steal his clothes. he's got a whole closet full and, seeing as most of it is baggy as hell on him, they most likely fit you, too.

-> he totally complains about it. all the time.

"aw, come on."

"how would you feel if i started stealing your clothes, hm?"

"i'm being serious now, i need that back."

-> (secretly loves it.)

-> lots of comic book talk. if you're into comic books, have fun spending hours pouring over the forty-seven different story arcs for every DC character and being in awe of his batman number fourteen. if you aren't... well, good luck. it isn't that hard to follow (in theory) and I'm sure he'd be willing to explain it to you.

-> probably considers everything you guys do together a bit of a date. not in an annoying way but in a cute way. like, you guys had to walk nanook together? why don't you make a date of it. hanging out on the boardwalk? that's totally a date. doing your homework together? not quite so fun, but a date! you get the drift.

-> that being said, the chances that any date you're on gets interrupted by at least one frog brother are high. especially when they're, on off-chance, not working. they're pretty much sam's only friends on the boardwalk (beside you), and they can more or less say the same about him in return, so there isn’t much they don’t do together. I don’t make the rules.

"hey sam!”

“…”

“… and edgar… and… alan?”

-> nanook hair everywhere. it’s on your clothes. it’s on your book-bag. it’s on your bed. your boyfriend’s got a big dopey dog that sheds a lot.

-> chaste forehead kisses that make his nose scrunch up >>>

-> michael makes fun of you two all the time. lucy tells him to stop, but he’s not going to. he’s still your stand-in big brother, though. like, nobody’s messing with you on his watch.

-> lucy adores you. you’re always invited to family dinners at the (rebuilt) emerson household.

-> you’re not entirely sure grandpa knows you exist. he’s pretty cool, though.

-> after canon or during, you’re going to have to learn what vampires are. it’s not like the frog brothers are exactly good at hiding their opinions on the matter, and grandpa emerson’s got medieval spikes all around his house, so you were bound to find out eventually.

-> you, thus, have your own copy of vampire’s everywhere.

-> sam (or his friends) have probably hid a stake or two, and a spray gun full of holy water, in your room. good luck explaining that one to your folks.

“sam, you have to take these back.”

-> he probably has a picture (or several) of you on top of all the posters and shit he has.

-> going to concerts on the boardwalk together >>>

-> he’s a very good boyfriend overall, and you two are an adorable couple.

[harmonyverendez]

You are my brother ~ Edgar Frog x Sister Reader! ~ The Lost Boys: Tribe - Part 2

Title: You Are My Brother.

Warnings: Mentions of killing, sibling rivalry and other things.

Characters: Alan Frog, Edgar Frog, Sam Emerson, Michael Emerson ( Mentions ) and other characters.

Fandom: The Lost Boys Collection.

Summary: After finding out that you were bitten by a vampire ( Your Brother ) Edgar makes it his mission to destroy you, but fate has other plans.

Part 1 - https://www.tumblr.com/harmonyverendez/685060975448195072/imagine-being-edgar-and-alan-frog-sister-and?source=share

~

Both you and Edgar froze and looked in the direction of the voice, there was a tall shadow figure hiding in the shadow.

The person waited for a moment, it was almost as if the figure was hesitating and waiting for a demand.

You narrowed your eyes trying to make of the face, but nothing.

It was pitch black and no hope.

' Who ever it is, come on out!" Edgar growled.

' I don't think I can do that ' the voice said.

Your eyes widened, you recognize the voice instantly. It was your ex, Sam Emerson.

You and he use to be a couple, but after being bitten by your brother Alan.

He has changed.

So he broke up with you and left, and that was the last time you saw.

At least until now.

' Come on out, Sam. You and I have unfinished business to discuss!'.

You gulped and watched as your ex-lover step out of the shadow.

You gasped at his appearance, he did not look the same as before.

But you could recognize his baby blue eyes from anywhere.

Sam Emerson.

' Brave enough to show your face around here, huh Sam?' Your brother gasped.

You turned slowly and blocked Sam's body with yours. But it was too late, your brother has eyes on Sam.

Someone would die today.

Rather it was you or him.

Sam did his dirty talking and ran full speed at Edgar, but it was too late, your brother pulled out crossbow and shot it through Sam's heart.

Sam was dust the next seconds later.

Tears filled your eyes,as you dropped to floor and held the ash in your hand.

You didn't care that your back was turned and that Edgar was ready to kill you.

Or that you were exposed his weapon.

You just wanted your Sammy back.

' Any last words?' Your brother asked.

You didn't say anything.

Edgar raised the weap ready to kill you, but a white light flashed through the room.

Both of you shielded your eyes from the light and a few seconds later, a voice spoke up.

' No one is dying tonight? '.

You gasped.

You recognized that voice instantly.

It was your other brother -

Alan.

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Bad moon rising I

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 3.1k

Poly!lost boys x Emerson!reader

[1] [2] [3] [4]

A/n: This is the first time writing for the lost boys, I will let yall know if there are any major warnings in each chapters or not. But I hope that you guys enjoy reading the first chapter.

‘Don't go around tonight

Well it's bound to take your life

There's a bad moon on the rise’

Your legs were killing you. 

After hours of sitting in the back seat of the Land Cruiser, you were growing restless. And Nanook didn’t really help when the dog draped his entire body over your lap, his weight making both of your legs go numb. 

You could hear the sounds of your brothers and mom arguing over which radio station they should listen too for the rest of the drive. The occasional static from the radio making you roll your eyes. 

Maybe your legs weren’t the only thing tired from the long drive, maybe the voices of your family were starting to drive you crazy. 

“Oh,” your mom suddenly said, turning up the music that was currently on. “This one is from my generation.” A smile inched its way on your face as you watched mom dance along to the music. 

Both Sam and Micheal turned to face each other, a soft grin playing other lips as they listened to the ole timey song. “Keep going.” They said together. 

“Ok, ok, I get it.” Mom said as she switched the channel. “My music isn’t hip enough for you guys.”

You leaned forward in your seat, hand resting on Nanooks fur to keep him still. “Hip?” 

“Yeah, you know. Cool, fresh, narly.” Your mom told you, bringing her hand up to do a surfers hand gesture. 

You glanced over at Micheal, trying to see if he too was hearing what mom was describing. He just gave you a playful eye roll, and a shake of his head. Not wanting to tell mom that nobody actually used those words in real life. 

“We’re almost there.” Your mom told you in a sing song manor. 

Glancing past Micheal you saw a billboard, the words Welcome to Santa Carla read across the front, an image of the towns beach drawn on cartoonishly. 

Sam let out a gag, his nose turnt up towards the window. “What’s that smell?” He asked, quickly rolling up the glass to try and block the stench from entering the car. 

Mom closed her eyes, taking a long sniff of the outside breeze. “That’s the ocean air, baby”

“It smells like someone died.”

You snorted at your youngest brothers comment, he wasn’t totally wrong. The saltyness that suffocated the air around you was a bit much, but you’d grow used to it, you all will eventually. 

“Look guys, I know the last year has been tough.” Mom said, glancing back at the rear view mirror at both you and Micheal. “But I think your really gonna like it here.”

You couldn’t count on either hands on how many times your mother had said those exact words to you three. It always starts with the ‘I know’ and always ends in your really gonna like this place. But, if you were being a hundred percent honest you missed back home. 

All of your friends and what’s left of your now broken family is all back home in Phoenix. And you know that mom is doing all that she can to keep everything positive, but deep down you know that the divorce is hurting her just as badly as it is hurting you and your brothers. 

As the car continued to drive down the road, you watched as the sign showed the back. It was packed with graffiti art and even a couple of stickers stuck to wood. But, what caught your attention most was the five letter word painted in black and red. 

Murder capital of the world.

Upon entering Santa Carla, you’ve noticed that there is just about any type of person you could imagine walking along the streets. There were girls in bathing suits, guys with halve shaved heads, groups of tourists, the locals, nerds, jocks. Hell you even saw a dog with its fur colored pink. 

You just hoped that at night the people were better looking. 

Mom pulled beneath the cover of a food shack, allowing everyone to step out and get some fresh air after ten hours on the road. Sam leashed up Nanook and took him to the bathroom, also venturing his new home town by himself as he did so. 

You woke up your legs as you stepped out of the Land Cruiser, the nerves shooting up and down your body, you wobbled a bit on your feet before steadying yourself against the car. You felt sweat begin to form beneath your clothes, causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. “Holy cow.” You muttered gently fanning yourself to try and cool off a little. 

You were used to the heat from the sun, but God, the humidity is what’s gonna kill you this summer.  

As you continued to fan yourself off, you noticed all the small shops that surrounded you. They were old and kind of antique-ish looking. But, past that laid the boardwalk, were you knew you’d be spending the remainder of you summer break and nights. 

Sam came jogging back towards the car, Nanook right on his tail. He stopped before mom as he pointed a finger at the boardwalk behind him. “Mom! Mom, there’s and amusement park right on the beach.”

Instead of acknowledging the said park, you watched as mom pulled out a small wad of cash. Placing it in Sam’s hand she gestured to a group of homeless kids rummaging through the dumpster. “Sam, tell those kids to eat something. Will ya’?”

As you watch Sam walk over towards the kids, you notice a telephone pole covered from head to toe in posters. Stepping away from the car and wandering over you read a few, hoping to catch a couple help wanted ads or even just something small enough to help out your family. 

Though instead of any job listing you did find a good amount of missing children posters. Actually, it’s just about a missing everyone poster. There is a little boy that looks about six, a grainy picture of him is nailed down with staples. And beside it is a man in what looks like his mid to early fourties, his balding head and crooked teeth makes you wonder who would miss a guy like that. 

Glancing past the telephone pole, you eyed the teenagers in the dumpster carefully. For all you know these kids could go missing next, and no one would try and look for them. 

The thought made your stomach twist in a discusted knot, the idea that you or even one of your brothers could turn up missing one day and nobody would bat an eye, didn’t sit right with you. 

A car honked from behind you, turning around you noticed that your family is back in the cars AC and that they are all waiting on you. “Y/n, sweetheart.” Your mom called, poking her head out the window. “We have to go, grandpas waiting for us.”

You quickly made your way back to the car, plopping back down in your seat as mom slowly pulled out of the food shack. The feeling of cold breeze in your face cooled you off a lot more than your hand did. 

After a while the car pulled up to an old two story house, the arch way made out of tree limbs and nails made you question how sturdy that would actually be in a storm. Once the car came to a complete stop everyone piled out, the dirt road beneath you dirtied up the end of your blue jeans. The bottom of your converse’s making little patterns in the grime. 

Micheal, who had decided to ride his bike for the rest of the drive, slowly unstradled the vehicle, his eyes darting around the front yard of the house. Wood carvings of animals and an old trailer was near the back of the yard, the fence that surrounded us was slightly spaced out and cut into sharp ends. 

“This is homey.” You muttered to micheal, the backpack that you carried felt heavy on your back after hours of not wearing it. 

Micheal hummed in agreement, albeit sarcasticly. 

Glancing back at the house itself, you took in the porch, it had one too many rocking chairs and wooden tables for you to count. There were even empty beer bottles rolling across the porch floor. But, you stopped judging the home style around you when you noticed a pair of legs laid out on the ground. 

Taking erie steps, you all cautiously eyed the body. Both fear and concern bubbling deep inside of you. Fear that this would be the first dead body you’ve seen and concern over who will come and clean it. 

Mom walked ahead of you and your brothers, crouching down by the head of the body. “Dad?” She asked, swiping hair out of his face as she did so. “Dad?”

“It looks like he’s dead.” Micheal stated, eyes glancing swiftly from his mom and the supposedly dead body before them. 

Mom shook her head, gently shaking her dad awake. “No, he’s just a heavy sleeper.” 

“Why is he asleep on the porch?” Micheal asked, trying to understand the older man. 

You leaned over Sam’s shoulder, taking in the supposedly dead corpse in front of you. “Is the heat from the sun gonna make his body decay faster?” You pondered out loud, ignoring the glare your mom gave you. 

“Yeah. And if he’s dead can we move back to Phoenix?” Sam added on for you, receiving the same look your mom just gave you. 

“The both of you be quiet.” She scolded. 

Suddenly grandpas head popped up, his eyes half lidded as he held a smug smirk. “Playin’ dead. And, from what I heard doing a damn good job of it, too.”

You watched as mom playfully swatted at her dad, before leaning down and giving him a good hug. Sharing a quick glance at your brothers, they both held the same expression that you did. Confused and slightly baffled at how the old man acts. 

The inside of the house looked just like the cabins from Friday the thirteenth. The floor was wood, the stairs were wood, an even the walls were wood. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the refrigerator and sink were made out it, too.

You walked through the house with a cardboard box labeled kitchen, both Sam and Micheal right behind you. Though Micheal was carrying a barbell with a couple of weights and shirts on it, and Sam had a bowl on his head with tied up comics ontop. 

“This place is straight out of a horror movie.” Sam whined, as they reached the kitchen. “I wouldn’t be surprised if their are dead body’s buried somewhere.”

“It’s not that bad.” you tried to reason, placing the box onto the counter and cutting through the tape. 

Sam stared at you bewildered, “Not that bad? Not that bad!” He started to raise his voice, setting down the comics and bowl beside you as he continued. “There’s no TV. Have you seen a TV? I haven’t seen a TV.”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking a couple porcelain plates from the box and setting them in a cabinet. “Use your imagination.”

“Imagination?” The boy raised his voice a little bit higher. “You know who else used there imagination? The Torrence family, and they ended up trying to kill each other.”

“Ok, one this is not The Shinning. And, two, you kill me I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.” 

Micheal chuckled at yours and Sam’s conversation, “Oh, you think this is funny Micheal?” Sam asked the irritation of no TV or even MTV was starting to get to him. 

“A little.” He told his brother, placing the barbell down and walking back towards the car. “But, we’re flat broke, Sammy. Can’t afford a new TV for this joke of a place.”

You walked back and forth from the car, box after box, cutting open and placing your stuff with Grandpas. It was tiring, but, you wanted to get it done now so that you could go to the boardwalk tonight. 

Though your brothers on the other hand, weren’t as helpful as you were trying to be. 

Sam ran through the living room, swaying between the boxes that littered the ground as he sprinted away from Micheal. The said older boy was running down the stairs, he hoped over the railing near the bottom and took off after Sam. 

You were pulling out a vase from a box, tearing off the bubble wrap and placing it perfectly on the table. You took a small step back and eyed the spot, debating if you should move it one way or another for it to look right. 

But, as you stepped back, you acidently stood right infront of Micheal’s path. He collided with your side, sending you both tumbling to the ground. “Dammit, Micheal!” You shouted, quickly getting up just as your brother did. Continuing with his chase after Sam, you immediately ran after him. 

“Hey, guys, no running in the house.” Mom called out to the three of you, though no one paid her any mind as you all just continued to chase one another. 

Sam stopped before two sliding doors, shoving each of them open. You and Micheal caught up with your brother, you about ready to shove Micheal for knocking you to the ground, when you saw what laid behind the double doors. 

Taxidermy animals laid on the table in front of you, some were even hung up to the ceiling because there was no more room on the surface. The three of you stood shocked at the room, you more disturbed that so many dead animals were cut open like they currently were. 

“I think we found the dead bodies, Sam.” You told him, referring to your earlier talk about grandpa hiding dead corpses. 

Sam let out a snort, eyeing the room with interest. Micheal leaned up against your side, his elbow coming up to rest on your shoulder. Even at pratically the same height he liked to remind you which of the two was the tallest. 

“Talk about Texas chainsaw massacre.” 

“Rules.” A voice suddenly called out, bringing each of your attention to grandpa who had a cardboard box in hand. “We got some rules around here.”

He gestured with his hand to follow, which you all did begrudgingly. The old man led you to the refrigerator, and upon opening it you saw a sign that read, ‘Old fart’. You hid your amused smile behind your hand as Grandpa began to explain the rules. 

“The second shelf is mine.” He stated matter of factly, easing the sign to show a couple of beer bottles and a box of Oreos hidden behind it. He waved a finger at all three of you, “Don’t nobody touch the second shelf, ya’ hear.”

You nodded along with your brothers, grandpa then waddled out of the kitchen leaving you to trail behind him. You watched discustedly as Micheal began to shove his finger in Sam’s ear, the younger boy trying to push him away when Micheal wrapped an arm around the poor boys neck. 

Clearing his throat, Micheal directed his attention back at grandpa. “Hey, grandpa? Is it true that Santa Carla is the murder capital of the world?” He asked, refusing to let Sam go from his grasp. 

Murder capital of the world. 

Those were the exact words you’d read off the back of the billboard. You hadn’t known that Micheal had read that aswell, although he appears to be taking the towns chosen nickname more jokingly than you had. 

Grandpa slowly turned back around to face the three of you, his eyes darting across each face. “There are some bad elements around here.” He told you, though his voice seemed to be a lot more serious than anything. 

Sam finally shoves Micheal off of him, “Woah, wait a minute. You mean to tell me that we moved to the murder capital of the world?” He asked, getting close to the old man’s face. “Are you serious grandpa?”

You watched as grandpa took his time with his next words of choice. “Well- let me put it this way; if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up at once, we’d have a serious population problem.”

That did about anything but soothe your racing mind. Are we gonna get killed here? Are you actually going to go missing and nobody would care? Could Sam, Micheal or even mom turn up dead one day?

Your thoughts immediately went back to the missing posters, all the untraced people that had disappeared off the face of the earth. And not one of them had been found. You don’t think your gonna like it here all that much, you concluded. 

Mom suddenly sauntered in the living room, a stack of hats resting ontop of her head. “Oh, Dad. You’re gonna give them nightmares.” She told him, not wanting to deal with three teenagers wandering into her room at night complaining about what grandpa had told them. 

Grandpa waved his hand, dismissing her accusation. Changjng the conversation, he picked up a TV guide that sat on the end table, waving back to you and your brothers he began to explain another rule of his. 

“Now, when the mailman brings the TV guide on wensdays, sometimes the corner of the address label will curl up.” He pointed to the address label on the guide, the corner slowly thrusting itself up towards the ceiling. “You’ll be tempted to peel it off. Don’t. You’ll end up ripping the cover, and I don’t like that

He tossed the TV guide back on a different table, making his way back to the taxidermy room. He yanked the sliding doors together and they closed with a great, smack. “And stay out of here.”

Grandpa then walked away, though not before Sam stood in his pathway, excitement rising in his chest. “There’s a TV?” He asked, slightly crossing his fingers for the man to say yes. 

“No. I just like to read the TV guide. Read the guide and you don’t need the Tv.” He then walked away, leaving Sam with a disappointed look. 

“See,” you told him, walking towards a couple of boxes that were laid about the living room floor. “Now, you get to use you imagination.”

Sam pointed a finger at you, “When we go crazy, here- and we will, you’ll be the first that I kill.”

You pushed Sam out of your way with your shoulder, balancing the box on your hip. “Then be prepared for me to haunt you until the end of times, Samuel Emerson.”

A/a/n: Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter :) Now we won’t meet the boys until the next chapter, but I am debating if I should just make that chapter about you meeting them or add on. I still haven’t decided. But thank you again and the next chapter will be done as quickly as possible ;)

[queenlakiefer]

When Paul gets high Part 2

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Not a single soul on this Earth:

Paul: Guys, boob size doesn’t matter. Big or small, I want them all!

David: That’s great Paul but what has that got to do with ordering takeout? 🥡

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Homes and hotels

He had nightmares about that night. He heard the screams of his brother still, and the angry growls of the vampires. He still had nightmares about the what ifs. He and his friends could have been killed, or maybe if they had been lucky, they could have managed to kill all the vampires. Maybe they could all have survived, on the condition that they had to be turned into a vampire as well. But none of that happened. No one died. Well, except for Max, that is. But still, as he thought about it, it could have been a lot worse.

He was okay. Mom was okay, even if she was still recovering from a nasty break up with the head vampire. His Grandpa was okay, still happily going out with the widow. And Michael was okay. His relationship with Star had watered a little after the whole affair, but things were looking up for them.

Yeah, Sam sighed as he got out of the bathroom. Things could have been way worse. Max was dead, Michael was human again. Things were almost like before. Almost, because now they sometimes had random immortal visitors bugging them. Lucy didn't mind. She had come to like the boys and adored doting on them. Michael didn't mind, beginning to see them as friends. Sam, however, did mind. He didn't like vampires before, and he definitely didn't like them now.

This morning, he didn't think about vampires, however. He thought about how he finally had gotten access to a TV and that he was home alone this very morning. Mom had worked a lot, and since Sam had helped rebuild the house, she had decided that this was a proper - yet expensive - thank you for all the work he had done. So, Sam got dressed, styled his hair, sprayed on some hairspray, and practically jumped down the stairs, happy to finally enjoy the wonderful world of MTV once again.

He ran into the kitchen. He quickly grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal, and quickly splashed some milk on top of it. He searched for a spoon, but when he couldn't find any, he settled for a fork. He ran to the couch, jumping over the back and landed-

"What the hell man?!"

Sam jumped up, dropping his cereal. The couch wasn't empty. Instead, a very grouchy, very tired, very familiar vampire lay on the couch.

"You?! What are you doing here?" Sam demanded, grabbing his fork of the ground, pointing it at the vampire.

"Sleeping?" Paul said sheepishly, chuckling at the fork Sam was holding. "You know that won't work right?"

"Shut up, I still got the stakes in my room!"

"Good for you kid."

"Why are you here?" Sam demanded.

"Like I said, I was sleeping!"

"This ain't a hotel, bud! Get back to the cave!"

"I can't." Paul shrugged.

"Why not? Are they mad at you?"

Paul chuckled. "No?"

"Then why don't you go? This isn't even your house? Come on, man, a couple of weeks ago you were ready and happy to kill me!"

"People change?"

"Yeah, right," Sam sighed, cleaning up the spilt cereal. As he cleaned the final bit of milk of the ground he shook his head when he saw Paul rolling a joint. "Absolutely not."

He quickly grabbed it, throwing it out with the cereal - causing Paul to whine.

"Not fair! That shit is expensive!"

"Yeah, well, we don't smoke here."

"Fine," Paul sighed, getting ready to roll another one. He was about to light it when Sam turned around, ready to grab it once again.

"No smoking! If you want to smoke you go outside!"

"I can't!"

Sam stopped, realising that Paul was right. The sun was up.

"Well, the least you can do is move so I can watch some tee-"

Sam sighed, realising that the loud snores were not faked. The vampire had fallen asleep again

"He's bloody impossible," mumbled Sam as he made sure all of the curtains were closed. "Rude ass vampire. Yeah, join a gang, Mike! It will be fun!" He sat down on the couch, folding Paul up so his spot was free. Paul's head lay not at his feet, but he just continued sleeping.

"Not like all of those weird undead friends of yours will use our house as a hotel when they bloody live in one!" Sam continued as he reached for the remote controller, turning the TV on.

"Your couch is better!" Paul mumbled.

"Go back to sleep."

"I thought you wanted me to go?" Paul moved to sit more comfortably.

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. "Why, why am I the one with a family that walks right into the arms of a bunch of vampires?"

"Cause your tasty?"

"What?!" Sam shrieked, jumping off the couch, causing Paul to burst out in laughter.

"Nothing."

"I remind you, I still have those stakes!"

Sam sighed as he realised Paul had once again fallen asleep. As he finally turned the telly on, turning the channel to mtv, he noticed an empty bottle of liquor laying next to the couch.

"Great." He mumbled. "With my luck, I'll be dealing with a hungover vampire later."

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Hey! Could you do a Sam Emerson headcanon, where his s/o has Nimona's powers and personality?

If not that's ok!

Thanks!

MY FIRST REQUEST!!! 😸😸

Sam Emerson dating a !Shapeshifter! Reader Headcannons

You and Sam met in school, But he didn’t know about your ‘secret’, nobody did.

Your cat paws hit the boardwalk as you ran around, trying to get a decent meal on the boardwalk.

A few people tried to grab you, but you were a little bit too fast. But you stopped running when you noticed a boy who looked like he walked out of a ‘care bears’ episode. Sam..

He knelt down, rubbing his fingers together and making a soft clicking sound with his tongue.

Something about him drew you closer, maybe how gentle he was, or maybe it was how he didn’t try to instantly grab you? You couldn’t tell anymore.

He grinned when you let him pet you, Scratching under your furry chin as you purred.

The two of you continued to meet on the boardwalk, Sam would rant about the human you, And how he desperately wanted to impress you.

A few months into your meetings, You mustered up enough courage to reveal the truth.

So you managed to bring Sam into a alley where nobody would see, and after the sound of a few bones snapping, you changed from the black cat, into your normal self.

Sam was definitely freaked out, but he was even more freaked out about how much he had apparently told you.

It took a few minutes, But you eventually calmed him down and began to explain.

He was confused, but eventually sorta understood.

A few months later, the two of you got together.

The frog brothers don’t really know what do think about you. Your not dangerous.. but your not human..

Lucy on the other hand, (still thinks your ability’s are odd) loves your visits!

Sam has had to save you from his grandpa turning you into taxidermy many, many times.

Prepare to be bombarded with questions. “Can you get stuck in a form?” “How does it feel?” “Can you become nanook!?”

The two of you are like two peas in a pod, Since you share the same chaotic energy.

He loves every part of your shapeshifting ability, except if you decide to take form of something that sheds.

Nanook is very, very freaked out whenever you take form of a cat or dog.

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Masterlist!!

About me’s:

Introduction

The Mighty Ducks

Adam banks:

The Final Play

Skating on thin ice

Guy Germaine:

Sweaters and cuddles

A winters reunion

The School Bus Graveyard

Logan fields:

Bows

Batman family

Damian Wayne:

The kiss he can’t forget

Beneath the ballet’s shadow

IT

Nothing yet

My babysitter is a vampire

Nothing yet

OBX

Nothing yet

Young justice

Nothing yet

X-men

Alex summers:

The creation of harmony

Moodboards

Ballerina!Reader

Adam Banks

Damian Wayne

Aetherweaving!reader

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more characters

i added the lost boys to the list :]

we have: David, Marko, Paul, Dwyane, Sam, Michael, Alan, and Edgar

they, like this whole blog, is in my au, Sam, Alan, and Edgar are about 18-19 and just out of highschool(Laddie is like, 10 by this time and I just don't really want to write for him or Star lol(if I do write for Laddie its platonic only)

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭🩸

Headcannons

Dating Marko Would Include..

Dating Dwayne Would Include..

Going to Walmart

S/o who stutters

Giving Head

Would they try Pegging?

Oneshots

Empty

Multi-chapter

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Bad moon rising II

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 2.9k

Poly!lost boys x Emerson!reader

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A/n: I am gonna be 100% honest with all of yall, I have cried, yelled at myself, and threaten to throw my phone across the room. Because I had no idea how to get the reader and the boys to meet. So, this honestly will probably suck, but I have tried my hardest. Spent too many hours deleting and rewriting for this to be bad. So please enjoy if can

The board walk was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It was packed full of bustling people, everyone wanting to go through all the rides, shops and games that they had on display. 

Lights came from all around, aluminating your way through the crowd as you tried to decide what to do first on the boardwalk. Screams and laughter sounded from the rollar coaster ride, the bumps and spins tempted you, but you knew that you’d need to ease your way into everything. 

This would be the moment when you’d wish that Sam or Micheal had come with you, they would try to do everything at once. But, unfortunately, right as you three had arrived; the boys had caught wind of a concert, ditching you to go watch Timmy Cappello perform. 

Treacherous dicks. You called them, wishing that at least one of them would have stuck with you as you ventured where you’d be spending the remainder of your summer. 

You wiped your palms against the fabric of your shorts, the heat of the night air causing a faint sheen of sweat to coat your body. After you’d finished unpacking all the necessities from the car, you’d taken a quick shower and changed for a night out on the board walk.

And thankfully so, the gentle breeze against your bare legs cooled you down enough for you to actually enjoy the night out. 

Chimming bells suddenly grasped your attention, facing the noise, you saw a small shop that was isolated from the others. One of the stores windows was cracked, a piece of cardboard covered the inside to prevent the glass from falling out. 

It was a music shop. 

You remembered when your dad would take you as a kid, letting you pick out cassette tapes, and vinyl records for your room. The old record player would run all day from how many times you would listen to Elvis, Buck Owen’s, and The mamás & the papas. 

It was such a shame that you had to sell the record player and half of your vinyl collection to help out after the divorce. With such little money, you had to make sacrifices for your family. No matter how much you regretted it afterwards.

You glanced up at the sign above the door, a wooden guitar with the words Soundscape etched into the body, swayed against the gentle breeze.  A young couple walked out of the store, hand in hand, a paper bag with their purchase held tightly as they ambled away. 

Reaching into your pocket, you felt around for your wallet. The small leather bound material felt weighted as you pulled it out, the sudden urge to spend your money caused you to open the door of the shop. 

The bell rang above you, and a quick greeting sounded from the cashier. You politely greeted him back before wandering throughout the store. 

It was decently clean, a few stray cd’s littered the ground and a couple display posters were a bit too crooked. But, overall, it was perfect for you. 

You trailed your fingers over a couple of vinyls, picking up a few before putting them back in place. Not really looking for anything specific at the moment, you just tried to find something that would catch your eye. 

Stopping infront of the cassette tapes, you let yourself go through each row, the soft clicking as the cassettes bumped against each other drifted up towards your ears. That and the sound of Jeff Lynne’s voice singing Don’t bring me down, was the only noise that filtered throughout the store. 

Your finger graced an Elvis cassette, the image of him and his infamous guitar sat in the clear case. Picking up the tape, you flipped it over reading the listed songs that went with each side. It had a couple good ones; like Blue Suede Shoes, All Shook Up, Return To Sender, Burning Love and of course some others. 

It was his top greatest hits from each album. 

You tapped the plastic against your palm, debating if you should spend the money just to add to your Elvis collection. You actually had a lot of collections that you needed to complete, but, with this specific artist you only had small handful left to find. 

Kinda like Sam’s Batman comics that he’s been trying to find at every book store that you’d passed on the way down here. 

The bell suddenly rang once more, dragging your attention away from the shelf infront of you. A group of men walked in, each leather clad and mullet wearing. The smell of smoke drifted off of them, wafting through the store. It made you scrunch your nose in disgust. 

“Welcome to the SoundScape,” The Cashier told them, the rehearsed words falling easily out of his mouth. “If you need any help, please let me know.”

None of the guys acknowledged the worker, or, they did though they just didn’t pay him any mind. You watched as they each dispersed from one another, going to different displays around the store. Picking up random items before putting them back where they originally were. 

One of the guys walked down the same row you were on, his eyes trailing over the selection of cassettes. You returned your gaze back to your own tape, not wanting to be caught staring at the guy like a creep. 

Eyeing the rack infront of you, wondering if you should buy the Elvis tape or possibly another. If you’d had enough money on you. You kept your eye on a Boney M. cassette, the item practically calling your name. You reached forward fingers less than an inch away from the plastic when a sudden commotion caused you to freeze. 

BAM!

Your head instantly shot up, the sudden noise disturbing the once peaceful silence. It came from a guy in the leathered group, the small one with curly hair, he stood over a fallen display of cd’s. His hands held up in the air, a small smug grin tugging on his lips as he turned to the stores worker. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He told him, his apologie laced with sarcasm. “It just started falling.”

The cashier let out a deep sigh, his smile turning from genuine to forced as he eyed the scattered items. “It’s alright, accidents happen.”

You watched as the curly guy bent down and picked up the stand, purposely hitting the one right beside it as he did so. He let out another fake apology before the worker shooed him away, picking up everything himself before curly messed up the entire store. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the movement of the blond beside you shove something in his pocket. You turned you head slightly, to get a better view, and you watched as he took another cassette from the shelf and put it on the inside of his jacket. 

You glanced between him and the other three guys that he came in with, noticing that with the worker busy they were taking items off of their display and stuffing them deep into their clothes. Hell, the curly guy was trying to fit a whole vinyl record in the front of his shirt. A very prominent square outlined for everyone to see. 

It was a diversion, knocking over enough stuff for the counter guy to get pissed and pick everything up himself. It was clever, but still wrong. 

With your attention kept on the tapes infront of you, you opened your mouth. Voice low enough so that only the blonde next to you could hear. “You shouldn’t do that.”

The man glanced up at you, not at all ashamed of what he was doing. “What’s that?”

“You shouldn’t steal.”

He let out a quiet laugh, leaning his upper body against the shelf. “Oh, really?” He asked, voice drawing out into a tease. “Wanna tell me why I shouldn’t, babe?”

You gestured to the store around you, eyes meeting his. “Because, its wrong. And, just because you and your friends can’t see that, doesn’t mean that it’s right.”

“Well, me and my friends seem to think it pretty damn fun.” He told you, pushing off the shelf as he took a few small steps towards you. “So, your reasoning is pretty much useless in this case.”

The guy stood a mere foot away from you, his eyes trailing across your face. His smile growing ever so slightly as he took you in. “So, watcha gonna do about it?” He asked, voice soft and teasing as he held a tape infront of you. 

“Put it back.”

“Why? There is no fun in doing the right thing.” He waved the item in your face. “Is there, babe?”

You snatched the cassette from his grasp, eyes not once leaving his as you placed it randomly on the shelf. “Put ‘em all back.” You scolded, voice rising ever so slightly. “It’s shitty and disrespectful for the ones that try to make a living working in places like this.”

He glanced over the top rack, eyeing the worker with disinterest. “Yeah, but, it’s also disrespectful to have to work at a place like this.” He turned back to you. “So, if he gets fired then he’ll come and thank us.”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, wanting to tell him how much his point didn’t make since. When you notice how quiet the store had gotten, the music coming from the speakers and the worker picking up the cds were the only thing. Glancing around you couldn’t see the guys friends, all of them gone from where they originally were. 

“Yeah, Paul, put it back.” A voiced suddenly called from beside you, arm slinging itself across your shoulder. 

Peering beside you, you saw the curly haired guy, his eyes dancing between both you and Paul. You didn’t even hear him come up behind you, in fact you didn’t even know that he had moved from where he was across the store. 

You pushed off his arm, the feeling of his body pressed up against your own made your face heat up. Looking back at Paul, you noticed how his body seemed to get more ecstatic, smile forming into a friendly tease. “Oh, yeah? Why don’t you put up that vinyl of yours.” He tapped against the cardboard beneath the fabric. 

Curly swatted his hand away, pulling the vinyl from beneath his shirt and dropping it on the floor. You eyed the disc on the ground, annoyance seeping into your chest at the disregard of store. 

“Pick it up.” You told the smaller one, side stepping away from them both to give yourself some room. 

He tsked, eyes roaming your body up and down. “Well, aren’t you a bossy one.”

“I wouldn’t be bossy if you’d stop fucking-“

“Watch your mouth.” A different voice spoke up, stopping you from finishing your sentence. You glanced over at the voice, taking in his long overcoat and bleach blonde hair. “It’s not nice to treat strangers that way.”

You furrowed you eyebrows, “If your saying I’m being rude, than that’s really the last thing I care about right now.”

A few small snickers came from around you, causing you to look around at each men that surrounded you. The two blondes stood the closest to you, giving you just a foot of breathing room. Then there were the the bleach blonde and brunette. They stood the furthest from you, but their stares alone were enough to make you feel like they were everywhere at once. 

Your body felt like it was on fire underneath their gazes, that and your dignity slowly burning away as realized how much of a fool you must look like right now.  You quickly crouched down, picking up the vinyl and gently setting it on the shelf. Not really caring that it’s not where it belongs right now. 

Someone cleared their throat. You and the guys turned your attention towards the worker, who stood behind the counter with a wet rag. “We’re closing.” He told them, nodding toward the door with little patience. “If your gonna buy something, now is the time.”

You gave him a quick ‘ok’, forced smile gracing your features as you turned to face the men. You eyed them wearyingly, knowing that they could just easily walk out of here without doing at all what you’ve been asking. 

A soft chuckle came from the bleach blonde, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he placed a hand on Paul’s shoulder. “C’mon, Paul.” He said, turning to walk out of the store. “Put ‘em back, we got places to be.” 

You watched as he pulled out a cd, the front of the case covered in a band called Scorpion. He set it down on the shelf, his eyes not once leaving your own. “We’ll see you around.” He muttered, voice low and mesmerizing to hear as he spoke.

It was almost like a fly getting caught in honey. Alluring and sticky, but, it’s just a trap for the prey. 

You didn’t acknowledge his words, instead you just watched as he walked out, the others slowly trailing after him. The brunette hadn’t muttered a single word since entering the store, and apparently didn’t feel the need to as he stepped outside. 

Curly slowly wandered towards the door, turning swiftly to wave his fingers at you before disappearing behind the glass. A simple ‘Have a nice night’ spilling from his lips as he did so. Paul then turned to walked out, his arm resting across your shoulder slide off. Hand coming up to pinch your nose. “Yeah, we’ll be seeing ya around.” He told you, voice indicating that it wasn’t a suggestion, but more of a promise. 

Swatting his hand away from your face, you watched as he chuckled, walking away as he went to join his friends. Leaving you all alone in the isle, with nothing but your Elvis tape and flustered face. 

Engines revved outside as you walked up to the cashier, the sound of the fading bikes meeting your ears as you tossed the cassette on the counter. The worker rang you up, placed your item in a paper bag and thanked you for your purchase. You quietly wished him good night, before turning on your heal and walking outside. 

You were quickly met with the warm night air, the loud noises coming from the boardwalk surrounded you once more. You held on tightly to the paper bag, the cassette softly rattling inside as you quickly walked away from the Soundscape. 

You were still flustered from your interaction with the four boys. The feeling of their bodies pressed up against your own made the night heat all the more unbearable. What if I would have just left them alone? You thought, swerving through a group of people that waited patiently for the carousel. 

They still would have taken from the shop, and that guy would’ve probably lost his job from all the items missing. But, you wouldn’t have lost some of your dignity whilst doing so. 

A sigh left your lips, unoccupied hand going into your jacket pocket. Though instead of the feeling of the scratchy fabric, your fingers graced against a peice of cold plastic. You stopped walking, standing by your lonesome in the middle of the boardwalk as you pulled out whatever rested in your pocket. 

It was a Scorpion cd. The same one that you saw the bleach blonde pull from his coat. You hadn’t even felt him slip the item in your pocket, was it when you were getting on to him or when he was leaving? Was he even the one that slipped it in?

Stupid prick, you thought. Stuffing the disk into the paper bag with your Elvis one, there was no sense in returning it now. The shop was already closing up and how would you even explain that to the poor worker. 

You shook your head, the events of the night tiring you out. 

From a distance you could see both Sam and Micheal standing in the middle of the boardwalk, their attention caught on a girl and little boy. You made your way over to your brothers, the paper bag swaying in your hand as your feet picked up. 

Sam greeted you when you came near, his long over coat brushing against his shoes. “He’s been following her since the concert.” He told you, gesturing with his hand towards the pretty girl. 

“Mmh, hey, peeping Tom.” You tugged on Micheal sleeve, trying to pull him away. “I’m ready to go home.”

He didn’t acknowledge you, his eyes staring longingly at the back of the girls head. You pulled once more at his arm, barely getting him to move when the sudden loud noise of multiple vehicles rushed on the boardwalk. Glancing towards the disturbance, you watched as four familiar bodies stopped infront of the girl and boy. 

They each revved their engines, purposely scaring away anyone that too close. You watched as the little boy made his way over to one of the motorcycles, the brunette pulling him up to sit behind him. 

The girl placed her arm across the bleach blondes chest, hosting herself onto the back of the motorcycle. “C’mon, man, she played you.” Sam told his brother, pulling him away from his rooted spot on the deck. You stayed put for a second, slowly trailing after your brothers as the engines of the bikes faded from earshot. 

Your mind going to when exactly you’d be seeing them again. 

A/a/n: Like I said, this took so long to figure out how exactly the reader and the boys would meet each other. So, I honestly would understand if y'all don’t like this, but, trust me the other chapters are going to be a whole lot better.

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Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2

Chapter 2 rewrite! I'm not dead! Just super busy lately.

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Master list

Chapter Two: Freaks

A man lay on his back on the porch. His head was partially disfigured by a large potted plant. Christ. Maybe this was my omen. 

“Dad?” Lucy made her way out of the old car towards her father. She didn’t seem as concerned as her two sons. “Dad?” She asked again. 

“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Same snarked. I couldn’t understand how he was joking about his possibly dead grandfather. Lucy didn’t like it either as she gave him a disapproving look. 

The man shot up off the ground as if it was nothing. “Playin’ dead! And doing a damn good job of it, too.” Lucy and her father laughed off the encounter. 

“Why don’t you guys start unpacking some things, OK?” Lucy gestured to the old Toyota.

“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael pulled a box out of the flooring and handed it to me. It was heavy. 

“I guess so. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, I don’t plan to stay long–” I tried to explain but Micahel cut me off. 

“That’s ok, mom would do this stuff sometimes when we lived in Arizona. How long do you plan on staying?”

“Maybe a few months, it depends on what place will hire me and how hard it’ll be to get a car. I’m ok with sleeping on the floor at this point.” Michael and I headed out way into the log cabin style home. I enjoyed the windchimes and nicknacks that Lucy’s father decorated with. 

“It’ll be nice having someone else for Sam to bug.” Michael threw a large wicker sun hat on Sam. Sam flung his arm in Michael’s direction, barely missing his ribs. 

The house was nice. It had a large living room, a staircase to the right, a kitchen, sunroom, and something behind two large oak sliding doors. Everything was very. . . man-ish. Men always had the tendency to fill their house with the bare necessities, occasionally adding a spark here and there. Old man Emerson’s spark seemed to be dead animals. There was taxidermy and paintings of all kinds of animals in the house. It was kind of creepy. 

Michael and Sam bounced their way down the stairs almost knocking their mother over in the process. She called for them to stop running but they ignored her, stopping only in their tracks when they opened the mysterious sliding doors. I made my way over to see why the boys seemed so off. 

“Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” Sam eyeballed everything in the small room. A red light showed over the taxidermy, creating a disgusting feeling in my stomach. I wasn't completely disturbed at the taxidermy room. I almost liked it. 

The boy’s grandfather appeared behind us. “Stay out of places you don’t belong!” He closed the double sliding doors. 

“Hey,” Lucy gestured for me to come towards her. “I’ll show you where you can stay. It's not much, but. . . “ She trailed off. Lucy led me up the stairs to the main hallway, taking a small detour to a tiny cut out. Two stairs trailed up to the almost equally small platform and a closed door. 

“I’m sure I’ll like it.” I reassured her. I thanked her and opened the door to my new room. It was more like an attic that got turned into a room, but I was content nonetheless. It had a twin sized bed, nightstand with lamp, dresser, and a trunk. It almost looked like an Army barrack, especially with the green bedding. If my arms were an extra foot long I’d be able to touch the walls. There were two framed windows, one one the opposite side of the door, and one to the right. Horses caught my eye.

I took my clothes out of my backpack, thankfully I had found a laundromat to wash them, and stuck them in the first drawer of the dresser. I placed my backpack and sunglasses on top. My new book went into the dresser. I noticed the amount of dust, I was going to have to ask Lucy about some cleaning supplies. 

After I had gotten some cleaning supplies, I went to work disinfecting the dust from the previous resident. Maybe it was Lucy, although this was a very masculine room. Mr. Emerson broke me out of my thought as he knocked on my door. I put down my cleaner and wipes to open the door for him. 

“Hey, hey,” he pulled something out from behind him. “I got something for ya, as a little house warming gift.” It was a taxidermied owl. It screeched in a fierce position. 

“Thank you.” I plucked it from his hands. “I’ll place it on the dresser.”

“Alright. If you need anything you just let me know.”

What an odd man, I thought. 

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Later that evening, Lucy invited me to the boardwalk. I clamored into the car with Sam and Michael, and Nanook came for some reason. I guess Sam just took him everywhere. It was pretty looking at the city coming into view. I had forgotten how pretty the night was. Once it hit sundown I had been sleeping and getting up when the sun woke me, but now I could enjoy it. 

The boardwalk was interesting. It was salty and intoxicating to say the least. It had a different feel to it. The light, the music, the people. . . everything felt so alive. It wasn’t like how it was during the day when kids rounded every corner and disgruntled parents gave you dirty looks. No, at night was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and way too many drunk people flooded every nook and cranny. It was like an infection that was consuming the boardwalk. It was intoxicating. 

I need a job. I needed one fast. Would anyone even be hiring? I searched the boardwalk desperately asking different shops to hire me. The surf shop, tattoo shop, burger place, and other various businesses stated that “they weren’t hiring,” which was utter bullshit. 

HELP DESPERATELY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. 

Now that caught my eye. What puzzled me was the shop. It was a small jewelry store, not some bar or tattoo shop that I was expecting. I opened the door to be greeted by a young girl. 

“Hi! How can I help you?” She had silky long black hair and what some would consider too much blush. She placed her tan, freckled arms on the glass counter. 

“Uh, I actually need a job. I saw the help wanted sign outside, is there anyone I can talk to?”

“Yeah, let me go get Brenda, call her Ms. Chengey.” The teenager went to who I guessed was the shop owner. 

A woman who looked like a blonde Joan Craford weaved her way out of the bead curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and equally dark and purple lips. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney, I own this shop. Jennifer told me you want to work for me?” 

“Yes, ma’am Ms. Cheney,” I shook her bedazzled wrinkly hand. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but I really needed this job. Plus, Ms. Cheney looked like a woman who liked boldness. 

“Well,” she smiled. “If you can, I'd like to see you here tomorrow. We just had someone quit.” Ms. Cheney smacked her gum. 

“Yes ma’am, what time?”

“9 o’clock, that's an hour before we open. Jennifer,” she put her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Would you be willing to train her?”       

“Sure, what’s your name?” Jennifer asked. “And you can call me Jenny.”

“(Y/n). Nice to meet you Jenny.” I said. “So just be back here tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I can’t really train you until tomorrow since the busiest times are now. I’ll see you then!” She smiled with her delicate freckled face. 

I thanked her and decided to get something cheap to eat. I don’t really remember when that was. Frank’s Dogs greeted me with their very neon sign and very, very, drunk people. One guy’s hair looked like a cross between a rat's nest and its tail. 

“Can I just have a hotdog with ketchup and mustard?” I asked the 40-year-old man who looked like he wanted to kill me . . . or himself. 

“A dollar sixty-two” he held out his meaty hand. I gave him two bucks and let him keep the change. It wasn’t a great hot dog, but it was food. 

A group gathered not too far away, encircling someone on stage. Concerts seemed like a fun way to meet new people, but the pickpocketing and guys with too grabby hands always deterred me. Well, maybe this one time wouldn’t hurt. 

An oily man thrusted on stage ahead of me. He trusted his saxophone in the air wildly. It wasn't my favorite type of performance but he made it work. Everyone was jumping and thrashing their hair. Whoops and hollers encircled me and for the first time since leaving home I felt like I truly belonged. 

My eyes caught Sam and Michael not too far away, Micael was staring at something. It’s like he was entranced, I saw Sam try and shake him. I glanced to where he was looking and saw a thin, beautiful woman. She had delicate and sharp features, surrounded with a long dark curly maine. I see why he was transfixed, she was beautiful. 

“Hey,” a man next to me called. 

“Hi,” I said. 

“You like concerts?” He asked. He was a little bit taller than me with freckles and almost black silky hair. He was handsome, he reminded me of Jennifer. 

“Not really, but I’ve never really been to one, so I thought I’d try it out.” I said. I hoped he wasn’t trying to pickpocket me. 

“You want to keep watching or maybe we could go somewhere?” 

I glanced back over to where Sam and Michael were, but found that they’d left. SO was that girl. “Sure!” 

I found out that Adam was his name. He was a sporty, well-rounded, all-american boy. Mage the textbook definition of an average man and that was Adam. Albeit a little boring, his looks made up for it. 

He gestured over to a girl with long black hair, “That’s my sister.” He called out to her. ONce she turned around I realized it was Jenny from the jewelry store. 

She waved at me. I waved back. “I didn’t know Jenny was your sister.” 

“You know her?”

“Well, I met her today. I talked to the owner about getting a job.”

“Oh,” he nodded his head. “Cool, maybe we can see each other more often.” 

“Oh yeah?” I smiled back. “I’d like that.” It would be nice to make new friends. 

“Finally, I’ve been waiting forever!” Jenny softly hit her brother. 

“Sorry, I met one of your friends.” Adam hit her back. 

“Hey! I was gonna meet up with some friends. Sorry you met Adam.” She said. 

“No he’s fine!” I said. 

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Hey, I’m gonna meet some friends after Adam coughs up the money he owes me. Want to join?” 

“Sure.” I liked the idea of having a few friends beside maybe Michael. He was nice, but I wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with me living with them. 

After Adam gave Jenny about what I thought was 30 bucks, we headed towards the Ferris wheel. Two girls, one looked like Meg Ryan and the other looked like super blonde Tiffany Darwish. The super blonde chick probably used a little too much Sun In. 

“Jenny!” The less blonde one searched for her. “Who's your friend?”

“Hey girls, and she’s (Y/N). She works with me at Brenda’s shop. You guys care if she joins?” 

“I don’t, but I gotta leave. Mom set my curfew early tonight.” Blonde Tiffany Darwish moned. “See ya!”

“By Sara!” they shouted in unison. 

“I'm Carrie by the way.” The other girl stuck out her hand. 

“Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m not bothering you guys, right?”

“No of course not,” Jenny patted my shoulder. “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel.” 

“But there’s too many of us.” Carrie pointed out. 

A hand clapped my shoulder. “I could be your ride, sugar.” 

“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar.”

I turned around to see some guy that looked like a less made up version of Dee Snider. I didn’t like the way he spoke to me. Those types of men always lead to trouble. 

“I’m not sugar.” 

“Sorry man, just trying to be friendly-”

“A little too friendly.” I scolded him. 

“Listen, I still want to ride with you. I’m sorry for being too upfront. If you get to know me better you might like me.” He threw his hands up in surrender.

I looked at Jenny and Carrie, they were absolutely smitten with him. Maybe he was trying to be nice. I don’t think either of these girls would be so flustered over a creep. Or I hoped not. 

Paul, I figured out his name was, turned out to not be a total creep. “-and if you look over there, way way in the distance, is a bridge that I jump off of from time to time.” He put his arms over the back of the seat, partially putting his arm around me. Paul had been pointing and laughing at almost every location telling me about his adventures. He didn’t seem like a bad guy. I hoped that he wasn't. 

We had reached the top. “So,” he looked at me, “you like hanging out with some cool cats like me?”

“Sure, this has been nice. Thank you for dialing it back a bit.”

“No probs man, I can do anything I set my mind to.”

“Like fly?” I joked. 

“Yeah.” Paul continued to stare at the boardwalk. He seemed serious. Very serious. It made me wonder. 

“You’re funny Paul.”

“That’s what draws the babes.”

I continued to stare out at the boardwalk eyeing people for fun. A man with white hair caught my attention. He was . . . staring intensely at me. It made me nervous. 

“Hey, Paul.” He looked at me. “I’ve had a nice time but I do have to get home. It was nice meeting you.”

“Oh.” He said. The ride jerked to a stop. “See ya.” 

“Bye.” I rushed off the ride

“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.

“I’m sorry Jenny, I’ll explain later. I have to go.” I rushed off. 

“Wait. Are you ok?’ She shouted after me. 

I needed to find Lucy. I needed to go home. Where would she be? I went back where she dropped my off. Maybe somehow she was waiting for me. Maybe she decided she had enough at left me for good. SHe probably realized I was taking up too much space, plus I was some stranger. What if I was a serial killer? 

I spotted a short red pixie cut in the distance. God, I hope it’s her. Once I got close I realized it was. 

“Oh, (Y/N). Are you alright, you look flustered. Did something happen?” She held my face. 

“No, no, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t leave without me.” I joked. 

“Honey, we wouldn’t leave without you.” She said in a serious tone. 

“I believe you, I’ve just been trying to find you.” 

“Ok. Sam, Nanook, and I are going back to the house. I don’t know where Michael’s gone off too.”

“Probably to follow some girl.” Sam scoffed. Lucy gave him a stern look. 

The car ride back was filled with anxiety. Sam and Lucy seemed content and spoke about small unimportant things. I kept thinking back to the white haired guy. What a freak. 

I made my way up to my room when Lucy stopped me. “Here’s some pajamas. They’re a little old, but I think they’ll fit.”

“Any pajamas are good pajamas. You have no idea how much help you are.”

“Oh, honey. I remember what it was like to be by myself for a while. It’s alright.” Her smile comforted me. 

I said goodnight and closed the door to my bed room. The windsor piqued my interest. It was open, the curtain blew slightly. I didn’t remember leaving them open, perhaps an intruder? Of course not, nothing was disturbed and my room is almost three stories up. 

White. 

I stared out into the California wilderness for a moment. It couldn't be. There was no way. He couldn’t have followed me home. THere was no way he knew where I lived. We would’ve seen headlights or heard him behind us if he followed. I shut the window and drew the curtains quickly. I don’t remember how long it took for me to go to sleep that night.

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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Lucy looked around the empty house. The final cardboard boxes had been put in the back of her old truck. She sighed, wondering how she had ever felt at home in this gigantic house. Without the furniture, her stuff, they'll drawings from her kids on the fridge, this house seemed cold and uninviting.

Fitting, Lucy thought quietly as she did one last round to check whether or not they had packed everything. Cold and uninviting was a very fitting way to describe her late husband, something she'd only been able to see recently.

"Mom, we have everything. You checked twice already!" Sam whined from downstairs, causing her to roll her eyes.

"I'm just saying goodbye to the house."

Despite everything, she had loved it here. Back when her husband was still hers, he'd sometimes surprise her with breakfast on bed, slow mornings when the kids were out. She remembered the birthday parties they'd thrown, the gigantic bouncing castles in the backyard for Sam and Michael. She could still recall the exact moment she had found out that Michaek had drawn on the walls, at the time being angry, but now looking back at it fondly. She remembered the many Christmases, the excited gleeful giggles as presents were opened and exchanged.

Yes, she sighed softly as she walked down the stairs, looking at the entrance hall one last time. Things had been good here.

But maybe, she thought as she stepped into her car, Sam and his dog Nanook sitting next to her, Michael sitting on his bike waiting for her to go, maybe things would be better there.

Yes, Lucy smiled as she drove off. Moving to Santa Carla was the right thing to do.

Alan was tired. Exhausted. For two weeks, he had opened the comic book store at eight in the morning, closing at six. He sold the comics and saved the money - but he couldn't make anything of the gibberish his parents had written in their administration. He was fifteen. How was he supposed to know how to deduct taxes and what he needed to fill in where?

It worried him, knowing it could lead to the stores downfall.

Then of course there was the fact that his parents were still not responsive, and he had to take care of them. Based on some instructions the nurse had given him, he changed the catheters and made sure they had enough nutrients and such in their tube feeding bags.

Lastly, there was his younger brother, Edgar. Where the boy had promised to help out in the store, most of his time was spent researching what could have done this to their parents. The more time passed, the more outlandish the theories became.

Where at first Edgar had speculated about them smoking the wrong drug, he slowly but surely became certain there was more involved. His parents had seemed paler than usual, and when he had asked Alan, he had confirmed what he'd already thought: they both had anaemia. They - in those rare moments, they were semi conscious - stayed out of the sun or moved out of it, depending on the situation.

It still weirded Edgar out, and even though he momentarily accepted Alan's explanation, if he was honest towards himself, he had to admit that it was absolutely bullshit. There was something off about their parents, something wrong, and he would find the answer.

Alan sighedashe helped the final customer of the day, closing the store doors after the man left. Right as the door closed and locked, Edgar came running in, a paper pamflet in his hands.

"This is it!"

"What?"

"The answer we need!"

Alan took the pamflet, looking at it. On it was a single name and title, with underneath a phone number.

Vampire hunter Tim

"Why would we need this guy?" Alan asked as he looked at his younger brother, who promptly rolled his eyes.

"Don't you get it? Mom and dad are showing signs! Being out of it, no sunlight, the aneamia you told me about? How they can't have garlic, or how they sleep all day?"

"You think they're being turned into a vampire?"

As Edgar nodded, Alan couldn't help but sigh. "You're not going to contact him."

"Already did."

"What?"

"We'll meet at noon tomorrow."

Alan glared at Edgar before giving in. "Fine, but I'm telling you, he's a waste of our time."

The bed Star laid in was comfortable. The thick mattress, the soft blankets - it was nicer than her cot at the cave. There she had blankets galore, but the mattress was old and hard and quite difficult to get comfortable on. And this, she thought as she laid there, covered in her blankets, was everything she had wanted. Everything she had longed for.

And yet, she couldn't sleep.

Maybe she was too comfortable. Maybe she was too worried about her little brother to truly fall asleep. Or maybe she was scared that the girl in the room next door would wake up and drain her.

Star hadn't seen Julie last night, but she had instinctively known she was there. She had heard her walk up the stairs and go to her room, she nadneard her nail something to the wall.

She hated to admit it, but she was quite frightened of the girl. The anger she'd seen in her eyes, the way she acted. The silent promise that hung around her, that anyone who hurted her would pay... Star had never met anyone like her, and she doubted she would ever again. The girl was scary.

Star sighed as she closed her eyes, hoping to catch some sleep, when she was startled awake by a loud cry.

She sat up, frowning. It came from Julie's room.

Star got out of bed, making her way down the hallway towards Julie's door. She knocked, waiting for a response. She got none, except for another cry coming from the room.

The young woman pushed the door open, only to see the girl lying on her bed, twisting and turning in her sheets, pain and anguish visible on her face. Careful not to startle her too much Star got her up, slowly murmuring that she'd be alright. She loosely held the girl, one arm on her shoulder.

"You're alright, Julie," Star said, feeling a bit awkward about it all.

Julie didn't say anything as she slowly became aware of what was happening.

"Why -" she sounded tired and scared, her voice kinder than before, though it still held a notable level of disdain, "why are you here?"

Star thought for a moment. "I heard you cry."

"Why do you care about what happens to me?" Julie mumbled, a sour expression on her face.

"I don't," Star said after a moment, deciding that the truth would be most important now. "But that doesn't mean I want you to cry."

Julie nodded quietly, drying her tears. "I thought they were all dead... some of them are still here..."

"You're being protected by five vampires. As scary as you might feel it is, I think you're pretty safe."

Julie thought for a moment. She hated to admit it, but maybe Star was right.

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[mayonnaise2004]

Sam Emerson with a trad goth s/o

I LOVE THE TRAD GOTH STYLE😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sam first laid eyes on you in the frogs comic book shop.

You were looking through the horror comics, a place Sam wouldn’t go even if he was offered a chance to move back to Phoenix.

There was a feeling of someone’s eyes burning into the back of your head, you were used to the stares, but when you turned your head you saw a boy your age.

He wasn't giggling with a group of friends, his face wasn't one of disgust. He was just staring at you.

His fashion style wasn’t the… greatest but he seemed nice so you smiled and walked away, gently nudging his shoulder with yours.

The two of you didn’t properly have a conversation until Nanook got out and ran up the street.

The moment Sam saw you had Nanook gently by the collar, walking towards him he wanted to hide his red face and run.

But he didn’t. He awkwardly walked towards you until you two were face to face

“Hey, Is this your dog? I’ve seen him follow you around.” The first sentence you said made him automatically think ‘I’m talking to an angel’

You handed over Nanook before the two of you awkwardly stood there for a moment, Sam finally mustered up the courage to ask “i.. think your really pretty, do you want to get a milkshake some time?” You grinned before shuffling your booted foot “like a date?” “Yeah, like a date.”

So Sam showed up in his ‘best’ clothes, and you showed up in yours. Let’s just say the people at the diner were pretty confused to see someone who looked like they just walked out of a crayola factory, and someone who looked like they were going to a funeral.

The two of you got to know eachother before you realized how late it was. You apologized and thanked Sam for the great time. Before sliding him a folded sticky note.

Sam walked home before he closed his bedroom door, sliding down it as he placed his hand against the black lipstick mark on his cheek. He unfolded the sticky note to reveal a phone number, Your phone number.

The two of you became official a few weeks later.

NOW ONTO THE DATING HCS!!!

Lucy thinks your the sweetest thing ever, She thought you were a tad bit odd when you first came over, but your apart of the family now!

Micheal doesn’t know what to think of you, But you make Sam happy. So that’s all that really matters.

Edgar and Allan though you were a vampire when Sam introduced you to them. Turns out it was the white face paint.

Will steal your jewelry and wear it out.

He LOVES your confidence, how you keep your head held high as people give you side eyes.

If you like heavy metal, he might complain at first, but he gets used to it.

Sleepovers!!! His window is close enough to the roof so you can climb onto it. So you two make a fort up there<3

Your parents don’t like Sam, They think he’s distracting you for school.

Matching rings/necklaces

Putting eyeliner on him<3

Trying to scrub the dog hair from your clothes

[people-are-strange-87]

Too Many People (Reunion List)

Bonnie's Family is gathering in Santa Carla for the Christmas 1986, and she gave Paul a list to memorize.

Elizabeth Edwardson née Walton [106] Great-Great-Grandmother

Charles Edwardson [111] Great-Great-Grandfather

Joseph Arkwright [89] Great-Great-Uncle

James Edwardson [87] Great-Great-Uncle

Eloise Arkwright née Edwardson [86] Great-Great-Aunt

Mary Edwardson née Mason [86] Great-Great-Aunt

Harrison Porter [86] Great-Great-Uncle

Henry Emerson [86] Great-Grandfather

Annabelle Emerson née Edwardson [85] Great-Grandmother

William Edwardson [83] Great-Great Uncle

Vittoria Edwardson née Aquino [83] Great-Great-Aunt

George Edwardson [81] Great-Great-Uncle

Dorothy Porter née Edwardson [80] Great-Great-Aunt

William Emerson [71] Grandfather

Arthur Emerson [68] Great-Uncle

Lillian Arkwright [66] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Vevel Harel [66] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Evelyn Arkwright [65] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

John Edwardson [64] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Marie Arkwright [63] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Ruth Harel née Edwardson [63] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Robert Edwardson [61] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Kathleen Edwardson née Fielding [61] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Giovanni Edwardson [56] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

James Weaver [46] Maria's Father

Mary Weaver née Wheeler [46] Maria's Mother

Thomas Emerson née Hall [42] Uncle

Lilian Porter [40] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Francine Porter [39] 1st Cousin Twice Removed

Lucy Emerson [38] Aunt

Keshet Harel [38] 2nd Cousin Once Removed

Zeev Harel [36] 2nd Cousin Once Removed

Shannon Edwardson [34] 2nd Cousin Once Removed

Thomas Emerson [33] Father

Lara Emerson née Fekete [33] Mother

Theodore Edwardson [32] 2nd Cousin Once Removed

James Emerson [26] Uncle

Alexander Emerson [25] Uncle

Michael Emerson [20] Cousin

Maria Emerson née Weaver [20] Aunt

Matilde Sapienti [20] Michael's Girlfriend

April Emerson [19] Aunt

Matt Jamison [19] April's Boyfriend

Melissa Weaver [16] Maria's Sister

Samuel Emerson [15] Cousin

Andrew Emerson [9 Months] Cousin

Louise Emerson [9 Months] Cousin