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Modern vampire story where crosses and holy water no longer work because the church is no longer holy because of the actions of their leaders were more evil than the vampires themselves.

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Somewhere Out There 

Paul {TLB} X Reader

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Style of Writing: Stand Alone Fic (has potential for more in the future though... 😉)

Rating: R for some mature themes such as smoking as well you know the description of a vampire losing it and going absolutely raving mad, like so mad all he sees is red 😉

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,867

Post Date & Time: November 1st 2024 at 12:16AM

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Summary: Ever since all the vampires have known they and humans alike have a soulmate. The only member of the lost boys who hasn’t found his other half is Paul, but what happens when he does actually find them? 

PSA from Faith: This is the first time I am writing for a character from The Lost Boys. I just love both Paul and David as well as Dwayne and Marko. Yet I also love Mike so you might see more of this fandom down the line… maybe. I have loved some of the works that I have read for this fandom, however I did notice there’s not very many where it’s not just centered on one of the boys specifically so I thought I’d give them (especially my favorites) a little attention. I did try to keep some canon and I also went non canon so before any of you guys come at me for it not being all accurate, this is just how I foresaw the boys okay? By the way you do NOT need to have seen the movie to read this fic. Yes it’s based off of the characters, but it will be spoiler free if you choose to watch the movie that is completely up to you guys. That being said I have NEVER written a soulmate AU before so if this isn’t 100% right, I’m sorry, but again this is just how I wanted to depict it all and I just really wanted to try something newish. Thank you and please enjoy the story! 

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Many say Santa Carla has its deep dark secrets hidden away in the shadows, and only some know what those secrets are. Just like every night the boardwalk is lit up; couples walk under the moonlight none the wiser to what lurks in the night, others play games and go into the stores or on rides. Shouts of cheer and fright are all surrounding while the vampires make their usual meander all over the boardwalk, senses sharp yet vigilant as they look for anything they can do for a bit of amusement or maybe even find some dinner. 

Tonight, however, David notices that Paul seems to wander back behind them, seemingly feeling down which is unusual for the other blond vampire. Paul kicks at the dirt as he finds himself locked in his thoughts once more, thinking about her and what she might just be like. David laughs at something Marko said before telling the baby of the group (a nickname given to him by all the boys because that’s just what Marko is, the baby who everyone wants to protect, the happy-go-lucky spirit of the group and most innocent looking one) to keep going and he’ll catch up to him soon. Marko agrees before skipping off to walk and talk with Dwayne. David watches his brothers for a moment before turning around. He comes up beside Paul and pats him on the back, knowing just what Paul is thinking about. 

Ever since the vampires knew they each had a soulmate, all that mattered was when they’d find each other. The only one of the group who hadn’t found his soulmate yet was Paul, and sometimes he’d get discouraged when thinking of it all. When he did, he’d leave the mind link so his brothers didn’t have to hear his incessant inner thoughts, but David knew. He always knows. 

“You’ll find her, Paul. I know you will. It’s only a matter of time,” David tells his brother as he pulls him into his side. 

“Yeah, but it’s been so long, David. You’ve all found yours. What if I’m not meant to have one?” Paul asks, discouraged once more and David holds back the sigh he wants to let out at having had this conversation a million times before. 

“Listen, Paul. I know it feels that way. I used to feel that way before I met Nyra, Dwayne felt that way before meeting Amalie, and Marko felt that way before meeting sweet Charlotte. We’ve all felt that way at one point or another. It’ll pass,” David promises as he squeezes his brother’s shoulder. 

“I don’t know, David. It’s been a lot longer for me…” Paul again denies and David clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

“Well, you still have that song title written on your wrist, don’t you?” David asks.

“And you still see all colors, right?” Marko asks as he pops up behind the two, always the one to pop up at random times. 

“Yeah. I still have both…” Paul mutters as he holds up his wrist, showing the song title Somewhere Out There, a song by Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram that he knows well. 

“See, if you didn’t see color anymore or the song had faded, that’d mean she was dead. The fact you have both is a good thing,” Marko cheerily adds on, slapping him softly on the back and Paul only sighs. 

“What if she doesn’t have it? I mean, I’m dead myself,” Paul adds on and David shakes his head, laughing. 

“I’ve told you, Paul. I was dead and I still had it all, still do,” David informs him as he thinks of his Nyra and Marko hums in agreement. 

“And technically you're not dead, you're undead! Huge difference, buddy,” Marko very pointedly yet happily adds.

“I don’t think being a vampire changes the soulmate laws. I think you’d have to be dead dead, like in the ground dead for that,” Dwayne adds with a shrug as he now jumps in to help comfort his brother. 

Nobody really knows all the details about soulmates and the way it works. For centuries, they’ve all just known that it’s a powerful thing that only comes from the universe. People have done studies, but even then they’ve only learned the basics, so people and vampires just go with it, continuously being pulled together. 

“Who knows! Maybe you’ll find her tonight!” Marko again happily adds on, not knowing how right he might just be. 

“Yeah… maybe…” Paul sighs out, choosing to just agree with them to change the subject. 

Each of them always found their other half and David was sure it’d happen for Paul at some point if not sooner than later. Turns out David, Marko and Dwayne were right because as the night went on, they continued to goof off on the boardwalk for a few more hours before suddenly Paul felt different. He couldn’t put a finger on why he felt lighter all of a sudden. He thought for a moment maybe it was the new strain they’d all smoked before the night started, it felt like being high, but at the same time it didn’t feel like the high he was used to. 

“Do you guys smell that amazing smell?” he asks, perking up as they ride on the carousel again for the millionth time. 

“No. What is it, Paul?” David asks, concern written all over his face until he realizes what’s going on. 

“It smells sweet and fresh. Like… like…” Paul struggles to describe the smell that just hit him. 

“Like vanilla and cinnamon mixed together. Like… home…” Paul finally mutters as his confusion grows more and more. 

“Paul. Follow the scent. Let your nose guide you,” David commands his brother with a growing smile that he shares with the other boys, who catch onto what’s going on. 

“What? Me? Why? I suck at catching dinner,” Paul asks, knowing he definitely isn’t the best hunter of the group. More often than not, somehow Paul would lose his prey and Marko is the first to snicker. 

“That isn’t dinner you're smelling, Paulie my boy,” David tells him, his own grin growing in happiness for his brother. 

“What is it then?” Paul asks, confused and Marko face palms. 

“Dude. Just follow it and maybe find out!” Marko shouts as he pulls his hand away from his face and Paul shrugs. 

“Okay. What could it hurt?” he asks nobody in particular before doing just as his brothers had said. 

He follows the scent, electricity seeming to flow through him, making his toes and fingers tingle the more he moves toward it. The scent grows more and more intoxicating, making him feel more primal than ever before. The sweet smell only calls to him like a siren's call, making his whole body seem to light up. 

He continues to follow it, his brothers all flanking him, egging him to keep following it as they protect him while he’s in his unusual focus. The closer he gets to the alluring scent, the thicker it gets in the air. His blood boils though his veins which if he was not so focused, he would have thought that was weird for a vampire, but he could care less at the moment. He continues to follow the scent like he’s a compass needle, looking for its true north until he comes to a stop in front of the music store. He stands there frozen as he looks on at one of the workers, a girl at the counter talking with a customer as she rings them up. 

“Welp, Paul, my boy. I’d say you just found yourself your soulmate,” David happily comments as they all watch you from the large opening in the side of the building. 

Paul doesn’t answer as he watches you in awe and without knowing it, Paul’s ears activate his vampire hearing so he can hear you. He smiles to himself as the first thing he hears is the music you have playing on the boom box behind you: Somewhere Out There. Then he’s smiling wider as he overhears your conversation, your voice a brand new melody he never wants to forget. 

“That’ll be eight dollars, buddy,” you tell the kid who reaches into his pocket. 

“Oh. Linda Ronstadt. I love her work,” the kid tells you as he hands you the money and you smile warmly at him. 

“I love her too, but this is my favorite song. You wanna know why?” You ask the kid, putting the ten dollars he gave you into the register and without a doubt Paul knows exactly what you’re gonna say. 

“It’s mine and my soulmate's song, see,” you happily tell the kid after he nods and you hold out your wrist. 

“Wow! You and your soulmate must really be meant for one another then,” the kid tells you and you grin even more as you go back to getting his change. 

“Here's your two dollars back. Have fun listening to that tape,” you tell him as you reach out and hand him his money. 

Meanwhile, Paul still stands frozen, just staring at you in awe. His brothers all stand around him, smirking as they watch the lovesick look that he’s had to watch on all their faces wash over his own face now. 

“Well, aren’t you going to go over and say hi…?” Marko asks, nudging Paul a little bit, but again Paul doesn’t speak back, so entranced with watching you. 

You watch the little boy leave until he walks around the corner and then feel someone’s eyes on you, so you look around until your eyes land on Paul. The two of you make eye contact and stare at one another for a few minutes before he seemingly snaps out of the moment and walks away looking sad. You don’t know why (well actually that’s a lie, you have an inkling as to why, but you shrug it off) but you feel sad that he seems sad and wish you could just give him a hug. With a shake of your head, you decide to leave it be seeing as he was with a group of what seemed to be friends that could comfort him and just go back to work. 

“Paul?” David asks as Paul starts to hastily walk away, moving faster and faster by the minute, heading for his bike and his brothers follow after him in confusion. 

“Paul? What’s wrong? That’s your soulmate, buddy. You gotta go say hi!” Marko tries but Paul shakes his head, seemingly angry now. 

“No, I don’t,” he almost practically seeths out before kicking his kick stand up and starting his bike up. 

The three brothers watch on in confusion as he rides off and once he’s gone, Marko turns to David. David stands there with arms crossed, trying to figure out what would have spooked him. 

“You’d think he would have been happy. He’s been waiting for this moment for centuries…” Marko comments in utter disbelief and confusion. 

“You would think so,” Dwayne comments next, breaking David out of his thoughts. 

“Let’s go find him,” David commands before getting onto his bike with the others following suit and getting onto their own bikes. 

Together they all ride out to the cliff side where they know Paul goes when he wants some peace and quiet. Sure enough, they find him there sitting on his bike and smoking another rolled cigarette with his head low. 

“Paul?” David asks in an attentive tone, which is unusual for the vampire who’s normally commanding and stern.

No matter how cold, commanding and stern as he can seem or be, he still cares for his brothers, all three of them. David, Marko and Dwayne slowly get closer to him, if anyone was watching them right now, they would be surprised to see vampires of all creatures being soft on one another, but again Paul is their brother. They found each other and became family and as David likes to say, family comes first. 

“Paul, what’s wrong?” Marko softly asks again out of character.

“What’s wrong? Ha! What’s wrong?!” Paul retorts in what sounds like disbelief, rolling his eyes at the question. 

“She’s human! I can’t go near her. I’ll hurt her and I could never ask her to become one of us and… and…” Paul trails off, taking a gulp as he now tries to hold his tears back. 

“It’d ruin her beauty, man…” Paul sadly mutters, shaking his head in anger. 

“And to ask her to give up her life. Just to be with me. I can’t… I won’t…” Paul chokes on his words before lowering his head, refusing to look at his brothers. 

“Paul. How do you know that isn’t what she’d want? You gotta at least try to fight for her,” Marko comments with a frown, sad for his brother. 

“I don’t care if that’s what she’d want, Marko! She’s my soulmate! It’s my job to protect her! How do I do that the way I am?! Huh?!” he shouts in his brother's face, anger running through him as he heaves while Marko takes a step back. 

“How do I protect her from myself, huh, Marko?? Tell me that one,” he continues to let his anger take over before he sighs, turning around. 

“But if you love her that much already, then you couldn’t hurt her. You’re only hurting yourself by not reaching out to her,” Marko continues to try and convince Paul, who scoffs again, shaking his head as he flicks his joint away. 

“No. I’m protecting her. My pain is a small price compared to if she were to be hurt,” Paul mutters softly before he shrugs halfheartedly. 

“I’ll meet you guys back home at the cave,” Paul softly promises before kicking his kick stand up and starting the bike back up. 

“Dude needs to calm the heck down,” Marko comments as they all watch him drive away. 

“He’s just blinded by the shock of her being human. He’ll come around eventually. Paul always does, he likes to stew in his thoughts, ya know,” Dwayne comments back and Marko laughs in agreement. 

“Yeah. For being the wild carefree guy he is, he definitely is too broody sometimes. And people say you're the broody one,” Marko adds on with a roll of his eyes and Dwayne nods in agreement, chuckling along. 

“Hey. I’m most definitely the broody one. Paul is the crackhead. He smokes more than any of us…” Dwayne practically complains, making Marko laugh some more. 

“Awe, jealous that your place will be taken?” Marko taunts and Dwayne crosses his arms across his chest. 

“At least I don’t get called the baby…” Dwayne argues back with a smirk when Marko shyly grins, proving his point. 

“I actually don’t mind it…” Marko replies with a shrug and Dwayne shakes his head at him. 

“Of course you don’t,” Dwayne chuckles out and David reaches up to grab onto both of their shoulders, giving a light squeeze. 

“Okay. Okay. That’s enough, you two. Come on,  We’ll just leave him be for now. He’ll reach out though the link should he need us. For now, let’s go find dinner for ourselves,” David commands with a roll of his eyes at their play fighting. He still worries for Paul, but he knows he just needs time to come to terms with everything. 

“You got it, big D,” Marko jokes and Dwayne holds back the laugh he wants to let out at David’s annoyed look. 

This is how it always was with the brothers. Dwayne is definitely more silent and broody when others are around and Marko is the innocent curious one. David is leader and commander while Paul is the crackhead that will jump to do anything, yet Paul has always been the most in touch with his emotions, hence why he smokes. 

Meanwhile, as his brothers go on the hunt for dinner, Paul finds himself back at the boardwalk and sits on the beach, just watching the waves. He can still smell that intoxicating scent that he now knows is all you, so very strong that it makes him want more and more of it. He keeps his eyes closed, listening to you talk to all kinds of different customers that come and go. Soon before he knows it, you're closing up shop, saying goodbye to your coworker that stands with you as you pull down the door and lock it up tight. It’s only then he realizes all the loudness and craziness that normally surrounds the boardwalk is now quiet. 

He watches as you turn and you pull your headphones that had been resting around your neck up to your ears. He then starts to follow you, but stays in the shadows just watching over you. At first you look around like you're weary of something or someone being around, but you shrug nonchalantly and continue to walk. He watches over you with pure adoration rolling off of him, yet he also stays vigilant in case someone or something were to harm you. However if anyone saw the way he follows you, they’d probably say he follows like a lost puppy.

Finally after a long walk down the beach, you walk up the stairs to a door and open it before heading inside which makes him realize it’s probably your home. He stays for a while, just sitting on the bottom step, not fully ready to leave you just yet. Eventually the sun starts to rise, so he reluctantly leaves you safe in your apartment and heads home back to the cave. When he walks in, it’s only then he realizes he hadn’t eaten, so taken with making sure you were safe to even really care. He walks further in and finds David sitting in his wheelchair he loves so much. 

“Did you eat, Paul?” David asks with a raised eyebrow and Paul shakes his head. 

“I, uh… forgot…” he mutters, thinking David would be mad, but he’s surprised when David just smiles. 

“It’s okay. We saved you some. Did you figure out what you want to do?” David asks and Paul sighs once more. 

“I’m going to leave her be. That’s it,” Paul tells him and David sighs, sitting forward. 

“Paul. The universe will never let you stay away from her. You might be able to resist for a while, but eventually something will pull the two of you together,” David tells him in a pointed tone. He tries to be soft on him even though he wants to just command him to go talk to her or have max sire him to do it, but David won’t do that, he knows Paul has to choose to go to her himself. 

“It’s whatever, David. I’m going to eat and go to sleep,” Paul responds, shrugging before disappearing toward where they store their food sometimes. 

David frowns as he watches his brother disappear before sighing and shaking his head. David stands slowly from the chair before going and joining Dwayne and Marko as well as all their soulmates in sleeping from the rafter, knowing Paul will join once he’s finished eating. 

Three months have gone by now and every night, David seems to notice that at a certain point in the night Paul will just simply disappear. Where Paul disappears to, David thinks he knows, but he doesn’t want to try and interfere and so he lets him do his thing. 

Once again Paul sits in the sand, watching the waves and just listens to you the whole night. He’d come to realize that your voice is more calming to him then even a joint could be, so he just sits there and listens. Like every night since that first night he’d sat there listening to you and enjoying a peace he never knew he needed until you close up shop. Without fail every single night for the past three months, he waits until you have your headphones on and then he stays in the shadows as he follows you home, just wanting you safe. However, tonight something feels off and Paul just can’t figure it out. 

He’s been trying to figure out why your scent that’s so alluring to him seems off, but he can’t place why. He’s in such deep thought about it that he doesn’t clock the two surfer nazi’s creeping up from the other side. It’s when the one guy grabs you and pulls you into the dark under the boardwalk that Paul is alerted. He quickly follows after and finds one of the surfer nazi’s holding you struggling against the cement wall while the other one seemingly watches. 

“I told you earlier I’d find you and we’d have some fun,” the surfer nazi holding you growls as you continue to squirm and fight him. 

“And I said I didn’t want to. I do have a soulmate, ya know?!” You shout out and for a minuscule minute Paul stops to wonder if you’ve known he’s been around, but he shakes his head clear. 

“And I said I don’t care. Now stay still,” the surfer nazi commands out though a growl and when you don’t do as he says, he reaches up to smack you, fear falling over your face. 

Paul, however, feels his veins boil and an anger he’s never ever felt before washes over him. All he sees is red as he transforms into his vampire self and pulls the first guy off to the side, snapping his neck in the process before pulling the second guy off of you. You watch on as he pulls the guy away and punches him down before crouching over him. He bares his fangs before sinking his teeth into the guy's throat and ripping at it. When he’s satisfied that the guy is good and gone, he stands, heaving for breath, blood all over his face. Suddenly though, like breaking through a fog, his anger dissipates and he turns to look at you. 

You sit there against the sand, staring at the scene in front of you and he immediately rushes over. He crouches down next to you, shielding your view of the carnage behind him. 

“Hey. You okay?” he asks softly and all you do is nod as you stare at him with wide eyes, making him think you're scared when you're more in awe. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you at all, but I promise I am of no threat to you,” he quickly informs you, hoping it’ll help calm your fear, but he’s shocked when you softly smile at him. 

“I’m not scared of you, far from it actually…” you pause, trailing off to bite at your lip. 

“I was actually wondering when you’d come out of the shadows and talk to me,” you shyly admit, a blush on your cheeks now and a warm fuzzy feeling takes over Paul’s stomach. 

“It, uh, it was about time…” he admits almost shyly himself even though he’s shocked that you knew he'd been there all along. 

“I take it, you know who I am then?” he asks and you grin, nodding. 

“You’re that cute guy I saw a few months back standing on the beach,” you tell him, not quite sure if he knows about the two of you being soulmates or not. 

“I’m uh, y/n. Thank you for saving me…” you shyly continue and he shakes his head. 

“I’m Paul, and there’s really no reason to thank me,” he responds with a shrug as he gives you his name in return. 

“Hello, Paul, it’s very nice to meet you,” you joke with him and he chuckles, not being able to help but just adore you. 

“Here. I’ll walk you home,” he starts as he stands before holding a hand out for you. 

“So basically what you’ve been doing for the last three months, only I can actually talk with you now?” You jokingly ask in faux shock and he playfully yet bashfully rolls his eyes. 

“I had my reasons-” he shrugs before you place your hand in his and his sentence gets cut off with a halted breath as the two of you stand. 

He’s stunned by just how easily your hand fits in his like a puzzle piece and how warm you are. You look up at him, making real eye contact for the first time and as he looks into your eyes, his whole center seems to shift once more as an all consuming love for you just flows through him. 

“Are you okay, Paul?” You ask as you reach up and rub his cheek, trying to get some of the blood off, shocking him even more. 

“No. Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells you although he so badly wants to kiss you, but before he can he’s shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thought. 

“Come on. Let’s get you safe at home,” he fully breaks the tension now, ruining the moment and you frown before nodding as the two of you start to walk. 

Hey, boys. There’s food on the beach if you want it. He reaches out to his brothers though the mind link they share before you nudge him as the two of you walk. 

“So are you the only one I’m safe with? Or is your whole group supposed to like, protect me now?” You joke, but Paul can tell it’s a serious question that you want answered. 

“Nah… No vampire will hurt you. Not with me around now. Definitely not from my pack anyway. You’ve kinda already been adopted into the family,” he informs you and you give him a confused look like you're not fully getting it. 

“You’re part of this family whether you decide to change or not…” he tells you while trying to hide the fact he knows your soulmates. 

“Why?” You ask, egging him on hoping he’ll say it first and he pauses for a moment, trying to decide if he wants to tell you or not. 

“Well umm… because you're my soulmate,” he shyly admits, he’d probably start blushing if vampires could and you let out a giggle, making him look at you in shock. 

“Oh, my sweet Paul. I knew… you really thought I wouldn’t know? Especially when you’ve been following me home every night like a lost puppy. I knew it the moment our eyes first met,” you pointedly tell him with a proud smile.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me then?” he asks and you pause to purse your lips. 

“Well you walked away looking rather sad and I just wanted to give you a hug, but your friends-” 

“Brothers,” he corrects you and you smile softly at him. 

“You were with your brothers,” you amend your first words with a shrug before going on. 

“I assumed you just were shocked by finding me and you’d come talk to me eventually but you never did. I assumed you just didn’t know how to approach me,” you explain to him as you show him your wrist proudly with the words he knows so well written in matching ink: Somewhere Out There. 

“No. I wanted to. Believe me, I did so badly, but my fears of what I am got in the way of it all. I’m sorry,” he explains before looking away in shame. 

“It’s okay. We all let the fear get the best of us sometimes, but I’m glad we’ve finally actually met,” you tell him as you stop in place to turn to him and reach up to touch his cheek, not really caring about the blood. 

“Even with the circumstances of how we met?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow and you let out a giggle that sounds heavenly to his ears. 

“Yes. Even with the circumstances of it all,” you tell him and he shakes his head at you in disbelief before grinning at you. 

“Yeah. Again I’m sorry. I just wanted to protect you, even from myself,” he says and he grimaces at himself after saying it. 

“Paul. It’s really okay. I’m just glad we're together now. We are, right?” You ask, scared he’ll leave you at your apartment and never come back. 

“Babe, I couldn’t leave now even if I tried,” he charmingly tells you with a grin taking over his face. 

“Good, because I wouldn’t want you to,” you grin now too, happy to be on the same page. 

That's how the night ends, with you and Paul now walking hand in hand in the moonlight. Paul can’t help but to think just how right his brothers had been, if only he’d talked to you that very first night this could have been the two of you every night for the last three months. But Paul refuses to think any further about it and can’t help but smile the whole way as he walks you to your apartment. He leaves you there knowing you’ll be safe, promising to see you tomorrow night and together you both know this is the start to an even more beautiful story for the two of you to tell in the future. 

The End...

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Magic spit! -marko[tlb] x fem reader

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WARNINGS-this fic contains acts of violence , teasing, oral sex and unprotected sex (rap it before you tap it) biting MDNI MINORS DONT INTERACT

Round about (2,300 words)

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Living in Santa Carla wasn't all bad but tonight, but tonight was a bad day. who would have guessed living in the murder capital of the world would lead to you almost getting killed?

your night had started pretty much like always You finished up your shift at the video store and rode the bus home, You couldn't like something in the back of your mind told you not to take the shortcut maybe then you wouldnt of ended up here trapped in an ally by a guy with a knife.

the man stood forward into the flickering street light he had a shaved head and a black eye.

"Your boyfriends aren't here to protect you now huh" he smirked stepping closer and closer to you.

looking closely at his face you realised he was the guy who slapped your ass while out with the boys your eyes widened in recognition and fear as he held the tip of the knife to your jaw slowly the man dragged it down your jaw causing your skin to split open you tried your best not to hiss in pain.

you kicked the guy as hard as you could in the knee causing him to topple over as he blindly slashed his knife around, unfortunately, slashing up your arms as held them up defensively before you began to run as fast as you could adrenalin coursing through your veins, you could hear the gruff man shouting as you run the sound of your blood roaring and your boots hitting the pavement rhythmically was the only thing you could hear as you continued to run, lungs burning, legs aching and mind racing. you only stopped running when you felt your legs give out under you so there you lay unable to move your face and arms pulsing in pain from the fresh wounds, Your heart felt like it was slamming against your ribs.

you weren't too sure how long you had laid on the sharp gravel unmoving and unwilling to in the silence, that was till you heard the crunch of someone's shoes against the floor like they had just appeared out of nowhere. you bolted up as fear struck down your spine like lightning hitting a tree.

"Baby?"

the familiar voice said gently causing your head to turn quickly to the source Marko, his blong curls matted with blood matching his shirt he moved to wipe his face of the evidence of his last feed.

"Marko" you breathed shakily Your eyes water as your gaze landed on his deep brown eyes

His eyes methodically studied your dishevelled and somewhat bloody form before roughly speaking his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed

"y/n...what happened" his leather-covered hand craidled your cheek as his thumb wiped away the blood from your jaw.

"Th-that guy from the other day attacked me, he had a..a knife " you cried

Marko gently lifted you from the ground his hands under your arms as he spoke darkly "Well sort him out don't worry"

His arms helped support you as he walked you home you occasionally let out a soft sniffle as you attempted to stop your tears. Marko spoke in a low soft tone as he tried to comfort you but the metallic smell of your blood seeping from your wounds had him going feral internally.

"I'm sorry I wasnt there to protect you" he grumbled lowly biting his lip as he took your keys from your shakey hands

his hands gently guided you through the threshold of your house he locked the door behind him as he helped you sit by the table in your cramped kitchen.

your eyes were glued to the tile floor trying not to focus on the dried blood on your arms and face.

"Stay here'll be a right back baby" Marko rushed out he had disregarded his jacket as he moved to your kitchen sink pouring dish soap onto his hands and scrubbing his hands and face to remove his victim's blood as quickly as he could his head kept turning in your direction his eyes soft with a darker look behind them.

"I should never have gone down that ally," you said trying to joke but failing miserably

"Maybe but I'm here and you're here and I'm gonna look after you okay Besides me the boys will make a nice meal of him" he declared as he dried his hands moving to crouch between your legs.

"Okay sweetheart ...uh umm you gonna have to trust me okay"

He chuckled comfortingly as he brought your arm to his face his cool skin sending electricity through your nervous system as he wetted his lips.

"What are you doing" you asked him softly your eyes sparkling with curiosity

"Just trust me" he rasped his voice low and hypnotizing.

Marko's tongue poked out from his mouth as he neared your cut-up arm, his wet tongue pressed flat against the tender wound dragging his tongue up the split skin You hissed at the foreign feeling of his tongue rough against your smooth skin,

He moaned softly the taste of your blood hitting his tongue felt like liquid gold, it felt like a gift from the gods to have your tangy blood hit his lips.

"fuck baby" he outwardly muttered as he kissed the cut it began to tingle and you looked at the once just-up skin now slowly meshing back together your eyes widened in amazement

"I got magic spit baby" he grinned devilishly as he stuck out his slightly pointed tongue

you let out an amazed sigh "Holy shit" you laughed softly as he brought your other arm up to his lips this time his eyes remained glued to yours as his lips slowly trailed up the cut his tongue slowly dragging over it as you bit your lip at the feeling while his eyes darkened his breath heavy against the skin of your arm.

"god baby if this is what your blood tastes like I can't wait to taste the rest of you" he darkly chuckled as he rose from his place crouched between your legs his hand grabbing your chin and tilting your face to the side giving him access to the small cut on your jaw,

Your skin prickled and your breathing hitched at the anticipation of his tongue hitting the raw sensitive skin of your jaw your face felt hot from his comment.

"look at you huh" he whispered as his cold rough tongue lay flat against the sensitive cut, his lips then enveloped the cut gently sucking causing you to let out a small squeak.

"Marko" you whined as he pulled away leaving your skin tingling as it healed.

His hand still on your jaw he looked down at you his eyes hungry, You felt a rush run through your body at his look, heat pooled in your stomach

"You look flushed baby" he teased in a rough tone his nails softly digging into your soft skin

his hand moved from your jaw and trailed down your neck his hand rested there feeling the way your heart rate quickened his cool hands a reminder of his deadly nature.

"What's wrong y/n Your heart is going like a hummingbird" he whispered in a raspy tone his breath hitting the shell of your ear as he leaned closer to you.

your breath hitched as you tried to formulate a response but the words were caught in their tracks as the blond vampire's lips trailed down your neck his teeth occasionally nipping at your sensitive skin

"ugh Marko" you groaned as you felt his lips pull into a smirk

"Use your big girl words" he teased darkly knowing the kind of effect that he had on you.

"Marko stop being a tease," you said in a high whiney toned his hand still gently on your neck

"But you're so pretty when you get all desperate" he laughed moving away from you as he did You leaned forward not wanting to lose contact.

"Come on," he said moving through your house to your small room

he gently pulled you into his chest his hand sliding down your waist his head leaning into your neck inhaling your scent with a huff before sliding down your body his face level with your hips.

his hands tightly gripped the loops of your belt as he tugged the clothing down slightly his lips trailing along your hip bone, his teeth grazing the highest point of your hip with a devilish laugh. you bit your lip at the euphoric feeling of his lips and teeth dragging lower as he shimmied your pants down your thighs.

"Marko" you panted knowing he was about to endlessly tease you

his mischievous smirk didnt let up as he squeezed the meat of your thighs before diving in like a starved animal biting down on your thigh with a loud and obnoxious groan in enjoyment.

the feeling of his teeth shinking into your skin caused you to slap a hand p over your mouth to stop the obscene noises from coming out.

"Aww come on baby don't be shy," he said darkly as he pulled away leaving your thigh with a perfect indent of his teeth, "Move to the bed" he playfully said as he helped move you to lay on your bed as he sperad your thighs apart so that he was situated inbetween then as he kneeled off your bed.

his hands looped over your thighs trapping you, he sloppily kissed up the inside of your thighs his young occasionally dragging along the soft skin until he reached your underwear, his breath fanning across the thin fabric felt like a sweet kiss from a raging fire or like a hungry animal about to pounce you looked down and locked your eyes with his, his eyes ever dark and lust filled begged for your approval, and like a great ruler about to bestow the people with a gift you caved giving his a shy yet Kurt nod.

that simple action was enough to uncage the animal that was Marko and with his hunger, he all but pounced forward shoving your panties to the side as his cool tongue ran through your sensative folds causing your boady to arch and squirm.

"oh fuck, god damn baby" he mumbled not moving away from your sensitive skin causing the vibrations to spread through you.

your hands shot down to tangle in his already matted and bloody hair You felt like he had set you on fire as he continued to devour you.

your body writhing and moving in pleasure

"Hmm, Marko please please" you practically sobbed as he darkly chuckled relishing in your taste.

"Ah ah ah," he said as he pulled away your body flooded with dissatisfaction no longer feeling like a fire was about to cover and engulf every inch of your body you let out a disappointed and high whine at the lack of contact.

"Oh I know baby I know, I was making you feel so good" he cooed mockingly as he stood from his place between your thighs his chin glistening in the soft glow of your bedside lamp a cocky smile eched on his face.

Marko towered over you as he removed his bloody white crop top and began to unbuckle his jeans, he gently moved forward lifting your hips and gently removing your underwear before less gently chucking them over his shoulder with a smirk causing you to let out a snort at his ridiculousness.

he leaned over you once more before helping you to remove your shirt leaving you in just your bra as he unzipped his old blue jeans and moved them down his thighs letting his dick spring from his jeans, your eyes trailed down his body admiring the curves.

"Like what ya see" he chuckled as he took himself into his hand giving his dick a few strokes before sliding into you with an animalistic growl his body now caging your own between him and the matrice his hips against yours his cold skin a welcome sensation against your burning desire.

you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning while he rocked his hips into your own at a steady pace, his lips trailing along your chest up to your shoulder where his head stayed.

"oh fuck baby" he stuttered " you feel fantastic" he said punctuation his words with a thrust causing you to tip your head back in a full attempt to stay quiet

"that it let me hear you," he said moving his hips faster causing the small room to fill with the sickening sounds of slick skin hitting skin, the air felt hot as you tried to control your breathing at his faster pace. he continued trailing his teeth along your neck and shoulders as you panted and moaned at the rhythmic feeling of being surrounded and filled with him.

your moans grew in volume as his hips meeting yours became more more rough more desperate.

his teeth sank into your shoulder as his hips bucked wildly into your own the mixtrue of his continued despraite and sloppy movemnt alsong with the sharp and knife like feeling of his deeth sinking into you caused your entire body to shake, flood gates destroyed as you moaned his name over and over untill his hips slowed leaving you a slurring shaking mess.

he slowly pulled out of you with a curse.

"you did so well" he said kissing your head softly as he moved both your bodys into a more comfortable possition

"from now on you wait till me or dwayne or litrally anone is there to walk you home okay"he mumbled into your hair softly as you cuddled closer into his chest.

[redamancy-writes]

Jealousy on the Boardwalk (The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader)

Word Count - 1036 Fandom - The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing - Poly! The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader Title - Jealousy on the Boardwalk

Jealous - fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.

“All of these attractions, and I can’t help but keep my eyes on you, sweetheart,” You felt like you jolted out of your skin as Paul was suddenly behind you, his hands snaking around your middle as the rest of the boys approached. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” You laughed as he pulled you into him, Paul’s face diving into the crook of your neck to pepper kisses against the flesh. 

“S’rry,” He murmured against your skin as each of the other boys approached to give you their own greeting. A kiss to the knuckles, a devilish grin and a kiss to your nose, and an appreciative glance over your form before a gloved hand cupped the side of your cheek and kissed the other. 

“What do you boys have planned tonight?” You asked as Paul kept you locked in his arms, feeling particularly affectionate tonight, while the other three surrounded you two. 

“Some rides, some food,” Marko grinned as he pointed to the newest addition of the Santa Carla boardwalk. It was a thrill ride, and you couldn’t quite make out the name as the neon lettering was too far for your eyes to fully focus on, but you could hear the screams of terror and resounding laughter of groups of friends as it took them through it. 

“That looks like fun,” You mused, a gasp leaving your throat as Paul decided to begin to nip against your flesh. “Paul,” You muttered in warning as he laughed before pulling away. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” Marko pulled you free from Paul’s grip.

“Hold on, hold on,” You laughed as he started tugging you towards the ride, “I think I need to hit the bathroom first, then go on the ride.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. 

“Knowing you four, it will be hours before you’ll want to take a break,” You tossed a knowing glance to Paul as he was already antsy to get going, ping-ponging off of Marko’s energy. 

“I’ll meet you all over there,” You pecked Marko’s lips before you were disappearing into the crowd, David’s eyes watching over you until you entered the public bathroom. 

“C’mon, I’m going to grab a slushie,” Marko nudged Paul, the two making their way to the treats stand, Dwayne and David resting against the handrail, eyes wandering the crowd as they waited for your return. 

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“Phew,” You wiped the water on your hands off on your jeans as you left the bathroom, the hand dryer not doing a damn thing to dry your hands after washing them. Eyes scanning the crowd, you grinned as you made eye contact with Dwayne, his lips quirking into a grin as you began to approach only for a wolf whistle to catch your ears.

Dwayne’s expression morphed into a glare, gaze drifting to your left as the Surf Nazi’s whistled and called at you. 

“C’mon hot stuff, you bounce on those biker’s dicks all the time, you can give us something!” You felt heat crawl up your neck as you ignored the group, biting your tongue as you moved past them to get towards David and Dwayne. 

You blocked out their voices as you kept your gaze on David, only for a reaction to be forced out of you as a loud smacking sound brought your attention back to the group. The sting on your ass came after. 

“What the–”

“What the fuck did you just do to our girl?” You didn’t even see Marko and Paul, but now Marko had the bastard up by the collar, their noses nearly touching. 

“C’mere,” Dwayne pulled you to him, facing you away from the group. You didn’t want nor need to see what those three were about to do.  “Let’s go get you a drink, hm, maybe a milkshake?” He was seething, hands trembling with rage but he kept it under wraps as you heard a sickening crunch while he led you away. 

As the two of you sat in the booth, you swirled the straw around the milkshake, briefly letting your gaze flick up from the creamy beverage to Dwayne’s face as he stared out the window, eyes flickering back and forth. 

“You okay?” You broke the silence, making his attention snap from the window to you. 

“You’re asking me that?” He grinned at you, “How about we reverse that question, how are you? Are you okay?” Dwayne reached a hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. 

“Meh, I’ve been better but I’ve certainly been worse- but I do have a milkshake so,” You shrugged while smiling, “I just hope the others are alright,” You frowned. 

“You worried about us, doll?” David questioned, just now adjusting to putting his gloves back on as they entered the diner. 

“Always,” Your eyes flickered over each one of them, your frown deepening. Marko had a split lip, always being the one to jump in head first into fights, and you could tell Paul had gotten several good hits in, knuckles bruised and blood caked on them. David, you couldn’t tell, but you figured the gloves were now not for a personal style choice, but to ensure you wouldn’t worry. 

“What happened when we left?” You knew what happened, or at least had a general picture, but you couldn’t help but ask. 

“They got what was coming to them for touching our girl,” David said simply as you scooched further in the booth for him to sit next to you. Paul took his place next to Dwayne as Marko pulled up a chair to sit at the edge of the table. 

“They won’t be bothering you anymore,” Marko gave you a smile as he leaned his arms against the table. 

“Oh?”

“Not if they want to live,” Paul muttered as he grabbed a menu off the condiment caddie. David’s eyes flickered to Dwayne while he put an arm around your shoulders, a raised brow sent his way while Dwayne subtly nodded in response. 

They had more business with those Surf Nazi’s, but for now there were more pressing matters, such as getting you fueled up and turning this night around. 

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[consuming-karma]

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buwan’s notes: I’ve lowkey been wanting to do this, I wasn’t sure if I should though because I didn’t know how to go about my gender-neutral or masc-readers, so I’m trying this out! might also make an audio post if this goes well <3

fair warning that masc-readers won’t have a ton of links since I don’t want to overdo or cross any boundaries.

content warnings: Twitter links, NSFW, choking, cursing, dirty talk, basically the whole NSFW package. (more intense links will be in red).

[seperate tlb x reader (includes Michael and Star).]

DAVID!

a good spanking leads to a behaved pet.

you don’t stop until he says so.

ass up, all for him.

david made it his mission to train your holes to take him whenever.

masc-readers:

he promises no mercy for you, he knows you can take it anyway.

DWAYNE!

a little meal before Dwayne needs to turn in for the morning.

dwayne can’t help it when he sees you performing your pretty housewife duties.

Dwayne lost his ropes, so he improvised.

masc-readers:

intimacy is a given for hopeless romantics like Dwayne.

PAUL!

paul says there’s nothing wrong with a little body worship.

what can paul say? he loves your breasts.

when Paul says he can fuck anywhere, he means anywhere.

masc-readers:

sorry, paul made a mess :(

MARKO!

marko loves seeing you bounce on his lap.

marko believes that eye contact is always essential.

that’s what you’re there for, his own personal cum dump.

masc-readers:

Marko’s an artist, he loves to paint.

why not use you as his own personal fleshlight?

MICHAEL!

spooning is michael’s favourite activity!

he thinks you look so pretty sucking his cock, he really does!

he’s so embarrassed to cum on your tits..but..you look so pretty all covered with him.

masc-readers:

guys night!

nothing wrong with a little laugh in the bedroom.

STAR!

star loves sitting in your lap.

ride her face, won’t you?

her favourite past time is when you’d fuck her dumb on your strap.

masc-readers:

uh oh, you found her toys :(

she feels so loved from the way you savour her.

[holy-hysteria]

“I’m Here for You, Doll.” || tlb David x Reader

A/N: Hey guys. Depending on how well this does and everyone’s opinion on it i’ll most likely make a part two. Also, if you like this feel free to make send me a request. I’ll right for pretty much any slasher. Enjoy!

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There it was again. That feeling. The feeling of someone watching you. Watching your every move.

The feeling had plagued you for the past couple weeks. Walking home and around town became an anxiety inducing task. The fear of someone lurking, ready to nab you at any moment lurking in the back of your mind. But the feeling wasn’t nearly as potent as it was when on the board walk. You had moved to Santa Carla about two months prior, ready to start your life. You found a job at the diner on the boardwalk that paid extremely well and cheap apartment that was fairly nice. You enjoyed life and has little cares— until a couple weeks ago.

They came in while you were working the evening shift, hooting and hollering as they sat in one of your booths.

“Evening, what can i get you guys?”

You had approached the table without really even giving the group a once over. Look up from your note pad you finally took the time to take the men in. Black leather. And a lot of it graced your vision. Three blondes and a brunette. Oh shit. This was the biker gang your coworkers had been telling you about.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts you direct your attention back to your job as you waited for their reply, but nothing came. Instead, they ignored you. Giving you a sideways glance before heading back to their conversation.

Huh. Okay then.

“I’ll give y’all a minute then,” you deadpanned as you turned around to head behind the counter. You had better things to do with your time then dote on a bunch of pricks. Grabbing a rag you began to wipe the counter off, filling up the time. You watched as you hand made circular motions against the linoleum top, occasionally scrubbing at a stain left by a mess child. Then you felt it. Turning to face the group of men again you met the owner of the piercing stare. He was blonde. And not a natural blonde either. Bleach blonde. Not only that he had a short mullet and wore what looked to be multiple heavy coats on top of each other, along with leather gloves. His state was ice cold, making you wonder if they had been trying to get your attention and were becoming impatient. The strange thing was, he was the only one staring.

Setting the rag down you made your way from behind the counter and back to their booth while shooting the blonde an apologetic smile, hoping you hadn’t made him wait too long.

“I’m sorry about that, are you guys ready to order?”

Even with your apology and your inquiry to their needs, his glare didn’t diminish.

“Nah babes, we’re good. Just gonna sit here for a while okay,” replied a different blonde that looked strangely like a copycat of Dee Snider.

“I’m so sorry but you can’t just sit here without ordering. So either get a water or something, otherwise you’ll have to leave,” you replied in your best customer service voice.

“Look we said we didn’t want anything to leave, k?”

What the fuck, is he deaf? You head been here since 5 this evening and it was now approaching midnight, closing time, and you’d be damned if some stuck up kids were gonna keep you from going home.

“I said get out if you’re not getting anything. You deaf or something?” All politeness was gone from your voice as you spoke. The group then turned to you with a look of shock on their face. But that expression didn’t last long as they began to laugh at you.

After giggling like a group of little girls for a good 3 minutes, they picked theirselves up and left, all while that blonde still stared at you.

That had been two weeks ago. And your intuition told you that group was the reason for the constant feeling of being watched. Maybe you should have just gotten your boss to kick them out instead. If you had done that, maybe you wouldn’t be looking over your shoulder every few seconds while your hands griped your keys right i between the spaces of your fingers.

• • •

Your eyes scanned your surroundings as you made your way for the door of the dinner. It was supposed to be your night off, but your coworker need someone to come in and cover the last few hours of their shift and you were the only willing to take it. You push the door as you walk in, watching as your feet carry you across the checkered floor into the back.

Clocking in and grabbing your apron, you swing the door open walking out into the dinning area. Grabbing your pen and paper, you begin to walk to behind the counter as you hear the chime of the front door.

“Evening! Have seat where you’d like and i’ll be with you in a min-“

Turing around, your greeting to the new customer is cut short. It’s him. The guy whose state has been haunting you for the past two weeks.

A smirk graced his features as he relished in the unease that was undoubtedly shown on your face. Without breaking his stare, he made his way to a corner booth in the back of the dinner.

Your mind was racing a mile a minute. Why was he back here? What does he want?

You swallowed your nerves and made your way to his booth.

“What can I get for you?”

“Water, unless you’re gonna kick me out again,” he smirked.

“Did you come here for a water or to be another rude customer?”

“Neither actually.”

What? Then why the fuck is he here?

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you contemplated his response.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m here for you, doll.”

[visceral-reject]

How I think The Boy Love PT.!

David

David loves privately. I feel like he’ll be possessively affection in public, an arm thrown around your waist, hard stares, etc etc.

I think he’s a very closed off person, very conscious about what he tells people and what they truly see him as. David knows how you felt about him before you did.

David is sometimes hard to love, he’s bullheaded, cruel, sadistic, etc. He’s hard to communicate with him sometimes (most of time), this relationship is based off patience, trust, and a whole lot of learning.

After a bit, David can become a softer version of himself, allowing himself to hold you tenderly, kiss your skin, and just hold you. David loves you, he just doesn’t know how to handle those feelings because he’d buried them so long ago after turning.

He wants you to change, of course all the boys do, but David wants you to experience everything you possibly can before hand. He’d speak from experience, he misses watching the sun set over an orange horizon more than he thought.

Pictures. He tells you to take as many pictures of yourself as you can. He wants you to remember what your face looks like for your transition into vampirism.

Dwayne

Dwayne’s love is wild and rough, even in his ‘afterlife’ he’s been placed into this quiet, careful box. Always the responsible one, the one left to clean up the other’s messes. I don’t think he’d want that in a relationship. Not to say he isn’t careful, oh no, you’ve basically got a scary bodyguard on nights at the boardwalk; i mean he throws caution to the wind with his love, he wants to feel the rush when he’s with you.

Dwayne is quiet, always listening/observing. He knows a lot of things about you that you don’t remember telling him. What brand of hair oil you use, what shampoos you prefer, what color nail polish you always buy, etc. There’s been many a time when you’ve found bottles of perfume or hair products that you favor on your bath side. You don’t exactly know how he knew your favorites though.

He’s one of two of the boys that can hold down a job, though he doesn’t always show, they simply refuse to let him go because he does a damn good job when he does show.

I feel Dwayne is very connected to him Native American roots, so he incorporates his family’s traditional practices into his life now. Beadwork, reciting tribal history, caring for each others hair, etc. He’s very careful with his hair, taking great care into making sure it doesn’t get too tangled or greasy.

He’s the type to slow dance in the rain, he’s an old soul, just a bit meaner.

[dearest-painter]

Yandere concept with the lost boys and the Emersons

Y/N is a shapeshifter who knows about the lost boys so they change human forms so they can avoid them. When Micheal and his family moved in Y/N took interest with him. They stopped changing looks and just stayed in one form with Micheal. Micheal being completely obsessed with Y/N and never being apart from them. The first one to notice is David when he finally finds Y/N again It’s with Micheal on the fairest wheel holding hands and laughing. He’d tell the other about it,Y/N their ‘mate’ being with another man. In this Y/N is more bold with affection in private and wears black lipstick so you’d see Micheal smiling like a goof covered with black lipstick covered over him and Y/N smirking while reapplying it.

All the lost boys would notice and hate It because your THEIR ‘mate’ not that Emerson’s! Micheal might as already turned into vampire at this point which allows you to let him to leave marks all over him with bite marks and letting him have your blood as your immortal. Marko would be the one to do passive aggressive remarks at Micheal instead of fighting surprisingly. Paul would watch to see what made you attracted to Micheal. Dwayne would have to be held back from fighting Micheal because he wants to murder him while David is plotting Micheal’s death.

Sam would ask every day when Micheal will marry you. He loves you as a parent figure. He talks about you a lot to the fog boys without realizing it and they honestly just let him as they’ve seen you around and you seem…unique in a way. Sam would ask if you could show him your new forms which you obliged as he’s younger. Their mom ADORES you and also ask Micheal when he’ll marry you. His grandpa knew you were a shapeshifter as he’s hid you from the cops 1 to many times.

Micheal and Sam would fight the lost boys just to keep you with them.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟔+.

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 '𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧' 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦… 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨- 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬.

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋- 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐌𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐈 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐜𝐭.

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝! 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝) 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐎𝐂! 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲~!🥀🍒🩸

♤🥀💀🥀♤

Your worn down, but favorite-colored sneakers beat against the ground at such a rapid pace along the sidewalk- a slight crunch of sand beneath them as the many folks recently leaving or headed to the beach covered any spot of the ground in a small layer of sand. It seemed no matter where you went in this city (or just California point blank) you could never leave Santa Carla.

The hot sun was beating down on you and the top of your head, causing a small pool of sweat to form on the back of your neck that was vulnerable away from your hair- which was currently whipping around rapidly in along your face and blurring hints of your vision.

Your heart thundered in your chest and your legs ached for you to just take a small break, lungs crying out in short nervous pants of air as you almost choked back the idea of breathing whilst you sprinted off to the secluded parts of this god-forsaken town- on your way to that house that felt so safe, yet so dangerous with how far it was from town, both a blessing, and a curse.

It’s safe to say: Your freaking out. The moment your alarm blared for you to wake up from the little hours of sleep you had gotten prior, you were bolted right awake and slipped on the quickest outfit you could find lying about on your floor. You scrambled to look around in a still sleepy haze to find your keys for your beat down car in the driveway- but after looking through piles of clothes, magazines, and your messy sheets on your bed, you merely groaned in defeat, said ‘fuck it’ to yourself, and bolted out of your house with nothing else. And ran.

Your mind runs a million miles an hour, adrenaline unable to slow at this point no matter how much you try to calm yourself into a jog, you’re running as if you’re being chased or something. The horrible ideas and thoughts going through your head of what could possibly be happening to your friends in that moment is enough to make you desperately urge yourself to just run faster.

All you could think about was what Michael had told you last night- what he called for, and then abruptly hung up. It scared you- whether you were afraid of him, or what was going on. Both was probably a good answer. Sure you’ve only known the guy for a week, but that doesn’t change the fact he sounded almost like he murdered someone with that awful tremble in his voice… Dear God, you hoped he didn’t kill anybody and needed back up or something.

꧁༺ ༻꧂

The sudden ringing of your home phone made you reflexively jump, eyes once glued to your television screen, watching intently as the Final girl in some cheesy horror movie you watched was reaching toward the door oh so obviously awaiting some cheap scare of a dead body- yet you knew it would make you jump six feet in the air- the moment immediately ripped away by a real life surprise, big, wide eyes, narrowing just a twinge in annoyance at the bright red cord-phone as you quickly pause the box TV that cut off the shrill shriek leaving the main character of the movie.

You unravel yourself from the knitted blanket you swaddled yourself in for comfort, standing to your full height and hurrying to the phone sitting on the counter.

It’s ringing continued through the silence of your house for a second, and the rapid breeze outside with your trees tapping anxiously at the glass windows. But after a painstakingly long pause with you just staring at the phone, pondering if you really want to answer whoever the hell is calling at this hour of the night. Maybe you could play a game of Russian roulette: Either some drunk chick thinking she’s calling some friends for a ride, or those surfer nazi’s going to ask you what color your panties are. Well, the ringing was making your mind numb, and you just wanted to get your movie over with, so with a heavy sigh, and dry lick of your lips, you pick up the phone from its receiver, and raise the brightly colored plastic it to your ear.

“This is the residents of—”

You’re immediately met with heavy panting as someone shakily clears their throat- then you hear Michaels voice say your name almost hushed- before he repeats it louder.

“Michael?” You respond back, immediate urgency taking over as your relaxed figure leaning against the kitchen counter pulls away to fully stand, brows knitting together and body ready, almost prepared to jump into action as soon as the guy gave you orders to do so.

You can hear the sound of Michael shakily heaving out a sigh of relief, the small noise of disturbance you assumed was his grip tightening against around the throat of the phone, the plastic squeaking just a bit under his iron grip. “Listen to me, and listen closely, okay?” He says after a second.

“Hold on a second, what the hell is going on?” You asks, concern laced into your voice, looking down at the ground and around the room with a hand on your hip, weight shifting back and forth from your feat anxiously. “Are you okay? You sound as if you just watched someone get murdered.” You reply like humor, but your voice is dry of anything a lick like joking.

You hear a small pregnant pause before Michael clears his throat again- the shifting of clothing implying he went to wipe away sweat from his forehead or something. You don’t like the quiet, it makes your stomach churn just a bit. “Michael,” you repeat a bit quietly, a waver in your voice showing his silence isn’t putting you at ease. “What’s wrong with you?” Your other hand comes up to rest against the bottom of the phone, holding it gently as you press the rest of the speaker up close to your ear, hearing anything he’s saying in his hushed voice.

You hear him swallow thickly, hearing the small breeze outside along the receiver- much louder than you’d assume… Did he have a window open or something?

You then quickly pull the phone away from your ear as you hear a shuffle and then Michael’s younger brother chime in, his voice going from faint to loud, indicating he was trying to grab the phone from his older brother.

“Come on, Michael! Give me the phone!” You can make out as Sam in return, gets a grunt in response. “I know the guys to call for this, leave another one of your girlfriends out of it!” He states- which probably causes both you and Michael to do a double take- you pulling the phone to look at it bewildered, and Michael doing the same, but looking directly at his brother, who is still trying to grab the phone.

“Listen, Michael, if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m going to hang up.” You scold firmly, starting to get a little irked that you’ve been on this phone for about three minutes now, and still have no clue what’s going on. Your hand back onto your hip, and foot tapping anxiously on the hard floor.

“No!” The sudden urgency and almost demand in Michaels voice makes your irritation falter just a bit- if he were in front of you, he could probably see the annoyance wipe clean from your face and replaced with worry. Worry for your friend. But your silence probably did it for him- he knew you hadn’t hung up just yet.

“Somethings going on… Somethings happening to me.” Michaels voice shakes, it cracks and trembles like he’s on the verge of losing it- and that scares you.

“It’s them. It’s because of them… It’s their fault.” The tremble begins to fade into a rasp, a growl, an unadulterated rage. It isn’t aimed toward you, but the dark aura emitting itself from your landline has you biting at your bottom lip unsurely. Who’s at fault? What has him so completely worked up that he sounds both completely horrified, but wanting to rip the throat out of something or someone?

You don’t get to ask before Michael says your name again, getting your attention once more as you pull your gaze away from where it simply stared off at your closed window. “David… David and all his little friends- you know them better than me. You know what they do? What they’ve done, right?” He almost asks as if he’s accusing you of something, a hatred in his words like he’s spitting out venom rolling off his tongue.

“Michael I knew them for only two weeks before I met you I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reply, defending yourself, but you sound meek and quiet after his voice snapped at you. “Should I come over and check on you? Do I need to be worried?”

At that you’re immediately cut off by a quick and firm. “No.” From Michael- and you think Sam said it with more panic. “Don’t leave your house- oh God, especially you. Lock everything and don’t let anyone in. Do you understand?” Michael still has that firm demand in his voice, but there’s also some kind of malice in his words that makes you more frightened than earlier- more than when you were watching that horror movie (which has found away to be the last of your problems now, completely forgotten in the back of your brain.)

“M-Michael—”

“Don’t even invite anyone over, got that? Lock yourself in your room, all the windows, everything.” He instantly repeats himself, his words quick and starting to show panic like he sounded earlier. “You gotta promise me, Please…” Michael’s voice wavers.

“Michael, you’re scaring me…” You respond after a second, your voice hushed, as if you were catching on that you needed to be silent- like you were being watched… And with Michaels orders you think you should be. Did someone want to hurt him? Hurt you? Should you call the police?

“Please. I’m begging you.” He replies the second he hears hesitation in your voice. “Look…” He stops, his voice getting faint as he pulls away from the phone for a second to look around, and you hear him mutter a string of curses. “I-I can’t explain everything exactly right now- but tomorrow. Come to my gramps house first thing tomorrow, okay?”

You blink stupidly for a moment, making a noise of confusion and a few stutters, pulling the phone away from your ears a few times to look at it- as if you could see any reaction of Michael through the red landline phone. “W… huh? Michael, please just—”

“You gotta promise me.” Michael says his voice a little louder so he can cut you and Sam off (who was still pleading to be given a turn on the line.) “You have to promise… Please.”

You nibble at the inside of your cheek for a second. You finally realized you’d been holding your breath the whole time this was going on, taking a sharp inhale as you slowly closed your eyes. You pull the phone away from your ear for a final time, slow enough so you hoped he didn’t pick up any sound as your other hand comes up to run along your hair and over your scalp, painted nails lightly running over your skin.

You don’t know what this guy has over you that has you wrapped around his finger. Maybe it’s desperation, or the fact he sounds truly intent on keeping you safe from whatever the hell he has yet to tell you, but you can’t say no.

The hand still lingering atop your head is quickly thrown up in exasperation as you heave out a quick sigh, head lolling to the side as you bring the phone back to your ear. “Okay… Okay, fine- sure. First thing tomorrow, I’m coming to your house.” You agree, and you can almost sense the weight being lifted off of Michael’s shoulders, leaving as a small breath of relief.

“And I better have an explanation by then.” You add, pointing your finger accusingly at the phone with a small narrowing of your eyes.

“You have my word.” Michael agrees firmly, his voice already sounds less tense, but there’s still an edge in it. Something malicious, something like spite, or hatred. You heard him using that tone when he was mentioning a certain person… That reminded you… “Remember. Lock your doors, don’t invite anyone in.”

Michael’s voice cut your thoughts, and you realized he’s about to end the conversation, so as a desperate attempt to get more explanation from him, you quickly bring the phone close to your mouth. “Wait, Michael, what does David have to do with all this-?”

Click.

“Michael?” You repeat… Nothing. “Mike?” Again, radio silence as the low, ringing tone indicating the person on the other line has hung up. You pull away to look at the phone, your annoyance turning into anger as you stomp your foot a bit with a low huff. “Great.” You snap, slamming the phone back onto the receiver so harshly you hear the machinery inside that causes the ringing, chime slightly from the rough impact onto it.

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The heavy sound of a hammer against wood is so loud, you hear it over the crashing waves of the ocean from afar, seagulls flying above and in the warm breeze. The summer house in the distance was barely even visible behind all the taxidermy, junk- and stakes swarming around the house, a gate shielding it all to add to the cherry on top.

It looked grungy, to put it in frankly. Like the house you’d avoid during trick or treat due to some crazy old guy going on about mysterious things happening in Santa Carla.

Which… Wasn’t too far from what was actually the case.

You’re finally able to slow your run into a job as you make your way down the slight slant road, the dust and sand kicking up beneath your feet while you trekked over large rocks and such in your way- the blockage allowing you to finally break from a sprint and actually catch your breath.

You heave heavily, wiping some sweat away from your lip, swallowing the dry away at the back of your throat. The hammering was louder as you made your way toward the open chain fence, a faint sound of chimes ringing out in the wind, as well as the squeaking of small windmills and outside decoration meant to spin in the wind.

The house was crammed and completely all over the place- and the unsettling taxidermy didn’t help with that creepy hoarded feeling… But it was also kind of homey, rustic.

You turn to see Michael and Sam’s grandfather- Mister Emerson, being the culprit in the loud sound of hammering- seeing him planting a large, stake into the ground, the sharpened wood standing high and proud among the many others he had circling around his house.

“Killer defenses…” You mutter to yourself, both sarcasm and a little bit of genuine impress. I mean, it probably kept the robbers and weirdo’s away- even if that wasn’t his intention. Mister Emerson was always a funny man- having visited him a few times just to check on the poor elderly who kept to himself and didn’t even a step off his property- you assumed probably half the town didn’t even know he existed, and the ones who did liked to talk about the guy as if he was some cryptid being.

You hear your name chanted after a moment, bringing your attention back over to the older man, standing against his wooden pillar, holding it upright as he tries to get it at the right position before he buried it firmly into place. He gives a large wave in your direction with a welcome smile- you just had to return it.

And with that, it was like some silent agreement that you didn’t have to feel unwelcome entering his land without warning, and you hurry off to the house… But you pause when you see two bikes along the front of the house- just to the side of the porch steps.

You slow to a halt as you look them over, the small smile on your face slowly fading and brows furrowing together. The bikes were familiar, you could have sworn you saw them parked in front of, or behind the alleyway of the video/comic bookstore you’d grown to visit often for a new magazine or comic to read. Their neatly parked or leaning against the walls completely abandoned as they are thrown hastily onto the ground.

“Wait a second…” You squint your eyes suspiciously at the two bikes, feeling the gears begin to turn and click in your head as it dawns on you who exactly is in the house right now. Your body tenses and annoyance is immediately rising in the bottom of your stomach, clicking your tongue in realization as you quickly hike up the steps of the house and immediately go to the door. “Not these two…” You grumble, before you quickly grab the doorknob and walk in without warning.

“Who?” You hear Sam ask confusedly somewhere inside the house- the noise of heavy books trudging through the house causes you to look over to see three figures disappearing off into a living space.

“Prince of Darkness.” A voice obviously being imitated from it’s actual nerdy teenage boy tone- a voice you heard so many times that made you almost reflexively roll your eyes the second you heard it.

“Night crawler, the blood sucker.” Another voice chimes in- naming off the weirdest nicknames you’ve heard to associate with anyone- who exactly where they talking about. “El vampiro.” The Ranbo wannabe adds to the slander with his brother, standing at his side as Sam lead them farther into the house.

You stand behind all three of them, slowly putting your hands on your hips as an unamused purse of your lips tugs into a tight frown. You wait a second before you decide to finally speak. “Well, well, well, the Frog Brothers. Should’ve known you two would get wrapped up in something like this.” You state loud enough to get their attention.

And apparently that you do, as they all instantly spin on their heels to look at you- Sam almost scared at the sudden voice of someone he didn’t remember inviting in- but the Frog brothers look almost alert- suddenly holding weapons (which was simply some lazily carved up stakes and a plastic water bottle of holy water- not even open and ready.)

You just look between them as your un-amusement turns into annoyance as you motion to their gear confusedly. “What are you two even doing? Get that shit out of my face!” You demand with a scoff and eyeroll as you push their weaponized hands away from you- acting and sounding more like an irritated big sister trying to get her baby brothers out of her room.

“Guys,” Sam speaks, only getting a few side glances from the brothers as if they don’t dare take their eyes off of you. “She’s safe.” Sam says, giving you an embarrassed, but apologetic look, a quickly lopsided smile before it fades as he looks off to the side.

“You sure?” Edgar asks while slowly pulling his stake away from you- back into the backpack he had full of them. Alan nods in agreement. “Yeah, she’s close to the nest of em, right? Bet she’s some kind of faithful Juicebox they haven’t turned yet. Keep her around to feed off of. Keep their secrets.”

“Maybe she’s just waiting to pounce when we’re most vulnerable, that’s how they work.”

You throw your hands up with a shake of your head, giving them a look that screamed ‘Are you kidding me?’ “What are you dumb-asses going on about?” You exclaim with a groan, throwing your hands back on your hips and flip some of your hair back from your face. “Where’s Michael anyway? that’s why I’m here in the first place.” You push past the group of idiots as you look around, eyes landing on the steps leading to the few rooms upstairs.

The brothers seem to exchange a look with one another, then look back at Sam as if to ask if he called her here- to which he gives a confused shrug and shake of his head. That’s all they needed to know that if Sam didn’t invite you, Michael did- and that could only mean one thing.

“Prey.” They agree in sync, then give a firm nod to each other before looking back at you and watching you disappear up the steps to search for Michael. Sam looking at each of them completely bewildered.

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“Michael?” You peek down the hallway, looking at all the doors but one caught your eye- leading into what you assumed was Michael’s room, as it was the only door open minus the bathroom. You carefully creep down the hall, running your hand along the flowery wallpaper that smells of dust and cigarette smoke. Your shoes creak against the floorboards, almost ominously through the quiet- reminding you of that horror movie you had yet to finish from last night, except it was like you were the villain creeping through the house of their victim, like some game of hide and seek.

“Michael, it’s me.” You keep your voice quiet as you peek into his room, giving the doorframe a small knock with the back of your knuckles, scanning the room for any sign of the curly-haired individual that you had grown to know and care about- but you saw nothing. It almost looked abandoned, clothes scattered across the floor, as well as magazines and action figurines. You also saw the completely wide-open window- shutters thrown back along the sides of the scratched and scuffed walls. The curtains were lazily thrown over it- but did little to nothing to shield the few gleams of sunlight peeking through.

“Jesus, dude,” You mutter to yourself, turning to walk inside the bedroom backwards as you look up at some posters taped to his wall above his closet and over the door, stepping over some thrown about pillow that somehow made it’s way across the room. “Did a tornado come through your room with how open your window is or something?” You seem to joke, avoiding another pile of clutter as if you were playing with the floor is lava, taking a few swift steps that caused you to do a little spin, so you were facing away from the door, looking out to the rest of the room.

“Are you still in bed or something?” You ask with a small smile on your lips, walking over to the bed and looking at some sheets that you assumed could be a body beneath them. “You hypocrite! What happened to me coming over first thing today, hm?” You speak, a playful tint in your voice as you grab at the sheets, waiting a second to feel and struggle or squirming underneath your hand- indicating he’s still sleeping underneath them. “You still owe me an…” You pause as you immediately rip off the sheets- expecting Michael underneath them as you had a dorky grin on your face, but it falters.

No one is there, only another pile of pillows and sheets beneath. No sign of Michael. “… Explanation.” You finish quietly, dropping the sheet back onto the bed as you’re now rather confused. You awkwardly fold your arms as you do another double take of the space in front of you… No indication of Michael being in there- so then where is he?

You seem to get your answer as the door harshly slams behind you- making you let out a sharp gasp, spinning so quickly on your feet it almost made you dizzy. You see Michael, arm splayed out against the door, keeping it shut… He was hiding behind the door the whole time.

You let out a shaky breath of relief with a small eyeroll, your lips turning upright with a small grin. “Michael, you scared me, how long have you been back there?” You say with a light giggle, putting a hand to your chest to calm your pounding heart. He doesn’t laugh.

You can’t really read the expression on his face, eyes narrowed at you like he’s reading you carefully- picking out whether you’re a threat or not, looking you up and down before looking back up at you directly in the eyes. His lips form a tight frown, but you can see his jaw and neck tense ever so slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with a gulp.

You shift back and forth on your feet awkwardly, folding your arms tightly over your chest a bit uncomfortably, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. You never realized how piercing his stare was until you were the one actually at the hand of it. It felt predatory. You didn’t like it.

“Uh… Michael?” You repeat his name after a long draw of silence, taking a step toward him. You immediately regretted that decision as Michael instantly pushes himself away from the now shut tight door, standing fully to his taller height compared to you, already making you feel like shrinking into yourself. He still has yet to say a word, but you have a feeling something isn’t right- and he either thinks you’re the solution, or the problem. Either way, he’s pissed.

You divert your gaze from him for a second, just to take a step away from him as he takes a threatening step forward. You feel your body go on high guard, one hand coming up in front of you as if to protect yourself if he decides to pounce or something. He seems to notice as his head tilts ever so slightly, eyes squinting suspiciously for a moment.

It’s like some kind of dance, when you take a step back, Michael takes a step forward, painfully slow, and almost like he means to freak you out. You can only get so far anyway, it’s a small room, you’ll eventually…

Be backed into a corner. Your heart almost stops as you feel the end of his bed hit the back of your upper thighs- leaving you no place to step back, or away- trapping you. You don’t feel safe all of a sudden, swallowing the nervous lump forming in your throat, and your mouth feels dry. Your heart that barely got a second to calm down from his first scare picking up again, pounding so hard in your chest you were nervous it was visible.

You look back as if you were damn near considering jumping out of the window- and by the time you look back at Michael, he’s standing directly in front of you. You don’t look at him, only staring along his tense collarbone- visibly labored breaths leaving him as his chest slowly rises and falls. In some way, you can’t help but feel like he’s in pain in some way. Emotionally, or physically, you still don’t know.

You can’t believe what you’re about to do, but hesitantly, you bring your hand up on front of you, slowly holding it so your palm is out and facing Michael, splaying your hands out slightly. Michael’s eyes leave your face for a moment, looking down at your hand expectantly, not making a change to move, but also looking like he might rip your whole arm off if you move it any closer to him.

“Michael.” It felt like you’ve said his name at least a million times at this point, but the way you said it this time seemed softer, more soothing, like the first voice that wasn’t taunting him, or alluring him. All it was, was scared, was concern. He knew you weren’t the only one worried about him, hell his poor mother was probably somewhere right now, the only thing on her mind is her troublesome sons, and Sam definitely was a wreck about him right now… But you. It was different, cause while you didn’t know what was going on, you were still here. You were afraid, but your there, right in front of him.

“Why am I here?” Your voice breaths softly, finally placing your hand against his chest. It’s strange, his chest slowly rises and falls against your hand, yet his heartbeat, it’s so faint you can barely feel it- is it beating at all?

You thank anything holy above that he doesn’t remove your hand away in any kind of physical violence, allowing you to keep it there as he seems to lean ever so slightly against your touch, his eyes slowly closing as he seems to be collecting himself. He still has yet to explain or even speak to you, staying silent for just a moment longer, relishing in your touch.

You hear the sound of his leather jacket shifting as he reaches his arm up, his much larger hand coming to yours and his fingers slowly wrapping around your wrist, nothing tight or firm, nothing to make you threatened, his grip stays soft and loose, his thumb idly stroking along the smooth skin where one would check your pulse.

He steps away from your hand, still holding your wrist, but he turns his back to you, and hurries off to another side of the room- you with him as he urges you to follow. You do of course, a bit confused, but at this point, you might as well get used to the feeling. He then brings you over to a mirror, standing off to the side, but he pushes you directly in front of it, doing a little bit of an awkward nudge to make sure your directly in the middle, before drawing his hands back and awkwardly shoving them into his jean pockets.

You look at your reflection in the mirror, and slowly back at Michael, the look on your face telling him everything of how you thought was going on right now. “Mike, what am I doing?” You ask, looking back at your (still recovering) startled expression.

“Just… Wait, okay?” He responds, you can tell he knows exactly how dumb this seems, hearing his hurried steps as he steps away from you and possibly behind you. “Let me know when you can see me walking up behind you.” He orders, to which he sees the back of your head give a small nod.

You wanted to protest, opening your mouth a bit to speak, but you slowly close it and click your tongue a little, looking back at the mirror, and assuming you’d see Michael instantly walking behind you, but you didn’t. Your head, which was lolled to the side a bit, slowly straightens with your craned neck, looking up and squinting confusedly, fighting the urge to look back as you still await Michael to jump into view of the mirror, but nothing.

“What the…”

You hear a slow step behind you- indicating Michael was, in fact, still behind you- and hadn’t moved at all to play some dumb joke on you. Your eyes narrow suspiciously at the mirror, bringing your face close to the reflection as you await some kind of way to see Michael. Another step. You can’t even squint any farther or else your sight will completely be gone behind your screwed shut eyelids.

“Michael, I don’t see anything.” You state quietly, your posture coming back to fully straighten up, eyes going wide as fear begins to settle in. You don’t know what’s going on, but you know it isn’t normal, it isn’t natural, and it’s Michael, standing right behind you. “I don’t see you.”

“I know.”

Michaels voice comes from directly behind you, his hot breath against the back of your neck, causing a chill to slowly creep up the back of your head to your scalp, giving off that feeling as if all the hair on your head is standing up. Your breathing instantly cuts off, getting caught in the back of your throat. Your face gets hot, whether it be fear of sorts, some kind of impulse reaction to having this guy breath down your neck.

“Do you know what I am now?” He says, bringing his face to the side of yours, so close you can feel his dark curls tickle the side of your soft cheek, still fighting back look directly at him- cause a move like that would probably bring you much closer to his face than you’d like to. “What I’ve turned into?” His voice is low and raspy, like he hadn’t had a drink in weeks, as if nothing could sooth his aching throat. “The monster they made me…”

“Monster?” You repeat, your voice meek and almost an octave higher- you could have sworn any other move from him you might squeak like some mouse and fall flat on your back. Michael must have caught onto how uncomfortable you were getting as he stands to his height again, lifting his face from the crook of your neck and stepping to your side.

It finally gives you a chance to turn your head to look at him, brows creasing together in a look of concern, colorful eyes still full of concern and eyes wide with unsurely. “I don’t believe in monsters, Michael.” You say, but it almost sounds like there’s denial in your voice, slowly shaking your head as you look back in the mirror, Ironic, your words do not make sense with what’s just been revealed to you.

“Well you should.” Michael responds dryly, a distaste in his tone, like he’s biting back his tongue in saying anything else. He gives you a heavy side eye, glancing at your figure one final time before speaking again. “You’re looking at one. You’ve seen them. You know them.”

“Them?” You look at him fully this time, turning your whole body to face him. “As in- there’s more like this- like—” You look back at the mirror, raising your arm to motion at it. “Like you?” You explain.

“Like vampires. Like David.” He response. The name makes you go silent immediately, and it all dawns on you. Last night… The panic, the hatred toward that name… It was all starting to fall into place.

“And Marko, Paul, Dwayne,” as he says the names you had grown to know as familiar, he takes steps toward you, counting them off on his fingers. “But Laddie, and…” He then stops suddenly, looking down at his hand for a second, You saw so many emotions running through his head for a second, slowly clenching his hand into a fist and harshly falling to his side. “And Star. All of them- all of us… Creatures of the night, or whatever.” He states, running a hand through his hair. “They want us to become like them, they want us to be vampires.”

It’s so much. It’s way too much information being placed on your shoulders. It’s so much he’s telling you just now, so suddenly and so quick that by the time you got your head wrapped around the thought of literal vampires being real, you’re told that the people that had grown close to you as friends were the cause of all this- this turmoil, this bloodshed.

Michael seems to notice the realization sinking in as he pauses for a second, watching you carefully. You look at the ground, a hand slowly coming up to the side of your head as if you’re trying to fight off some memories flooding into your brain.

“I… I don’t understand…” You breath out, bringing your hand back down and looking at it. It’s shaking.

The missing posters. All those people… Innocent or not, slaughtered in the most horrific way possible. All those times you rode on the back of their bikes, arms around their waist, snug and tight against their backs. All the late-night adventures on the boardwalk, taking your hand into their leather-clad ones so they could drag you around to some of their favorite spots. Playing pranks or jokes and overall causing mischief wherever they went, no matter your protests, you were met with snickers and ‘I don’t keep promises, babe.’

Or how one of them seemed to always have an arm around your shoulder or around your waist, a hand on the back of your neck or on your knee, a head resting snugly in the crook of your neck, whispering softly against your ear some witty comment about some people walking by, just said to hear you giggle or see that smile of yours.

Those nights were nothing now. Those nights didn’t matter anymore. They had no purpose, no meaning, not when you realized what they were for. Not when you now realized it was an elaborate trap to catch prey.

It was real- they were real. Those stupid scary stories, all those warnings about not staying out too late, it all really meant something. You were supposed to avoid the monsters, but you ended up spending all your free time running around with each and every one of them.

You bring your gaze back to your hand. The shaking had yet to cease as you bring it back to your chest, beginning to play with the chain around your neck, the small charm hanging from it running along the tip of your fingertips.

“I thought they were my friends… I thought they were just misunderstood by everyone.”

Your words seem to earn you a sympathetic glance from Michael, but his gaze falls to the ground, a silent agreement in the fact that you both had been betrayed these past few weeks. You wanted to cry, you wanted to get angry and throw everything about, you wanted to completely freak out and fall to the floor with both relief and fear that you were walking about to carelessly and free with a couple of bloodsuckers… But all you could do was just… Stare off into space, let your brain process as much as if could, no matter how much it seemed to hurt, no matter how hard that ache in your chest began thrum louder and louder.

Yet one thought seems to still stand, one question that seemed like the least of your problems right now, but you don’t think your mind will ever be put to rest if you don’t ask. “Why me?”

Your sudden question causes Michael to look back up at you, mouth opening slightly and brows furrowing as if to ask what you meant. “Why did you choose me to be here? Why do you think I can help?” You repeat yourself with a bit more urgency, turning to fully face him once more as you had turned away from him earlier as your mind clouded with panic. “Why am I here, why me? Michael?” As you speak, you point a finger directly into your chest, your voice growing in volume a little, but not in any way out of anger, you were scared. He knew that.

But he also knew he couldn’t give you a clear answer, give you the reassurance you were looking for. He runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, looking back at mirror- unable to even see himself in it… It’s getting worse, it’s getting harder to resist, it was only a matter of time before he became a killer.

“Because you’re different.” He says finally, looking back at you. “There’s… There’s something about you that’s different from anyone else here in this God-forsaken town.” As he speaks, he walks toward you once again, but it isn’t threatening and slow, it doesn’t make you want to turn away or step back, you just look up at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Why they haven’t tried to turn you yet is beyond me, but that’s just it… Why?” As he speaks, his voice grows into a low whisper, like his words were meant for you and only you to hear. He brings his hands up to cup your face gently, comfortingly, the warmth from his hands feels like the only thing that lets him know there’s still a little humanity in him, that there’s still some hope for him in all of this. “You’re special to them in some way… And as much as I know you don’t want to hear it…” He stops suddenly, looking deep into your eyes, watching some sort of grief and dread filling in the white of your eyes as you wait for him to finish his sentence.

You close your mouth into a tight frown, swallowing the ache that had slowly made its way to the back of your throat. His gaze softens just a little, his thumb stroking over your cheek gently. “You’re not special to them in a good kind of way.”

It hurt. It was like a stake straight through the heart- probably hurt worse than if Edgar had decided to shank you earlier- you’d rather have that right now than hear what Michael was telling you. But the truth hurts. You had to get used to that eventually.

You don’t respond, you merely avert your gaze from Michaels as your hand comes up to rest against his which is still holding your face. Turning your head just ever so slightly to hide away the bottom half of your face behind his palm, slowly closing your eyes as that bitter sting seems to blur your vision.

You hear Michael say your name, softly and quietly, only getting a small whimper in response, but he merely brings your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while pulling your face gently away from his palm so he can fully see you, and you can fully see him. “You have to help me; you have to help us. Star and Laddie. You’re the only one of us knows them and hasn’t been turned yet.”

This so-called task you’ve been given- this chance of fate, you really didn’t want. You wished they’d never found you that night at the boardwalk, you wished you’d never met Michael, you wished you’d never met David, or Paul, Marko, Dwayne, you wished you could have just turned and ran away the second you made eye contact with the bleach-blonde (and then nervously averted your eyes from) who then decided you were worth their time. You just wanted to run away- like a little girl from home.

“Please.” Michael’s voice pleaded softly, slowly opening your eyes to face him now, and immediately getting lost in his eyes for a millionth time. You should’ve just kept your eyes closed.

He needs help. He doesn’t want to hurt you, or people he cares about. He doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt, to go missing, to die. And there’s only one way to do that… And it’s tearing you apart on the inside.

His face is so close at this point, when he spoke you could feel his warm breath on your lips, his nose brushing against yours ever so slightly. You bite at the already irritated skin on your lips just a bit, the hesitance for any real answer evident with the look of desperation you’re giving him. If you say no, you know you’re lying to yourself when you say you don’t want to help… But if you say yes…

“Michael, I—”

CRASH!

The sudden ruckus of Michael’s door falling open causes both of you to instantly jolt, pulling away from one another but Michael’s hand stays placing onto your shoulder, as if he’s standing in front of you protectively, both of you instantly looking over to the door on high alert- I mean, after the news you’ve just been given, you’re ready to throw hands if you have to.

But that fear is instantly replaced with annoyance the second you hear the groans and complaints of three young teens, and your eyes slowly fall to the floor.

“I told you not to lean on the door, Alan.” Sam grunts as he tries to push the two brothers off of, pushing away some of their cheap weapons that had fallen from their backpacks. Alan instantly shoots an offended glare at Sam as he gets up, shoving the weapons harshly back into his backpack. “It wasn’t me; Edgar was the leaning on the damn thing in the first place.” He accuses. Edgar was about to speak up before Michael decided to interject, standing above them with you still at his side.

“Maybe you three shouldn’t be sneaking around eavesdropping in the first place.” He replies, obviously irked at this point as he grabs his brother by the back of his shirt, lifting him up and placing him harshly back to his feet as Sam quickly smacks his brothers hands away with a bit of annoyance.

“We had to make sure you didn’t eat her.” Edgar interjects to plainly it causes you to cock your head back almost offended. He doesn’t even say anything but that as he pushes through you and Michael, his brother and Sam following in even as Michael stutters out a protest. They decide to make themselves at home in the room, tossing their backpacks onto the bed and pushing stuff off a desk with a simple slide of their arm over the countertop- all the stuff on it falling to the ground with a clatter.

“Yeah, we need her alive for the plan.” Alan agrees, unzipping his backpack and passing things over to his brother, who then places them on the cleared off space of the desk.

“Excuse me?” You speak up finally, walking over to the desk and looking over what on earth they were pulling out of their seemingly endless backpacks- picking up what looked like rope and a flask of holy water, examining them with a small sneer on your lips. “Why exactly are you two even considering that you’ll be apart of all this? You’re just kids.” You say, setting the stuff back down.

“We happen to expert vampire hunters.” Alan snaps, nudging your side harshly as he pushes you away to set a arm full of stakes down onto the desk. “We probably know what we’re doing more than you do.”

You mouth goes slack as you look at this kid probably a few years younger than you talk to you as if you’re the one living in some kind of imaginative world. These kids get on your nerves as much as some annoying cousin or sibling.

“Oh, you little—” You’re cut off as Michael puts a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. As embarrassing as it was, he was grasping at straws for help at this point, and hey, his brother trusted these guys, it’s all the support they got. He gives you a hesitant glance- like he was asking you to just be nice for a little bit longer till they can figure things out. You oblige, even if you give a small pout toward Alan’s direction. “What exactly do you guys have planned?” Michael asks, looking over all the stuff that had replaced his own personal belongings now on the floor.

“It’s simple, really.” Edgar speaks up, shuffling around with something in his backpack, looking for a specific object he decided wasn’t deemed enough to merely toss into the pile of junk on the desk. “We need to get the bloodsuckers out in the open, have to make em put their defenses down, keep them vulnerable so we can get rid of ‘em, once and for all.”

That caused your little glare to falter to the floor, rubbing a hand up and down your arm awkwardly. Michael looks between the two brothers for a second as there’s silence for a second, the only sound is Edgar still rummaging through his backpack. “… Alright then, are you going to explain any further?” Michael asks- fighting an eyeroll.

Edgar quickly pulls something out of his backpack- the thing he was looking for the whole time and steps to the desk that you’ve all circled around placing the thin, brightly colored in reds, blues, and yellows pieces of paper stapled together in a comic, flopping down directly in the center of all the junk for you all to slowly peer forward to look down at it.

You see the cover of the comic- eyes immediately drawn to the large title card that read ‘DRACULA’ in bold caps, words draw to look like oozing blood as they crimson letters stood out from the rest of the page. Just below the title was a picture drawn of- well- a vampire, dressed in Victorian era clothing, like those movies from back in the fifties you’d sit down to watch with your mom, and overall probably some sort of stereotype now that you know what real vampires look like (Maybe they did dress like this back then? Now that you think about it, how old exactly were the guys? Did they ever dress like this?) While you had many questions now, looking at the picture of the monster with its sharp fangs bared and a few dribbles of blood dripping from it’s canines, you also couldn’t help but notice him carrying a ‘damsel’ in his arms bridal style, the woman elegantly fainted in his arms bridal style as the scantily cladded dress she wore blew in the wind, along with her volumes blonde hair. She had two bite marks in her neck, blood dripping from the open wound. As cheesy as the comic cover was, staring at it long enough gave you some weird chill.

“We’re getting our advice from… A comic book?” Michael asks after the way too awkward silence hung in the air far too long, slowly picking it up and holding it out in front of him, skimming through the pages, raising a brow as he lifts his gaze to look at his brother. Sam not replying and merely rubbing the back of his neck whilst looking over to the Frog Brothers for an answer (If you’re being honest, Sam looks just as puzzled right now.) Is enough for Michael to toss the comic back down and bring his hands up to his head, stepping away with a dry scoff. “Great. We’re screwed.”

“To get the vampires vulnerable, or at least occupied, we gotta get them out in the open, preferably the beach, just when everyone has turned in and they go out for hunting, like people making out in cars or whatever.” Edgar begins to explain finally, resting his hands against the desk and leaning over, causing Sam and Alan to follow. “So, me and Alan will be hidden out below the docks, Sam and Michael,” as Edgar says their names, he seems to paus for effect, lifting a hand up and pointing at each of them. “We need you guys close by the skee-ball machine that’s out of order- it’s closer to the older run-down games- I bet that’s where they drop victims when they’re done bleeding them dry.” Edgar adds almost matter-of-factly, Alan nodding in agreement.

Sam and Michael both nod at the order, knowing as ridiculous as some of this might be- it’s orders they have to take. Like said earlier, grasping at straws here.

“How exactly are we gonna get them surrounded?” Sam speaks up, picking up a wooden stake and lifts it up to Michael, poking him in the chest lightly with it- causing Michael to roll his eyes at his brother and snatch the stake out of his hand, shooting his sibling a pointed glare whilst Sam just gives him a small shrug.

“Yeah, you don’t know what these guys are capable of… I’ve seen things.” Michael explains, his voice growing grim as he gives you a glance. For some reason, you think back to last night when he did. There’s that chill again. “No offense, but how are three dorks and a half-vampire going to go about doing this shit?” Michael adds, clearing his throat as he motions down back at the comic and all the so-called vampire weapons.

“Easy.” Alan scoffs, a small shake of his head as if the question had a basic answer. He then brings his hand down harshly onto the comic, smacking his hand against it. The sudden action and noise makes both you, Michael, and Sam flinch a little. Alan then taps his pointer finger rapidly against the picture of the comic- specifically on the face of the woman in the vampires arms. “We need a sacrifice.”

You have to do a complete double take at that comment, blink stupidly for a second as you look up at Alan, then back at the comic book he still has his hand against. You tilt your head from side to side as if you need to see the full picture to get a realization of what exactly he means.

“What exactly do you plan to use as a sacrifice? A lamb?” You respond sarcastically, chuckling nervously to yourself with a small head shake as you look down at the comic… No one laughed, not even Michael made any noise. The small smile on your face falls, awaiting one of the brothers to continue with the plan, or even Sam to make some comment, but nothing.

You know you can’t keep your head down forever, and slowly begin to raise your head to look at all of them. You weren’t expecting them to all begin craning their necks slowly, gazes all peering down at you. Staring at you with waiting and intent eyes. Waiting for you to understand, to let you know what exactly they were explaining.

Oh?

Oh.

You’re eyes start to slowly widen as you step away from the desk, head whipping around rapidly to look at each of them, jaw quite literally dropping. “No…”

“Look—”

“No, no, no…”

“Just take a second to listen-!”

“Absolutely not!”

“I told you she wasn’t gonna agree—"

“No! No!” You interject to all their protests, Michael trying to get your attention back as he sighs out your name tiredly, rubbing his forehead. You stumble back, pointing at all of them accusingly as you shake your head rapidly. “No don’t even think about it! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!” You exclaim, looking at them like they were running around without heads or something.

Michael interjects as he comes to your side, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you if you’d let him, to which you try and step away from his hand. “Look, we’re not actually going to leave you to get killed—”

“We can’t be sure, it’s all a matter of chance if they decide to take you back to their cave or feed off of you right then and there.” Edgar interjects bluntly, obviously not reading the room- or he did, and was just stating simple facts. Either way, it causes Michael to bite back the ever-growing irritation as he slowly looks back at Edgar with a narrowed glare, mouthing ‘Seriously?’

Edgar seems to realize maybe he should have kept his know-it-all knowledge to himself, awkwardly clearing his throat behind his hand as he looks back at the gear on the desk. “Er- or… something like that.” He mumbles under his breath.

You shake your head as you rub the sides of your head tiredly, closing your eyes tight as you just close your eyes tightly, trying to tune out the situation for a second to regain yourself. You tense underneath Michaels sudden touch on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze as his other hand comes to hold onto your arm gently. It causes you to look back at him, but you give him a very bothered and upset exchange of looks, knowing full well he wasn’t on your side right now, and you were the only one in this room currently aware of how crazy they all sounded.

“All you have to be is a decoy- bait. No one will hurt you; I promise.” Michael tries to reassure, pulling you closer and bringing the hand that was on your arm up to gently grab your chin, making so you had to look at him as you instantly craned your head away from his, shaking your head rapidly. “All you have to do is distract them long enough till I can save the others. I swear on my life, if anyone tries to hurt you, I’ll be right there.” He comforts, still holding your face in his hand until he can see or hear you oblige.

You look at him with narrowed eyes, clearly more than just miffed of what he was asking of you. You really shouldn’t be doing this, should you? You shouldn’t have let Michael wrap you up in this- maybe you shouldn’t have answered the damn phone last night… Cause you know you could never refuse him. Not with your other friends future lives depending on it as well, their fate slowly being written in stone.

You don’t doubt his words for a second- you know he would do anything to keep you and anyone else he cared about protected. You trusted Michael. You didn’t trust David and his motley crew, however. As much as Michael would try to protect you, keeping that promise is something even he should know he isn’t capable of holding.

You exhale sharply through your nose, pursing your lips into a tight frown as a small grumble leaves your throat. “Don’t make me regret this.” You snap, turning your head harshly to look at the Frog Brothers, the action causing Michael to quickly reel his hand back, giving you space. “If you two get me gutted, I’m haunting you for the rest of your geeky little lives.” You threaten with a pointed finger, with a small curl of your lip.

“Yeah, sure.” Alan and Edgar nod plainly, looking back to the comic and flipping through the pages quickly, trying to find some page they had mentally book marked. “Now that we have the sacrifice- the bait, we need to prepare the ritual.”

“I’m sorry, ritual?”

“Of course.” Edgar grunts. “Vampires aren’t about to make some fake sacrifice if it isn’t believable. We have to get them to think we’re faithful followers of sorts- have to make you look like a bonified, vampiric, offering.” As he speaks, he flips to a page with the woman that was on the cover- the outfit she’s wearing much more visible, finally realizing why the comic was relevant in getting their point by.

You squint suspiciously at the picture, then back up at the two brothers you had grown to just accept the fact anything they did or said would annoy you or get on your nerves. This was on a whole new level, really.

“So… You want me to run around a beach practically naked,” you state, pointing back at the scantily clad outfit the woman was drawn in. “Chanting about being some kind of sacrifice… To a bunch of vampires, who probably are well aware of me and Michael knowing they are vampires, and might be set out on putting a stop to them?” The question is so obviously sarcastic, too specific even Sam knew it was rhetorical, but Alan picks up the comic again and waves it around.

“Look, the book says even a vampire can’t resist the offering of a virgin. Pure blood.” Alan explains, sounding just as annoyed with you as you were with him. Edgar nods, but pauses after a second, he folds his arms tightly over his chest as he glances over at you, looking you up and down and squinting suspiciously. “You are a virgin, right?”

You open your mouth to speak, but you immediately cut yourself off, stuttering to hold back anything that he could hold to that statement. You visibly shrink back in embarrassment, awkwardly folding your arms and matching Edgars stance. Michael looks at you- you’re not looking at him, but you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face… Some part of you thinks he wants to know the answer to that question.

“That’s not relevant.” You say finally turning your nose up at them, your face starting to feel a bit hot.

“Right…” Alan says before things get way too quiet for comfort. “It doesn’t matter, they’ll probably eat anything given to them like it’s on a silver platter- it’d just be more preferred cause—”

“Oh my God, do you understand how creepy you’re sounding right now?!” You state as you cover your ears to try and block the dumbassery you’re currently hearing. "They aren't some savage creatures, they're- people! They understand, they think, they are aware." You interject.

"I know them, that's why you want me in on this, right? Well I can tell you this plan doesn't work in real life- maybe in your dumb comics, but just take a second and look at reality." You scoff, shaking your head.

“What’s wrong with you?” Alan replies, giving you a sneer of disgust about what exactly you thought he was implying with his wording. “You act like you love the fucking monsters. Do you?”

You freeze, eyes snapping open. No matter how much you tried to block out his voice- you heard what he just accused you of loud and clear. You slowly look toward him, opening your mouth to defend yourself, but nothing comes out- the words stuck in the back of your throat, making it hard to breath.

Alan watches your reaction, giving a small huff in return, before continuing- lowering his voice.

“Listen, we got everything to kill a damn vampire here right now, and if you don’t want your boyfriend over there to get turned into some blood-sucking parasite I suggest you do something. So are you in or out?” He snaps at you- so much so you actually seem taken aback, eyebrows slowly raising- not sure if you’re surprised some fourteen-year-old totally snapped at you to a point it left you speechless- or if it was that exact same reason except due to embarrassment.

Michael obviously isn’t a fan of the sudden attitude from this kid that’s aimed at you, taking a step toward him. “Look man, if she decides to back out she shouldn’t feel forced to be here—”

“No, Michael. It’s fine.” You speak up, putting a handout in front of him, probably stopping him from tackling a literal kid. “He’s right.” As you speak, you stare at Alan the whole time, narrowing your eyes at him while slowly leaning against the desk, an unreadable look behind your eyes.

Sam and Edgar exchange a side-eye but decide to keep their mouth shut as these you two look about ready to rip each other’s throats out.

Michael seems pretty confused now, cocking his head back as he looks between the death glare you’re giving Alan. But Alan doesn’t back down, he matches your stance, giving you the same look- as if he thought you were some kind of enemy. Maybe he did think his little theory of you being some kind of walking talking blood bag wasn’t far off.

“I’m in.” You reply coldly. “What do I need to do?”

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Nighttime. You usually liked it when the sun set, and the boardwalk lit up with carnival games and rides. The cheers and joyful shrieks from rollercoasters, the smell of sweets and junk food people would run their money dry on just to get some sugar high and adrenaline to continue into late night activities that were down at the beach, the bands and crowds singing and dancing into the night, the only thing illuminating the beach was the bonfire and moonlight.

It was when school or work didn’t matter, where teens could be teens and get away with it all, and it felt as if the night would never end and go on till you passed out. As much as this town had a bad reputation- and it earned the title rightfully, growing up in it or learning to call it home, you could see the little character it truly had, the small little light in underneath all the grime and filth. You loved this town, you really did, you loved the nights you shared and no matter how many times you’ve walked around the boardwalk- it seemed something new happened to you every time.

Well, this was definitely new.

The once colored in light boardwalk was dark as the town seemed to turn in for the night as soon as clocks chimed midnight, that being it’s three in the morning now, so even if there were any hiding bodies or groups deciding to cause a little mischief later into the night, they were long gone now. The moon hidden behind grey clouds, drowning out the stars as well, leaving the sky looking like nothing but a black pool, matching the dark waves of the ocean crashing against the beachy shore.

The laughter and chatter filling the air was completely silent. The sound of the sea and a cold breeze was all that rang through the air, and even then the deathly silence seemed to overpower the faint noises of waves. The smell of cotton candy and funnel cakes was completely gone, finally letting the true scent of Santa Carla hang in the air- something akin of smoke and rotting bodies… And a little bit of sunscreen.

It looked like a ghost tone. Like it hadn’t been touched in years… Funny how much of a difference it gave off when even Santa Carla said goodnight.

“Michael, I’m scared.” Your eyes dart around the abandoned boardwalk, hiding yourself behind Michael’s arm that you’ve practically clung to, your bare arms wrapped tightly around his for any feeling of safety or warmth from him. You physically freeze or tense at any sound- even if it’s simply the sound of the breeze, it sounds too much like whispers to you.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Michael responds, as if he’s trying to reassure you, but something in his tone sounds distant, like he’s thinking of other things that putting your fear at ease… You’re pretty sure he’s trying to keep himself calm as much as you are. “Just quick and easy…” He repeats under his breath.

You decide maybe it’s time to stay quiet, you wouldn’t want to make things worse or tense anymore. You look to each side of you, seeing Edgar and Sam on one side, and Alan on the other- the Frog brothers still taking their little ‘Vampire hunter’ roles to heart, stoic expressions and weapons held tightly in their hands, watching, and keeping wary eye on anything that moved or made a sudden sound.

Sam- obviously wrapped up in all of this (which you can’t help but feel kind of guilty for somehow) sticks close to his brothers side, holding a large flashlight in his hand, gripping the handle on the top of it so tight, you were sure if he was clinging to his brother like you were- he’d probably rip off his poor arm with that iron grip.

The light was shaky as well- not being able to see much with how his hand trembled- which Michael had complained about at lease five times by now, but he just decided to stay quiet, only speaking when it was to reassure you.

“Alright, let’s set up here.” Edgar comes to a sudden halt, directly in the middle of the beach, causing you all to stop while the brothers began to shake their backpack’s off their shoulders, placing them into the sand and getting down on one knee, pulling out the gear they needed for this whole little scheme of theirs.

“This better work.” Michael says, shrugging your arms off of his lightly as he gets on one knee, looking over whatever these two were grabbing… While steering just a bit clear at anything that could be used against him in some threatening way. You oblige, pulling away and taking a step back, resorting to hugging yourself tightly… It isn’t as comforting.

“Of course it’ll work.” Alan states, not looking up to Michael as he passes some stakes and rope over to his brother, who takes it and carefully places it at his side in the sand. Once he is done checking off their gear mentally, making sure they didn’t leave anything important back at the house, he slowly looks up at Michael. “Do we really look like we don’t know what we’re doing?”

Michael seems to run his tongue over his teeth behind his closed lips, turning his gaze to glance over at Sam, who’s looking at him as well… No comment. He just fights back a heavy sigh, resting his elbow on his knee and bringing his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose.

“I’m getting a bad feeling about this.” You speak up, turning back to look behind you for what felt like the millionth time. But you just couldn’t shake that feeling of eyes on you- and you don’t think it’s simply because the outfit you were wearing was something you never thought you’d ever even think of putting on.

It wasn’t exactly… Casual- or anything you’d wear in this generation… Would anyone from any generation wear this? (That wasn’t in a comic those two dorks had read.) It was pure white- so white probably any sudden move in the wet sand would be the poor things downfall. The smooth, silk fabric fell completely to the ground, dragging in front of you and behind you, it looked like some kind of nightgown… But if you’re being honest, with how the upper half of it had to be cut down and wrapped around the back of your neck to stay on and not fall (a small rope added around your waist to hug it to your figure as well)- even if it left your back and arms bare. Point is, it was probably some curtain or sheet they stole from their house. It also had slits in the legs, which you were glad for so you wouldn’t have to worry about tripping on the long train of fabric below your ankles… What you weren’t a fan of was the way it left your legs and hips exposed. You couldn’t believe how accurate you looked to that comic book now, both genuine surprise, and total humiliation.

You even asked about six times why you had to wear such a thing for this plan to work- and all Edgar said was ‘Well their not gonna believe we’re actually sacrificing you if you don’t look the part, will they?’

You’re gonna strangle these kids once this is all over.

Maybe the outfit is what made you feel so vulnerable and stared at? The second Michael had pulled away from you, you were just left standing their awkwardly, a few feet away from where they all huddled, leaving you out in the open and looking around like a deer in headlights.

That queasy feeling churning in your stomach you’d get when you’re in line for a rollercoaster or something gets stronger, so much so you close your eyes for a second to keep your bearings. That odd burning of adrenaline and fear thrumming heavy in your chest, begging, and wishing that’d you’d just turn the other way and start running already. You dig your bare feet into the sandy ground beneath you, feeling the cold, cool sand run along your toes, a feeling that would usually bring you peace and ease… It only left and unnerving chill run up your legs and over your spine, making you curl into yourself just a bit.

You don’t feel safe, even if Michael was right there, right in front of you, able to grab you and hold you close at any sudden implication of vampires being here… You didn’t feel safe, like no matter how much he or you tried to protect one another… They still know.

They know you. They know Michael. What he was capable of- whether that be a lot or a little, and even then, they won’t let anything get in their way if they really want it. You’d seen it happen. You’ve been the thing they want to get. The thing they wouldn’t let anything stop them from getting.

“Okay, we don’t need to go over the plan again, do we?” Alan asks, looking up and exchanging a glance with all the guys, seeing them nod in return. Michael looks at you, his eyes lingering on you, and a small look of hesitancy is in his eyes, obviously anxious about something. You think his state of mind is in the exact same place as yours is. Cause as much as the Frog Brothers say they are Vampire experts and know what their doing, they haven’t ridden on the back of David’s bike, went and caused mischief along the boardwalk with Marko, danced in the sand to the blaring music of bands with Dwayne, or getting chased around the caved in hotel by Paul for stealing something from him just to tease him.

They don’t know them like you got to know them… And just cause you had the fond memories of those four… You know what their known for, the dark side that went much more deeper now than simply being ‘rebellious bad boys.’

You don’t know why, but in some way you feel betrayed, used… You only knew them for three weeks- a month at the latest, but you feel like you’ve known them the whole time you lived in Santa Carla- maybe it was cause you’d seen them around before? Everywhere you went at the boardwalk, it felt like they were right there- watching you, or you watching them… They were always so alluring in some way, I mean- they were the spitting image of the guys your mother would warn you about, or your father wouldn’t even want you caught dead with, so it almost felt rebellious when they came up to you that night and invited you to go for a ride on their motorcycles. You were old enough you didn’t have to follow your parents rules anymore… But it felt like you were breaking some historical promise deep down.

You understand that feeling now.

A laugh rings out through the air- so suddenly that it causes all of you to freeze in what you’re doing, whatever confidence, or determination any of you had earlier, now completely gone. It wasn’t playful, it wasn’t happy. It was malicious, it was almost taunting… You’ve heard that laugh.

“Where is it coming from?” Sam speaks up finally, turning around rapidly, making a full circle as he looks around- anywhere- even up at the sky to look for where the hell that awful sound could be coming from. But there’s nothing, yet the laughter gets louder. It starts to turn into more laughter.

The wind almost seems to pick up it’s pace, the breeze tugging at your hair and causing it to fly around your face, bringing your hands up to shield your face, screwing your eyes shut tight.

“What’s going on?!” You asks more urgently, raising your voice as it wavers just a bit as panic and fear kick in. Michael doesn’t answer- eyes trained up at the sky as he looks around rapidly for something, eyes wide and alert as he scrambles up to his feet suddenly- you’re unsure why he isn’t look out to possibly hiding places on the boardwalk, as if that’s the last place he’d ever look as he instantly turns his back to all of you, looking up at the pitch-black sky. You don’t understand how you’re able to hear his voice over the whistling breeze and cackles in the sky, as well as Sam and the Frog brothers all panicking, but you hear the only two words Michael utters out under his breath…

“They’re here.”

Sam then turns to look at you- and the sudden look of horror on his face is something you’d never thought you’d see. It’s familiar- for some reason, you remember that horror movie from the other night that you had started. You’re reminded the face of the victim, seconds before the killer or monster strikes… The way his face goes completely white, he opens his mouth to say something- to warn anyone, but nothing comes out for a good few seconds, until he points at you. Or directly behind you, his hand trembling. He shouts your name as some quick warning, like he knew he was frozen completely to the ground in fear.

As soon as he does, Michael has already fully turned to look at you- and darts straight toward you, reaching his hand out toward you.

You can’t even register what’s happened and why they are reacting this way, until you feel it.

You feel a firm set of arms snake around your waist- lifting you off the ground; You immediately let out a blood-curdling shriek as you feel your feet leave the sandy beach, a weird floating feeling indicating you weren’t as close to the ground as you wished to be, and you begin kicking.

Your vision is blurred by your hair- trying to desperately see through the strands of hair that had blocked your eyes. You can hear a pained grunt below, indicating Michael had crashed into the ground before he barely missed you getting scooped into someone’s arms, and taken up into the air. You open your mouth to scream out to him, but nothing comes out- nothing coherent at least.

You feel the hands begin to move, one still firmly holding your middle, but the other moves down to the back of your knees- swinging you down onto your back and bringing you close to their chest in a bridal-style position. Reflex to being held at this height, you grab at the figure, fingers digging into their shoulder and chest, immediately feeling the familiar sensation of leather. You hide your face away into their jacket, the scent of smoke and blood filling your nostrils so strong you instantly rear your head back, looking up to see who exactly swept you into their arms so suddenly. Your heart nearly stops at what you see, the arms that’d snake around your waist you’d used to feel safe or amused by, now just make you feel trapped, scared.

“Hi, Michael.” He so calmly, as if what he’s just done wasn’t like some cruel insult to Michael’s entire being- watching as Michael slowly lifts himself from the sand, gaze immediately turning up to the sky, narrowing his eyes as he stares at him grimly, a low growl emitting his throat.

“David.”

Marko, Dwayne, and Paul each laugh in response, watching Sam rush to his brothers side to help him up. They seem to be taunting him as they fly at Davids sides, looking at you then back at Michael, waiting to see what he had to say about them now getting a hold of you.

“I have to say, I expected more from you, Mike.” David states as if he’s some scolding parent, causing Michael to curl his lip up at him. David continues for a second after Michael stays quiet, the smirk on his lips widening, flashing a toothy grin, making sure his sharp fangs were visible as he did so. “I’d assume you’d know better when it came to keeping your hands off our stuff.” The words cause that pit in your stomach to widen, panic settling as you tear your eyes away from the ground well beneath you, then back up at David.

His yellow iris’s falls onto your figure in his arms, making sure he stared long enough so you’d notice, before his gaze flickers down to Michael, a small chuckle emitting from his lips. You can hear Marko and Paul laugh, once with you, but now it feels like their laughing at you, taunting and teasing as the sight of your fear is almost amusing to them.

You feel David inch his hand higher up your back, causing your skin to writhe and squirm under the cold sensation of his fingertips that wasn’t covered by his gloves. He hoists the upper half of your body closer, so he brings his face close to yours- making it unable for you to crane your head away from him, looking directly into his eyes. They don’t even look human anymore, the yellow eyes that seem to glow in the dark stare straight through you, looking into the darkest parts of your soul, killing any innocents that was left in you. His fangs bared in a twisted, almost proud grin.

“We missed you tonight.” He spoke directly into your ear, his hot breath causing you to curl your head into your shoulder- but the reaction only gets a low hum of amusement from David. He pulls himself away from you to look around at the others, exchanging grins as if there was some kind of inside joke going on. “Didn’t we, boys?” He speaks loud enough so they all can hear.

In response they all just laugh and make some comment about getting impatient or something. You should have known they’d catch on something was wrong when they couldn’t find you on the boardwalk. You should have known they’d get suspicious after you suddenly not even being somewhere out on the beach. You were an idiot, and idiot to even think your life would ever be the same, like anything you did wasn’t going to be without them…

You were there’s now. You realize that, whether you liked it or not. You look at David as if you’re trying to find any hint of humanity or sympathy. You saw nothing of the sort.

David just holds that gaze, watching and reading your big, doe eyes, full of both fear and some kind of silent pleading. He seemed almost pleased by it, his head lolling to the side a bit with the ends of his lips curling just slightly. “Don’t give me that look, Doll.” David speaks with a small head tilt, bringing his face close to yours as that grin starts getting wider. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The comment has Marko and Paul in hysterics, and if this wasn’t exactly a dangerous situation, you’d probably roll your eyes. But you don’t, you stay silent, looking away from David and down at your hand still having a death grip on his coat- unable to detach yourself from the last person’s arms you wanted to be in right now.

“I think she’s a little scared of heights,” Paul speaks up, putting his hands on his hips and giving you a head tilt, making eye contact with Marko, who immediately caught onto what was going on in his friends head. “Don’t you agree, Marko?”

“You’re totally right, Paul.” Marko snickers, leaning back a little while bringing his arms up behind his head, sitting in a sort of sitting position mid-air, crossing a leg over the other. “Look at her face! Like a scared little mouse.” The way your head rapidly turns back and forth from Paul and Marko seems to just egg them on, you even feel a chuckle vibrate from David’s chest with your head pressed against it.

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” David speaks up, you can feel his hand holding your legs squeeze just a little tighter, and his fingers dig into the bare skin of your back, just to see your reaction, see you squirm. “You know, there’s only one way to conquer your fears… Isn’t there?” The tone in his voice is anything but comforting- I mean, you never exactly got a comforting feeling from David, his whole presence was a bit unnerving, but something in his voice was different from its usual eerie calmness you didn’t like.

“David!” You hear Michael from below shout- taking Davids gaze from you. It’s like watching a switch go off, Davids face morphing into annoyance, eyes narrowing and his upper lip curling into a sneer, he also seemed to reflexively turn just a bit, shielding you from seeing Michael, and Michael seeing you, looking over his shoulder down at the guy he now saw as some nuisance- obstacle.

You try your best to look at him, clawing at Davis coat and vest to try and pull yourself up a bit more, looking back and reaching at arm down to Michael- it felt like your only way of trying to express you wanted help for the peril you’re in. “Michael—” You’re able to finally speak, even if it’s only some desperate squeak.

“Let her go.” Michael demands, standing in front of Sam and the Frog Brothers, just in case David or his friends decided to harm anyone else he cared about- yet they made no move to harm them, (even with the Frog brothers held out holy water with their shaky hands.) besides, they have what they want. Michael doesn’t.

Oh, that gets a good laugh out of David. Who does Michael think he is? Asking him to do such a thing is almost like asking him to turn silver into gold. Never gonna happen. David in return does a small spin around, facing Michael once more- the sudden, but slow action making you hold onto him tighter out of fear of any movement being your demise, looking at the sandy beach so far below you now. David loved it, the power he felt over you, the way you clung to him out of fear- even if you so desperately wanted to be anywhere but against him right now. David tilts his head down ever so slightly, giving Michael a pointed look, eyebrows slowly raising, and his fangs bared into such a cruel smile.

“You should be careful what you ask of me, Michael.” David speaks, his voice is still calm, but it’s much bolder, much louder, just so he knows you and Michael can hear what he’s saying. It fell quiet for a moment, like the wind had stopped, the ocean fell deaf in the distance, even Marko and Paul went silent, watching with Dwayne.

“I might just follow.” As soon as the words leave Davids lips, you feel the once tense grip on you loosen- his arms falling to his sides- and releasing you.

the scene soon becomes nothing but a flash of blurs and colors as you feel that odd feeling like your stomach is leaping into your throat, your hair whipping back and forth across your face.

You’re falling.

You scream in terror, and you’re not the only one as you hear Sam shout out, as well as Michael- who instantly lunges toward the closest spot he thinks you’re about to fall, arms outstretched to catch you- but it never happens.

You then immediately feel yourself impacting another body, catching you with ease, arms wrapping around your legs, and another snaking around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. You clutch your chest as if you’ve stop breathing, gasping for the air taken out of you from the impact, and your heart that seemed to stop for a good second as you flew through the air, trembling as you gripped at the little bit of silk covering your chest, instantly coming face to face with the person who caught you.

“Hey, Angel-face!” Marko calls out, holding you in his arms, his fiery yellow eyes seemed to just feed off the fear from yours. He gives you a wide, toothy smile, making sure his new appearance to you was being shown in all it’s glory, even running his tongue along his fangs, cleaning away any possible blood and gore left behind from earlier events.

Your body instantly goes into flight or fight mode, struggling against his hold, the tassels and many accessories hanging from his coat catching onto your outfit and shielding your vision even more as your barely given any time to get yourself together, leaving you a horrified and screaming mess- unable to do anything but that, like it’s your only defense. Marko fakes a pout, only bringing you closer as his lips curl into a fierce smirk, bringing his face so close to the side of yours, you can feel his lips brush against your cheek as he taunts you. “Aw, what’s the matter? Something stuck in my teeth?” He asks sarcastically, cackling into your ear before smacking his lips directly onto your cheek, leaving a kiss.

It causes the others to start seeing what this little game was, Paul whistling your direction as Dwayne laughs, seeing your face morph in disgust as you try to push Marko away from your face, which he does after almost painfully long seconds, once he does, a licks his lips with a snicker.

“She’s sweet! Just like sugar!” He teases, placing the side of his face to yours, the slight stubble on his chin and jaw scratching along your soft skin. His arm around your legs leaving and coming up to hold the back of your head, running his hand through your hair, holding your head there against his.

He still has an iron grip around your waist, but the feeling of your legs falling causes a short shriek to leave your lips, immediately beginning to kick them, but it seems it does little to nothing in effecting Marko.

He starts to spin around a little bit, even faking you out a little bit as he loosens his arms just a bit, acts like he’s about to drop you- just to feel you grip onto his jacket, hear the quiet gasps or short shrieks that leave you when you suddenly feel his arm leave your waist for a second. He stops his spin, coming around to face the others again.

“She’s comin’ your way, Dwayne!” He chants, and before you could make any move to protest, he tosses you into the air again.

You don’t know how many times you’ll be thrown in the air and stop screaming- but now wasn’t gonna be it. The utter fear that seems to rise and fall in you, knowing that they may or may not purposefully miss just once, let you fall to the ground below for some sick entertainment… You wouldn’t put it past them.

But you feel Dwayne’s large arms immediately grab you, both arms around your waist, holding you close to him as you hide your face into his bare chest, feeling the necklaces wrapped around his neck against your forehead and side of your face, before you immediately pull away from the position that would use to give you comfort, but now only fueled the betrayal and panic in your heart.

It’s like you’re not even looking at Dwayne anymore… Or you were seeing the real him, the true thing he really was. His usually stoic, calm expression wasn’t even there anymore, it was malicious and just as sinister as Marko and David’s, his laugh almost sounded the loudest in anything, deep and bellowing as his eyes danced around your face, like he was feeding off the fear from you.

He even tilts his head from side to side slowly, like he’s studying you, seeing your fear from every angle he can, eyes eyes never leaving yours- like he was daring or challenging you to even blink, see what happens. He then slowly begins to slide one hand up your back higher, pressing you closer against him.

He then places a kiss to your forehead, holding his lips to your face longer than Marko did. You can’t even fight against him, only squirm and writhe, which he seems to be enjoying way to much, his arms tightening around you so tight you begin to feel your breathing quicken, trying to stay calm so you don’t start hyperventilating.

You can hear a mixture of laughing and screaming, and it isn’t a good combination, it’s just making you realize how truly fucked you were in this situation… Like a promise was broken.

You knew Michael wanted so hard to keep you safe, he even promised his whole life not even a hand would be placed on you in a threatening way. You told yourself that promise should mean nothing, cause it was nothing, anything good that would have happened tonight would be a risky chance.

You scream as Dwayne then throws you as if you weigh nothing, no warning, no alerting, he merely throws you straight toward Paul now. Paul catches on, you know he does, he was watching you like a hawk the entire time, waiting like an impatient dog wanting to be fed- wanting his turn.

So when he holds his arms out as if to catch you- but then quickly draws them back as you near him, cackling as he exclaims ‘Oops, I missed!’ Holding his hands out in front of him, wiggling his fingers around to show you as if he wasn’t going to catch you.

That gets a new noise out of you. The scream that comes out of you is so shrill and so loud, if this were happening anywhere else in the world, you’d bet the cops would have been called the second you, Michael, Sam, and the Frog brothers heard laughing.

But not here. Not in Santa Carla. No one dared leave their houses when everyone turned in.

Not when the Vampires came out to play.

You feel boney fingers clamp around your right ankle suddenly stopping you from getting anywhere near the ground below, (Thanking anything Holy above that this awful outfit you’re still in landed in a position still covering places you’d rather not have out in the open right now.)

It does put you at an angle where you can see everything below you- including Michael, who’s watching with just as much a look of horror- knowing he had no clue what he was to do, his powers, everything he knew could help in this moment not working- like he had yet to learn any control over it just yet.

You reach your hands out to him, put only for a second before being swung up in the air by your leg, causing you to do a few flips before landing into Paul’s arms- the one who caught you by your leg in the first place.

“The look on your face right now is priceless, baby.” Paul laughs, bringing his hands down to grip your hips tightly, before hoisting you in the air above him, copying Marko’s spinning- even if it’s much more careless and fast, holding you up in and front of them, as if you were some prize, some victory. He then wolf-whistles at you again, looking you up and down with a small bite of his bottom lip, one of his sharp fangs getting caught on it for a second. “Gotta say, love the new outfit, you should wear stuff like this for us more often.” He comments- you’re not sure if he’s being serious or teasing… Maybe a little bit of both.

Paul doesn’t hold back on the kisses like Marko or Dwayne did, he immediately begins to kiss along your jaw and neck, feeling the way your face gets hot under his lips and the way he can almost sense your pulse, hear the rapid pace of your blood rushing through your veins behind your skin… It’s obvious he’s the most bloodlust-y out of them all. He can’t help himself- or he doesn’t care to hold back.

It’s only then you realize, his trails of kisses leave some odd, warm, slimy feeling against your skin- taking a chance to slowly, bring your shaking hand up to your face- touch at every spot you’d been kissed, and pulling away to see a crimson liquid on your fingertips- very faint, but still there.

It wasn’t your blood either.

You feel sick, you can feel your stomach turn and churn, and saliva thinning in your mouth, swallowing down the ache in your throat. “Oh, God…” You utter out, bottom lip quivering as you start blinking rapidly like you’re trying to get the blood to disappear, like it’s just a figment of your imagination. You wish it was all a dream- a horrid nightmare, just a vivid, sick thought your mind decided to play a trick on…

How you wish you could just wake up right now in the safety of your bed.

“Easy Paul,” David speaks up, folding his arms tightly over his chest as he watches the two of you like some kind of authority figure catching some teens making out in some place they weren’t supposed to be. “I think we’re scaring her.”

Paul looks between you and David, faking as if he’s thinking as he rolls his eyes with a small scoff, bringing you back to eye level with you, arms snaking around your middle. “You like it when she’s scared, just as much as I do.”

Paul then gives you a look you know doesn’t mean anything good for you- eyes going wide as you rapidly shake your for protest- finding your voice lost once against in the back of your throat, unable to vocally state your displeasure in what he’s about to do.

“She’s all yours!” He shouts, before throwing you in the air once again, this time back toward David. You were sick of this at this point, letting a broken scream leave you for the final time, your throat dry and scratched from the shrieks you’d already exchanged. Your heart and lungs ached with the heavy heartbeat in your chest, pounding almost painfully against your ribcage, your breathing was labored and shaky- like you were about to just break down then and there, completely lose it as you still tried to register you’re face is partially covered in bloody kisses.

David catches you for the final time, watching the sight of you just curling up in his arms helplessly, starting to feel you give up or give into to this sick little game of toss around the pretty thing. He thinks the sight of you holding onto like this would never get old.

He says your name after a moment, but when you refuse to move your face away from hiding in his chest, he decides to take matters into his own hands, grabbing you by your chin tightly, but not enough to hurt you, just enough that he knew you couldn’t fight back, holding your face within his hand as his eyes dart around your face.

He slowly tearing his gaze from you, and looking down at Michael once more, but he still kept his face angled towards you. He then harshly pulls your face to fully look at the four guys still looking up at you helplessly, David’s hand squishing your face a little to tight for comfort, making you squirm just a little, letting out a small noise of discomfort.

You feel David slowly turn his face, bringing it close to yours like Marko did, strands of his bleached hair tickling at the side of your face. “You’re ours now, Doll… And I think Michael knows that. Don’t you agree?” David speaks, making sure Michael heard, just to see that hatred and anger grow inside him, the way his eyes darkened with malice- letting his new, true colors begin to show.

You don’t answer him, but he’s well aware you know he’s right. He knows you agree. You just close your eyes to keep yourself from looking at Michael anymore, you can’t stand to see that look in his eyes, or the guilt in Sam’s, the panic in Edgar and Alan’s. You never wanted them to know or get wrapped up in it all.

If you ever get the chance to again, ever able to see them all, you’d say one thing, no matter how many times they denied it, you will just have to tell them.

That you were sorry. You were sorry you never warned Michael, you were sorry that you even hopped onto Davids bike, you were sorry you never listened to your mom or dad when they told you to never go out late at night or listened to your aunt and grandmothers crazy stories and so-called sightings. Would you ever be able to say sorry?

“Welcome to your new life.” David’s voice finally brings you back to your surroundings, pulling your face back to face him, you can feel his nose brush against yours with how close he is. You feel like you aren’t even if control of your own body when your eyes slowly begin to open again, locking with Davids, they aren’t the eyes you saw earlier, the ones that seemed to kill off any feeling of joy or happiness.

They were the eyes that got you wrapped up in all of this in the first place. The eyes that seemed to hypnotize you and draw you to these four rebels- leather and all. You felt like this with Marko’s kiss to your cheek, your head against Dwayne’s chest, Paul’s hands on your hips. It was all so alluring, a lovesick daydream they all knew they had you under. It was all fake. It was all a lie. And that hurt.

You barely register it before David has his lips to yours, a slow, long kiss that he feels you not even fight against, merely rigid in his arms, body tensing and fighting back any brash decision that would get you falling to the ground and breaking your damn neck.

He feels the way your heart pounds against your chest pressed up to his, the way your breathing is caught in your throat. You’re his. You’re theirs.

And then, you suddenly relax, your wide eyes suddenly roll back and your eyes close. You’re not sure whether it was some spell, as if that was possible- or the sudden adrenaline that left your body after being so fueled by it, your body’s reflex deciding it was just time to give up, but before you can react with any final plea to Michael, you black out, going limp in David’s arms.

Your head falls back, and arm slips from where it laid on your stomach, slipping off and to the side as David shifted you back into a bridal style position.

This felt all too familiar to a comic book cover.

Michael doesn’t know why, but the sight makes him sick. You look dead- were you dead? Either way, he can’t seem to fight the guttural scream that leaves his throat, coming out in one word: “No!”

It’s as if guilt, devastation, and defeat all come crashing down on him in a matter of seconds, watching the life decisions that led him up to this very moment begin to flash in his mind like some pounding headache.

And what do the Boys do? They laugh. They relish the reaction Michael is giving them, showing them that the way he fought the urge to be one of them was almost like his downfall.

David’s laughter fades after a second, so does the amused look on his face, narrowing his eyes as if to challenge the already defeated Michael- who had fallen to his knees in the sand.

“You can’t win Michael.” David states, some kind of proudness laced into his voice. “Not unless you accept what you really are now.”

The words cause Michael to slowly lift his head to look back up at him, seething as he took sharp inhales through his gritted teeth, practically shaking with anger. David almost looks at it with some taunting sympathy, lolling his head to the side as his deep frown begins to grow into a small smile. He then looks back down at you, your resting face so peaceful compared to what it was only seconds ago.

“Come back, Michael.” David says, still looking down at you eyes half lidded in amusement as he then slowly holds you out- almost as if offering you back to Michael. “Come back, and she’s all yours.” He then pulls you back close to him, bringing his gaze to Michael one final time.

And that’s all he says, before exchanging an affirming look with Marko, Dwayne, and Paul, indicating it was time to go. They had got what they wanted, and they weren’t planning on giving it up without a fight.

Sam instantly rushes to his brothers side as the breeze kicks up once again- and the laughter fills the air, so loud, but growing faint and faint into the distance very slowly… And then it was gone, just like that. You were gone.

“Mike!” Sam finally finds his voice, rushing to his brother, who is still on his knees, staring down at the sand, balling his fists as it falls through his fingers. He grabs his arm, trying to help him up as best he can. “What are we gonna do, man?” He asks, his voice breaking just a bit.

Michael doesn’t answer, he only allows his brother to help him up, his gaze glued off to the distance where he knew David and his Lost Boys had run off and hidden in. His chest begins to rise and fall with slow breathing, almost as if it was taking every fiber of his being currently to not go absolutely feral. He couldn’t act out irrationally, he couldn’t be blinded by anger and vengeance… He had to think, he had to think like a Vampire. No the pros and cons, know the weaknesses.

“Morning.” Michael says suddenly, his voice raspy and croaky, turning his head to look at Alan and Edgar. “We’re leaving to find em in the morning.” He all but orders, looking back out to the distance, Sam and the brothers following his gaze. “We’re going to get her back- Star and Laddie too.”

The slight breeze does little to calm the edge, the crashing of waves is more bothering than it was comforting. That’s all this beach would remind them of now, wasn’t it?

“Well… What are we gonna do?” Sam says after a second of silence, looking over at his brother with a small hint of concern.

Michael, again, doesn’t seem to answer, as if he’s thinking over what he’s about to share with his brother. But the thought of you… The idea of them having a hold of you. All Michael could see was red.

"..."

“We’re gonna kill every single one of them.”

♤🥀💀🥀♤

Fin

[imagine-workshop]

Imagine #12

A/N:basically they took turns raising you and you do have a ‘Hyde’ whose named is syke and you do know that the lost boys are vampires

Extended version:You were on the big swing that goes in the air. Syke really wanted to go on it because it lets him hear the fear. Honestly you could care less for the humans but pleasing Syke generated a safe night. ‘This is so much fun!!’ ‘I’m happy your enjoying it’ Your father or fathers raised you knowing full well you had something similar to Mr.Hyde. Once it was done you walked around feeling a bit bored without your boys bothering you. “Y/N!” “Speaking of the devils..hello Marko,where are your brothers?” “Here hun” ‘UGH AND I WAS HAVING FUN!’ “Shut it Syke” David ruffled your hair. “Syke hating us?” “Mhm…” you were more tired then usual al Syke hasn’t let you sleep in 3 days. Micheal picked you up in a bridal style. “Sleep” “fuck you” “Damn I know your horny but not that horny” blushing widely you threw your shoe at Paul who was cackling. “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!!” The boys laughed as you got out Micheal’s arms and started to beat Paul.

No one knew why Syke hated them but he did. Neither did you or your boys care. ‘LET ME OUT MOTHER FUCKER!’ “No syke” ‘PRETTY PLEASE!!! I’LLBE A GOOD BOY!!’ “I know damn well that THE Syke just said pretty please and he’ll be a good boy” “WHAT HE DID!” Marko started laughing well they all did. Syke was trying to take complete control which made you uncomfortable and have a headache. You had more control then your fathers could ever had so it was easy to make sure Syke stayed in the brain. “How about we go annoy the police Eh?” “Sounds like trouble…let’s do it!” So you and the boys laughed while running to the merry go round.

[chubbyreaderchan]

Crying in the Sand | Poly! Lost Boys x plus sized!Reader

Summary: The Lost Boy’s mate has some old “friends” come to town. She wants to spend time with them without her boys but they end up destroying her self-esteem instead. The boys will not let them get away with it. 

Warnings: Sexual innuendos but no real sex scenes, cursing, blood, violence, fighting, body shaming, self-hatred, anxiety, shirtless men for some reason, nudity, strong language, bullying, adult bullying, reader is larger in clothes size than the boys but they don’t care, Marko being let loose. Everyone in the coven is dating everyone else. No Michael or Star or Laddie :(

David’s arm wrapped around her plush hip, pressing her into his side gently. The boys were acting rowdy as they walked the boardwalk, minus Dwayne who was loyally carrying her bags despite her protests. She had been holding off the entire night to tell them she wasn’t going to be hanging out with them the next night. They had a hard time allowing their mate to go anywhere without them, but she made them promise to allow her to have other friends. Which was hard to do as an adult who surrounds herself with scary biker boys with pretty hair. 

But old friends were good. They didn’t know her boys, they had no idea they existed since they were coming to California for vacation from her hometown. They were only passing through the next night and then they were off to try to get to Hollywood and Disneyland for the rest of their trip. She was sure she was a fleeting thought in their minds. They hadn’t contacted her since graduation and she mostly forgot about them until they got her phone number from her family.

“You alright?” Dwayne said. 

His voice was low, and had the depth of dark chocolate and the warmth of his leather jacket on a cold night like tonight. His knuckle brushed over her plush cheek, a forest fire against her cheek despite his deathly cold. David’s fingers dug into her side and the leader looked at Dwayne, mildly annoyed he noticed her thoughts before he did. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” 

She took a deep breath. Now or never. 

“My friends from high school called me last night. I guess they are flying into Santa Carla because the tickets were cheap,” she said. 

(Y/n) leaned into David a bit more, as if seeking physical support from him. He was the leader and protector, she thrived off of that. She liked feeling his protection and listening to his opinions. 

“They want to hang out. Go to some beach. Something less popular than--” 

She motions around them at the crowds and lights. 

“They only have a day to stretch their legs and they want to hit up the beach before they go to Disney,” 

“Are you wanting to introduce us?” David asked. 

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek, thoughtful. That was something she hadn’t decided on yet. There were a few snakes in her old friend group and she did not want to share her boys with them. They had snatched so many crushes from her in the past, or even helped boys prank her with false dates. 

“No,” she was firm. “They are from a small town. They wouldn’t get it… or us,” 

David gave her a look, it was cold and distant. A tinge of jalousy seemed to sully the air. Dwayne’s hand joined David’s on her body. His hand pressed against the blonde leader it was intimate and comforting for both (Y/n) and David. 

“She should be able to see her friends without us,” Dwayne said gently. 

They could aways watch from a distance. 

Leave it to Paul to ruin the comfortable gazes between the two boys. His lanky arms wrapped around their human mate in a near breath stealing grasp. He nipped at her neck and she giggled at the ticklish sensation. 

“What? Don’t want your high school buddies to be jealous?” Paul purred. 

Marko was in front of her in an instant, keeping a steady pace walking backwards to look at her features. Her soft stomach was his favorite and he often encouraged her to show it off, but it was hidden tonight. With a final leer he grinned his devilish smile that made (Y/n) melt and give into practically anything he wanted. 

“Maybe she doesn’t want them to know how kinky our lady is,” Marko smile never wavered. 

His fists pulled at the opening of his jacket, tongue lapping out at his lips. 

“Not that they’d ever find out, amore,” 

Never in her life had she had so many boys pinning and loving her like they did. She felt wanted and taken care of all at the same time with the four wild vampires. 

“If we aren’t going to see you much tomorrow then we should go back to the cave,” David mused. 

The vampire swiftly tugged the cigarette from behind his ear, pressing it between his lips before lighting it. The hot burn of cigarette smoke filled the air even with his efforts to puff the smoke away from the fragile human he was so annamoured with. 

“Why’s that?” she asked. 

“We need to scent you,”

“Scent me?” 

He hummed, his own devilish grin tugged at his lips. It wasn’t fair how handsome he was. It took everything in (Y/n)’s body to run her fingers through his course facial hair. 

“Can’t have any others trying to touch what is ours,” 

His face was close to her’s now. David’s scent of tobacco, mint, and metal washed over her face. He leans in close and almost purrs his next words. 

“And kitten, you can touch my beard all you want…. But I think it might feel better against your thighs,” 

Her face heated and her thighs rubbed together at the insinuation. The sharp ears of the others caught every word and like a pack of hyenas they howled with laughter. 

“I would punch you if you weren’t so pretty,” she said,

She crossed her arms over her chest like a child. David couldn’t help but laugh, knowing very well her threats meant nothing. His soft lips pressed against her’s in a chaste kiss. 

-- 

The day started with her friends arriving at her apartment. No, scratch that. One friend who was one of the snakes, and two girls who used to bully her relentlessly arrived on her front porch. She knew the snake friend was coming but apparently (Y/n) had assumed that she was still friends with the others she used to be around. 

“You look…” the snake, known as Allison grimced visibly. “Like you!” 

Ouch. That one hurt. She could feel herself folding in already and the day with them had hardly started. Ashley the blonde resident mean rich girl in the town hugged (Y/n) like she had a disease and only did so out of politeness. The third was a dark haired girl who always seemed to be a package deal with Ashley. Bridget… thought (Y/n) had often called her an “idiot” in her head. 

“Hi, uh…” she smiled fakely and followed Ashley into the apartment. 

“Once we get relaxed a smidge,” Ashley said. “We should go to lunch. Didn’t you mom say you work on a boardwalk?” 

“I thought you didn’t want to hit the boardwalk?” (Y/n) asked. 

“Oh, we don’t want to hit the boardwalk at night. Too crowded and… too dangerous,” she cringed. 

The plump girl wanted to roll her eyes, but she was right. The boardwalk plus peak summer season plus night and minus her boys could be a one way ticket to robbery… or worse. Though the “or worse” were her boys. She’d always be safe on the boardwalk. 

“Oh, sweetie, You aren’t going to wear that to lunch are you?” Allison asked. “It’s a bit tight don’t you think?” 

(Y/n) looked at the shirt that hugged her body quite tight, a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt. Yes it was a bit small, fitting a bit like a crop top and she did snip part of the neckline to fit a bit better but it was Paul’s shirt. He gave it to her. From his own clothes. 

“Here sugar,” the wild blonde grinned, tossing the t-shirt at her bare body. 

The boys were out feeding that night and Paul had practically destroyed her mind with incredible sex and just his overall vibe. They never liked her to be alone in the cave if they could help it. 

“Paul, how high are you?” 

“No, babe, it’s hi how are you,” he grinned jumping into her nest and kissing her jaw. 

“No, Paulie. Baby… I’m gonna stretch it out,” 

“And?”

“Don’t you like this shirt?” 

“It’s my favorite,” he grinned. 

His lips continued to kiss her neck. 

“I’ll ruin it. Stretch it,” 

“Well, call it payback, sugar,” He sucked on her neck. 

Her mind was getting fuzzy again. “For what?” 

“For you letting me stretch your pussy out,” 

The memory normally made her laugh but her fingers were now tangled at the hem of the shirt. Stress was filling her mind. 

“Yeah, I can change,” she said softly. “Just make yourselves at home,” 

It wasn’t long and she came out to the three girls giggling. It was like they never left high school. They looked up at her and Bridget laughs again. 

“Are you done?” (Y/n) asked. “Would you like to see the boardwalk or not?” 

“Of course, you look so cute. We’re gonna take my car. It’s bigger,” Ashley grinned. “A rental,” 

It took a lot to not gag at the fakeness in her voice. (Y/n) threw her bag over her shoulder, tracing the patch Marko had stitched into it as she walked to the car. 

“Bridgy,” Ashley smiled. “Let (Y/n) sit up front. She is hosting us after all,” 

Bridget climbs into the back and (Y/n) sits in the front telling her in detail the best ways to get the pier. She couldn’t remember the last time she was her in the day time, it was still lively but it was just a different feeling.

It felt more family friendly and not one wrong move from being either a rave or a brawl. No David holding her hip or Marko pinching her sides. No Paul wanting to sneak her off into one of the changing booths or even a Dwayne making sure she actually eats something that was sugar dipped in more sugar. It was a familiar loneliness she had hanging over her she had most of her teenage year as the three women linked arms and (Y/n) fell behind them. She was never lonely or felt as if she wasn’t wanted with her boys. 

Hell, if they didn’t want her around they would’ve eaten her by now… and not in the fun way. 

“Where should we eat?” Allison called over her shoulder. “What’s good?” 

“There’s a 24 hour diner near the Di--,” 

“What, no,” Ashley said. 

The preppy blonde was aghast at the mention of a diner. She rolled her eyes and reached into her beach bag. A pamphlet of the local attractions and restaurants she must’ve gotten at a rest stop at some point. 

“Oh, we should go to the seafood place,” Ashley grinned. 

(Y/n) cringed at the thought. The boys had told her many sketchy things about the owner and management. It was not a great choice but a water and a side salad would hold over until she could get a corn dog from her favorite booth. Maybe. 

The best part of the restaurant was definitely the air conditioning. It felt nice against her skin, she even tugged her well loved jacket from her shoulders. Another gift she had an argument over when David gave it to her. It was older, but with Marko’s sewing skills and patches from all of them it was transformed into hers, though the arms were a bit tight and it didn’t zip properly but it fit the best out of all the boy’s clothes and she adored it. Marko promised to make it fit better but she wasn’t sure she wanted it. It was like a constant hug from David, it even smelled like him. But even a punk can get sweaty in a jacket on the beach. 

---

“Why did you let us eat there?” Ashley whined as they walked down the boardwalk. 

“You wouldn’t listen if I told you,” (Y/n) replied. 

“Wait where are you going?” Bridget copied the whine of the other girl.

It made her want to jam a plastic fork into her ear. Somehow she managed to get in line at the good corndog place, as suggested by Marko. 

“I thought you were dieting. You know cuz the jacket was so tight and the salad,” Bridget accused. 

She shook her head and bit her lip. Her hand went into her pocket fidgeting with the coins inside. This was going to be a long day and it had barely started. She could’ve been in bed this whole time. Hell, she could’ve been in her nest the entire time, with her boys. Hell, she’d even hang out with Max at this point. At least he wasn’t an open asshole like these girls were. 

(Y/n) bit into the fried treat and sighed in contentment. 

---

“Are you sure this beach is private enough?” Allison called. 

Then she giggled and whispered. The sun was starting to set and the girls wanted to abandon the boardwalk quickly. (Y/n)’s mind ached from being around the three girls and she was practically counting down the hours until she could go back to her boys. By the time they were on the beach she knew of, the sun was down and it was quite dark. 

“Of course, I come here all the time,” she said. “Nothing for miles,” 

Other than a cave. 

“Oh good,” Allison giggled.

She tore off her top and began stripping in the dark. (Y/n) watched in shock. The darkness of the beach wasn’t enough to conciel the girls stripping down to their birthday suits. 

“Come on, (Y/n). We did this all the time back home. It’s why we wanted to come here at night,” she giggled. “Join us,” 

The grin on Allison’s lips would have mimicked Markos. This would have been a Marko or Paul idea but something felt off about this. The instinct to pull in and run as fast as she could was buzzing in her brain harder than the first time she saw a vampire feed. But just like then she pushed it away, the wild side that was primmed and built by the coven of vampires was screaming to just do it. 

A sharp swallow felt like it cut down her entire body. She pulled her jacket off then her top and the rest of her clothes. The girls were huddled and giggling, bile made it’s way up her throat. Bitter and painful as the rest ran into the water. Even at her age, peer pressure seemed to be winning her over as she went into the dark waters. Her heard was racing as the cold touched her hot skin. It cooled over the places where the sun had touched, she sighed again in contentment. The fear was washed away from her body with each crash of the wave. 

Her eyes fluttered shut and she enjoyed the sounds of the night. Quiet and still, with the occasional sound of wildlife that lived in the area. Quiet never happened with all the boys. Quiet could only be obtained with Dwayne or David. All four was shouting and calling and flirting and--. 

Giggles. 

(Y/n)’s eyes shot open. It was too dark to see anyone. She spun in a circle, hoping to see anyone. Anything. Gone. They left her. She swallowed hard, and fought back the tears of frustration and memories. This wasn’t the first time Allison played this prank. Leaving her in the middle of nowhere. But it was fine. She would just pull on her clothes and just go to the cave or the boardwalk and find her boys. 

She stepped onto the sand, careful not to step on a scuttering crab before heading to her clothes which---

They weren’t there. Her jacket. Her shirt. Even her swimsuit and bag were gone, hot tears filled her eyes arms wrapping around her bare body as she fell into the sand with a thud. Her breathing was hard and ragged. The bullying through the day seemed to have built up to this moment. It was as if time hadn’t moved since she was 16 and trying to blend in only to stand out more. She coughed out a sob. She hardly registered the rumbling of motors coming down the beach. 

---

“This is lame,” Marko said. 

He chewed at the glove on his left hand anxiously. The group of boys seemed dull. David was simply browsing the night’s produce, deciding which bodies could fill their bellies and the boredom without their mate to complete their family. 

No one peaked his curiosity. Hell, he wasn’t even that hungry, at least not that kind of hunger. David could practically still taste her on his tongue and her smell still lingered on the boardwalk. It was hours old but he knew her scent so well that it could’ve been just a few seconds ago. 

He was growing irritated. Like a caged jaguar. He wanted to rip into something, but had no one good enough. Nothing caught his interest other than a back and fourth look over the crowd. 

“Maybe (Y/n)’s friends left,” Paul said, hopeful. 

“If that’s the case she’d come to us,” Dwayne said, leaning back a bit on his bike. 

He stretched and grunted slight before leaning forward again on the handles. Dwayne didn’t need to stretch but it was an old human habit, like breathing. But he was disappointed when he remember that their little mate wasn’t their to ogle at his muscles beneath his skin. 

“Let’s go,” David flicked his cigarette carelessly. “No one looks worth it tonight,” 

They kicked off their bikes and onto the beach they drove. Taking the long sandy way home in the hopes of finding some form of entertainment. The pack were wooping and hollering but it didn’t feel as good as when it was filled with giggles. A piece of their coven was missing. David hated and loved how much she meant to the dynamic of their family. 

David inhales, sand brushed against his nostrils but that wasn’t the scent that bothered his nose. Tears. Fear. 

Her. 

Something was wrong, and David tried not to allow his true face out. He slowed his bike and the boys followed. Marko was next to him sniffing the air, he liked the smell of tears but not like this. They could see her curled in on her self crying. 

Naked. And crying. 

--

Leather enveloped her shoulders and she looked up to see Dwayne. He smiled at her sadly, kneeling to her level. 

He brushed a rough thumb under her eyes, wiping a tear off her cheek. 

“What the fuck happened, amore,” Marko was in front of her, hands gripping into fists. 

Pacing and cursing in Italian. David looked just as pissed and she didn’t see paul. Not until he threw the shirt he had on at her playfully. 

“Paul,” She whimpered. 

“Don’t even start, sugar. Just put it on,” 

His voice lacked any warmth. No happy go lucky Paul, but a serious man with anger in his voice. A black Led Zepplin shirt that smelled of him and weed. It stretched over her body, but it wasn’t enough to cover her bottom half. She moved Dwayne’s jacket to covers up but she was still very bare. But she did feel a bit better with her boys surrounding her. 

“What the hell happened,” David mimicked Marko’s question. 

His movements were so quiet she jumped when she turned to see him crouched infront of her, leather hands on her knees. 

“They convinced me to swim… without,” she sniffed. “Then took my clothes and left… I just want my jacket and bag back,” 

David pulled his large over coat off and placed it on her as well. 

“Don’t worry kitten, we’ll take care of it,” David said.

His gloved hand 

“I’ll take her back to the cave,” Dwayne said. 

He didn’t even hesitate. He lifted (Y/n) as if she weighed nothing, wrapping her tightly to keep her modest, not that anyone would see a thing or even look while in his arms. 

“I don’t,” 

“Don’t worry mama,” he soothed. “We’re flying. I’ll get my bike when you are in your nest,” 

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Paul, Marko, and David were off. Following the scent of fake cucumber and soon to be dead bitches. Marko was the first to spot them, his eyes were especially sharp when he was pissed off and hungry. They didn’t care about safety or stopping, they tailgated them until the women finally pulled off. Clearly, they weren’t very smart. David’s bike barely stopped when he hopped off. Rage was fueling him, and his eyes were yellow. His hunger had suddenly returned. 

“What the hell--,” the blonde yelled. 

“Where the fuck is her stuff,” 

The woman in pink finally looked into David’s face. She stammered. Marko had already ripped the door of the passengerside causing the women to scream. Paul smashed the back window, seeing (Y/n)’s clothes and bag. 

The brunette screamed again as Marko tugged her from her seat. He held her so tight her arm snapped under the force and she screamed again. Marko’s long tongue flicked out before he took a rough bite. 

They would be another set of missing people. 

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“Good thing you leave so much here,” Dwayne teased, running his hands over her thigh. It was a pair of sweat pants she had forgotten ages ago but she was grateful for them. She didn’t want to steal another item of their clothes. 

“Though I still think you’d be cuter in my boxers,” 

They were laying in her next again, right under where the boys would sleep. It was safest to them and they liked having her there, since she would be joining them on the ceiling someday. Dwayne leaned forward, kissing another stray tear. He had already left and retrieved his bike, and now he could be comfortable with her. His jacket was still over her shoulders and she was hugging David’s like a security blanket. 

Tears still crept from her eyes, but he could tell she was feeling better. 

His fingers traced over the waist band of her hips and he kissed another stray tear away. He kissed down her cheek all the way to her lips. Dwayne smiled when she returned the kiss, moving so she could touch his body. The cave rumbled and the other vampires came in wildly. The curtains moved and the first boy rushed in, bag on his shoulder and a grin on his face.

“Sorry, Dwayne. There wasn’t enough bitch for all of us,” Paul said patting his shoulder.

Happy Paul was back but his face and hands were coated in blood. He placed her things beside her bed and he leaned in to kiss her but Dwayne put a hand against his other lover’s chest. 

“Clean first, then kiss her.” 

“Yeah yeah, human blood disease,” Paul hissed. 

Marko rushed in next. Wild eyed and looking like he could go for another fight. But he was clean, or at least his skin was. His shirt was stained and ripped apart but his jacket was a beautiful as alway. 

 His eyes flickered around and landed on his girl. Puffy eyed, but smiling at him. 

“Feeling better, Venus?” He teased. 

She nodded. 

He shrugged his jacket off, then shoes, then his shirt before climbing in behind her. His arms snaked around her middle, squeezing at the doughy flesh of her belly just right. 

“Stop! That tickles,” She giggled trying to pull away from him. 

“Amore, how can I stop when you are just so irresistible,” 

Dwayne rolled his eyes at the antics. “Marko,” He was stern. 

Marko paused his tickling and rolled his eyes before just hugging his hurting mate from behind. He kissed her neck and nipped at the skin softly. 

“Don’t worry, my Venus,” he whispered. “Those girls wont ever hurt you again,” 

His breath is cool against her skin and she can’t help but to hum. She leaned against Marko and he allowed her enjoying her against his chest. 

The curtains pulled back again, David was now also shirtless his hair damp and gel-less. It was slightly messy without product and (Y/n) loved it very much. His lips curl into a smug smile. 

“I’m glad you like my jacket, kitten but I think I’d be a better replacement,” 

He crawled into the nest as well. He sat between Dwayne and (Y/n) taking the jacket from her hands before pulling her from Marko’s grip. She layed against his soft chest and he purred as her fingers danced over his soft belly before gently playing with his chest hair. Marko found himself back behind her, hugging for dear life. His fingers tapped against her middle. 

They all seemed to be buzzing with energy. 

“What the fuck? Why are you guys hogging the babe!” 

Paul launched himself into the pile of lovers wedging himself between the tangled legs of (Y/n) and David. Dwayne rolled his eyes before scooting into David’s other side, placing a hand on the exposed midriff of his princess. 

“I don’t think I want friends anymore,” she hummed. “You guys are like friends and boyfriends wrapped in one,” 

“You should still have friends,” Dwayne said gently. “I bet you’d like Gloria,” 

“No, I think i’m content,” 

“Whatever you want kitten,” David said. “That’s what you’ll get,” 

His fingers traced over any skin or into any hair that he could. They went down to her jaw and gently lifted her chin. He pressed a kiss against her lips. 

“I want to kiss her,” Paul huffed, pushing up against David’s stomach to climb to her face.

David grunted in annoyance but held his tongue from shouting at the vamponeside golden retriever. He just watched as he sloppily devoured her lips. 

She was never going to be alone like that again. He wouldn’t allow it. 

[strawberryscribblesandwrites]

Vampires vs Bath time

Marko x reader x Paul

Summary: your two blond vampire boyfriends visit you and things get a little steamy ;)

Author's note: I might do full smut part two we shall see

A cool breeze ruffled my hair, the smell of the sea being carried by it. That was one of the few perks of living right near the boardwalk, the fresh smell of the salty ocean.

Another perk was that I was close to my boys.

Ah, my boys. How could I begin to describe my undead delinquents? Well you have David, the ring leader, charming sinister energy to him at first but once you get to know him he had a soft spot for his lost boys. Dwayne is the silent brooding type, he loves reading and riding his bike with the others. Marko and Paul, the messy mischief makers filled with a childish hyperactiveness to them.

When I first met my boys they were well they were kind of a mess, only washing in the ocean, living then with frizzy matted hair- they would occasionally use the public showers near the boardwalks, but after meeting them I was adamant that they should keep good hygiene, especially if we were to all be in a relationship. David and Dwayne followed my rule and would pop in to have a proper hot shower or bath.

Now, Paul and Marko.... would try their best to remember but they would often get caught up in their shenanigans.

My radio was playing a loud rock song that reminded me of a thrilling night in the cave. I danced around my room without a care until the sound of a shrill wolf whistle and catcalling made me jump out of my skin. Spinning around to face my open window, I saw none other than the pair of blonde vamps. Their faces and clothes smeared with thick blood.

"What the hell" I whisper shouted at them.

"Aww baby don't be like that, it was a good show" Paul said with a smirk while Marko was giggling like a mad man. "Hurry in before anyone sees you" I said, shaking my head trying to suppress a smile at their antics.

"Do not touch anything" I said sternly as they came through my window. I walked to my set of draws and got the pair some comfy clothes to chuck on while I put their blood-drenched clothes in the wash. "Let me guess you were playing with your food and got too messy?" I asked them over my shoulder. "You could say that” David said “We were starting to stink up the place" Marko mumbled, like a child being told off. "I think we could have gone a few more days before we needed a good wash" Paul said in a joking manner.

"Gross" I stated.

Putting the boy's respective comfy clothes on my bed, I turned to the pair to inspect which of them needed a more thorough approach. Looking at Paul, he didn't seem too bad. His hair was stiff, as were his clothes- covered in deep, sticky blood. But other than that he didn't seem too bad. Marko, on the other hand, had his shirt half ripped and his soaked jacket looked particularly crusty. His chaps had seen better days, not to even mention how his hair was stuck together, all matted with blood clots.

"Paul you're up first, Marko baby you need extra care. I swear if you boys continue this I'll start treating you like actual dogs and just put you in the paddling pool and hose you down" I threatened

"Woof" Marko said smirking causing Paul to explode with laughter

"Sugar, we aren't that bad" he said breathlessly between laughs. I just hummed in response, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Baby, you just stay there. You can read some comics on my desk, I don't mind you getting a mess on my desk chair" I told him over my shoulder.

Turning on the taps of my bath, I added some soap and set some shampoo, conditioner and body wash on the side of the tub.

"Strip" I said pointing to the bath.

"Oooh, no need to be so snappy. If you wanted me naked you should just ask nicely" he said in a seductive tone.

"Not tonight casanova" I told him, causing him to pout.

I walked out of the bathroom giving him his privacy to get in the tub. Waiting, till I heard him shout through the door he was ready. I opened the door to collect his clothes.

"Hey baby, do you think you can wash my hair?" he asked softly. "Of course I can sweetie" I smiled.

Popping my head back into my room after I had put Paul's clothes into the washing machine, I was met with the sight of Marko, with his feet kicked up on my desk engrossed in one of my many comics. I made my way back to the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for a response before making my way in.

Paul lay in the bath, his wet hair pooling around his broad shoulders, his face and chest absent of the blood that was there earlier that night. "Hey Paulie" I said softly as I kneeled by the bath. He gave me a sweet smile as he sat up giving me better access to his head.

I truly loved nights like these with my boys. Sure they were killers, but they were also the boys that always treated me with love and care.

Kissing Paul's shoulder, I leaned for the shampoo, squirting some on my hand and massaging it into his scalp, causing Paul to let out a soft groan, my nails raking across his head."Have I told you how much I love you?" Paul breathlessly groaned as I started pouring water gently over his hair. “I'm always happy to hear it baby” I said, kissing his shoulder again.

I continued rinsing his hair until it was free of soap, repeating the process with the conditioner. “I could get used to this” Paul sighed, as the water sloshed round the tub as he started to stand up. “Well, I'm glad to hear that because I would prefer it if my boyfriend didn't smell like a corpse when I see him” I chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bath. “Aww, don't you find the smell of rotting sexy babe” he teased, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his bare chest. “Hmmm. Nope. I don’t think it is” I joked into his chest.

“Come on pretty boy, Marko needs a bath and a good scrub” I said, kissing his chest, causing a deep rumble to spread through him.

“Your clothes are on the bed and the hair dryer is in my desk drawer” I said, opening the door of the bathroom for him.

I leaned down putting my hand in the now lukewarm water to pull out the plug and let it drain .

Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe of my room, I watched as Paul moved over to my desk where Marko was sat. Paul leaned over him to get to the draw, allowing Marko to quickly lean up and kiss his jaw. “You smell nice” he told him. “Thanks bud” he said with a soft smile, retrieving the hair dryer.

Moving back to the bathroom as the last of the bath water emptied out, I replugged it, filling it with hot water and more soap, waiting until the bath was full until I called on Marko.

After a few minutes, he hadn't come. I decided to see why he was taking so long, walking over to my desk and leaning down over his shoulder. “Marko baby, why aren't you coming to the bathroom?” I asked softly.

“Babe, this comic is bitchin’. Look!” he said, excitedly showing me the panels of two characters fighting. Chuckling, I kissed his temple. “That's pretty cool, but ya gotta get a wash baby”. He groaned as he put the comic down.

We both moved to the bathroom where the bath was almost full of hot water and soap. “Pass me your jacket” I told the blond vampire. He shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. Giving a quick thank you, I moved his jacket to the kitchen where I could hand wash it.

I knocked on the door of the bathroom and waited for the okay from Marko to come in.

“Hey” he said, as I entered the steamy bathroom. “Hi” I smiled.

Marko was sat up straight in the water. Unlike Paul, he hadn’t bothered to rid his face and chest of congealed and dried blood .

Kneeling by the bathtub, I soaked the washcloth in the water, bringing it up to Marko’s face and gently scrubbed his chin. “You're both such messy eaters, you know that?” I asked with a chuckle. “We can’t help it babe, we just get a lil excited is all” he stated with a smile. I chuckled slightly at his response.

Gently, I grabbed his chin and tilted his head back so that I could wipe the blood from his neck. Occasionally, I would re-wet the cloth until his neck was clear of blood. I placed a set of soft kisses on his neck, up to his jawline. Pulling away from Marko, I dipped the cloth back in the water.

“Why are you so gentle with us?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” I asked, while tilting my head and smiling softly.

“Well, I mean, you’re so soft with us. You make sure we are clean, and I mean- well look at you. You’re cleaning a bloodthirsty creature of the night” he stated. “I mean, you wash Pauls hair, you give David massages when he gets worked up, you sit and read with Dwayne, and don’t even get me started on how soft you are with Laddie. You buy him allsorts. You treat us so well and I don’t understand why” he said bewildered

“Hmm. Well, the answer is simple” I said as I brought my soapy hand up to his cheek. “It’s because I love you all, so very dearly” I smiled sweetly.

Marko broke out into a wide smile. “Awww, babe. You love us? Ewww” He joked as he pulled me into a kiss.

Pulling away, I gave him a soft look.“Alright lover boy, I should really wash your hair now. It’s all matted” I said. Sternly grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I started to lather his hair. “It smells like you” he mumbled to himself as I continued the process of lathering and rinsing until there were no more suds in his hair.

Grabbing the conditioner, I gently raked it through his hair before grabbing a comb to get the knots out of his curly hair, being careful not to pull and hurt him. Once I was done running the conditioner through his hair, I rinsed it all out.

“Alright, I'm gonna give your jacket a wash. I’m sure you can handle the rest from here” I said. Standing from the bathroom floor, I moved to the door.

Before I stepped down the stairs I went to check on Paul, he was on my bed, towel still low on his hips as he read one of the comics Marko had earlier. He’d turned the rock music on my radio higher, seeming comfortable

I carefully made my way down the stairs with the rest of Markos clothes in my arms. I walked into the kitchen, putting his jeans and shirt in the washing machine and setting it away along with Paul's clothes. The sloshing sound of the washer filling with water engulfed the silent kitchen. Grabbing Marko’s jacket, I filled the sink with cold water and detergent then began gently scrubbing at the blood stains, carefully, so as to not ruin it. I hummed a random song I had heard from the radio earlier as I worked away to rid the jacket of all the blood soaking it.

I stiffened as a pair of cold hands made their way round my waist.

“What you doing down here all by yourself?” Paul hummed huskily in my ear as his hand made its way under my shirt.

“Ah! Paul baby, your hands are freezing” I squealed, trying to squirm away from him.

“Well, you can help me warm them up” He mumbled against my skin. Paul started to drag his lips slowly down my neck until he reached the junction where my neck met my shoulders. I hummed at the feeling of his soft lips on the crook of my neck, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

“I heard you and Marko in the bathroom” He whispered as he began kissing and nibbling back up my neck to my ear, causing me to let out a low huffy breath. “We love you too” he said as he pulled away, causing my hairs to stand on end.

Groaning at the loss of one of my vampire boyfriends body on mine, I turned to see his face lit up with a devilish smirk.

“Come on, Marks waiting” He informed, deciding I could finish washing markos jacket later. I dried my hands on a dish towel before following Paul up the stairs to my room.

As I entered the room I was met with the sight of Marko drying his hair with the spare towel I had given him earlier.

“Hey baby” He said joyfully with a smile. I chuckled at his joy. Paul had once again wrapped himself around me as he swayed to the rock music on the radio. He would occasionally place kisses along my neck.

Marko soon made his way over to us both. He placed one of his hands on my hips as he brought the other to my cheek to pull me into a passionate kiss.

The feeling of Marko’s lips on mine mixed with the feeling of Paul’s nibbling kisses and occasionally licking my neck made my head spin.

“Boys” I groaned at there attack as I pulled away from Marko for air, leaning my head back.

This only allowed the pair to continue their attack. Marko dove in, attaching his lips to the underside of my jaw.

Paul pulled away giggling. “Aww, look Marko, we have them melting” Paul teased, causing the other boy to pull away with a smile.

“You boys are the worst”. I groaned at the loss of their touch.

“You sure about that sugar?” Paul said as he tilted my chin to pull me into a passionate kiss. Marko trailed his cold hands from my hips up my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips trailing up my chest sent shivers down my spine, causing me to let out a moan into the kiss with paul.

Marko continued his path, his cold hand grabbed my chest with a dark chuckle. “Your heart is beating so fast baby. Do we really get you going that bad?” He said as he lifted my shirt and kissed my hip before he made his way up my stomach. The feeling of his soft breathing on my skin made my stomach muscles tense. It felt like the most heavenly torture.

He pulled away, making me internally groan. “You made them all whiney” Paul cooed in mock sympathy, causing Marko to giggle as he pulled my shirt off.

His nails gently dragged my hips closer to his face the cold tip of his nose hitting just above my hip made my body shiver in anticipation, Markos eye flitted up to mine then to pauls.

Paul's hand trailed up my chest his hand trailed up my chest to my his hands were soft as he moved my head slightly to the side and slowly licked up my neck before I felt the nipping feeling of his teeth dragging along the tender skin below my ear. Marko had pulled away from my hip his fingers digging under the hem of my jeans with a smirk “mmm hey paul do you think they are desperate enough” he rasped to the other vampire “nope” paul replied Marko breathily My room once filled with loud rock music was replaced by my own breathy wines and moans mixed with the raspy teasing giggles of Marko and paul they really did love teasing.

[redamancy-writes]

Ride of a Lifetime - David x Female!Reader

Word Count- 932

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987

Pairing- David (The Lost Boys 1987) x Female! Reader

Title - Ride of a Lifetime

"I haven't seen you in some time now." Your words felt wrong as they came out of your mouth as you approached David. Too abrupt, too formal, too…Not how you usually were with him. Greetings between the two of you were soft smiles and chaste kisses before Paul and Marko demanded you join the four of them in whatever shenanigans they were planning. 

The rest of the boys got the hint that you likely wanted to talk alone, Paul making an ‘ok’ motion with his hand as Dwayne took the lead in their exit, heading towards the rides. You hadn’t seen them in what felt like weeks but only a few short days had passed since you had seen the group, or even the blond man in front of you. 

He finally got the nerve to tell you, to ignore his urge to keep playing in a fantasy land that you two were human lovers, to tell you all about him and his friends and what they were. His eyes were lit up with an emotion you had never seen before, the way his lips stretched into a grin as in the same breath he told you he loved you and wanted to be with you for eternity, he wanted you to become one of them. 

But you ran. You were so overwhelmed and confused, you ran from him. Ever since that night you had come to the boardwalk, seeking him out to try and make amends, to explain you were scared and needed to process things, but well, that didn’t seem to matter now. The rampage that went through the cave was still visible no matter how much Star and Laddie attempted to tidy up the mess of shredded cushions and torn blankets. 

"Well, I was avoiding you if that wasn’t easy enough to figure out,”  David replied with a flick of his cigarette, looking relatively unimpressed. “But my luck obviously ran out, since you found me.”  

Masking the hurt he felt with a face of annoyance as you awkwardly stood in front of him while he leaned against the wooden railings of the boardwalk. 

“Oh,” All the hope that had built in your chest deflated. “I see, well,” You looked to the side to see the boys hopping onto the carousel, not a care in the world to pay for a ticket as they took their seats. 

“I won’t be a bother anymore then,” You said simply, the back of your eyes stinging with tears but you didn’t dare let them spill. Nodding to yourself you turned on your heel, already getting ready to fish your car keys out of your bag. 

“Why did you come back?” David’s eyes were trained on the back of your head, narrowed as he analyzed your body language. 

“For you,” You said, pausing your search for your keys but still facing away from him. Your words were no louder than a mumble, but he heard you all thanks to his supernatural hearing. 

Neither of you two said anything, but as you turned around you noticed he was suddenly much closer to you now  than before you even began walking away. 

“I care for you, David,” You got the guts to say it, wanting to at least tell him for one last time just how much he meant to you, “You know I love you,” You felt shy as his face never changed, your nerves made you doubt your ability to read him as he analyzed your every move. 

“I was scared and confused and I didn’t know what to think so I just…” You blew air out of your mouth with a bitter laugh. “Just forget it, forget I ever came back. I..” You wanted to say ‘I’ll see you around,’ but the ache of knowing that if you did, he’d ignore your existence stopped you from saying it. 

“I hope you have a great night, have fun with the boys,” You chose to say instead, giving a smile to try and play off the facade that you were okay with walking away from him. 

Before you could turn to walk away from him again, you were pulled into a tight embrace as David’s cigarette fell to the ground. David’s smell always brought you comfort, leather and cigarettes with a hint of iron. As his familiar smell invaded your senses, you relaxed into his embrace, gripping the back of his leather trench coat.

He didn’t say anything, but his tight grip on you while he buried his face in your neck told you all you needed to know. He was hurt, he was angry, he was afraid you’d never come back to him. But you were here now, and that’s all that mattered to him as he inhaled your scent, as if to confirm his mind wasn’t paying tricks on him like he was able to do to others. 

For a moment, he just held you, but after a while he pulled away. “Come on,” He murmured, gloved hand reaching out to you. 

“Where are we going?” You grinned at him as you placed your hand into his. 

“Take a ride with me, (Y/n),” He didn’t pull you, but kept your hand in his as he waited for you to make a decision. “A ride of a lifetime,” David grinned and you felt your heart do summersaults as you closed the distance. 

David brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles before releasing his grip on you, allowing you to maneuver yourself behind him on the bike. 

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BESTIIEEE AHHH !!! SO FREAKING GOOD!!! I was so excited when I saw chapter one was posted!

Reader is such a baddie and so strong!! I can’t wait for her interactions with tlb it’s gonna be so good because she takes absolutely no shit from anyone if she can help it. sans max, the big meanie.

also the concept of a black widow robin hood is EVERYTHING!!! YES!!! like not only is she taking back her life and all the things she wasn’t afforded as a human but she hasn’t forgotten where she came from and how she was treated and helps others that were like her MY HEART 🥺

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Prologue

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Chapter one, New York, 1986

“what if I told you that I could do more than heal you? What if I could restore your life and then some? Would you want that?”

“I’m not ready to die, I’m so scared. Please don’t let me die, not like this.”

“I am truly sorry that there isn’t enough time to do this the gentle way, I hope you can forgive me.”

Sharp fangs sinking into your neck always jostled you from your reoccurring nightmare. You sighed as you surveyed the sweat covered sheets surrounding you, running a hand through your hair as you fought to banish your fear.

After that awful night in the alley where Max has found you, you’d ran as far as you could, trading the west coast for the east. But no matter how fast you ran, you couldn’t escape your own mind.

Your life as a human was long gone, but the memories populated your nightmares. They reminded you that no matter how different you were now, how strong, you would always be that pitiful girl who’d almost died, alone and unloved.

Whatever you were now could never erase the fact that you used to be nothing to this world.

You slunk out of bed and sauntered to your balcony, taking in the breathtaking sight of New York City when night fell.

Your hands gripped the railing as your eyes scanned the bright lights, the racing cars, and the bustling crowds. You breathed in deeply, taking in your last view from the balcony before you had to flee your apartment and search for a new one, attached to a new sucker for you to use.

As much as you loathed it, your vampirism allowed you to take revenge on the cruel and wealthy in ways you’d never been able to before.

While other vampires went straight in for the kill, you preferred to play with your food. You didn’t just want to feed on random humans, you wanted the ones you chose to suffer.

You preyed on the titans of Wall Street, the trust fund babies, the old money bastards and all the other men who would have stepped over your corpse in the gutter.

You were beautiful and you knew it. It was never a struggle to ensnare them. You hung around at the fanciest restaurants in the upper east side, and the classiest bars in the financial district. Hunting was pointless, the men came to you.

You spent a few weeks stroking their egos, among other things, and they gave you anything you wanted. The money, the power, the influence they had became yours just as much as it was theirs.

They allowed you into their homes and their hearts. When you were sure that they trusted you, that they loved you, you dropped the mask and showed them who you really were, teeth and all.

Maybe you should feel bad for using them and draining them, and some part of you did feel a small pang of guilt every time the life drained from their terrified eyes.

But you had walked with them at night as they ignored the starving people that lined the streets of the city. They refused to offer even a cent of their “hard-earned” money.

When your eyes welled with tears at the downtrodden state of those around you, they wouldn’t dry your tears. Instead, the rich men would tell you that those stranded on street corners had earned their place in life.

“How will they learn?” they’d ask you. “We can’t just give people money,” they’d patronize you, “this is America! Anyone can pull themselves up by their bootstraps nowadays.”

They’d assure you that they helped them more by not sharing a minuscule amount of their vast wealth. The homeless were a plague on the city, they’d insist. Didn’t you want them to help themselves?

So the men you killed, their deaths didn’t bother you much.

You shivered as you replayed their screams over and over again in your head. They called you a murderer, a monster, and maybe you were.

But so were they. You’d killed over and over, but every person on a street-corner they’d all but spit on, every dollar they’d hoarded that could have saved your family all those years ago, they were murderers too, they were more monster then you could ever be.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a firm knocking at your door.

Your blood ran cold. You knew it’d been a risk to feed on those humans that society had deemed to be the elite and important. But you hadn’t realized your actions would catch up with you this quickly.

You didn’t want to slaughter a hoard of police officers, but you’d do what you had to to keep your freedom. You cautiously unlatched the door and pulled it open.

Though you’d expected to be met with the business end of many pistols, the sight before you was much, much worse.

Wrapped in a taupe suit with not a visible wrinkle, glasses perched on his nose, the vision of the man you’d met in the alley all those years ago stood before you, a frown etched onto his face.

You gasped, moving to slam the door on him, but before you could he wedged his foot in, holding the entrance open and pushing past you.

You hadn’t felt so small and weak since you were human. Max had a way of doing that to you.

“Hello daughter,” he uttered nonchalantly as his eyes took in the sight of your stolen apartment.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, struggling to keep your anger at bay. “You’re not my father,” you spit, “not even close. I had a father remember? Because of you I’ll never see him again.”

Max rolled his eyes, “foolish girl,” he stated, “when are you going to realize that this is the only eternity there is.”

He scoffed, “you are too old to be dwelling on fairytales of an afterlife anymore. Your family is gone, it’s been years, get over it.”

You fought back tears as he ridiculed the love for your family you still clung too. Your hand raised to slap him, but he caught it before you could.

“Ungrateful child,” he said through gritted teeth, “you embarrass me and you squander the gift you have been given.”

You snatched your hand from his grasp and rubbed your risk. “I never asked for this,” you reminded him, “you said you’d save my life, but I died in every way that matters, you lied.”

Max rolled his eyes once more, “I tire of your melodrama little girl. I’ve come to bring you home.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Home?” you laughed, humorlessly, “I have no home in California anymore. My home is here now.”

Max smirked, “which home?” he asked, “as I understand it you’ve become the little ‘black widow Robin Hood’ of the upper east side. You’ve had many many homes these past few years, but they’re not really yours, are they?” He raised an eyebrow.

You crossed your arms as your gaze fell. You hated that he was right.

“I’m not going with you,” you whispered.

He hummed, “you seem to be under the mistaken impression you have any choice in this matter.”

He placed his finger on your chin and tilted your head up, “I am your sire. You will obey me.” he commanded.

“I made you what you are, and I can destroy you just as easily.”

You cringed.

“You either come back with me, or you can return to the gutter,” his hand moved from your chin to wrap around your jaw, squeezing tightly, “but if you choose the gutter, I’ll ensure it is your final destination.”

You boiled with rage but you knew Max was right. He was older than you and much stronger. As your sire you were tired to him, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight his thrall.

He stole your mortality, your happiness, and he’d come back to steal your freedom too.

Yet you found yourself gathering your things to leave with him. You hated him, but god, you hated yourself too.

Max flicked the light in the apartment before grabbing your arm and leading you out the door.

He sighed, “I know you resent me now, but I’m only doing what’s best for you. I take care of my children, and I hope that in time you can learn to see me as your father.” he spoke in a rare moment of softness.

You took in his words silently, offering no reply, but sure of the fact that you would never see him as anything other than the man who’d doomed you to an eternity of emptiness and pain.

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[consuming-karma]

BABY’S FIRST EARRINGS.

buwan’s notes: usually I’d say smth about not being able to have a baby in this economy but I have severe baby fever this week teehee— apologies for the rlly bad writing also- this kinda sucked because I only rlly managed to work on this when I wasn’t working on my papers or my artwork sighh.

episode summary: it’s time for your baby bat’s first piercings! During your trip, you realize why it may not be such a good idea to bring the boys with you.

content warnings: might bring you baby fever as well, piercing a baby’s ears, emotional vamps.

taglist: @britany1997

[poly!the lost boys x mama!reader.]

“Wait, what do you mean you wanna pierce her ears?” Marko looked at you with a bewildered expression, staring at you as if you had two heads.

You bounced your baby on your hip, her giggles intensifying as the little jumps seemed to amuse her. “I think our baby bat would look adorable with earrings, hun!” You tensed your shoulders to show your baby bat to your husbands who all sat unconvinced.

“babe, she’s a baby bat, she doesn’t need piercings right away.” Paul pointed out confusingly. Marko nodded his head along, agreeing with his terror twin.

“I agree pretty, our baby can get her piercings when she’s older,” Marko walked up to you, his hands tucking themselves into yours to move Darlene into his arms.

“She is! Darlene’s turning one!” You argued, looking at Marko with a pout, letting the curly blonde take your baby from your arms.

“She’s still a babe! Besides she’s got her teens.” Marko grinned and gave her a small rub on the nose with his, making her squeal.

“It’s a norm, hun. She won’t feel a thing, promise!” You crossed your fingers on your undead chest, smiling innocently as the boys all looked at each other for further action.

“I mean..” Dwayne didn’t finish his sentence after that, only shrugging as he looked towards David who seemed to be thinking. “it wouldn’t be so bad.” David looked at you, as if saying ‘it better won’t hurt, he’s an asshole, but he will cry if his baby girl cries’.

You grinned, happy with the outcome of the conversation. “Hear that, baby bat? You’re gonna get earrings like your mama!” You giggled, pulling her from out of Marko’s arms and snuggling her to your chest, obviously excited.

“Is this really a good idea?” Paul looked at David, the platinum blonde shrugged before lighting another one of his cigarettes, the whole other side of the room away from his baby. “It’s an idea, that’s for sure.” David answered between gritted teeth, his cigarette between it as he opened his Zippo lighter.

The rest of the boys shrugged and focused their attention on you, where they saw you coddling their only offspring, making blabbering sounds and squealing at how cute your little bat was.

In their heads, all they thought was that it was going to be a-okay, and that their Darlene wouldn’t notice and would handle the pain.

They didn’t know how bad of an idea it was until they had arrived at the overnight mall to the local medical clinic.

“Ok Darlene, ready to be the cutest bling baby in the world?” You asked in a baby voice, Darlene could barely reply to you as she was only five months old, her vocabulary consisting of ‘wahs’ and ‘woos’.

“So where are we getting her pierced?” Dwayne walked up to the two of you, his hands instantly grabbing hold of your waist and under your sweater as his fingers connected with your soft skin.

You smiled at the comforting gesture, before pointing to the seemingly squeaky clean clinic at the mall. “There, the clinic.” Dwayne glanced at you with an unreadable expression before giving his baby, Darlene, a strained smile. “Why not Claire’s, babe?” Paul pointed to the purple and pink glittery store of girlishness.

“No! Claire’s doesn’t even clean their needles, my baby deserves the cleanest out there.” You stated, determined to not spend another sleepless night because your baby got a sickness.

Paul let out a scoff, looking off to the side, mumbling. “I got pierced there just fine..”

You blew a raspberry into her chubby cheeks, making her squeal and grab onto your hair, making you laugh. The group of you walked to the clinic, Marko and Paul bumping into people half of the way since they kept making funny faces at Darlene, instead of looking ahead of them.

“I know a doctor here, so she’ll be fine, isn’t that right baby bat?” You smiled in relief as Darlene grabbed onto your finger. “Oooh~ I can’t wait until you’re all blinged up and matching earrings with me, baby bat!” You felt yourself shake with glee, excited to see your baby get her first piercings.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t gonna be so great?” Paul looked at Dwayne, who seemed to think the same thing, watching you walk up to the front desk.

“Nah, I get you bud, I’ve got the bad kind of butterflies in my tummy right now.” Marko agreed, patting his tummy as if it would help with the feeling.

“Now boys, we gotta trust our girl, I’m sure she’s got it under control.” See, now David’s lying to himself, he’s got the shivers, but he doesn’t want to be an ass in front of his little girl.

“David! I need your signature!” You called out, ripping the platinum blonde away from his boys. Your arms held your baby girl to your chest, she was busy babbling and grabbing onto your shirt, unaware of her surroundings.

You cooed, kissing your baby’s forehead before looking up, David looked at you with a look, before looking down at the clipboard that held a document, you walked to his side, your finger pointing to the blank form.

“Here, sign.” You brought the pen close to him, David glanced at you, you glanced back, before looking down at the document. The platinum blonde picked up the pen and signed, unsure what the paper was for.

“What’s taking so long? Thought we’re getting her pierced?” Paul walked up, looking down at the paper. “Might as well get her checked out, just in case.” You shrugged, passing the finished clipboard to the nurse, who checked out the paper.

“Alright, you can wait for a bit, I’ll get you and your baby ready.” The nurse smiled, pointing to the direction of the waiting room. “I still don’t get why this mall has a clinic.” Marko looked around the clean and dull room.

“Don’t know, but I’ll say it’s convenient.” Paul shrugged, happily taking a seat at one of the many plastic chairs. You followed suit, sitting beside Paul, the blonde instinctively placed his arm around your shoulders, his gaze instantly locking onto his baby girl.

“Hi buttercup, ready for your piercings? Gonna look cool as your daddies!” Paul’s free hand reached across to squeeze your baby’s chubby cheeks, she happily cooed, grabbing against the blonde’s big hands.

Paul couldn’t help but grin at the small gesture, seeing both of his chubby baby’s palms not even be able to cover his one hand. Darlene reached up to tug at his bracelets, in awe of one of her dad’s jewelry.

The rest of the boys looked on in amusement, absolutely adoring their little baby in your lap. They hoped that their baby bat wouldn’t grow up too soon, it felt like you popped her out not even a week ago!

“Darlene Powers?” You jumped at the sudden calling of your baby, looking up to see your friend. You waved excitedly, she was one of your mom friends, spending the third trimester of your baby with her as she was also pregnant with her own son.

“Abby! Hi!” You greeted, gently sitting up and walking towards the doctor, who smiled and greeted your baby with a gentle wave. “Nice seeing you here, (Y/N)! You too, baby Darlene!” She giggled, pinching your baby’s cheeks.

The boys followed with you, walking further and further into the bright halls of the clinic as Abby ushered you into a vacant room. “When do you think we could get our babies together for a play date? I think Darlene would get along with Avery.” You giggled, gushing with Abby with her baby.

“Soon enough, girl! we could leave them with my husband, and maybe treat our selves because god knows we need it.” Abby joked, pointing to her eye bags.

“Oh my god, yes! I need a break!” You laughed, sitting down at one of the chairs in the room.

Paul whispered to you, looking at Abby with a confused expression, “is Avery a girl or boy?” You looked at Paul mirroring his own expression. “Why does it matter?” You replied.

“well, don’t want our little girl already meeting some dude when she hasn’t even been on earth for long..” Paul shrugged, leaning back. You smacked his arm for thinking like that, you were definitely annoyed.

The boys seemed to quiet down, only mumbling at each other. David leaned against the wall as Marko and Paul opted to sit on the examination bed in the room. Dwayne sat in the extra chair in the room with his arms crossed.

“Okay, so I’m hearing that you’re getting this little cutie her first piercings?” Abby pinched Darlene’s cheeks once again, obviously falling victim to the baby fat.

“That’s right, want her to be matching me and her daddies, isn’t that right, baby bat?” Darlene seemed to babble, as if answering your question. “She’s a gem.” Abby awed at Darlene before looking off to her papers.

“Do you want to get her checked out first, or should we get it over with?” Abby asked, looking at the boys for clarification. David and the boys looked at her with blank expressions, unsure. They looked off to you, they were only greeted with an expectant look from you.

“You’re the dads, not me.” You jogged your knee, calming Darlene down as you waited for their answer.

“I guess, uh check her out first?” Dwayne answered for his brothers, looking at you reluctantly before watching Abby nod and grab another sheet of paper. “Alright then, let‘a see if this pretty cutie has anything.” Abby cooed, grabbing her stethoscope.

“Seems like Darlene doesn’t have anything bad, she’s perfectly healthy, good for you dads!” Abby gave the boys a closed smile, before pulling out the equipment for your baby’s piercings.

“I suggest one of your husbands hold Darlene, (Y/N). Babies can get pretty squirmy when the gun’s in the ear.” Paul suddenly shot up in alarm. “Gun?” Paul asked, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s a piercing gun.” You nonchalantly replied, watching your friend sterilize her equipment before looking at you expectantly.

Paul looked at Marko with genuine fear, Marko shrugged as well, looking at David, who didn’t bother to continue eye contact.

“Oh? Oh! Dwayne, switch with me, you gotta hold her.” You stood up with your baby, waiting for your dark-haired boyfriend to move. “Why me?” Dwayne looked at you with confusion.

“Okay don’t switch with me, don’t hold your baby ever again.” You looked at him with a deadpanned expression, Dwayne jumped out of his seat and switched with you. “Okay! Okay.” He felt himself break into a cold sweat as you smiled and placed his baby on his lap.

“Okay, I need you to hold her to your chest, put your hand on her forehead like this.” Abby gently placed her hand on Darlene’s head, her palm curling around your baby’s forehead.

Dwayne did as he was told, holding Darlene to his chest confusingly. The boys watched on looking relaxed, you watched as Abby readied the needle of the gun, you handed her the bat studs you had picked out the night before as she loaded the gun.

“Alright, don’t flinch, she’ll feel it too.” Abby warned Dwayne before gently placing your baby’s earlobe into the gun, getting ready to pierce.

Dwayne held Abby’s forehead firmly yet gently, trying to keep his baby still, he felt anxious at the piercing gun in his daughter’s ear. Abby softly counted down from three before quickly pushing on the trigger, a small click being heard.

Paul flinched at the sound of the piercing gun while Marko bit his thumb from to keep him screaming out, even David couldn’t get his eyes off the gun. As soon as the piercing gun retreated for the next earring, the boys turned to Darlene.

What the boys were expecting was a small whimper or a surprised coo from the sudden pierce, but what they got instead is a heartbreaking wail.

You couldn’t help but pout and coo at your baby. “Oh darlie, it’s okay hun,” you gently patted your baby’s thigh as she let out wails and tears rand down her rosy cheeks.

Dwayne looked in pain at Darlene’s wails, feeling the vibrations of his baby crying in his chest as he grunted in guilt, he cringed at Darlene’s squirming as she cried, looking up at you with a glare.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boys’ reaction, snickering in your seat at they all glared at you as if you had personally pierced their baby girl.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” You managed to spit out between laughs, looking around the room to see Dwayne and David burning the hardest holes into your face. “You said it wouldn’t be bad.” Dwayne spoke in gritted teeth.

“I never said it wouldn’t be bad, but I didn’t say it would feel nice either.” You scoffed playfully, your dark-haired boyfriend clenching his jaw in guilt and obviously upset that he was tricked into making his baby cry.

“Babe, I don’t think I’d ever say this but I really truly hate you.” Paul shook his head, using his wrist to cover his eyes. “Are you crying?! Paul?!” You spoke, appalled at Paul’s behaviour.

“My baby girl is crying! Why the fuck wouldn’t I!” Paul cried out, his sniffles melding with your baby girl’s wails. Dwayne let out a guilty sigh, bouncing his knee to soothe their baby girl.

“She’s almost done, c’mon guys!” You looked around the boys, seeing Marko biting his thumb and looking away, Paul gently looking over your baby’s ear and Dwayne pinching the bridge of his nose.

You looked over to David, who seemed to stare at the wall and wipe his cheek before he sniffled loudly. “David? You too? Really?” You turned to the platinum blonde, who just glared at you.

His loss for words only made you laugh harder as you held your stomach. Abby giggled, before asking Dwayne to turn their baby bat’s head to the side for the second ear.

Dwayne looked up at David with a ‘do I really have to?’ Look, refusing to hear his baby’s heartbreaking wails once again. David just gritted his teeth and gave him a look that told the dark-haired man to just do it.

Abby readied the gun once again, counting down. Marko couldn’t watch again as he had turned completely around, his eyes shut and his thumb in his mouth. If Marko still didn’t have the instincts to stop before he could’ve made a mark in his thumb, he’d have lost it biting it hard.

The rest of the boys were all dreading it, the trigger of the gun as it pierced through their sweet Darlene’s earlobes.

Abby gently placed her finger on the trigger before finishing her countdown, “one, two, three!—“ the trigger was pulled back as everyone besides you and Abby jumped in their spots, another round of wails and cries left your baby as you cooed, trying to soothe your baby girl.

“Oh, poor baby! It’s over, honey! No more!” You pouted, instantly taking your baby girl out of Dwayne’s arms, the dark-haired boy leaned back and closed his eyes, gulping anxiously.

“Don’t say that, babe! You’re the one who wanted her ears pierced!” Paul cried out, obviously as upset as his baby bat.

You looked around once more at the boys, David was no longer on the wall, his hands were on his hips like an old dad, looking down at the ground.

Marko had quickly walked up to his baby, looking at the earrings with a weak smile, “you look so pretty bubba, the prettiest baby out there.” He spoke, obviously shaken by their baby’s cries.

Paul had no longer leaned against the examination bed but had somewhat crouched down, his hands on his knees as if he ran a marathon.

“Oh my god, guys! Grow up, you’re acting like big babies and you weren’t even the ones who got pierced.” You rolled your eyes, thanking your friend for making a better earring than the sixteen year old workers at Claire’s.

Your friend laughed as she watched the boys maintain their posture, obviously amused by their reactions.

“I never wanna hear her cry like that again..” Paul said into his hands as you guys walked out of the clinic. You giggled, patting the boy’s back as he walked beside you and Darlene, gently pinching her cheeks.

“girl, give me my baby!” Marko spat out, reaching for his baby and taking her from your arms, you let out a small hey before Marko walked away from you, looking down at his baby bat.

“Oh bubba, they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they? You look so pretty,” Marko cooed, rubbing the back of his hand on your daughter’s baby cheeks.

“when you grow up, you can take dada’s other earring and wear it as well.” Marko softly grinned, bouncing Darlene in his arms as your baby had stopped crying and was now cooing.

“Maybe next time I won’t bring you guys, you four cried more than she did.” You teased, watching Marko make funny faces at Darlene in hopes of trying to get her to laugh.

“There’s a next time?!”

“Babe, you’re evil!”

“Like hell!”

“there’s no next time after that!”

The boys all yelled out in unison, looking at you with glared that could burn a hole into your head. “I’m kidding! Well, half- if Darlene wants any more in the future, then I wouldn’t stop her.” You giggled, the boys visibly relaxed at your words, two of your boys putting a hand on their chests.

“We love you mamas, but no, I think seeing my baby bat cry like that felt like a stake to the heart.” Dwayne kissed your temple as he walked past you with David, who kissed you on the lips.

The boys started to head towards the exit of the overnight mall, huddling around Marko, who held your baby girl in his arms. They all cooed and pinched her cheeks, a look of adoration and love all their faces.

You watched Dwayne gently hold your baby’s ears, looking at the pretty silver studs in her ears. You can see Dwayne whisper something to your baby before pulling back, a soft smile on his face.

David seemed to give a look to Marko, which made the curly-headed blonde hand Darlene to him. David gently held your baby in his arms, a rare smile painting his face.

Marko and Paul wouldn’t seem to leave your baby alone as the continued to dote on her, you felt your heart warm at the fact that your baby bat would have such loving boys as fathers.

“What a bunch of babies.” You softly laughed, before catching up to your family and getting ready to retreat back to the cave, something tells you that piercing your baby’s ears was an event enough for the night.

[so0thsayer]

random lost boys HCs !!! (x gn!reader)

I have to get these out of my system. They have been marinating for far too long man omg. Also, this is also my first post so................ lets pray i did this right🙏🙏 also i didnt really proof read lol

let me know if you wanna see more stuff like this :3

WARNINGS: mentions of scars, drugs, biting, scratching. slightly suggestive (nothing too crazy)

David: 𖦹 I'd kill for you.

𖦹 loves to leave marks and love bites anywhere he can sink his teeth. His favourite places to mark would probably be the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades and the inside of your thighs. He understands the importance of the marks not being visible to the public - so he likes to sink his fangs in places that most people cant see. BUT- he'd def leave hickeys in very obvious spots.

𖦹 Wants everyone to know you're his. Not afraid to get handsy in public if you let him.

𖦹 enjoys a good book every now and then, but only when your head is on his lap.

𖦹 typa guy to guide you around with his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your waist/ shoulders 24/7.

𖦹 Your seat in the cave is right next to his

Paul: 𖦹 He’s very touchy, but times that by 1000 when he gets his lips wrapped around that stick of holy grass (yes i am a paul does drugs sometimes believer). He would want to feel the heat of your skin, even scratching at you sometimes just to have a piece of you under his nails.

𖦹 Not scared to show affection in public. He has no shame.

𖦹 CONSTANT flirting

𖦹 Has a collection of stolen goods. Even stuff that he would never use. If you show an interest in a trinket he has stolen, he'll give it to you whether you want it or not.

𖦹 music buff. loves sharing his takes on popular songs and artists. He likes to bring you to the boardwalk stage to listen to some live music, usually sitting on the outer skirts of the crowd.

𖦹 has a bunch of stupid pet/nicknames for you. (dollface, sugar, sweetness, etc.)

Marko: 𖦹 hovers over you a lot. Always getting up and going places with you without a question, even if you dont ask him to come. He just really enjoys your company, never shy of interesting conversations.

𖦹 This man's love language is playful teasing, dont try to tell me otherwise !!! Not even in a mean way- just always striving to make you laugh in his own way.

"You got something there" He points at your shirt. As you look down, he flicks your nose. "Gotcha." He chuckles.

𖦹 the best at cooking out of the four of them, often taking over the cook pot to make your favourite meals.

𖦹 he'd bark at someone if they tried to get with you LMAO

𖦹 one of his favourite ways to pass the time with you is hitting the up the boardwalk clothes stores. He loves picking out new clothes for you, letting you know how good you look in them. "Damn, babe."

𖦹 having you over his shoulder gives him a constant ego boost.

Dwayne: 𖦹 I'd die for you.

𖦹 definitely love marks, scars etc. idk, he just seems like the kinda guy who would. He loves the way they feel under his fingers as he caresses his lover’s skin. He reads the stories they tell like brail. And for stretch marks, he loves the way they glisten in the light as they fade, and he loves the way they make an indent, rather than a bump for once. Perhaps he'd also like leaving a few marks of his own, like a bite mark or two, but he also doesn’t want to hurt you at the same time.

𖦹 cuddling with this man would be incredible.

𖦹 loves it when you play with his beautiful hair :3 (has a hard time asking for you to tho- he feels a great warmth when you do it without him asking). honestly just loves being touched by you in general

𖦹 he isn’t so much a go out of his way to smother you kinda guy, but he will gladly hug you tightly if you hug him. His favourite ways to touch you are to wrap his arm around his waist, putting his arm over your shoulder while you’re sitting with each other and stroking your hair and skin while you lay your head on his lap. He just loves to feel your warmth on his cold finger tips.

𖦹 100000000x more affectionate in private dude

𖦹 the moment you ask him for something he’s on it. “Hey, could you get me-“ and he’s already handing it to you. He loves helping you in every way possible.

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hope you enjoyed my first post !! :3 I know it's kinda short but I couldnt really find anything else to add😭 i am stressed