#David x reader X Dwayne

[doeyeddaydream]

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ David and Dwayne x fem reader ۶𖹭ৎ

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ I thought this would be really fun to indulge in, especially the character study and what I can make up from the few scenes they’ve had together. All the boys seem so tightly knit and bonded, but in unique ways due to their own personalities. So I’ve been thinking about how it’d work in a poly! Scenario with specific pairs and how they fit together. Warning, this is pretty long.

I'll be making one for all of the boys!

✧ ⁺  𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ sexual tension, slightly nsfw, suggestive but nothing happens, possessiveness, implied violence (not towards reader), overprotectiveness, little obsessive.

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David is confident and protective. Dwayne is broody and protective. With those two, you'll have your very own stern bodyguards.

They share a simmering passion that you can just feel with their gazes. Their care and guidance is alluring and hypnotic, a careful tiptoe game with smooth words and gentle approaches till you end up in their arms. It's rewarding. Being your shields and shelter, having you willingly go to them for protection.

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

·:*☆ Their possessiveness is alike

It’s calm and subtle. Shared glances and silent confidence, all whilst they keep an eye on you. Often you’ll feel one of their intense stares seeking you out, leaving you feeling flustered but seen.

The moment someone lets their wandering gaze linger too long, you'll feel a pair of hands reaching for your waist or shoulder to tuck you close, letting them know you're taken and under protection.

·:*☆ They’re your assigned protectors

David is confident and knows how to purr the right words to either lure someone in, or leave them fleeing in fright. Dwayne’s intensity pairs nicely with that, tall and leering and dark with his dead eyed glare. They ooze this ‘fuck around and find out’ energy.

David may find a little sadistic glee in making his food find out the hard way, hanging back and watching them grow bolder and bolder until he puts a stop to it- but Dwayne is much more straightforward and eager. They’re both eager to keep you safe and unscathed, since your human form is so delicate in comparison to their own vampiric ones.

They like to snoop- carefully inquiring to make sure all is well. David asks the questions, his voice soft and charming. Inquisitive enough to lure out your true feelings and the truth, but unguarded enough to make you feel safe to disclose anything that has upset you. He’s gentle in that respect. Giving you room to talk and unload what’s on your mind.

Dwayne, on the other hand, is much more observant more so than inquisitive. He keeps an eye out on things like bruises and cuts that may litter your skin. Carefully stroking them, gentle touches and heavy stares as he softly asks you where they come from out of concern. You banged your knee on your coffee table again? He’ll come over and fix that for you. You grazed your hand on yet another spiky succulent plant you tried hanging up by the window? He’ll swing round later tonight to put it up for you, just point where you want it. Just call for them if you need help next time, ok?

·:*☆ Boardwalk dates under their attentive watch

They like to calmly follow you around the boardwalk, letting you drag them around wherever you please. They don't stray far, only a few steps behind you as they watch on fondly. Trailing behind you carrying the prize stuffies that they've won for you, looking very not intimidating with oversized teddy bears and plush dolphins in their arms.

·:*☆ David can be coy and playful, and that often lures out the subtle playfulness in Dwayne

The dark haired vampire isn't all brooding stares and mysterious silence- he likes the thrill of the hunt and the passion of laughter and joy. Even if that joy includes tearing apart surf nazi prey and being reckless on his bike.

With David, it's enhanced. Guided. Lured out piece by piece, with a subtleness that draws him out like the tide.

He has a way of riling him up when it comes to you, finding his self control slipping with every coo and tease coming from David towards you. Watching you fluster does something to him, coaxes out that concealed passion and thirst that he barely keeps under wraps with his dark stares and darker eyes.

"Is that good? Yeah?". David chuckles soft and low, voice barely louder than a breathy whisper.

A flustered little noise escapes you, making Dwayne groan lowly against your skin.

He carefully brushes your hair away from your neck, exposing it for Dwayne to kiss- who does so, languid and slow.

You gasp, soft. Your skin prickles with a heat that melts you from the inside out.

David watches, intensely and observing.

"Very good".

His praise makes you shiver.

They both chuckle at your reaction, endeared and amused. Their chuckles are breathy and soft.

You shoot the bleached blonde a weak glare, flustered and shy.

"Now don't go looking at me like that". David chuckles with false reprimand, his voice calm and lilting with fondness. His eyes settled on you admiringly.

"Tell us what you want. Can't do anything unless you tell us sweetheart". Dwayne murmurs against your ear, low and simmering with heat.

They want to hear you ask them.

"kiss me?...please?".

"Ohh...you're so sweet, aren't you darlin'?". David coos softly, rewarding you with a tantalisingly slow kiss. The heat of his mouth and the light scruff of his face nestled against you. His hand cups the nape of your neck, not forcefully- but firmly. Guiding. Keeping you in place, close to them.

Dwayne is still pressing kisses against your temple. Humming against it, holding and caressing your arm gently. His arms folded around you in a locking embrace.

It feels safe. Encompassing. Warm, despite their lack of heartbeats or pulses. Like you belonged pressed between them, like a flower kept safe between two pages.

David breaks the kiss first and you almost follow, if not for Dwayne's fingers lightly rubbing at your jaw. Fingertips graze softly over your cheek like you were porcelain.

"Gonna let Dwayne have a taste too? Hm?".

ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰

♡ dark protector x dark protector

They are both the more sterner and darker pair of the group- often carrying a calm and nonchalant confidence that both draws people in like moths to a flame, and chases them off. Alluring, yet dangerous

♡ Calm x storm

Dwayne is grounding and assuring- quiet and surrounded by a mysterious air that keeps you keen, yet melting into him. Like the stillness of a woodland area with only the gentle rush of water trickling by- no birds, no snapping twigs. It's mysterious and unnatural, but peaceful and calm in a way that makes you want to wander in deeper.

David stirs you up a little- as a treat. Low and discreet and creeping like a rolling storm. He makes the hair on your skin stand up and your stomach knot in excitement and nervousness, but also comfort. Like rain pattering against the glass panes of a window during a thunderstorm whilst you're safe in bed. You know you're safe- but it doesn't take away the excilerating thrill of it.

Together they both lull and excite you. The sheer strength and supernatural influence they have makes you feel docile and cradled, watched under frightening yet caring eyes.

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢

♡ Acts of service

Their love truly shines through in their actions when it comes to you.

David keeps your home safe, makes it untouchable terf where no-else is allowed to step foot without your permission or consent. Not a shard of broken glass is allowed near your front door, otherwise it'll end up in someone's face.

Dwayne makes sure your home is maintained. Often swinging round to fix something that’s been bothering you, even if it’s small. Even if it’s a casual visit, he’s observant of everything in your home. Creaky door? Tilting cupboards? Drippy tap? Dwayne's your man.

♡ Physical touch

Despite being the more ‘lax’ ones when it comes to cuddling from the who group, they both appreciate it in their own ways.

David loves it when you accept his thigh or lap as your seat. The silent act of possessiveness that he gets to indulge in settles him. His hand always finding your waist to keep you there.

And Dwayne, despite his broody and nonchalant visage, loves holding you. Either it be you sinking against his side like a cozy little sleepy cat, or simply falling asleep in his arms. It's calming to him, feeling you breathe and heartbeat.

They'll act stoic and nonchalant, but internally they melt when you show them affection. David admiring you whilst you're snuggled between them, whilst Dwayne silently yet tenderly strokes your hand.

Jealousy?

. This goes for all the boys, but jealousy is not common amongst them. And when there is, it’s mostly playful.

With these two, you can always tell it’s lighthearted and playful. By the dry comments and stoic quips , it’s mostly to rouse a reaction out of you.

Whatever is simmering between them, it is always calmed by your equally attentive affection. Their matching smirks grow softly as you pepper them with kisses and attention, sharing a knowing look.

David doesn’t care. As long as you’re all theirs, he’s happy to watch you get swept up and loved by your mates. And Dwayne is too grounded and at one with his pack, as long as you're lathered in only their attention and affection, he's content.

ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤

♡ Flesh For Fantasy- Billy Idol 𝄞

[p4r4syte]

if youre cold, theyre cold. Let Them In.

[i-heart-slashers]

For Our Girl

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You never meant to get tangled up with the Lost Boys, but a wrong turn in the woods led you to them—four vampires with glowing eyes and dangerous smiles. Now, weeks later, you’re theirs. Surrounded by their cold skin and sharp promises, you’re not just safe—you’re wanted, desired, and maybe too far gone to care what they are.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.7k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: suggestive themes. sexual tension. possessiveness.

The boardwalk hums with life, the carousel’s tinny music clashing with the roar of motorbikes and the screams from the roller coaster. You weave through the crowd, the salty ocean breeze tugging at your hair, your waitress apron still tied loosely around your waist from a double shift at the diner. Your feet ache, your head’s foggy, and all you want is to collapse into bed.

But the weight of their eyes on you, always watching, always there, makes your skin prickle with something that’s not quite fear anymore.

It started that night in the woods. A stupid shortcut after a late shift, your flashlight flickering, and then those glowing eyes. Four of them stepped out of the shadows like they owned the night. Paul, with his wild grin and a joint dangling from his lips. Marko, all sharp edges and sharper laughter. Dwayne, silent, his dark eyes pinning you in place. And David, cold and commanding, like he was sizing you up for dinner.

You should’ve screamed. Run. Done something. Instead, you snapped at David to get out of your way, or you’d make him. The words had tumbled out before you could stop them, fueled by exhaustion and defiance.

Paul had howled with laughter, Marko’s eyes had glinted with something dangerous, and even Dwayne’s stoic mask cracked into a faint smirk. David, though—he’d just stared, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile.

“Feisty,” he’d said, voice like gravel and smoke. “I like that.”

You thought that was the end of it. A weird encounter with some punks who hung out in the wrong part of town. But then they started showing up everywhere.

Paul slipping a mixtape labeled “For Our Girl” onto your windowsill, filled with Mötley Crüe and The Cure. Marko ambushing you at the pier, dragging you to a secluded stretch of beach to watch the stars his arm brushing yours. Dwayne wordlessly showing up at your rundown apartment to fix the lock after you mentioned it was busted, his hands steady and sure, his gaze lingering too long on your throat.

And David. David, who one night draped his leather coat over your shoulders when the wind off the ocean turned sharp, his gloved fingers grazing your jaw as he tilted your face up to meet his icy blue eyes. “Anyone messes with you,” he said, voice low and deadly, “they answer to us.”

Now, weeks later, you’re unsure what you are to them. Not a victim—they’ve made that clear. Not just a friend, either. There’s a heat in the way they watch you, a hunger that’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying. You’re theirs, they say, and the word carries a weight you’re only starting to understand.

Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You’re halfway across the boardwalk when Paul’s voice cuts through the noise, lazy and teasing. “Yo, babe, where you runnin’ off to?”

You turn, and there they are, lounging against the railing like they own the place. Paul’s sprawled out, one leg kicked up, his blond hair a mess from the wind. Marko’s next to him, twirling a switchblade between his fingers, his patchwork jacket catching the neon glow. Dwayne leans back, arms crossed, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watches you with that quiet intensity that makes your pulse race. And David—David stands at the center, his cigarette glowing red in the dark, his smirk promising trouble.

“Home,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “Some of us have jobs, you know.”

Paul laughs, loud and bright, hopping off the railing to sling an arm around your shoulders. “Jobs are overrated. Come hang with us. We’ve got plans.”

“Plans?” You raise an eyebrow, glancing at the others. Marko’s grin is all teeth, and Dwayne’s expression doesn’t shift, but you catch the faintest tilt of his head like he’s daring you to say yes. David just exhales a plume of smoke, watching you through half-lidded eyes.

“Something… fun,” David says, and the word drips with suggestion, his voice curling around you like a promise.

Your stomach flips. You know what they are. You’ve seen how their eyes glow in the dark, and their teeth glint a little too sharp. You’ve noticed the bloodstains on Marko’s jacket that he laughs off and the way Dwayne’s hands are always cold when they brush your skin. Vampires. The word sits heavy in your mind, but instead of running, you’re still here, caught in their orbit.

“Fun,” you repeat, crossing your arms. “Last time you said that, Marko tried to teach me to surf at three a.m. I nearly drowned.”

Marko snickers, flipping the switchblade closed. “You loved it, admit it. Looked hot in that wetsuit, too.”

“Keep dreaming,” you shoot back, but a smile tugs at your lips, and Marko’s eyes light up with mischief.

Paul tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. “C’mon, babe. Live a little. Or, y’know… unlive a little.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, but the heat of his body against yours sends a shiver down your spine.

Dwayne finally moves, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell the leather of his jacket and the faint tang of salt and iron that clings to him. “You’re tired,” he says, voice low, almost gentle. “Let us take you home.”

It’s not a question, but there’s no threat in it either. Just a quiet certainty, like he already knows you’ll say yes. You glance at David, who’s still watching you, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. There’s something in his gaze—possessive but not cruel. Like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do.

“Fine,” you say, exhaling like you’re annoyed, but your heart’s pounding. “But I’m not riding on the back of anyone’s bike. Last time, Paul nearly crashed us into a dumpster.”

“Lies!” Paul gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “I’m an artist on that bike.”

“An artist at chaos,” you mutter, and Marko laughs, sharp and delighted.

David flicks his cigarette away, stepping closer until he’s right in front of you, his presence overwhelming. “You’ll ride with me,” he says, and it’s not a request. His gloved hand brushes your cheek, lingering just long enough to catch your breath. “Unless you’re scared.”

You scoff, meeting his eyes. “Of you? Please.”

His smirk widens, and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you right there in front of everyone. Instead, he steps back, jerking his head toward the bikes parked nearby. “Let’s go.”

The ride to your apartment is a blur of wind and adrenaline, David’s bike roaring beneath you as you cling to his waist, the leather of his coat cool against your cheek. The others follow their laughter and whoops cutting through the night.

When you reach your place, you expect them to drop you off and peel out, but they don’t. They follow you inside, sprawling across your tiny living room like they own it—Paul kicking off his boots, Marko raiding your fridge, Dwayne leaning against the wall, watching you with that unreadable stare.

David doesn’t sit. He prowls, circling you like a predator as you untie your apron and toss it onto the counter. “You’re tense,” he says, voice low, almost a purr. “Rough night?”

“You could say that,” you reply, leaning against the counter, trying to ignore how your skin tingles under his gaze. “Some creeps at the diner wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

The air shifts. Paul’s head snaps up from where he’s sprawled on the couch, his grin gone. Marko freezes a bottle of soda halfway to his lips. Dwayne’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. David stops moving, his gaze locking onto yours, sharp and dangerous.

“Who?” David asks, and the single word is a blade.

You shrug, trying to play it off. “Just some drunk tourists. I handled it.”

“You handled it,” Marko repeats, setting the bottle down with a thud. “What’d they do?”

“Nothing worth mentioning,” you say, but your voice wavers and you curse yourself for it. “Just… got too close. Said some shit. My boss kicked them out.”

Dwayne pushes off the wall, stepping closer. “They touch you?” His voice is quiet, but there’s a lethal edge to it that makes your heart skip.

“No,” you say quickly. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Paul growls, sitting up. “Point ‘em out next time. We’ll handle it.”

You laugh, but it’s shaky. “What, you gonna beat up every jerk who looks at me wrong?”

“Yes,” Marko says, dead serious, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip.

David’s gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but not painful, and the heat of his stare makes your breath hitch. “No one touches what’s ours,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “No one bothers you. Ever.”

The possessiveness in his words should scare you, but it doesn’t. Instead, it sends a thrill through you, dangerous and electric. You’re not sure when you stopped being afraid of them—when their sharp edges and glowing eyes started feeling like safety instead of a threat.

“I can take care of myself,” you say, but your voice is softer now, your defiance melting under the weight of their attention.

“We know,” Dwayne says, his voice a low rumble as he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm. “But you don’t have to.”

Paul’s on his feet now, crowding in, his grin back but sharper, hungrier. “You’re ours, babe. Means we’ve got your back. Always.”

Marko’s behind you, closer than you realized, his breath cool against your neck as he murmurs, “And we don’t share.”

Your pulse races, the air thick with tension—sexual, dangerous, intoxicating. You’re surrounded, their bodies close enough that you can feel the unnatural chill of their skin, the promise of something more in every lingering touch. David’s thumb brushes your lower lip, and you swallow hard, caught in the pull of his gaze.

“Get some rest,” he says finally, stepping back and breaking the spell. “We’ll be around.”

They leave as silently as they came, the roar of their bikes fading into the night. But the weight of their promise lingers, heavy and warm, and as you crawl into bed, you know there’s no going back. You’re theirs—and you’re not sure you’d want it any other way.

[tac-the-unseen]

Things they only let you do

Micheal Myers:

•Exist next to him unharmed

-Lets be honest, that is a privilege only you get

-The fact you and only you can co-inhabit with the boogeyman is something nobody but Michael can figure out, and for the record, he can’t

-Not a moment goes by that police teams, doctors, and the general public doesn't wonder how on earth you managed to get a deranged serial killer to become your personal pillow. 

•Watching him sleep

-Micheal rarely sleeps, so when he does he expects you to be looking out for him. He trusts nobody else like that.

-He does the same thing for you every night, so he sees it as returning the favor 

-You know better than to play any tricks on him (lest you be stabbed to death) (Of course he sleeps armed, do you take him for a fool?)

•Harm him

-While this sounds odd, it makes sense 

-He simply doesn't view you as a threat. So even if you do end up hurting him, i.e bitting, scratching, hitting, kicking, or use a weapon against him, He doesn't care much

-Unfortunately he seems to enjoy your company and affection. That coupled with his regenerative properties it really doesn't matter what you do 

-IF it gets that bad, It's not like you'll be a difficult enemy. You'd simply just be another body 

Bo Sinclair:

•Yelling at him

-He will yell back, but if anyone else yelled at him they'd get a right hook to the jaw

-He doesn't even let his brother ‘disrespect’ him like that

-He not used to affection of really only kind (other than sexual) so sometimes Screaming matches are his love language

•Being affectionate (in any way)

-Again, he's not used to it. He finds it uncomfortable even though he knows he shouldn't.

-He also knows he's the odd one out when it comes to affection. Because of this he doesn't stop you from hugging, kissing, for simply holding his hand like he might of for past partners

-Him not pushing away is a big deal, mostly for him

•Messing up his work area 

-Anyone else fucked with his tools they'll get an ear full

-You mess with his tools might earn you a hard sigh and told to not do it again 

-Might yell at you but that's really the most he's doing

Hannibal Lecter:

•Not counting Will, being rude

-He has a type, and that type is mentally ill and wants to make that everybody’s problem 

-Loves watching you cuss somebody out after they themselves are rude. 

-Gets actual goosebumps while you glare at him for tricking others into his dinner plans 

•Complain about his food

-He is always trying to impress you with food

-The thing is, that sardine jelly is just plain NASTY 

-He lets you get away with it because he wants to make sure your well fed at all time (He just really wants praise and approval) 

-If you don't want to dine on the guest Hannibal understands and lets you pass without any passive aggressiveness (If you DO choose to carry on with dinner he cannot stop looking at you. Like full on heart eyes kind of look)

•Let you win

-Hannibal has a superiority complex. been there, knew that. He never lets anyone one up him, no matter the cost. 

-You are the only exception! Not even Will can get an actual victory. 

-He'll let you win in both large and small scale scenarios. That's not to say he won't try to win, but if he loses fairly he'll let it rest there (for the most part)

The Lost Boys:

•Touch their Motorcycles 

-Not one, not Max, Star, or Laddie can touch their bikes without permission first. 

-1) because it's how they get around the human way, and 2) They take great pride and care for the damn things

-You are the only person allowed to sit, lean, lay, or whatever on their bikes. They even teach you how to care for them properly just so you can look after them in their absence.

-You looking after their bikes is their equivalent to a girl handing her drink to someone in a bar. They will bark at someone over your drink and they expect you to bark over their bikes. 

•Touch the Nest(s)

-They built you a nest deep in the cave and there are so many rules involving said nest. One of those rules being that you HAVE to be invited to enter the nest.

-They already had a nest made but when you became mates with them, they had to redo the whole thing for you. This process takes hours and sometimes days to complete, So in the meantime they invited you into their old nest before building you a new one. 

-They all cuddled around you while telling you the importance and rules of the nesting process. When you get into the more personal questions (What Nests meant to them then, now, and later) they told you that besides themselves, you are the only person to ever be in the nest. 

•Call them ridiculous pet names

-Paul and you thought it would be funny to make up horrendous nickname for everyone

-David became Fee Fee the Ferocious, Sugar pie, Bimbo doll, Fossil fuel, and Wet sock

-Dwanye became Pookie bear, Cowboy, Sky Scraper, Princess, and Cum stain

-Paul became Big ol’ dog, Smoochie poo, Boo Boo Bear, Dolly, and penis fly trap

-Marko became stinky little guy, Lollipop, Sexy Thang, 2% Milk, and Armrest

Thanks for reading!

.....Hey......hey.....how y'all doin?.......

I've suddenly found I have more time on my hands... And I remembered that I enjoy writing.....so....um....yeah....

[justnatoka]

Creep deterrent

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: Just a little something that came to my mind while working on another request. It took hold of my brain so I had to get it out lol.

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: stalking and creepy behaviour

Summary: After being followed and chased around by some creep on the boardwalk, you ask for help from the infamous boys of Santa Carla.

At any other night you would have steered clear of them. That's what most people did – except for the meathead surf nazis. They were hard to miss, the howling of their bike engines echoing over the noise of the boardwalk. These boys looked like trouble; it was wiser to keep a safe distance and not get involved with them. But that's exactly why you needed them tonight.

It was a weekly tradition with your friends to spend weekend nights on the boardwalk. You played games, ate greasy food and got drunk on the beach around a campfire. It was a reliable routine, one that guaranteed to get your spirits up no matter how grueling the days before have been. You could count on them to meet you at the entrance at the same exact time every Friday and Saturday. Perhaps that's why he knew you would be here on this exact night.

You had no idea who he was, you've never seen him before last Friday, when you first spotted him following your group around the boardwalk. At first, you told yourself that it was nothing, you were delusional, he was just another person enjoying the cheerful atmosphere. Sure, it was a bit unnerving that he was wearing a dark hoodie and a baseball cap, effectively concealing his face, but if he wanted to sweat his ass off in the balmy summer air, that was his choice.

But then you started seeing him more and more as the night progressed, always keeping some distance, but always there. And when you noticed him on Saturday as well, wearing the exact same clothes, doing the exact same stuff, you got really anxious. You brought it up with your friends, however in their slightly drunken state they laughed it off as just a pathetic creep who got off on ogling at pretty girls. You didn't share their merriment, but decided to let it go for now. Up until now he didn't do anything more than stare. There was no real harm in that, right? Wrong.

Here you were a week later, making your way out of the public bathroom, looking around for your friends. The boardwalk was busier than usual, probably due to the fact that a popular band was playing at the stage tonight. That's why you didn't worry when you didn't spot them right away. But the more you looked, turning your head this way and that, and still not being able to see them, you started getting a bit nervous.

That's when you noticed him. A solitary figure dressed in a dark hoodie and baseball cap, standing in one place while the colorful crowd weaved around him. Your stomach dropped when he took a step towards you, and even though you couldn't make out his face, you were sure he was staring right at you, your skin crawling under his unseen gaze.

When he took another step, your mind blanked. You didn't think, you just ran.

While weaving through the crowd as fast as you could, your brain booted back up, and your mind started racing a mile a minute. What did he want? Why was he doing this? How long has he been stalking you? What if this has been going on longer than you've realized, and it was only by accident that you've noticed him last week? Were you his target all along or did he choose you because you were alone? It was clear he wanted to use this opportunity; for what, you had no idea, and you had no intention of finding out either.

Occasionally, you kept glancing back to discover him still following you. And he just kept on coming, the distance between you shrinking at an alarming rate. At this point you threw good manners aside and started pushing people out of your way, ignoring complaints and cusswords directed at you. Your veins were running full of adrenaline, the rapid thumping of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. You had no idea where exactly you were headed, the only thought filling your mind was the need to be as far from him as possible.

The crowd finally spit you out near the edge of the boardwalk; the railing separating the beach to your left, and up ahead a set of stairs leading down to the sand. At the other side of said stairs, surveying and laughing at the drunken antics of the people below were four familiar figures. The infamous boys of Santa Carla were lazing around their bikes, all easy smiles and cigarette smoke and loud chatter. You've never interacted with them before – you knew they were trouble –, but now it only took you half a second to weight your options.

Conversation between them died down as soon as they noticed you approaching, your steps purposeful, the air around you reeking with anxiety.

"What's up, dollface?" one of the blonde guys asked, lean body resting against his bike, his eyes looking you up and down with a crooked smile.

"Are you alright?" the tall brunette inquired, his concerned gaze taking in the slight shake of your hands.

You wrung them together nervously, risking a glance back at the crowd. It directed their attention behind you, and they immediately noticed the dark figure lurking nearby, clearly turned in your direction. You hoped that the sight of the four boys would cause him to hesitate, but it seemed like the prospect of passing up his chance made him reckless, as he started to move towards you again.

You took a few steps back, colliding with a solid body. You flinched when two big hands took hold of your shoulder, steadying you on your feet. Looking up, your eyes met warm brown ones, the brunette sending you a small, reassuring smile.

"H-he's stalking me." The words stumbled out of your mouth before you've even realized. "He's been following me and my friends, and now I got separated from them, and couldn't find them anywhere and then he started chasing me," you rambled on, your breath hitching as you watched him approach.

The grip on your shoulders tightened, the boys exchanging silent looks, before they took action. The blond who first spoke to you and the shorter one hopped on their bikes, revving their engines and moving in front of you, essentially creating a shield of flesh and blood and steel between you and the creep. This finally made him stop, hands clenching and unclenching in silent frustration.

"Hey, dude, fuck off," the shorter one shouted over.

It only made him even more agitated, but he still didn't leave. It's not like he could fight off all four of them if it came down to it, however that didn't seem to matter to him right now. His sheer determination to harm you – because you had no doubt that that's what was going to happen if he got his hands on you – made you even more terrified.

That's when the last boy made his move. He didn't say anything until now, quietly assessing the situation from the background and letting his friends deal with it. But now he was walking forward, his movements filled with confidence and a sureness you've only hoped to possess. There was something dangerous about it, how calm he was, and as he passed you, you could have sworn you saw the features of his face change. The next second he was already in front of you, your eyes glued to his back as he stepped between the two bikes and stopped at a short distance from the creep.

He slowly brought his cigarette to his lips and blew out a lazy stream of smoke.

"I think you should go."

That was all he said, his voice cold as he – you assumed – looked deep in the eyes of your pursuer. You had no idea what the creep saw on him, but it was enough to make him falter, taking back a few hasty steps before straight up running off.

When he turned back around, there was nothing unusual about him, he looked exactly like he did a few minutes ago. He came up to you with a smirk on his scruffy face, and in the most nonchalant voice he said,

"He's not gonna bother you anymore."

You faintly registered the two blondes behind him grinning at each other, giggling and mocking how the guy ran like a baby. You were too busy with the feeling of your face burning up from the intense gaze of the boy in front of you.

He took one of your hands in his glowed one, and you watched in a daze as he brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

"I'm David, and these are my boys. Pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice doing funny things to your stomach. You stuttered out your name in return, and his grin widened at your reaction.

He introduced the other three. Dwayne flashing you a lopsided smile, Marko giving you a small wave and Paul sending a wink your way. You jumped when Paul suddenly threw his arm around your shoulder, and with a tone that was definitely flirty he asked,

"How about you stay with us for the rest of the night, hm, sugar? Just to make sure the dude doesn't come back."

You looked at each one of them, their good looks and easy smiles and the danger in their eyes making your heart flutter. Oh, they were definitely trouble. But interestingly enough, you had a feeling that their company was the safest place you could be in the whole of Santa Carla. You've found yourself agreeing before you've even realized.

As Marko took hold of your hand to show you his bike, you felt yourself finally relax. You couldn't wait to tell your friends all about it.

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[redamancy-writes]

The Lost Boys (1987) x Gender Neutral! Reader - Blanket Thief

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing- Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader Title- Ticklish

“You’re stealing the blanket,” your voice was thick with sleep as your face twisted into a grimace, goosebumps rising on your arms as the chilled salty scented air wafted into the cave from above. It must’ve only been noon, you concluded as you twisted your body to try and grab onto the blanket. You could easily get up and open the trunk that lay at the end of Marko’s bed, filled with quilts, throw blankets, shawls, and scraps of fabric for his never-ending jacket-making project but your body was so heavy with sleep, it seemed impossible. 

“Am not,” Marko murmured, lips pulled into a pout as he continued tugging. “You have too much blanket,” You didn’t have to see him to know his eyebrows were scrunched in annoyance, cheek squished against Paul’s chest and his mouth was partly open from sleep, fangs peeking out between his pillow-soft lips. 

“You don’t even get cold!” you whined, now more awake than before. Your eyelids fighting you as you opened them to see the situation that lay before you. 

“It’s not me stealing the blanket,” you pointed out, eyes narrowing at David who lay sleeping between you, somehow spinning the blanket around him like a burrito, effectively tugging both sides away from you and Marko. He looked peaceful, a soft expression on his face as he cocooned himself. 

“Calm, baby,” Dwayne didn’t even utter a full sentence, saying just enough for you to get the gist as he pulled you flush to his chest, the warmth radiating from his being instantly pacifying you as you turned to bury your face in his neck. “Relax,” He murmured, voice deep and raspy with just having woken up to the two of you bickering. 

The bed creaked as Dwayne rolled backward, a slow and careful movement as to not send the two of you sliding off of Marko’s bed while reaching his arm down to grab one of the throw blankets that slid off sometime as you all slept. He flung it over the five of you, deeply sighing through his nostrils as he got comfortable once again, rubbing circles on your spine. 

David rolled, and a part of you briefly feared he woke up, body tensing as he shuffled around to spoon Marko. 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his jaw as Marko raised his head just slightly to be seen over David’s shoulder. “Thank you Dwayney.”

Dwayne simply flipped the other off halfheartedly, too tired to cause a big fuss over the nickname. As Marko let out a sleepy giggle, Dwayne couldn’t help the grin that spread across his cheeks.

“Love you,” Marko murmured, burrowing more into Paul’s chest. 

“Love you too,” Dwayne breathed out as he scooched you two closer to David, the group’s warmth now lulling you back to sleep as your eyelids slipped shut once more. 

Tag list: @icefrozendeadlyqueen

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Imagine how frustrating it must be for the boys if they had an s/o who just shrugs things off and accepts every weird little thing as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

David: we can't really go out in the sun.

S/o: I get it, I burn quickly too.

Paul: yeah, no we have this thing about blood.

S/o: a thing as in you faint or a thing as in you think it's sort of pretty in a weird way? Because I get that.

S/o: it's actually brilliant to sleep during the day in summer. The cave is nice and cold, and you can do whatever you wanted to do at night when it's way more comfortable.

Marko: yeah - yeah, that's exactly why we sleep during the day?

Dwayne: we'll see you later, we got to feed.

S/o: sure, can you bring a milkshake back for me?

Dwayne: sure

The boys: so you do realise we're vampires right?

S/o: what the fuck?

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

How vampire characters are with human!partner on their period

Horny. Just wants to live between your legs for the week, the smell of your blood and mixed with your natural scent driving them mad

Caius Volturi, David (Lost Boys), Demetri Volturi, Felix Volturi, Marko (Lost Boys), Paul (Lost Boys), Roman Godfrey

Scared. You’re so sweet and fragile, and the smell of your blood scares them, won’t let you out of sight of grasp

Alec Volturi, Alistair (Twilight), Garrett (Twilight), Jane Volturi, Jasper Cullen, Kate Denali, Michael Emerson

Caring. Will do anything you need and will be your slave, making sure you’re comfortable and happy, doing anything you need of them

Benjamin (Twilight), Carlisle Cullen, Dwayne (Lost Boys), Emmett Cullen, Star (Lost Boys)

[whitlocklibrary]

Protectors~

🃜 pairing : Poly! Lost Boys × Vamp! Female! Reader

🃜 fandom: the lost boys × reader

🃜 summary: Reader is a newly turned vampire and mated toThe Lost Boys. She was turned a few months before Micheal arrived. And the day that Frog Brothers come with the Emerson’s the Reader decided to sleep with her mates. And in their haste to rid Santa Carla of the Vampires they make a grave mistake. (No use of Y/n)

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The cave was quiet, the only sound being the waves hitting the rocks outside. All of the inhabitants of the cave peacefully sleeping, well almost all of them. Something instinctual, deep in your gut and the back of your mind is telling you somethings not right. Slipping through the dark fog in the faint chime of hushed whispers. Voices exchanging softly, all dim and low like they were sharing secrets.

It has you pushing your face deeper into David’s neck in an attempt to muffle out the sounds, desperate to escape fully back into the comfort of a deep sleep.

You usually slept in a bed that wasn’t far from where the boys slept, while Star and Laddie slept in the more open part of the cave. Something in your mind told you to sleep with the boys, so you listened to it.

When you arrived back at the cave after feeding, you were brought to where they slept. There was a little arguing over who you slept with,but something was telling you to sleep with David. So you stopped them from arguing,and they all climbed up to the bar they hang from. Dwanye stayed on the ground with you, so you had help getting to David. Once David is settled he opens his arms for you, and with a kiss to your head Dwanye helps you wrap yourself around David. Once you’re settled David wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck yourself into his hold.

It’s still daytime. Something deep in your gut and the back of your mind assures that the sun is still high up in the sky, scorching and hot. An intuition that you still don't quite understand, but it has your limbs turning heavy and lax, muscles relaxing in David’s hold Your exhaustion has you numb to the world, the delicate rhythm of the waves crashing outside the cave muting down into nothing, the sound of the quiet voices vanishing.It must be two of the boys. Awake already. It would strike you as odd on any other circumstance, and to a degree it does, but your sluggish brain is quick to let go of that train of thought.

The insistence that something is wrong fading into an ignorable afterthought. The scuffle of shoes along dust and stone ignites a tremble down the notches of your spine, as though your body is begging for you to wake up and investigate while it simultaneously sinks further into David’s tight hold.

Something isn't right, something isn't right.

It's like a chant. A primal whisper that coils through your bones and sinew. Leftovers from your ancestors, remnants of the instincts that had kept them alive long ago, but it all seems null and void against the fatigue that seems to press you down like a physical weight. Even while hidden away from the sun it seems to sap you of all your strength.

It's impossible to even try to rouse yourself. Its as though you're held under water. The strength of that debilitating exhaustion sweeps back over you, making the sound of the angry, masculine voice that rises up high within the cave, reverberating from the dust covered stone, dim and distant. As though it's miles away.

“I feel a draft. I think there’s something up here.” You hear from far-away, murky and vague.

“Let’s check it out Sam.” Another voice.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” A third voice. Mike. Mike. That sounds familiar from somewhere - someone. A name mentioned in passing. Mike. Michael. A discussion carried on by the boys while they were all encircled around one of the burn barrels one night. So casual while they considered the fate of a complete stranger as though they were discussing dinner and not the destiny of a man's soul. Some sap that had apparently caught the eye of Star. She hadn't wanted it to go far, but then again, it's never supposed to go that far. But David wanted the guy dead. He was meant to be her first, she hadn't been able to do it. 

A wave of muddled scents breaks past the barrier of the rotting wood. Unfamiliar and thick, coated with cologne and shampoo that you don't recognize. All of it twisting with something even more out of place here. Something alive. Heat and life and blood. Iron, warmth, and salt. It's distinctly human. Living. The alarms go off in your head. Raging and flashing red in a way that's violent. And a bright light flashes behind your eyelids.

“JESUS.” One of the voices yells, another one screams before being cut off. Your eyes blink, lashes fluttering as you try to fight the sleep weighing your lids down. Your vision blurs a little, straining through the exhaustion, but then you notice the three figures standing below. They're children. Looking lost, dressed in camo and gear as though they've prepared to fight a war. One has his hand wrapped around the mouth of the blonde child muffling his scream. Wide blue eyes reflecting a visible panic while he stumbles back away from the other two. Another swears, cursing sharply under his breath while he flinches. But it's the one closest to you that moves. His dog tags glinting and chiming from a movement so sharp that it had to be a reflex, but the determination burning in his eyes is purposeful. 

“I thought they were supposed to be in coffins.”

“That’s what this cave is. One giant coffin.” The one with the bandanna says as he moved with the other one dressed in camo. They begin to climb up the wood beside your group.

“They’re at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.”

“You just have to kill the leader huh.”

“We don’t know which on he is. We’ll kill them all.”

“We’ll start with her. She’s already seen us.” They say as the climb closer to where you’re hanging with David. An animal kind of panic tears through you, lighting up your nerves like lives wires, electricity and adrenaline burning through your veins with the white heat of fire. You try to move and wake up David, but your limbs struggle, sleep thawing in your tired arms and legs.

"Kill her, kill her!" One shouts all while the blonde in the background yells at them to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. The boy wielding the stake lunges forward with a war cry. You manage to wiggle slightly in David’s hold.

“David wake up!” A panicked shout rips from your throat, but David remains sleeping.

"The bitch is trying to wake them, you gotta get her before they wake up," someone shouts in a panicked rush. You continue to squirm in David’s hold trying to get the two of you away from the teenagers. Poised in the air, high above the boy's head in an arch. There's hardly any time to act and fear sinks in your gut, chilled and frozen as he drives it down with all the strength he has in his body; his lips curled in a hateful snarl. He's going to kill you. This is it. This is how you die. Your mind screams it over and over again on a broken loop, but your body acts all on its own. It twists so David’s unconscious body turns away from the stake,and your heart is away from the point.

There's no time to rejoice when the stake is already piercing your skin. It sinks in deep, parting flesh and muscle beneath its lethal point. The boy collapses and tips over the side of the ledge that they were standing on. You don't initially realize that you're screaming. You feel it first. The strength of your agonized wail shreds up your throat as though you've swallowed nails, but that pain is secondary to the fire and anguish pulsing through your shoulder. The stake is still wedged inside of your back, burrowing past skin and meat, prying at your shoulder blade like it means to rip it free from the sinew keeping it intact with the other bones. You're bleeding. You can smell it, sharp and distinct in the panicked air. The pain is crippling. Ripping and engulfing, eating up your spine.

The boy with the blue bandana wrapped around his head is stepping forward, already clasping a stake in a white-knuckled hold. The resolve in his eyes is haunting. The desire to kill you fervent and glaring in his stare. That's all it takes to have your voice spilling from you, rising up in another terrified shout.

“BOYS WAKE UP!”

"Say your prayers bloodsucker." He practically spits it out, lips twisting in a grimace as he moves forward preparing to stake you again. And then combined hissing and snarling fills the pit as the boys awaken. They finally awoke to your shouts and the smell of your blood. Four sets of yellow eyes focus in on the three humans in front of them as snarls fill the air.

"Guys, guys, we gotta go." It's the blonde that's repeating it over and over as he sees the vampires awaks, stumbling over his words while he jerks on the other's arms. They give in without any resistance. Fear alive and bright in their eyes, even while the kid with the bandana points his stake in your direction and tosses a quick "This isn't over" at you as the three of them take off in a brisk jumble in the direction that they came from.

The growls from within the cavern raise up higher as the boys realize what happened and it has the kids in a full-blown panic. Tripping over their feet in an ungraceful run as they try and reach the opening of the cave. Your body trembles and your head rolls forward onto the snarling David’s chest.

“YOU’RE DEAD MEAT.”

You can feel your lung snag and pinch as though it's being burned from the inside out, catching on the point of the stake when you inhale. It has you crying, a tear managing to trickle free as your ribcage shudders violently as you gasp. 

You don't want to take your eyes off of them, desperate to track their panicked flee, but your eyes cloud over. Stars dot your vision, spotting and flickering in shifting colors as a vignette blurs around the corners of your sight. You feel the world spin as David jumps down from the bar and lands on his feet. You still cradled against his chest. Three more thumps follow as the rest of the boys land behind. Iron coats your tongue. Thick and wet. Bursting up from the back of your throat while you try to breathe, spitting up with each labored inhale. You can feel your life waning. The strength diminishing, shrinking under your skin. Dying out like a flame that's being smothered. Whimpers spill from your lips as your carefully laid on your bed. You can hear the sound of claws ripping across the earth as two of the vampires tear their way out of the chasm like creatures pouring out of hell.

You hear muffled screams and shouts. The dull thud of hysterical footsteps as they rush to escape before death can seize them. You hear David's bellow roll throughout the cave, crashing over the screams from the horrified children. The loud chaos of it all grows dim - distant as they're no doubt running up the mouth of the cave while Paul's laugh rings out from somewhere far away. 

It makes you jump when a pair of hands smooth over your shoulders, light like a caress, but you can still feel a heavy tremble run through the fingers. A voice hums out, cooing softly to hush you when a strangled sob wrangles out from your body. The way they handle you is delicate, softly turning you over onto your hip and lifting you up to cradle you against their chest as though you might shatter into a million pieces otherwise. Breathing past the wet iron to try and notice the traces of spice and earth and musk. 

It was Dwanye. You try to say his name, but your throat tightens, choking on blood. You can feel his fingers grip your bicep, holding you still and you know that he's looking at the stake punctured deep in your flesh. His hold is nowhere close to the to the wound and yet it flares pain across your nerves, making you twist in his arms while a gutted sob wracks from your body. 

"I know, I know, love. I know,but I have to take it out" he says into your hair. It's difficult to hear his voice past the roaring in your ears, but once the words make it past the hum. It's like you can feel the agony already, simmering and slicing across your fried nerves like the edge of razor blades.

“Marko! I’m gonna need your help. ” He calls and you can hear another person coming. And then a gloved hand is cradling your face. The glove was cold against your skin as the hand tilts your head back from where it was tucked against Dwayne’s shoulder. It makes your lashes flutter, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open with how heavy they've grown, weighing heavy and threatening to slip closed.

“If we don’t remove it. You’ll die baby.” Marko says. There's a protest lodged somewhere in your mouth, slick from the blood and caught on a broken gasp, but you don't have time try and voice it.

“I’m gonna hold her still you pull it out.” Dwanye says as his grip around you tightens. Marko nods, gripping the stake in his hand and pulls. You want to scream, but there's no air left in your lungs for you to do so, and all that makes it out is a ragged, splintered gasp. 

Scorching hot pain pours in your veins as he rips the wood from your shoulder. It slices ribbons up your spine, feeling bone deep and white-hot, acid lashing up your muscles.You thrash in Dwayne’s lap, the grip around you tightening and pinning you against his chest. Marko continues to pull the stake from your shoulder, and there’s hardly any relief once its out. The damage it's done is still agonizing, coiling through your muscles. It's as though the flesh on your back has been flayed.

You can faintly hear the clatter of the stake hitting the stone walls. As the two fuss over you, David and Paul rush back into the area where your bed is.

“How is she?” There's a rawness to his voice, a breathless edge despite the non-necessity of breathing.

“She needs to feed.” Dwanye says. “She won’t make it to sundown.”

David stalks forward while dragging his nail across his wrist. He kneels beside your bed and presses his wrist against your lips. You clasp your fingers around his arm, digging into the aged leather of his jacket. Your teeth bury themselves into his arm as his blood pours down your throat. You feel a hand stroking your head as you feed on his blood. Life floods back into you with each gulp, syrupy and warm. The hole made in the split meat and torn flesh of your back begins to mend in a sluggish process, stunted. You’re cradled protectively between Dwayne and David as Paul and Marko hover around the two.

Paul leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Did you get them?"  Dwayne asks.

The thick silence that follows gives Marko and Dwayne their answer. And twin snarls rip out of their throats.

“They’re dead.”

“And they will be. They will be.” David says with a snarl.

“Marko when nightfall hits I want you and Dwayne to go hunt. She’ll need an actual feeding and we’ll need our full strength.” David says as he continues to stroke your hair, letting you have your fill of his blood. He wanted to make sure your wound was healed.

“Paul you’ll be staying here with her while we go take care of the little pests.” Paul nods as he sits on the edge of your bed by your head.

“They’ll regret touching our mate.” They all say as your wound completely healed and you pulled away from David’s wrist sagging against Dwayne as exhaustion took over. The boys continued to plan their attack as you fell into a deep sleep.

[doeyeddaydream]

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader ۶𖹭ৎ

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ You're wrapping up a bad shift when your eerie fang-teethed, leather clad protectors wander in, and you receive some much needed comfort.

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ @i-heart-slashers this was very much inspired by 'For our girl'! So giving credits for my inspo there :] if you haven't please check their blog and fics out, they've definitely thrown me back into my slasher fixation!

✧ ⁺  𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ implied verbal/sexual harassment towards reader from rude customers, possessiveness, implied murder at the end, tension.

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Today has been horrible.

You've been holding back tears all throughout your late lunch shift. Forcing watery eyed smiles. Ducking back into the kitchen to wipe your waterline with the hem of your apron before braving the onslaught of pushy, demanding customers.

The day had started out average enough. Weaving in and out taking orders and making milkshakes, balancing trays of fries and burgers, and stacking the orders on your little clipboard.

But then someone screeches complaints about there being tomatoes in their burger- right after insisting that they must have plenty of tomatoes in their burger. You could only listen with a slack jaw and wide eyes as they throw insults at you, unsure on what to say before uttering a shaky apology. Knowing that your boss's eyes were sternly plastered on you, shaking their head in disapproval.

And then some old creep grabs your ass as you walk by a table, just trying to serve a few ice-cream sundaes. What's worse is that his wife bitterly glares at you and throws insults at your 'skimpy' uniform. That you brought it on yourself and that you've ruined their date night. You had to hold your tongue and refrain from dumping the melting sundaes over both of their heads.

Today has just not been your day.

Thankfully the diner was empty now- the last few stragglers now homebound. Their leftover bags full, and their wallets a little emptier.

The sun had settled on the ocean horizon, leaving only streetlights and shop signs to illuminate the night. Gulls cawed and ocean waves crashed in the hazy distance, music jingling from the lit up 50s stereo in the corner.

Whilst wiping down the last counter top, the bell from the entrance door chimes, and you sigh tiredly. Please just order a milkshake. The cooks are gone now. I really don't want to have anymore social interaction anymore than necessary please. I just want to lock up and hide in my bed.

David- all trouble wrapped up in black leather and bleached white hair strides in first. Slow and confident, a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

He looks at you and smiles. That soft, possessive, fond smile.

"Still open?".

They all file in one after another, Dwayne coming in last with a hand clasped upon Paul's shoulder. The two speak quietly to one another before falling silent, their glinting eyes settling on you.

The wild-haired blonde waggles his fingers in a wave with a bright smile, whilst the dark brunette looks you over. His brows furrow slightly at the glassiness in your eyes. He can feel something is wrong, you look like you've been crying. His jaw locks firmly, dark eyes set on you.

Paul idly drums the mustard and ketchup bottles on the counter top, whilst Marko wanders over to the stereo player. Closely inspecting the song choices. His hands tucked loosely in his colourful pockets.

David circles around you, finally turning away after staring so intensely to inspect the lights glimmering outside. Passing cars and fairground rides in the distance shrieking in the night sky.

They're idling around, waiting for you to finish up. You've wiped the last table down now, tossing the damp rag in the cleaners bucket.

Except for Dwayne.

Instead, he walks up to you. Standing so closely you can smell the leather of his jacket over the scent of cleaning chemicals.

"What's wrong?". Dwayne mutters softly, ducking down a little to look at you. A veil of dark hair falling down his shoulder. The softness in his eyes and the sincerity of his voice breaks you.

Your lip wobbles before you can speak, and a half whimper escapes you.

The boys heads perk up at the sound. Expressions ranging from startled to stern.

"Shit, sweetheart". Paul coos, abandoning the condiment bottles to eagerly cup your face to make you face him. His thumb brushes over the corner of your wobbly pouting lips. Catching the stray tear running down your cheek.

"Did something happen?".

You sniffle, desperate to get a hold of yourself.

"s'nothing. Just a shitty day. Shitty customers".

"Talk to us about it". Marko chimes in, his hand reaching to supportively touch your back. His touch is steadying and warm.

"It's stupid". You force out a little laugh, not entirely genuine. "Some lady complained about tomatoes after asking for extra tomatoes".

Marko makes a face, and you laugh again. Sincere this time.

"It was bad though because my boss saw and didn't know the context. He just saw me getting yelled at by a 'dissatisfied customer'. I can't lose this job, I just can't. He probably thinks I'm a bad worker".

Your voice warbles weakly, failing to sound steady and blaze.

"That's definitely not true babe. You're the best. No-one else could whip up the finest malts in Santa carla other than you, I can attest to that".

You smile a little, a soft shaky giggle leaving you.

But a fresh wave of embarrassment and upset washes over you at the other memory, and you rub tiredly at your sore eyes.

"And then some asshole grabbed me and his wife blamed me".

They all pause and tense. The energy in the room is now icy cold and tense.

"He touched you?". Dwayne mutters in a low growl. They all bristle, expressions darkening.

You wipe the stray tears off your face, and they collectively melt.

"Don't worry. It's gonna be ok, yeah? You've got us looking out for you". Marko murmurs comfortingly against your ear as he takes you into a firm embrace. Arms locking loosely around you, his finger gloved hands locked, swaying you slightly in the hug. His nose in your neck, breathing calmly.

Whimpering a soft 'thank you', you hide your face in his shoulder. Sparkly fish bait tassels tickle your cheek as your fingers tangle in his curls of gold locks.

David's fingertips brush along your jaw, his touch possessive and confident and gentle. You let him guide your face to look at him, fixed by his stare.

"You're gonna have a good day tomorrow. We promise". David whispers firmly. His voice is breathy and sincere, if not a little eerie. The way he says it makes you feel like you can believe him, for the better or the worst.

It's comforting nonetheless, and you duck your face against his shoulder for a quick hug. His arm fastens around you, squeezing firmly and rubbing your back before letting you go. His eyes still on you, looking over your disheveled state, his jaw tensing. He doesn't like seeing you upset. Not like this. Not his girl.

"I'll take you home". Dwayne whispers against your ear, pressing a comforting kiss behind it. You shudder, breath hitching in your throat, a pleasant warmth tingling over your skin. It feels like a promise. A claim.

With his leather and leopard print clad arm around you, you miss the look he shares with David, who only nods in approval.

The bell chimes for the last time tonight as you lock it behind you, the building now falls in silence and darkness. Dwayne's arm is still loosely nestled around your waist whilst the other boys hop down to their bikes, parting ways with you. Paul nestles his nose against your temple, inhaling the scent of your hair with a breathy groan before bidding you a goodnight. Marko smiles reassuringly at you, his cherub face and gold curls hiding the tension inside him. The tension to eat. Kill.

David and him share a look, before he utters a soft murmur of your name and a 'goodnight'.

Dwayne takes you, as promised. Saddled behind him on his bike. They watch you both depart into the night before turning to the sound of the boardwalk, a cruel glint shining in their eyes.

David's lips curl into a predatory smile. Eyes glinting in the streetlights and neon signs.

"You got their scents Marko?".

The blonde sniffs, finding a trace of a man's scent leading off towards the beach. Embracing you was good for more than just comfort, he could smell them on you.

"Sure do David". Marko smirks, playful and dark. They all chuckle, satisfied.

"Let's go grab a bite to eat boys".

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Nothing. And I mean NOTHING. Can ever out hot the carousel scene from The Lost Boys

[p0lyn3sian]

Hiiii can I request a selfcare day with the slashers? Like their s/o some how convinced them to do a mini spa day? Clay mask, manicure, etc? :))

OFFFCCC, THESE SLASHERS NEED TO TAKE A SPA DAY!!

Slashers: Patrick, Norman, Carrie, Chucky (Charles) & Tiffany, Sinclair brothers, Billy & Stu, The Lost Boys, Hannibal & Will, Jason, RZ Michael, Thomas & Bubba, & Billy Lenz & Brahms!!

(This was not really accurate, because I've never been to a spa before, also I really wrote this kinda fast so there might be a lot of repeated words, so I'm so sorry!!)

Slashers x S/O doing a mini spa day!

Patrick:

Patrick wanted a spa day with you after all his anger he put on people.. So he reserved an expensive spa place for you and him! You didn't know how to pay Patrick back for taking you to an expensive spa, but he just says that it doesn't matter, and that his darling needed a spa day too!

Patrick ordered manicures for you, clay masks, massages, etc! There was so much that Patrick ordered for both of you, and he decided to reserve the whole damn place too! Because he didn't want to be bothered by other people.

Once you were done with your manicures, he pulled you into the massage room, and the people started massaging. Your muscles were really tight, due to the stress, and now you feel so relaxed and so does Patrick too! After massages, Patrick pulled you into the sauna room and rubbed the clay onto your face, and then he did his. Feeling even more relaxed in the hot sauna, you and Patrick are so glad you guys decided to do a spa day off of things that stresses both of you out.

Norman:

You suggested to Norman about a little spa day with you and him, since you've seen him always stressed out about something. Of course Norman wanted to take a day off of work and have a mini spa day with you! Norman had things for the spa day, because he does own a motel for bath stuff too!

Luckily your own home has a bath tub that would fit both you in, so you started turning on warm or hot water. Norman got bath bombs, things to make the clay masks, etc! Norman was so ready for this little mini spa day with you!Norman plopped 1 or 2 bath bombs that smell like flowers that you love to smell, and started making the clay masks. You took the bowl from him and told him that he had to relax, and that you will do everything prepared for him.

Norman then nodded his head and took his clothes off, and went into the water. After you did the clay masks, you then said to Norman you'll be right back, because you are going to get something. You came back with two bowls, one with melted chocolate and one with strawberries! You then pulled a chair and a small foldable table and sat down, and you started massaging Norman's head praising him for how wonderful he is, and also feeding chocolate strawberries!

Carrie:

You and Carrie have been planning a spa day as an anniversary on the day you two became best friends, or being girlfriends! You two decided to go to a spa that was nearby in your neighborhood, and the usual people that know you two welcomed you both in! Because you two loved to get manicures from there!

You then told the person that was working at the front desk, that you and Carrie are gonna do a spa day! They immediately got their people to prepare for the spa, clay masks, etc!

Then your spa room was ready, you and Carrie both walked into the room and felt the humid air on your skin, just the perfect temperature! You both then went into the spa and immediately felt relaxed, you then put clay on your face and Carrie's, and you then massaged her back. Just a nice relaxing spa day with your bestie/girlfriend Carrie!

Chucky (Charles) & Tiffany:

You and Tiffany were planning to go to a spa for relaxation, but Chucky heard your conversation and wanted to tag along since he wanted to relax too. You invited Chucky too since you got paid on Friday for this special occasion for everyone to just relax!

Walking into the spa it felt really welcoming, the decoration, colors, everything! You and Tiffany were ready for the spa and everything, but Chucky didn't want to do spa stuff, he thinks it's only for women..

That's okay, you didn't want to force him into anything that you and Tiffany like! You two immediately got ready for the spa, skin routine, clay masks, etc! After you two were done doing your routine, you both then went into the spa and immediately felt relaxed! Chucky just watched you two have the time of your lives, happy that you both are having fun, even him too!

Sinclair Brothers: (Bo, Vincent, & Lester)

You decided to make a spa day for them without telling them about it, since they've always been stressed out about something. You got everything ready for the brother, the warm bath, clay masks, etc! Right now you are taking them to your spa, blindfolded. A little trip and hits from tree branches over there and here, until you all arrived!

You pulled their blindfolds over their heads, and they were amazed to see a steaming built spa, some sweets/food, and a lot of other things too! Both Lester and Bo immediately went into the steaming spa and felt relaxed, but Vincent was taking his time. All three of them are now in the spa, and you grab some sweets/food and drinks.

You were happy they liked what you have done, all three of them were so relaxed! You then told them that you got snacks for them, and immediately Lester came by and wanted you to hand feed them. You laughed, and started feeding him snacks, Bo and Vincent just got their snacks. Everything was perfect for everyone!

Billy & Stu:

These two love snooping around your room, for stuff.. They looked at your colorful calendar to see what plans you have for this week. They've seen 'pay bills,' 'pay electricity bills,' so many damn bills they thought. Until their eyes landed on a Saturday and they read it, 'Spa days with my boys!!'

Billy and Stu put on their "poker face" and totally did not read your calendar! They went downstairs to see you cooking, and felt bad because after seeing that your calendar was full of bills and other important things, they wanted to help you! Billy grabbed the wooden cooking spoon from your hand, and by your surprise you were about to say something until Stu walked you over the table and let you sit down.

Once it was Saturday, they were so ready for you to take them to the spa! You told them that you all will be going to the spa! Arriving at the spa, you have already made a reservation for a room, and these two already hopped into the spa! You took your sweet sweet time putting on your clay mask, and you hopped into the spa too! Billy and Stu then started making fun of you, because of the stuff that was on your face! Which yes you almost got out of the spa and went somewhere because of their rudeness, but they pulled you back in. Laughter just filling in the air, while making splashes everywhere in the spa!

The Lost Boys: (David, Dwayne, Paul, & Marko)

Since these vampires can't go out in the sun, you planned their spa at night! You made it a surprise, so you had to put on masks to cover their eyes so that they wouldn't peek. Everything was ready, the spa, snacks, etc!

You uncovered all their eyes and let them see! The boys looked around the place you did, and walked towards the hot spa. Paul and Marko already took off their clothes and went in, feeling relieved and relaxed. David and Dwayne think that the steaming water will burn them, but looking at Paul and Marko it didn't seem they were screaming in pain or anything, so they went in too!

All of the boys started splashing water at each other's faces, making messes, and just being boys! Once you came by with the snacks, they wanted you to feed them, so you did! All the boys thought that you were coming to the spa, but you said it was for them. They all said their thanks since you did so much work for your vampires! They love you so much that you took your time with the spa, and how you take care of them too!

Hannibal & Will:

You had to take these two to a spa, because Will is always stressed out, and Hannibal needs to take his mind off of his killing.. So you pulled Hannibal and Will into the car and drove off. They asked you where you were taking them, and you just answered with a 'somewhere fun'.

You then parked your car and got outside with Will and Hannibal. Hannibal and Will looked at the store and thought that you were taking them shopping, but once they walked inside it was one of those spa places! They saw you talking to a front desk lady, probably thinking that you were paying, which they tried to stop you from paying. You told them you have already paid a reservation, and that you told them to follow you!

Hannibal and Will felt bad that you paid for the reservation for them! You told them not to worry about anything and that they just needed to relax! So they took your word and took off their clothes, and went into the spa. You did the same thing, since you felt really stressed too. You all felt really relaxed afterwards, and these two decided to take you all out to an expensive restaurant since you paid for the spa!

Jason:

Jason loves to look at magazines during his free time, and his eyes came across a page about spa! Jason then came running to you feeling all giddy about it, and you thought it was an earthquake since the cabin was shaking!

Then it stopped once Jason came to you, Jason showed you why he came running down the hall to you, and you looked at what he was pointing at and saw he was pointing at a spa. Relaxed people having fun, snacks, clay masks, etc! So you told Jason you would do that for him! Jason shook his head, and signed in sign language that he wanted to help you with building the spa and everything else!

You and Jason started building a spa that was like the one in the magazine, but a little different! After building the spa, Jason worked on doing the snacks and you did the stuff you both need for the spa! Jason then worked on putting a filter for the spa water, because since the only water there is, it's the lake water. You then came outside seeing Jason already prepared the spa, snacks, and the decorations! After all that hard work, you both finally went into the spa and everything was perfect, just a romantic spa with Jason!

RZ! Michael:

Spa day at home, because this Tarzan looking dude, is everywhere where he is wanted! You wanted to do a spa day for Michael, because you have a feeling that his hair is tangled, and he also needed to take a bath since he reeks of blood from his victims and animals..

You started a warm bubble bath, grabbed some body wash, shampoo, & conditioner. You then waited until the bath was filled almost to the top. Once the bathtub was filled, you then walked downstairs to get some snacks, and went back up. Michael then wondered what you were doing, and walked upstairs to where you were.Michael then saw you sitting down, and you looked at him and told him to come and shut the door. Michael then did what you asked and walked over to you, you then pointed at the bathtub and said that he had to take a bath.

Since there were bubbles in the bath, Michael immediately took off his clothes and went inside. Bubble baths is what makes Michael entertained, and it also reminds him of his mom doing his bath too! You squirted some conditioner on your hand and started untangling Michael's hair. After a little while of untangling his hair, you then fed Michael some snacks and told him that he did a great job of not complaining of showering! Just giving love and praise to Michael for doing such a great job!

Thomas & Bubba:

It was just a normal hot sunny day in Texas, and you have been working on doing a spa day with these two! Nice ice cold water for both of them, since their skin is always hot during hardworking days like these. Killing off people and making them as meat.

You got the ice bath ready, snacks, clay, etc! Now you have to tell them that they can come outside! You walked your home and told Thomas and Bubba that it was ready, Bubba got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked towards you, Thomas did the same too.

Walking to the backyard, Thomas and Bubba looked at the whole thing you made just for them! A nice cold bath, snacks, drinks, and some other stuff that they didn't know you made too! Since it was still hot outside almost all the ice melted, so it was still cold and Thomas and bubba love you so much that you took the time to make all this just for them. You also wanted to feed them some snacks which they let you! Luda Mae looked outside seeing that you made a spa for them, but with cold baths which she laughed at. But she was really happy that both boys are having fun and relaxing at the same time!

Billy Lenz & Brahms:

Doing a spa day is good for these two, because they always smell bad whenever they walk around the house. That's why these two are trying to find you in Brahms big mansion, until they found you in a big room that's like a big sauna room.

They looked at what you were doing at the spa, the snacks that were nearby, etc! You turned around and saw Billy and Brahms looking everywhere in the spa. You then walked to the door, closed it, and locked it just in case those two tried to run out from not taking a bath.. They wanted to know what was all this, until you told them that they had to take a bath. They fled to the door, but it was locked and saw that you were giving them your glare.

They sluggishly walked to the bath that was full of warm water with bubbles, took off their clothes, and went inside. You then placed the snack on a little foldable table, you grabbed a shower cloth and started scrubbing off all the dirt off of those two. You then grabbed the treats and fed them, they felt so relaxed and happy that you fed and washed them!

[tac-the-unseen]

how slasher reacts that s/o is rude and hot-tempered with everyone but with him he becomes sweet and kind ?? (pleaseee do Tommy)

Slashers x Rude Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Honestly whatever

•He thinks it's a little funny when you're sassy or bitchy with people

•He chill with almost whatever you do

•Loves feeling like He's the only person in your world (He's toxic like that)

•giving only him your affection sends every happy chemical to his brain

•No matter what your relationship, He wants to be the only one

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•You give these boys whiplash

•One second you're yelling at somebody, and the next you're giggling and laughing with them

•However watching you blow up at a guy for flirting with you is enough to make them stay

•If you're also a Ghostface, they're putting you on phone duty. They love your sassy one-liners

•They both back you up all the time, whether you're wrong or right

•these boys are real ride or dies (You did watch the movie right?)

Thomas Hewitt:

•Confused

•He has no idea how you can switch up so fast

•He loves how kind you are to him, But watching you be mean to everybody else makes his head spin

•On one hand he loves being around you, and you are truly his best friend. On the other, he doesn't know How you even became friends in the first place at times

•Your smile is enough to remind him though

•But he also knows that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, So he's double protective

Bubba Sawyer:

•Another case of whiplash

•But at least you get to stand up and fit in with his brothers

•they're the rudest people he knows, So at least he knows that you're truly part of the family

•And someone has to tell the cashier he ordered no pickles, And it's not going to be him

•Loves seeing your ‘soft’ side (It makes him feel special and trusted)

Bo Sinclair:

•Loves it

•Couldn’t be more proud

•Watching you snap at travelers is enough to put hearts in his eyes

•He cheers you on while you verbally brawl with others

•Sometimes wishes you're that bitchy with him (But then he remembers all the people you made cry, and prefers not to be on that receiving end)

Vincent Sinclair:

•A little unsettled by the deja vu he gets

•You remind him so much of his brother that it bothers him to a degree

•Then you're so sweet to him and he forgets that feeling for a while

•However he will have a mini crisis by how many rude people are in his life….or were

•Asks you to try and be a little nicer to people, while also giving you permission to have screaming matches with Bo (You leave poor Lester out of it!)

Lester Sinclair:

•He kind of needs someone to stand up for him

•someone has to set his brother's straight, and it sure ain't going to be him

•views you like a guard dog

•He's so grateful for it too

•Tries to repay you by taking you the scenic routes if you tag along with him for work

Billy Lenz:

•Whenever he's fed up he hands you the phone line

•Another slasher that cheers you on

•Scream at the sorority girls all you want, no matter what he'll be behind you with imaginary pom-poms

•And when you turn around and look at him with affection, it makes him melt

•Will be snuggled up to your mid section with you curse a bitch out

•If you literally weren't the only person in his life, you'd be a little concerned that you are his comfort person

Brahms Heelshire:

•as long as you're not rude to him, whatever

•kind of loves it, but will not admit it

•It makes him less prone to jump out and grab people

•Will still snatch a hoe if needed, but he loves to watch you take care of ‘pests’

•Sassing the grocery Boy is a sure way to get Brahms to do whatever you want

•It just makes him feel secure, heard, and understood

Hannibal Lecter:

•Be honest with yourself

•You do not have Will Graham privileges

•You're going in the soup

•om nom nom nom 😋

Will Graham:

•another case of: whatever don't care

•(Not) The rudest couple in town

•You've both mastered the “Bitch Please” Look

•Hannibal tries telling Will that you are bad influence, Will doesn't listen and does not care

•you're as sweetest can be to him and feed his puppies, that is enough for him

The Lost Boys:

•You fit right in

•What other possible qualifications would you need to have to join the residential sassy vampire biker club??

•Watching you curse out a clumsy Tourist makes their day

•David Loves to stand back and watch you ruin a sleazy dudes day

•Dwayne tries to reel you in when you go to far, but will mostly let you do your thing

•Paul and Marko Are your personal cheerleaders through and through! Right or wrong!

•But walking around the boardwalk, terrorizing tourists, spending time together in the cave, and overall spending time with them Really solidifies your place in the gang!

Thanks for Reading!

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Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: slight physical violence (manager grabs reader's arm), verbal abuse

Prompt: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” / “Yes.” / “What if I just break his nose a little?”

Summary: The boys have been coming to the diner you’re waiting tables at for a while. Your manager is not a fan. One night things escalate.

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The bell chimed above the door, signaling the arrival of new customers. You looked up after placing the food in front of an older couple, and a bright smile lit up your face as you saw the group of four that just walked in. David and his gang have been coming to the diner for months now. They showed up one night, seemingly curious about the new place that had just opened on the boardwalk. You took their order, they made a few flirty remarks, you flirted right back, and that was it. They obviously took a liking to you and have been coming back every other night. It was honestly the highlight of your day, your stomach flipping in excitement every time. Even if they barely ordered anything, they still spent hours there, and you made an effort to go over to them and chat when work got slower and you had some time.

Your manager clearly didn’t like that. He complained before that they make other customers uncomfortable – although it didn’t seem that way to you –, and chastised you for encouraging them to spend so much time there. He made it a point to give you meaningless tasks so you wouldn’t have time for them, making them leave quicker. He had also been making snide remarks about them and glaring at their table to the point that they started noticing it.

You could basically hear him rolling his eyes from behind the counter as you walked up to their booth and greeted them.

“Hey guys, long time no see,” you joked.

“Hi babe, did you miss us?” Paul purred resting his head in his hand, giving you a dreamy look.

“Maybe,” you smiled coyly. “Maybe not. Who knows?”

“You’re such a tease,” he pouted, but his eyes were smiling.

“You know you like it, Paulie.”

“Oh, I absolutely love it,” he grinned right back at you.

You chuckled. “What can I get you guys? The usual?”

“Can I have you for dinner, sugar? I promise I’ll be gentle. Unless you don’t want me to,” Marko said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You and gentle are on two different planets when it comes to eating, Marko. Babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let his teeth near me.”

Marko swatted at Paul, who grabbed a menu to shield himself. “Shut up, dude. You’re no better either. You make even bigger messes than I do.”

“Not true.”

“Who complained about his pants getting ruined just a few days ago? Again.”

“Come on, man, that was one time.”

“Like I said. Again.”

“Yeah? Well you-“

“Boys,” David interjected before it could get any more out of hand. “How about we order already?” His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it that caused the other two to begrudgingly back down. It was a good thing too. Some of the other customers were already staring at the commotion, shuffling uncomfortably in their seats and whispering among themselves. You could feel your manager practically glaring holes into the back of your head.

They proceeded to give you their orders one by one, and after writing them down and sending them one last smile, you went to relay the orders to the cook. That’s when your manager walked up to you, his stormy expression promising nothing good.

“I need to talk to you for a second,” he stated.

Holding back an eye roll you nodded, “Sure.”

“I told you before that they are not welcome here,” he started, sending a glance towards their table. “Tell those punks to behave or they’ll get kicked out. This is a respectable establishment. We don’t want some hooligans bringing down our reputation.”

You wondered whether he had the balls to do the kicking out himself, but all you said aloud was “Yes, sir.”

When you brought out their food, Dwayne caught your wrist to get your attention.

“Is he giving you trouble again?” He motioned with his eyes towards the kitchen, and you looked to see your manager staring out the little window cut into the door.

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t deal with,” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. Dwayne gave you a concerned look but nodded, trusting your word.

“Thanks for checking in with me though,” you added, feeling a little bashful all of a sudden, not really used to people caring this much about your well-being.

“Of course,” he smiled back at you.

After giving them their food, you wanted to stay and chat for a bit more, seeing as there weren’t many customers, but you could still feel the glare of your manager so you thought better of it. You went back behind the counter and started wiping it down.

You busied yourself with other tasks for a while, refilling a few coffee cups and making small talk while doing so, cleaning up tables after customers left and taking the orders of new arrivals. Even so, you kept stealing glances at them, blushing when you caught David already looking at you a few times. You noticed that he had a habit of following you around with his eyes while you were working, and although you were slightly unnerved at first, now it felt reassuring to know that he was constantly watching over you.

Tearing your eyes from him you wondered, not for the first time, what their life might be like outside these nightly visits. As much as you’ve gotten to know them these past few months, they were still an enigma in a sense. You haven’t seen them around town during the day before, and every time you asked questions about their background, they skillfully redirected the conversation. So you stopped inquiring, afraid that your prodding will drive them away. For now, you were satisfied with just having them here every other night, brightening up your shift with some light flirting and laughter.

Speaking of laughter, you looked up at the sound of a commotion, only to see Marko dodging a fry chucked at his head by Paul and quickly countering with an attack of his own. Paul barely had time to hold up his menu, the handful of fries bouncing off its surface and onto the seat between them, some of it dropping to the floor. He just let down his impromptu shield, when an onion ring landed right in the middle of his face. The whole table burst out laughing, and he was pointing an accusatory finger at Dwayne, who was shrugging his shoulders with a grin. David was leaning back, watching the food fight with amusement, sipping on his drink.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics, not even bothered that you will have to clean up the mess they created. You headed to the back to get a broom, already thinking about a witty line to tell them off. You just turned around to go back out there, when your manager grabbed your arm. Startled, you let go of the broom and it loudly clattered to the floor.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw that he was seething.

“You tell these low-lives to get the hell out of here right now. Enough is enough. They are loud, not respecting other customers, and now they are making a huge mess by throwing food around. I’ve had it up to here with all this. If they keep coming back I’ll have to do something about it,” he hissed at you, then gave you a look which made you feel like dirt under his shoe. “It would also help a lot if you weren’t encouraging them. Batting your eyelashes like a common whore. You think I couldn’t replace you within a few days? You need to start behaving like a professional or so help me I’ll kick you to the curb.”

His grip on you was tightening with each word, and you tried not to flinch. You’ve never seen him so angry before and it was starting to scare you.

“I’m just trying to be friendly with the customers…”

He wasn’t having any of it. “Enough with the fucking excuses. You go over there and tell them to get out right now.”

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked out and as soon as he let you go, you rushed out of there, broom forgotten on the floor.

David was already looking at you when you approached them. His eyes were on you the second you stepped out of the door, his mood darkening as he took you in. Dwayne picked up on it as well, following his gaze to you. He became alert when he saw your stiff posture, your fingers nervously fidgeting with your apron.

“Hey, dollface,” Paul greeted you with a radiant smile, “have you tried this milkshake before? It’s fucking amazing.”

His grin instantly disappeared from his face when you didn’t smile back.

“Everything okay, babe?” he asked, a bit unsure.

You gave him a sigh before you spoke, “I’m sorry, guys, but you have to leave.” There was silence at the table.

“He did this to you?” Marko’s voice was cold as he asked while staring at your arm, where a bruise was already starting to form.

“Marko, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you tried and failed to calm him down. He looked like he was fuming, ready to explode.

“Sweetheart, that’s not nothing,” Dwayne spoke up next, his jaw tight.

David didn’t say anything, but he was glaring down your manager with such intensity, that you saw him scramble back into the kitchen from the corner of your eye.

“I wanna punch him in the face,” Marko stated, and you had no doubt that he would if you let him.

“Please don’t. I need this job to pay my bills,” you sighed. You were getting exhausted at this point, and just wanted this shift to be over.

“Has he done this before? Hurt you?” Paul asked the question all of them wanted to know the answer to.

“No, he just likes to remind me that I’m a failure,” you smiled wryly. “But it’s nothing I can’t deal with. I promise.”

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Marko repeated, this time with the corner of his mouth turning upward into a little smirk.

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?” Now he was full on grinning.

You snorted. “Man, I would pay money to see that! But like I said, I really need this job. And if you do break his nose, even just a little bit, I’m sure as hell getting fired.”

David finally spoke up. “Alright, we won’t cause you any more trouble. Let’s go, boys.”

They all stood up, filing out one by one, each of them sending death stares towards your manager peeking through the kitchen door. You watched their retreating figures through the window for a second longer, already dreading how much more boring your shifts are going to be from now on if they don’t come back.

Out in the parking lot Dwayne turned to David. “We’re going to do something about this, right?”

“Yes, we’re definitely doing something about it.” He sent a smirk to the others, and as they silently communicated down the plan, they began grinning as well. They got on their bikes, and with a lot of heavy revving, they sped off into the night. It was a promise for later.

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How The Lost Boys would feel about PDA

Ordered from most to least interested

Includes: Fem reader, Suggestive/slight nsfw, possessiveness

Paul

* The Most™️ PDA

* Above all else he is a horndog, and shameless at that

* Whenever the thought crosses his mind (which is a lot), he’s grabbling, groping, kissing, etc

* He just finds you too hot to resist

* He loves when you do the same too, feel him UP

* Like he doesn’t look that good for nothing

* Sometimes his PDA def leads to sneaking off to an alley for some fun

* Make outs and perhaps more cus man does love the thrill of getting caught

* But usually it’s just you two playing with each other and teasing until it’s time to go back to the cave

* If you aren’t a fan of his spontaneous grabs, or push him off, he’ll def pout a bit

* He loves you, he loves how you feel, he wants to feel you all the time

* On the other hand, he’d never hurt you if he could help it, so he moves on, either channeling his energy into yapping or keeping it pent up for later

Marko

* Absolutely into PDA

* He’s just very affectionate towards you, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or private

* He loves to have you on his lap when him and the boys are sitting down

* Just having you close is his favorite thing, no matter the place

* Though he’s also a little shit when he wants to be

* He’ll slap your ass or pull you close when you least expect it, he just loves to see you flustered

* He also isn’t shy about telling you how smokin you are in front of the whole boardwalk

* The man is obsessed, what can he say

* If you aren’t one for PDA it takes him a sec to adjust

* He isn’t used to staying away, and it’s not really his favorite

* But he’s dedicated to listening to you and treating you right, so if you say no PDA, no PDA it is

* He can be patient, and more than make up for it once you’re alone ;)

Dwayne

* Enjoys having hands on you, but isn’t as overtly horny as Paul

* He’s subtle, but not for the same reasons as David

* He doesn’t care if people see him be affectionate towards you

* He’s just chill like that honestly

* When you’re next to him, he doesn’t give a shit about what anyone else thinks

* Even the rest of the boys, who certainly make fun of you two for being so disgustingly in love

* He could not care less, he’ll have his arm around you, he’ll take a kiss anytime, he’ll hold hands

* If you’re happy, he’s happy

* Of course if you aren’t the type for that sort of stuff he can deal and show his love in other ways

* He’s a very attentive partner whether you’re touching or not, it’s how he is

* Though if someone gets the idea they can be in your space, or if he catches onto some flirting, he’ll be a little more showy

* Putting his jacket on you, pulling you into a less then casual kiss, holding your waist

* He’s keen to show whoever it is exactly how off-limits you are

David

* A lil PDA, but it’s more to show possession rather than affection

* Generally, David likes to keep it cold in public

* Man would rather take a stake than have anyone think he’s soft

* If you think he’ll go along with being all affectionate for you when you’re not alone, you are mistaken

* It’s not his style, and it never will be

* However

* Everyone on that boardwalk has to know you’re his

* Under his protection, do not touch

* So he usually keeps it simple, an arm around you or you holding onto his arm as you walk around, etc.

* That’s also why he prefers you riding on the back of his bike rather than on your own

* He likes you being dependent on him, and everyone seeing

* If you don’t like PDA, great!

* He’s fine walking around with you touch-free, as long as you remain at his side

* Though do expect him to find another way to show the public who you belong to

[witchymommy27]

Born to have good taste, forced to find THAT attractive.