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Rusted Orange Leaves

Poly Lost Boys x gender neutral reader

It's been awhile! I am so sorry for being gone so long. Ever since graduating life has been sort of a roller coaster. Working full time along with trying to figure out student loans has been tough.

I wanted to start writing again and get back into The Lost Boys with a bit of a self indulgent fic. For context I recently lost my Nana (grandmother) a couple weeks ago and its been tough to say the very least. She was not only my grandmother but she was another mother to me and in this fic there is a lot of things that are actual things that my Nana and I would do together. Not only that but this is also a fic for anyone who might've lost there own grandmother or even a grandparent in general who you had a very close connection with.

Happy fall to all of you and I am very excited to write for one of my favorite seasons of the year. Get ready for some spooky, Halloween fun and in general fall themed fluff.

Word Count: 1,840

The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon filled David’s noise as he walked into a place that he called a second home. Music that he remembered coming out during the time of the 1910’s and 20’s played at a reasonable volume. Being loud enough for anyone to enjoy but just low enough that people could talk comfortably to each other without raising their voice.

He smiled softly as he walked deeper into the house and caught sight of you doing your thing around the kitchen.

You were making your grandmother’s infamous great pumpkin cookies that she made every year around the fall holidays. You smiled a little though that smile didn’t quite reach your eyes as you mixed in the chocolate morsels that went in the cookies.

But now these cookies were to be made by you and other members of your family since your grandmother unfortunately passed away not even a month ago in September, just before the leaves started to turn.

A part of you was sentimental; making her baked goods and other recipes she taught you ever since you were little. You and your mother were really the only two who she taught her recipes to, leaving it to the both of you to teach the rest of the family.

You had her cookies on your list along with her pumpkin and apple pie and the traditional fall soups she made from scratch. You also had some of your own recipes you’ve been wanting to make.

With it being the beginning of October, the leaves turning their beautiful vibrant colors, you turned on the music that your grandparents played and had been going at it in the kitchen since the early hours of the morning.

You were so engrossed in your activity that you didn’t notice your boyfriend David walk into your home. You had given him a key a while ago, turning your home into his home as well… along with your other three boyfriends; Dwayne, Marko and Paul.

David had gotten there before any of the boys could. He knew that you were dealing with your grief in your own way. You had been having your days where certain sounds, images and even scents sent you into a crying mess. Hell, even before your grandmother passed away, you got so upset because a candle you bought smelt like her.

You wanted to bask in her scent forever. Her smell gave you comfort and it scared you that you could never live in it again so you haven’t even lit it since her passing. Afraid to lose it and never smell it again.

David knew that your grandparents weren’t just that, they were another set of parents; a mother and father to you. David knew how much your grandmother loved you. He and the boys got to spend some time with her and she talked about you so much and always wanted to make sure that you were taken care of. You were her first grandchild and she loved you like you were her own.

Your grandmother even had them tear up, making them promise her that they would love you and make sure that you would always be happy and live your life. And they promised that.

You eyed the amount of batter in your mixing bowl, finally noticing David when he walked into the kitchen, “Hey.” You said quietly, not fully trusting your feelings in that moment. You wanted to cry, but at the same time, you were feeling the most comfortable since her passing.

David smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your temple, “Hey. I can see you’ve been busy.”

You nodded, leaning into him, “I made some apple turnovers for the first time. I think they came out really good. I have another batch in the oven and pumpkin soup is simmering on the stove… think it’s too much?”

David shook his head, “Nope. I think it’s perfect. Do you need any help?” David didn’t think it was too much. If anything with how much the four of them loved your food, it could never be enough. And who was he to stop you from cooking and baking, this was your way of coping, he didn’t want to stop you from healing.

You felt warm and fuzzy when he offered to help. Cooking with David was always wonderful. It surprised you just how much he enjoyed doing the activity with you. It warmed your heart even more at the idea that you were gonna teach him your grandmother’s recipes.

“Yeah, I can teach you her pumpkin pie and I wanted to make her chicken pot pie to go with the soup.” You could help but get excited as you explained what you wanted to make.

David just smiled, taking off his coat and gloves, grabbing a basic brown waist apron that was hanging on a hook in your kitchen, matching your own. You got one for him after he complained a little by getting flour and food particles on his pants one night.

He tied it around his waist and grabbed the kitchenware he needed and the ingredients that he needed. He followed your instructions as you did your own thing, chopping whatever vegetables and poultry needed for the chicken pot pie.

Of course, during the longest part of cooking, prep work, did the others file into your home.

Paul came in smiling at the scene before him. He never in his life thought he would see David doing such a domestic thing in his life, but then again, he didn’t think that for himself either. “Do we have to kiss the cooks?” Paul teased before giving you a kiss on the lips, tasting pumpkin and chocolate on your tongue as he gave you a stomach fluttering deep kiss that held nothing but love with no lust behind it. Just pure love.

David rolled his eyes when Paul gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek to tease the bleach blonde. “Smells great in here.”

Paul honestly loved it when the home smelled like this. Your home for him was a place of comfort. A place for him to unwind and just relax. That’s what made you very similar to your grandmother. Both of you made your homes feel like a home.

He always thought your grandmother was the definition of a grandmother. A woman with a heart of gold and a pure soul. Always making sure everyone was taken care of. The day she passed was a sad one.

He was frozen in fear the moment the news settled in for you. He had never seen someone feel so much pain that wasn’t physical. He’d seen you sob your heart out before. But seeing your face turn into anguish and cry out so loudly and so heart broken, truly shook him to his core.

Since then he’s been treating you much more softly. It wasn’t per your request, but something in him changed and he wanted to show you just how much he cherished you. It’s not like he didn’t already, he just had a much more lustful and hornier way of going about it.

Marko was next to walk in, carrying a small brown bag in his hand and smiled once he saw you spreading out the cookie batter on the pan, “Are those the pumpkin cookies you were talking about?”

Marko softly grabbed your chin and placed a short kiss on each of your cheeks before placing one on your lips.

You giggled as Marko gently nipped at your lip, “Yes. I’m gonna bake them once the rest of the apple turnovers are done… what did you get?”

Marko smiled as he carefully pulled out two tea cups with saucers attached to them. One design to be like fall colored leaves and the other in the shape of a pumpkin with leaves. You cooed at the teacups, wanting to hold them but didn’t want to dirty them with the batter on your hands.

“Oh, Marko. They’re so cute.” You cooed softly. Marko felt his chest swell with pride as he got you a gift that made your eyes sparkle. And he knew that tone in your voice. You only talk that way when you truly love something.

“I’ll go put them with the rest of your collection.” He took the teacups and placed them in a wooden cupboard with glass that you used as a display case for your teacups that you pulled out in rotation to use. You had an addition to mugs and teacups and you had an ever growing collection that weren’t just sitting on a shelf but were used for different times throughout the year.

Marko grinned to himself. He had been trying his best to make you smile recently. Little gifts and outings have been his way to do just that. Even though you’ve told him multiple times that he didn’t need to buy you any gifts, he wanted to. He loved seeing your eyes shine with happiness and he wanted to treat you. You’ve been going through your emotions and even your thoughts for the most part alone.

You didn’t want to talk to your family much about how you were feeling, afraid of judgment on some weird level. You were afraid that your family wasn’t going to understand how you felt and the way you were going through your grieving process.

After placing the teacups in the case, he took one of the apple turnovers you already made and took a bite of it, groaning at how good they were. “These are banging.” He comments. Paul joined in and grabbed one of his own, enjoying the freshly baked dessert.

Dwayne was the last to walk in. Seeing you doing something that you love and glowing, his heart, if it could, would’ve fluttered. Without a word, Dwayne came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaned down placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re not pushing yourself, are you?”

You shook your head, done with placing the batter on the pans, “No. I’ve been taking breaks here and there throughout the day.”

Dwayne hummed, squeezing your waist a little, “Good.”

He didn’t want you overworking yourself too much, even if it was doing something you loved. Sometimes, Dwayne would just make sure that you took time to rest and relax. He knew how hard the past couple weeks have been for you. If the nights of you crying in his arms didn’t tip him off, then you being extra clinging to them lately did.

You moved to go wash your hands, Dwayne still having a grip on you and moving with you, not wanting to let go yet.

You chuckled, and after you dried off your hands, you reached up and tangled your fingers through his hair. Feeling the utmost content in this moment.

Out of all the days that have gone by in the past couple weeks, for once you felt at ease.

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40 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

To The Shock of Miss Louise Part 3

Word Count: 1,420

Warnings: none

Poly Lost Boys x FemOC x Michael and Star

It's been soooooo long! I apologize, school has been so busy, and writers block has been terrible. I am hoping to get some more writing done and be more constant with posting things.

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Roseanne’s lips curled into a smile around the straw of her strawberry lemonade drink that Dwayne so kindly got her. The group was sitting at two picnic tables that they all pulled together to seat everyone.

Roseanne giggled as Star started adding more tiny braids throughout her hair. She watched as the group talked and joked amongst themselves as they ate their food. It reminded her of her coven. All tight knit and overall, a family.

“I’m not pulling too hard, am I?” Star asked Roseanne as she finished tying off one of the braids.

“Oh, no. You’re fine, Star.” Roseanne looked over her shoulder to the brunette. Roseanne swore she could get lost in Star’s eyes.

Star smiled and tucked back some strand hairs behind Roseanne’s ear, “You’re freckles are cute.” Star said as she lightly brushed her finger over a couple of her freckles on her cheek.

The witch fiddled with the straw of her drink, “I, uh, thank you.” Roseanne said shyly.

“What are you two talking about?” Michael leaned in, his face close to Roseanne’s as he tried to listen in on their conversation.

Roseanne turned her head, her and Michael’s noses just barely touching each other’s. Michael smiled at Roseanne’s flustered state, damn she was cute.

Star placed her chin on Roseanne’s shoulder, “Her freckles. They’re adorable.”

Michael hummed, catching Star’s eyes before speaking. He knew Star was enjoying watching him flirt with Roseanne. “I agree.” He tugged on one of the extra braids that Star did, “Do you mind that I’m this close?” Michael all but whispered to her.

The witch shook her head no, she didn’t mind it one bit.

Across from them, David watched with a smirk as Michael and Star slowly drew Roseanne in. David was letting the both of them draw her in first. They were full fledged vampires at this point. In a way, it was a good test for David to see just how well they can fully control themselves.

He eyed Star as the curly haired brunette closed her eyes for a brief moment to inhale Roseanne’s scent. Star was also the one to point out that Roseanne might not be who she appears. For some odd reason, Star could sense it when they couldn’t, or at least not yet.

Star’s eyes opened and she looked over at David. She’s definitely not human. And… Star’s thoughts trailed off.

David raised a brow, And?

Michael can smell it too now.

David blinked at that new piece of information. He wondered why Roseanne still smelled normal to the rest of them. And why Michael only just started sensing the difference.

Speaking of Michael, he was leaning in, his eyes fixed on the exposed part of Roseanne’s neck. She didn’t notice as Star was keeping her occupied with talking and fiddling around with her hair.

Michael licked his lips as the witch’s scent invaded his senses. She smelt of some kind of flower. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but it smelt beautiful. His face moved closer, his lips just mer inches away. It was so tempting.

“Michael.” David warned.

Michael’s head whipped away from Roseanne and gulped nervously as David stared him down. Sorry. I lost myself for a second.

He awkwardly picked at his food as David’s eyes softened at his flustered state. It’s okay. You’re still getting used to everything.

In a way David guided Michael. He made sure that the new vampire didn’t fly off the handle. He kept Michael grounded and helped him through the majority of his new life. Star had a hand here and there, but David took it upon himself to be there for Michael every step of the way.

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49 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

A Mixtape For You Pt.1

Summary: Ella Barrett witnessed the past year when Will went missing. Hell, hard to avoid when Ella is the only empath of Dr. Brenners experiments. Maybe it'll give her a helping hand when it comes to understanding the new bad boy from California; Billy Hargrove.

Word Count: 3,142

Notes: First time writing Billy. Forgive me if it's a little too ooc, I'm rewatching season 2 and the last time I watched it was when it first came out. This is also starting near the beginning of the school year cause I wanna flesh out Ella since I'm starting her off in season 2 and not in season 1 where she did take part in the events. Enjoy!

Billy Hargrove x FemOC

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"Ah, Ms. Barrett, so glad you joined us."

When Billy turned his head, up to that moment, he thought all the girls around this damn school were the same, big, poofy hair, brightly colored outfits, all the same style, but he was proven wrong when she walked in.

Long, straight and dyed pink hair sat on top of her head, her face void of any makeup that the girls seemed to cake on their faces. She wore an emerald green baggy sweater that was slightly tucked into a pair of denim shorts, a pair of black thigh high stockings that almost seemed to tease him with a sliver of her skin showing, and a pair of laced up black boots.

The girl smiled apologetically, slipping off the headphones that were attached to the walkman in her hands, "Sorry, running late."

The teacher sighed and gestured towards Billy, "Sit next to Mr. Hargrove, he will be your lab partner for the rest of the year."

Ella nodded without saying a word and adjusted her shoulder bag, walking to the empty seat next to Billy. Ella glanced, catching Billy's eyes for a quick second. She had to admit that he was attractive, no doubt about it, but with the way he smirked at her, she knew that he was like most of the boys in the hell she calls school; an asshole.

Begrudgingly she sat next to Billy at their shared lab table, placing her walkman on the surface and pulling out her notebook and pencil, focusing solely on the presentation that was being given to the class.

Of course, Ella focusing on the presentation apparently didn't sit well with the new boy that was sitting next to her, "So, who's the doll that I get to be lab partners with all year?" He whispered.

Ella raised a brow and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was smirking with those pretty lips of his, head turned to her and not even bothering to listen to the teacher. Ella didn't answer, huffing and went back to scribbling more notes on her paper.

Billy grinned. She was certainly different. Every single girl in this school was practically jumping at the chance to talk to him, hell, even stand within five feet of him, yet this mysterious, quiet girl next to him acted like he didn't even exist.

"If we're gonna be sitting next to each other all year, you could at least tell me your name. Don't wanna be calling you Barrett, unless you like 'doll'." Billy whispered again, leaning closer to Ella.

Ella paused her note taking and looked at Billy, unamused by his flirtatious nickname. Billy grinned, "You like that huh, doll?" Her eyes were a pale green… pretty.

Ella rolled her eyes and wordlessly pulled out a sheet of clean paper from her note book. No one looked over at the noise of paper tearing, Ella had a habit of pulling random sheets of paper from her notebook all through her classes.

She quickly scribbled on it and slid it to Billy, her eyes going back to the words written in chalk on the blackboards.

Billy raised a brow and slid the paper to him with his fingers. One word was written at the top with neat and small handwriting; Ella.

Billy smirked, "Ella…not much of a talker are you? Or are you too nervous to talk to me?"

Ella huffed again, a little pissed that this new boy was taking her away from one of the few classes that she actually enjoyed. She slid the paper back to her and wrote on it again. Annoyed, she slid it back to him once she was done.

Underneath her name was written; 'Nothing much to talk about. And no, I'm not nervous, I like staying quiet. Is that a problem, Hargrove?' Billy never thought a written sentence could give him so much sass.

Licking his lips, he grabbed a pencil from Ella's case that she had out, to which he was given a glare for doing. If this is how Ella wanted to play, Billy would happily play it.

He slid the paper back to her and his own handwriting was underneath Ella's. 'It's Billy. And yeah, I'd rather hear that pretty voice of yours than this stupid paper'.

Ella snorted, her lip twitching, fighting to smile. What. An. Ass.

Glancing up at the front of the class, she wrote again, not giving Billy any piece of satisfaction. Guys like Billy amused Ella. Just how self-centered can a guy get?

'Deal with it. It's paper or nothing.'

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70 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

@otonokis THEY’RE HERE!! They got in a couple days ago, I’ve just been busy and haven’t had the time to post this pic. They sitting on my record player for the time being🙃. They are so adorable, I love them!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also the stickers are going on my new sketchbook that’s coming in❤️❤️ Also can’t wait to get Marko and complete the set.

Thank you and I’m in love with them!!!

92 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Take a Break

Some self indulgent poly lost boys. It’s the first day back from spring break and I’m already mentally and physically exhausted and I wish I had some physical and emotional affection. (Literally this is how I feel right now. I’m single as hell and my best friend, who is like my cuddle buddy, goes to a school a bunch of states away from me, so my anxiety and stress is crazy right now. Plus, self insecurities to the max.)

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, stress, comparing self to others, vague hints to self insecurity, fluff, comfort

Poly Lost Boys x Gender Neutral reader

You were exhausted to say the least. It was only the first couple of days of being back from spring break and you were ready to tap out. The pile of papers, your science lab with notes due every single week, and multiple projects that keep you up until the crack of dawn. You were lucky if you even got your full needed eight hours of sleep. But no, it was three or four at the most, and that was almost everyday.

Your boys, your absolute sweet boys took notice of your change. The tired eyes, not fully paying attention, moving slowly while walking with them on the boardwalk or even just leaning on one of them when out on your group date. They could tell that you were just mentally, emotionally and just physically exhausted.

They knew how hard college was for you. They literally all but dragged you into your little nest when spring break started so you could get a full day rest, it helped, but unfortunately it didn’t last very long.

“Take a break.” David rubbed your shoulders from behind you as you leaned over your desk in your room, working on your latest assignment, taking notes.

You blinked slowly, the words on your textbook becoming blurry and almost impossible to read. You knew you needed to stop, but you were a couple days behind already. A part of you knew that your professors wouldn’t exactly kill you for not being completely done, but you wanted to be on top of everything.

“I can’t. I gotta get this done for tomorrow. I did none of my work during break and now I’m even farther behind.” You mumbled, flipping to the next page, squinting at your footnotes and highlighted lines… At that moment, your organized notes in your science textbook made little to no sense. You were really tired.

“Y/n…” David warned, his fingers threading into your hair at the base, messaging it gently.

You whined, closing your eyes, “David.”

“Babe, come on.” Marko spoke softly from the foot of your bed, watching as David tried to tear you away from your work space, “You need to step away. You’ve been working ever since we got here.”

You set your pen down, becoming more and more tempted to step away and listen to them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, “But I want to finish it.”

“Is it due tomorrow?” Dwayne asked from his spot on your bed, leaning up against the headboard, playing with your little trinkets that you keep on your nightstand.

You sighed, “Well no…”

Dwayne raised a brow, “When is it due?” He knew that you had other assignments on top of the one you were working on, but you had a habit of pushing your due dates a little bit earlier than they actually were.

“Not till the end of the semester technically, but my professors want me to take notes in between our labs and lectures.” You explained. You did it so you could be organized and keep up to date with your materials.

You leaned back into David’s touch, enjoying it, “But I have other assignments to do that are due tomorrow, like actually do tomorrow and I haven’t even started.” God, you hated it when this happened. You knew that the majority of your classmates wouldn’t have the assignments done either, but it still didn’t make you feel any better about getting nothing done.

Your boyfriends knew that as well. You were sometimes a little too hard on yourself and compared yourself to other people's work too often.

“Y/n, baby, you still got time and your professors wouldn’t be upset if you took a personal day off to take care of yourself.” Paul reminded you. He was worried about you, they all were. They were happy that you had professors that would understand taking a mental health day, and you needed one badly.

You whined again, “Fine. But I’m not emailing them. Dwayne?” You asked your boyfriend. Dwayne was good at writing emails, he and David were often ones to help you with your work, though Dwayne somehow had a way with words that you didn’t.

Dwayne took your laptop from your bag and immediately went to work emailing your professors that you had tomorrow, saying you were taking a day to yourself.

David chuckled, “Come here, kitten.” He grabbed a hold of your arms and hooked them around his neck, then lifted you up, one arm under your knees and the other holding your back.

You practically buried your face in his chest and shivered as his cold skin touched your own. He shedded his coats and gloves hours beforehand, revealing his black t-shirt underneath it all. You loved him like this.

He carried you to your bed, laying you down beside Dwayne as he finished up your emails. David himself, laid next to you on your other side, helping you slip under the covers and getting comfortable.

With bright smiles, Marko and Paul crawled over to you as well, making you smile when they made themselves comfortable in what was becoming a cuddle pile. Paul laid his head on your blanket covered thigh while Marko rested his head on your hip.

With a grunt, Dwayne set down your laptop, “Done.” He turned off your lamp on your nightstand which was the only light in the room. The room became pitch black except for the alarm clock which read one a.m.

Dwayne made himself comfortable and hugged you from behind, digging his face into your hair while David did the same with your neck.

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320 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

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