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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. 

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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. 

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You Smell Like Trouble

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: David (Lost Boys) x Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You meet David, with his predatory charm on the Santa Carla boardwalk, and a thrilling, tension-filled night ride leaves you craving more of his dark allure.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: suggestive themes. sexual tension. implied danger.

The Santa Carla boardwalk is alive with chaos—neon lights flickering, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sea salt, and cheap cotton candy. Laughter and screams from the roller coaster mingle with the crash of waves in the distance.

You weave through the crowd, your sundress catching the warm breeze, feeling the pulse of the night like it's a living thing. You're not here for the rides or the games. You're here because something in this town calls to you, a pull you can't explain, like a moth drawn to a flame it knows will burn.

That's when you see him.

He's leaning against a sleek black motorcycle, one boot propped on the curb, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. Platinum blond hair, leather gloves, and a long coat that shouldn't work in this heat but somehow makes him look untouchable. His smirk is sharp enough to cut, and his eyes—god, his eyes—are locked on you like he's already decided you're his.

The boys around him, all leather and menace, are watching, too, but they fade into the background as the two of you gaze at each other like your eyes are locked and unable to look away.

Your feet don't stop as you walk toward them, almost floating through the crowd with only one destination in mind. The blond's smirk grows when he sees you slowly walking to him.

"You're not from around here," he says, voice low, a gravelly drawl that slithers down your spine. He doesn't move and doesn't need to. The words are a hook, and you're already caught.

You stop a few feet away, tilting your head, a grin tugging at your lips. You've never been one to shy away from trouble, and this guy? He's trouble wrapped in leather and moonlight. "And you look like you bite."

His eyebrow twitches upward, a flicker of surprise in those predatory eyes. The cigarette glows as he takes a drag, exhaling smoke that curls in the air like a warning. "Only if you ask real nice."

The boys behind him snicker, their laughter rough and wild, but you barely hear them. Your focus is on David and the way his gaze burns gold under the streetlight like a wolf sizing up its prey.

You should walk away. Every instinct screams that this is a game you don't know the rules to, that he's dangerous in ways you can't even fathom.

But you've never been good at listening to instincts.

Instead, you step closer, close enough to smell the leather and smoke clinging to him and feel the heat radiating from his body. You tilt your chin up, meeting his stare head-on. "What if I like danger?"

The air between you crackles, the moment stretching like a rubber band pulled taut, ready to snap. His eyes darken, pupils dilating, and for a heartbeat, you think he might lunge, close the distance, and devour you right there.

Instead, his gloved hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist firmly but carefully, like he's testing how easily you break.

"You're riding with me tonight, sweetheart," he says, voice dropping to a near-growl. "Don't ask questions you aren't ready to answer."

Your pulse hammers under his grip, but you don't pull away. You should. You know you should. But the thrill of it, the way his touch sends electricity skittering through your veins, makes you reckless. You flash him a defiant smile. "Lead the way, then."

His smirk widens, dangerous and approving, and he tugs you toward the motorcycle. The boys whoop and holler, their voices fading as David swings a leg over the bike, pulling you onto the seat behind him.

The leather is cool against your thighs, but his body is warm and solid as you press against his back. Your arms slide around his waist, fingers brushing the taut muscle beneath his coat, and you feel him tense, just for a second like your touch surprises him.

"Hold on tight," he murmurs, and the engine roars to life, a growl that vibrates through your bones. The boardwalk blurs as he peels out, the neon lights smearing into streaks of color. The wind whips your hair, stings your cheeks, and you laugh—wild, uninhibited, the sound swallowed by the night.

You don't know where he's taking you, and you don't care. The Santa Carla coastline flashes by, cliffs and ocean blending into a dark, endless expanse.

David's laughter, low and rough, cuts through the roar of the engine, and you feel it in your chest, a dangerous harmony to your own reckless joy.

Eventually, he slows, pulling off the road onto a rocky overlook perched above the sea. The bike rumbles to a stop, and the sudden silence is deafening, broken only by the distant crash of waves. You slide off the seat, legs shaky from the ride, and turn to find David watching you, one arm draped over the handlebars, his gaze unreadable but intense.

"Nice view," you say, gesturing to the ocean, but your eyes stay on him. He's still straddling the bike, all sharp angles and coiled power, like a panther deciding whether to pounce.

He doesn't answer right away.

Instead, he climbs off the bike, slow and deliberate, and steps toward you. The space between you shrinks, and your breath catches as he stops just close enough for you to feel the heat of him again. He's taller than you realized, his presence looming, and his voice is a low, dangerous purr when he speaks.

"You smell like trouble," he says, echoing the vibe of that first moment on the boardwalk. His gloved hand lifts, brushing a strand of hair from your face, the leather cool against your flushed skin. "And I'm starting to think you know exactly what you're doing."

Your heart skips, but you don't back down. You never do. "Maybe I do," you reply, voice softer now, laced with a challenge. "Or maybe I'm just curious how much trouble you really are."

His lips twitch, not quite a smile, but something darker, hungrier. He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath against your neck, cool and teasing. "Careful, sweetheart," he murmurs, and there's a hint of something sharp in his tone that makes your skin prickle with both fear and want. "Curiosity like that can get you in deep."

You tilt your head just enough to meet his gaze, your lips inches from his. The tension is a live wire humming between you, and you're not sure if you want to close the gap or see how long you can make it last. "Good thing I want that."

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, and your breath hitches. But then he pulls back, just enough to leave you wanting, his eyes glinting with amusement and something far more dangerous.

"Not yet," he says, voice rough. "You're not ready for me yet."

The words are a promise and a threat, sending a shiver down your spine. You want to argue and push, but there's a small, quiet part of you that knows he's right.

There's something about him, something beyond the leather and the smirk, that feels like it could unravel you completely.

He steps back, releasing you, and the sudden absence of his touch leaves you unsteady. He jerks his head toward the bike. "Come on. Night's not over."

You follow because, of course, you do.

The ride back is quieter, the tension still simmering but softer now, like embers instead of a blaze. Riding through Santa Carla at night on the back of his bike felt like a fever dream.

When he finally drops you off at the boardwalk, the crowd has thinned, and the neon lights dimmer. He doesn't get off the bike this time; he just watches you with that same unreadable intensity.

"See you around, trouble," he says, and the nickname feels like a brand like he's claimed a piece of you without even trying — without even asking.

You watch him ride off, the engine roar fading into the night, and your heart is still pounding, your skin tingling where he touched you. You don't know what he is, and you don't know what you've just stepped into, but one thing is sure.

You're already in too deep, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Poly lost boys + Michael x gn reader

Fluffy chaotic tickle fight, with all of them on the receiving end of the tickles sfw

Hi there! Tysm for the request! I hope you enjoy <33

Word Count- 507 Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing- Lost Boys + Michael x GN! Reader Title- Ticklish

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s ticklish.” - Was the sentence that spurred the cave into chaos, bubbles of laughter spewing from Marko as you and Paul descended on him with wiggling fingers. 

“H-” Marko’s fake cry for help was drowned out by more of his laughter as he fell back into the vintage couch, the lighting dancing across his collarbones as his body vibrated, jerking around as the two of you wouldn’t let up. 

“Say uncle!” Paul teased, the fondness in his tone almost hiding the chaos that lay within his eyes as his hands slipped under the worn cotton tank top and into Marko’s torso. Your own hands taking purchase behind his thighs, dragging down to tickle at the not-so-commonly touched flesh behind his kneecaps. 

“How about you first?” Dwayne pitched in, swooping in to begin his own assault on Paul’s sensitive flesh. 

Soon, Paul was descended next to Marko on the couch, breathless as laughs wracked through his body. If he wasn’t a vampire, you’d be more concerned with his heaving. 

“Now sugar plum, don’t think you’re neglected,” was all you heard before you felt the familiar warmth of Michael’s hands tickle at the crevice of your neck, your body jerking in response as a squeal slipped past your lips.

“Michael!” you cried out between breaths, twisting and shifting away from him as David watched from afar, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed from his wheelchair. 

“C’mon, you can dish it but you can’t take it?” He hummed against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to it as Marko sprang up from the couch, your body easily taking his place as the two made it their mission to pull every laugh out of you they could.  You writhed against the fabric, hands grabbing at a cushion to playfully smack the boys with. 

“David-” you jerked to the side, doing your best to give puppy dog eyes to your beloved amidst the pillow smacking to Michael’s head. “-save me!” you pleaded before erupting into another fit of giggles. 

Paul took the moment to take up his own arsenal, a pillow in each hand, swinging at Dwayne with them like they were twin swords. “En guarde!” He joked before Dwayne easily disarmed him, a kiss being pressed to Paul’s forehead. 

“Now that I think about it,” Dwayne piped up, making the tickle fest die down for just a brief moment. Your foot was pressed on Marko’s shoulder and the other one firmly against Michael’s chest as your knees were bent up to body block their monstrous attacks. Paul’s head somehow now pressing into your stomach as the four of you caught your breaths, waiting for Dwayne’s next words. 

“I don’t think David here should be missing out on all the fun.” Dwayne finally finished, making all eyes snap towards him.

“Now wait a second…” David’s expression shifted from amusement to mock horror as the four of you let out a battle cry, “Get’im!” as you sprang from the cushions to launch yourselves at David. 

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Poly lost boys + Michael x gn reader

Fluffy chaotic tickle fight, with all of them on the receiving end of the tickles sfw

Hi there! Tysm for the request! I hope you enjoy <33

Word Count- 507 Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing- Lost Boys + Michael x GN! Reader Title- Ticklish

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s ticklish.” - Was the sentence that spurred the cave into chaos, bubbles of laughter spewing from Marko as you and Paul descended on him with wiggling fingers. 

“H-” Marko’s fake cry for help was drowned out by more of his laughter as he fell back into the vintage couch, the lighting dancing across his collarbones as his body vibrated, jerking around as the two of you wouldn’t let up. 

“Say uncle!” Paul teased, the fondness in his tone almost hiding the chaos that lay within his eyes as his hands slipped under the worn cotton tank top and into Marko’s torso. Your own hands taking purchase behind his thighs, dragging down to tickle at the not-so-commonly touched flesh behind his kneecaps. 

“How about you first?” Dwayne pitched in, swooping in to begin his own assault on Paul’s sensitive flesh. 

Soon, Paul was descended next to Marko on the couch, breathless as laughs wracked through his body. If he wasn’t a vampire, you’d be more concerned with his heaving. 

“Now sugar plum, don’t think you’re neglected,” was all you heard before you felt the familiar warmth of Michael’s hands tickle at the crevice of your neck, your body jerking in response as a squeal slipped past your lips.

“Michael!” you cried out between breaths, twisting and shifting away from him as David watched from afar, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed from his wheelchair. 

“C’mon, you can dish it but you can’t take it?” He hummed against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to it as Marko sprang up from the couch, your body easily taking his place as the two made it their mission to pull every laugh out of you they could.  You writhed against the fabric, hands grabbing at a cushion to playfully smack the boys with. 

“David-” you jerked to the side, doing your best to give puppy dog eyes to your beloved amidst the pillow smacking to Michael’s head. “-save me!” you pleaded before erupting into another fit of giggles. 

Paul took the moment to take up his own arsenal, a pillow in each hand, swinging at Dwayne with them like they were twin swords. “En guarde!” He joked before Dwayne easily disarmed him, a kiss being pressed to Paul’s forehead. 

“Now that I think about it,” Dwayne piped up, making the tickle fest die down for just a brief moment. Your foot was pressed on Marko’s shoulder and the other one firmly against Michael’s chest as your knees were bent up to body block their monstrous attacks. Paul’s head somehow now pressing into your stomach as the four of you caught your breaths, waiting for Dwayne’s next words. 

“I don’t think David here should be missing out on all the fun.” Dwayne finally finished, making all eyes snap towards him.

“Now wait a second…” David’s expression shifted from amusement to mock horror as the four of you let out a battle cry, “Get’im!” as you sprang from the cushions to launch yourselves at David. 

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United by Eternity

Pairing: Vladimir x (y/n).

Summary: I had you once, but I lost you, so now I am eternally yours.

Warning: Clinically insane, lost you once, mentions of war and insulting the volturi.

Word count: 1109 words.

a/n: This took a while, but english is not my first language. I do hope you guys like it.

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Vladimir's POV.

Past actions come to present actions trice what is understandable. It is a little too late to stand here preaching? Horrifying. Every time my eyes find (y/n) everything plays slow like the day couldn't get any worse. Back then when we ruled the human world to our advances; we took our job seriously. We had clans come from far and wide to established alliances, people joining us or wanting to be part of us, and food came from all over the world. When being from the Romanian Coven meant something.

(y/n) had my head on her lap running her fingers through his short blonde hair. She hummed a song between her lips no words spoken from them. Vladimir lowered his eyelids letting the atmosphere of his mate succumbed him.

He would give up all of him to make this moment last forever.

Despite the Romanian Coven choice of looking past Vampires with powers. His treasure has one calming everyone in the room no matter what. Vladimir embraces his hands surrounding his mate locking her towards himself. The atmosphere took a drastic chance now that the doors to the throne room have been open by Coronel. He strolls in with a couple others from the Coven worry about some new coven making little to no change in how we lived.

“We can't let them get away with it!”, One Coven member hidden behind a cloak shines out.

“We can take Aro out”. Xutopia speaks coming past Coronel. Her brunette long hair falls in cascades as she adds soon after, “they will disperse after the deed is done". She pleads as a second in command to Stefan.

A new coven member explains his frustration against why we are brushing off the Volturi.

Stefan opens his mouth to say something, but he stops himself closing his mouth. Xutopia raises an eyebrow at her brother not liking the fact she was ignored, “We are going to regret this”.

"Shut up", Vladimir mutters between gritted teeth annoyance bursts through his whole body. His eyes open, he removes his head from his mate’s lap.

“When have we lost?”. Vladimir crimson eyes fallen to each member in the room. His eyes glare intently to Coronel and then Xutopia, “We shouldn’t be so fucking confident”.

“Let me go ahead! Let me attack them when they aren’t expecting it!”.

His mate cuddles his side completely oblivious to what was spoken for her Vladimir is everything she has had. Vladimir eyes drift to her form resting (y/n)'s head on his chest. Everythìng fell in glorious praise with (y/n) stayed by his side.

"The Volturi are a scum!”. Xutopia shouts at the top of her lungs, many of our members screams after her confirming what she thought and a smile ran away from her face affirming pleased with a wide grin.

“They are just starting a war they won't win in the end. We are the Romanian Coven, aren't we coronel?". Vladimir drifted his attention to Coronel, who nodded before letting the words he held in his mind loose. Vladimir's calm but stern tone spreads his powerful energy, "I am not doubting our power, but The Volturi has convinced small covens! We should attack as soon as possible! We can't let them regroup. We could lose more if we let them grow". Coronel extended his hands as his voice filled the Romanian Castle Stronghold. He attracted crowds of Vampires and compelled humans to obey.

Back then we didn't mind. We didn't see the Volturi as a threat. Our worst mistake.

"Vladimir".

Vladimir's surroundings dissipate like a canvas getting washed over. His eyes drifted to his mate smiling at him as if he could cry. He would have, "Don't go, (y/n). Please". His last plead. He blinked the Romanian Castle meeting room was no more. It was replaced by white walls around him complemented by domino floors some type of hospital room. The stone walls were exchange with white walls and the stone floors were exchange with spotless floors. Each coven member disappear from sight taking form of tables, cabinets with other tolls and objects around the room.

Vladimir eyed the room, a sight escaping his lips trying to shake the memory away from his body. A hand-made contract with his cold ones. The contrast warmth to him, his eyes look up to (e/c) staring directly at him.

"Are you okay, Vlamir? You looked distant", (y/n) eyes soften in a welcoming manner with the nickname she gave him. He couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop; however, he did lose her centuries away, and he isn't starting on that note again.

No. He is not going to lose her ever again. No volturi. No coven will he let anyone take his human mate.

"Standing here looking at you takes all my breath away". Vladimir was quick to change the topic remembering how things used to be. How he lose her in the second retake battle with 100 new members. It is not something he can forgive himself that night he lost more than what he bargained for. We weren't prepared for a surprise attack.

"I will assume you are okay", (y/n) cheeks redden into next week. She pushes him playfully getting back to her job. It wouldn't be lying if he didn't say he missed her voice, her eyes going to him, her presence and if she is his other half his wishes granted, he is not going to let anything happen to her ever again even her scent every part of her is the original. He would cry with joy if he could.

He had constantly wished to have her return to him.

"I am good, (y/n)". Vladimir adds quickly so as not to worry her. Her eyes glance at him before her attention goes back to her job.

"I am glad", (y/n) whispers between her lips. A smile ran through Vladimir's lips knowing he did good. He will become her guard if he has to. Fuck the Volturi. His lips parted no words spoke staring at her. His eyes drifted to her like a magnet to a needle.

The room stood frozen looking at the machine that played in the background. (y/n)'s heart beats calmly her lips part. She moves back staring at Vladimir, "Did you say something?". She asks looking over at him. Vladimir runs his hands through his hair. He chuckles staring at her, "You are my mate, so now I am eternally yours”.

“What”

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WIP!!!

Thank you sm for the tag @icefrozendeadlyqueen

Here's one of mine, I've considered finishing it and posting it but I'm not too sure yet. I've hoarded it for a bit!

“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. 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.  “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 were heavy and threatening to close as you forced them open, blinking away sleep to feast your eyes on 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. 

I tag anyone and everyone who would like to share a WIP!

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @schnarfer. 🖤

Still slo-o-o-o-wly pecking away at my Javi G x Dieter x assistant!reader fic for ages, so here's a peek:

Dieter’s languid insouciance carries him as he saunters into the room wearing only a pair of flannel pj bottoms. The sight of his bare chest still affected you all this time, but you were used to it. Or so you kept telling yourself. You pass him a mug of coffee, and run over the day’s loose agenda, plonking the relevant script in front of him.

No Pressure Tags: @ozarkthedog @holacia3 @kedsandtubesocks @navybrat817 @missredherring @buckets-and-trees @witchywithwhiskey and anyone who wants to play.

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enemies to lovers prompts? or rivals to lovers? whatever you wanna call it! please and thank u in advance

ohhh yes. you want that tension, that bite, that “i hate you but also why do i want to kiss you” vibe 😌 rivals-to-lovers: drunken confessions edition—full of chaos, tension, and hidden longing

“i don't even like you. i just... think about you. constantly. which is worse, honestly.”

“you’re so annoying. and infuriating. and ridiculously attractive. unfortunately.”

“if you weren’t such a smug bastard, i’d probably fall for you.”

“say that again and i might kiss you. or punch you. i haven’t decided.”

“you drive me insane. and i think i like it.”

“i bet kissing you would ruin my life.”

“we’re not friends. i just like being around you. and staring at your stupid face.”

“i’m not jealous. i just don’t want anyone else flirting with you. ever.”

“i think i hate you a little less when you smile like that.”

“if you weren’t always competing with me, maybe i’d tell you how i feel.”

“oh please, like you don’t love the way we argue.”

“you should be illegal. dangerous. you do things to my brain.”

“i wanted to win. until i saw you cheering for me. then i just wanted you.”

“i pretend to hate you so i don’t have to admit how much i care.”

“you called me your rival once. i called you mine too. in my heart, i meant soulmate.”

“i’ve never wanted to kiss someone i also wanted to push off a cliff. just you.”

“you looked so good tonight i forgot how much i was supposed to hate you.”

“the worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.”

“you’re my biggest weakness. don’t let it go to your already giant head.”

“you were supposed to be a distraction. not the entire story.”

“don’t flatter yourself. i’d only kiss you if we were the last two people on earth. maybe.”

“i didn’t fall for you. i tripped. violently. and now i live here.”

“i know your favorite drink. your tells when you lie. your soft spots. tell me that means nothing.”

“we fight so much because i can’t say what i actually feel. it’s easier to make you mad.”

“every time you beat me at something, a part of me wants to kiss you out of spite.”

“it’s not losing to you that hurts. it’s not being near you anymore.”

“i memorized the sound of your laugh just so i could pretend i didn’t care.”

“i hate how much i miss you when you're not around.”

“this wasn’t supposed to happen. you weren’t supposed to matter.”

“why do i always look for you in every room?”

“your stupid confidence is so irritating. and so hot. unfortunately.”

“say it. say you want me too.”

“you always win. so just... win me too, already.”

“i can’t tell if i want to fight you or fall asleep in your arms.”

“stop looking at me like that. i might forgive everything.”

“one kiss and i’ll never argue with you again. maybe.”

“i used to dream about beating you. now i dream about holding your hand.”

“you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to my emotional stability.”

“you make my blood boil. and my heart race. and my head spin.”

“you said you hated me. so why did you come looking when i left?”

“you broke my heart without ever even touching it.”

“i only mock you because if i said something real, it’d ruin us.”

“you want honesty? fine. i’d set the world on fire if you asked.”

“you were never just a rival. you were the one i couldn’t stop wanting.”

“i was never trying to beat you. i was trying to impress you.”

“you could’ve kissed me instead of arguing with me. we were right there.”

“i love you. there. i said it. now go ahead and laugh.”

“you don’t get it. i’d lose every single time if it meant i got to keep you.”

“this isn’t just drunken talk. i’ve wanted to say it for a long time.”

“hate me in the morning if you want... but kiss me tonight.”

"you drive me insane. but i think i'd die if you left."

"you’re so annoying... and so beautiful. it’s rude, honestly."

"i was supposed to hate you. i wanted to hate you."

"you always had to win. even at stealing my heart."

"tell me you don’t feel this. i dare you."

"if we’re being honest... i’ve never fought harder than when it came to not loving you."

"i kept picking fights just to keep you around."

"you were the challenge. and now you’re the dream."

"i kissed someone to forget you. didn’t work. shocking, right?"

"you made me feel something when i didn’t want to feel anything."

"i hate how you always know what i’m thinking... and i hate that it makes me like you more."

"you’re not just under my skin—you’re in my bones now."

"i ruined everything because i was scared you could break me. and you would’ve. easily."

"every time you beat me, i wanted to kiss you. isn’t that messed up?"

"i let you win once. just once. because i wanted to see you smile."

"you were the only person who could keep up with me. the only one who ever did."

"maybe i was cruel because it was the only way to keep you at arm's length."

"i think the reason i hated you is because you made me feel. and i didn’t know what to do with that."

"i don't know what's worse—losing to you, or losing you."

"if you say 'i told you so,' i’ll kiss you to shut you up."

"remember when i said i’d never fall for someone like you? well. here we are."

"i used to want to beat you. now i just want to hold you."

"you were never the enemy. just... the distraction i wanted to be more."

"you piss me off so much i think i’m in love with you."

"i trained every day to be better than you. turns out, i just wanted your attention."

"every insult was just a secret confession in disguise, wasn’t it?"

"admit it—you liked our fights too. they were ours."

"the moment you walked in, i knew i was in trouble."

"if you wanted to ruin me, congratulations. it worked."

"i was never playing the game to win. i was playing it to get closer to you."

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( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)

"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"

"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."

"shhh. don’t tell anyone i said this but... you’re my favorite person."

"you’re so pretty. it’s actually unfair. i’m mad at you now."

"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."

"if you asked me right now, i’d run away with you."

"i told myself i wouldn’t cry and now look at me—i'm soggy."

"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."

"i don't want to go home. it’s not warm there like you are."

"you smell like safety. that’s weird, right?"

"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."

"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."

"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."

"you always knew me better than anyone. it’s scary sometimes."

"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. it’s pathetic, i know."

"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."

"you promised me you’d stay. why did you lie?"

"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."

"don’t laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."

"you’re everything to me. but it’s fine. you don’t have to feel the same."

"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."

"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."

"i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."

"i wish i was braver when it counted."

"it’s you. it’s always been you."

"do you think we missed our chance?"

"they don’t deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."

"stop looking at me like that. i’ll fall in love all over again."

"you said you didn’t want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."

"i’m scared. and it’s not the booze—it’s the idea of losing you."

"i tell everyone i’m over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."

"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."

"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please don’t."

"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."

"you taste like trouble and i’d still kiss you again."

"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."

"every version of me has wanted every version of you."

"you were my home. i didn’t realize until i lost the key."

"don’t leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."

"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."

"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"

"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"

"you’re my what-if. and it kills me."

"can we just stay like this? pretend it’s still us?"

"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."

"i lied. when i said i didn’t care. i always did."

"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."

"you make the world feel a little less heavy."

"i saved every text. is that weird?"

"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."

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Hii!!! I have been feeling a Poly with Marco and Paul. What if they are both trying to woo reader only for reader having a hard time choosing. Both Marco x Paul take initiative to keep reader for them.

What do you think?

I thinkkk.. I love this idea!!!!!

Word Count - 716 Fandom - The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing - Poly! Marko x GN! Reader x Paul Title - Be Ours?

You didn’t miss it, the way Marko’s eyes would linger on the way Paul would lean closer to you as you two were talking. Or the way Paul would initially grind his teeth as Marko played with a strand of your hair when you were sitting next to him. The pair weren’t exactly masters at hiding their feelings and if often lay in their face, stretched out and bare for you to see. 

The lingering touches on your hand as they’d hand you a drink or offer you to ride on their precious bikes, pouting if you choose one over the other; or in unison if David had chosen you to ride with him and veto their plan altogether. Marko, always quick to offer you his infamous jacket when an evening breeze rolled in and left a trail of goosebumps up your arm. 

You felt your face pull into a frowned glare as you stared at the sidewalk, your fingers coming to your mouth to bite at your nails. You liked their attention, the expression on their faces as if you hung the stars yourself when you were talking, their warmth, their kindness. Their teasing remarks and playful behaviors. 

But that was the problem in itself. Every time you thought of Marko and Paul, it was them together as one. Not isolated men fighting for your affection. 

“-what’s the matter, lovebug?” Marko called out, pulling you from your thoughts and the frown leaving your face as you looked up to see him and Paul walking up together, Paul swirling the keys around his index finger. 

“Y’know.. I’m no electrician but I think I can certainly light up your day, Sugar,” Paul winked, using playfulness to cover up his concern. They didn’t miss the way you were picking at the skin around your nails or the way your teeth sunk into your lower lip to gnaw on it as you pondered something in that pretty head of yours each time your mind wandered off. 

“It’s nothin-” You shrugged off their concern, hoping that would be the end of it so you could ponder your plan on how to talk to them later. To truly digest your thoughts. However, they wouldn’t let you out so easy. 

“Mmmm, I dunno…. Paulie I think somethin’ is going on, don’t you?” Marko looked to his partner in crime, eyebrows arched as he swung his arm up to lean against Paul’s shoulder. 

“What’s going on, Marko?” Paul played along, looking back to Marko with a grin. 

“Something is goin’ on with our sweet angel face,” Marko’s grin matched Paul’s own. Carefully masked concern as he reached a hand forward to twirl a piece of fringe from your jacket. 

“Guys,” You whined out, tossing your head back with a groan. 

“Just tell us, sweetheart, we’ll make it better,” Paul chimed in, his own hand taking purchase on your thigh. The soothing circles he began to rub into the muscle making you exhale, a fond gleam taking hold in his eye. 

They didn’t miss it, the way you responded to their touch. Your eyes always staring at their hands after they briefly held yours for a moment a little too longer than what a platonic relationship would hold. Or how you leaned into their grasp when they held onto you. The way your hands would tightly grip their torso in comparison to David’s shoulders as you rode their bikes. 

“I think I know what’s going on, Paulie,” Marko sang out, eyes flickering between your jacket that he helped you decorate up to your face. “I think our sweetie pie doesn’t know.” 

“Doesn’t know what Marko, what do they not know?” Paul continued to play along, admiring the way your face scrunched in confusion. 

“Boys-”

“That we care for them as much as they care for us.” Marko ended his teasing, hand leaving your jacket to caress your cheek. 

“Wait what-”

“We’re serious, (y/n),” Paul lost his playful demeanor, though his face held a soft fondness to it as he gave your hand a squeeze. 

“But the two of you?”

“Can share.” They said in unison. “So what do you say?” Paul murmured, bringing your hand to his face to press a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Be ours?” Marko clarified, taking your unoccupied hand in his grasp. 

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Forced Proximity Dialogue Prompts

Haven't done one of these in a while.

"Come on, this isn't funny." "I'm not joking. It's locked."

"Is that the only tent we have?"

"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share."

"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the job description to protect you at all times." "Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?"

"You have got to be kidding me. I have to share a room with you."

"What do you mean there's only one sleeping bag? You had one job."

"Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it."

"What the hell is that noise?" "Uh, yeah, slight problem. We're out of gas."

"Where are you going? We're in the middle of nowhere!" "Yeah! And whose fault is that?"

"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."

"I may be stuck with you, but I don't have to like it."

"Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"

"Your heart's racing. Now, I know being pressed up against me is exhilerating and all, but I'm trying to concentrate on picking this lock."

"What are you? Afraid?"

"Uh. Slight problem. We're trapped."

"Well, which way, smartass?" "Uh. We might be lost."

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"maybe you'll feel it, too" -best friends to lovers prompts

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

lingering hugs and stares

"you know i'm always going to be there for you, right? always."

compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but they cover it up as just being a really supportive friend

^ "you sure this looks fine?" "trust me, you look fine as hell..."

being overly protective of the other (especially when it comes to relationships)

showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands)

hand placement when hugging or guiding them also being a little more on the questionable side

"i'm always thinking about you."

being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at

sharing clothes

"why are you looking at me like that?"

unconsciously including them in conversation when they're not even around

"there's no one else that makes me laugh the way you do."

noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?

holding hands and neither of them knowing when (or wanting to) let go

when that realization hits that they really wouldn't rather spend their time with anyone else the way they do with their "best friend"

rambling on and on and on and wait are they looking at my eyes or my lips?

"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."

"can i kiss you?" "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you ask that."

the relief that washes over both of them when the feelings are finally out there

"why didn't you tell me?" "the same reason you didn't tell me. i didn't want to lose you."

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Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap (Marko x Reader Drabble)

Your creep of a boss has finally gone too far, and Marko is gonna make him pay.

Includes: gn reader, verbal workplace harassment, Marko kills someone for you

You thumped onto the old couch, dust flying as you bristled. You’d worked all evening, exhausted by the time you were back in the cave.

The boys had known something was wrong from the moment you left the arcade. They knew you worked hard, but usually you were relieved after your shift, ready to let loose. Not tonight.

Tonight you were livid.

“I’ve worked there for 3 years! That’s longer than him, and almost everyone else in the fucking building!”

Marko sat down on the other end of the couch, a pigeon resting in his lap as he listened to you rant. Paul wasn’t listening, but he got a pass for rolling a joint instead.

“I work harder than all of them, and when I ask for a little recognition so I can pay my rent he has the nerve to-“

You pause.

Since you’d became friends with the boys they’d been fiercely protective, especially Marko. He wasn’t afraid to get in the face of anyone who messed with you- well really he didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. He’d gotten into an all out brawl with the last dude that catcalled you on the boardwalk, you can’t imagine what he’d do if he knew what your boss had told you that night

By the time you’d come back to Earth, the whole pack was looking at you.

“He just- ugh, I deserve the fucking raise.”

You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning back as you avoided their eyes. Marko wasn’t gonna let you get away with that and you knew it.

“Uh huh. What did he say?”

He could tell you were hiding something. You tried to think of an excuse, but resigned yourself to silently meeting his eyes.

“Baby. What did he say?”

There was a new look is his eye, like he was waiting for your permission. Like he was ready.

“It’s not a big deal, alright?”

It kind of was, but you were gonna deal with it yourself. You needed this job, and you could handle it. You didn’t need the boys to save you.

You took a breath, feeling gross even saying it back.

“…If you want the money, you’re gonna have to make it worth my while”

You shivered. You’d always felt kind of uncomfortable around your manager. The boys knew it too. You always asked Marko to stay around the arcade when you were alone on a shift with him, which was suspiciously often.

It infuriated Marko. He hated how the man looked at you, like he was getting some kind of show. He’d almost chased him down a million times before, only stopping because he didn’t want it to come back on you. He’d been trying to play nice, just until you joined the pack for real.

Tonight was the end of that. Marko knew you didn’t want trouble, that you needed your job (for now), but that was a threat. It made his blood boil. He knew he wasn’t a saint, far from it, but he’d never put someone like you in a situation like that. He was a monster, but there was a line, and your creep of a boss had crossed it.

You could tell there was something up with him by the way they all looked at you.

“Hey- I told you it’s not a big deal okay? I’ll handle it. I don’t wanna lose my job because you guys ate my boss.”

Marko shook his head, shooing the pigeon out of his lap to lean closer to you.

“He’d taste like shit, but I’d do it for you.”

He put a protective arm over you. He knew there was no one around but the rest of the pack now, but it felt right. Clearly, he needed to stick closer to you.

You looked him in the eye, shaking your head. No one wanted to be rid of the man more than you, but as much as the guys wanted to, going around murdering your adversaries would cause more trouble than you had the energy for.

“Marko, no. You can’t solve every one of my problems with your teeth.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes before his usual smirk returned.

“I so could. But, if you’re that worried about it, I won’t lay a hand on his creep ass. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

Marko wouldn’t even touch the guy.

Paul and Dwayne could do that, and he didn’t say anything about not laying a fang on him.

He looked at his brothers for confirmation of their new dinner plans. The guys liked you well enough, and knew when not to push Marko, nodding in agreement as you looked around at them, confused.

Smiling to himself, be snatched the joint and lighter from Paul and handed it to you. Soon you’d learn that all problems could, indeed, be solved with his mouth.

“Cmon, let’s turn this night around”

You didn’t really believe that he’d leave it alone, but at this exact moment, you couldn’t care less. You weren’t gonna let some middle aged dickhead ruin your night with Marko, and neither would he.

In fact, Marko was gonna make sure that man would never ruin a night of yours ever again.

Epilogue

In the following days your boss went missing, and you were left in a state of limbo. The store was closed while management floundered to find someone to fill the role, and you were told to take some time off because of how “close” you and the boss were.

You had a feeling you knew what had happened, but by the time you’d decided to confront Marko about it, he was practically shoving you into Max’s Video Store.

It must’ve been pure luck that a higher, better paying position had just opened up there that night.

As wrong as you knew it was, you’d have to get used to this sort of thing before you turned. In the end, your manager wasn’t the worst baby step.

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Good For Her (Dwayne x Reader Oneshot)

You and Dwayne have always been close, but there’s always been something stopping you from truly letting him in.

That fact makes it all the more painful to see every other girl doing what you wish you could.

Includes: jealous/slightly catty reader, unresolved feelings, fem reader, suggestiveness

After a few tense moments upon your entrance, Dwayne broke the silence.

“So.. how was your night?”

You looked up at him, almost laughing. Your shirt was near ripped open and you’re covered in blood, obviously you had a good time…

Not as good of a time as you could’ve had together, though.

“Fun. Found a wandering pack of surfer nazis.”

Dwayne laughed a little, looking you up and down.

“A whole pack?”

You smile to yourself, choosing to believe that he said it out of jealously over you and not the food.

“Yea- didn’t waste the whole bunch though, got the two cute ones to follow me to the beach”

You began to strip off your jacket and bloodied shirt. After all, he’s seen it all before. Not the way you wished he had, but still.

“…Damn. You have more restraint than me”

Dwayne’s eyes were glued to you as you walked towards him. He doesn’t know the half of it.

He suddenly felt a bit awkward about the lipstick and bite marks scattered around his neck and chest, seeing a flash of bitterness in your eyes as you approached him.

He really doesn’t understand you. You watch him like you’re stalking prey, and he does the same, spending nights on the boardwalk trading flirts with you as you fall behind the rest of your pack, together. You’d spent countless hours talking early into the morning with him, falling asleep in his arms, only to avoid him the next night. He protects you, and you bring something out in him that no one else can, so why do you always pull away?

Dwayne takes the rejection like a champ. He lets you avoid him, and then come back for another round.

Then, tonight, you bitterly tap out of their party and come back looking like that.

As your eyes rake over him, he almost wants to beg.

You’ve got him, bad.

You brought your hand up to his chest, thumb swiping a kiss mark. He lets out a deep sigh.

You don’t know what you’re doing either.

You and Dwayne had always had.. something. Both a comfortable bond and a heavy tension. You had no idea what to do with it. You knew how the boys were. They partied, they fucked, they fed. They didn’t love, and neither did you. You knew you could have him under you with a word. The problem was, that wasn’t all you wanted.

You didn’t know what would happen if any of them found out, and you didn’t want to know.

You wanted to fall into that comfortable rhythm with him, you wanted to be his, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take the risk.

“…I see the party went well”

You mused, eyes still avoiding his by moving from bite to bite

“Yeah. It was a good one. Satisfying.”

Dwayne’s word choice prompted a strong exhale from you. Satisfying. If it- she, was so satisfying, he would be asleep like the others. He wasn’t. He’d waited up for you.

He had to admit, he was also being petty now.

You examined him with a subtly venomous smile, trying to temper your jealousy and failing.

“This red was too warm for her skin. Made her look like a clown.”

You met his eyes.

“But I guess there’s no accounting for taste”

With the slight, you managed to reign yourself in, patting his chest and shrugging past him.

“How did you..?”

*how did you know what she looked like?* he wanted to ask. You were there when the party began, but to his knowledge, left before the girl in question got there.

“I saw her on the way out. She wanted to ride you into the sunset from the moment she saw you. Good night for her, Hm?”

You let your nonchalant facade slip a little with that remark. How could you not? She got her wish, and you got surfer nazis and a single hand on his chest. Yippee.

Dwayne turned to watch as you walked away. He wanted to correct you.

She hadn’t even taken her top off by the time his teeth were in her neck.

He didn’t want her.

He wanted you.

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I love this sm

12. “I’m fine” “You’re freezing”

With Dwayne

Requested by @melvin333

Includes: gn reader

Prompt list

It was a chilly night on the boardwalk, a storm earlier that day making the whole place damp and briskly cold. When Dwayne had asked you to come out with him and the boys you hadn’t thought twice. Now that you were outside, you wished you’d had the foresight to bring a jacket.

Dwayne had heard your excuses all night, putting his foot down as he spotted you shivering.

You met his stare, straightening up and clenching your jaw shut.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re freezing-“

He started to take off his jacket, pausing as you shook your head. You were wearing a shirt and you were cold, there was no way you were gonna leave him without even a jacket.

“No- well kind of, but I’ll be alright”

Dwayne looked at you pensively for a moment before deciding to try another tactic. He sniffed the inside of the leather, opening it to you.

“Not the cleanest, but I thought you liked how I smell”

He caught you off guard with that remark, a laugh momentarily distracting you from the cold. You definitely did like his smell, and the idea of having his jacket around you was a pleasant one, but that wasn’t the point.

“It’s not that, trust me-“

“Then what is it?”

He interrupted, stepping closer to you. He placed his hands on your arms, pulling you to him.

“You’re cold. I’m not. Take the jacket, gorgeous”

You smiled before rolling your eyes. You knew Dwayne was generally unbothered, but you weren’t gonna let his need to be a gentleman leave him freezing.

“Dwayne. It’s cold and wet, and you aren’t wearing a shirt. God knows I’m not complaining, but there’s no way you aren’t cold.”

Dwayne smirked at you, letting silence settle in the air for a moment before getting an idea. His hand moved from your shoulder, grabbing your wrist and pressing your hand to his bare chest.

“Do I feel cold?”

At least now your cheeks were hot.

“… no”

The tan skin under your palm was perfectly warm. You had no idea how, but it was. Here you were, teeth chattering, and he wasn’t even room temperature.

“See? Take the jacket.”

He eagerly slipped the leather off, walking behind you. You were left with no choice but to hold out your arms.

“But it’s like 40 degrees out, how are you so warm?”

Dwayne let out a low laugh as he put the jacket on you, leaning down to your ear from behind.

“I guess that’s just the effect you have on me, babydoll”

He wrapped his toned arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Your presence was definitely a part of it, but soon you’d learn just how easy it was to be warm after fresh blood.

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This is so good!!

Hello, how are you? I saw that you have the requests for the lost boys open, a few hours ago I saw a video about a girl who works in a coffee shop and when delivering the coffees she always draws a heart next to the customer's name, a man gets confused and thinks that the girl was flirting with him, the girl, somewhat nervous, explains to him that she has a boyfriend and she always does that with each customer

I found it funny and I wanted to know if you could do a chapter of that that involves the reader and the boys (or whichever one you prefer)

Sorry if it's not understood, I don't speak English and I'm using a translator

Misunderstandings and macchiatos

Dwayne x GN! Reader

A/n: I'm sorry it took so long to write this, anon! I found the video you were talking about! To be honest the guy felt kinda creepy, so I made the interaction more fun and harmless. I also decided to write this with Dwayne, but don't worry, the boys are there to cause chaos too. ;) Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: It all started with a misunderstanding; a little heart drawn on his cup, like you did with all your customers. But amongst the stress of your failing relationship and the regular appearances of him and his friends at the coffee shop, something seems to develop between you and Dwayne.

Working at a coffee shop that was open until the early hours of the morning was an interesting experience. It was mostly calm; a few students here and there leaning over their school work, a couple regulars picking up to go orders before they started their night shift.

The only time it got rowdier was when the surrounding pubs started closing. Many of their patrons stopped by for some caffeine to help work through their intoxication, and also to chat you up in the process. You didn't mind it, they were harmless enough; and most of them backed down when you told them you had a boyfriend.

All in all, the early morning hours weren't exactly the busiest shift in the shop, and that was fine by you. You were a night owl, you would have been up anyway, so you figured you might as well make some money while doing it. The shop was nice, the regulars were kind enough; all things considered, you liked working there.

Then one night a new group of people came in. The four guys definitely didn't look like the types who usually walked through that door. They were young, around your age, and looked more fit to be in a biker gang than the cozy little coffee shop. They were attractive though, and you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering over them while they looked around.

"So there really is a place like this around here, huh," said the shorter one with curly blond hair and the most extravagant jacket you've ever seen.

"Told you," came the short reply from the tall brunette.

The guy with the bleach blond mullet was standing nearest to the door, hands in his pockets, his eyes taking in the interior with seeming disinterest.

The last one, that could have easily fit in a rock band with his outfit and wild hair, finally noticed you behind the counter. His eyes lit up and an easy smirk grew on his face.

He sauntered over, casually but purposefully leaning on the counter as he greeted you.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he flashed you a charming smile.

He didn't even look at the menu once before asking,

"I wanna try something new. Anything you recommend?"

You put on your best customer service voice as you replied,

"It depends. Do you like sweet stuff or something with a bit more spice?"

His grin widened, eyes sparkling with a playful glint.

"Depends. Are you sweet or spicy?"

You were sure your face was turning into a deeper shade, but before you could respond, he was yanked back by the collar of his jacket. Looking over his shoulder, you noticed the tall brunette, who now had his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"You don't get any caffeine. Remember what happened last time?" His voice was really pleasant, despite the slightly chastising tone in it.

"Come on man, it wasn't that serious," the blond protested.

"You didn't sleep for three days and were so hyper we had to tie you to a chair," his friend sent him a flat stare.

"Yeah but-"

"Then you broke the chair and ran off," the shorter one quipped up from behind them, hiding his amused grin behind his glowed hand.

"And we had to look for you all night. We found you behind a dumpster passed out when your body finally crashed," blond mullet added, sounding every bit like a tired parent.

He didn't have any more protests in him, so he just started pouting from the fact that his friends ganged up on him.

The shorter one chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Just give up, dude."

Eventually, they moved to one of the tables. Only one of them, the brunette, ended up ordering actual coffee. The shorter one got a pastry – that he took painstakingly long to choose, weighing his options as if the world depended on it –, rocker guy was still busy pouting, and blond mullet didn't seem to have much interest in the place in general, so he didn't order anything.

As the other three made their way over to the seating area, the brunette lingered for a moment.

"I'm sorry about Paul," he said with an apologetic smile. "He gets easily distracted by the pretty ones."

Since you've been trying really hard not to stare at his exposed chest while he was talking to you, it took you a second to register that he actually called you pretty.

"Oh, it's no problem really," you reassured him, all too aware how flustered you got from his easy compliment.

His smile widened. Damn, he was handsome.

You handed him the pastry his friend ordered and another one with lots of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. When he looked at you confused, you motioned over to their table where the shorter guy – Marko, as you later learned – was in the middle of trying to cheer Paul up.

"Give it to your friend so he stops sulking," you explained.

He flashed you an appreciative smile.

"Thank you."

And with another warm look your way that left your insides squirming, he walked off to join his friends.

You watched as he placed the pastry in front of Paul. You didn't hear what he was saying to him, but you could guess by the fact that Paul suddenly turned to you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen before he dove into the sweet treat with a silly smile.

While you busied yourself with making his coffee, you couldn't help but think of this guy's easy smile and gentle eyes. His charm wasn't as loud and obnoxious as his friend's, it was much calmer, an effortless grace that seemed as natural to him as breathing. That's what made it all the more unassuming, and that's why it took you by surprise and took your breath away.

You started to feel like your thoughts didn't even make sense in your own head, so you just gave it a little shake, trying to rid yourself of them. It didn't even matter, you shouldn't think that way anyway. You forced yourself to reign in your emotions and focus on the task at hand.

As a last step, you took your favourite pen and wrote his name on the cup, trying not to think about how it rolled off his tongue as he gave it to you earlier.

You walked over to their table, placed the cup in front of him, and with a little smile and an "Enjoy!" you returned to the counter.

It only took a couple of minutes before Dwayne was standing in front of you again with his cup in hand and a smile you couldn't quite place.

"I had a feeling you liked me," he said, the slight teasing tone not lost on you, neither the gentle warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.

You were stunned for a second, but then confusion took over your features.

"What makes you think that?"

Now it was his turn to frown in confusion, his radiant smile faltering just a bit.

"You drew this on my cup," he stated, holding up the cup for you to see. There, next to his name was a little heart. And it dawned on you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, if that was misleading. I do this for every customer. And I have a boyfriend."

Your voice got quieter towards the end, overwhelmed by the embarrassment of the situation. Now you were just standing in awkward silence, staring at each other.

"I can make you a new one without the heart, if it bothers you," you offered, not being able to stand the tension anymore.

"No, that's not necessary," he replied, his previously playful smile turning more polite and reserved. Then he just turned around and walked back to their table.

You wanted to bang your head on the counter, cringing from the utter embarrassment. However, you also thanked whatever deity was listening that he didn't make a scene. He took the rejection with a calm grace, didn't get upset with you, and respected your boundary when you told him you had a boyfriend. In a roundabout way, it made you like him even more.

The thing is, you really did have a boyfriend, but it was... complicated. If you wanted to be honest with yourself, your relationship has been dying for a while. He has been growing distant, and no matter how many chances you gave him, no matter how you tried to keep the relationship together, it only led to frustration on both sides, and the space between you just kept growing wider. You didn't have feelings for him anymore, not really. But you've been with him for so long, the prospect of being alone filled you with anxiety. So, you were stuck.

Despite the mortifying little incident, Dwayne actually started coming back regularly. Sometimes he came alone with a book, sometimes with one or more of his friends.

Marko joined him a lot; he seemed to develop an addiction to the pastries you sold, and he made it his mission to try every one of them.

Paul also visited, chatting with you – or more like talking your ear off about whatever shenanigans they got up to on the boardwalk recently. He seemed to have taken a liking to you, and he quickly became your golden retriever best friend.

Blond mullet guy, David, also showed up sometimes, mostly to just sit in silence or have quiet conversation with Dwayne. As much as he didn't seem interested with the coffee shop at first, it seemed to have grown on him. Dwayne told you later, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes as he did so, that he liked the calm atmosphere of the place, and came here when he got tired of the chaos.

You grew used to them being here, to him being here. Through your small interactions you got to know Dwayne better and became quite fond of him. He always managed to put a smile on your face regardless of what mood you were in, his calm and confident personality made you feel at ease when you talked to him. He was kind and attentive, noticing when you were stressed and lending you an ear when you wanted to talk it out, but also respecting your silence when you didn't.

You eventually confided in him about your relationship problems, and he gave you his full attention as he listened. And when he came in one night to you crying behind the counter, he lent you his shoulder, trying his hardest not to look angry as you told him how you caught wind of your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, kissing some girl at a party. The bastard didn't even have the audacity to end it with you, it was one of his friends that told you he cheated. At least it gave you the final push to call it quits.

Dwayne definitely had a new name on his shitlist.

Getting over it wasn't easy, despite all the problems you had in the later stages of the relationship. You've spent years of your life with this person and you had some good memories. Dwayne was there all through the grieving process, through the anger and tears, the stress and the eventual acceptance, being nothing but supportive and sweet.

As you navigated your newly single life, you became more and more aware of your growing feelings for him. Now you didn't have to shake off your wandering thoughts, didn't feel the need to chastise and shame yourself for your wandering eyes.

At first, the gravity of your affection for him felt too heavy, and you still needed time to heal from your previous relationship. But as months passed, and your feelings only grew stronger, it became easier and easier to like him. And once you felt ready to move on, you pulled your courage together and took a leap of faith.

All four of them came in that night, which wasn't often, and it almost made you chicken out. But you've already decided that it was going to be that night, and you didn't feel like you could hype yourself up again if you decided to not go through with it.

Your plan was simple. You left a little message on the cup under his name. It was just a "Call me" and your number, but you still felt like your heart was about to explode as you handed him it to him. He walked all the way over to their table, sat down and took a sip, before Marko pointed it out to him with a cheeky grin. You felt light headed as he looked at it, before turning his head to you.

The boys quickly finished their food and drinks and filtered out the door, all of them giving Dwayne knowing smirks and pats on the shoulder as they went. Now it was just you and him in the shop, and you thanked the gods that it was a slow night, because you didn't think you could bear to have this conversation in front of other people.

You felt your face burning as he walked over to the counter, all warm smiles and quiet confidence. He knew what he wanted, and now that you gave him permission to do so, he will take it. The thought made your stomach clench in excitement.

"I had a feeling you liked me," he started, and you couldn't help but chuckle as you remembered that first night, the sound making his smile widen even more.

"What can I say, it's hard not to like you," you replied, sounding more confident than you actually felt.

"I could say the same about you." As he said it, he reached over the counter and took your hand in his, thumb caressing your knuckles gently.

You met his eyes with a sudden shyness, but all you saw in them was such fondness, it almost made you melt into a puddle right then and there. He seemed to be lost in your gaze just as much, and for a while you just stood there, holding hands and taking each other in, communicating through your eyes all that you felt. You had no idea how much time has passed.

Your breath hitched when he started leaning in, but the moment your lips met his, you instantly relaxed. It was a bit awkward with the counter between you, but you paid in no mind. All that mattered was his touch, the movement of his tongue as it caressed you lower lip, the pressure of it against your own as you gave him access. The kiss made your head spin in a way you've never felt before. It was addicting. And when he pulled back, you chased after him, grabbing the lapel of his jacket and bringing him back for more. He just chuckled against your lips at your eagerness.

When you finally broke apart, you were out of breath, your face flushed and your lips kiss swollen. He didn't even seem a little bit phased. But the wide grin on his face told you he liked what he was seeing.

"I'll call you later, sweetheart," he said, his voice like velvet, eyes twinkling, smile as radiant as ever.

All you managed was a nod.

He brought your hand to his lips and pressed one last kiss against your knuckles, before he made his way to the door, his gaze locked with yours until he was finally out if sight.

As soon as the door closed behind him, the sound of loud cheers erupted outside. You just chuckled and shook your head, wondering what you've gotten yourself into.

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