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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 (Dwayne Finding Your Smut)

Fem!Reader x Dwayne

NSFW 18+ ONLY!!

NO MINORS!!!

SO IT IS DONE!! FROM MY DWAYNE IMAGINE

TW: Heavy smut, language

You were sitting on one of the old beat up couches in the cave, just listening to some music, when Dwayne walked into the room. You looked up at him, giving him a smile. Dwayne gave you a dark smirk in return. Your face went from smiling to very confused. Why was he looking at you like that?? You raised a brow at him. “What’s that look for?” You asked him curiously. Dwayne proceeded to hold up your phone, waving it around as his smirk grew. “I found those dirty stories you’ve been reading.” He informed you. Your face immediately drained of all colour. Your face one of pure horror. OH FUCK! You launched yourself off of the couch and right at him. “NO NO NO NO!! DWAYNE GIVE THAT BACK TO ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” You yelled as you tried to get your phone off of him but Dwayne just held it up high, out of your reach. Dwayne chuckled as you struggled to take your phone from him. “Dwayne, please! Give it back! You weren’t supposed to see any of that.” You told him. You were completely mortified. Dwayne had seen the VERY dirty and graphic smut fics that you read. You would never live this down. He was absolutely LOVING teasing the hell out of you.

Suddenly, Dwayne grabbed you, pulled you to him, leaned down and whispered into your ear. “So, this is what you want, huh? You like it rough? You want me to fuck you like the guys in the stories you’ve been reading?” His hot breath fanning against your ear and neck sending shivers down your spine. You froze in his hold but not out of fear, no. The complete opposite. You were incredibly turned on and Dwayne knew it. He could smell it. You heard Dwayne chuckle. “I know you do, princess. I can smell how aroused you are right now.” He said. Dwayne slid one of his hands down your body. He slid his hand up under your dress and right into your underwear. He let out a growl at what he felt. “Fuck. You’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You let out a moan as he slid a finger along you, dragging it up towards your clit, pressing down on it before pulling his hand out of your underwear. “Dwayne, please.” You whimpered, wanting him to continue touching you. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. I’m not done.” He told you before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp and carrying you off to your nest.

Dwayne promptly threw you onto the bed, opening your phone back up and going to a particular story that had caught his eye during his snooping. You sat up, leaning back on your elbows and looked at Dwayne. “What are you doing?” You asked him. He looked back at you and smirked. He then proceeded to read aloud a very dirty and graphic section of one of the fics. Your face was now beet red but at the same time, hearing that come from Dwayne’s mouth only turned you on more than you already were. You squeezed your thighs together as he read. Dwayne looked back up at you, seeing how flustered you were but he could also see and smell just how turned on you were. He himself was incredibly turned on, his cock already hardening in his pants. He watched as your eyes flickered down towards the growing tent in his pants. Dwayne put your phone down and walked over to where you were laying on the bed. “Come here, princess.” He purred. You eagerly crawled over to the side of the bed where he was standing. As soon as you got there, Dwayne grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you to him and pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he snaked his other arm around your waist, pressing your body to his.

Pulling away, Dwayne looked down at you, staring into your eyes and you stared right back. Your heart was racing and you knew that Dwayne could hear it. “Take it off.” Dwayne ordered. You made quick work of pulling your dress off, tossing it to the ground before looking back at him. Dwayne smirked. “Those too, princess.” He said, nodding towards your underwear. You took them off, tossing them on the ground with your dress. You watched as Dwayne stood there, taking you in. “Good girl.” He praised. He then removed his jacket, dropping it to the ground, then moved his hands to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. His eyes never leaving yours as he removed his jeans, then his underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath as his hard cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. It’s not like you have never seen Dwayne naked before, you have had sex MANY times, but seeing him in all his glory never failed to leave you breathless. Not to mention completely soaked. Dwayne crawled onto the bed and over to you, pushing you down into the bed. Now laying on the bed, you watched as Dwayne kissed up your leg, to your thigh and staying there for a moment before moving his mouth to your pussy. You felt his breath fan over it, you tried to lift your hips up, wanting to feel his mouth on you, but you were quickly stopped by Dwayne’s hands pushing back down on your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt the tip of his tongue lick up your slit, causing you to let out a moan of anticipation. But you were disappointed as his tongue was pulled away. “Dwayne, please.” You begged him, only earning a dark chuckle in response. You felt as Dwayne continued kissing up your body, giving your nipples a teasing lick and nip, before his lips finally found their way to yours. He pressed a hard and lustful kiss to them. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands finding their way into his dark locks. As the kiss deepened, you bucked your hips up, feeling your pussy make contact with his hardness. This caused Dwayne to grind his hips down into yours hard, finally giving you some sort of relief. You wrapped your legs around him and he continued to grind into you and while it felt nice, you wanted more. You wanted him inside of you. “Please, Dwayne.” You begged again. “Please what?” He teased. He knew exactly what you wanted, but he wanted you to say it. “I want to hear you say it, princess. Tell me what you want.” Frustrated by his teasing, you told him. “I want you to fuck me, Dwayne. Please fuck me.” You knew you must have looked and sounded a little pathetic, begging for his cock, but you didn’t care. All you cared about, was having him inside of you.

Without warning, Dwayne had swiftly lined himself up to your entrance and drove the full length of his cock inside of you. You let out a surprised yelp then moan at the sudden intrusion. Giving you one last kiss, Dwayne sat back onto his legs, took hold of your thighs and yanked you back towards him more, driving himself deeper. You gripped the sheets as he started to pound into you at speed. Normally, Dwayne was pretty gentle with you but after finding that stuff that you had been reading, he wanted to fulfil any and all fantasies that you had and if that meant that he would need to fuck the shit out of you, then he was more than willing to do it. “Oh fuck!” You cried out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut. You were about to cum already and Dwayne had only just started. “Dwayne. I’m- fuck!” Feeling your muscles tightening around him, Dwayne knew you were about to cum, which only made him speed up. “Cum for me princess.” He told you and that was all you needed as you were overcome with your first orgasm. Your pussy squeezed Dwayne’s cock as he continued to thrust into you.

Your brain had stopped working at this point as you laid there, Dwayne still fucking you. He moved to hover back over you, his mouth at your neck, sucking and nipping your flesh and making its way to your ear. “I hope you know that I am far from done with you.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. Moving one of his hands to your throat, Dwayne tightened his grip, not too much as to actually hurt you, but more squeezing the sides. You had never been choked during sex before but the second Dwayne wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed, you knew that you wanted this to happen a lot more. “You like it when I choke you while I fuck you?” Dwayne asked, already knowing the answer as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. He brought his mouth back to yours, pulling you into a hot and messy kiss. “Yes.” You managed to get out. “Yes what?” He asked. “Yes, I like it when you choke me while you fuck me, Dwayne.” You moaned out.

After a while Dwayne suddenly pulled out of you but before you could protest, he had flipped you over so you were now on your hands and knees. Dwayne didn’t waste a second, as he drove himself back into you and continued to fuck you. The new position made him hit new spots inside of you, bringing you to your second orgasm. Again, Dwayne felt your pussy grip and squeeze him. You cried out as you came, pushing back into him. You heard Dwayne’s breathing and grunting grow as he got closer to his own orgasm. “Fuck. I’m going to cum, princess.” He said as he continued to pound into you. He leaned down, kissing your back. “I’m going to cum deep inside of you. Fuck.” You felt as Dwayne’s cock throbbed as he released his hot cum deep inside of you. You pushed back onto him more, flexing your muscles around him. With a final few hard thrusts, Dwayne finished. He kissed your back again before leaning back up and rubbing his hands along your back, soothingly.

You both stayed like that for a few moments before he slowly pulled out of you, helping you lay down on the bed as he laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. The both of you breathing heavily. Dwayne trailed soft kisses along your neck as he laid behind you and rubbed his hand up and down your hip. “You did so good, princess.” He whispered, praising you. You just hummed in reply, a lazy smile on your face. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough?” He asked, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you with how rough he was being. You shook your head. “I’m okay. You weren’t too rough.” You reassured him. You slowly turned your body around so you were facing him. “It was-” You were lost for words. Dwayne smirked at you, thinking it was adorable that you were lost for words. He brushed your hair out of your face, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Better than just reading about it?” He asked, teasing you. You laughed. “Yeah. Definitely better. So much fucking better.” You told him. “Maybe we could do it again.” He suggested. You could feel that he was hard again and your eyes widened. “Already?” You asked shocked. “Only if you want to.” He told you. While Dwayne wanted to continue to fuck you all night long, he wouldn’t if you weren’t up for it. But much to his pleasure, you crawled on top of him and smiled. “I want to.” You told him.

That night was a VERY long night.

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘 ~ 𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑 (The Lost Boys ~ Paul)

Incorrect quotes or whatever.

You: *Tired and about to go to bed*

Paul:*sitting on the couch*

You: “I’m gonna go to bed. I’m tired af.”

Paul: “Awww come on babe, it’s still early.” *pouts*

You: *walks over to him and leans down*

“Don’t pout, Paulie. Now, give mama some sugar, so she can have them sweet dreams.”

Paul: “I’ll give you all the sugar you want, babe.” *wiggles eyebrows*

The others: 😐😐😐

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You: *Wakes up from a nightmare.*

Paul: *laying beside you.* “If you just had a nightmare, please don’t tell me about it. No need for both of us to get scared.”

You: ☹️

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𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖔'𝖘 𝕹𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 (Painting Marko's Nails)

G/n Reader x Marko TW: None just fluff

I started writing this ages ago but never really did much with it and never posted it, so I thought I would just post what I had.

You and Marko were sitting cross legged on your bed in your nest. Marko had come in to see what you were doing and he saw you painting your nails. He asked about it and that caused you to ask the question. “Marko, baby. Do you want me to paint your nails?” You asked him with a sweet smile. A small smile made its way onto your mate's beautiful face. “Yeah.... Maybe.” He said with a sheepish shrug. You let out a giggle and patted the spot in front of you. “Then plant your sweet ass right here.” You told him with a playful laugh. Marko immediately kicked off his boots and jumped up onto the bed, making himself comfortable. “I want colorful nails, babe. OOOooo can you use the sparkly ones?” Marko asked, getting all excited for me to paint his nails. I shook my head and laughed. “Of course! Anything you want.” You told him. As you pulled out all the different colors, Marko telling you which ones he wanted, you told him to take off his gloves. “You’re going to need to take those off.” I said, pointing to his gloves. Marko quickly took them off. “Y’know. If you want me to take anything else off, all you gotta do is ask.” He suggested as he tossed them to the side. I laughed and shook my head before I grabbed his hands and pulled them to me, holding them for a moment and rubbing my thumbs over the backs of them. “You’ll need to sit still while I’m painting your nails, okay Romeo?” I said to him, looking him right in the eyes. I didn’t want his nails to get all messed up because he couldn’t sit still. He rolled his eyes but nodded. “Promise I’ll sit still babe.” He said. We sat in comfortable silence. Me painting Marko’s nails and not noticing at the time, but Marko’s full attention was on me. Occasionally watching what I was doing to his nails, but for the most part, he was just watching my face. He found all the little faces I made while concentrating to be so adorable. He was just thinking about how lucky he thought he was to have found his mate and how grateful he was that it was me.

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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Broken Without You)

Pt 1

Fem Reader x Dwayne TW: Language

Pt 2

I got the inspiration for this fic MONTHS ago after reading @theyreonlynoodlesmike ‘s It’s Just a Movie and The Sequel fics and have FINALLY written it. Everyone should go and read it because it is AMAZING!!

You landed on top of the cool sand with a harsh thud. Groaning, you rolled onto your back and opened your eyes, revealing a starry night sky above you. You were confused as to why you were now outside and also how you had even gotten out there. Slowly, you sat up and looked around, taking in your surroundings for the first time. Clearly you were on a beach but what beach it was exactly, you had no idea. You didn't even live near any beaches. Standing and dusting off the sand from your body, you tried to recall what your last memory was. The last thing you could remember was laying down in bed and going to sleep. You didn’t understand how that would end up with you waking up on an unknown beach, however far from your house. You would have just pulled out your phone and found out that way, but as stated before, you were in bed, going to sleep when all of this happened. You didn’t have your phone on you. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to find the closest store or something like that to figure out exactly where you were, you began to walk along the beach. After only about ten minutes of walking, you could hear music and people. The closer you got, the louder it got. You soon realized that the sounds were coming from a boardwalk. Crowds of people on the beach and even more filling the boardwalk. Breathing a sigh of relief, you made your way off of the sand and onto the boardwalk. You looked around, trying to find a sign or something that had the name of the town on it. You quickly spotted a sign and found your answer. Santa Carla. You hadn’t even heard of this place before and now that you were really taking in the people around you, you noticed that everyone looked like they were dressed for the 80’s. You wondered if there was some kind of 80’s themed festival going on but everything looked too authentic and real for that to be the case.

You didn’t know why this was your next thought but you couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling you were having. So, you searched around for a newspaper or something with the date on it. After a few minutes of searching, you spotted a newspaper on the ground next to a trash can. Walking over to it and picking it up, your eyes widened at what you read. Right there, plain as day was the date. July, 31, 1985. You stared at the black letters, reading it over and over again, hoping that you weren’t seeing what you were seeing. There was no way that it could be true. It wasn’t even possible. Bawling the paper up and throwing it away, you turned around and walked off, intent on finding a secluded and quiet place where you could gather your thoughts and probably cry. Finding a spot at the far end of the boardwalk, you sat down on the ground and let everything sink in. Okay. So you had somehow traveled back in time and to a completely different city, too. You had no way of contacting anyone and, even if you did, you would have no one to contact since you were thirty seven years in the past. Realizing you had no money, no one to help you and nowhere to go, you had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” You quietly asked yourself. As if on cue, your stomach growled. Sighing, you readied yourself to spend the next, who knows how long, without food. Luckily water would be pretty easy to get, seeing as there were drinking fountains around the place.

For the next few days, you fell into a bit of a rhythm of finding a secluded place to sleep during the day, while you would stay awake, drink water and walk around the boardwalk at night. Three days without food was like torture. You had started feeling dizzy, weak and found it hard to focus, which tonight, caused you to accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry.” You managed to quietly mutter out, barely being able to muster the energy for even that. The guy however, didn’t seem to want to accept your apology and instead, opted to get in your face. “You should really watch where you’re going, bitch.” He angrily spat at you. While normally you would be scared by someone much bigger than you getting in your face and threatening you, right now, you didn’t have the energy to care. Letting out an annoyed and tired groan, you rolled your eyes. “Look, dude. Just fuck off. I’ve had a really shitty past few days and I’m really not in the mood for this shit right now.” You were about to turn and walk away but the guy, completely pissed off by your response, grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you back to him. Leaning down, his face right in yours. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that but you’re about to learn a lessen that you’ll never forget.” Just as the last word left his mouth, you felt yourself being pulled back into someone as three other guys surrounded the him. Your harrasser’s hand was ripped from your arm by whoever had pulled you into them. Your brain was too fuzzy to focus on what was being said, but from the little bits that you did manage to catch, the three guys that were surrounding your harasser threatened him, ending with the guy leaving in a hurry.

Turning around to see who was holding you, you looked up to see a tall brunette. He was absolutely gorgeous. “I don’t know if it’s from the lack of sleep, lack of food or both but fuck you’re pretty.” You watched a smirk make its way onto the brunette’s face, making you realize you had just said that out loud and not in your head like you had thought. You stared at him, eyes wide and face red from the embarrassment. It looked like he was about to say something but was interrupted by one of the others. “If you two are done flirting, I think it’s time for us to leave now.” Said the bleached blonde one. It was a blur as you were pulled along the boardwalk by the brunette, that you now knew to be Dwayne. The bleached blonde was David, the tall wild haired blonde was Paul and the short curly haired blonde was Marko. You were pulled over to some bikes, where Dwayne helped you get onto the back of his bike and before you knew it, you were all flying down the beach. All you remember from the ride, was holding onto Dwayne as tight as you could and burying your face into his back. Logically, you knew going off with four strange guys you had just met wasn’t the best idea, but they had helped you and you were so hungry, that you were willing to risk it if that meant possibly getting some food and maybe having somewhere warm to sleep. Finally, after a pretty rough ride, you felt the bike come to a stop. Pulling your head away from Dwayne’s back and looking around, you saw that you were basically in the middle of nowhere, near a cliff. Great. So not only are you going to get murdered but you aren’t even going to get any food first. You got off the bike after Dwayne did and stood there, staring at him as the others hooted and hollered, making their way down what seemed to be a staircase. Dwayne offered you his hand, his eyes soft and alluring, making you want to trust him.

Despite your previous worries, you took his hand, making him smile and begin to lead you over to the staircase. “Be careful and watch your step. The staircase is strong enough but it’s still very old.” He warned as you both began your descent. Subconsciously, you grabbed hold of Dwayne’s arm with your other hand while still holding onto his hand with your other one. You didn’t see it, but this caused Dwayne to let a small and satisfied smile grace his face. He loved that you sought out his arm for safety, even if it was for something as small as this. As the two of you made it to the mouth of the cave, Dwayne took the first few steps down before turning back around and holding out his hands for you to grab. You gratefully took his hands and he helped you down into the cave. You looked around at everything, taking in all of the things that they seemed to have collected. One of the most prominent things in the cave being the large fountain that had an old and broken chandelier in it. You had only taken a few steps before you felt faint and quickly sat down on the edge of the countain. With looking around the cave and being so close to Dwayne, you had almost completely forgotten that you hadn’t eaten in days. Just then, your stomach growled. Dwayne sat down next to you and placed a gentle hand on your arm. “We’ll get you some food, okay.” Dwayne assured you. You nodded and thanked him with a smile. “How long has it been since you last ate?” He then asked you, remembering what you had said earlier about not having eaten for a while. “Uh. Three days I think.” You informed him. Dwayne’s eyes widened with shock. You looked up at his face to see the concerned look he was giving you. “Why haven’t you been eating? Are you okay?” His concern for you was clear through the look on his face and the tone of his voice. You didn’t understand why he cared so much. You shrugged at him. “I’m not exactly from here and I have no money and no family or friends here.” You told him. “Marko. Food.” You heard David say to Marko from behind you. You had turned around just in time to see Marko give David a nod before he quickly left the cave.

After Marko had left. David turned his attention to you. “What did you mean when you said that you’re not exactly from here and you don’t have any family or friends here?” He asked, bringing his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag. “Are you a runaway or something?” He continued, eyebrow quirked and giving you a questioning look. You looked to Dwayne for a moment before turning your attention back to David. You debated on whether or not you should just tell them the truth, no matter how crazy it sounded. Deciding that you didn’t really have much to lose, since you had already lost everything, you chose the truth. “Well. This is going to sound insane and I doubt any of you would believe me but, I’m not from here. This town or this time.” You confessed. You could already see the looks of disbelief that they were giving you as you spoke. You told them that the last thing you remembered before waking up here, was going to bed and it being just like any other night. You told them that you were from the year 2022 and that you didn’t even live in or around this town. You told them that you didn’t have any friends or family here because your friends hadn’t even been born yet and that your parents hadn’t had you yet. After you were finished explaining everything, they stayed silent for a few moments before David spoke. “You’re right. We don’t believe you.” He told you. You were about to try and defend yourself, to ask him why the hell you would lie about something like this, but Dwayne spoke before you could. “I believe you.” He said, causing you to turn your head to look at him. You could tell that he was being truthful. You were honestly surprised that he believed you but you were grateful that he did. “Really, man? I mean, it sounds like something out of a movie.” Paul stated, finally jumping into the conversation.

“Look. Believe me, don’t believe me. I don’t really care. I’m tired, hungry and just done with everything right now.” You told them, mostly Paul and David. You turned to Dwayne. “Thank you for believing me. At least someone here does.” You told him with a grateful smile, to which he smiled back. “What are we believing?” Marko loudly questioned as he jumped down into the cave, food in his arms. As soon as you saw and smelled the food, your stomach let out a loud growl. God you were so fucking hungry. Noticing this, Dwayne quickly got up, made his way over to Marko and grabbed some food from him before making his way back over to you with it. You were practically drooling at the sight. “Here.” He said, handing you the food. “Eat as much as you want.” He told you. You quickly snatched food from his hands and immediately dug in, stuffing your face. Dwayne chuckled at the sight as he sat back down next to you. You muttered a “Thank you.” with a mouthful of food. The others got their own food and ate for a minute before Marko spoke again, not wanting his previous question to go unanswered. “So? What are we believing?” He asked again. Paul laughed a bit before answering him. “Well, it seems that y/n thinks she’s from the future.” He informed his brother. Marko turned to look at you, a grin creeping onto his face. “What, are you a Terminator sent back to kill someone or something?” He teasingly asked. You rolled your eyes at him. “No, but if I was, I’d definitely kill that piece of shit from the boardwalk.” You said, half joking, half serious. “Fucking asshole.” You muttered into your food. The guy really was an asshole. I mean, you didn’t even really do anything wrong. You just bumped into him but you apologized. This caused the others to laugh. Although everyone, except for Dwayne, thought you were crazy, they were starting to like you. You were funny and maybe you’d be a good little plaything for a while. That thought was quickly scrubbed when they saw the way that Dwayne was looking at you.

The four had a silent conversation between them that involved Dwayne revealing that he was certain that you were his mate. “Well, I guess that means we can’t eat her.” Paul joked in his head, causing Dwayne to shoot him a glare. Paul threw his hands up. “My bad.” He said. You gave him a confused look, seeing as, to you, he had just randomly done that but whatever, you didn’t know these guys. Maybe they were just a bunch of weirdos. Over the next month or so, you would come to find that, yes, they were all in fact, weirdos. They were also vampires. When they told you about what they were, your eyes practically shot out of your head. You all but shouted in disbelief that they would think that you were the crazy one for saying you were from the future when they WERE FUCKING VAMPIRES!! They had eventually ended up believing you, or at least trusting that you were telling them the truth since, yeah, they were vampires, so why couldn’t time travel also be real. While you asked them question after question about vampires, they all bombarded you with questions about the future, mostly Paul and Marko. Over this time, you and Dwayne had gotten very close and had even started dating. He told you about how you were his mate but made sure to let you know that he didn’t want that information to make you feel obligated to be with him. It was your choice. It didn’t matter though, because even though you had only been here for a little over a month, you had found yourself falling hard for him. I mean, how could you not?

You had obviously been living in the cave with the boys, not having anywhere else to go. It didn’t bother you though, you loved it here. Although, it did take you a while to get used to their sleeping schedule. You did like to be awake for some of the day, just sitting around the cave, listening to music and reading some of Dwayne’s books, of which he had plenty. You had been sitting on the couch, reading a book that you were so engrossed by, that you didn’t even realize that it had gotten dark and the boys had woken up. You were pulled from your little world by Dwayne lifting your legs up, plopping himself down onto the couch and dropping your legs back down and onto his lap, his hands resting on top of them. You looked up and gave him a smile, to which he returned. “Morning.” You greeted him as you put the book to the side. “Morning, beautiful.” He greeted back, staring at you for a few seconds before suddenly pulling your body over to him and into a hug. You let out a surprised squeak as you were pulled onto his lap but quickly relaxed into him. “Did you get much sleep today?” Dwayne asked as he ran a hand up and down your thigh and rubbed your back with the other. Enjoying the soothing feeling he always gave you, you let out a content sigh. “Yeah. I woke up around 3pm. Been reading since then I guess.” You told him, your eyes now closed as your head leaned against his chest. Dwayne smiled down at you, his gaze filled with so much love. “How about we spend some time alone tonight? We can find a quiet part on the beach if you’d like.” Dwayne suggested. While you enjoyed hanging out with the whole group, you loved when it would be just you and him. You opened your eyes and looked up at him with a smile. “I’d like that.” You told him.

After everyone was ready for the night, you all walked up to the bikes outside, Dwayne helping you onto the back of his. You all took off and were riding together towards the boardwalk but you and Dwayne soon turned in a different direction, splitting off from the group to find a secluded and quiet place for you to spend the night. Since Dwayne knew practically every inch of Santa Carla, he knew exactly where he was going to take you. Once there, he parked his bike and you both got off. Dwayne took your hand in his and led you down the slight hill and onto the sand. “Wait here. I’m gonna find some wood to make a bonfire.” He told you. You nodded. “Okay. Do you want some help?” You offered. He just gave you a grin. “I’ve got it, princess.” He said before walking off. You sat down in the sand and waited for him to get what he needed. You took this time to let your mind wander. You couldn’t believe that, less than two months ago, you were considering some bad things. You had always struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts. You felt so alone and disconnected from the world that it got to the point that you were finally going to give up. In a last ditch effort the night that you got into bed, before waking up here, you had bawled your eyes out and begged the universe to give you something, anything that could make your life worth living. All you had ever wanted was to love and be loved by someone, but you were never able to find that. Everyone that had ever entered your life had pretended to care for you and used you until they were done with you and then they left. They left you even more broken and alone than you had already been. You had finally realized that, maybe, you just weren’t worthy of anyone’s love. Then you woke up on this beach and a few days later, you met Dwayne. Not even in your wildest fantasies could you have imagined someone like Dwayne loving you.

Even now, as you sit on the sand, watching Dwayne put together the bonfire for the both of you, you still felt like you were dreaming and, at any moment, you would wake up to find that it was just that, a dream. Once the fire had been lit, he turned to you, a proud smile on his face. Dwayne walked over to where you were and sat down behind you, resting his legs on either side of you and wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him and resting his chin on your shoulder. “You okay there?” He asked. You turned your head to the side and leaned back a bit so you could face him. “I love you, Dwayne.” You told him with a smile on your face and happy tears pricking your eyes. “I was in such a bad place when I met you. I was on the verge of doing something very bad and you saved me.” You tearfully confessed to him. Dwayne seemed to be slightly caught off guard by your sudden shift in mood and your words, though he gave you a soft smile as he leaned in and gave you an equally as soft kiss. After pulling away, Dwayne rested his forehead against yours. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you from the moment I saw you. I’m sorry that you were in a bad place when we met and I will spend eternity making sure that you never feel that way again. I will make sure that you feel loved every single day and on the days you feel any darkness creeping its way back in, I will love you even more.” He said. No longer able to choke the sobs back, you let it out, only resulting in Dwayne holding you even tighter. “It’s okay, princess. Let it out.” He told you, and you did. You sobbed as Dwayne held you close to him. You weren’t crying because you were sad, no, you were crying because no one had loved you as much as him. No one had ever said anything like that to you before. After you had calmed down, you and Dwayne sat in a comfortable silence in each other's arms, watching as the flames of the bonfire flickered in the wind.

Months had gone by since then and Dwayne had kept his word. He loved you every single day and in doing so, not a day went by that you ever felt that darkness that had once consumed you. You had now been here for almost a year. The most wonderful year, filled with so much love and laughter. Marko, Paul and David had since deemed you as their sister and god help anyone who messed with their sister. Someone could do something as small as give you a dirty look and they would mysteriously vanish, neve to be seen or heard from again. You spent every night with them, whether that be on the boardwalk or in the cave. You loved going out to the boardwalk, going on rides, playing the games, which you were admittedly kinda bad at but you would always walk away with some kind of prize thanks to one of the boys. You loved hanging around the bikes, Dwayne’s arm always around you making you feel a constant sense of safety, as you all joked around. Equally so, you loved the nights that you would all stay back at the cave, Paul and Marko jumping around like two sugar filled toddlers making you laugh. David was the one that took the longest to bond with and for a while, you thought that maybe he didn’t like you as much as the others did. That all changed when one night, Dwayne had gone off to feed and you were with the others. You told them that you needed to use the bathroom and that you would be back in a minute. On your way back, a surfer nazi had cat called you and come over to you, getting a bit too handsy, but almost as quickly as it started, it stopped. You didn’t know it but David had been watching you to make sure you were safe and that’s when he saw the guy start to harass you. He threw him to the ground, making a mental note to make a meal out of him later. He then threw an arm over your shoulder and turned to you to ask if you were okay, to which you nodded. He then glared at the guy and asked him what the hell made him think that he could lay a hand on his sister. From that moment on, you and David had gotten closer with each other, just as you, Paul and Marko had gotten close.

You and Dwayne had just gotten back to the cave after having a bit of a date night. He had taken you to a place that overlooked the whole town. The both of you spent the night talking, as you usually did, and took in the view, holding each other close. Everything in your life was just so perfect and you were so happy. Spending the last hour or so cuddling in your nest before Dwayne eventually left to go join the boys to sleep. He wouldn’t always sleep in the same part of the cave as the boys. Some days he would sleep with you in your nest but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. You and Dwayne shared a long kiss and exchanged I love yous before he left. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, as you did every night now. Though when you woke up, you would feel like your world had been shattered into a million tiny pieces, along with your heart.

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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Broken Without You)

Pt 2 Fem Reader x Dwayne TW: Language, suicide I got the inspiration for this fic MONTHS ago after reading @theyreonlynoodlesmike ‘s It’s Just a Movie and The Sequel fics and have FINALLY written it. Everyone should go and read it because it is AMAZING!!

Opening your eyes, you looked around to find that you were back in your bedroom. Once it registered in your mind where you were, you shot up out of bed in a panic. “No, no, no, no, no.” You said, tears already falling from your eyes. This can’t be happening. You can’t be back here. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them back up, you would find yourself back in the cave and in Dwayne’s arms. “Please, please.” You quietly begged. You slowly cracked your eyes open only to find that you were still in your bedroom. Nothing had changed. A chorus of heart wrenching sobs escaped you as your legs gave out and you crumbled to the floor. Why was this happening? After years of feeling nothing but emptiness and darkness, you had finally been happy. Ever since you met Dwayne, your life had been filled with nothing but love and happiness. You had finally felt like you belonged somewhere and that you finally had someone who truly loved you, only to have all of that cruelly ripped away from you. You didn’t know just how long you had laid on the floor, curled in on yourself and crying until you had nothing left. Soon, you fell asleep, completely and utterly exhausted and just hoping that when you woke up again, this would turn out to be some kind of horrible nightmare.

Sadly, you had woken up the next day to find that you had not, in fact, dreamt all of this and that if seemed like no time had passed since you had been gone. Months went by and with the warm light that Dwayne shone on you that kept the darkness at bay now gone, that all too familiar darkness had crept its way back into your life and your mind. You tried your hardest to think of Dwayne and the others in those times to try and distract yourself, to try and live in your own little world where you were still there with them, but it never worked. It felt like all of your most precious memories with them were being infected and twisted into something diseased. Something dark and crooked, your mind warping the memories and making you think that they had never happened. That it was all some twisted trick that your mind had played on you. You almost gave into those thoughts but you knew deep down that it was real, they were real. Dwayne, he was real and so was the love that you held for each other. You didn’t know if reminding yourself of that comforted you, or just made it all the worse because you knew that you would never see him again. You wondered if he or the others had realized that you were gone. What would they think? Would they think that you had run away? Or maybe that something had happened to you and you were dead. Would they even care? Would they miss you as much as you miss them? Would Dwayne find someone else and move on as if you had never even existed? There they were again. The dark thoughts that always seemed to turn your thoughts and fill you with dark what ifs.

Over the months that you had been back, you fell back into your old habits of drinking and getting high with your “friends”. Though it seemed that things were even worse than they were before, you having tasted what it was like to feel the euphoria that came with loving someone and having that love returned tenfold. Constantly, you tried to chase that high that you once felt when you were with Dwayne, though you knew deep down that you would never find that in these drugs or in the company of the people you surround yourself with. You had thought for months about just doing what you had planned on doing before you met Dwayne. The only thing that stopped you, was the promise that you had made Dwayne. He made you promise him that you would never try anything like that, that you would come to him if you ever felt the urge to harm yourself and he would do everything in his power to make you feel better. But after a year of struggling to keep moving, to just keep yourself breathing, you had finally given up. The only thing that had ever made your life worth living, worth holding onto, was Dwayne and now with him no longer by your side, you just didn’t see the point in life anymore. You didn’t want to live in a world without him in it. When you first got back, you did have an idea. Maybe you could go to Santa Carla and find him. If he was a vampire, then he would still be alive today, right? Well, when you looked up the town, you felt your heart sink. It didn’t even exist, at least not in your world. You guessed that not only were you sent back through time but also to a different universe entirely.

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When Dwayne woke up that night, he immediately knew that something was wrong. It just felt off. Leaving the part of the cave where he and the boys slept, Dwayne first made his way over to your nest to check on you. Once he reached your nest and made his way inside, where he felt a surge of panic rip through his body. You weren’t there and your scent, while still there, was so faint that it indicated to him that you hadn’t been there in a while. In a blind panic, Dwayne tore through the cave in search of you, gaining the attention and worry of his brothers. “Woah! Hey, just calm down, alright.” David told Dwayne but it seemed as if his voice fell on deaf ears as Dwayne continued. Paul made his way over to Dwayne and grabbed a tight hold of his shoulders as he spun him around to face him. “Just tell us what’s wrong, man. Maybe we can help.” Paul offered, trying to calm his brother down and find out what the hell had gotten into him. “Y/n’s gone.” Dwayne said, jaw clenched and looking as though he was on the verge of breaking down completely. “Maybe she went for a walk or something. She’s done it before.” Marko offered and he was right. There had been times where you had gone out for walks while the boys slept. “This is different. She would have been back by now, she would have left a note or something.” Dwayne said, moving over to sit on the edge of the fountain and holding his head in his hands. The others exchanged a quick look before silently agreeing on something. “We’ll all split up and search the whole of Santa Carla if we have to. We’ll find her.” David told Dwayne, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. That’s how the boys spent the night. They searched every inch of Santa Carla but came up with nothing, only causing Dwayne to become even more distraught.

A couple of months went by and, while they searched every night, they never found any sign of you. While it was very clear that Dwayne was the most torn up, Paul, David and Marko were also heartbroken by your disappearance. You were their sister and they loved you and to wake up one night to find that you were just gone without a trace, it killed them. Marko had come up with a bit of a theory. He thought that, maybe, whatever had brought you here, had just sent you back. When he brought this idea up to Dwayne, he was immediately yelled at. “NO! She’s here somewhere! She HAS to be!” After that, none of them spoke about what they thought may have happened to you again. Dwayne felt so empty without you. He feared what may have happened to you. Had someone taken you and hurt you? Did you go on a walk, get hurt and weren’t able to move? Did you hurt yourself again like how you had told him that you did in the past? Then he thought about what Marko had said. Maybe you really had just been sent back to your own time and if that was the case, he feared what you may do now that he wasn’t there to protect you. You had told him all about your mental health problems, though you reassured him that since you had been there, you hadn’t had any of those dark thoughts that you usually did. He did make you promise him that you would never try to hurt yourself again and if you ever felt the urge, to come to him and he would do whatever he had to to make you feel better. But he wasn’t with you now.

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Tonight you had gone to hang out with your friends at one of your usual hang out spots. All you guys really did was get messed up and listen to music. Since getting back, you hadn’t told anyone about what had happened and even if you did, you knew that no one would believe you. I mean, you were drunk and or high most of the time, so anyone you told would just assume you were tripping hard on whatever you were on. Even though you were currently surrounded by people, you felt so alone. Their laughs, voices and the music was just static to you as your mind wandered back to Dwayne and the others. You wondered what they would be doing right now. As you had made a habit out of doing, you tried to imagine that you were back with them, hanging out in the cave, listening to music and laughing with them. You tried to imagine that you were sitting next to Dwayne, his arm around you and, for a brief moment, you could almost feel him. You felt so broken without him, more so than before you met him. You felt the tears start to come and not wanting anyone to see you cry and ask questions to which you wouldn’t be able to answer, you stood to leave. “Hey, where ya going, y/n? You’re gonna miss out on the party.” One of your friends questioned. You looked back briefly. “I’m all partied out. I’m gonna go for a walk.” You told him. He just shrugged and turned back to the others and with that, you walked off.

You walked around for a while, not exactly knowing where you were going until you got there. You soon found yourself standing in a place that you often went to when you wanted to be alone. It was a grassy area atop a cliff that overlooked a large wooded area below. It was quiet and secluded. You sat down on the grass, dangling your legs over the edge. You sat there for a while, just thinking about everything that had happened and eventually, your thoughts went back to Dwayne. You felt your tears finally spill onto your cheeks as you realized what you were going to do. You felt terrible about breaking the promise that you had made Dwayne, but you just couldn’t go on like this. You couldn’t go on without him, it hurt too much. Standing back up, you lined your feet up with the edge of the cliff. Your heart was racing but, at the same time, you felt a small sense of relief wash over you. “I’m so sorry, Dwayne but I can’t do this without you. I tried, I really did. Please forgive me.” You cried as you spoke into the air, knowing that he wouldn’t hear you but you needed to say it. “I love you. Forever.” Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and stepped off. You felt the rush of the wind for a few seconds before…

For the second time, you landed on the ground with a harsh thud. You could feel your body ache as you lay there. It took your brain a few moments to register that you hadn’t died. Confused, you slowly opened your eyes, to find that it was still night. That’s when you felt the sand against your skin, causing you to shoot up. You frantically looked around to find that you were in the same place that you had woken up the first time. You were back. Without a second thought, you got to your feet and sprinted straight for the boardwalk, hoping and praying that they were there already. You made it there a lot quicker this time, your adrenaline pumping and fueling you to run faster than you had ever ran before. You practically tripped up the steps of the boardwalk, causing some people to give you strange looks but you didn’t care about that. You tore through the boardwalk, trying to get to where the boys usually parked their bikes. Breaking through the crowd, you felt your heart skip a beat. They were here. You ran straight in their direction, the comotion you were causing, caused the boys to turn their heads to see what was going on and that’s when Dwayne saw you. Immediately, he raced towards you as you raced towards him, launching yourself into his arms when you got close enough, to which he caught you and pulled you into the tightest hug. You buried your head into his neck, inhaling his scent, as he did the same. You tried to say something, anything, but you couldn’t get your brain to cooperate. All you could do was sob into him as he held you. They others had also come over to where you and Dwayne were, equally as happy to see you.

Finally, you pulled your head out of his neck to look at him as he set you back down onto your feet but still keeping a very tight hold on you. “You’re back. I thought I’d never see you again. What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dwayne hurriedly asked you, looking you over to make sure you were all in one piece. “I’m okay now. I don’t know what happened. I-” You tried to choke back another sob. “I missed you so much.” You said and Dwayne pulled you back in for another hug. The others also shared their happiness of you being back and telling you that they missed you too. David then said that you should all go back to the cave so you could all talk somewhere more private. Getting on the back of Dwayne’s bike for the first time in what felt like forever and having your arms around him while you rested your head on his back, felt like pure heaven. You thought that you would never see any of them again. After getting back to the cave, you all talked about what had happened, Dwayne never once letting go of you and you never letting go of him either. You told them how you had woken up back in your room, how you had planned on going to Santa Carla to find them, only to find out that the town didn’t exist. You told them that it had been a year for you, while they informed you that it had only been four months for them. None of you knew how that worked but you were all just glad that you were back. They asked you how you got back and, not wanting to tell them all about what you had just done, you just told them that you didn’t know. Though, when you and Dwayne had gone back to your nest at the end of the night to be alone, you felt like you should tell him.

You and Dwayne were laying on your bed in each other's arms when you decided to tell him. “Dwayne?” You said, gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you. “I need to tell you something. I- I did something right before I got back here.” You quietly told him. You were worried about what his reaction would be, but you knew he deserved to know. Dwayne brought his hand up to your face and brushed the hair out of the way. “What happened, love? Tell me.” He softly encouraged. The way he was looking at you made you feel so guilty about what you were about to tell him. “I- I know I promised and I tried to keep that promise, I swear. But I was so lonely and broken without you. I couldn’ take it. I didn’t want to live in a world without you, so I-” The last words were difficult to get out. Dwayne knew what you were about to say and it broke his heart but he kept silent and let you finish. “I tried to kill myself.” The last part coming out as a whisper, shame and regret filling your voice. You let your tears fall as Dwayne pulled you into him. You buried your face into his chest as he rubbed your back, letting you get it all out. “It’s okay. You’re okay now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you like I promised.” You could hear his voice crack slightly as he spoke. You pulled away to look up at him. “I love you, Dwayne. So much. I just couldn’t do it without you.” You told him. “I love you too, y/n. Forever. I promise you that I will find a way to make sure you are never alone again. If it’s the last thing I do.” The both of you laid in each other’s arms for a while before you had a thought. You didn’t know if it would work, but it was worth a try. “I think I might have an idea.” You suddenly told him. Dwayne gave you a curious look and urged you to continue. “Well. What if you turned me?” You told him.

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You looked over at Dwayne from your spot on the couch as he skated around the cave, sending you a wink as he passed you. It’s been twenty years since you had asked Dwayne to turn you. It seems like your idea had worked. The last twenty years have been the most amazing years of your life. You spent every night with your three best friends/brothers and the man that you loved more than anything. And still, not a single night goes by where Dwayne doesn’t find some way to make sure you know just how much he loves you. Forever is a long time, but not long enough for you. Though, you guess it will be good enough for now.

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@lovedtodeth:

Okay so, I got this idea from the song “Dont know what you got (till it’s gone)” by Cinderella when I was listening to it. What if in this scenario, (y/n) has always had feelings for Paul but never grows the confidence to tell him. And maybe there’s instances where Paul would just be too naive to even realize that reader has a massive crush on him. Reader overhears a convo with Paul and marko, where marko asks if Paul would actually catch feelings for someone and he’s like “naahhh” so, that’s the readers last straw? Reader decides to go away for a while in hopes to just get over him bc how hurt they were and the entire time the reader is gone, Paul starts to realize everything the reader did for him and all the good times. Ofc he starts to miss them, and …realizes that he indeed also had feelings for them.

I hope you like it and it is what you wanted.

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕲𝖔𝖙 (Don't Know What You Got)

Fem!Reader x Paul

TW: Weed, nothing else except sad boy hours with Paul

This is a request from my old account that I did.

You and Paul sat together on one of the beaten up couches in the cave, his arm laying across the back of the couch behind you as he took a hit from the joint he was holding. Blowing out the smoke, he passed it to you, to which you accepted and took your own hit. You and Paul would often just hang out together, smoke and listen to music, whether that was in the cave, out on the beach or under the boardwalk. You loved hanging out with Paul, he was so much fun, so sweet, funny and kind to you. Over the year that you had known him and the others for, you had developed feelings for him. Your feelings for him grew from just friends, to wanting more pretty quickly after meeting him for the first time. Though, you never told Paul about your feelings for him. You never had the confidence to. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if you ruined your friendship by telling him? You couldn’t do that and you couldn’t take the rejection, not from him.

Even though Paul had never realized it, the others did. It was pretty obvious to everyone except Paul that you had a massive crush on him. You thought that maybe one day he might see how much you cared for him and take the initiative and ask you out, but that never happened. Paul was too naive to even notice it. You were brought out of your thoughts by Paul nudging you. “Hey. You gonna pass that, sugar?” He asked, a goofy grin on his face as he watched your zoned out expression and you holding the joint in your hand. He just thought that you were really high and spacing out. You recovered by sending a grin back at him. “Sorry.” You said, laughing a little and passing it back to him. Paul took the joint off of you and gave you a shrug. “It’s all good, babe. I know you’re a weakling when it comes to my weed.” He teased, which promptly earned him a playful jab in his side from you as you feigned hurt. “Rude! I’m not a weakling!” You defended. The rest of the night went on and eventually ended with Paul dropping you off at your place.

A few more days passed and you met up with the boys at the boardwalk. As soon as Paul spotted you walking up to them, he ran up to you, picking you up and spinning you around before putting you back on the ground. “Finally! We’ve been waiting for ages!” Paul whined, causing you to laugh. “Dude, we’ve only been waiting for like, ten minutes.” Marko said, laughing at his brother. You and Paul made your way over to the others, Paul’s arm slung over your shoulders. “Yeah well, it was ten minutes too long.” He said, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout, trying to gain some kind of sympathy from you and his brothers, to no avail. You turned to Paul. “Come on you big baby. Let’s get something to eat cause I’m starving.” You told him and the others. While they didn’t necessarily need to eat human food, they still enjoyed it. The five of you made your way to one of the food stalls to get some food. Marko and Paul were messing around in the line, playfully shoving each other and laughing, which caused a few people in the line to give them annoyed looks.

You, Dwayne and David just watched on in amusement and their antics. Eventually, you all got to the front of the line and ordered. After getting your food, you all started to head back to the bikes, Marko and Paul starting up the shoving again. It would have been fine, if Marko didn’t shove him a little too hard, causing Paul to drop his food. He just stood there for a few moments, staring at his now dirt and sand covered food on the ground. Feeling bad for him and not being able to stand the sad look on his face, you handed your food over to Paul. “Here, have mine. I’ll go get some more.” You told him, giving him your food and as soon as he took it, you left to go get some more food before he could even thank you. While you were in line again waiting to reorder, the boys were standing in the same spot, waiting for you to get back. Paul was apparently so touched by your gesture, that he proceeded to cry as he ate the food that you had given him. Admittedly, he was also kinda really high too.

When you got back to them, you gave Paul a concerned look. “Hey, Paulie. You okay?” You gently asked him as you watched him cry and eat. “Mhm.” Paul said as he nodded. “You’re just so nice to me, sugar! You were so hungry but you still gave me your food.” He said as he continued to cry. You pulled Paul into a hug, being careful of the food, to comfort him but you couldn’t help the giggle that came from you. “You’re welcome Paul but you don’t need to cry. It’s just food.” You told him. After you had all finished eating and Paul had finished crying, you guys went on some rides. By that you meant that you, Marko and Paul went on the rides while Dwayne and David just stood back and watched the three of you. The night went on and you all had a great time, as you always did and just like every night, Paul dropped you off at your house. He didn’t really have to, since you only lived about a fifteen minute walk from the boardwalk, but Paul always insisted since when you went back home, it was very late.

The next night, Paul picked you up from your place and drove you to the boardwalk. You all went about with what you normally did. At some point, you, Paul and Marko ventured under the boardwalk to smoke but after a while, you told them that you would be right back as you needed to go get a drink. They offered to go with you but you told them that you would be fine. When you were headed back to them, drink in hand, you stopped. You were close enough that they hadn’t noticed you yet and close enough that you could hear a conversation that they were having. “Hey Paul?” Marko said, gaining Paul’s attention. “Yeah bud?” Paul replied, looking over at Marko. “Do you think you would ever catch feelings for someone?” Marko asked. Paul didn’t take too long to think of his answer. “Nah, I don’t think I would. Why?” Paul answered with a shrug. Marko gave Paul a shrug back. “No reason. Just wondering.”

It felt like a knife had just been plunged into your heart and you felt your body go ice cold. Paul would never have feelings for anyone. He would never have feelings for you. Tears started to well up in your eyes as you quietly turned around and walked away. Before, you at least had a little hope that maybe he could feel the same way about you as you felt about him but after hearing that, your worst fears were confirmed. Paul would never love you. How could you be so stupid as to think that he would even like you like that, let alone love you? You walked back up onto the boardwalk and made your way towards the exit. You couldn’t face them now. You couldn’t face him. That night, you walked home for the first time since you had started hanging out with the boys, crying the whole way and eventually, crying yourself to sleep.

You were woken up by the sound of tapping on your window. You laid still for a few moments, listening and waiting, knowing it must be one of the boys. The voice that you heard only confirmed your suspicions. “Sugar? I know you’re in there. Why did you leave? Did something happen?” Paul asked through the window. You were glad that the curtains were drawn and the window was locked. You didn’t want to see or talk to him right now. Honestly, in all of your hurt that you were feeling right now, you didn’t know if you ever wanted to talk to him again. Paul continued to try and get you to talk to him and open up for a few hours before finally giving up and leaving you alone.

The next couple days were a blur. You hadn’t been showing up to the boardwalk and had been ignoring the taps and calls from your window. You had had time to think and, as much as it pained you, you had decided that you needed to get away from Santa Carla. More specifically, away from a certain vampire. You had some family about five hours from here that had said that you could stay with them. After packing your things, you took one last look at your room before leaving and heading to the bus stop. You had decided it would be best if you left during the day, that way, you wouldn’t run into anyone that you were trying to avoid. You also decided to leave a note. In it, you explained your reason for leaving and told them that you loved them all and you would cherish their friendship forever. You also told Paul that, while you knew that he would never love you, you would always love him.

That night, Paul woke up and headed straight to your house, intent on getting you to let him in or at the very least, talk to him through the window. Arriving at your house and finding your window cracked open, Paul was filled with relief. Finally, you were willing to let him in. Though, what he would find when he got into your bedroom, would leave him feeling something that he wouldn’t fully understand yet. After reading your letter, Paul didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t even know that you liked him in that way and if he was being honest, he never really thought about if he felt that way towards you. Paul left your house and headed back to the cave, suddenly not feeling like going to the boardwalk tonight. He now understood why you had suddenly left the other night and why you had locked yourself in your room, refusing to talk to him. You had overheard his conversation with Marko. To say the least, he felt horrible. He never wanted to hurt you, you were one of his best friends. He loved spending time with you. He loved making you laugh. He loved getting high with you, listening to music and talking about random things that, to others, may have seemed dumb. He loved that, even though he knew it to be kind of true, you never made him feel stupid. It was then that Paul realized what that feeling was. It was heartbreak.

The next few weeks were pure torture. Constantly reminiscing on all the good times he and you shared and there were many. All the little gestures, touches and compliments that you gave him, all the laughs you had together. Paul missed them all and it was over these few weeks that he realized something that he wished he had realized long ago. He was in love with you too and it killed him that it took losing you to realize it. The worst part was, he couldn’t even tell you any of this. He had no idea where you had gone and he had no way of getting into contact with you. As a way of torturing himself, Paul played Don’t know what you got (til it’s gone) by Cinderella on repeat, wallowing in his own self pity and thinking of you and all the things that he wished he could have said to you and would hopefully get to say to you one day if you ever came back. Luckily for him, and for the others who have had to deal with Paul sulking around, you did come back about a month later.

Arriving back in Santa Carla was weird but it also filled you with butterflies. All the memories you had here with the boys still never failed to make you smile. Well, that is until you start to think about the reason you left in the first place. But you were back. It wasn’t long after you left that you started to regret your decision to leave. It felt like you had left a part of yourself here, though you tried to push those feelings away and focus on moving on. It didn’t work though. The longer you were away from here, away from your friends and away from Paul, your heart broke more and more. Finally, after almost two months, you admitted defeat and decided to come back. You would be lying if your first thought after getting back, wasn’t to go straight to the cave and see the boys. You missed them all so much but there was one particular boy you missed the most. Never being able to rid your mind of his goofy smile and contagious laugh. Or the way he made you feel.

As you made your way onto the boardwalk, you rubbed your hands together out of nervousness. You were nervous to see them again and nervous to have to explain yourself and your letter. Walking through the crowd, you made your way over to where you knew their bikes would be and just like always, there they sat. Your heart fluttered at the sight but felt it sink a little when you saw a very miserable looking Paul. He wasn’t at all his usual, goofy, loud and wild self. Speeding up, you made a b-line for them and as you grew closer, you saw Paul’s head shoot up. He stared at you, his eyes wide and looking like he was in shock, though it didn’t last long as he quickly rushed to you and hauled you up into his arms. “Y/n! I can’t believe it’s you! You’re back!” He exclaimed, hugging you to him in a tight grip before pulling back slightly to look at you. “It really is you, right? I’m not hallucinating?” He didn’t give you time to answer before he pulled you back in. “Of course it’s you. God I’m so sorry, sugar. Please, please forgive me. I was so stupid. I didn’t mean to hurt you and I’ve done a lot of soul searching while you were gone and I realized that I love you too. I was just too stupid to realize it sooner.” Paul basically blurted all of this out in one go, you never getting a chance to respond, but you didn’t mind too much, as what he said last made your heart pound. He loved you too.

Finally putting you down and pulling away slightly, you were able to speak. “Paul.” You said, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, to which he leaned into. “You’re not stupid. I should have said something about how I felt. I should have talked to you instead of running off like that.” You told him. “I don’t care about any of that now. You're back and I’m not letting you go ever again.” He cooed at you as he brought you into a kiss. You were surprised at first, but quickly melted into the kiss. It was like a dream and if that was true, you never wanted to wake up from it. You wrapped your arms around Paul’s shoulders as his came down to wrap themselves around your waist. Lost in the kiss, you were both brought back to reality by obnoxious coughing from the boys. “Get a room you two.”

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dwayneshotwife asked:

Can u do a paul or dwayne version of Fem!Reader x Ghost!Marko

Okay here is the final installment of the 'Here To Stay' series..? I guess.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖞 (𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊)

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Dwayne TW: Death, Cancer, Suicide

Another request from my old account.

I laid on my bed, the whole house silent. The only living thing in here now, was me. It has been a whole month since my mom died and I felt so completely numb. My mom and I both knew that it was coming for a while now. Stage 4 cancer. Even though I knew it was just a matter of time, I still wasn’t prepared for it. I don’t think anyone could ever prepare for something like that. I had only found out after she had died, that she left everything to me. The money, the house and everything in it. I would give it all up just to see her again. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Just… Blank. That was until I heard a noise from downstairs. I slowly sat up and just sat there for a few moments, trying to wrack my brain for what could have caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of anything. Deciding that I needed to go check, I slowly got up and made my way out of my room and down the old wooden stairs. I silently cursed as the next step my foot landed on, let out a rather loud creak. Shit. I cringed at the noise. I stayed still for a few moments and listened. Nothing. I let out a quiet breath and continued.

I made my way around the whole of the downstairs but didn’t find anything. “Great. I must be going crazy now.” I muttered to myself as I walked back into the living room. Just as I reached the stairs, about to go back up to my room, someone spoke. “You’re not crazy, princess.” I froze. My eyes wide and my heart beating so fast I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest. Though, through my initial fear, I felt a weird sort of calm and comfort wash over me at the sound of the voice. It was deep, soft and gentle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” There it was again. His voice was like honey and I was desperate to drown in it. Suddenly, I realized that I have still yet to move or speak. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened even more at the sight before me. There, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. He was tall and had long dark brown hair. His jaw strong and sharp and his nose much the same. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. As my eyes traveled down, I discovered that, while he was wearing a jacket, he had no shirt on, letting me admire his toned and muscular chest and stomach. He wasn’t overly muscular, but my god was he beautiful.

He had obviously noticed my staring, the corner of his lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk as he let out a light chuckle. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I quickly looked away. “Sorry.” I quietly muttered. Wait. Why am I apologizing? He is a stranger that somehow got into my house. Snapping my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows knitted together. “Wait. Who are you and how did you get into my house?” I asked him. He thought for a moment before answering. “My name is Dwayne. I uh.. I’m sort of.. Stuck here.” He told me. I watched his face, trying to figure out if he was lying to me or not, but his face only showed honesty. “What do you mean stuck?” I asked, curiously. I hadn’t even realized, but I had walked towards him. I was now standing right in front of him. “I’m stuck in this house. I can’t leave.” He confessed. Dwayne then went into more detail, telling me about what had happened here. The fight, him dying and even about what he and his brothers were before they died.

Dwayne and I were now sitting on the stairs, mainly because I felt a little light headed with all of the information I had just taken in. “You okay, princess?” Dwayne asked me, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee in a comforting way. I looked up at Dwayne, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just processing everything.” I told him truthfully. He just nodded his head in response. After a few moments, a thought occurred to me. “I just realized. I never even told you my name.” I said with a light chuckle. “It’s y/n, by the way.” I added, bumping my shoulder into his, earning a chuckle out of him. God, his smile is so gorgeous.

Dwayne couldn’t believe that he had found his mate. He felt like his heart could almost beat again. You were so beautiful, he had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The elated feeling of happiness he felt was soon replaced with despair. He was a ghost. He was too late in finding you. He felt like his heart had been revived and then crushed at the same time. He wanted so badly to be with you, to have you as his, because you were his and he was yours, but he knew it couldn’t happen. So, he just resigned himself to watching you as you went on about your life. Years went by, you first moved in when you were seventeen and you were now almost twenty, he had kept track of your birthday. It was then that your mom died. He tried his best to keep his distance still, but his overwhelming urge to be with you and comfort you was too much, so finally, after years of just watching you, he made himself known.

Since that night, Dwayne had been hanging around basically 24/7. Not that I minded it, the exact opposite actually. For the first time since my mom had died, I was happy. Genuinely happy. Over the last couple of months that Dwayne had been around, we had gotten to know each other really well and with that, I had begun to crush on him pretty hard. Well, less crush and more falling completely in love with him. I knew that it was pointless seeing as he was a ghost but I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, heard his voice, saw that adorable and slightly wonky smile of his, I just fell harder and harder. I wish we could have met before all of this. There were times when I thought for a moment that maybe he felt the same way, but my mind always brushed it off and reminded me that no one as amazing as Dwayne could like, let alone love, someone like me.

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Dwayne sat down next to me. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked up from the book to look at him. I moved the book to show him the cover. He read it and a grin broke out on his face. “Dracula, huh? It’s a good book.” He said, scooting himself closer to me. “So.. You like vampires, huh?” He asked teasingly, a sly smirk on his face as he rested one of his arms along the back of the couch and the other on his thigh. I gave him a dumbfounded look before laughing. This caused him to laugh along with me. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked him as my laughter died down. He just gave me a shrug, the smirk still not having left his face. “A pick up line?” He said. That caused me to stop. Wait. Was he being serious? Was he still just joking around?

Dwayne must have noticed my sudden change as his smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a slightly worried expression. “Sorry. Have I been reading this wrong?” He asked. It took my mind way too long to catch up with what he was saying, but I finally managed to say something. “Wait. You, like me?” I asked him, still in complete disbelief. Dwayne raised a brow at me and brought a hand to my cheek, letting his knuckles graze the skin. “I thought I was making that pretty clear, princess.” He whispered as he moved his face closer to mine. “Dwayne.” Was all I managed to breathe out as he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him as he kissed me. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me, not being able to get enough of him. Dwayne pulled back after a while, brushing my hair behind my ear and giving me a soft and loving smile.

“I need to tell you something, princess.” He whispered against my skin as he brought his lips to my neck. “Hmmm?” I hummed in reply, enjoying the feeling of his lips exploring my neck too much to answer with words. “Vampires, we have mates.” He spoke between kisses. “And you’re mine.” He finally said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I pulled back and looked at him. “Like, soulmates?” I asked, wanting to clarify and make sure I knew exactly what he meant. Dwayne nodded. “Yes. Two souls, destined to be together by fate itself. We are two halves of a whole.” The words he spoke made my heart flutter with love and happiness. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I smiled at Dwayne and brought him into another kiss.

After Dwayne’s confession a few months ago, I had been on cloud nine, though, every now and then, I would be reminded of the fact that Dwayne was dead and I wasn’t. I would grow old while he would stay the same. It broke my heart to think of that. I wanted to be with him forever, just like this. Just as we are now. A thought occurred to me in times like these. If I died in this house, I could possibly become a ghost like Dwayne. That way, we could be together forever, and be just as we are now. I knew that I couldn’t bring this up to Dwayne. He would absolutely refuse me doing something like that. If I was to do it, I would have to be sneaky about it. He never did pop into the bathroom when I had the door shut. He knew I needed privacy in there and he was respectful of that. That would have to be where I did it. I already had a pretty good idea of how. There were pills in there that I had that would do the job.

That night, I had made up my mind. I would do whatever I had to to be with Dwayne forever. I told him that I was going to take a quick shower as I made my way into the bathroom. I waited a moment before turning on the shower taps then made my way to the cabinet. I took out the pill bottle and stared at it for a while. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this. I started to have second thoughts about it. Not because I didn’t want to be with Dwayne, but because I was scared. Was it going to hurt? I shook those thoughts out of my head. No. I have to do this. I twisted open the bottle and emptied the contents in my hand. I took a deep breath before I started swallowing pills. With every pill I swallowed, my nerves grew. I was scared out of my mind but there was also this little feeling of…. Comfort? I was comforted by the thought of being with Dwayne and nothing being able to tear us apart.

After I was finished, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and actually stepped into the shower, just to wet myself, then got back out. By the time I had come out of the bathroom and was back in my bedroom, I was feeling nauseous, dizzy and my head was fuzzy. Dwayne immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” He hurriedly asked, concern laced in his voice. He helped me over to the bed and laid me down. “Come here.” I slurred and clumsily grabbed for him. “Hold me. Please.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. “Y/n?” Dwayne asked as he laid down beside me and held me. “What did you do?” He whispered. My body felt heavy and thinking, let alone talking, felt so difficult. “Pills” Was all I managed to get out.

Dwayne held my body as he cried. His heart was broken into a million little pieces. “Dwayne.” I said his name from beside him. I was standing beside the bed that he was still laying on. His head snapped up to me, his eyes wide. He let go of my body and gently laid it down before getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Why? Why did you do that?” He begged. I felt horrible about the pain that I had brought him but I knew that it was something that had to be done. “I did it for us. I did it so we could be together forever.” I whispered to him. Dwayne pulled back slightly and looked down at me. “What-” It took him a moment for my words to sink in. “Princess. You didn’t have to do that. I would never have wanted you to kill yourself just to be with me like this.” He said to me, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. I brought my hands up and placed them over his. “I love you, Dwayne. I would die a thousand times over if it meant I could get even just a chance to spend eternity with you.” I said, barely being about to finish my sentence as he quickly brought me into a long and passionate kiss. My arms moved and wrapped around his neck, his hand moving to my waist. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you before I met you. I loved you before our first meeting. I love you now and I will continue to love you forever.” Dwayne whispered against my lips.

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Hey Bestie, could I request a yandere!Severen from Near Dark? He finds the reader and becomes obsessed with her and wants her to join him? He'll literally do anything to have the reader and doesn't mind playing dirty in order to have her by his side? ❤️

Of course bestie!! I love Severen so much and the idea of Yandere Severen *chefs kiss* I haven't really written any yandere stuff before, only very mild for yandere Dwayne, so I hope this is what you wanted. Also, sorry if it was a bit short. 😭

𝕵𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊 𝕴𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 (Join Me In Death)

Fem!Reader x Yandere!Severen TW: Yandere, Death, Language, brief mention of abuse Summary: Severen didn't care what he had to do, he would make you his. Because as far as he was concerned, the second he laid eyes on you, you already belonged to him. You just didn't know it yet.

From the second Severen laid his eyes on you, he was obsessed and knew that he was going to make you his. Whether you liked it or not. Though he would first try to win you over with his charm and good looks, I mean, how could you resist him? But if that somehow didn’t work, he would just have to take more drastic measures. And by ‘more drastic’ he meant kidnapping, but he was sure it wouldn’t come to that. Not with his ability to lay on the charm and make a girl feel special, especially when you most definitely were special. As soon as the sun had set and he and the others had woken up, they all made their way over to the bar that he had seen you at the night before. He was more than ready to see you again. Last night, he didn’t get a chance to talk to you but he sure as hell was going to talk to you tonight. The bar wasn’t too packed, only a handful of patrons sitting in various spots in the bar. Severen was bouncing his knee up and down, anxiously awaiting your arrival. Though he wasn’t nervous, no, he was excited as hell. The others were watching him, curious as to why he seemed so excitable tonight. More than usual. Well, that was until you walked into the bar with some guy by your side. Severen scrunched his face up at the sight. ‘What the fuck, man?’ He thought to himself as he watched you and the guy sit down at the bar together. Jesse and Diamond shared a look with each other, now knowing the cause for Severen’s behavior. A girl, of course. Though they were still both curious to see how this would play out, knowing that Severen was the obsessive and possessive type and seeing that you seemed to already be with someone, would make for an interesting night for sure. For the next half an hour, Severen watched the two of you with disgust. The disgust was not directed towards you, but towards the guy who seemed to be your boyfriend. He hated that you were with someone else, not that it was going to stop him from claiming what was, in his mind, rightfully his. This just meant that he would have to get rid of your boyfriend first. That thought brought a smile to his face. Oh how he was going to enjoy ripping that piece of shit apart.

Finally, your boyfriend left to go to the bathroom and Severen used this as his opportunity to talk to you. He swiftly made his way over to you, leaning against the bartop and giving you his most charming smile. “Howdy there, darlin. What’s a pretty little thing like you doin in a place like this?” He flirted. Your cheeks heated up at this and you slightly turned your head away and brought a hand up to your face to try and hide your blush, which he found absolutely adorable. “Umm, sorry but I’m here with my boyfriend.” You told him politely. While he hated that you had a boyfriend, he appreciated the loyalty. Not that it was gonna stop him. “I don’t see him.” He said, feigning looking around for him, his smile never dropping. Not until he saw your face drop. Severen looked behind him in the direction in which you were looking, wanting to see what caused you to have this reaction. Your boyfriend had come back from the bathroom and he looked pissed. Severen looked back at you and that’s when he took notice of the bruising around your wrist where the sleeve of your jacket had risen up a bit. This caused feelings of anger and protectiveness to bubble up in him. How fucking dare this human shit stain lay his filthy hands on you. Oh he was really going to enjoy killing him now. Once your boyfriend had made his way back to you, he roughly grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up out of your chair and shot Severen a glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, man? She’s with me.” He spat. You let out a quiet whimper at your boyfriend's tight grip on you.

“Doesn’t look like she’s real happy to be with you, asshole.” Severen spat back and puffing his chest up, just itching to lay into this dude already. He looked over at the table where Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae were sat. Jesse gave him a nod and that made him grin ear to ear. Seeing as there were now only four other people here, besides him, his family, you and your boyfriend, it wouldn’t matter if they all had a little fun. Not that more people ever really stopped them anyway. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Your boyfriend angrily asked. “Oh buddy, you’re about to find out!” Severen said as he suddenly ripped your boyfriend's hand from your arm and socked him right in the face. You gasped and cringed at the sound of what had to be his nose breaking. Severen then let out an enthusiastic howl as he proceeded to press his boot to your boyfriend's throat and lean down. “Well now, this seems pretty funny to me!” Severen said to him, a sadistic grin on his face. He then looked up at Jesse. “What do ya think, Jess? Ain’t this funny?” He asked. Jesse, along with the others laughed. “Pretty damn funny.” He agreed with a smile on his face. Severen then looked over at you, his grin still wild but it softened slightly when he met your eyes. “What do ya think, darlin?” He asked you, his voice a little softer, as he pushed his boot harder into your boyfriend's throat, causing him to choke and try to pry Severen’s boot from it, but to no avail. You looked like a deer in the headlights as you stared at him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to speak. Just then, the bartender pulled out a shotgun from under the bar and cocked it, aiming it at Severen. Severen reluctantly diverted his attention from you and to the bartender. “Aww gee whiz. Ya got me!” He jested, mock surrendering. “Now, you and your friends leave on foot or in body bags.” The bartender threatened. This only caused Severen and the others to grin and laugh. Jesse got up and slowly walked over to the door, closing it. The bartender quickly redirected his aim from Severen, to Jesse. “What are you doing?” He questioned. “Just giving us a little privacy. We prefer to eat away from prying eyes.” Jesse told him as he leaned against the wall, sending Severen a look.

That’s all Severen needed, as he swiftly lifted his boot before swinging it back and forth, slitting your boyfriend's throat with his spur. You let out a scream before covering your mouth with your hands, watching in fear as blood poured out of his neck. Just then, a loud bang filled the bar and you dropped to the ground and buried your face into your knees, just wishing this night would end. The other three people in the bar started to scramble but were quickly stopped by Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae. Severen stood there for a moment as he looked down at his stomach, now a bloody mess. He looked back up at the bartender and grinned. “WOOOOOO! What a kick! DO IT AGAIN!” He shouted, his voice deranged and exhilarated. The bartender went to reload the shotgun as Severen walked over to the bar, jumped on top and started kicking glasses and bottles off of it and in the bartender’s direction. Fumbling with the shell, he didn’t have time to reload it before Severen repeated his actions from before, raising his boot up and moving his foot back and forth, slitting the bartender’s throat. Severen then jumped down from the bar top and crouched down to the bartender, pulling him up to his mouth and making him a meal. The others had the same idea, as they began to devour their own meals. You sat there, your knees to your chest and your face still buried, not wanting to see the carnage around you. Suddenly, you felt hands on your arms, moving them out of the way, then lift your head up. “Howdy.” Severen said to you, his face covered in blood. Tears flooding your eyes and small sobs leaving you. In your mind, you were next. Severen sat down on the ground in front of you as he tried to pull you to him. “Hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt ya, darlin.” He cooed, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm. Not to you anyway. “P-please. Don’t kill me.” You cried.

Severen cupped your face and made you look at him. “I’d never do that. I love you too damn much to ever hurt a hair on your pretty little head.” He told you with a smile. You felt your heart sink at his words. The words of someone truly delusional. “I’m gonna take you away from all this, okay.” He said as he petted your head, smoothing down your hair. “I’m gonna make you just like me and then we can live happily ever after. How’s that sound?” He told you, his smile never fading, even as more tears began to stream down your face. He couldn’t believe it. You were finally his. He was gonna take real good care of you and make sure no one touched you ever again. Sure you might not accept his love just yet, but you would learn to. He just knew it! You two were made for each other, he knew it from the moment he saw you.

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𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 (Under The Boardwalk)

Fem Reader x Paul TW: Mental illness, mentions of self-harm, drugs, language Gif: @lostinsantacarla

For what felt like your whole life, you have struggled with depression, your mind constantly filled with dark thoughts. While you had brief moments where you felt okay, those moments never lasted long as the toxic thoughts your mind would come up with and the almost suffocating feeling of loneliness would creep their way back in and consume you once again. All you have ever wanted was to find someone that you could connect with. Someone that wouldn’t just be there to use you and, once they were done with you, leave. You wanted to love someone and have that person love you back completely. You knew that you had your flaws, everyone did. But you were a good person and did your best to make everyone around you happy, even if that meant that in doing so, you yourself wouldn’t be. You were a people pleaser and at times, you hated it. Constantly being used by people who claimed to be your friends, who claimed to care. “I’ll always be here for you.” “I care about you and I'll never leave you like they did.” They would say, but over time, you grew to realize that they never meant it. They only said it so they could get what they wanted out of you and, once they were done, they would leave you just like everyone else did. In order to not let yourself get hurt again, you had learned to distance yourself from people. You stopped trying to make friends, stopped opening up to people and stopped trying to find love. You knew that it would only result in you getting yourself hurt and you would end up alone again, feeling even more broken than before. By the time you were nineteen, you felt so disconnected from the world around you. Locking yourself away in your room and turning your hurt and anger inwards. You had been self-harming since you were thirteen, cutting yourself, starving yourself and purposely overdosing on pills. You wanted to feel something and nothing at the same time. You had even attempted to end your life at one point but deep down you knew that you didn’t want to die, you just wanted all of the pain to stop.

Recently, your parents had told you that you would be moving. While you would miss where you lived right now, you had your own little spots that you would walk to to sit while listening to music and be in your own little world, you felt that maybe this could be the chance for a fresh start, though the thoughts that came to your mind after thinking that were that you would be just the same as you were now. Alone, unloved and unworthy of anything positive. Why would moving change anything for you? You would still be the same useless piece of shit you were now. For the next few weeks as you packed, you fantasized about moving to your new home and being happy. In your fantasy, you would find someone that would immediately take to you, wanting to get to know you and you two would fall madly in love. You would also possibly make some friends as well. In your fantasy, you were happy, loved and wanted. But you knew that that would never happen, you weren’t worth anyone's time, let alone their love. But you could always dream.

Moving day came and you got all packed into your car with your parents and set off to your new home. They had told you that you would be moving to a town called Santa Carla and that it was right near the beach. In fact, there was a boardwalk on the beach that had lots of rides, games and stores for you to explore when you got there. While you thought that it was cool, you didn’t exactly know how fun that would be for you on your own. Maybe you could find a new little secluded and quiet spot where you could spend your time like you did at the spots where you used to live. The drive was long but you eventually made it to your new home. Spending the rest of the day unpacking the moving truck and the car, then all the boxes. By the time night fell, you were exhausted but you decided, reluctantly and after a lot of convincing from your parents, to go to the boardwalk. They were going to go eat dinner and thought that they could drop you off at the boardwalk so you could look around the place. As they dropped you off, your dad handed you some money so you could get something to eat and some extra if you decided to go on any rides. You thanked him and waved them goodbye as they left. You turned in the direction of the boardwalk and took a deep breath before making your way there from the parking lot.

The boardwalk was pretty crowded, not really great for your anxiety, but all you had to do was grab some food and water and then you would try and find a quiet spot to sit for a while. There were lots of options for food but you decided on something easy, popcorn. You fidgeted with the money in your hands, that you had counted about five times to make sure it would be enough, as you waited. Finally, you got your food and water and quickly made a b-line for the beach. You figured that you could find a spot under the boardwalk to sit for the night. You walked a bit away so that you wouldn’t be near anyone and found the perfect spot. It was dark, quiet and away from the crowds. Sighing in relief, you sat down on the sand and began to eat some of the popcorn. After a few minutes, you were scared almost half to death by the sound of someone's voice, not that far from you. “Hey, ya mind if I steal some of your popcorn, sugar? I got a serious case of the munchies and you’re making that look so good right now.” The man, who was only a few meters from you, asked. You wondered how you didn’t notice him before. You felt frozen to the spot, not sure what to do. You looked down at the food in your hand and back up at him before slowly extending your hand with the food in it towards him. His face broke out in a big goofy grin as he closed the distance and shoved his hand into the bag, pulling his, now popcorn filled, hand out and eating. “Thanks!” He enthusiastically told you as he plopped himself down onto the sand next to you.

“What’s your name? I’m Paul.” He asked, introducing himself with a mouth full of food. You looked at him for a second and, feeling like he wasn’t much of a threat, just a friendly stoner, you answered. “I uh. My name’s y/n.” You told him, watching as he continued to eat out of his hand. Pretty messily, too. Paul turned to look at you, giving you a smile. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He complimented. You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. You had to remind yourself that he was a stranger. He was stoned and probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “You new here, sugar? I haven’t seen you around before.” He asked, now finally done with his food. “Uh yeah.” You said, reaching for your bottle of water and handing it to him. “Just moved here today, actually.” You finished as he gratefully took the water from you and chugged a good amount of it. You couldn’t help the stifled laugh that left you. “What’s so funny? Do I have something on my face?” He asked, his grin as big as ever. You shook your head. “No, no. Your face is fine. It’s nothing.” You told him. He handed you back your water but you shook your head. “You keep it. You seem to need it more than I do.” You told him with a smile. “Thanks. I got crazy bad cottonmouth.” He told you but then felt the need to clarify. “Cottonmouth, it's wh-” But you cut him off. “I know what it is. That’s why I gave you the bottle. I thought you might need the water.” You told him with an amused look on your face. His face seemed to light up at what you said. “You smoke?” He asked excitedly, to which you nodded. “Yeah, sometimes.” For the rest of the night, you and Paul sat under the boardwalk, smoking, talking and getting to know each other. You could feel the excitement build up inside of you at the prospect of maybe having a friend here but you also made sure not to get your hopes up. Past experiences teaching you better than that but there was something different about Paul. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

That night you went home feeling better than you had when you had left. Paul seemed like a pretty nice and easy going guy and you seemed to have quite a lot in common. You and Paul had made plans to meet up again the next night at the same place, which he had already started calling “our spot”. Maybe living here wasn’t going to be as bad as you had originally thought it was going to be. While you tried your best, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to thoughts of the future and what it would look like. Would you and Paul become close friends? Would it develop into something more? You knew you shouldn’t think that far ahead or assume that he even wanted to go in the romantic direction but you couldn’t help yourself. You drifted off to sleep that night excited for tomorrow night when you would see him again.

****

After he and the others got to the boardwalk, Paul hung out with them for a while, as usual, but then decided to split off and do his own thing. That was how he found himself wandering off to under the boardwalk to smoke and get high. He was there for about an hour, completely in his own world, when he heard someone approaching. He stayed silent as he watched you get closer. He watched as you sat down, not too far from him, and begin to eat some popcorn. His mouth started drooling at the smell of the popcorn and god damn you made it look tasty. He was sufficiently high and had the munchies, so he decided to see if he could sweet talk you into sharing some with him. At first, he was planning on making you a meal but after talking to you and getting to know you, he decided against it. You were one of the coolest girls he’s met in quite a while and you were absolutely gorgeous too. The both of you got along really well and he already felt himself wanting to spend even more time with you. He told you to meet him here again tomorrow night, to which you agreed. He was ecstatic that you wanted to see him again. When he got back to the others, they asked him what he was smiling about but he just told them that he had a good meal and they accepted his answer, not asking him any more questions. Once they all got back to the cave, just before sunrise, and were situating themselves in their nest to go to sleep for the day, Paul’s mind wandered back to you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, resulting in you being the last thing he thought of as he drifted off to sleep.

****

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Paul met up every night under the boardwalk at your spot. You talked, laughed and smoked together. The more you got to know Paul, the more you found yourself falling for him. He was sweet, goofy, kind and seemed to take a genuine interest in you. He made you feel wanted and, while you loved it, it scared you a little. Thoughts going through your head of him only using you and that he would leave when he was done with you, just like everyone else had. Though, whenever you were with Paul, those thoughts never had the chance to stay for too long because he would pull you from those thoughts with his, albeit kinda stupid, jokes he would constantly be telling you. While, yeah they weren’t the best jokes in the world, they still made you laugh and for that, you loved them. Tonight, Paul asked if you wanted to play some of the games on the boardwalk. You happily agreed and you and him got up and made your way out from under the boardwalk on actually onto it. Once on the boardwalk, Paul slung his arm over your shoulders as he directed you to where some of the best games were. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you felt his arm around you. You wondered for a moment if it was a friendly gesture or if it meant more. Did he like you as much as you liked him? You shook the thoughts from your head and just decided to try and turn your brain off for a while and just enjoy your night with Paul.

As you and Paul played some of the games, you came to the realization that he wasn’t really that good at any of them. It made you laugh at how focused his face would get at times. Not that you were really one to judge, since you weren’t all that great either but you did manage to win a small stuffed lion. After you received your prize, you turned to Paul. “Here.” You said, offering the prize to him. “I won it for you. Looks like you too.” You told him with a smile. Paul’s eyes got wide and a large smile spread across his face as he took the stuffed lion from you. “Really? You won him for me, sugar?” He asked and you nodded. “Yep.” You confirmed. Suddenly, you were pulled into a hug. “Thank you. No one’s ever won something for me before.” He confessed before pulling away. As you two walked down the boardwalk, on your way to get a drink, Paul turned to you, a sly smirk on his face. “So, does this mean we were on a date?” He asked you and you could feel your cheeks heat up. “I umm.” You didn’t know exactly how to answer that but decided to just go for it. “If you want it to be.” You finished, giving him a nervous glance. Paul’s smile just got even bigger at your response. “Well then, I guess we just had our first date.” He said, laying his arm back around your shoulders and bringing you in closer. The both of you walked around for a bit longer before Paul asked you something that made your anxiety spike. “You wanna come meet my friends?” While you wanted to, your anxiety over it made your heart race. What if they didn’t like you? What if they made fun of you? What if- Your racing thoughts were cut off by Paul. “It’s okay, babe. They’ll love you, I promise. I mean, they’re not as cool and good looking as me, but they’re okay.” He said, trying to reassure you and make you laugh. It worked a bit and you agreed to meet them.

Paul took your hand in his and began to pull you along towards where his friends were. It didn’t take too long to reach them and, when you did, you felt the anxiety start to creep back in. They looked pretty intimidating upon first glance but you tried to remind yourself not to judge them at face value, you wouldn’t want someone to do that to you and Paul was really kind to you, so maybe the others were like him. “Guys, I want you to meet someone.” Paul said once we reached his friends. They all looked towards you and Paul. “This is y/n.” He said, introducing you to them and then he went around the group telling you everybody's names. After you all spoke for a bit, you found that they weren’t as intimidating as you originally thought. Marko was much like Paul and while Dwayne seemed to be pretty quiet, he was still nice. David though, he wasn’t rude to you or anything but he was definitely the one that you still found kind of intimidating. Maybe that’s just how he was? Either way, they all seemed like good people. After a while of standing around talking, Paul asked if you wanted to go back to their place with them and hang out there for a while. You did want to hang out with them all for a while longer, but it was already getting pretty late. “I’m sorry but it’s pretty late and if I don’t head home now, my parents will get mad.” You told him, earning an exaggerated pout from him. “Aw come on, y/n. It’s barely even midnight.” He said, trying to convince you to go with . “Yeah, we promise to get you back soon. Just come hang out for a bit.” Marko said, trying to help Paul out a bit. You thought about it for a moment and caved. “Fine. But I have to call my parents first. I don’t want them worrying.” You told them. Paul and Marko let out a few excited cheers at that. Luckily, your parents were just so happy that you had found some friends that they said it would be okay but to stay safe and not get back too late.

You walked back over to the boys to tell them what your parents had said. “Come on, you’re gonna ride with me, sugar.” Paul told you as he hopped onto his bike and extended his hand for you to take. You took his hand and he helped you onto the back of his bike. “You ever been on a bike before?” He asked, his head turned to the side as he spoke. You shook your head. “No.” He grinned. “Well, you better hold on tight.” He informed you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, your grip tight as your anxiety spiked. Your grip around Paul tightened even more as you sped through the boardwalk, down the stairs and onto the beach. You were surprised that, only after a minute or so, you began to enjoy the ride. It felt so… Freeing. Speeding down the beach, the wind whipping through your hair and the sounds of the boys shouting and laughing. You felt a big grin spread across your face as you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Soon, the four bikes had left the beach and turned onto a trail in a wooded area. You rested your head on Paul’s back, just letting yourself live in the moment and enjoying how it felt to be so close to someone. Before long, the bikes came to a stop. You looked around to see that you were at, what looked to be, a cliff. Getting off the bike with Paul, you gave him a questioning look, to which he gave you a smile and wrapped his arm around you. “It’s just down these steps over here.” He said, pulling you along with him and towards an old looking staircase. You all walked down the stairs, across a small bridge and to the mouth of a cave. Paul helped you down into the cave, making sure you didn’t slip. You looked around in a mixture of shock and awe.

“You guys live in a cave?” You asked, still looking around at everything. You had to admit, while it wasn’t at all what you were expecting, it was actually pretty cool. “Yeah, ya like it?” Paul confirmed and asked you. “Yeah, I do. It’s a pretty cool place.” You told them. David walked up to you as Paul jumped up onto the edge of the large fountain that was in the middle of the room. “This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla back about eighty years ago. Too bad they built it on a fault.” David told you. “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header into the crack. Now it’s ours.” He finished. You looked at him. “Wow. Lucky you I guess.” You said. “How long have you guys lived here for?” You asked and watched as they all shared looks with each other. “Ah that doesn’t matter.” Marko said, to which you gave him a funny look but just decided to brush it off. Just then, Paul came over to you and handed you the joint that he had been smoking. “Here, let's get high and listen to some music.” He said. You took the joint from Paul and took a hit. “Yeah, cause it’s not like the joints we smoked earlier did anything.” You joked. For a while, you all sat around talking, smoking and listening to some music before David suddenly told Marko to go get some food, to which he obliged and left. So, David was kind of the ring leader of the group, you assumed. You leaned back in your spot on the couch as you began to feel tired. You didn’t want to leave just yet though. “Aw come on. You’re not getting sleepy now, are ya, sugar?” Paul whined from next to you. You turned your head to the side, as it rested against the back of the couch, to face Paul. “I’m still good. Just relaxing.” You told him, your smile lazy and high. Paul laughed at the sight and squished himself closer to you. “Good.” He said with a smile of his own.

Eventually, Marko got back with the food and handed it out to everyone. You had taken a couple bites of your rice and was about to go for a third, when you looked down to see maggots. You went still and silent as you stared down at it for a few moments before tossing it to the ground in disgust. Noticing this, David spoke up. “Something wrong with your food there, y/n?” He asked with a laugh. You looked up to see a smirk on his face and to see that Marko and even Dwayne were laughing a bit too. You felt your heart sink. They did this? God you were so stupid to think that you had met some nice people that actually wanted to be friends with you. Was Paul a part of this too? You looked over next to you and saw that Paul had a bit of a smile on his face at your reaction. That brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t believe that you had fallen for this shit again. They just brought you here to make fun of you. You stood up and rushed out of the cave. Once you reached the top where the bikes were, you took off running towards home. You didn’t know exactly where you were going, but you had a vague idea. You couldn’t be there anymore, just to be made fun of. After about fifteen minutes, you realized that you were lost. Not having the energy to keep going, you found a spot by a tree and sat under it and finally let the sobs out. You sat there and cried for what felt like hours. Has this whole thing between you and Paul been a big lie? A big fucking setup? You thought that you had finally found someone that actually cared about you, that actually wanted to be with you and that his friends liked you. But like always, you were proven wrong.

Suddenly, you heard the snap of twigs on the ground and the sound of footsteps getting closer. You looked up and through tear filled eyes, you saw Paul. Great. He had come and found you so he could continue making fun of you. You buried your face further into your knees as he got closer. “Sugar? Look, I’m sorry. It was just a joke, there weren’t really maggots in there. I promise.” He told you, trying to apologize but you couldn’t believe him. Who does that to someone for a fucking joke? You felt Paul beside you as he sat down. He tried to brush the hair away from your face and spoke again. “I know I really fucked up, y/n. I’m sorry. I really am.” He said. You slowly lifted your head to look at him, the hurt you were feeling clear on your face. “You know, my whole life I have been treated like shit by everyone that I thought were my friends. I was always the butt of the joke and used until I had nothing left to give and then I would be left alone. I promised myself that, this time, I wouldn’t let anyone in. Not ever again because I couldn’t bear being hurt again. But then I met you and I thought that, finally, I’ve found someone that seems to actually care about me. I guess I was just too stupid to see I was being used again.” You said to Paul through tears. “I actually believed that you liked me. How stupid am I?” You finished. You looked up to see the look on Paul’s face and it actually looked like he genuinely felt bad for what he and his friends had done. Like he really didn’t mean for it to be taken like that. “You’re not stupid, I am. I do like you, sugar. Like, a whole lot. More than weed! I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you. Tell me what I need to do to make it up to you, sugar. I’ll do anything. Please.” He said, practically begging you. He really did seem remorseful of his and his friends actions.

You remained silent for a few moments, not knowing if you should trust what he was saying. “I don’t know if I can trust you again.” You told him and the look on Paul’s face almost hurt you to see. He looked like a kicked puppy. “What if I tell you a secret? Something that I’m not supposed to tell anyone ever. Will you trust me a little then?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. You thought for a moment. Sniffling, you shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on the secret.” You told him. At that, he looked slightly nervous but happy you somewhat agreed. “Okay just, don’t freak out. Okay?” He said and you slowly nodded. “I’m a vampire.” He told you and you felt your heart deflate a little more. He was still making fun of you. You felt fresh tears start to spill out of your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re still making fun of me.” You told him, totally defeated at this point. How could he be so- Just then, you watched as his face shifted into something inhuman. With wide eyes, you stared at him in shock. “I’m not making fun of you.” He said as you continued to stare. Through the new face that Paul wore, you could see worry start to settle onto his features as you were yet to speak since he had revealed himself to you. You then reached up to touch his face. Even though you had seen it shift in front of your eyes, you still had to see if it was real. You touched his face and then his fangs, pulling a giggle from Paul as you did so. “It’s real.” You whispered. “100% real, sugar.” He confirmed with a fang filled grin. You pulled your hands away and wiped the tears from your face, shifting in your spot. You began to ask Paul an array of vampire related questions, to which he happily answered them all. You also asked him why he and the others had done what they did to you. He told you that it was just David hazing you. He did it to people all the time but he didn’t mean to make you feel like they were making fun of you. They mess with each other all the time. He continued to apologize for it and told you that they would never do anything like that to you again.

After a while, Paul offered to take you home, to which you accepted, seeing as it was really late and you were pretty exhausted. When he dropped you off, Paul pulled you into a tight hug and asked if you still wanted to meet up again tomorrow night. To his relief, which was clear on his face, you said yes. He then told you that, if you wanted, he would pick you up and drop you off from now on. You also agreed to this. After he left and you got inside, your parents were already asleep, which you were grateful for. You went right to your bedroom, stripping off your clothes and getting into your pajamas before crawling into your bed and pretty quickly falling asleep. The next night after Paul had picked you up and brought you to the boardwalk to where the others were, they all took turns apologizing for the previous night, though you only got a “sorry” mumbled to you from David. Though Dwayne told you that he meant it but he just didn’t like apologizing. The rest of the night went a lot better than last and for the next six months you and the others just got closer and closer as friends, them even going as far as calling you their sister. You and Paul also grew even closer and your relationship blossomed. They did keep their promise to never make you feel like they were making fun of you. Paul spent every waking moment that he was with you, making you feel loved and wanted. You had never felt so loved in your entire life and, while you still had your bad days, they were a lot less common now. It was at this six month mark that you approached Paul with a very important request in mind. One he had never been happier to fulfill. You asked him to turn you. You told him that you could never imagine a life without him and the only way to be with him completely and forever, was for him to turn you. He had wrapped you up in a big hug and planted many kisses all over your face after hearing those words come from your mouth.

He asked you when you wanted to turn and you told him that you didn’t want to wait. You wanted him to do it that night. After sharing the news with the others, they all cheered and celebrated. That night, Paul used his blood to turn you and, while it was a bit of a learning curve, you had never been happier in your entire life. You would be able to spend the rest of eternity with the best friends you had ever made and with the first and only man that had ever shown you genuine love and kindness. You knew that never again will you go a day feeling alone and unloved. Or should you say night.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘: 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝕼𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 (The Lost Boys: Incorrect Quotes)

Paul: “Now that we’ve become stranded, it’s important to establish roles within the tribe.”

Dwayne: 🤨

Paul: *Pointing at Dwayne* “You will be the hunter/gatherer and I will be the cute mysterious one with a secret… but I’ll never tell.😏”

Marko: 🤨

David: 🤨

Dwayne: 🤨

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𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕭𝕵 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 (Dwayne BJ Smut)

So I wrote this privately for a friend but I had to post it here too cause I mean.... Sharing is caring.

NSFW 18+ NO MINORS

TW: Heavy smut, language, basically you are getting face fucked by daddy Dwayne

“Come here.” Dwayne ordered. You eagerly complied and crawled over to the edge of the bed where he was standing. “Unbuckle my belt.” He ordered again, to which you complied. You undid Dwayne’s belt and then looked back up at him, waiting for your next order. “Good girl. Now undo my pants and take them off.” He told you. Your hands shaking with anticipation, you unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down, pulling his boxers along with them. Dwayne’s huge cock sprang free from his pants as you slid them down his thighs. Dwayne grabbed the back of your neck in a tight grip. Dwayne held his cock in his other hand, pointing it towards your face. “Suck it, princess. Suck daddies cock.” He growled as he brought your face closer to the head. You didn’t resist, instead, you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and licking the head of his cock, causing Dwayne to let out a throaty moan. You took the head into your mouth, slowly swallowing him. You wanted to go slow but Dwayne had other ideas as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth, making you gag but he held your head there, not letting you get away. “Fuck!” He breathed out as almost all of him was now inside you.

It wasn’t long before Dwayne had started thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. He was practically fucking your face at this point. Saliva was running down your chin and every now and then you would gag, causing Dwayne to moan at the sensation it brought. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good around my cock, princess.” He praised you as he continued to fuck your face. You moved your hands to his hips, running them over his hips and to his ass. Every now and then, Dwayne would pull his cock out of your mouth, letting you breathe as he took in the sight of you before he plunged his cock back into your mouth and continued to fuck it. Dwayne released your neck and moved his hands to the back of your head, grabbing hold of fistfuls of your hair and using that as leverage to bring your head in to meet his thrusts. “I’m so close.” He moaned. “I’m going to cum down your throat. Would you like that, princess? Hmm?” Dwayne asked, knowing that he would get no answer. “Of course you would.” He said with a chuckle. You felt Dwayne’s thrusts become more and more sloppy as he was approaching his orgasm. With a final few thrusts, Dwayne let out an animalistic growl and moan as he rammed his cock into your throat, holding your head in place as he came.

You did your best to swallow all of his cum and breathe at the same time. You didn’t know how you managed it, but you did. Finally, Dwayne released your head, pulling it off of his cock and looked down at you. “Such a good girl, taking me like that and swallowing my cum.” He praised you. He then leaned down to you and pulled you into a hard kiss. After pulling away and standing back up, Dwayne watched as you laid back on the bed, your eyes droopy. “I hope you don’t think that we are done here. There was a lot more in those stories that we need to do and I’m just getting started.” Dwayne informed you as he climbed onto the bed, already hard again and ready to fuck you.

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𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊: 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆 (Imagine: Smile For The Camera)

You’re dating Dwayne, the stoic and neutral faced vampire. You’re on the boardwalk with him and the others. You had just gotten a camera and wanted to take pictures, super excited to do so. You turn to Dwayne and lift up the camera to take a picture of him and, just for as long as it takes to take the picture, his face goes from his normal “bitchface” to an adorable smile then back to his bitchface.

Basically, this is what I picture.

Idk. I thought it was funny and cute and YES in this vampires show up on film.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓: 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗/𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝕷𝖊𝖌 (The Lost Boys Headcanon: Stealing Your Wheelchair/Prosthetic Leg)

If you were disabled, ie needed a wheelchair to get around or had a prosthetic leg, the boys, after finding out you were their mate, would 100% steal your wheelchair/leg so you could not run away from them.

They would carry you around anywhere you needed to go and would not give you back your wheelchair/leg until they were 100% sure you had fallen for them and would not run away.

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𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 (Another Life)

Pt 1

OC x AceMerrill/David

18+ NO MINORS

TW: Light swearing, a little bit of a heavy make out sesh

You and Ace first met when you were fifteen years old. You always wore things that, inadvertently, made you the target of peoples cruelty. Today was one of those plentiful days. You were just out in town, walking around window shopping when you were shoved by someone behind you. You managed to catch yourself and not fall to the ground, which only seemed to anger the person that had pushed you. It’s not like you wore some crazy and outrageous outfits or did strange things with your hair and makeup. You actually didn’t wear any makeup besides some mascara and, if you were going to go somewhere nice, you might put on a little bit of deep red lipstick. Your hair was naturally a very dark brown, so dark that it basically looked black and it had a bit of a wave to it. The clothing that you wore was not too different from what the other girls in Castle Rock wore, you just happened to prefer to wear all black, with the occasional red accent. As the boy that had pushed you said some nasty things to you, his two friends that stood on either side of him egging him on and offering their own insults, you could feel yourself wanting to cry. You just wanted to burst out into tears right then and there, but you knew that you couldn’t do that. If you did that, you would just give them what they wanted and it would only show them that you were weak and that you were an easy target for them to taunt and terrorize in the future.

You swallowed the feeling and tried to walk away from them, but as you turned to leave, one of them, you weren’t quite sure which one, grabbed your arm. His grip was tight and you could tell it was an action that was full of anger. Why he was so angry, you didn’t know and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, freak?” One of the boys spat. Keeping your back to him, you tried to yank your arm from his grip so you could get away from them, you didn’t want whatever this was to escalate into something that could get you hurt. Just as he was about to speak again, he was suddenly yanked away and thrown to the ground by someone, each of his friends following suit as they too, were thrown to the ground. Feeling the hand that previously had a vice-like grip on your arm had released you and hearing the sounds of people hitting the ground and the groans that came with it, you finally turned around. You were shocked at what you saw. You saw none other than Ace Merrill and his gang standing over the three boys that had been harassing you. The Cobras. They were only a year older than you, but they had already made quite the name for themselves in our little town and their reputation was one that was bad enough to make you want to keep your distance from them. That was of course, unless you had a death wish. You had obviously seen them around town a lot, though you had never spoken a single word to any of them before, but I guess today was the day that that would change. As you shook the surprise from their actions from your face, you gave them a small but genuine smile. “Thank you.” You told them, your voice small and quiet from your nerves but it was still loud enough that they had heard you. This earned you a smirk from Ace. He took a few confident steps towards you before stopping. He was now so close to you, that you could smell the scent of the cigarette smoke and motor oil that came off of him. “You’re more than welcome, doll. Couldn’t let those assholes harass a beautiful thing like you, now could we.” He said to you, looking right into your eyes.

From that moment on, Ace became your very own protector. Anytime that someone would say something unpleasant, do something to upset you or just look at you funny, he would make sure that that person was dealt with. He even told his boys to look out for you too... Well, he more threatened that if they didn’t do something when they saw someone messing with you, he would make them wish they were never born. You wouldn’t realize it until much later, but it was that moment that you fell for Ace Merrill, and he wouldn’t admit it until much, much later, that that was the day that he knew that you were going to be his forever. He wasn’t going to let you go, not ever. As the two of you spent more and more time together, which mostly consisted of you hanging around the Cobras’ hangout, going to the occasional drive-in movie with Ace or him just taking the two of you on a drive so you could be alone and talk without the judgmental stares of the people in town, you both started to realize that, while you didn’t participate in the illegal things that Ace did, nor would he want you to, you were both very similar to each other. The biggest thing was that you were both outcasts, different reasons, but outcasts all the same. When you found out that he also had a love for reading, though he hid it very well and had never told a soul until now, you were very excited. It wasn’t until you two had been together for almost a year that you had finally convinced him to read to you. Since then, it has become somewhat of a thing that you two did. You were now eighteen, Ace being nineteen and ever since the whole event with Gordie Lachance, his three friends and the body, you had been noticing something change in Ace. You didn’t know what it was exactly, you could only speculate. While Ace had told you what happened that day near the train tracks, he didn’t bring you because he didn’t want you to have to see a dead body and boy was Ace glad that you weren’t there when Lachance pulled a gun on him, the change that you had seen in him didn’t make much sense. While yes, his ego took a bit of a hit after being bested by a boy years younger than him, you didn’t think that it was enough to cause all of this.

It was tonight when Ace opened up a little bit to you. You and Ace were in his car, just enjoying each other’s presence while you listened to the radio play lightly in the background, when he spoke up. He turned to you, taking his time looking over your face as if he was trying his best to memorize every detail of it, before he finally spoke. “I’m going to go away for a little bit, doll.” He told you softly. You were confused, that confusion must have been evident on your face, because Ace spoke again. “I’m going to find somewhere for us to go. Somewhere we can run away to. I’m gonna get you the hell out of here and away from those shitty excuses for parents. ” He clarified. He brought his hand up to your cheek and gently stroked it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch before taking hold of his hand. You nodded lightly. “You’ll come back for me?” You asked him as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You knew that he would come back for you but you just wanted to hear him say it. “Always. I’ll always come back for you, Aurora.” His voice was firm but full of love and honesty. “You promise?” You asked with a smile. You already knew the answer. Ace let out a chuckle and smiled back at you. He moved his hand that was on your cheek, to the back of your head and gently pulled your face closer to his as he leaned in to meet you halfway, stopping mere centimeters from you, his lips grazing yours as he replied. “I promise.” He whispered before closing the almost nonexistent gap between you. Your lips moved in sync with each other’s, having done this many times before, but it somehow always left you feeling like it was the first time. The kiss was eager and passionate, filled with all the love that you two shared for each other. As the kiss got more heated, Ace moved his hands down to your hips, leaving them in place for a few moments before swiftly lifting you up slightly and pulling you into his lap. With your legs now on either side of his, you wrapped your arms around his neck. After a while of making out, you ground into his lap, rolling your hips slightly. Ace let out a moan at your sudden movements, pulling back from your kiss to look at you. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna have to do a lot more than just kiss you, doll.” He said in a breathy voice, his hands already moving up and down your thighs. You leaned back in and gave him a slow, lingering kiss before parting your lips from his slightly. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Ace.” You whispered back to him. He gave you a devilish smirk and shook his head. “God, you make me wanna do bad things to you when you talk like that and look at me the way you’re lookin right now, doll.”

The next day Ace packed a couple bags and put them into his car before making his way to your house to say goodbye to you before he left. You held onto him tight as tears welled up in your eyes. “Why can’t I go with you again?” You asked him, your voice muffled slightly from your face still being buried into his chest. “Cause I don’t know what I’m gonna find. I wanna be sure of where we are going before I bring you.” He said to you as he ran his fingers through your hair. You looked up at him, a tear finally making its way out of your eye. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, doll. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.” He told you, his voice soft and you could swear it sounded like he may have been holding back tears himself. Though you knew he would never let them slip or even show. “Okay, but just. Just don’t forget about me, okay Ace.” You said to him. You knew he wouldn’t forget about you, but deep down, you had this sinking feeling. He gave you a grin and chuckled. “Not a chance. That's not even possible.” He reassured you. We shared one last long and passionate kiss before he got into his car and left. For the first week, Ace had called you every single day, sometimes multiple times a day, filling you in on what was going on and to just talk to you, admitting at one point that he called you multiple times a day sometimes, just so he could hear your voice. You both missed each other so much and you couldn’t wait until he found wherever it would be that you would be running away to, so that you could see each other again. It was a few days into the second week of Ace being gone when it went silent. You were worried when he didn’t call you that day, but just convinced yourself that maybe he wasn't able to find a payphone, or maybe he had run out of change…. After the third day of not hearing from him, you were in a bit of a panic. You were terrified that something had happened to him. Saying that Ace wasn't exactly a safe driver, would be a massive understatement. You were hoping with everything in you that he hadn’t gotten into an accident and hurt himself, or worse. With no way to contact Ace, all you could do was wait. So, that’s what you did, you waited and waited and waited. The weeks turned into months and those months soon turned into a year.

No word of Ace ever reached you again after your last phone call with him. Your heart broke at the thought that maybe, he had just found someone else, someone new and better than you to live that happy life with. That happy life that he had promised you. As the years went on, you isolated yourself more and more. This year marks the seventh year that Ace has been gone. You were now in your mid-twenties, but something was wrong… Off. While all the kids that you went to school with grew up and looked their age, you didn’t. You looked as if you were still only eighteen years old. You didn’t know what was happening, you didn’t know how it was happening, but it was. You searched for years, but never came up with anything. As another three years passed, you realized that other people had started to notice as well. It was then that you decided to leave. You had hoped that, when you did finally leave Castle Rock, you would be leaving with Ace, but you don’t always get what you want, do you? Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you continued to pack your car. You didn’t bother taking one last look at the house or town that you had grown up and spent your whole life in. It wasn’t exactly a place that you cared to think much about. Though, you knew that there would always be one thing that you would silently thank Castle Rock for, and that was Ace. Even though you hadn’t heard from or seen Ace in a decade now, Jesus, has it really been that long? Despite the many years that have gone by, your love for him would and has never wavered. He would always be your first and only love. No matter what, no matter how much time passes, that one fact will always remain true. Your heart will always and forever, belong to Ace Merrill.

Your decision to keep moving every four to five years is what had brought you here. Santa Carla, murder capital of the world. The year was now 1987 and you were, in your eyes, practically an old lady now at the age of forty six. You didn’t look to be a middle aged woman though, you still only looked eighteen years old. All these years later and you still couldn’t figure out what had happened to you back then. It was hard, not being able to make any long lasting friendships. Though, you never did have friends back then either. Well, except for Ace and his gang of course. Even though it has been almost three decades since Ace disappeared from your life, you never could bring yourself to even think about moving on. Moving here to Santa Carla, you felt different. It was as if you could sense something was about to happen. Whether that thing would be good or bad, you were yet to find out. Over the years you had managed to amass quite the savings, so when you got here, you went straight to the apartment that you had been looking at and met up with the agent there. You did what you had to and soon, the apartment was yours. After getting your things inside, of which there wasn’t much since you moved so often, you decided on taking a much needed shower. You had originally wanted to just go straight to bed after you were done, but you quickly decided against that when you got out and got dressed. You felt a strange pull to the boardwalk that you had seen on your way to your apartment. By the time you had gotten dressed and was ready to head out, the sun had sunk into the horizon and the sky was now dark. You felt almost giddy as you parked your car and made your way through the crowd on the boardwalk, looking at all the stalls you passed and everything that they were selling. You had stopped at one stall in particular, it was one that sold little trinkets, jewelry and such. You were pulled deep into a memory of you and Ace when you spotted a locket. It looked so much like the one that Ace had given to you for your eighteenth birthday. He had even managed to put a photo of each of you in there. Your hand instinctively went to the piece of jewelry that still hung around your neck. You hadn’t taken it off in almost three decades. God you missed him. You had hoped through the years that maybe one day you would see him again, but you never did. You didn’t notice, but there was someone in the crowd watching you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman that stood in front of him, a woman that he hadn’t seen in so many years and one he thought he would never see again.

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