#david(thelostboys)

[gothamslostboy]

•Favorite Place To Kiss You•

David

HAND

Specifically the back of the hand

But he also loves kissing your palm

Just a little bit less

He holds it in both of his hands

And looks you in the eyes as he smiles and kisses it gently

He does it like

aallllllllll

The time

Sitting in the cave relaxing? Hand kiss

Out on the boardwalk picking a snack? Smooch

Worried about something he’s about to do? Hand kiss “don’t worry babydoll, I’ve got this under control”

The first time he kisses you & all the boys was a hand kiss

He’s obsessed with it

Dwayne

FOREHEAD

This one is pretty obvious

I know Billy Wirth is 5’ 11”

But I imagine Dwayne as 6’ 4” or more

So it’s objectively the second easiest place to kiss you

But he has a reason to prefer it over the top of your head

Kissing someone’s forehead is a sign of adoration

It’s also a way to comfort someone

When Dwayne specifically does it, he’s telling you that you’re safe from harm

That he’ll always be there to protect you

Emotionally and physically

He does it as a hello and goodbye

And also uses it as an “I love you” w/o having to verbally say it

It’s a gentle kiss

But if he was worried about you or you’re hurt it’s quicker and a bit forceful

Usually hugging you when he does it

Paul

LIPS

He’s a big fan of the classic

Let’s be real

Paul kisses you all over no matter where you are

But most often it’s the lips

Also says something cheesy

“Give me some sugar, Sugar;]”

Very rarely is it a peck on the lips

Paul would make out with you every time if you let him

Sometimes he forgets that you need to breathe

If he’s excited about something which is basically all the time he puts some extra passion into the kiss

But also gives really sweet, long, gentle kisses when it’s a more chill environment

The first time he gives you one of those kisses is when you two say I love you for the first time

And believe me

You’re trying to get another one of those asap

Marko

NECK/COLLARBONE

He’s the most territorial of the boys imo

They all are,

But Marko wins by far

What’s his is his and gods save the dumbasses who try to interfere

Besides his brothers, he can share with them

And the best way to let everyone know you’re his?

Hickeys

aalllllll over this area

The other boys are genuinely concerned you’re hurt right after you leave Marko’s nest

Marko also just likes to see your reaction

Anytime your heart rate increases

A shiver runs down your spine

Or goosebumps appear on your skin

Marko relishes in the fact he caused it

And you bet your ass he does this shit in public

Specifically when someone flirts with you

Mid sentence while you’re rejecting them

He just comes up behind you and starts marking you

Making eye contact with the idiot until they go away

He also eats them later but whatever

Another benefit he enjoys

He can hear the blood pulsing through your veins and feel your pulse

He always kisses a new hickey gently after making it

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[miragiri-haruto]

✨ Lost Boys Edit ✨

• Song: Heavy Metal Lover by (the one and only) Lady Gaga •

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Sorry for being an inconsistent poster y’all 😭

School has me busy with so many different projects so I haven’t had the time to post.

Also, don’t ask where I found the time to make this edit 🫣 totally wasn’t procrastinating again

[anna1306]

Hello,

Do you think you can right a poly!lost boys x gn reader who's deaf? Not a lot of deaf representation and I would love to see a fic. Love your work <3

I know very little about that theme, I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong, but I really hope you will enjoy this c:

Poly!Lost boys x Deaf Reader

Not gonna argue about that. That's something new for the boys.

They are used to loud and obnoxious people on the Boardwalk, who doesn't know what personal space is. Who goes out for fun, music and noise.

And there is you. Sitting in the middle of the noise without any care in the world, looking at people. You were in the centre of loud music, yet you didn't even wince when something screechy was screaming in your ears.

Paul tried to sneak up on you. But his scream at you from behind didn't work. He was getting anxious and impatient. Bending over, he looked right into your face, making you finally shiver and look at him strangely.

"Why the hell didn't you get scared?" He asked you angrily. You furrowed you brows and took... A notebook? He watched angrily, as you scribbled something in it. When you raised the page he felt dumb.

"I am deaf, can you talk slower?"

Now it all made sense. You were deaf, that's why you didn't wince from music and didn't hear his scream. Paul sighed, sitting near you. He tried to speak slower and face you so you could read his lips, but it was a challenge for him. He was too restless, too fast. So in the end...

"Tell them I am sorry that I tried to scare them, they can't read my lips." He literally dragged you to the boys. Marko laughed at you dumbfounded expression. David observed the situation from the side, while Dwayne was the quickest to understand the context.

He knew sign language a bit, so he signed "He is sorry." And pointed to Paul. You giggled, scribbling in your notebook.

"He could write it himself."

"He's dumb." Dwayne signed back, and you laughed. However hard Paul tried to pry out what he told you, Dwayne never did answer him.

They kinda adopted you to the group. Whenever they saw you at the Boardwalk, they were near you, helping you or showing you something. It was hard for them to communicate with someone who doesn't hear them, but they managed. Paul still couldn't speak slow enough for you to understand, so he always went to Dwayne. David just lied about his words.

And if we are being honest, it's easier for them with their secret. When you start hanging around them, you can't hear talks about blood, hunting and everything else. Well, if you don't look at them.

David probably the most easy-going with this. He loves quietness after living with the boys for so long. He doesn't care about your disability, it is unique for him. Even in his years he hasn't seen much of it. Plus, David can perfectly talk slowly. And while he doesn't know the sign language, in his book it's even better. You watch him so attentively and closely... Yes, he enjoys it a lot.

Dwayne is the easiest one in terms of communication. He can sign a bit, he speaks little, but slowly. And when he wants to speak to you, he always alerts you, so you could see his face. He is the one the boys are going to for the advice or for some lesson in ASL. He learned only some of it, but when he gets closer with you, he resumes his lessons. This way is even better for him. He doesn't like to talk around people and now he can just sign if he wants to without getting much attention or getting understood by others.

Paul is often frustrated. More with himself than with you, but still he is tensed up most of the times. He can't learn this ASL for the sake of his life and speaking slowly... No, he just can't do that. He has too much thoughts to talk in a calm manner. One time, when he got especially anxious about that, you just pushed yourself into him and pressed your face into his chest. You liked the vibrations of his voice in his chest, so in the end you finally found the way to calm him down. And he was eager to hug you. No matter if you hear him or not.

Marko is the only one who prefers to communicate with you in writing. He constantly drawing in your notebook, wasting your pens, pencils and paper. You collect all of his art at your house. He even crafted your notebook and upgrading it. He liked to scare you with jumping at you, but with time you learned how to guess it.

If anyone talks shit about you or giving you hard time. Even if it is slight disrespect, they are onto it. No one dares to do that. Even if you don't hear them, they do. And Paul is just tugging you to cafe, while the others "explain" grave mistake of your offenders.

They are wondering what you would be, when they turn you. Would you hear anything? Or just be very sensitive? Still they are very cautious about the truth and keep it hidden as long as they can, so they won't scare you away.

They are supportive, each in his own way. But they learn how to properly communicate with you. Because they are deeply in love with you and that means you are with them forever. Even if you don't hear that for now.

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[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The Range Rover my mother retained in the divorce was filled with little. Mom had a small trailer attached to the station wagon's rear, which contained most of our meager possessions. Mom only bothered taking a little from the marriage - just what she needed, like clothes and small possessions. 

Inside the trailer was my bicycle, amongst our other belongings. I had a driver's license, but my parents revoked my privilege when my eating disorder got out of hand. Therefore, my Schwinn bicycle was my primary method of transportation, which was a win in my eyes. I also got to burn off calories I hadn't even consumed. 

I started to remove the boxes, clearly labeled. Sam's comic box was one of the heaviest outside of my two boxes of books. During the move, I had to downsize my collection. But that was a good cleaning opportunity. It allowed me to review and evaluate every book I owned or collected. I determined if I liked the book enough to read again or if I thought that it belonged in my collection. At the end of my book cleaning, I was left with mainly classics, a few books that I read and wanted to reread, and then about six books that I didn't have a chance to read. 

Since I wasn't optimistic about the room situation, I grabbed the box of miscellaneous kitchen items. Sam tried to inch away, but I grabbed him by the collar. He yelped at a possible stretch when I dumped the box of comics into his arms. Sam huffed but followed me into the house. 

"When you put those boxes down, the empty rooms are up the stairs," Grandpa stated, momentarily breaking the conversation with Mom. I nodded to show that I heard, and Sam continued behind me, curious about the interior of the log-cabinesque home. 

"You two can pick first," Mom nodded at me. I smiled at my Mom in understanding and acknowledgment before I took my first step into the home. 

It looked how I pictured it. Dark wood, with a cabin-like appearance. There was a loft overlooking the living room but a lack of natural light. The furniture was dark and wooden, seemingly hand-hewn. If there had ever been a woman's touch in the decoration, it was lost underneath the numerous taxidermied animals and masculine furniture. 

"This is like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!" Sam complained, being overly dramatic about the house. I rolled my eyes at his dramatism and theatrics, walking over the hardwood floors to the kitchen. Thankfully, the kitchen was lighter than the main cabin and could easily be seen in the gloom of the house. I just walked through the kitchen towards the back door, where I deposited the box of kitchen supplies by the door. 

"What's wrong with this picture!" Sam's voice was louder and squeaker as he continued whining about our new home. "There's no TV! Have you seen a TV? I haven't seen a TV Aria! You know what it means when there's no TV? NO MTV!"

I didn't bother to voice a response to my brother. He was being dramatic and throwing a temper tantrum over a television set. I, for one, was glad to not have a television in the house. It would mean less distraction and more time for Sam to annoy me. Instead, I walked towards my brother, stopping momentarily and tapping on the comic book box. I raised an eyebrow, and then I walked around him. While he was distracted, I could pick a room. 

There were twenty steps leading to the second floor. When I had made it up about twelve steps, I had to stop for breath. My lungs burned, my thighs ached, and I had black dots at the edge of my vision. Not to mention the heart palpitations literally taking my breath away. I didn't want Mom or Sam to see me in this state, so when I heard footsteps and their voice coming closer, I continued my trek up the last few stairs. 

I poked my head into the rooms, finally deciding on the room that overlooked the paddock. The window allowed ample light to waft through the thin, lacy curtains. The room was big enough to be comfortable, and a bookcase was a bonus part of the wall. It was built in, which would mean less money to make the room more hospitable. 

I set the duffel bag full of clothing onto the bed. Sam ran up the stairs and tried to claim the room. I folded my arms in front of my chest and tapped my foot. Sam had to concede defeat. He chose the room that adjoined the bathroom. It was a Jack and Jill room. I rolled my eyes - Sam was utterly disgusting in the bathroom. He never cleaned, but at least we had separate rooms. 

I opened the window while Sam thundered down the stairs. I smiled, feeling the sun's rays warming my skin. Mom shouted at Sam to stop running. That's when I gathered the rest of the things from the car. 

Sam's astute awareness of my ailments meant he realized I was struggling to trek up and down the stairs. Thankfully, instead of making a scene about my weakened state, Sam brought the heavier boxes up the stairs. Once he was finished, I nodded at him in thanks. 

"Honey, did you find a room?" My mother asked, turning her gentle gaze onto me. I wished I could wear short hair like my Mom, mainly due to the sweat beading in my hairline. 

I nodded with a smile. I actually liked my new room. It was a sharp contrast to my previous room in Phoenix, but it was cozy. I had ample amount of room for my books and room for growth. I made my way up the stairs, feeling as though I might pass out by the time I reached my room. 

In case I did pass out, I shut the door. I didn't want my Mom or Sam to spy me sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. If I passed out, I knew from experience that I would wake up on my own. I sat on the bed, head between my knees, waiting for the feeling to fade. Once more stable, I stood and began removing the books from the boxes. 

"Honey," my Mom knocked on the door and peeked her head in. "I'm taking you and your brother to the boardwalk tonight. Dinner will be at 6, then we will leave around 7:30. Alright?"

I gave a nod to show I heard. Then, I continued to put my books on the shelves. I decided that it would take too long tonight to sort the books. I wanted them out of the boxes, not contained for months. Therefore, I could sort them by genre tomorrow and then alphabetize the novels.  Chapter Three

[edgelordfinalboss]

🌊OF SHARP STONES🌊

SECTION ONE: OCEAN

Chapter: Introduction//Prologue

Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Witch hunting, Witch burning, Witchcraft, Trauma and Character death.

Summary: A coven of witches living on the beach of Santa Carla have to deal with the death of their leader after a lethal witch burning that leads to the bounty hunting of both them and their romantic partners, the notorious lost boys of Santa Carla. Yet, something more terrifying lives in Santa Carla and it's the spirits of those killed by the hunting, begging for revenge.

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🎠Kimora🎠

Night has long fallen.

Upon the pier sits a gathering of birds, crying out my summons within their own strange language. The beat of their wings, silvery and onyx along with the song of their caws once had filled me with awe. Now it's only a nuisance and a reflection of my shortcomings.

A witch without her familiar is as dangerous as holding a wild viper, no protection in her craft or against those who seek to harm her. The birds call out to a familiar seeking a witch but it seems that all of them are too far from earshot.

"Maybe they're dead, Kimora." The blonde lays across my lap, his blue eyes tinted with flecks of gold. "Or deaf."

"Don't speak of misfortune." I'm quick to hush him. "Paul, you know what happens when a witch loses her familiar or worse, never finds them."

"Maybe you have found them." Paul reaches for my hand, his bracelets shimmering and clinking against mine.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Star has David. She lost her familiar but with him, she seems quite fine." Our hands intertwine, the cold of his fingers becoming less bothersome with the passing of months. They cling on to the warmth of a recent feeding, but it's quickly passing, leaving the warm tone of his skin to pale to his unique silvery gleam.

"But she's not. You can't be my familiar, Paul. That doesn't even sound right." I lean back and listen to the magic below, the blue and turquoise waves crashing on the shore of the beach. It sounds much like electric currents, shifting through the waves, up and under the crash in the way that fish do.

"Oh, am I far too lame, not magical enough?" The dramatic part of him itches to push at my core but I can barely hinder my laugh, the true me that all the harsh training and shadow work could never bury away for good.

"No way."

"Then what is it?" Lifting himself, he throws his head back to slap me in the face with his golden hair. His beads and bangles chime softly, even the hook of sapphire stone and vibrant sea glass I hooked in his hair creates their own song.

"You don't understand witches. Our familiars can't be humans."

"You talk about witches like you're some kinda secret club, much like us vampires but witches always have to be superior, you can't sit with us types." Paul jokes around. "Well, I'm not human."

"Familiars have to be ancient spirits in the form of animals," I say, pretending to be tired of going back and forth with him. "Not human, not vampire, not werewolf, not witch."

"I know." His breaths slow. "But what about us? When that animal comes, cat, dog, or whatever you'll have less time for me. Less time for our jukebox dinners, less time to play records or shred a guitar with me. I'm scared that I'm gonna lose you."

Paul has always been the small feeling of warmth that lasts in my heart through the lonely nights, the reason I would sneak away from the coven's beach house at twilight. When I had first met him I was far different, plump with pecan tan skin and a hunger for familiarity, a hunger for the snow-capped mountains and the endless wildness of home.

Now my muscles have formed from straining the magic within my blood, dancing with it, and burning my skin under the scorching Santa Carla sun. My body, one I was unhappy in had grown consistent in muscle mass, yet, still, I've found no peace in my self-perception. Paul was a force to be reckoned with on his own but still, somehow he'd remained playful and carefree.

It was what drew me to him amongst other listable things, of course.

He was the cool water on the scorching sand.

"Do you really think a familiar will change things?" I lift my hand to his face, cupping his cheek.

"You'll be doing much more magic." He whispers. "You and the coven might disband."

"Never."

"Star left the coven and joined us." He looks off in the distance as a ship rings its bell across the waves. The chime echoes in my head, ringing as I try not to get lost in my thoughts.

"She lost her familiar. It was no way that we could convince her that she was still one of us. She was also terrified of her family's judgment." I hold his hand tight.

We both sit in silence as the ship passes below us, heading towards the boardwalk. Leaning against his shoulder, I wonder if he truly believes it. Lines of bright gold lights up a clear path through the ocean as the blue and white hunk of metal slices through the waves.

"And you know how much Darla loves Marko and Dwayne has the hots for Angel."

"Yeah."

"Your uncontrollable powers and my hunger for blood." He chuckles. "We make one deadly duo."

"And none of us will age." I say. "We'll always be young."

I stand up, called to the trees by something that rings through my blood like the bells of the ships docked. I know it isn't that though because this sound is far too strong. It isn't tangible or has a source I can pinpoint. Though, it's personal.

Paul stands with me, the metal decor of his jacket jingling softly as we leave the wooden pier and head toward the beach. He silently follows close, not questioning my reasoning as he used to. It's our ever-growing trust combined with the little things that my magic has found that keep him from stopping me. Antiques and small trinkets, sometimes trespassers on witchland that made him a nice blood snack, and another picture on the missing board.

The lights of the ferris wheel and the millions of attractions splayed out across the boardwalk catch my eye but the feelings running strong through my veins keep me on my path, strengthening it so that if I wanted to break away from it, my attempts would be in vain.

The wood of the pier disappears into metal gates, chain link fences, and sand as we cross the threshold, the waters fading into golden sand stretches and shrubs. The salty smell of the water fills my nostrils, a smell that took nearly six months to get used to.

My eyes stay on the trees swaying in the wind, the shadows that dance on the forest floor through the space where light pierces through the veil of darkness. The birds on the pier, the servants of the witches lift and fade into the night as flashes of black.

Maybe it's my familiar. I doubt it though.

My feet don't stop as Paul steps to my side, his eyes filled with worry and a silent plea to turn around. It's unclear if he can sense that something is wrong. If even the vampire feels the stillness in the air, I know I should note.

The tree branches poke into my sides as I slap them away, moving farther and farther through the forest. They leave scars on my face, drawing blood as the pines reach out. The ground thins but my feet are dragged along by a sensation burning through my body, seeping into every part of my being. The sweet smell of pine hangs on the leaves, getting stronger with each step.

"No!" I fall to my knees as the earth slants downward, leaving me without a foothold as Paul does the same. Shocked, even he's not fast enough to hold us both up as we plummet down into the earth's pore.

Through the crashing and thrashing, nothing holds me. With every rock that my feet touch, they simply fall with me and the awkwardly twisting branches snap.

I dislodge pieces of the earth as I grapple at stones, slippery with what feels like ocean mist. My feet kick up stones and gravel as I fall. Paul calls me as he half floats, half falls through the space.

"Blood!"

Halfway through calling me, he stops.

With one last slam into the earth, it all gives away and I hit the ground with no warning. Pines cones and needles lay under my back with the occasional stone ripping into my skin.

The sky hangs above dotted with thousands of blinking stars, twisting and twirling in the night sky. They fall around the moon as if in mourning, a sign that had only happened during the final witch trials, the symbol that marked the last burning, never happening before or again in history.

Crunching on the leaves breaks my eyes away from the sky, the panic of Paul reminding me that this isn't some weird dream. That this is real and my blood, the life of me led me here.

"Kimmy." His hands find my face.

I look up and see his fangs and the tremble of his body, the attempt to keep himself from vamping out.

"What?" I lift my eyes to the circle of sticks that surround me against the trees, each stick only a few feet away from the other in the clearing with charred lumps attached to them with the smell of magic and blood in the air. I can barely make out what they are, but like some ancient connection that ignites the primal fear of all witches, I scream loud and guttural.

I gasp, dragging myself up despite the pain in my back and arms. My feet threaten to drag me back down as Paul fights against his hunger and true nature.

"No. No. No!" I scream to the poles, to the bones that remain, and the blood that seeps from the pine wood to the earth. Small crosses litter the earth, poking up from the litter of dried-out pine needles.

My magic threatens to burst from my veins and set the entirety of Santa Carla's forest ablaze but Paul's grip on me keeps me restrained. Not that could but I would do anything to calm my anger and fear.

The memories of this place go straight to my head with a hazy fog as I touch a torn piece of fabric from a frilly young witch's blouse that hangs on the splinters of the partially burnt pole.

The scene comes to me. It smells of sage and warm cinnamon pies, the dinners of the witches of the bluff, a coven far from the boardwalk but within walking distance of the beach. They had always been rather kind but different from my coven.

The witches of the bluff were far more open with magic as the sight of tarot cards, wands, crystal balls, and herbs come to mind, attractions to bring in humans, to make money.

The scene shifts to darkness, of the blue-tinted sky of the evening shifting into the night, of the first stars blinking around the moon. They're alive.

Screams come next and magic, oh, glorious magic. Gold and pink, cobalt and deep green as men dressed in black march with each witch carried and dragged with rope, their powers subdued with flames upon wooden sticks wrapped with cloth.

A young hippie witch, much younger than me, dressed in pink falls to the ground as a man pulls on her ropes with a cruel laugh that boils my blood. Pieces of sleeves rip as she fights against a pole, her magic, a flash of bright yellow flares from her palm so bright that the man who holds her rope shrieks.

She's so ferocious and strong but in the face of hatred, in the face of terrified men, she's nothing but a weak attempt.

I gasp, my lungs burning as life returns to me and the past fades away. The witches are no longer fighting for the last bits of life. They're long gone, burnt corpses above us like angels of death.

Paul holds me tight, suppressing his hunger. His claws dig into my skin as I linger at the foot of a pole.

My head twirls again and I hear her voice. The voice of our High Priestess calling in my head, her cries strained by sobs and gasps for air. Between her screams for help is the sound of leaves crunching as something heavy drags across the earth.

Her life flashes away like smoke, the scene of ropes binding her hands as magic the color of fire spills from her fingers as she tried to do what was right fades.

I know her intentions as if they're my own. She gave her life as the ropes of death snatched her noble existence away in little more than a few seconds. Now our coven is without a leader. Without a teacher, without a figure to keep us strong.

She's dead, snatched away from my coven when I should have been right at her side, even if that meant death.

And I'm without a glimpse of the faces and the bloody hands that took her away from me.

[therescues]

Become one of us…

Based on the 1987 classic Warner Bros. film, The Lost Boys- A New Musical will be directed by Michael Arden with music and lyrics by The Rescues and book by David Hornsby & Chris Hoch.

Produced by James Carpinello, Marcus Chait, and Patrick Wilson.

[defenestrationtactics]

this is the gayest thing i have ever seen in a comic book omg why can’t they release another please i need more lost boys comics 

[screamingheads]

For all my followers who have been reading my fics on Ao3, I’m sorry I have been MIA, but the past few months (see: year) has been tough for me.

Not only has my computer crashed and I’m in dire need of a new one, but my dad passed away on the 26th of October. Once again, I’m sorry I haven’t updated any of my stories, but not to fear, I will be getting a new hard drive/computer soon! I will be updating my Lost Boys fics as well as my OFMD fics!

I’m now getting into The Boys and The Sandman series, so be expecting some new fics for those fandoms as well, my friends.

Stay saucy,

Danny 💚

Ao3: L_O_S_T

[shesgotthesuninhereyes]

I have created a series and ordered eleven all of my Stardust ( The Lost Boys Fanfiction) pieces into a semi-chronological ‘story’ starting with human Star’s falling into beautiful Hell. Click through and check it out, tell me what you think, pretty pleaseee.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lost Boys (Movies), The Lost Boys 1987 - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David/Star (Lost Boys) Characters: David (Lost Boys), Star (Lost Boys), Marko (Lost Boys), Paul (Lost Boys), Dwayne (Lost Boys) Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drinking, Smoking, Mind Control Series: Part 1 of Stardust Summary:

Human Star takes a trip.

*Blurb in the Stardust universe

[191bunny]

what we needed a snack 😋

[thelostboyspics]

David

[gothamslostboy]

When David is in a really good mood his fangs naturally stick out a bit

[sugarlove-01]

The Cruelty Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

9:15 in the Morning

“Hey, dad. Can we get a dog? Well, can we get a puppy?” I asked, as I sat in kitchen, playing with my hair.

            My father listening to the radio, with his newspaper on the counter. His loose black and green tie around his neck, giving me the notice that he was getting ready for work. His black shiny shoes, and his glasses hung on his jacket. He shook his head with a smile to my sudden question.

“A dog, sweety? What for?” he chuckled, rinsing a few pans in the sink. Looking totally oblivious.

“What do you mean what for? For… I don’t know.”

“Just for fun? For companionship? To spend a lot of money for a slobbering beast?”

“No, it’s the first option. For fun! It’ll be my first pet ever! And plus we have this new house and all. It‘ll be a huge new start for us.”

“I don’t know. What kind of dog? Retriever?”

“Don’t know, yet. Um, yesterday I saw a flier. There’s a shelter, and there’s a lot up for adoption.”

“Still not sure,” was his reply.

“What happens of I ask mom?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll hear the same thing, sweetheart.”

            Right then my mother came in with a flower pot in her hands. Of course she was planting a garden already. It symbolized that this was a new start, and we had to plant the roots around it. Claiming this place as ours, a new home. We did this every time we moved, if we had a backyard. My mother had a green thumb. Anything she’d put in the ground, it would grow. And anything my father touched seemed to…do the opposite. And she teased him for that.

“Guess what, hon? Our baby girl wants a puppy…” my father chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh! I think a dog in this family would be nice!” my mother beamed, putting the flower pot at the window.

“What? I thought you were going to be on my side. We don‘t need a dog! We didn‘t have a dog last time.”

“You don’t want a puppy? I think a puppy is a great idea!” exclaimed my mom dusting off the flower pot.

“Great! How bout me and mom go to the shelter today? They‘re giving them up for adoption!” I smiled.

“We don’t even have the supplies to take care of a dog. And do you know how much work a puppy is…?” my father put the dishes away.

“That’s ok. Remember me and mom can shop?” I teased him,” And anyway, you know I can take care of a dog!”

“Yea, we can both go downtown and look for a doggy bed, food, toys, brushes and washing supplies. A leash and a collar.”

“Yea! And the vote’s 2 to 1, so we win…! Ha!” I smiled. Mom stood beside me with her purse in hand. 

            My dad sighed, and smiled. Maybe he agreed or not.

“Ok, ok…go get a puppy, sweety…”

            So my mother and I went downtown, and it was perfectly sunny. Many people wore shorts and sunglasses, carrying plastic bags and beach balls. It was a perfect day to be at the beach, as some people carried blue coolers. Sometimes my mom asked me what I was going to name the puppy, and nothing came up yet. She was thinking Sergeant Fuzzy Boots.

            My mother made a list of supplies needed for a puppy. I wrote some things down myself. I pushed the shopping cart in the little market, as she gathered squeaky toys. She looked at the price tags, while I was thinking about a few names. Human names and pet names. We limited ourselves to a price range, to save money for a doggy bed and maybe a collar.

            We went further down the aisle and came to the leashes. They were differently colored, which made it the more fun to pick out. Made of rope or chains, of different sizes. My mother thought it would be nice that I’d choose the color, so I picked up a purple leash. Looked like the perfect size. It also looked like a leash the puppy couldn’t chew through.

            My mother and I soon separated. She went to go get the food, while I went to go get the clippers and brushes and the bowl. By the time I got everything, my arms were full. Then we met up again. I pushed the shopping cart to the cashier, with my mother who picked up a few magazines and a Pepsi. The toys were paid and done for. As well for the leash.

“Ok, the only thing we’re missing is…the collar. But we have the full body leash, that‘ll be ok for now. But I still want the collar.”

“Yea, mom, I looked everywhere in the market. I didn’t see any and I asked an employee and he said they ran out.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure we can wait on the collar…”

“Or, I can go to the carnival or the Boardwalk and try and look for a collar tonight. There’s a lot of shops there.”

“I don’t want you to go alone. Is Tom working tonight?”

“Yea, he told me he’s working tonight. He said I could come over and chat for awhile. And then he’s off near 8:00...”

“Ok, you can go. Just as long as Tom’s there... Alrighty then! Ready to go the shelter, now?”

“Yes!”

“So what time is it? What time are we getting our first puppy?”

“Ok…it’s 12:35 on June 14th…! My first puppy!” I smiled.

            The shelter was old, and smelled like soap and fur. The woman at the desk was happy that we came in. She said that not enough people come in anymore, even though there was great puppies and dogs here. So, she took us inside.

            The dogs yelped and barked. Pawing the cage doors, running in circles, with their tongues out. My mother marveled at this little Chihuahua with huge black eyes, a disproportionaly large head, and its little paws and tiny tail.

            For a long time we walked around the shelter. Even looking at cats. The woman talked to us about adoption and we asked her questions about vets and health that we needed to watch out for. So we walked and walked and walked.

            Every once in awhile, my mother would look at little white puppies that almost crawled all over her. The woman dressed in green and black worker clothes opened cages to let loose the puppies and kitties. My mother loved them all.

            She cooed at them, while I looked at this other puppy with white puffy fur and big black eyes. But I continued to walk. Finally after walking a small round, I came to a small peculiar puppy. It was black and brown, with black eyes.

            The woman told me that they found this puppy in their garbage right outside their door, and took him in. Apparently the poor thing almost starved to death. But it was ok now. My mom took a look at it, and kept hugging it to death.

            The woman said that they couldn’t truly identify it’s breed, but the puppy was a total sweetheart. Its teeth were fine and had no tics or fleas. The little angel puppy had its wash just yesterday, and so I agreed. I had chosen my puppy.

            So my mother put the puppy in my arms, started the engine and drove back home. We wanted to show my dad the good news. If he saw it as good news. But we both knew he wanted a puppy in the house too. He just denied it.

            Soon I wanted to go to Tom’s work and show him my little furry surprise. Maybe he could help me figure out a name for my new baby. He would be surprised, and it was good because he wasn’t allergic to animals or anything. It would be fun.

“Aww! Would you look at this thing!? It keeps trying to lick you and all! Like its trying to suck up or something,” I said, as the puppy licked my chin.

“I know! …Gah! I can’t help myself! I just want to hug it until I scream!” My mother hugged my puppy.

            It was a rather large puppy, but really young. It looked like a retriever and a husky. But it had soft fur, floppy ears, and really large paws. Then my dad came in. He actually looked surprised to see the cute little thing in my arms.

“Isn’t it cute dad!?” I squealed.

“Yes. Yes. Yes… It makes you wanna vomit from all the cuteness…” he joked, and laughed.

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know you love it!” my mom said, hitting his arm.

“What time is it?“ I asked.

“It’s…5:30. Why?” my mom looked at her watch.

“I’m going over to Tom’s place! He’s working, so it’s a perfect opportunity! And I want to walk this little guy!”

“Ok… Just be careful. Tell Tom we said hello…”

“I will…!”

            So unlocking the chain to my bike, I began to peddle off. I held the leash as I held onto the bike handle. I passed Tom’s house and went down the street. My puppy at my side. We went to the Boardwalk. But this time, it felt different. Since I had my puppy with me, I didn’t feel so alone anymore. So I found Tom’s hotdog stand, and he still had no customers. His red and white worker clothes made him look like a dork. I smiled as I came up.

“Hello Tom!”

“Oh! ’Ey! How are you? Hey…you‘re lookin’ bright today. What‘s up?”

“You’ll never guess what I got!”

“A car?” he smiled.

“No…!”

“A life!?” he joked.

“No…!” I laughed.

“A job?”

“No…!”

“I don’t know…! Tell me.”

“Look down at my feet…!” I smiled.

            Tom leaned over the counter and looked at my shoes. But then he saw the leash in my hand, and saw the little puppy that sniffed at the ground for something. At first, he froze.

“Oh wow! Hey little guy! What’s its name?”

“Well that’s the reason I came down here. I was wondering if you could help me figure out a name for it.”

“Ok! That’s cool. And is it a boy or girl?”

“It’s a boy.”

“Ok, I get a break in about an hour. How bout we talk about it then?”

“Alright, cool. I’ll be back. I need to go look for a collar for it anyway…”

            Tom smiled and I went my own way. I looked at my watch, and it was 6:30. I had enough time to kill before 8:00. I walked and looked around, and then found a shop for collars. They had spiked collars, leather collars, light-up collars, and collars that had little charms on it.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:15 in the Evening

“Where the hell did ‘ey go? Huh? Run off already? Where’s the little Laddie?”

“I don‘t know. I don‘t know... Look, man, everyone’s out tonight.”

“Ah! Whatever. Anyway, where’s the fire tonight boys?”

“Whose hungry!?”

            The boys were all out of the cave. Star and Laddie went their own way. They always separate from them, right when the sun goes down. Shit, maybe it’s because their embarrassed. Or they hate them.

“Who knows where ‘ey go! Alright? Let’s just leave it!”

            Paul shoved Dwayne.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Get outta the way, dude!”

“Whoa man! Watch it! Hahahaha! Hey!” Marko shoved Paul.

“Gonna bring you down, son!”

“Shut up! All of you! Star and Laddie are gone. So what!”

            The hell with them, then. Paul and Marko were laughing their heads off, seeming to run eachother over. Poking at eachother. Dwayne was spinning around on his bike, spitting sand.

“Where’s the action man! Hey, David! David!”

“Shut up! Go separate ways! Go find her!”

            Paul and Marko laughed, tipping their heads. David lowered his head, looking angry.

“Hahahaha! ’Ey, let her go, man! Let’s just go hang out!”

“What the hell, I said go find her. On foot!”

“Whoa… Hit a nerve? A’right. A’right. We’re goin. Chill out…”

“Let’s go boys… and if you do find her, just bring her back.”

            They waved and left. They pushed and shoved past people. Their wild suitable ways were normal as usual. They’d snicker at people and feel power over people. Like a couple of gods walking around peasants. Marko was already flirting with some chick infront of her boyfriend.

“Hey there sweety…!” Paul smiled.

“Hey back off man,” her boyfriend said.

“Naw, you back off! Get off me, man!” Paul shoved the man’s hands off his shirt.

“Get off, man! Get off!”

“What did you expect man? Your girlfriends hot!“ Paul laughed.

            David shoved between his brothers, and the girl pleaded to her boyfriend that they would just go somewhere else. David smacked Paul across the head and pushed Marko back.

“Shut up guys! Go to the damn carnival and look!” David yanked them back and forth.

“Ya heard David, guys! Look! Don’t want another embarrassing scene.”

“We’re just foolin’ David! Just foolin’ around, man!”

            Paul raised his hands up in defense.

“I don’t care. Go!”

            The boys finally went. Going separate ways and looking for Star and Laddie. David went to check the concert, but she wasn’t there. He tried the Boardwalk, and she wasn’t there. There was something about that woman that David purely hated. He wanted to fly over and look for her. Maybe tell her who’s in charge here, and slap her in the face and make sure that it burns.

“Where the hell are you?” David muttered to himself.

            The air was smoky, and he caught onto her scent for a minute. But then it was gone. David wanted to make sure that Star wasn’t doing anything stupid. He only looked for her because she had Laddie with her. It was for the sake of Paul, Dwayne, and Marko. They missed the little guy.

“Where the hell is she!?” David growled at himself.

            All night he looked, and she was nowhere to be found. Max is gonna have a bitch-fit when he finds out. So the boys gave up. It was so early in the evening. They would have all night to have fun. They didn’t want to waste their time looking for her.

            But he was no mood to be with the rest of the boys. While he was separated from the boys now, he wanted to go look for her. That girl. He hoped that she was out and about. But first David had to check the hotdog stand. And she was there. But the first thing that caught his eye was the leash in her hand.

            David looked down and saw a puppy. That was definitely new. It was black and brown and sniffed at the ground. He looked at people and looked so excited. His tail wagged, with its ears perking up at every sound, his tongue hanging out.

            David knew that the little mutt would be trouble in the future. It seemed she bought her own security alarm for her house. David had no idea why on earth she would get a puppy, but…whatever she wanted.

            David kept his distance, and listened to their conversation. She hadn’t named the animal yet, and needed Tom’s help. In an hour, he would be on break and they would talk more. David saw how Tom smiled at her, and his grey eyes gleamed. But the girl seemed to be totally unaware that her neighbor liked her. Then she left the hotdog stand and walked towards the shops along the Boardwalk. Right when she left him, David followed right behind her.

            He was right behind her. As she walked, her hair brushed along his face, tickling him almost. And then…once more he traced a finger down her green jacket. He put a cigarette behind his ear, and put away the lighter in his pocket. The things he bought from the gas station. His finger stayed on her back for awhile, then he withdrew. All the while he did, she never noticed at all. The puppy looked at him, and seemed to be scared of him. The little mutt growled at him.

            She went inside the shop and looked at the collars all on display. It was for the little mongrel. David followed her in. She looked at the collars and the price tags. Her little animal scratched at everything and sniffed, but still looked at him with those eyes. The little mutt knew that he was dangerous, and began to snarl. The girl tried to hush the poor thing, and carried it instead. Rock and roll music played in the speakers. But it didn’t cover up the dogs growls.

            David would kick it if he had the chance. Just to make it shut the hell up. There was 4 aisles in the whole shop, and she was in the 2nd aisle. While David walked in the 3rd aisle, looking at her through the small openings in the shelves. Sometimes, she’d stop look at something, and walk. Sometimes, she’d face him entirely and he would look at her face. David walked more. His thoughts, unclean. And his intentions, evil. And she wouldn’t know.

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“ you know me better than anyone. you always have.” and “you have no idea how much I love you”

You didn't specify with whom I should write, so I used the randomizer and got Poly!Lost Boys. If you want someone else, I would write it

Prompts here

Distance

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader

You were friends with the boys for over a year. You met them at the Boardwalk, slowly gathered their attention and paved your way to their hearts. They didn't kill you and moreso, told you their secret in half a year. So it was a huge win for you.

You were friends. Nothing more. Just normal, usual friends. You hung out together, rode ferris wheel, went to cafe, got into fights. You accepted them as they were and even if David asked you to change, you didn't. For the time being. You were content with being human. They had to except in eventually, but rather than that - everything was perfect.

David was the centre of the group, of course. He set the tone for the night, and you went to him first if you had to warn the guys about you leaving early or not coming in couple of days. Dwayne was great listener and protector, if you had some problems or too much emotions, you went to him. Paul was the best person for chasing the pestering suitors away from you, he was handsy and flirty. Marko was the best if you wanted to just have fun and not think about anything in the world.

And you returned the favour. If David wanted to talk with someone other than boys - he could talk to you, and you ofter argued with him, knowing he liked some confrontation. Dwayne always shared his opinions on the books and movies with you, finding a little bit of peace in you. Paul could vent to you, as you nodded and even listened sometimes to his meaningless mumbling. And Marko could always count on you, when he needed to be comforted or heard.

You were good friends. They had become your best friends. You had no one else that you trusted as much as them.

And then you fell for them.

It dawned on you suddenly, in the middle of the night of you hanging with them in the cave. Dwayne was in the middle of the chase that was taking place. Marko was running after Paul, while Dwayne sat in the middle of it all, and David sat near you, watching it.

"I am still surprised they lived to that day." He whispered to you with a smirk. You nudged his shoulder.

"Give them some credit, it takes a lot of luck to survive with one braincell." You whispered back, making David smile.

"Hey, we hear you, lovebirds!" Paul threw some magazine in your direction. David caught it and stood from his place, making the blonde shriek and try to get away. You smiled, watching as David join the game of chasing as well.

You stayed in your spot, thinking about how you wanted this moment to never end. You felt free in this place. You felt as yourself with them. You felt at peace with your thoughts. It was amazing. It was as if you were...

The sudden thought made you shiver. There was no way you were in love with them. There were four of them. More so they were friends. No, maybe you just... Felt sympathy towards one of them, and that's it!

But... They all were close to you. Close to each other. You couldn't think of being close to one and not to others... Shit, you were done.

"You good?" Dwayne near you made you shiver and jump. You didn't even notice how he came up to you. He raised an eyebrow to this, already sitting near you. You shifted a bit and forced a smile.

"Yeah, totally, I'm fine! Just... Had enough, I think." You moved your bottle of beer away and looked at the boys. You hoped you looked normal and not suspicious at all. They believed you. For now.

You tried to shun away these feelings. They should have been foreign for you. They were dangerous. You all were friends and being in love with four of your friends was wrong.

But the more you hung out with them, the more you noticed how your eyes followed Marko with worry when he was starting another fight. How your heart clenched in your chest, when Paul flirted with someone. How you listened so eagerly to every word Dwayne said to you. And how you lingered behind David on his bike, wishing for the moment to last longer.

So because of your inability to contain your own feelings, you started to distance yourself from them. Maybe, if you would spend some time not with them, but alone or with another friends, it would be easier to forget?

"I found part-time job, sorry, can't ride with you." You didn't even lie, you did find a job, so you couldn't always hang out with them.

"Oh, I talked with my friend about going to the cinema, I completely forgot about it." You... Almost didn't lie, you just stayed at home alone and watched some movie, rather than spend the night with these four nice, beautiful, hot... Not again.

"I don't feel so good." Yeah, about yourself, because how could you fell for your four friends and expect something in return?

"I forgot and fell asleep." You were sleepless, but not always, so... Another half-lie.

And tons and tons more of excuses. You still spent time with them, but tried to limit it to the point where you wouldn't think of them again as of "love material".

All was for nothing. They still lived in your thoughts 24/7

***

"There is definitely something going on!" Marko exclaimed, too nervous to speak in a normal tone of voice.

"You nerves aren't helping!" Paul exclaimed in response, laying on the couch. Dwayne looked at David, who glanced back at him.

"Maybe they are busy..." The brunette tried.

"Yeah, right, when was this a problem for them?" Paul scoffed, looking at Dwayne. The latter sighed.

"I am trying to be rational." He shook his head. They all were nervous, but you never lied to them. What was going on now? They should have trusted you, but your behaviour was getting really strange.

"What if they are in danger? Maybe some hunters made them stay away?" Marko stopped in his pacing and looked frantically between all of the guys. David rubbed his forehead with a finger.

"Hunters would make themselves known already, it's not them." He threw the cigarette to the barrel and stood from his place. "But you are right. They are strange."

"Can we go to them?" Marko looked at David pleadingly. He nodded.

"Bikes. They got lively neighborhood." He added. Dwayne sighed, moving after the guys to the bikes. He was nervous, of course, but he let you have your time and space. He had the common sense and understood that you wouldn't willingly like the ones that stalked you.

You didn't know they were going to visit you. You just sat in your living room, trying to concentrate on a book you were trying to finish in the last month. It was going really hard. You were so entranced in reading that you didn't even hear the bikes.

Knock on the front door made you jump on your couch, and you furrowed brows. You didn't order anything, so why were there someone at your door? You carefully put the book on the couch and went to the front door. Knocking repeat themselves couple of times and you heard some whispers behind your door.

"I know they are behind it... Shush, you bughead!" You stopped before the door, not understanding who or why was there.

"Who's there?" You asked, not going too closely to the door.

"Kitten, it's us." Shit. It was David's voice. And whispers probably belonged to Marko. You sighed. Calm thoughts, clear mind and no shyness or anything like that. You opened the door and smiled a bit tensed.

"Hey! Didn't expect to see you guys here. I thought you are on the Boardwalk tonight."

"And you are lively for someone that doesn't feel good." David responded, entering your house right past you. Right, you forgot what you had told them this time.

"Oh, I... I felt better, thought a little sleep will help, you know?" You smiled awkwardly, returning to the couch and closing the book now. It felt a lot different - be in the cave or be here, in your place with them. It was too... Personal in some way.

"Baby, you know we know when you are lying, right?" Paul plopped on your couch, looking at you expectantly. You giggled nervously.

"What?"

"You've been avoiding us." David said seriously. He definitely didn't beat around the bushes and you were a bit taken aback by his bluntness. Of course they would notice, it would be silly of you to think that they wouldn't. Though... They didn't notice you crush on them. Thankfully. Your head already started to hurt.

"Uhm... I think you are imagining things. I've been just busy lately, I'm not lying." You shook your head. Marko suddenly appeared in front of you, pushing you on the couch, and sat on your lap.

"We are not! You are always sick or busy nowadays. It's like one day in eternity..."

"In a week or two." Dwayne corrected him.

"In eternity!" Marko insisted. "When you hang out with us. What is going on? Is someone threatening you? Or telling you bad things? One word, doll, and we..."

"Hey, wow, relax, hero-bat." You snickered and blushed from how close he was to you. "There is nothing wrong with me. I'm just busy, and because of my new work I don't feel so good most of the times."

"Lies." David looked at you seriously. "We know when you are lying." He was adamant to get you to admit to your lies, it seemed. And you were fixated on not telling them the truth.

"Are you leaving the town? And trying to noble save us from the pain of separation?" You looked at Paul, who was at your side, dramatically whining. It was psychological attack, it should have been.

"What... No, have you smoked today?"

"Don't lie and don't be soft, baby! I am a grown adult, I can take it." Paul suddenly looked at you with wide eyes, as if understanding something new for him. You cautiously moved a bit away.

"What's with the look?.."

"Are you dying?" You were dumbfounded. Paul's mind jumped from one conclusion to another very quickly, and you weren't fast enough to keep up with him. "If you are dying and want to leave us, tell me right now. I promise..." He sobbed. "I will take it well."

"I'm not dying!"

"Yes you are! You are strange, you are distant, you always have some poor excuses! You are going to diiiiie." He whined fully volume-on. You were surprised and taken aback by this outburst, but still pulled him to you as much as you could with Marko on your lap and hugged him.

"I am not dying, Paul. Nor I am leaving Santa-Carla. Please, calm down."

"You promise?" He looked at you with sad puppy eyes. You shook your head with a heavy sigh. This boy was full of emotions.

"I promise." You sighed and smiled a bit when he hugged you back. He was much older than you, he was dangerous creature of the night, who kills people. And he was hugging you like it was your last hug in forever. He was like big baby sometimes. "You are so cute. All of you. No one has ever worried about me like you do. You have no idea how much I love you all."

"Really?" You nodded at Paul's mumbling absent-mindedly, not understanding what you had just said. "Finally!"

"Wait, what... Oh shit." You closed your eyes, the realisation of what you had just said hitting you with full force. You shifted, trying to move away from Paul and Marko, but the taller one was still hugging you and the other one sat on you. No chance of escaping.

"That doesn't explain why they hide away from us, Paul, don't be cocky about your plan working." Marko pushed him in the shoulder.

"Plan? What?" You were dumbfounded. They didn't pay attention to your confession at all. And you were so nervous about it! You breath got caught up in your throat, and your head was hurting more and more.

"Don't get off the theme." David came closer to you, standing right behind Marko and not going anywhere. "Why did you avoid us?"

"Can you stop for a moment!" You exclaimed, visibly shaken by everything that was going on. You just spilled the beans about your crush on them, but they acted like nothing happened. They still pressured you to tell them non-existent reason for your absence. And didn't let go of you. They just pushed and pushed You closed your eyes and tried to huddle.

"Get off." Dwayne's voice sounded closely, but not so much like Marko's or Paul's. Suddenly the weight from your lap disappeared, and Paul went away from your side. "Y/N? Princex, look at me, please." He didn't touch you, but was close, according to the sound.

You shook your head. You were too much in your own head to think clearly, your thoughts intertwined and mixed with each other. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You breathed heavily and couldn't imagine to face them all now or ever.

"Princex, we are not going to hurt you. Look at me, please." He repeated quietly and patiently You sighed and opened your eyes. Dwayne was sitting in front of you on his knees. David lingered somewhere behind him, while the crazy duo was gone from your view. "There you go. You are safe."

"I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Too much, I know. Just breathe. I am not pushing you. Do you need water? Something else?" You shook your head. "Alright. Then just breathe for me. And when you are ready, we are gonna talk." He sent somewhat stern stare at something behind your back. Probably at Marko and Paul.

It took you couple minutes to even your breath and calm yourself down completely. Dwayne was patiently sitting in front of you, not moving. You looked up at him. He noticed it and smiled a bit.

"You're okay, princex?" You nodded slowly. "Good. Now let's get one thing out of the way. Are you in danger?"

"No, not at all, no danger." You answered quietly. Dwayne nodded.

"Did something happen in your life that takes away all of your time? Do you need any help?"

"No, everything's fine." You breathed out. You looked at him and then glanced at David. "How are you so calm about it?"

"About what?" Dwayne asked quietly. You blushed again and lowered your head, thinking of the ways to explain your feelings.

"I think I got it." David said and suddenly his voice sounded very loudly for the room, making you shiver. "You are so worried because of your feelings towards us? More than friends' feelings?" You pursed your lips together and nodded unsurely. You immediately heard a groan from behind you.

"Really?! That was all there was?!" Paul exclaimed. You felt your heart sped up again. There comes the part where they tell you how disgusted and disappointed they are in you. Dwayne quickly got you out of your thoughts, taking your hands in his.

"Are you afraid we... Reject you?"

"What else your reaction would be?!" You scoffed. "There are four of you and that is not normal to fall for several people!"

"We are not technically people..." Paul noticed.

"But still! It's not normal and you can't all like me back, not four of you and I can't choose, so the best option is to distance myself from you and forget about it." You tried to sound reasonable and make them understand your point of view. But they were more... Surprised to hear that?

"That was all it was about?" David sighed like he was relieved and tired at the same time. How he made his sigh have undertones - was beyond your understanding. "We aren't people. And normal doesn't apply to us." You furrowed your brows, trying so hard to understand him. "We kill people, live together and ruin every social rule there is, kitten." David stepped to you, continuing his mini-speech. "You really think that polyamory is a no-no for us? We are over hundred years old, minus Paul, he is fifty with something, but the thing is... We tried everything."

"Almost everything." Dwayne corrected him. David didn't even pay attention to him.

"It doesn't matter now. My point is that you can't shun away four vampires, who are in love with you by your affection towards us." David calmly explained. You looked between him and Dwayne with expression of surprise and little hope, not daring to turn around to look at the blondes - they would definitely take it as an invitation.

"In love?!" You were shocked to hear that, but didn't move. Suddenly you were hugged by Marko from behind.

"Very much so, doll." He giggled, kissing you on the cheek.

"You know us better than anyone from outside our coven. You always have. And you didn't notice it?" Dwayne asked with a soft smile. He didn't mean to embarrass you, yet you still felt silly for not understanding it earlier.

"No... You never acted like it." You mumbled.

"You kidding me?! We brought you food, we protected you, we hung out with you, I personally flirted with you several times!" Paul exclaimed, pacing the space behind your couch back and forth.

"To be honest, you speak like that with everyone." You retorted, making Marko giggle. David stepped closer to you, making Dwayne move away. He stretched out his hand to you.

"The night is young. Let's go for a ride. And we can talk about everything." He offered. You thought only for a brief moment. You trusted them, you wanted to see them happy and not nervous. No one had ever worried about you to this extent. And... If they thought your feelings were valid and accepted them, then... Why not try?

You took his hand, knowing that you shouldn't worry about anything now. At all.

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Masterlist

Started January 2024

Updated April 2024 CSI -Las Vegas

Imagines

Stalker

The Lost Boys 1987

Blurbs Imagines Miscellaneous Series Poly! Lost Boys X Emerson Sister The Promise Warning: This story will deal with abuse, mentioning of an ED, and touching on being taken advantage of by a boyfriend. I don't go like to go into too much detail, but it's going to be a recovery story with the guys. How they would treat their mate - how their mate is "special" above all other humans. Also a different take on how mated relationships work. I've read a lot about relationships with the guys, but I haven't seen one like this. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen

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"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."

- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)

Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.