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[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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[bpdier]

₍˄. ̫.˄₎ — BEFORE YOU FOLLOW — ♡

im not that active, most likely i will be active more on my tlb1987 blog

i will post random posts honestly, most likely relating to my interests

im confused a lot of time

probs gonna post my art or sum

will post abt alcohol, smoking, weed, violence & lil bit nsfw ( due to my hypersexuality )

[artaxerxesthegreat]

Watching ‘Vampires vs the Bronx’ and all I could think was, “So this is The Lost Boys in NY in the 21 century… aight.”

[87gravedweller]

Good evening tumblr I’m coming for you

( DO NOT REPOST, THAAAANNKKSS. )

I’m trying to find more confidence and motivation in my self expression, not that I feel nervous doing so, it’s just that I’m really struggling recently to find motivation to self express. So I’m making this tumblr page to post my face and other shit I like to just have somewhere where I don’t feel pressure to look one way all the time.

I’m usually super fuckin lazy if I’m not glammed up in 80s attire (whatever subculture that may be), so maybe here I will feel more relaxed showing my lazy face rather than worrying if I look good /cool enough. All that jazz.

Ironic I say all that then make my first introduction a more laid back lazy 80s look I’ve been doing, lmao. But oh well. Here we are, I guess.

[anna1306]

“ 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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[anna1306]

Heeyy! I have this idea on my mind, and i think you would be amazing writting it! So: poly lost boys with a diabetic reader. I have diabetes and i can image the boys kinda worrying about it (ok, Paul may crack a joke about the reader having 'sweet blood'), specially bcs i have to have doses of insuline before every meal and if i dont eat in periods of time i have an hypoglycemic episode. Take your time to write, but i realy want to see it! Love and hugs Anna!

I know only couple of people with diabetes, but I hope that my short experience of spending time with them and a bit of Google is good enough for my knowledge c:

Love you too c:

The Lost Boys x Diabetic Reader

Even if they didn't know it from the start, they did notice something strange at least after some time.

How you always control how much sweets or milkshakes you consume at night. How you constantly have a bottle of water that is going to run out till the end of your time together. How your smell is just a tad sweeter sometimes.

The boys don't pay much attention to it, though. Smell can change even with emotions taking over you, Paul is very picky eater, when it comes to human food, and Dwayne always have a flask with some liquid. This liquid is usually some liquor, but still.

They don't pay much attention until one night.

You were too involved in Marko and Paul's shenanigans, running around and having fun. Dwayne and David watched you from afar, standing near bikes. They talked quietly about something, while you just had your fun.

But after you took sharp turn, you suddenly stopped, instantly being overcome with dizziness.

"Don't be so slow, baby!" Marko laughed, pinching you on the side, jumping away from you. But you didn't follow him, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows. Heavy feeling settle itself inside of you, your head now pounding and your stomach fell at the realisation of what was going on. "Doll?"

"I can't, I need... Shit..." You stumbled, but got quickly caught by Paul before your body even had the chance to start falling down.

"Baby? What's happened?" He instantly panicked, looking at you. You shivered from your sensations.

"Sweet... I need something sweet." You mumbled, feeling very light, almost as if you were floating, but at the same time like something was pressing on your head.

"Marko, get something." David's voice was suddenly very near, though he and Dwayne were far from you. The boys got you to the side, letting you sit on a bench.

Marko came running back with sweets, chocolate and candies in his arms just couple minutes later. You grabbed one of it, eating the chocolate right away. You were slowly coming to your senses, but still felt light-headed.

"Kitten?" David carefully touched your cheek, making you look at him. "Are you fine? Do we need to go to the doctor?"

"No! No... I just need to rest and... Eat something." You weakly answered, chewing on a chocolate. Marko bit his thumb nervously, looking between the boys.

"I swear we didn't do anything." He said. Paul pursed his lips together, clearly worried, clutching his arms.

"You aren't... Dying, are you?" He carefully asked, a bit of fear in his voice.

"I sure hope not." You smiled weakly, but that reassured none of the boys. "I have diabetes." You admitted. You weren't ashamed of your condition, not even once in your life. But the guys were so active, so healthy, you couldn't help but doubt you could keep up with them. You didn't get their confused and perplexed expressions, though. "What?"

"What is diabetes?" Paul blurted out, furrowing his brows. Dwayne smacked his head in response.

David, Dwayne and Marko knew about it, even if their knowledge was limited. Paul was a bit high. And he had never really encountered it before. So you had to explain it to him and to the others.

They were understanding. And mad that you didn't say anything to them earlier. What if you needed help? What if you were in need of insulin? What if you were to be hurt? And they didn't know shit about how to help you. But they quickly adapted to new information.

Dwayne remembers to carry sweets around now. Lollipops, little chocolates, even fruits if he can. Once at the Boardwalk, he usually gets you milkshake or ice cream as a treat. He tries not to overbear with his observation of you, and he is actually pretty good with hiding it. Dwayne always remembers about personal space and doesn't interfere with it. He just keeps an eye on you to be sure that you are alright. He questions the details of what you need, what you can experience, what can happen, what to look for in case of need. Once he hears it, he remembers it and reminds others too. He is careful around you, but he doesn't want you to feel lesser, like an ill person, but still he worries.

David doesn't like the idea of your potential vulnerability. It is yet another one possibility for you to die when they wouldn't be around. Or for you to be taken to the hospital, seriously hurting yourself. Both of these outcomes is the same for him - you would be taken away from them. Maybe even permanently. So, unlike Dwayne, he is overbearing. Even if not fussing over you openly, he still keeps himself close to you. He watches what you eat, what you drink, restricts you from performing some of the activities e.c. You literally have to remind him that you have managed to keep yourself alive before you meet them. He is still overbearing even after this talk. But in some distance, understanding and respecting your opinion, still never unable to get rid of his own fears.

Paul has noticed something strange earlier about you, like every boy has. How you always has your bag with you, how you always do something in the corner of the cave before dinner. But he has never had anyone close to him with diabetes, nor has he heard about the decease. So he has to sit through an entire lecture given to him by both Dwayne and David about what it is and why it is hard for you. If you think he would be more accurate in his words and actions... Nope, now you are his 'sugar' and 'sweetheart' and you can't be offended by him, he just loves you. As well as he likes sweet stuff. And you are his sweet stuff and favourite dessert (and he isn't talking about blood. Well, not only about blood 😉). Though he is careful around what you eat and how often you do it. He doesn't want you faint once again.

Marko knows it all too well. One of his relatives had diabetes. But even if it was long time ago. Even if he is immortal now. Even if he let go of his family long time ago. He still remembers the symptoms, how accurate the person was around their life, how they suffered from some episodes. So at first he keeps his distance. Not because he is afraid to hurt you, but because he is reliving it all again and trying to remember everything useful. Marko approaches you after getting smacked in the head by Dwayne, who pointed out how sad you are by his distance. Once Marko explains everything to you, he's back to being his usual cheer himself, just watching you a bit closely, which is almost unnoticeable.

They can almost smell the changes in you, if you are close enough to them, and they are attentive enough. If at first they didn't pay attention to these changes, now they always track your scent. Once or twice you caught Dwayne or Paul near your neck or shoulder, almost smelling you. Even if they told you it was nothing, you called them weirdos.

Once they told you the truth, you finally understood their shenanigans. Yes, you needed time to adjust, but them being vampires didn't really change your feelings for them.

Sometimes you even use David or Dwayne for testing your blood. Paul would get too distracted, and Marko isn't really sensitive to sweetness.

You are their sweet lover. Quiet literally. They only wonder how it would work once you become immortal, but you would cross that bridge, when you come to it.

The Lost Boys Taglist: @minafromasgard @starmullet @iloveslasher @twistedharper @ichorixm @promptsforstuff @collieflower215 @henhouse-horrors @smenny @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth @the-faceless-bride @britany1997

[anna1306]

I read your poly!lost boys x reader from addams family while I was watching addams family values and that got me thinking how would the boys react to Pubert (the baby) and Wensday and Pugsley trying to kill him to?

It's slowly turning into series 😅

Poly!Lost boys x Addams!Reader

Part 4

Part 3 is here

It should have been a simple visit to Addams residence. Normal, ordinary, usual. The family and the boys were used already to you coming from time to time to the Addams house. It was your first visit in nearly a year, as you were busy with your things in Santa-Carla. But you, of course, should have meet your new little brother. And the boys had to meet him too, they were practically Addams at this point.

Even if they were a bit taken aback by his... Unusual looks right from the birth. But they were getting used to it in this family. Still they weren't accustomed to lots of other things...

"What in the actual hell?!" Marko exclaimed, floating in the air, while holding baby Pubert in his hands, who, even being upside down, giggled nonchalantly. The vampire didn't expect to walk out from their room to a baby, literally flying off the railings of the long staircase. Only his reaction, sharpened by all those years with high Paul, let him catch the baby in time.

"A game." Wednesday answered calmly, only her eyes held a glint of disappointment.

"HE WENT FLYING THROUGH THE GODDAMN AIR STRAIGHT TO THE WINDOW!" Screamed Marko. Other boys went out to investigate the commotion, noticing kids on the second floor, standing near the stairs.

"We miscalculated." Pugsley shrugged almost calmly, like his sister, but lowered his head under attentive gaze of Dwayne.

"What's with the noise?" You showed up to the scene next, looking around. "Oh, you are playing!" You smiled, looking up to Marko with the baby in his hands.

"Your siblings sent little one flying across the room. I am not sure that this is safe for him." Marko lowered himself on the floor. You shook your head slightly, taking Pubert in your hands.

"No, it's not safe at all, love." You bounced your little brother in your hands. "He would probably die from the fall."

"Then why the hell you are so calm about it?.." Marko furrowed his brows, not understanding the situation at all.

"Don't get the wrong idea. It's not normal to play this way with babies. But I get where they are coming from. I was jealous when Pugsley showed his face in this world too." You admitted in hushed tone, though your whole family knew of it. You smiled, looking at Pubert in your hands. "More so, old traditions are very strong in our family. When there is another baby, one of the elder ones must die."

"You tried to kill your own brother?" Scoffed Paul, looking at you, clearly not believing you. Others were more surprised at the fact of such tradition existing in your family, but didn't have the time to ask you about that.

"And sister." You added, raising your gaze at one of your boyfriends. "I almost feel nostalgic..."

"But they both managed to survive."

"They were very persistent little spawns of darkness." You giggled. "Besides, mother had very convincing and strict talk with me. It is nothing but a phase, it will pass."

"But they can kill him in this phase!" Marko exclaimed nervously, obviously stressed about this topic.

"We, Addams, are made from tough material, darling. You can't simply kill us." You kissed him on the cheek, in attempt to calm him down. "But we need to inform mother and father about it and keep an eye on the situation." You nodded in agreement. The boys looked between each other with heavy sigh.

And keep an eye on the situation they did exactly. Even if it didn't seem like it, one of the boys constantly were listening in to the baby or even watching him if they could. In daytime they trusted you or your parents to keep the situation in bay. In nighttime they all helped one way or another.

David could somehow distinguish normal bottle with baby food from the poisonous one. Dwayne, on several occasions, managed to grab arrows or daggers thrown in the direction of the baby. Marko almost got used to catching Pubert in middle air. And Paul screamed like a banshee every time he saw your little brother in the guillotine.

Of course, Morticia and Gomez instigated the talk with your siblings. It helped little, as Wednesday calmly continued doing the same, just more secretly, and Pugsley always were very leading by nature and he trusted her fully.

The boys joined the talk, but only inserted some short phrases. Paul was the only one who stood more to the side, not knowing what to say exactly.

"I know you both won't tell us anything about your reasons. And I know you will agree to anything so you will get out of this situation as soon as possible." David scoffed, knowing it from him and his brothers all to well, in regards to their relations with Max. "But if this is about jealousy, there is no reason. Your parents, I am sure of it, love all of you equally."

"But of course!" Gomez exclaimed, jumping from his seat. "You are all my little monsters, whom I love!"

"We still loved your sibling, Y/N, and decided to have you." Calmly added Morticia, holding Pubert in her hands. "If this is the reason behind your behaviour, it is illogical."

"We heard you." Wednesday's face didn't change one bit. Pugsley, though, looked down during the whole conversation, not daring to look up. You had a feeling that he was more scared of your or Dwayne's reaction than his parents'.

"Whom will you kill then?" He asked, glancing at your parents. "One Addams to come, one Addams to go, right?"

"Oh, my monster, this tradition is old. Look at your uncle and your father. They are both only on the way to their eternal sleep." Morticia smiled at your brother.

"Oh, but how funny our games were!" Uncle Fester laughed excitedly. "I locked him up in the crypt for a week before he was thin enough to get out through the window. And how Gomez electrocuted me... My head was lighting, like a bulb!" Gomez smiled fondly at the memories.

"Then consider it sibling game. Or rivalry." Wednesday came up with the solution. "They try to kill each other every night practically." She threw glance in the boys direction.

"Pffft, we can't die from the fall." Scoffed Marko, almost insulted by this.

"Yes, we are pretty much immortal. But still we wouldn't harm each other that hard or put one of us in gravely danger." Dwayne nodded, glancing at Paul. "Even if someone is asking for it."

"Hey!" He almost jumped at the brunette, but you quickly stood in front of him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"Enough is enough, mon chèr." You looked at him sternly. Paul pouted, but didn't dare to make another attempt to attack. You were reminding him of Morticia sometimes, he was... A little afraid of that. You kissed him on the cheek to lift a bit tension from him and turned to your siblings. "There is nothing wrong with playing once in a while or healthy competition, battle, rivalry. But be more aware of the fact that he can't fully play with you yet. There is no reason for you to follow such an old tradition that even our father had abandoned. Deal?"

"Deal." Wednesday answered. Pugsley nodded silently. "Can we finish this humiliation here?"

Of course they continued their attempts even after that talk. Just in more secretive way. Marko even mumbled to himself that it was easier to turn the baby at this point. Easier and safer.

But you were right in the end This went on only for some time. After a while Wednesday and Pugsley settled in and all of the attempts to get rid of Pubert turned into more playful ones. They were Addams games, nonetheless, but the level of danger got significantly lower.

The boys were still pretty hesitant to go back to Santa-Carla though.

"You sure it's okay?" You smiled at nervous Paul. If you weren't the one driving, you could swear he would turn around in an instant.

"It's all going to be alright, love. Parents are more than capable of dealing with this on their own."

"They tried to set him on fire yesterday." Dwayne noticed, looking out of the rear window, your house and family standing in front of it, waving to you.

"Ah, the game of Inquisition. Classic. I taught Wednesday how to play this." You smiled and turned from the road to look at your boys. "I am touched that you care so much for my little brother and for my family. But I assure you, that the most dangerous times are over. Now they can deal with it themselves. Besides, I heard parents discussed hiring a nanny, so..."

"Kitten, a tree!" David grabbed the steering wheel, sharply turning it and the car back to the road. You whimpered a bit, hearing a crash from the back of the hearse. Apparently, Marko got thrown into the wall by the sharp turn and was cursing now to himself. "Please, watch the road, you are not immortal yet."

"David, I will love you even in death. Even from the other side." You smiled at him, but returned your attention to the road.

"We know this. But let's not get you killed before you get to turn, alright?" He asked, sitting on the passenger seat next to you. "I don't think you have the luck of this non-killable baby."

"Oh, mon cœur, but this is Addams's family trait." You simply laughed at this, completely and utterly sure that you had chosen your loved ones right.

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[anna1306]

Imagine! With poly lost boys if you dont mind??? Gn or m! Reader....óvò👉👈

Lost boys really to finding out their S/o went through some stuff and was forced to become a vampire (artificial vampires!).

They dont have any bite markings like a normal turned vamp. is incredibly insecure about it. Artificial vampires being considered as worthless (or lower tier in comparison to vampires made in the traditional way) in vampire society. They cant do some of the things normal vamps can, and can surprisingly stay in the sun for short periods of time??( flexing on these undead hoes istg)

Ignore if your asks arent open I'm sorry!! Ahhh >^< ♥️♥️

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader "Artificial Vampire"

Alright, first things first. There is some hierarchy in vampire's world. Some of vamps are turned. They are full vampires after trying human blood. But of course there were some geniuses (sadists), who wanted something more. And they made a way to create vampires a bit differently. They became servants of those who were turned naturally. With time it has become more of some old and forgotten tradition, that isn't very popular nowadays, but still some "artificials" were made and kept living from long time ago.

This being said, you were unfortunate enough to get in the hands of one of those "scientists". Cliche story of your car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, you trying to ask for help and instead finding yourself in the laboratory of a mad man.

You didn't remember a lot from that time afterwards. Your mind was clouded with something and it was constant agony and pain following you, so your mind just shut it off.

He told you of vampires, of what he is doing with you. You listened, bound to the blood he gave you, bound to thirst and many other things. You couldn't resist him, yet you wanted his head off his body.

He was easily fooled. Blind in his wishes to have loyal servant he believed in your obedience. He let you go outside, make some chores for him. And one time he didn't lock your cell door in the morning before going to sleep.

You ran as far as you could. Stole some money, got on the bus and drove off. You were lost, not knowing if you could go back to your home, too afraid to hurt some of your friends or him finding you again. The only thing you could come up with - start a new life.

That was how you found your way in Santa-Carla. It was little town, with one big and bright place to go, a lot of people going through this town and disappearing in unknown directions. You found yourself a job, little flat you could live in and tried to settle there and start a new life.

That was before you met the boys. They ran into your life full speed, took you with them and ran further down the road. It was a whirlwind of crazy nights, fun, love and everything in between.

David loved your calmness and stubborness. He liked to speak with you calmly, while there was chaos on the background. Something in you, seeking some comfort and quietness in him, while Marko roughhoused with Paul, was endearing for him. He noticed some fear in the moments they got closer to you, but he thought it was natural fear of being hurt.

Dwayne liked your enthusiasm, when you talked about something you like. Books, movies, music? You could discuss plot twists and your favourite ones with him or give him tons of advices on something he had never heard about. And it was always funny how you didn't know some of the new ones from the last couple years...

Paul loved all of you. From your head to toes, every inch of you was perfect to him. He had no idea of personal space and it took some time for him to understand that you needed a slower approach. He wanted to just grab and kiss you and you jumped away from him almost in fear. Even if you laughed it off, saying it was from surprise - he was offended. A little bit.

Marko always liked challenges. But you were the one he never challenged to anything really. You were too composed, too serious and too jumpy. He called you his scaredy-cat. And after he tried to prank you and grab you in your sleep, which lead to your hysteria and crying - Marko learned he shouldn't pull prank on you. Ever.

"You know this is weird, right?" Paul pouted, while flipping through the pages of the magazine. "Y/N's behaviour."

"They are fine to me." Marko shrugged, trying to throw chips into his own mouth and failing. "They are always like this."

"I grabbed their hand, and they jumped like I was some monster." Paul pouted, turning the magazine upside down.

"You kill people, you are the definition monster." Dwayne answered nonchalantly, opening the bottle of beer. "Plus you have cold and thin fingers, it is scary for humans."

"But there is something weird with them, I agree. They are scaredy-cat." David nodded lazily, breathing out the smoke. "We'll watch over them, don't fret."

And they did watch. How you went away in sunlight from their cave, more relaxed than usual. They watched how you always chose the place, where you could see the whole room. You were pale from time to time and refused to go to the Boardwalk with them.

You, in your turn, tried to be as careful as you could. The guys wouldn't understand that you were some kind of vampire experiment. They wouldn't understand your hunger, they would be frightened. And you fell hard for them, you couldn't risk that.

All went well until one night, when the boys were hanging out at your flat.

"Um... Y/N?" Marko called from the kitchen. Little gremlin went to have a snack, but sounded puzzled. You lazily raised your head from David's lap.

"What?"

"Is it pomegranate juice or whatever?" You raised an eyebrow. Why did he ask about juice, you didn't have any pomegranate... Oh. Dear. Lord.

"Marko, yes, it is juice, put it away now, it is expired and I will..."

"It's not a juice." He showed in the doorframe with bottle from your blood stash. You froze and definitely got paler under watchful eyes of guys.

"It is just expired and..."

"It is blood. I can see the difference between juice and blood, you know?" He looked at you, and you sat straight, looking somewhere in the corner. How could you explain that?

"I don't... It's not..." Dwayne sat next to you, taking your hand in his, which confused you even further. They found blood in your house, how could they be so calm?

"It's alright, princex. We are not going away. Tell us the truth." He pushed you softly to honesty and... How could you not trust him?

You told them the truth. About that night, about who you were. You were tensed even when they didn't call you crazy and leave, their silence could have meant anything. But...

"Finally Paul would calm down about what the hell is wrong with you." David scoffed and kissed your temple. "Is it old, Marko?"

"Smells like week old. Maybe longer." He shrugged, while you looked between them all, not understanding the delighted expression on Paul's face, Dwayne's soft smile and overall calmness.

"How do you know that, I..."

"We are vampires. Turned, not... Whatever that freak did to you. I am hearing first of all of these, but that is another theme. Let's go to our place. We have fresh stuff." David took your hand, tugging you to exit, while you tried to understand all of the information.

They were normal vampires. Like the one you ran away from, so of course you had your doubts. They didn't push you, rather pushed excited Paul away to give you some space.

They didn't have a clue about "artificial" ones. Max didn't have anything from the old tradition of this and didn't tell them anything about it. David went to him for answers, and much to his dismay and delight of Max, got an entire lection about this.

You were scared that even if not the boys, then Max surely try and control you. But he stayed back. He was extatic that the boys came to him for help, that was enough.

Paul still doesn't understand a lot. Like... You both are alike! You drink blood, he drinks blood, you are strong and immortal, he is strong and immortal. You are hot, he is hot. Why were you tensed up? It took a lot of patience from Dwayne to explain everything, but once he got the idea, he surprisingly backed up and let you have your space. "I still don't understand much, you are like us, but you can go out in daytime and you are cooler in this way, but meh... You come back to us, that's more important."

Dwayne is patient. He understands now more, why you are so jumpy and easily scared. He is ready to listen to whatever you can remember and ready to help with anything. Even if you are different, it's only slightly. He is supporting you if you don't want to feed from people, even arguing with David about this. "I am here for you if you need me. Feed you, talk to you. We are not gonna look down on you, like on some kind of pet, princex, why would we? Paul is more like a pet to us in that case."

Marko is terrified. He has heard about "experiments", but never thought of it. Like it didn't happen to him or anyone close to him, so he didn't give it too much thought. To know that the person he is in love with has gone through so much pain... He is horrified that he could trigger something with his pranks or cause you more damage. "You are safe, I promise. I will protect you, if anything. Baby, I am so sorry, I... Let's pull a prank on Paul, he won't get mad, and that would distract us both!"

David is calm outwardly. He treats you the same way, only offers you blood from time to time. He invites you on their hunt or asks you to do some stuff for him in the daytime. But inwardly... Inwardly he is enraged. If he could, he would find the one who caused you pain and tear him down piece by piece. But he couldn't leave the boys and you. "It's not your fault, kitten, that it's happened. I would prefer to turn you myself but I can live with you like this in any case."

Mainly your relationship don't change much. You go on dates, you gift things to each other, you care for each other. It's just now they take you for some of their hunts for you to be with them there. Or share their stock with you. They are overall more comfortable with you now that they don't have to hide themselves and that alone make you relax more with them in response.

If the one who made you like this show up to Santa-Carla, or even go as far as to try and make you go with him or hell forbid, kidnap you - he would have four very pissed off vampires at his throat. No chance for him.

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[anna1306]

Hi I love your work so much. Could you do an imagine where the lost boys walks into the reader being stabbed non-stop by her best friend in her room?

I'm back! I will try not to disappear for so much time, especially since my vacation is coming soon, so expect me to write more c:

Deception

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, near-death state

It was your "alone night". You did that once or twice every month. You loved the boys to death and back, but you still needed your time alone. Since you weren't turned, they tried to spend most of the nights with you. But you had couple of nights "for sleep" and "alone-time". And yes, these were different types. Even in "sleep nights" they came to you, and you often woke up, snuggling to them.

This time you decided to spend this "alone night" with your friend. You hadn't seen each other for a long time, so it was good timing. You decided you would throw movie night, some sleepover, wine and relaxation at your house. She agreed with much enthusiasm.

First part of your sleepover was cool. You watched couple of movies, not really following the plot, just discussing something and occasionally joking on stupid ideas of main characters and plot twists. You both had already eaten half of your snacks, and just had a good time altogether.

"Oh, I missed you, my darling, so much." You breathed out contently, smiling at her. "We need to meet more often."

"Well, it's not me who always have some other plans, Miss Sorry-Another-Time." Your friend snorted, sipping on her soda.

"I told you I'm sorry. The boys are very demanding and very territorial, they, like, try to get attention every night, sometimes it's too much..." You groaned. You loved the boys. But sometimes...

"Wait-wait-wait, hold on a minute. Who are 'boys'?" Your friend looked at you questionably. You gasped.

"No shit... I haven't told you about them?! My mind is a mess apparently." You laughed, sitting more comfortably on your bed and getting ready for ton of questions. "I am in a relationship with four guys."

"Shut it." You friend looked at you clearly in shock, the drink long forgotten. "Four guys? Really? How did you manage to do this?!"

"Well... It kinda just... Happened?" You shrugged, not really remembering the exact reason why the guys got interested in you in the first place. It seemed so long ago and didn't mean anything now, when you were all together. "It's bikers from the Boardwalk you told me to stay away from. As you can guess, I didn't particularly stay away, so..."

"WHAT?!" You jumped slightly from the volume of her voice. You looked at her questionably with nervous smile, while her look was more of shock and something you couldn't pinpoint exactly.

"What?"

"You are dating David and his gang?!"

"Yeah... You know I always wondered why it's always David and the co, why no one seem to remember others' name, they have them. And they are all known for many reasons. Like Dwayne "the brooding one", Marko always pick a fight, Paul is... Paul. Yet it's always David and the others." You tried to joke about it and change the theme, yet your friend remained in her own mind. You couldn't really grasp the reason as to why she was so tensed about your relationship. And your poor attempt at joke didn't even phase her.

"I told you they are bad thing, Y/N!" She stood up from the floor and sat on your bed near you, looking at you almost accusingly "They are bad for you. And..."

"They are not bad! They are actually very caring and sweet. Occasionally teasing and rude, yes, but only with someone else. Not with me." You took your friend's hands in yours. "I am safe with them, I promise."

"You don't understand. They are bad beyond bad. Plus... I can't imagine you all together. Sorry, but you are way too different."

"I... Really don't understand what you mean." You furrowed your brows, clearly confused by her words.

"Maybe I'm overestimating the whole situation with them being the most dangerous things out there, I don't know. I'm just looking out for you. You need someone softer. And they need someone more bad-looking. More confident. Stronger. Like look at me, I am more rock and gothic and fitting them, if you ask me. And you are cute, soft, not... Their type." You raised brow at this statement. Was this supposed to be hurtful? Your best friend was telling you that you are no match for your boyfriends, more so, that you are not confident or strong. And she was more "fitting". Alright, it was hurtful...

"I am confident and strong. Look, it's not up for discussion. I love them. They love me. I thought you would be glad to know I finally found someone who would love me romantically!"

"Not with them!" She straight up screamed at you. You even winced from it, looking at her in shock. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, letting go of your handa. For a minute there was silence, each of you in your thoughts. "Sorry, I'm just... I'm really worried for you, you know? There are strange things, and you with them and I know what bad boys like them do with... Whatever, it's just a lot. Sorry. Can you bring me some water? And we will discuss it."

"In civilised manner?" You raised brow at her. She scoffed and nodded.

"I promise I'll do everything to the best of my abilities." You smiled softly at that, standing up and going to the kitchen.

Your friend was always a bit weird. She was into dark stuff, gothic sometimes, reading about all the mystical stuff there was. So no wonder she thought the boys were something more dangerous than they seemed. And they were - you knew their secret pretty well. But that reaction was very weird even for her. You thought she would be supportive. Not accusing you and trying to convince you to break up with them. Not telling you that you weren't good enough.

Maybe she was just worried for you, but it was overwhelming. Still you hoped it was initial reaction and not something serious. There couldn't be some dark thoughts behind it, right? You shook your head at this. You should stop reading David's horror books, you becoming paranoid like him. Putting these thoughts aside, you went back with the bottle of water.

"Here." You smiled, entering the room and sitting on the bed near her. Your friend was facing away from you, rummaging through her bag, and you furrowed your brows a bit at this. She seemed very nonchalant opposed to several minutes before this. Finally, she sighed and stopped.

"Thanks..." She quietly took the bottle and glanced at you. "So you won't leave them?"

"Nope. And I honestly don't think they would let me. They are very possessive, you know? What's up with you?" She had that strange look around her, you even moved a bit from her, not understanding anything.

"It's a shame, really..."

***

"... really, really, really bad feeling." Paul had whined for about five minutes. Even Dwayne, the calmest out of all of them, was at the end of his patience.

"We had a deal with Y/N, remember?" David tried to reason with him. This time - the last one. He was done. He didn't know if drowning Paul in the ocean would be a good idea or dropping him in the trashcan was better. "One night every two weeks - alone time. You agreed to it as well."

"I know!" Paul exclaimed, jumping on one place. "But there is something I don't know... Some bad feeling."

"We can just check up on her to be sure that she's okay." Marko offered, feeling nerves of his friend and getting anxious too. "It won't be interfering if she won't notice."

"Personal space, guys." Dwayne tried to remind them why Y/N even asked them for "alone night" in the first place. David looked between all of them and sighed. He was against her being alone in the first place, so giving in was easy.

"We'll just take a look. If everything's okay, no one will say anything to her." Paul eagerly nodded, agreeing to this, and he and Marko already took off to some dark place in the Boardwalk, so they could fly. David looked at Dwayne and shrugged. Paul won't calm down any other way, and that could be dangerous. Plus, his nerves got to all of them. They had to be sure you were okay.

In a minute four figures were flying from the Boardwalk to your house. They were silent, each of them in their thoughts. David thought that they should have been with you 24/7 from the start. Dwayne hoped the boys won't spill the beans later and you won't be mad at them. Paul was still stuck on this worried feeling. And Marko tried not to think and overthink all of it. It usually ended not so good for him.

"Wait... Do you smell it?" Marko furrowed his brows, smelling something, but not entirely understanding what it was. Something sweet and familiar, like...

"Blood." Dwayne's eyes met with David's. They didn't drink your blood regularly, but your smell was too familiar. He glanced at the direction of your house and all four of them just rushed to it, not even discussing it.

David sent the caution and everything out of the window. To hell with the neighbours who could see them. More so, no matter how mad you would be about them ruining your alone-time, he had to make sure that you were okay. So he busted through your window, wishing for it to be just their misunderstanding, or something small. His hopes were failed.

He didn't think that there would be a day where he would see you, sprawled on the floor of your room with your best friend on top of you. Stabbing you. Non-stop. And by the looks of it, it had gone for some time. David was surprised to hear your heart still being alive, even if barely.

He darted to your friend, just throwing her off of you, not caring for her safety, when she crashed into the wall, leaving a dent. Dwayne, following him, darted to you, checking your body with multiple wounds.

"You..." David growled at the scared girl, clutching to the knife, covered in blood. Paul screamed from his back, and Marko almost ran to the girl with bared fangs. He would have killed her if not for David, stopping his friend. He wanted her to suffer, holding back every urge to just tear her apart.

"David..." Dwayne called out to him. The vampire turned to him, seeing his flickering eyes. Even his self-control flew to shit when the air was filled with the thick scent of your blood. With the puddle under your body and so... Much... Blood. Your breath was very quiet and raspy. David knew what it meant.

"Don't kill her." Was all he said to others.

"But David, she..." Marko looked at him angrily, soon joined by Paul at his side, with vampiric face, control long forgotten. David glared at them both.

"Do not kill her. You'll do it fast, and I want her alive for some time before she got to rot in hell." He snarled at the girl and darted to you, sure that the boys wouldn't disobey his order.

You struggled to breath, struggled to look at anything, to say something. But you recognized Dwayne's jacket from up close and then tobacco smell. You let yourself a little smile.

"S... Sorry, she was... Fast, I..." You whimpered, almost not making a sound, but they heard it all. David shook his head and kissed your forehead.

"It's okay, kitten. You were strong enough to wait for us. Now we take you with us." He put a hand under your head and raised it a bit. "You just have to do one last thing for me. For us."

"And... That is?" Your vision was blurry, so you only saw the figure of David. You didn't see him doing anything, only felt something near your mouth, and that "something" was dripping on your lips.

"Drink."

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The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes

Part 3 c:

Part 2 here

David: Have you noticed that Marko has been acting peculiar?

Dwayne: Yes, from the first day I met him.

Paul: I have no secrets from you. My whole life is an open book.

Marko: Your whole life is an open zipper.

Michael: Alright, alright, David! I'll turn. You win. You always win, but you don't play fair!

David: That's why I always win.

Paul: Art things come easier to me. I've always had a great appreciation for the arts and artists.

Marko: And carpenters and mechanics and delivery boys.

Michael: I am very patient. I once waited two whole weeks for a sty to go away. Every night I'd close my eyes and I'd picture it getting smaller and smaller. And one morning I woke up and it was gone.

Marko: *leaning on David's wheelchair with closed eyes, not moving*

Dwayne: Marko, you okay?

Marko: I'm fine. I'm just trying to make Michael go away.

Marko: Dwayne, why are you in such a bad mood?

Dwayne: Forgive me, Marko, but I haven't had sex in 15 years, and it's starting to get on my nerves.

Paul: I treat my body like a temple.

David: Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.

Marko: Great news, I just got a date!

Dwayne, David and Paul, who just had an argument: *leaving the cave, screaming at each other*

Marko: Well, excuse me for trying to have a life!

Laddie: After I drink milk, I go right to sleep.

Paul: I can think of something else after which I go right to sleep. Huh, David?

David: During.

Dwayne: You bought chocolate cheesecake?

Marko: Just for an emergency.

David: What kind of emergency, nuclear war?

Marko: Depression.

Michael: You know, in the south, we mature faster. I think it's the heat.

David: I think it's the gin.

Michael: *leaves David's nest*

Dwayne: I thought he belonged to the other one.

David: Well, I'm sure Star won't mind one bit.

Dwayne: He's a man. It's not like sharing a beer.

Marko: You just don't understand!

Dwayne: Oh please! What I forgot, you'll never know!

David: Look, you didn't ask for my opinion, but I'm old, so I'm giving it anyway.

Michael: My father was good. He has truly been a father to everybody in our town!

Marko to Dwayne: Now I know why Max likes his mother. She must have been a very forgiving woman.

Marko: As long as you're out there, why don't you clean the bikes?

Tipsy Paul: Alright!

Dwayne: Yesterday you said you were gonna clean the bikes.

Marko: I said I'd get it done and it's getting done, lighten up.

In a country bar

David: Do you know where we can sit here?

Paul: How would I know? I'm here for the first time!

Random passerby, slapping his ass: Howdy Paul!

Talking about meeting the guys for the first time

Dwayne: At that moment I was convinced I'd made a bad first impression. But then I met Marko, and I realized I could have shown up naked, playing ukulele and still got turned.

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In my defence, I was left unsupervised, too lazy to watch the show I need to watch for my big fic I have hyperfixation on, there was The Golden Girls and I had my unhinged brain with me

Don't know if this needs part 2 or not, really, this is a trial part

And also I got encouraged by @britany1997 c:

Marko: I'm perfectly capable of managing by myself. I don't need help. I'm a totally independent person.

Dwayne: I know, I know, sorry.

Marko: Also I need 67$ for the cab.

High, emotional Paul: Our families are gone. And we're alone. And there are too many years left, and I don't know what to do.

David: Get a poodle.

David, seeing Michael: I can't stand being near him, I hate him too much! I know I'm gonna do something crazy!

Marko: Whenever you feel you're about to lose control, just take my hand and give it a little squeeze *takes David's hand* I guarantee you'll feel a 100% better.

Michael: Hey, guys, long time no see!

David: *silently drinks beer*

Marko: *silently prays for his broken hand*

Paul: *takes away the knife from Dwayne* GIVE ME THAT! Do you want to spend the rest of your life rotting away in some disgusting jail cell, bribing screws for cigarettes and toilet paper?!

Dwayne: It's not a crime to cut the cake.

Paul: Oh... I thought you were going to stab Sam.

Dwayne: Don't be ridiculous. Do you honestly believe that I would stab Michael's brother in the middle of the Boardwalk?

Paul: Oh no, I guess not.

Dwayne: Of course not!

Paul: ...

Dwayne: I would wait for him to go somewhere alone. There are too many witnesses.

Star: Oh... Maybe you are right.

David: Of course I'm right, do you think I got this old by being stupid?

After winning in the arcade game

Marko: You'll be back. You know why? You are too competitive! It's always been your worst feature. Actually, no, your ears are your worst feature.

Paul: Can you believe that?

Dwayne: No, I always thought your bony feet were your worst feature.

Star after breakup with Michael: I just don't know. Michael was my first. And now trying it with someone else... I haven't had anyone after Michael, you know...

Paul: Get out of here!

Marko: Back off, Paul. Not all of us are classified by the Navy as a friendly port.

Marko: When Laddie had colic, I used to give him brandy.

David: You give brandy for teething to enfants, you rub it on their gums.

Marko: ... I gave it to him in bottle for colics. He was very happy.

Dwayne: Put it in my bottle, I'll be happy too.

Laddie: I wish I had a dog! He would be loyal, loving, fun. He would never leave my side.

David: I wish Michael was a dog. Would have solved a lot of problems.

Dwayne: You could have had him fixed.

Michael, describing the boys: And Paul... Wherever he goes, he finds himself a date.

Sam: So do hookers.

David, going away: I've been an idiot through this whole thing!

Paul, mumbling to himself: Darn right you have

David: *immediately appears right next to him*

Paul: *shriek of a death*

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Little guy

Marko x Reader

Part 2 here

Alright, what did you know about vampires? They were feeding on blood. They couldn't enter the house without an invitation, They were super strong, they were super fast. That was pretty much all what you knew about them. Didn't matter from books or from movies.

They were fast. They could turn into bats. So that meant they could fly. That much you learned after your meeting with little black bundle of anger, hunger and attitude. But...

You didn't even think that vamires rode bikes. Moreso, so freaking fast. When Marko told you he would take you for a ride, you certainly didn't expect him to speed up, riding amongst the cars and, what horrified you the most, driving right at the Boardwalk. Where people were walking!

"You are a maniac." You concluded, getting off his bike. Marko laughed, throwing his head back.

"Oh, but baby, what is the point of riding slow, it's no fun." He giggled at you, making you look up at his face. No doubts or regrets behind those beautiful eyes whatsoever.

"I demand dinner after this scare. All on you." You scoffed. The blonde wasn't concerned with your threat at all.

"Pfft. Baby, you need to learn how to be menacing." He scoffed, grabbing your hand. In a second the boy tugged you further down the Boardwalk. Not like you had the choice anyway.

In couple of minutes you both stopped before some burger place. You had never been here before, so you looked around in curiousity. Marko pushed you before him in the line. At first you thought he did it because he was kinda gentleman. When his hands slid down your waist and he pressed himself into your back, tightly hugging you, you set this thought aside.

"Dude?"

"Mhm?" He lazily mumbled in response to his nickname, tucking his nose in the crook of your neck and almost smelling you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, looking straight ahead of you and fighting the urge to glance at him. For a brief moment you felt the boy tensed up.

"... Nothing." He mumbled again, relaxing at once, but you could hear some pause before his answer.

"That's why your hands are on me?" You asked him again, hearing him chuckle against your skin.

"But they are doing nothing." He answered, stepping with you forward, as the line moved. You grasped his hands, as to keep balance. "And what are you doing?"

"Trying to make sense out of your actions." You shrugged. "And thinking how much food should I order, since you are paying." You added before he could say something. He chuckled again, but answered nothing.

You did, in fact, ordered a lot. After all, you had a long working day behind you, then you got home and there was another stress of finding out that you little bat-friend is a vampire. So you needed to eat. Marko payed for it all, no questions asked.

"Shit." You sighed, looking at all the people around. "Where all these people come from?" You cursed, not wishing to spend time, surrounded by crowd from every side. But somehow several of them stood up and leave merely seconds after you expressed your feelings. And by the time you got to the table, it was way less crowded.

"You are welcome." Marko looked concentrated, but pleased with himself.

"What?" You looked at him questioningly, taking fries.

"I know you don't like people. You have told me this only... Couple of hundred times." He grinned, grabbing your soda and drinking it, while you were processing his words.

"You're talking about... How did you make them leave?" You were utterly confused. Marko used this opportunity to steal your fries as well.

"Magic." He winked at you. "Or hypnosis. It takes a lot of strengths, as... I know, it's a shock, but I'm not good at it."

"No shit, you are kidding me." You scoffed, acting shocked.

"Yes. Sadly there is something that I am not good with." He admitted, hanging his head low. You flicked his forehead, taking your soda back.

"So you... Made people leave with your hypnosis? You can do this?" You asked him curiously.

"Yeah. Some of us can do this better, some worse. Paul sucks at it more than me. But David... Let's say, if he's well-fed, he can convince you of pretty much anything." He shrugged, watching you eat fries. You shivered under his attentive gaze.

"Okay. So there are you, Paul, who dropped you, David - hypnotist. Is that it?"

"There is also Dwayne. Too smug and too hot for his boring persona." He grinned. "Let's not talk about them, I want to talk about you."

"Seriously? You? The person who betrayed my trust and spent nearly a week with me?" You scoffed. Marko rolled his eyes.

"I didn't betray you, it was comfier that way." His eyes suddenly became more wary, and he furrowed his brows as if suddenly understanding something. "You... Aren't really angry, are you?"

"Angry? At you? For pretending to be my pet and watch me naked and in the cringiest moments ever? No, of course not." You scoffed, taking sip of soda and looking at the blonde meaningfully. Marko groaned.

"Dooool, I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you with a turn into human, but then you were so cute I couldn't just leave. I left only because I became hungry." He almost whined, looking at you with his big pleading eyes. You could see real guilt in them before his words registered in your mind.

"You were hungry? Wait, you don't mean to tell me..." You glanced around to make sure there was noone close enough to hear your talk and leaned closer to him. "You killed someone?" You whispered, fries long forgotten. Marko shrugged.

"Who knows, it's happened so fast, I mean, Santa-Carla is crazy in the nighttime, right?" He nervously giggled and grabbed your hand. "Don't leave me because of that, I swear they were bad people."

"How can you tell?"

"Uhm... Intuition?" He squinted his eyes, looking at you with a nervous smile. You pulled your hand from his grasp.

"Let's do this. I won't ask, you won't tell." You said with a sigh. You didn't want to even imagine that the boy on the other side of the table killed someone. Let alone that you felt somewhat of a pull towards him, even if he did. You busied yourself with a burger, just to not fidget about anything.

"Deal. Now... Do you think about moving?" Marko carefully asked. You glanced at him and he was quick to add. "I don't mean to rush things, but it would be better if you would move into the cave with me."

"Wow, easy there! We haven't even had a date yet, and you are asking me to move to your place."

"I thought it would be easier, why wait?" He breathed out, moving nuggets closer to himself and munching on them. Marko pouted, not looking at you and just eating snack. You sighed, noticing the resemblance between his face and little squishy face of the bat you took care of. He was definitely like his little form.

"Let's start with a date. Then we'll see from there." You reassured him. But when he tried to say something in response, you raised your hand. "No. First - food. Then - your shittalk."

Strangely he listened. He went back to munching on nuggets, while you finished burger and returned to your fries. The silence wasn't unpleasant, noise of the Boardwalk feeling the tension of it and lifting some of the pressure.

"What would you want?" Marko asked you carefully. He looked at you curiously, meeting your eyes.

"What do you mean?... Stop stealing my food!" You slapped his hand away, when he tried to reach over to your fries. The boy grunted, grabbing your fingers to hold it down.

"I mean for a date." He answered, looking at you with mischievous grin.

"I don't know, think of something. After all you are the all-mighty vampire... How old are you, by the way?" You furrowed your brows suddenly. Marko kissed your fingers, smirking.

"I'm not as old as you think I am. Guess." He dared you, at which you rolled your eyes.

"I have rich imagination, don't tempt me. I would think you are grandpa, hitting on a young person, and that's awful." He laughed at this, looking at you amusedly now.

"I am telling you, I am not that old. I know someone, who is real grandpa and he's waaaay older than me. And worse. But don't think about that, let's go." He pulled you by your hand, making you follow him once again.

"My food! Marko!" He didn't stop, only laughed at your exclaim, tugging you further, going between people down the stairs and onto the beach, leading you to some secluded part. You were practically running at this point, so you didn't have time to realise what was going on.

He didn't stop, not until you both were far away from people. Noise and music were quieter now, muffled by the sounds of waves.

"Give me a second." You stopped, catching your breath. Marko giggled, looking at you. You barely could see him, his dark silhouette standing out in the darkness, as glimmers of the Boardwalk lights barely reached you both. "Where are we?

"Far away from people."

"You... You are gonna eat me now, aren't you?" You scoffed, but tensed. You kept constantly forgetting that he was a vampire. That only that morning you thought of him as just bat and now he showed you he was anything but. The boy laughed.

"Silly. If I wanted to eat you, I would have done so long ago. I slept with you in one house, you wouldn't stop me." He pulled you to himself, hugging you tightly. "Don't you trust me, baby?"

"Not really, you lied to me about being a common bat." You placed your hands on his shoulders. Even if he looked not so big and bulky like some surfers from the Boardwalk, he was strong, you could feel it from touching his shoulders and his grip on you alone.

"True. But I didn't hurt you then. And not planning on now." Marko smirked, and for a second you could swear you saw something yellow flash in his eyes. "Hold tight."

"What... HOLY SHIT!" Suddenly you were pulled upwards. You pressed yourself into Marko, as wind blew at you with surprising force, resisting your movement. You heard something rumbling and almost vibrating around you, until you realised it was Marko's laughter.

"It's not that scary!" He almost screamed in your ear. You dared to open your eyes and gasped. You were in the air. Immediately you closed your eyes, hugging Marko tightly.

"Put me down, shithead!" You screamed at him, gripping his leather jacket on his back. Vampire shrugged and loosened his grip on you, making you squeal. "NOT LIKE THIS!"

"Make up your mind, scaredy-cat." He answered with laugh. With a strength you didn't know he had in him, Marko pulled you from him and turned you around. In the air. You screamed, grasping his arms, as he hugged you from behind now.

"I hate you so much..." You whimpered, trembling and clutching his hands, as he giggled in your ear, his head on your shoulder.

"Oooh, don't break my heart now, doll." Vampire said, kissing your neck. "Open your eyes."

"No."

"Come on, you will like it. I am holding you, I won't drop you." He promised.

"Your friend dropped you in the dumpster." You reminded him, making Marko laugh.

"I am not high like that idiot. I am very much sober and I won't let anyone hurt you. Let alone hurt you myself. I swear." His whisper was half-joking, half-serious. There was something more to his words, but you didn't have strengths to think about it. You pursed your lips together, still clutching his cold hands. "Please, love. Open your eyes."

You shivered and opened your eyes a little bit. Just to test the water. But after one glance you shot open your eyes, looking at the view. The Boardwalk was right before you, under you, music from it reaching your ears barely. Dozens of different lights, rides and people, small enough to look like ants.

"You can see the whole city from here..." You whispered almost without a sound. Marko still heard you and snickered.

"No. For that we need to go higher, but you won't like it." You decided to trust him and not ask him to go higher. "Do you like it?"

"You would be stupid not to like it..." You breathed out, still holding his hands, but a lot lighter this time. "It is fantastic, I... Don't really have words."

"Does that count as a date then?" He asked, his hair tickling your neck. You smiled.

He was your pet bat for a week. And he didn't harm you. And now he appeared to be a vampire. He was something completely new to you. New experience, new feelings, new everything. You had no idea what to expect from your quiet and lonely life now. There was never any consistency of your life, but now...

"It does." You turned your head to kiss his cheek, almost feeling his smile, barely seeing it. You were ready to dive into this new life, as he leaned in closer to your face.

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Part 12

"Can you not scream so loud, my head is pounding." David groaned. It was his fourth cigarette in the last ten minutes and not one of them even remotely helped him take his stress off. The other boys looked at him with suspicion. He didn't tell anything about why he was like that. But they all had strange things happening to them recently, clearly David wasn't an exclusion.

"I wasn't..." Marko whispered, even more confused and deflated. He didn't tell about his night experience as well, but even without being laughed at, he still was unsure of everything.

"You sure you don't want to tell us anything?" Dwayne carefully asked. David shot him almost annoyed look, and the brunette leaned back on the bench they sat on. It was of no use talking with him when he was like that. Paul went back and forth in front of them.

"We need to find them." He said suddenly.

"Who?" Marko looked at him questioningly, not understanding his friend's trail of thoughts.

"Y/N. All of this shit started after the party with them, they had to know something." There was silence for couple of seconds. Boys looked at their friend with different degree of confusion on their faces.

"You think they did something with our drinks?" Dwayne scoffed, shaking his head. "They had no reason to do that."

"We saw weird shit at their place. With spiders and other. Then this strange bottle with wine. And now every one of us are experiencing something not ordinary. What else am I supposed to think?!" Paul emotionally exclaimed, clearly frustrated with what was going on with them.

"Stop screaming..." David repeated, breathing in sharply. He was nervous beyond point, every noise, every shout made him paranoid. Especially if the noise was similar to police siren. More so, some hunger, pounding headache, anger and frustration was still lingering in him, making him not only nervous, but sick too. All of that was driving him nuts.

"They like us. If they wanted to poison us, we wouldn't speak now." Marko shot quick glance at David and spoke quieter. He didn't want to cause more discomfort to his friend.. "You don't make much sense, Paul."

"Then what is it?!" He stopped in his tracks, looking at the boys frustrated. "Why are we all experiencing the same thing?! Not sleeping in night, always hungry, always nauseous. If it's not them, then why?!" David interrupted him by jumping from his place and grabbing the collar of Paul's jacket. He lost his cigarette on his way, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

"I said. Stop screaming. Shut your hole before I break your fucking jaw!" He almost growled in his face. Paul got pale, looking at David. He looked frightened by him.

"Jesus Christ, David, your eyes!" Marko gasped. Dwayne didn't waste his time, he jumped into action, dragging David from Paul to the side. Platinum blonde boy growled something, but shivered, hiding his face behind hands. His figure looked exhausted.

"I don't fucking understand a thing..." He mumbled from behind his hands finally. Dwayne looked at Paul, who still stood frozen in one place.

"Neither do we..." The boy whispered at last, slowly lowering himself on the bench. Marko nervously looked at him, biting his lip. He looked between all of his friends with panic bubbling inside of him. He didn't know what to do, neither did they, but he didn't like that they argued with each other.

"Paul is right in one thing. We need to start from somewhere, and Y/N possibly could know something. I... I don't think it's simple lack of sleep that four of us have at the same time." He said quietly. Dwayne pursed his lips, staying near David, still worried about his state. The latter breathed out and lowered his hands.

"You are right. Sorry, headache is killing me." He said quietly as well. Brunette sighed at the sight of his distraught friends. And while his thoughts weren't rational, but this town was weird on its own.

"I heard about night demons. It's legends, but still..." Dwayne decided to share this finally, getting the attention of all the other boys.

"Night demons?" Paul repeated unsurely, tensing up a bit.

"Grandma told me about them. Night demons, feeding on people's lust and wrong thoughts. Coming in night, sleeping in day, as the sun is their death. I was told Santa-Carla is full of them and if I stray out of the reservation, they would eat me alive."

"She just scared you, so you wouldn't go away in the darkness as a kid." David shook his head, not even wishing to believe in it.

"But David, you have to admit, this is strange. I nearly bit a girl, and I am not into that. You... Way more aggressive than usual. Dwayne is... Stronger apparently. Marko didn't tell anything, but... All of the other symptoms are common for all four of us. Lack of sleep, constant hunger, unstable emotions e.c." Paul was interrupted by the shorter blonde putting the hand on his shoulder.

"Yesterday I... I flew up. Like to the ceiling. I panicked and... I think I heard someone in my head. But I'm not sure." Marko mumbled, glancing at Dwayne. He didn't know how the boys would react to it, but if they were being honest, he had to tell them the truth. Especially after hearing about "night demons".

"You were sleeping, it was just a dream." David tried to rationalize everything. Supernatural wasn't his favourite idea. He didn't believe in legends, though he liked listening to them. But... It couldn't happen to them. Marko jumped to his feet, anger quickly rising in his chest. His cheeks flushed, and he gritted his teeth.

"I am not sure about the voice, yes but I know what I did and I know what I saw!" Dwayne interrupted them, standing between them. He was exhausted too, he wanted to eat and curl at some safe space. But the boy didn't want his friends fighting each other.

"We can't be sure now what it was. Or if the legends are true. It can be just... Kids' horror stories. But it can be true also, we can't turn this version down. Many legends came from something real." He looked at David, who gritted his teeth. The boy rolled his eyes, being annoyed with his friends' persistence.

"David, your eyes changed colour. We all saw that. It is not our imagination!" Marko insisted stubbornly. David shook his head.

"So what, we need to believe some old legend? It is stupid! We are not some kids, whose moms are worried that they would get lost in the dark woods!" He still stood his ground, not bulging even one bit from his opinion.

"David. Something is happening. It's not something casual that can be treated in the hospital. It is something weird." Dwayne placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to persuade his friend. Arguement wasn't the best idea to solve their problem, he was sure. Apparently he was the only one who thought that way.

"Get lost!" David pushed his friend away, turning to walk away from them, as he was done with them. He had to clear his head before continuing this conversation. But after two steps he bumped into someone. He raised his eyes, ready to scream at the person who stood in his way, but from one look on the face - your face - he lost all of his fight.

"Easy there, kittycat." David glared at your figure. You were smiling slightly, looking at all of them. Paul tensed up, fidgeting with his own fingers nervously. "I was looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"

"We weren't feeling so good lately." Answered Dwayne calmly. He tried to understand your feelings about this. Tried to see if the legends could possibly be true. He wasn't good in reading people, but he tried to notice any hint of your reaction.

"Really? Oh no, what's happened?" You looked almost worried. Almost. Something in your face was different, a glint of satisfaction in your eyes. David carefully stepped back.

"Food poisoning. Probably bad wine." The idea came up in his mind almost immediately. You looked at him with offended pout.

"We have a good wine. It was probably... Snacks." You shrugged, offering another version. "Or something else you ate at home. Or nerves of your stressed life." Marko swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Did you... Not feel good too?" He carefully asked. If there had been something wrong with you, maybe it really was just food poisoning and they should stop with their crazy theories.

"Nah, I'm fine. Have a stomach of stone." You laughed, throwing your head back. The boys looked between each other. Even David could agree now that something here wasn't right. You were okay, they weren't. More so, you behaved like there was something more behind your words.

While they were stuck in their thoughts, you strolled to the bench, sitting near Paul and taking his hand in yours. You looked nonchalant, free and well. Like these past few days you really was okay and they were the only ones with the problems.

"What did you do?" David asked, starting to actually believe in irrational theories. "To us. It was you, don't deny it." You giggled, looking at him and visibly joying yourself.

"And what did I do exactly, darling?"

"You mixed something in the wine. Or snacks. Was it drugs?" You laughed at the accusation, bending over, but still clutching Paul's hand.

"Do I look that rich? For me to have some strong shit I have to be wealthy as hell. The worst thing I have is the joint. And I promised to Paul that there wouldn't be any in the cave that night, so no. I didn't drugged wine or food." You licked your lips, meeting David's glare calmly. He didn't intimidate you one bit.

"But it has to be you. Everything started with the party at your place." Marko now looked more confident. Your eyes longed at him for a minute. His confidence wavered under your stare, but something inside of him now was stronger, he felt strengths in himself to stand his ground and defend himself. So he just furrowed his brows, but didn't move.

"Why would I drug you? I like you, there is no point in me poisoning you." You tried to convince them again.

"To keep us in the cave longer?" Paul supposed, looking at you attentively. Your closeness to him made him more nervous. Especially after all the assumptions they made about you and after Dwayne's words about those night creatures. "You weren't glad we left early."

"Paul, if I wanted to keep you in the cave, I would just get naked." You scoffed, kissing his fingers, that you still held in your hand. He shivered, but against his own will felt a little bit at ease. "Don't fidget around too much, baby, it's too bad for your nerves."

"You turned us into something." Dwayne stated seriously, glaring the hole in you. You didn't look at him for some time, still concentrated on Paul. So he decided to provoke you. "Night demons..."

"Careful there." Your tone lowered, as your words flew out of your mouth faster than you expected. And even if you still had your smile on the face, your eyes darkened. Marko gulped, noticing the change of your demeanor, but Dwayne stood his ground. "I am not monster from your legends."

"Explain then. Explain everything that's going on with us." He demanded. You finally looked up at him. In one swift movement you stood from the bench, closing the gap between yourself and Dwayne. He breathed out, sensing the coldness of your body.

"I don't have to explain anything to you. But..." Your fingers ran across the naked skin of his chest near the leather jacket. Dwayne shivered at almost weightless, but still very... Noticeable touches, to say the least. "I can be the villain of your story, if you want me to, my prince. But this story won't have a happy ending then. And I don't want that, believe me. So don't tempt me." You warned him quietly. Every boy sensed something strange at that moment. They almost felt fear because of your calm tone. It was scarier than your cheery behaviour in this situation, strange events or wine they drank in the middle of nowhere.

"Y/N, look..." Marko started with shivering voice. He coughed, gathering his thoughts, but suddenly you looked to the side of him, scowling.

"If you have something to say, say it to my face!" You screamed. Paul flinched, looking in the same direction you stared and noticing a group of people. They were certainly surf nazis. And by the looks of it, they were discussing your little quarrel.

"We have nothing to say. Just watching some whore having troubles in its paradise of fags." The bold one laughed. But before Marko could get angry, before David would snap at them, you practically flew to the group. You grabbed the man by the throat, clutching your fingers tightly on his skin.

"You sure you don't want to take that back, fucker?" You asked in a calm tone.

"Hey, get off him!" His brave friend tried to push you, but you easily threw him away with a free hand. The boys could only watch in awe and horror as you slammed the head of the offender against the wall of some shop. And again. And again. On the fourth hit David finally got to you, grabbing your shoulder firmly.

"Enough, let them go!" You growled almost animal-like in response . "They got the point, let them be!" He got pulled away from you by Dwayne. Before he could throw him off to help you come to your senses, the boardwalk guard got to you first. He grabbed you in the headlock, pressing his baton against your neck.

"I told you you aren't allowed to fight or even enter Boardwalk!" He screamed, as you gripped the baton, struggling against his grip. The police siren suddenly broke the silense. David shivered, the events of previous night still being fresh in his mind. Even if part of him knew that police was coming probably because someone called them on you, he still couldn't shake off the thought of getting in trouble for what he did earlier. "You are with them?" Guard eyed the boys, only worsening David's paranoia.

"Seeing them for the first time, shithead." You hissed, trying to fight him and attracting his full attention. The police worked fast, getting to you and the guard in mere minutes. Paul pressed himself into David's side, not able to sit still on the bench, while Marko bit his thumb, trying to calm himself down. You glanced at them gloomily, when you were handcuffed. But at the last moment, right before you turned away, Dwayne noticed you winking at them.

For some time they didn't move. Everything happened so fast that all of them had to wrap their heads around it. Your appearance, your words, their strange reaction on you, your sudden anger...

"Well... That was definitely something." Summed up shocked Paul, breaking the silense. As if he was waken up from his dream, Dwayne hummed in agreement, going closer to the wall you were hitting the nazi against. Wounded boy got taken away several minutes ago, but the blood was still there. Brunette touched the wall, looking at his fingers, now tainted with crimson. He looked like he was in trance, bringing his hand to his face, but David grabbed his wrist before Dwayne could do anything and wiped the blood off the fingers with some old napkin.

"Let's get out of here." He said to all of his friends at once, looking straight in Dwayne's eyes while throwing away the napkin. None of them had any objection.

**

"Yeah, we heard about you causing ruckus at the Boardwalk every night. You are definitely going to serve some time." One officer scoffed, looking in the window. You laughed at that, shaking your head.

"It is such a shame you met me on my bad night, officers." One of them tried to look at you through the rearview mirror, but saw... Nothing. Shocked and horrified, he turned back to see your yellow eyes and wicked smirk. "Lucy will kill me for this..."

"WHAT THE..."

After all, what meant disappearance of another two people in the Murder capital of the world, right?

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Darkness

Marko x Blind!Reader

Part 2

Part 1 here

"You are gonna hurt yourself, doll!" Strong arms grabbed you by your waist and carried you somewhere else. You sighed, knowing who exactly took you and to where.

Those same hands carried you after that night. Those same hands held you tightly. Those same hands helped you swim in some water, feed you and dressed you. And undressed you.

"Why did you stray away again?" Marko whined, placing you on his bed. You tried to pull away from him, but he put his hands on your thighs, and according to the sounds, he sat near your legs. You could only imagine him looking at you and as much as you tried to keep neutral face, emotions were stronger.

"You know why..." You answered quietly. You could hear his scoff.

"No, I don't know why you are trying to escape." You sighed, lowering your head, but he quickly took your chin in his hand, so he could lift your face back. He loved looking at you, this much you knew already. And envy him just a little bit "Haven't I done enough for you? It's dangerous outside, you know?"

It was partly truth. Marko brought you here, you didn't know where you were. Was there a desert, a cliff, or some bad neighborhood - you didn't know. Maybe it was dangerous outside, you just didn't see it. That fact doubled the danger.

"You killed my friends..." You mumbled. Marko murmured something and sat on the bed. In a second you were on his laps, your hands instinctively clasping his shoulders.

"Were they your friends, doll? I thought friends are supposed to help and support each other. Didn't they laugh at you? Didn't they joke about your beautiful eyes?" You sighed. He was right about that too. They laughed at you, they thought they were better and it's funny - to scare you or jump at you. Marko did that too, he was little shit, but... It was different. Hard to explain, but from him it wasn't like evil thoughts, it was more fun.

"They did. But they were my friends! And what if you..."

"Kill you?" You could hear fun in his voice. You nodded shyly, even though he interrupted you. It was easier when he said something you couldn't bring up. "Don't be silly, sugarface. If I wanted to kill you, why would I feed you and care for you?" His hands lowered on your thighs, but you managed to keep your heartbeat at bay and not give out your tension.

"To play with me and have some fun?" You asked unsurely.

"Do I look like Paul to you?" Marko laughed. You pursed your lips together. You knew he didn't mean to be cruel, he was just forgetful sometimes.

"You look like darkness." You answered quietly. His laugh immediately subdued. Apparently he understood his mistake, but before he added anything, you interrupted. "With nice voice sometimes and soft hair." You could feel your cheeks heat up.

"So you do like my voice!" He kissed you on the nose. You nodded and slowly hugged him, putting your head on his shoulder, still tensed, but slowly relaxing near him.

"I said sometimes..." You sighed. "I just... It's hard for me. I'm sorry if I cause you trouble or anything, but..."

"Hey, what troubles? It's adorable to take care of you. When you are not trying to run away in the direction of Dwayne's nest in a panic." Marko snickered, running his fingers up and down your sides in attempt to make you squirm.

"I heard your arguement with someone. I guess it was David's voice." You said accurately. Marko suddenly got more stiff, but he immediately hugged you tighter.

"There's nothing for you to worry about, doll. It's my problem, not yours." He kissed you on the temple, making you shiver a bit. "Want something, my cute escaper-wannabe?"

"Actually... I have one request." You nodded, lifting your head and sighing. You tried to phrase it carefully, but couldn't find the right words for it. "I want to see your face. Well... Not see as you understand it, because obviously I can't, but still... Can I touch your face?" You blurted out, knowing that you blushed for sure. Marko was silent. And he was very still. For a second you started panicking. Did you say something wrong? Or something you shouldn't have?

"You really are something..." He mumbled, but you still heard it. His hands moved to take yours and place them on his cheeks. You breathed out shakily and carefully moved fingers on his face.

He had very smooth and soft skin. It was very cold but apparently it was due to him not being... Human (you still didn't know what he was and honestly weren't sure if you wanted to know). He closed his eyes, as you felt his lashes shiver a bit. Big eyes, slim nose... Your mind tried to piece everything together and imagine him in your mind.

When your fingers slowly traced lower, you licked your lips nervously. He had soft lips, not very plump, but very accurate, and you could feel the smirk forming under your fingertips.

"So... Am I beautiful?" He asked quietly with a soft giggle. You pursed your lips together, thinking about your answer. And then decided to just do what you wanted. You leaned closer to him, quickly pecking his lips with yours.

"You are." You smiled weakly, when suddenly he kissed you deeply. His hands grasped your t-shirt and pressed you into him with force. You only managed to whine into the kiss before your emotions and feelings completely took you over.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, there was some noise in your ears and you barely kept up with Marko, tugging at his jacket just to get him to stop. Only for a second. When he stopped, you panted, breathing heavily, your face was flushed, and you couldn't keep your thoughts together.

"You keep amazing me, doll." Marko whispered to you and kissed you again, but this time quicker. He put you on the bed, laying beside you and hugging you tightly once again.

You were supposed to hate him. He killed your friends. He kidnapped you. He didn't let you out of here and did what he wanted with you. But he called you soft names. He didn't hurt you. He brought you some records to listen to. He cared for you. You couldn't help but feel safe here. Was it that Stockholm Syndrome? Maybe.

"What's going to happen? Will you keep me here forever? I can't stay locked up here." You mumbled, knowing that he, with his perfect hearing, would understand your words.

"And why not, doll? You are mine!" Marko laughed and kissed your cheek. You bit your lip, shutting your further words. He wasn't going to listen to you. You could only accept this for now.

***

"If you step further, you would fall down the stairs." Deep voice made you jump and squeal in surprise.

"Is it your hobby? Scaring people?" You sighed, calming your heartbeat. Anyone could hurt you in this place but if the danger was real, you would be hurt long before that moment.

"I mean... We hunt people, does that count?" The voice answered, still from the same distance. At least he wasn't trying to grab you, like Marko.

"Bad joke. You... Dwayne, right? Sorry if not, I rarely hear your voice..."

"You got me right." The boy answered. "What are you doing out here? Marko wouldn't be pleased to find out that you escaped his nest again."

"Marko is always whining anyway." You heard little laugh. "i just... I am tired of sitting in one place. I want outside. And he doesn't listen."

There was silence. For a second you thought that you were left alone. And you had to blindly search for the exit or for the way back before Marko came back. But then you felt cold fingers on your wrist and shivered from the contrast. Dwayne silently tugged you somewhere, quietly warning about steps or being careful overall.

When fresh, cool breeze hit you in the face, you breathed out with relief. You smiled a bit, hearing ocean waves. You were near the water, now you understood that. Just a bit of fresh air got you almost back to your feelings and thoughts.

"We can stay here for a bit before others come back." Dwayne said, letting you go. He was near, so you wouldn't escape, but you didn't even try. If Marko could fly, Dwayne will catch you with ease.

"Why does he need me? I am helpless girl. Why didn't he..."

"We ask him that sometimes." His answer made you shiver for some reason. If his friends or... Brothers didn't know his reasons, how would you know that? But at least it was honest. "He loves to pick up some wounded animals, or stuff he thinks cute."

"Yeah, he showed me his birds." You still were surprised that pigeons listened to him, you even missed the part where Dwayne put you in comparison with pets.

"We thought you were one of his whims. Pets he would play around and throw away. But you managed to struck some cord in him." You almost felt Dwayne's stare on you. "He won't let you go. He really cherish you, so... Don't hurt him. Or we would have completely another talk." His tone lowered for a tone, and you nodded. You didn't need to see him to know what Dwayne meant.

"Can we go closer to the water, please? I like the sound of waves." You were ready for cold fingers on your wrist this time.

***

"One more time and Marko would tie you to the bed, so he wouldn't get jealous with us." Bright voice, funny and full of life. You almost didn't jump from the surprise. Almost.

"One more time and I would think that he is using you like my babysitters." You answered, finding the couch by touch.

"Can you blame him? You are like blind kitten. Cute, helpless and in need of constant help." His laugh is loud. Definitely Paul. You winced and sat on the couch.

"If I got paid every time you call me an animal..." You sighed tiredly, hearing giggle. There was some shuffling and sounds of moving and then thin finger pocked at your side couple of times. "Ouch! What are you doing?"

"Trying to understand why he likes you so much."

"If you find the reason, tell me, please, because I have no idea." You scoffed, covering your sides with your hands, so Paul couldn't poke you again.

"Oh, you grew some claws living in here! I like it." He giggled, sitting very close to you.

"You have to at least have some claws if you can't see the danger." You were too tired to argue with him. Suddenly the boy laughed and something got into your face. Apparently, hair. "What?"

"I imagined blind bear. Or wolf. Who doesn't know where it's going, but still trying to claw someone." He continued laughing, almost falling onto you. He was... Very loud and energetic, you thought. His laugh even made you smile a bit, even if he was laughing at your eyes.

"You are strange." You finally said, getting used to the weirdness of this place already.

"You are too. You somehow got Marko to fawn over you." Paul's emotions changed constantly. The second before he was laughing full-volume. Now he was calm. You furrowed your brows, not understanding how you should act. "It's no fun anymore, he is always around you now." And now he was whining. You got completely lost.

"If you can manage to get him off of my back and again with your "fun", I would be glad."

"Silly. Do you understand that if he wouldn't need you, he would kill you?" Paul scoffed and his head layed down on your laps. "I heard blinds are good with their hands, braid my hair, cutie." You sighed. You had nothing better to do, so you obeyed.

***

"I would advice him to tie you down." At this point you didn't even shudder, getting used to sudden voices from nowhere.

"You all have a thing for scaring me and promising to keep me tied down, huh?" You just wondered around, being completely tired of nothing to do. No books, one and the same music... And Marko, who went away every other day.

"If I wanted to scare you, you would be crying." Oh, that was new, as the voice was in another place. You adjusted the sleeves as the attempt to calm yourself.

"You must be David." You sighed, putting hands before you. There should be the wall before you, so you could build your way from it, knowing this cave a bit more with every new day, with every new step.

"Wonderful recognition." He sounded sarcastic, but in another place now. You lowered your head, trying not to think about this boy, who tried to scare you. "Why did he pick you?"

"Maybe you ask him and not me, damn it?! You all ask me that, when I didn't ask about it!" You screamed, finally having enough. "You killed my friends, kidnapped me. You are holding me down there, like some pet! I am not a animal, nor I am a toy, I am a human, so I don't know why Marko chose me, I have no idea, just leave me alone!" You whimpered at the end of your speech, but it echoed back. Maybe he left? That would be for the better, you could sulk alone. You wouldn't hope for that, these boys had a thing for teasing you and staying close.

You slowly walked forward, counting your steps, before you understood that you turned a bit more left than it was needed. You held in yourself your whimper after the burst of emotions and stepped to the right, slowly getting to some table with glass on it.

"It just amazes me." You shuddered now, as the voice was right behind your back. "That he took you in, not knowing anything about you. He doesn't love you. But he does care for you. It's new."

"You sound like you know the reason." You whispered, not turning into his direction. David sounded more dangerous than others, but maybe he had answers you craved for.

"I had my guess. But for the first time I was wrong. No, you are not his mate. It's not about blood." David took the strand of your hair in his fingers, twisting it a bit. You just stood there still. "It's about something different."

"What are you talking about..." Blood, mates... Were they vampires? Your head ached from sudden wave of thoughts. The boy didn't answer anything, just added more questions.

The answer wasn't there. David was silent for a while. He stood behind you and at some point you felt his cold breath on your shoulder. You shivered, not knowing what woul happen next. But he pulled away, still staying near you, though.

"Are you like that from birth?" He asked suddenly. You furrowed your brows, slowly turning to David after being given some space.

"What... Yes, I was born blind, if you talk about that." You knew he stayed right in front of you, as you smelled the tobacco very strongly.

"Just wondering how you would end up." He scoffed to some thoughts of his.

"Stop talking riddles!" You exclaimed, but there was no one before you. Not anymore. You didn't even hear the sound of a step or anything. Just gone in a second. Fooled again.

***

"Your friends are gonna be the death of me." You mumbled, knowing that these were Marko's steps that you heard growing closer. His laugh was your answer. You stopped brushing your hair, knowing that peaceful minute was over now.

"Geez, I hope not!" He plopped on the bed, taking your hand and giving you something that felt like glass of something. "Milkshake. I was at the Boardwalk, decided to get you some, it's strawberry."

"Thank you." You smiled weakly, putting your comb away. You didn't drink from it though, just thinking. Cold hands on your shoulders got you out of your thoughts.

"Why so sad, doll?" Marko sat behind you, putting his head on your shoulder and hugging you.

"I'm not sad, I'm just... Thinking." You answered, already used to his hands being on you almost every time he was close. "About everything. About future. What would you do with me."

"Again?" Marko groaned and let you go. According to the sound, he layed on his bed, sighing heavily. "You always think so much!"

"Because I am worried. Marko, I don't know who you are. You kill people, you were in blood, I know that. You smell sometimes like it too. You kidnapped me, don't let me go, when you sleep it's impossible to wake you up, you flew, for god's sake!" You exclaimed, jumping from the bed. "I need to understand what is going on. I... I grew fond of you, I can't deny it. But I want to know what is going on... I am living in the darkness, don't leave me in it deeper!"

You got quieter to the end of your speech. You didn't know whether or not he would understand your feelings. But you hoped for it. You couldn't go further without having a clear view of what was going to happen. It was too chaotic and unknown for you. You heard some shuffling and felt his cold fingers on your hands.

"I'm a vampire. Sorry, I didn't even realize I hadn't said that." You heard him scoff. "I didn't think you worry so much, doll. I guess living with four other crazy people made me this way." He tried to joke, but you still felt a bit tensed up and worried. "Let's do this... You ask me any question and I will answer!"

"Honestly?"

"I promise to try." He made you sit on the bed again. You smiled weakly. He wasn't a prince of your dreams, definitely not. But his interest in you saved your life. If you could work it out, maybe it was worth it.

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The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes

Part 2, because I like it

Part 1 here

Paul after trying Dwayne's cooking: If this sauce was a person, I'd get naked and make love to it!

Marko: Well, I am stunned!

Nobody:

Marko: Just stunned!

Literally nobody:

Marko: Stunned is the only way to describe how... stunned I am!

David: Just a minute, just a minute, Marko. Are you trying to tell us... That you are stunned?

Paul: You got nothing to fear, but fear itself.

Laddie: ...

Paul: And, of course, the boogeyman.

Dwayne: There is no such word as that.

Marko: There certainly is.

Dwayne: Disdam is not a word. You made it up.

Marko: It's a word!

Dwayne: Fine. Use it in a sentence.

Marko: You are no good at disdam game!

Marko: Paul, let's go!

Paul: *sleeps*

Marco: Come on, Paul. Let's go!

Paul: *still sleeps*

Marko, imitating woman voice: Paul, wake up, my husband will be home any minute.

Paul: *wide awake*

David: This is strictly off the record, but Michael is nearly five years younger than I am.

Dwayne: In what, David, dog years?

Paul, excited about his new date: However, I have decided to overlook that minor detail and succumb to the Vesuvius of passion that is about to erupt from me.

Marko: Stand back. We're gonna get something on us.

Paul: For the first time in my life I feel over 40.

David: Because you are over 70.

After fight with the hunters

Dwayne: *pulls arrow from Marko*

Marko: OW! OW! OH!

Nervous Paul: Did that hurt?

Marko: No, I'm singing rock-'n'-roll.

When Star comes to visit

David: So, did you bring the young chippy with you?

Dwayne: David, come on, you are talking about her husband.

Star: Thanks.

Dwayne: So, did you bring the himbo?

Grown Laddie: This reminds me of when I was little. You used to tell me bedtime stories .

Paul: Oh yeah, yeah. The Bogeyman and the little boy.... The Zombie in the hamper.... Cannibal parents...

Laddie: I don't believe I had more than two hours of sleep in that time.

David: I love all the members of my coven.

Star: Even Paul?

David: Sure. But don't tell him. He'll wanna borrow money

Marko: I decided to give every one of you a gift, hope you will like it!

David: But these are my gloves, I thought I lost them at the Boardwalk.

Marko: I told you that you lost them. They matched this crop-top.

Paul: This is my crop-top!

Marko: I know, it goes great with...

Dwayne: My leather jacket.

Marko: Well, enjoy! *happily walking away*

Paul: I wonder if he has seen my leather belt.

Dwayne: You know I haven't been able to find my flag...

David: Come on, it's time to go search his nest again.

Dwayne to Star: Honey, beware of anyone who says "No calories", "Absolutely no charge", and "Let's just lie down on the bed and watch tv".

Michael, leaving: Well, I'm off!

David: Totally.

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Hi, could you please do something with poly!lost boys and an s/o who has depression? I've been feeling down lately and I need my vamp boys to cheer me up :(

Hey, anon! I know it's been a while but I hope you feel better! And if this can cheer you up even a little bit - I am happy c:

Take care of yourself, be safe and remember to take some rest

Poly!Lost Boys x Depressed!Reader

This can go two different ways.

The first one is - you are just feeling down. In that case expect a lot of attention. Dates, movies, snacks, jokes, games... Sex. Anything to get your mood up.

David would talk to you about anything. Shittalk about your friends or surf nazis from the Boardwalk, discussion about your work or study, just anything. He could and would hypnotize anyone to get into your favourite cafe or to watch any movie you want to. If you just want to get your mind off of something - he would distract you with many stories about guys, himself and their past. And if you just want to cuddle - he would lay down with you in his nest for however long you want to.

Dwayne is all about listening to you. He is the perfect one when it comes to advices or just accepting information. Have no one to rant your frustrations to? He is here, crawling into your window with snacks for you to eat, while you tell him about your day. Need advice on something? He let you sit near him on the Boardwalk and listens carefully to help you with questions in hand. Crying from exhaustion? He is already making you bath with your favourite scented candles and bath bombs and making your favourite dish. He is all for comforting you.

Paul is on duty! Music? Dances? Cuddles? Make-out sessions for half an hour without stop? He is on it. He tries anything to distract you from your sadness. The second you walk into the cave, his attention is on you. His hands are on you, he had already turned the music on and swirling you to dance with him. If you want to, he can share some weed with you, but even without it he is pretty distracting on his own. Never letting you go, never letting you stay sad. If you want to - he would beat himself - he hates your frown a lot and he loves your smile too much to just let you be sad.

Marko has only one question. Is anyone behind your bad mood? If there is some little shit who is responsible for your gloomy attitude - he is dead meat. Marko isn't joking around and he is ready to kill whoever. Other than that he is dragging you to some arcades or rides - if you are high on adrenaline, it is hard to be sad. He is taking you to fly across the town, drive fast, dare you to swim you to the limit of your abilities. And on the contrary if you are more on a calm wave - he takes you to his pigeons, he draws with you, he makes whatever you want to in a calm speed.

Similar, but not the same thing if you really in depression.

Depression is worse because it requires not just temporary mood lifting, but serious help and support. And sometimes they can't help you by themselves.

David is great in reminding you to take care of yourself. Even if you don't notice it, he is taking care of you. Offering you a glass of water or ordering another portion of fries for you. Cuddling with you to make you rest. Or offer to swim with you to help you wash you hair and body. Massage to relax you. Or ordering boys to clean your room. You can ask him of anything. And if you are too shy to ask - he just reads your wishes, even if superficially - it helps him to understand you and your thoughts better.

Dwayne reminds you of medicine. He is very attentive to you and unlike other boys, he knows that medicine and doctors - aren't to play with. He knows and understands that human body is so much more fragile than vampire's, including mental state. So he knows that even if they support you fully in any question - you may need professional help. He watches your state almost discreetly, but still he notices when you are in another episode of depression and irrational sadness or apathy. He offers you some of the options of doctors and helps you choose the better one of them.

Paul, if I were to be honest, probably feels a bit helpless. He want to help too - he just doesn't know how. Dwayne tells him that you need a doctor, David helps you by taking care of you, Marko talks with you and he just doesn't understand. Paul doesn't understand that his usual ways of raising your mood won't work, and he tries and tries again and again. In the end he just comes to you and hug you and... That works. You feel more rested, when you are cuddling with him and even smile at him (and he knows it's not acting). So he lets you hug him and cry out into him all of your worries if you have any. He is the best cuddle buddy.

Marko is more or less on the sidelines. He talks to you, he watches you, but he is very accurate near you. He knows he can be rather emotional or rude or angry, so he tries to control this too. He doesn't know a lot about your condition, only what Dwayne tells him about, but what he knows - is enough for him. He knows what it's like to have so much thoughts and emotions inside that it hurts. But if he can let it go on hunts - you can't. So he speak with you, when he notices your eyes or smell changes. You don't know how, but he just sense it before you even think about anything painful. He doesn't let you hurt yourself. Even if you need to hurt him instead - he would heal. You wouldn't.

All in all, no matter if it's just bad day and bad mood or something more serious - they are your support group. They can look like pretty laid back people (vampires) that don't like excessive troubles, and it is true. But you are theirs. They chose you to be with them. You are part of their coven. And they look out for each other, going out of their way to do so. They want you to feel better, to be with them forever and to know that you are not alone.

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