I used to write quite a bit on other apps but then I stopped out of embarrassment. Now that I'm older and dgaf about what people think, I've decided to get back into writing! I used C.AI for a while but I saw the harm of AI and realized how hypocritical I was being by saying I'm against AI and then using it. So, I've decided to start writing again, giving back to the communities I threw to the wolves by using AI. I would love some requests to help me get started!
I only will write MLM or gender-neutral for reader x character!!
I am willing to write straight or lesbian ships if requested! Nsft requests are welcome but I prefer swf ones just because I'm better at writing them.
Masterlist here!
Fandoms I write for:
Date everything
The Hanks
Volt + Eddie
Cam (my husband)
Johnny Splash
Tony
Daemon
Freddy
Stefan
Skips/xxXShadowl0rd420Xxx
Timothy timepiece
Dunk
The lost boys
David
Dwayne
Marko
Paul
Michael
Star
The phantom of the opera
Erik Destler (the phantom for the movie and musical)
CEric (phantom of the opera 1990)
RDR2
Arthur
Charles
Kieran
Sean
Hosea
Dutch
Marybeth
The outsiders
Darry
Dally
Two-Bit
Steve
Cherry
Marcia
Dispatch
Sonar/Victor
Robert Roberson |||
Flambae
Misc
Rusty Nail (joyride movies)
Bill and Ted
Karl Heisenberg (RE8)
Hannibal
Tate Frost (Frostbite/Purple)
Norman Bates (1960 psycho)
Billy and Stu (scream)
Bucky Barnes
PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS!!! ANY AND ALL ARE APPRECIATED!
I’m trying to find a way to merge my bucky ideas and my tlb ideas…
army/40s bucky finding a werewolf somewhere, maybe wounded I love a recovery fic
maybe its like a first transformation kind of thing just guys having a terrible time and needs an army boy to nurse him back to health
as always love your writing and do with this what you wish
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I LOVE BUCKY BARNES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wolfman
-1940s!Bucky Barnes x Male!Werewolf!reader
-Werewolf, Bucky's the best boyfriend, comfort, bathing, naked reader
word count: 0.7k
a/n: I wrote this when i was really tired, can you tell i wanted to sleep cuddled up with buckyy?
Bucky had never, ever, in a million years, imagined he’d find you like this. He wasn’t much of a conspiracy theorist, believing in real, hard facts more than things you’d see in movies but his views were shattered when he found you in Central Park on a full moon, turned into a werewolf.
He stayed back at first, watching you in shock as you paced on wobbly legs that couldn’t decide if they wanted to be bipedal or quadruped. He wasn’t even sure if what he was seeing was real or not but he decided he probably should leave before things got bad. You let out a whine though, before he could walk away, making him turn back. You hadn’t seen him but you could smell him and when it started to move, you panicked. He hesitated, it was almost morning so you’d be changing back soon and who knows what would happen if someone found you like this. With a soft sigh, he called your name, praying he wouldn’t regret this.
You turned, staring at him with dark, wolf eyes. He instantly regretted his decision as you slowly creeped towards him. He felt like prey, like any second you’d lunge for his neck, but you didn’t. Gently, like you were scared you were gonna hurt him, you pressed your forehead against his chest, leaning into him with a whine. Bucky held his breath for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. “It’s alright, big guy, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He assured you. You nuzzled his chest in response.
He stayed like this with you until it was almost unbearable, he was a soldier but standing in one place with a big puppy in your arms for an extended period of time would drive anyone insane. Just when he was about to try and move, you did first. You let out a quiet growl that turned to a dull groan as your body shifted, becoming smaller again as the thick fur shedded off of you in big clumps. Bucky held you steady but gave you room to transform back, catching you when you finally passed out. You were a mess, dirty, naked, and so exhausted he had to check your pulse to make sure you were still alive. He dealt with the biggest issue first, shrugging off his army jacket and putting it on you. He would have preferred not getting his uniform dirty but you needed it more than him. Carefully, he picked you up, carrying you all the way from Central Park to his apartment. He purposely took alleyways and empty streets when he could to keep your situation somewhat private.
When he got to his apartment, he immediately put you in the tub. It filled with warm water as he crouched beside you, keeping his eye on you. He watched as your eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep as you asked, “Bucky?” in a hoarse voice. He smiled slightly, happy to see you awake and human. “Hey, you doin’ alright, wolfman?” He teased, trying to make the situation a little better. You grinned, letting out a tired giggle. “‘M fine… tired, so, so, so tired…” You murmured. Bucky nodded, “I can imagine.” He said, taking a washcloth and gently cleaning your face. He could see a deep bite mark on your bicep and made the connection of what it was, yet didn’t say anything.
“How about this,” Bucky began, letting you rest your head on his hand as you looked up at him with exhausted eyes, “I’ll help you finish taking a bath and then you can go right to bed, alright?” You nodded but grabbed Bucky’s arm before he could keep cleaning you. “You’ll stay with me, right? While I sleep?” You mumbled, grip weak on Bucky’s arm. He nodded, leaning down and kissing your forehead, “Always, baby.”
also just checking cause ik before you were gone tumblr was eating a bunch of your asks, did you ever get the army bucky with werewolf ask I sent awhile ago?
I need, need, need some ftm!David x ftm!reader in my life, preferably nsfw but I'll let you decide. I was thinking of David comforting the reader because they're confused why David has been a little hands-off since they joined the relationship (just because that's just how he is, that voyer freak,) and David finally opens up about his transition to the reader.
I've been lurking on your posts for awhile because you're my favorite fanfiction author and finally requesting without anon. Thank you so much!!!
Hey guys, how have things been? Im gonna pretend i didnt take a months long hiatus and not tell anyone...
''I'm Sorry''s
-Ftm!David x Ftm!reader (Implied Poly!Lost Boys)
-Hurt/comfort, stealth David, insecurity, sex mention, implied sex at the end
Word Count: 0.8k
a/n: hey everyone, whats going on?? i got a new laptop!!!
You weren’t insecure about sex, actually the opposite. You had a lot of sex since joining the boys! Great sex, amazing sex. Despite the amazing, sexy vampire sex you were having, something still weighed on you. David. He was hot and controlling in a sexy way but he’d been weirdly hands off. He usually would watch while you had sex with Paul, Dwayne, and/or Marko. At first, you didn’t mind much, some people just got more enjoyment out of watching then doing but insecurity grew. Dwayne would make a teasing comment about David in the bedroom or Paul would offer to give David a blowjob if he bought him something. So, David did have sex, just… not with you. It hurt and left you looking for answers.
You started to close yourself off from David. When he’d offer you a ride with him, you’d simply tell him you were riding with Marko or Dwayne or even Paul. He wasn’t stupid and obviously noticed, all of the boys did, but he didn’t do anything yet. He gave you space, hoping that would help, unfortunately, that only fed more into your insecurities.
David finally spoke to you after he had found you crying. You had stayed in the cave while the boys went out for a ride and to get some dinner. David knew this and had quietly also stayed behind, knowing he had to be honest with you even if he didn’t like it. When he approached your ‘room’, which was more of a bed in the corner of the cave with some of your stuff, he could instantly hear the soft sobs coming from you. It made him feel something he had felt in a long time, maybe guilt or regret?
You jumped at the feeling of a gloved hand touching your shoulder, a soft “Hey.” following. Immediately you turned, wiping away your tears as you faced David. “Uh, hey..” you murmured, avoiding David’s icy blue eyes. He was quiet, not usual for him, but he was also uncertain, like he didn’t know what to say. Instead of speaking, he sat down next to you, running a hand through his hair before pulling out a cigarette and offering it to you. You hesitantly accepted, letting him light it for you before you took a puff from it. “What did I do?” David asked, finally breaking the silence after lighting his own cigarette. It was your turn to be quiet now as you stared at the bed. You didn’t know how to put what you were feeling into words, you were hurt and anxious yet also angry and bitter. You wanted David to say he loved you and that you were the most handsome boy in the world yet at the same time you wanted to tell him that he was the worst and needed to get better communication skills.
“I’m sorry.”
The sentence hung heavy in the air, something David didn’t say very often. You turned to look at him finally, swallowing back anything you had planned to say. He stared back with understanding eyes, the blue losing their iciness for the first time ever. You had forgotten that vampires could do the whole mindreading thing and kind of felt bad about thinking of yelling at David. He wasn’t upset though, just waiting for your response. “It’s not your fault, I mean, It is but…” The rest of your words died in your throat as you sighed. “Is it because of me? Because I’m trans?” You asked, your words breaking something in David. “No, absolutely not.” He said with such certainty that part of you believed him.
He hesitated before speaking again, the words not wanting to leave him but he forced them out anyway, “I’m trans.” You stared, lost for a moment. David? The cool, tough, manly, vampire David was trans? “I knew you’d accept me and everything but I didn’t want how you viewed me to change. I guess it’s kinda stupid now but sex just seemed like too much.” You understood him completely, even felt bad now for this whole situation but you still had doubts. “But, you have sex with the other boys?” You questioned, insecurity getting the best of you. “Yeah, and I’ve known them for 50 years.” He laughed softly, making the tension ease up. You smiled for the first time during the conversation, laughing softly with him. “Right.”
“You feel better now?” He asked, going back to his normal teasing tone and iciness. You nodded, putting out your forgotten cigarette on an ashtray. When you leaned over, David pressed a kiss to your cheek, grinning as he leaned back, “Y’know I love you, you don’t need to doubt it.” You blushed, smiling shyly as David cupped your face. “Maybe I need to prove how much I love you?” He murmured, letting one of his hands drift down your thigh.
So i really love how you write for the Lost Boys and that you write for ftm people too is like really amazing!
My request would be: Trans reader with David and Michael, who wears his binder way over the 8 hours because of dysphoria and Michael and David get him into taking a break.. smut would be cool if that gets included but something sweet and wholesome of course too!
Thank you in advance!! :3
Thank you!! And yay! I love new requesters!!!
Good cop, bad cop
♤ Michael Emerson and David x ftm!reader
♧ comfort, binding too long, dysphoria, cuddling, slightly pervert Michael and David
Word count: 0.7k
A/N: not proof read!!
A gentle tap on your window caught your attention. The sun had just set so you had a pretty good guess of who was trying to get your attention. Of course, you were right. Outside your window, floating in the air, was David and, a much more wobbly, Michael. You opened the window with a smirk, just staring at the two knowing neither could enter unless invited.
"Hey, babe."
Michael murmured, gripping the window sill so he could stay semi stable. You glanced to David who rolled his eyes.
"Can we come in or are you gonna be an asshole?"
You laughed at David's short tempered response before backing up.
"Fine, you can come in but I'm kicking you out if you keep being mean to me."
Michael quickly pulled himself in, stumbling onto the floor as David gracefully entered without issues. You helped Michael up with a slight giggle. He gave you a look, cheeks red with embarrassment, as he on the edge of your bed. David joined him, grinning slightly.
"He's still getting used to it."
David teased, making Michael roll his eyes.
"I can tell."
You added with a smirk as he walked to your closet. You didn't have plans on going out, and since David and Michael came to you, you assumed they didn't either. So, you changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. You could feel David and Michael's eyes on your as you changed your pants.
"Perverts."
You said, shooting them a look. Michael chuckled and looked away but David stared at you, accepting the title if it meant he got to see you.
You turned your back to both David and Michael as you changed your shirt. A rush of anxiety washed over. Sure, both Michael and David had seen you with your shirt off and with your binder off but it still felt terrifying. Especially since lately, you had been super dysphoric which led to you wearing your binder way too long. You knew Michael and David both noticed by the eerie silence that filled the room.
"Don't you wanna get comfortable? It's just us."
Michael said, trying to soft launch you taking a break from your binder.
"I am comfortable."
You murmured, shrugging him off as you pulled on your sleep shirt quickly. When you looked back at Michael, he was frowning slightly with those big brown eyes staring at you. David stared at you unamused, trying to be the bad cop but worry was visible on his face.
"You sure? Nothing wrong with taking a break."
Michael tried again, glancing at David for support.
"You can hurt yourself bad from not taking breaks. That much compression for hours is terrible for your ribs and back."
David added, trying to uses facts to scare you. You sighed, already knowing that. You were stupid and yeah, taking off your binder would be a lot more comfortable but it also came with a vulnerability you couldn't handle.
"I know."
You grumbled, laying on your bed with Michael and David still staring at you.
"Then take it off."
David said sternly but when you looked at him, his face was gentle. You stared at him for a moment, hesitating before sitting up.
"Fine."
You murmured. You turned away from them, taking off your shirt, and then your binder. Once it was off, you quick put your shirt back on. You felt wrong having it off.
"Happy?"
You snapped, even though you knew Michael and David were just trying to help you. You sighed, mumbling an apology before either could speak.
"I- I'm sorry. I'm being a dick. It's just hard, y'know."
You murmured, sitting back down on the bed. Michael and David quickly joined you, with Michael wrapping his arm around you.
"Hey, it's alright. You gotta take care of yourself though. You're a man, and we would really like it if you were a man without bad problems."
Michael joked, kissing your cheek. You laughed softly. David rested his hand on your back, staying quiet for a moment before speaking.
"This is a one time offer, never ask again because I will say no but— wanna back rub?"
David offered with the seriousness of a dying man. You grinned, know you were his soft spot. You didn't tease him though, not wanting to lose his offer, just nodded with a grin.
Not a write request but I felt like getting your opinion, for a birthday party in 2 ish months the theme of fancy dress is movies or tv and i want to go as one of the lost boys but im weighing up whether i should go film accurate or use the patch projects I’ve been making to make my own spin on it .
Just wanted you opinion lol ?
I'd say make your own spin on it!! I think the idea will get across as long as you're dressed punk (or use the patch projects you already have) and have some vampire mixed in there like fangs, fake blood, bite marks, ect.
Hey! I sent a request a few weeks ago for poly!lost boys x ftm!reader but I think tumblr ate it
Basically the request was the lost boys have known reader for a few weeks as friends and the don’t know that reader is trans, so when it slips out that he’s trans in some way he totally freaks out because y’know the gender norms of the 80s, but they don’t and they comfort him by bringing him back to the cave for either cuddles and kisses or gentle sex.
There was more in my original request but I’m lazy rn
Thanks in advance if you do this, I love your writing so much
A/N: couldn't focus at all while writing this so sorry its short!!
"Go fish."
Paul said with a smirk, leaning back against the couch like he'd just won the entire game. Marko groaned as he set his cards down.
"We aren't playing fucking go fish you dipshit."
Marko replied, shaking his head. Paul just kept smirking, as if waiting for something.
"I call your bluff."
He said proudly, making you laugh as Marko threw his cards at Paul.
"So, I win?"
Marko rolled his eyes as he pulled a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket. Dwayne collected the cards back up, shuffling them before pulling them back into their deck.
Game night with the boys was always interesting. Usually no one actually won because everyone was cheating but it was still fun, and tonight was the first time you joined them. The boys had their eyes on you for a while and after becoming friends with you, they decided to bring you to the cave.
"They're gonna fight for the rest of the night, enjoy the show."
Dwayne said, not even fliching as Paul jumped on top of Marko and they started wrestling on the floor. You just laughed, moving out of their way.
"I'm used to it. I grew up with two brother, and being the only girl I-"
You stopped speaking, staring wide-eyed as you realized what you just let slip. Your heart raced, something all of the boys immediately noticed. Paul and Marko stopped wrestling, staring at you now.
"I-I mean, sorry, I meant, uh..."
You stammered over your words, trying to find an excuse as panic rose in you. You wanted to run away and never look back but you got snapped out of your panic by David.
"Hey, calm down. We don't care about stuff like that."
He said, his cool voice soothing your worries. Marko chimed in, sitting next to you.
"Yeah, I don't know if you can tell but we're not exactly straight."
He said sarcastically, making you chuckled softly.
"Yeah? You guys really don't care that I'm... y'know... trans?"
You were almost scared to say the word but the boys reaction, or lack there of, calmed you.
"Of course. You're a man to us and a hot one too."
Paul added, a flirty grin spread across his face. You blushed but rolled your eyes, trying to brush off the butterflies in your stomach but Paul was persistent.
"Aw, he's blushing."
He teased, getting closer to you. Marko and Dwayne didn't help either, practically pinning you between them.
"Do you want this, baby?"
Dwayne asked, giving you an out if you wanted it. You nodded your head, a small smile on your face. Oh, you wanted this.
Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a lost boys fic where it’s ftm!autistic!readers birthday (because it’s my birthday on the 28th) and he’s at the boardwalk crying cuz his family all got him feminine things cuz they don’t accept the fact that he’s trans? And maybe reader dresses in a very thrash metal style, like leather or battle jacket(like Marcos), band shirts, wallet chain, ect. kinda like James Hetfield or smth (totally not because that’s how I dress :p)
Obviously you can ignore this if you’d like!
P. S could it be a bit Paul centered?
Happy late birthday!!!
Birthday boy
♤ The Lost Boys x ftm!autistic!reader
♧ comfort, transphobic family, birthdays, crying, pda, Paul centered
Word count: 0.9k
A/N: I really like how this turned out!
You never liked your birthday. The attention on you always felt like too much and your family, being your family, went out of their way to give you gifts to remind you how they viewed you. This year was no different either. Instead of a band shirt or maybe a cassette tape of your favorite band, they got you a pink sun dress, a white lacy tank top, and pastel colored nail polish. They comments they made to you were even worse as you blocked them out and left without a word. That's how you ended up sitting on a bench at the boardwalk alone on your birthday. You felt pathetic crying in public but your emotions were just too much and before you knew it, warm tears were falling down your cheeks.
Your lonely pity party didn't last long though when Paul sat down next to you. You had half forgotten you told the boys you'd meet them for your birthday so you could actually celebrate it and now Paul had come looking. He didn't give you a look of pity or sadness when he saw you crying, he just sat with you, oddly quiet compared to his usual self.
"Hey, Paul."
You finally murmured after composing yourself.
"Hi, buddy."
Paul didn't ask, knowing the answer already. It was difficult for him to not start yapping at you about anything to try and get your mind off what happened, but he knew what you needed right now.
You sighed, scooting closer to Paul and leaning your head against him. You couldn't careless about any judgmental stares right now, Paul would take care of it if it became an actual problem.
"Where's everyone else?"
You asked softly, watching as people walked by with big smiles, prizes, and food. Paul wrapped his arm around you as he spoke.
"Waiting for me to find you. We all kinda assumed what was gonna happen so we've been waiting for you."
You nodded. The boys stalked constantly, just keeping an eye on you as they would say. You didn't mind.
"Should we get going? I don't want them to worry."
You said, sitting up to see if Paul would follow but he didn't. In fact, he pulled you back down to his side.
"Nah, they be fine."
Paul said, going back to people watching with you. He smelled of weed and cologne, a scent that would give anyone else a headache but you had come to love it. After a beat of silence Paul spoke again, his voice less confident.
"Are you okay? David told me not to ask you and I've been trying but it freaks me out when shit like this happens."
Paul finally looked at you, those puppy dog eyes seering into your soul. You nodded, sighing softly.
"I'm feel better now. It just sucks, y'know? Imagine it's your birthday and all of the boys got you preppy clothes like Polos and shit. None of that's you, it want they want you to be but your not that, and you never will be."
You wiped away tears that had welled up while you were talking. You took a deep breath before looking at Paul.
"I just wanna be with you guys right now."
Paul pulled you into a hug, letting you bury your face into his chest. The fishnet of his shirt tickled your face slightly but you didn't mind.
"That's fine. We definitely can do that, man."
Paul stood up, bringing you with him. He began walking to where you assumed the boys were, him guiding you the entire time. You weren't used to Paul being his gentle and serious but it was really nice.
"Hey, baby."
Marko said as you and Paul approached the boys. He immediately came over to you, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.
"Happy birthday."
Paul handed you off to Marko, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
"Thank you."
You said softly, smiling slightly as the boys surrounded you.
"We know your birthday was shitty so we got you a couple presents."
David announced, holding something behind his back. He gave you his gift first. It was a personalized mixtape with your favorite songs on it, plus a couple he knew you'd like. You took the tape and smiled, it was perfect.
"My turn."
Paul said excitedly, grabbing a gift bag that he left by his motorcycle. You quickly opened it and pulled out a bat stuffed animal. It had fangs, big wings, and was so incredibly soft. Before you could thank anyone, Marko shoved another gift bag in your arms.
"Open mine next."
Marko was buzzing with excitement as you pulled his gift out of the bag. Inside was a leather jacket like Dwayne's but covered in patches and pins, like Marko's. It was amazing. You were so stunned and overwhelmed, you could even get words out to thank Marko before Dwayne handed you his gift, tickets to your favorite band.
"I figured you'd be too overwhelmed tonight so they're for tomorrow night."
You stared at everything, stunned. It was... perfect. It was all things you actually liked and things that felt authentic to you.
"I... thank you..."
You murmured, smiling so hard it hurt. To others, your reaction may have been underwhelming, like you were disappointed, but the boys knew better. They grinned, knowing they blew it out of the park.
"That's not the only gifts you got, if you're feeling up to it?"
Paul offered, a flirty grin on his face. You blushed, nodding as the boys got onto their bikes. Maybe your birthday wasn't so bad.
first request of mine that isnt flambae or sonar buuut. daemon t4t frotting. not sure how itd work since theyre literally a glitch but i had a vision
Guess who back!!!! Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled horny brained fella rambles
In my mind, frotting is Daemon's preferred way to get off. She dislikes penetration on himself and them penetrating you can be a lot especially if they aren't using her fingers or mouth. So frotting is the perfect medium for him!
As for how it actually would feel or work. It feels buzzy, like an old TV or a cold bottle of really fizzy pop, but also at the same time like a dull vibrator. It feels like ten hands are grabbing you as they grind against your dick. You feel engulfed in her. He's mostly quiet with faint moans that sound like tv channels being flipped through. She encourages you to be loud through, purposely making you feel as sensitive as possible.
They exist outside of any binary so sex with him reflects that. Her goal is alway to bring you as much pleasure as possible. Although, he does love to edge, making it impossible for you to cum before suddenly making you have an orgasm like never before. Isn't she sweet?
Had André kept the same name for centuries or has he sometimes taken on a new identity?
André has kept the same name! He's only been a vampire for around 100 years so he's relatively young. Also, he's moved around a lot and only recently moved to Paris (where Mon Chéri takes place)
(+ feel free to ramble about tour vampire worldbuilding if you want to)
ALAJSGDJQN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!
So, vampires have been around since humans have been around. They used to stay on the down low but don't as much anymore mostly because most humans already know about them. The majority of vampires dont come out and say they're vampires but most humans in their towns know from thing like never seeing them in the day, ect.
Vampires also frequently throw lavish parties where they invite both humans and vampires. If you're invited by a vampire, it mostly likely for a snack but there's a chance it cause the vampires are fond of them. Having a vampire be fond of you basically increases your status instantly by providing protection and gaining a reputation.
ok I have a request, can we have a Charles Smith x m reader kinda angst where Charles watched the reader die years ago but when he's up in his cabin in Canada he sees the reader stumbling to him in the dark, like he rose back from the undead and found Charles again. And it would be extremely weird to Charles because he knew FOR SURE that the reader died, I mean the reader died in his arms, and yet here he stands in front of him just dirty with bandages. Idk I was playing Undead Nightmare and thought this would be a cool idea for a zombie reader
Sorry if this is too long a request!
It's not long at all!! In fact, I like longer requests bc it gives me more to work with!
It had been one year since you died. Charles missed you everyday and would do anything to bring you back, but he knew that just wasn't possible. So, he did the only thing he could, he moved on. He moved to Canada and started a life. It was quiet and peaceful, just like the two of you dreamed of and tonight was no different until it was.
Charles was cleaning up after dinner and just about to go to bed when he heard a weak knock at the door. It sounded more like a scratch at the door, like an animal trying to get in. Charles approached the door, his knife in hand, and cracked the door open slightly. His heart dropped as he locked eyes with *you*.
"What the fuck.."
Charles muttered under his breath. He was frozen in place, unable to process what he was seeing.
"Cha... rles..."
You whimpered, a small smile spread across your dirty face. You were covered in dirt, blood and smelled like a rotting animal. Despite all of that, you acted more like a puppy, leaning against the door to try and get closer to Charles.
"How... I..."
Charles didn't even know what to say. Slowly, he opened the door wider, welcoming you in. This pleased you because you practically threw yourself into Charles's arms, nuzzling your face against him. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, remember how he held you like this when you died. You were dead, but you weren't. He pulled away to shut the door, locking it before turning back to you.
"You should take a bath."
He ignored the fucked out natural of the situation and tried to use logic. You were dirty and stunk so the next logical step would to clean you. You didn't say anything, just stare at him with a slight grin.
He took your hand, guiding you to the bathroom where he carefully started taking your clothes off. You weren't much help as you would only stared at him or try to cuddle him. Once you were undressed, Charles really took in the slight of you. Your skin that wasn't covered in blood or dirt was an unnatural gray color and you had deep gashes that littered your skin.
"Charles..."
You said, trying to lean into what Charles assumed was a kiss. He pulled back, gently grabbing your face to keep you at bay.
"Bathe first."
He said sternly despite your pouting. He guided you again, this time into the tub before turning on the water. It was disgusting how quickly the water went from clear to a murky brown. Charles drained the water once before filling it up again to actually start cleaning you. He gently wiped away grime from your skin with a wash cloth, revealing more wounds. He realized that you wounds weren't bleeding despite how deep some of them were. That made he worry about where all of the blood came from but didn't question it out loud, not that you'd give him much of an answer.
"I missed you."
Charles finally spoke as he gently washed your face. You leaned against his hand, letting your eyes flutter closed as Charles spoke.
"I thought you were gone. You... you should be gone but your not."
He muttered, staring at you for a moment. You were as perfect as he remembered. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cold forehead, savoring the moment. He pulled away with a sigh, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.
"We should go to bed."
He said, draining the water for the second time before getting up and grabbing you a towel. He helped you out of the tub and wrapped you in the towel, gently drying you off. He led you to his bedroom and grabbed some of his clothes for you to wear.
"These should fit."
He murmured, helping you get dressed. He eased you into the bed, like second nature, before climbing in himself. You immediately cuddled up to him, smelling his neck and hair.
"Charles..."
You whispered like a prayer. He hushed you, petting your hair gently as he let his eyes shut and his body relax.
waves.... i don't remember the last time i requested!!! this is probably gonna be worded very weirdly (mostly because im tired 💔)
what about the lost boys with a trans!autistic!reader who's extremely prone to panic and anxiety attacks ?? especially when he's being cornered, or surrounded by people
okay so, like let's say the reader hasnt been in Santa Carla for super long, only having moved there about a month ago with his mom, and had just graduated high school. his mom tells him he needs to go out and socialize or whatever, since he's a loner and absolutely hates socializing, (wow, talk about self projection!!!) but he's like, obviously very hesitant, but also doesnt wanna get scolded or anything, so he forces himself to get out of the house!!
but then his anxiety starts kicking in, and he keeps constantly fidgeting with his jewelry, accidentally bumping into people, trying to move through the very large crowd on the boardwalk. while he's too busy trying to find a more secluded spot to hide from all the people, the boys are looking for people to feed on!!
the reader obviously isnt paying attention to his surroundings, and accidentally bumps into the boys, which only makes his anxiety even worse, and he's just panicking really badly at this point. like, on the verge of tears and sorta hyperventilating kind of panic. the boys feel super bad, so David tells the other 3 to go find food, and he stays with the reader to help calm him down!! (using his hypnotizing powers ofc ^_^) so after he finally sorta calms down a little, they take him back to their cave, (mostly to feed off of him, only to help further calm him, not that he cares, hes way too focused on being flirted with by 4 hot vampire bikers), and cuddle him for the rest of the night!! because the next night they all decide that they wanna keep him, and eventually turn him when he's ready.
This was the last place you wanted to be. After recently moving to Santa Carla, your mom though it would be good for you to get out and make some friends and what better place than the boardwalk? You walked through the crowd, already filled the anxiety. It was loud, bright, and had everything you didn't want right now. You contemplated going back home but you were into too deep.
Your hands instinctively reached up to fiddle with your necklace as you tried to find a place that was quiet. One moment to think was all you needed but instead, you got the opposite. People accidentally shoulder checked you which made you run into other people who gave you glares. Murmuring apologize, the need for quiet grew. You stumbled backwards in an effort to escape the noise but tripped over your feet and fell right into a group of people.
"I'm so sorry, I should have been looking, I'm sorry."
You quickly said, panic rising in your chest. You could feel tears of embarrassment welling in your eyes as you looked up at the group. Four punk, bikers who were extremely hot looked down at you with concern in their eyes. The one with a blonde mullet shooed them away, saying something you didn't hear. Gently, he helped you to your feet, looking you up and down.
"You alright?"
He asked, his voice slightly raspy. You nodded despite the tight feeling in your chest and the tears in your eyes.
"I'm David."
The man murmured as he lifted your chin so you were looking at him. David's voice calmed you slightly as he stared into your eyes, the world around you becoming faint.
"Take a deep breath. You're okay."
David said softly. Everything he said felt true, like you were okay. He took a couple of deep breaths with you. You could feel your eyes growing heavy as David hushed you softly. When you opened your eyes again, you were somewhere completely different.
"He's awake."
Another blonde man said, Paul this time. You became more aware of your surroundings and realize you were sat on a couch between two of the men David had shooed away earlier.
"Where am I?"
You asked, confused but feeling better than earlier. David grinned, sitting across from you with a third man next to him.
"Our home, I thought you might like to calm down in a place a little more quiet."
You nodded, not missing the glint of a fang as David grinned. You started to catch on and weren't all that upset. Vampires were hot, for one, and these guys has a chance to kill your earlier and didn't so that eased your fears slightly.
"You feeling better?"
Paul asked you, smoking a cigarette as he lounge next to you but the hunger in his eyes was clear.
"Yeah, thank you guys for bringing me here."
The boys exchanged looks, sly grins on their faces.
"No problem. Do you mind if we take a little reward for helping you out?"
Paul hummed, giving you puppy eyes as he leaned closer to you, pinning you against Dwayne. You squirmed slightly as he leaned into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss before looking at you for confirmation. You nodded to Paul's surprise, making him laugh against your skin.
"I think our boy's into us."
He teased before biting your neck. You flinched at the pain but it quickly subsided, being replaced with a warm feeling. Another sharp pinch on the other side of your neck from Dwayne made you hiss softly before melting into him.
"Fuck..."
You groan softly. Marko and David were now standing next to you, watching while you got fed from.
"Come on, Paul, save some for me."
Marko said, nudging Paul away so he could take his place on your lap. Marko gave you a quick peck on the lips before feeding from you. Dwayne pulled away from your neck but stayed behind you as David took your hand and bit into your wrist.
"You still okay, baby?"
Paul asked, your blood covering his mouth and chin. You nodded slightly, unable to move your head too much with Marko feeding from your neck.
"A little light headed..."
You mumbled. The boys took that to heart and eased off of feeding from you. They didn't just toss you away though, they held on and cuddled you.
"You did good for us."
Dwayne hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. The sweet nothings kept coming as you drifted off to sleep in their arms.
i don't think ive asked anyone else this, but do u write for Max from tlb ??
I don't technically! But, I am willing to write him with the boys/reader as a father figure type or as the villain of the fic. I see Max as able to swing both ways, good or bad, but yeah!
