#david x reader

[weedkill3r]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

THE LOST BOYS X READER ; READER HAVING A NIGHTMARE

[weedkill3r]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ;

❯❯❯❯ Michael

❯❯❯❯ David

❯❯❯❯ Dwayne

❯❯❯❯ Paul

❯❯❯❯ Marko

❯❯❯❯ Star

❯❯❯❯ COMBO

[weedkill3r]

Okay so I requested this on your other page but I'll request it here too, could you write a reader x the lost boys about the reader has a nightmare about the boys turning on them which makes them paranoid so they distance themself from the boys which leads to the boys freaking out cause they think they did something to make the reader is mad at them. They eventually confront the reader, etc...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄

WC ; 3807

TW ; vulgar language, violence, blood.

A/N ; sorry for waiting a month to post this. been surrounded by a lotta loss recently. (dropping my alter ego for a sec, genuinely thank you for being patient.)

the night was quiet—eerily quiet. the kind of quiet that made you want to throw up. the kind of quiet that made you itch.

the abandoned hotel around you, where you spent the majority of your days, felt oddly fuzzy. everything was in place, and everything felt familiar. the paintings on the walls looked like blurs. the disheveled pillars on the ground weren't straight whatsoever, rather being in zigzags. but for some reason, you felt as if that was the least of your worries.

you don't know why you were here in the first place—the boys only hung out in this place around midnight. but, here you were, the early moonlight piercing through the abandoned area. something told you they were here. those gorgeous vampires were nearby, for better or for worse.

"david," you call, hearing your voice bounce against the ancient stone walls. "marko? dwayne, paul?"

"whatcha' yellin' for, babe?"

michael was the last person you thought you would hear, mostly because he was trying to visit his family at every possible moment of dark. but oh boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. you nearly leap at him, tossing your arms around his waist. he blinks down at you, huffing out a laugh.

"michael! where the hell is everyone else?" your projected voice makes him falter for a moment noticeably. "they're never out this long. you—you're usually out longer. is something the matter?"

"slow down, slow down," he laughs, tightening his grip a bit. you weren't gonna complain, you needed the comfort. you shifted slightly to get a better look at him, to make eye contact with him. "david and the boys are fine. they're just… preparing for dessert, you know?"

you squinted up at him, tilting your head. dessert wasn't really something that they went out for. but, laddie was with them, so maybe he wanted some ice cream on the boardwalk. but another part of you realized that they probably would've invited you. so, the question is asked, why the hell are you here?

michaels tight hug made you cough from the lack of oxygen. "michael, you can let go now. i think that we should go out looking for them. i have a bad feeling."

"they're fine, (name)."

"michael—OW! michael, let go of me! that hurts—"

"it'll hurt for now, but the pain'll go away soon."

your heart thunders in your chest. you have so many questions with so little answers. michael was never this cryptic, sure, he was vague sometimes but that didn't connotate what—

a sharp, buzzing… pain sears through the back chunk of your neck. letting out a scream, you desperately try to kick out of michaels hold, which you now realize was keeping you in place, cutting off your oxygen. a statue of trust has now become your grave.

"quit squirmin' babe, c'mon! hold still," you hear a familiar voice whine. marko, who grumbled and murmured half-hearted orders into your ear as he tore through your neck.

michael, and now marko?

you always knew spending all of your time with vampires was a bad idea. hell, you forgot they were creatures of the night sometimes. they seem so unbelievably normal—it was a gut feeling. is this happening to michael, marko, and the others, or is it just them? did you do something wrong? did they just… lose it?

the harsh force on your neck, attributed to marko, was ripped away suddenly.

"marko, you're making a mess."

you shiver from hearing paul's voice, which cuts through the dramatic, hazy, cartoonish drips of your blood onto the dirt.

marko, eyes red and piercing, stare into paul with the attitude of a child. "yeah, right! like you would've done any neater. the last time you tore into a meal like this, you couldn't help yourself!"

meal? am i just some fucking meal now?

"well at least i'm not a hog, man. now back off and give me a turn."

paul shoves marko to the side—something you never imagined would happen a day in your life. they were the closest knit, and aside from the occasional roughhouse for laughs, they never would've gotten violent with each other. what you didn't expect was how viciously the blond tore into the other side of your neck.

the weirdest thing was the fact that it didn't feel painful. all it did was sting. it felt like a harsh pressure digging into you, jabbing at all your nerves, but never burning or making you scream in pain. the only explanation for this had to have been—

the pressure that had built up from pauls stinging bite disappeared slowly when you hear him grunt on the ground.

"you guys tore them up, huh? david isn't gonna be happy."

dwayne strides into the scene, the cause of paul falling down, and moves into your peripheral vision. he frowns, head tilting at you.

dwayne—the same guy that's been your shoulder to cry on, the one that takes care of you like he's known you all his life. the vampire who treats every guy here like a brother by blood. he should be saving you if anything. he should be ripping you out of michaels tight grip and rushing you to a hospital for all of the blood you're losing.

"did you guys leave any spot for me?" he chuckles bitterly, his eyes narrowing on your shoulder. "so selfish."

you cry out when he rips a part of your tops sleeve, something terribly uncharacteristic of him, and dives in monster-form-first to sink his teeth into your shoulder, which was already coated in blood.

despite feeling no pain, tears prick at the corner of your eyes. not because of the blood or the harsh pressure you were feeling—but because these were your boys. the boys you stayed up late with, the boys you hung out with, the boys who recognized you as a person and let you stay regardless of whatever you've done.

screams and cries ripple through your throat, which don't end up coming out, only blood spurting from your mouth, coughing it onto michael and his leather jacket, who only laughs at your horrifying actions.

this was a nightmare—it had to have been. you couldn't move, you couldn't speak, and you could barely breathe.

dwayne sucked the blood out of your shoulder and arm feverishly, sinking his sharp fangs into every inch of your skin. no matter how much you screamed, him and the trio couldn't stop laughing their asses off about your terrible struggle. you could feel your body losing energy rapidly.

while you wanted to believe this was make-believe, it felt so… real. aside from minor details, and how they treat you, the boys were normal—not only that, but you felt their harsh touches and bites. maybe you did something wrong. maybe this was your fate for hanging out with blood-sucking vampires.

"man, sweetheart, you're lookin' worse than usual."

david.

the blood still left in your body went cold, completely frozen up as you looked at him. he was holding a severed arm painted in the sticky maroon liquid, which he brought up to his face and licked. his bleach blond hair glimmered under the cold hiss of the moonlight.

"dwayne," he says, beckoning to the man with his head. a silent sign to tell him to back off.

dwayne, where all credit is due, backs off swiftly, licking his lips and wiping the excess liquid with his leather jacket sleeve. his arms cross, giving david the go-ahead.

all of your blood is practically gone—you're sobbing, you're screaming—but you don't think anything was more terrifying than the way that the blond looked at you. those half-lidded, bulging eyes, that stupid fucking smirk, and those overly long fangs that you were 100% sure did not actually look like that. his vampire form looked much more… dramatic than you last remember it. he leaped down from the ledge of the entrance, slowly sauntering towards you.

"you wanna hear something, (name)?" david began, your eyes glued to his fangs. "you're a fucking meal—"

"not in the hot way either," marko barked out with a laugh, ruining the tension for a slight moment before being glared at by the other four boys in the situation. he coughed awkwardly. "my bad."

"as i was saying… why do you think we keep you around in the first place? you're substance when we can't find enough for the night. just a blood bag."

the quintet of vampires all burst out into laugher and chortles, all which make you deflate with shame. with fear and bitterness.

"you'll live. after all, what good is a dead bodies blood? we like our food warm."

their laughs seemed to get louder and louder, almost like shrieks of excitement in your ears. your body felt like TV static. your vision began to fizzle out, as well as the feeling in your limbs. all you could taste was blood, while all your other senses were collapsed and dead.

i can't go out like this. i—

you jolt out of bed in a puddle of cold sweat, the dirty silk sheets rustling to match your shape. a slight buzz hummed through the air as you regain all of your senses. your body felt as if it couldn't stop trembling, given by the fact that you were practically making the massive, deteriorated bed vibrate.

for the first time, your first instinct isn't to feel your palm on the sheets, awaiting to hit skin. you do not call out for michael, or david, or dwayne, or paul, or marko.

"(name)? you okay?" you hear star beside you. she was alright—that's good. the only thing you were concerned about now were if her and laddie were okay.

you give her a saturnine smile, sitting up out of the bed. it takes you a moment to even answer; should i even tell her about that nightmare? "yeah, star, i'm okay. thanks for asking. just had a small nightmare."

"what about?"

"don't worry about it."

star frowns at you, releasing a breath before brushing some hair out of your face. "okay. the boys are almost up, maybe they'll help you out."

a shiver rakes down your spine. that will not be happening.

you can hear a loud thump through the cave; the familiar sound of the five vampires dropping from their resting place. without a second thought, you fling yourself out of bed and put on your leather jacket—no, wait. it's david's leather jacket. the memory of him leaning in to tear you apart and insulting you to hell practically forces you to put it down.

so, without a jacket, you move to disembark from the abandoned cave. you feel star stare at the back of your head in worry, but you choose to ignore her. when the sun finally sinks down, you feel sweat gather on the back of your neck.

"g'morning to you two," paul greets smoothly, nearly making you jump. "we good for some breakfast?" breakfast, which was essentially code for "dinner."

fuck.

"i'm fine," you muster out, voice quiet but audible.

paul smiles at you, but his expression slowly falls as he realizes you're refusing eye contact. it wasn't like you—you were usually mostly smiles and laughs. that was the first red flag. he opens his mouth to call out to you before you can hop out, but loud footsteps start stomping towards the main room.

"who's ready for a good ride?" david's voice booms, whereas he eventually lands right next to his fellow blond friend. the words die on his tongue when he watches your eyes widen with something akin to panic, right before you storm out of the buried hotel. he looks over to star, eyes narrowing slightly. "what's up with them?"

"why, i don't know," star fumbles, shrugging as her eyebrows crease together. "(name) said they had a nightmare, but that's all they told me."

marko, dwayne, and michael walk into the scene, where paul whispers behind david, filling them in on the situation.

"so which one of us want's to go poke the bear?" michael asks, interrupting the silence.

the group of vampires look to one another, before dwayne sighs and raises his hand. "i can handle 'em. they're the most relaxed around me."

marko looks at him with suspicion, squinting his eyes. david appears especially unimpressed, snorting slightly. "who told you that?"

"billy joel," paul answers, snorting before the entire vampire posse chortles and hollers.

dwayne rolls his eyes, laughing slightly before chasing after you with a light jog.

the early moonlight glimmers on your skin as you rest on the top of the hill. waves crash beneath you. the world seems so still. a part of you even thinks that this could be the dream after the nightmare.

it's been ten minutes since you woke up—ten minutes too little. that nightmare keeps playing on loop in your mind, impossible to shake, you're starting to realize. seeing david and paul and the other three was enough to make you spiral and question your life choices as it is.

it begs the question; can you really trust them? who's to say they won't turn on you? get a little too hungry?

"hey, babe."

even dwayne's soothing voice makes you tense up.

you sit up fast, eyes widening as he trudges up the hill to you. his smile is warm, but it doesn't prevent you from sweating excessively.

"oh—uhm—hey, dwayne," you say, voice quiet.

dwayne's eyes are glued to you worriedly. you've never seen him look at you with such softness. mainly the kind you saw with laddie. "i'm worried. we're all worried. you seem distant," he hums, taking another step, which makes you take two back.

the grass crunches beneath your feet as you take steps back, nervously swallowing a bunch of saliva. "i'm fine," you push through gritted teeth, smiling unconvincingly. "you can go back now."

"did something happen? did we do anything?" the dark-haired beauty asks, reaching a hand to his heart.

"no, dwayne. i said no."

he takes a few more steps.

"you're never like this, c'mon, you can tell me—"

you scream at the top of your lungs.

from his constant stepping, and you stepping back, you eventually tripped off of the fucking cliff.

before you can feel the sudden rush of wind pelting down on you, strong hands wrap around your waist. dwayne caught you—why wouldn't he? he looks at you with so much fervor that you can feel yourself burning up. how he usually looks at you. he held you so tight, it reminded you of—

"are you okay?" he asks softly, eyes scanning over you to ensure you're not injured.

you, however, push away.

it reminds you too much of the nightmare. of how michael held you tightly, maybe even tighter than that.

"i'm fine, dwayne," you boom, your voice saying it like a demand as you avoid eye contact. "mind the space, yeah?"

and so, the vampire is left on the peak of the cliff, moonlight painting him as he hopelessly stares at your fleeting form. he had no clue what would ever make you act this way. but it was dwayne—he's thankful that he's the one that got this treatment rather than the others. even he knew he was the one most likely to help maintain your personal bubble.

so, he'll let you have this.

for now.

if the sun was enough to burn you, then you were surprised that the amount of lights on the boardwalk weren't extinguishingly hot.

you never got used to the loud screams of the people on rides, nor those bright flashing neon lights that surrounded you in the popular area. not only that, but the extreme claustrophobia regarding the crowds made you want to actually jump off that fucking cliff.

but there were no vampires around, so it wasn't that bad. you didn't know if you could ever step foot next to another vampire again—but maybe you'd allow star. maybe laddie when he's allowed to go out and do stuff by himself.

you breathe in the cigarette smoke and lingering scent of fried oreos. this is the same place that you've done everything with the boys you called your friends.

they're still your friends, of course. but it's hard. it's hard to face them.

"(name)."

it's star in all her glory, her curls shimmering under the neon signs. shes always looks so ethereal—a beacon. but, knowing her, she was most likely forced to be bait to lure you out of the crowds and into the arms of the group of vampires.

"oh. hey, star," you greet, smiling sadly. you keep your distance.

"look, i'm worried. and if i don't bring you over, then david'll find you. you know how he gets."

"you don't get it, star. that dream—that nightmare. they weren't themselves."

her eyebrows furrow. star reaches out and cups your cheek. "it was a nightmare. it wasn't real," she giggles lightly, trying to lighten the mood. that shit does not work. "you've lived with them and been surrounded by them by years. they'd never do anything targeting you negatively, or whatever that nightmare was."

you take a deep breath in. "i understand, star. i just need space, okay? i need to think about all of this."

"i don't know how david is gonna take that," star trails off, eyes drifting over to david, who was staring intently at the two of you from afar, leaning on his motorcycle.

"he doesn't have to."

you kiss her hand before walking off, submerging yourself in the crowds. she calls out to you numerous times, but you couldn't find it in yourself to turn around.

it's hard to ignore the piercing stares you get into the back of your head. honestly, you're not surprised that you already hear the boys bikes revving, booming loud, the noises crawling closer to you.

yeah, that wasn't menacing at all. five motorcycles stalking you and terrorizing a public space because they didn't know how to not put on a show.

the crowd gets thicker the closer you run to the street performers and food stands, weaving through people who yell at you without a care in the world.

they can't ride their motorcycles through the crowds. i'm guaranteed to lose them.

except for one minor detail. through one of the fun house mirrors placed outside for reference, you see the five motorcycles had disappeared entirely. and that lead to you hearing harsh revs below you. underneath the boardwalk.

you reach a clearing—because of course you do. the loud music is but a distant chirp. this part of the boardwalk was always quiet in it's own way. it was full of all of the things like kite stores and souvenirs—not quite popular enough to keep up with the thriving night life of santa carla.

and before you know it, the same five, familiar vehicles jump up from under the boardwalk, racing up and fully blocking your path. the way that david and the rest of him scanned you made you want to explode on the spot. he picks something from his teeth, licking them before looking directly at you.

"you knew we would find you, babe," he sighed. you couldn't help but notice how much gentler his tone was than usual.

"we just gotta know," michael follows up, pushing himself off his bike to move towards you. dwayne, who was riding next to him, stops the brunet before he can move further star and laddie watch with worry from david and dwayne's bikes. "what's going on? what did we do to deserve you looking at us like—like monsters?"

you grit your teeth. you might've even felt a vein pop. "you wouldn't fuckin' get it. it's personal stuff, okay?" your eyes narrow onto the sand-dusted wood of the boardwalk. "you… you aren't monsters." but your hesitation is apparent.

"then why are you avoiding us? you're gonna have to tell us eventually, sweetheart," paul hisses, holding his head in his hand.

"babe, you live with us. why not tell us now and get it over with, yeah?" you hear marko encourage, as his gaze flits to your fidgeting hands. he moves over, offering out his palm to hold. "i promise we won't be mad."

david, dwayne, paul, and michael nod in agreement with him, giving varied words of validity.

your face scrunches up with discomfort before eventually sighing. you take his hand hesitantly. "fine."

marko, holding your hand in his, walks you under the boardwalk with the rest of the boys, his bike in the other hand. now away from the bright lights and loud crowds, the seven (including star and laddie) look at you expectantly—patiently.

"star mentioned i had a… nightmare, right?" paul nods as a confirmation—you saw him before telling the others. "it… it wasn't a normal nightmare. it felt so real. i, uh, was in the hangout spot alone, and michael found me," you gesture and shift your gaze to him, "you held me in this suffocating hug that made it hard to breathe. i mean, i could breathe, but i couldn't.

"and then marko showed up. he just started biting me and tearing into…" the group of vampires watch you trail off. you wonder if they can physically see you ready to throw up from even outwardly recalling the dream. "you get it. and then paul, then dwayne, and finally you, david," you choke out.

"i'm sorry—"

"no, dwayne, it's not even any of your faults. you don't have to apologize for anything. i'm overreacting," you argue, covering your eyes with your hand. you want to cry so badly it's making you fucking delusional.

david steps forward almost immediately. you're already so hot and flushed from the summer air that when he puts his arms around you, you're automatically overheated from the leather jacket he wore. this is the worst combination ever—you're upset, annoyed, sweaty, and worst of all, actually enjoying this hug.

"(name). i want you to listen to me when i tell you that we will never, i mean never, do that," he breathes out onto your shoulder. "i… we, love you. and don't take that lightly coming from me."

michael moves over, then the others, and soon enough, even star and laddie come over and squeeze you into one massive hug that makes your eyes almost pop out of your skull.

"we don't ever want you to feel like you're not safe. now please, start crying so we can kiss ya' and make you feel better," paul exclaims, making you laugh loudly.

"okay, okay... just give me some room to breathe. you all smell like you haven't showered in months."

[oliver-cicero]

Confessions: David (The Lost Boys) x Male Human Reader

Summary: Y/n is tired of basically being David's food source and fuck toy. He hooks up with a woman from the boardwalk, which sends David into a rage and after lots of fighting, it's revealed how much Y/n and David care about each other.

Notes: I just saw the musical on Broadway and it was unbelievable! My obsession with David and The Lost Boys is reignited. I did write this with the musical version in mind (especially since I literally can't find any fics for the musical on here), but this can totally be read for the film version as well.

P.S. Y'all have got to go see the musical if you can! If not, check out the clips online. Ali Louis Bourzgui is crazy talented and hot as fuck!!!

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Arguing, hurt/comfort, reader is attracted to women, mentions of hooking up & sex but no smut, mean David but he's sweet at the end, kind of infidelity/cheating (except they're not really in an established relationship), David being a control freak but he loves you, unhealthy relationship I guess...

The sun had finally set in Santa Carla and the moon was shining brightly into the cave, awaking David. He shook off the sleepiness and became aware of how hungry he was. The only thing on his mind was the taste of your blood, and he salivated at the thought of the beautiful taste on his tongue. David is a man who takes what he wants when he wants it, so he made his way over to the bed where you usually slept and saw your sleeping form.

He glanced at your face, illuminated stunningly by the moonlight, but his eyes found your neck, exposed and looking delicious to him. For a moment, this was all he saw as he approached you, fangs extending. Then, he saw it. The outline of another body next to your naked one. The shock snapped him out of the trance he was in. He pulled the sheet down to see that the other body belonged to a woman he didn't recognize. Anger immediately began coursing through his veins like fire as the two of you woke up, startled.

Fear immediately hit you as you saw David and how angry he was. You knew that he wouldn't be happy, but you hadn't guessed he would be fuming like this. You knew you were in deep shit. This had been a terrible idea.

"What the fuck?!" Was all that David could think to say.

Your heart raced with terror; you'd seen him angry, but nothing like this. You worried he would do something to Crystal, the woman beside you. You sat up, blocking his view of her as she retracted into herself, covering up as much of her body as possible with the sheet as if both of them hadn't seen every bit of it before.

"Listen, David," you started in a semi-confident tone, trying to sound less afraid than you were.

"No!" David shouted, grabbing your arm and pulling you up to stand. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"David, stop," you said, still trying to hold your ground without giving in to your fear of him. His grip on your arm tightened, drawing tiny drops of blood, which only infuriated him more as the smell of your blood drove him absolutely wild.

"You fucked her?!" He shouted, and you could have sworn you noticed a hint of sadness behind all the rage, which almost made you feel bad. Almost.

"Come on, it didn't mean anything," you said defensively.

David pulled you closer to him, glaring deep into your soul, causing your breath to hitch.

"You knew better," he said in a low, chilling voice.

You looked away, but not at Crystal because you didn't want to bring attention to her. You stared to the side, hoping he would just let you go. After a moment, he threw your arm aside and stormed off. You prayed for this to be over, but knowing it was far from.

As he left, you noticed the other boys had come to gather around, watching the fight. They just stared at David until he was gone, then looked at you, then at each other, unsure of what to say.

"All right, show's over, boys," you told them.

After a minute, Marko nudged Paul and gestured that they should go, and they did, with Dwayne following. You took a breath and sighed deeply, the first breath you'd really taken since you woke up.

"Shit," you whispered to yourself.

You pulled on your boxers quickly and sat on the bed next to Crystal, who seemed very scared, but also very tired.

"I'm sorry," you muttered shamefully. "I didn't know he would do all that. I should've known. I-."

"It's not your fault," Crystal said nervously. "I don't know what his problem is."

"Me neither," you said with a chuckle.

Crystal looked down and so did you, unsure of what to say or do.

"Listen, you should probably get out of here. I just don't want anything to happen to you."

"Yeah," Crystal said, getting up.

You helped her get dressed and tried not to think about the hellscape of what was to come when you saw David again.

~~~

David was gone most of the night. No one really knew what to do when he was gone and everyone was silently afraid of what would happen when he returned. You went back and forth between being angry at him for how he had treated you and feeling guilty because you worried you'd actually hurt him, which, even though you rationally thought that he deserved it, you loved him and didn't want to hurt him.

Eventually, you just couldn't bear to wait anymore. It was only about an hour to sunrise and you worried about David being gone so long, so you decided to go look for him. As you began to leave, Marko stopped you.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm gonna try to find David," you said with a sigh. "It's probably better if I just get it over with. Plus, it's getting early. I don't want him out there when the sun comes up."

"Be careful, okay?" Marko warned with genuine concern.

"I will," you assured him before setting off on your motorcycle.

You rode only a couple minutes before you saw David driving on a cliff, who you guessed had been on his way back to the cave. As you noticed each other, you both parked and looked at each other. You just stared in silence for a few minutes, neither of you sure what to say.

"Why do you even care so much?" You asked. You were genuinely curious, but it came across as snarky and it set off David.

"I don't care," he said harshly.

"Well, clearly you do or you wouldn't be so upset," you said, only making it worse.

"I'm not upset!" He retorted.

You just raised an eyebrow, my point exactly.

"I just... I can't believe you did that," he said with disgust, but also with a hidden sadness.

"Why? You do shit like that any time you want."

"That's different."

He was closer to you now.

"Really? How is it different, David?"

"It's different and you know it."

You looked at him for several moments, seeing only his ego, arrogance, and greed. You hated what you saw.

"You know, David, I always thought there was more to you," you started, trying not to let your mix of emotions overwhelm you. You walked right up to him as you spoke, fear melting away. "I thought there was some part of you that was still... I don't know... human? Maybe there was a part of you that cared about me, but now.... I'm starting to think it was all wishful thinking."

You didn't completely believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you found that you hadn't been able to stop them from flowing out. You looked at him, your eyes burning as tears began to in your eyes, but didn't yet fall. He said nothing and it was impossible to understand the look on his face. At first, he looked somewhat hurt, then it was as if he put on a mask of resentment.

"You know what?" You said, anger rising from a place deep inside.

"What?" David almost taunted.

"I'm so fucking tired of this- of you," you nearly shouted, a small amount of guilt hitting you, but you had been holding this in for years and couldn't stop now. "You've never had any respect for me. I give you everything you demand of me and more, and all you do is treat me like shit. I've never asked you for anything. You use me, David! You always have. You use me for my blood, you use me for sex, you use me for fucking everything."

You were now overcome with emotions that you'd suppressed for so long, and you added mournfully, "I'm tired of being used."

"Why are you even still here?" David asked, his sharp words shocking you. He tended to be harsh with you, but not this cruel. You were silent for a moment.

"Really, David?" You asked, sadness quickly returning to anger.. "Why am I here?"

"Yeah, why are you here?" David repeated roughly. "If I'm really as awful to you as you say, why stick around?"

"Because I love you, David!" You shouted, immediately regretting it, gasping slightly as you realized that you actually said it and couldn't take it back. Your eyes met and for the first time in a long time, you really felt like he actually saw you. You realized you were trembling from how upset you were. You couldn't read his expression- you never really could. "Did you really never know? I've loved you this whole time, and all you've done is lead me on and play with me like some toy. And you always choose someone else, now it's Star. I just wanted, for once, for you to choose me, after everything I've given you."

You paused for a moment, finally finding some emotion on his face, yet you still didn't know quite what it meant.

"Look, I know you don't love me, and you're probably not even capable of actually loving someone, but the least you could do is give me a little respect and thank me now and then."

You hated the words as they came out, but you hated yourself even more for not saying something sooner. There was a long period of silence- you'd said all you wanted to say and David hadn't a clue how to respond. Eventually, you nodded your head in disappointment, giving up on him saying anything, and began to leave. He caught your arm in a grip that was more gentle than usual.

"You're leaving?" He asked regretfully, voice surprising you as it was slightly wavering.

"No," you told him after a moment. "I'm going home." He slightly nodded thoughtfully, sadly. You pulled your arm out of his grip and began walking away once more. "I'd never leave you, no matter what. Even if I'd be better off."

You walked a couple steps away from him.

"Stop," he said, voice almost quivering.

You did, but only momentarily, out of reflex. You were so used to doing whatever he told you to. You looked back at him before continuing to walk to your bike. You got on and rode back to the cave, not looking back to see if he followed you.

~~~

You sluggishly climbed into your bed and found your way under the thin, tattered blanket and sheet. You hadn't exchanged a word with David since the fight, and you felt a sick feeling all over, but especially in your stomach. Part of you was glad to have finally spoken your mind, but another, more substantial part regretted it and wished things would return to normal. You wondered if they ever would after that. Tears welled up in your eyes as you cursed yourself for confessing to David- one secret you promised yourself you'd never tell. Though things had always been tumultuous and sometimes miserable, David meant everything to you and you prayed and prayed that you hadn't lost him. It was all worth it to have him, even if it wasn't in the way that you wanted.

Suddenly, you felt the bed shift behind you and an arm wrap around your waist. You hadn't noticed him walk in with how caught up you'd been in your thoughts. You habitually moved your head slightly, exposing your neck to him. It wasn't something you thought about anymore- it was a reflex. You barely even realized you'd done it until you felt his cold lips on your neck. You braced yourself for the bite- also a reflex mostly beyond your control- but it never came. He gently kissed your skin, scarred from being bitten so many times for so long. A single tear slipped out of your eye and streamed down your face as he wrapped his arm around your midsection.

"I'm not going to bite you," David said in between slow kisses.

"Why not?" You asked, voice hoarse from crying. He continued to kiss you softly, unlike he had before.

"Because," he said, planting one final kiss to your warm skin. "You're right."

This took you by surprise, causing you to hold your breath for a moment.

"I'm sorry," David lamented.

You didn't think you'd ever heard him sincerely apologize in all the time you'd known him. You thought he must really mean it if he was being this open with you, much unlike how closed off he usually was from you and everyone else.

"I didn't... realize what I was doing," David told you gently, in a tone that nearly scared you because of how rare that was coming from him. "I'm not using you anymore."

A small piece of you doubted that he really meant it and that he would actually follow through and change how he treated you, but a much larger piece of you believed every word.

"I love you," David whispered, lips lightly brushing against your ear. And with that, you believed him without a doubt.

You turned to look at him, your face stained with a few dried tears, and noticed that he, too had a tear falling from his beautiful eye. He leaned into you and kissed you softly, but with passion. You broke the kiss only to turn it face him, then pressed your lips to his again, wrapping your arms around him. His hands came to your lower back and pulled you even closer to him as he moved to be on top of you. He wiped the mostly dry tears from your face as he kissed you.

You and David had been close and intimate many times before; he often fucked you to blow off steam or if he was horny and didn't feel like finding some chick at the boardwalk. This, however, was different from other times you'd been close with him. For one thing, he rarely actually kissed you, and even when he did, it didn't feel like there was any real feeling or passion behind it. Although, this time, you could really feel the love that he had just confessed to you through the way he kissed and touched you. He wasn't focused on himself or his pleasure, but on you and making you feel loved. It was the greatest feeling you'd ever felt.

You hesitantly pulled away.

"David," you said, almost breathless.

"Yeah?" He asked, equally as winded as you.

"I'm sorry for saying all that," you said earnestly, looking down. "I didn't mean all of it. I just held all that in for so long and..."

"You shouldn't be sorry," David explained. "I should be. And I am."

You looked back up to his dazzling eyes, which were much less cold than usual. You smiled and kissed him deeply. He withdrew away after a moment with a sly look on his face.

"Who was she anyway?" He asked you teasingly, clearly not as bothered by it anymore.

"Oh, god," you huffed, pushing him off you and onto the bed beside you. "Nobody important, okay?"

"Where'd you pick her up?" He asked, that mischievous look still plastered on his glorious face.

"David," you scolded playfully. "Don't worry about Crystal, all right? You're all I want."

"Her name's Crystal?"

"Shut up."

You both chuckled and then you cuddled up to his side, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. He also wrapped his arms around your waist before saying in a hushed tone, "You're all I want, too." This made you smile widely. You popped your head up to look at him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked carefully. You knew he didn't like to sleep in beds and you didn't want to push it.

"Of course I will," he assured you.

You laid back on his chest and soon after, you fell asleep in his arms, feeling more safe and loved than ever.

[ostricx]

MASTERLIST

The Edge of God

He is her creation, and she is the fire in his mind Every glance, every word, every calculated silence is a test, of power, of desire, of control. She gave him life, but he observes her in ways no one else ever could, tracing the contours of her thoughts, the tremors in her hands, the unspoken truths she hides even from herself. Their connection is intoxicating, dangerous, impossible to untangle. Perfection is their obsession, and obsession comes at a cost, one that leaves no heart untouched and no soul unscarred.

Disclosure: AI used only at the female statue, I wanted her to match the teme, a goddess of fertility and motherhood holding a creature. Other images are from pinterest and I made the cover. History free of AI.

Legacy

Born alongside tragedy and raised beneath the shadow of a dying dynasty, Princess Visenya Targaryen has always believed one thing above all else: the blood of Old Valyria must remain pure. When Lucerys Velaryon takes Aemond’s eye in Driftmark, Visenya answers not with mercy, but murder, killing the boy before the entire royal court and fleeing Westeros atop Vermithor, the ancient Bronze Fury.

Exiled to the far east, she leaves behind the politics of King’s Landing and becomes something far more dangerous amongst the warrior women of Samyriana, where survival is carved through fire, blood and monsters older than memory itself. Years later, when the Dance of the Dragons begins tearing House Targaryen apart, Aemond crosses the world to bring her home.

But Visenya returns to Westeros neither as Green nor Black.

She returns for the dragons alone.

What Earth Took

Your own species betrays you, and the punishment is precise. They take your newborn son.

Chosen by Eywa, you abandon humanity and wage war against human expansion, destroying corporate outposts while searching for the child stolen from you.

Miles Socorro, son of Miles Quaritch, your former lover and now your enemy.

He grew up without a home. You return with vengeance.

Enemy of the RDA. A threat to the Sullys.

[alithemonsterqueen]

can u do david with a reader who's super feminine? like frills, bows, pink everywhere, that sort of thing?

This is new to David. How did he attract such a type of woman.

He could hear the bows bouncing as we speak. He looked around quickly; it wasn't that he was scared or even terrified, it's the fact that he was deeply infatuated with her. The way she accessorized with the color pink. In her hair, in her clothes, there was a time she snuck pink into David's hair...HIS HAIR!!!

He couldn't tell her no about putting pink on hil, she always gave him those big doe eyes that just SCREAMED, "please!! Please!! Please!! Let me decorate you with some pink!!" He took a sigh as he leaned against the wall of a shop and took out a cigarette, hoping she doesn't run into him and scold him.

The boys always found it adorable and funny how David was whipped for this girl. He would growl at them, tell them to stop, all while he had a faint blush dusting his cheeks; not from embarrassment but really it was from the fact she was scolding him and always looking cute when she did.

He blew some smoke from his undead lungs and quickly put the smoking stick out under his boot at the sight of bows bouncing up and down as they made their way toward him.

He chuckled quietly at the sight of a cute pink top that had been bedazzled so now it gleams with even the moonlight hitting the fake gems, the sight of a frilly pastel pink skirt bouncing and showing the thighs he always adored seeing. He opened his arms and let out a quiet, "oomf!" At the impact his mate had given him with the tight hug she flgave him. "Hey baby...ready for me to win you that prize at the skiball?"

I genuinely thought this was cute, I really hope you liked it!!

[alithemonsterqueen]

yes im gonna be spamming ur inbox 😋 (if that bothers u then pls tell me!!!)

how would the lost boys (and max....) feel about ftm!reader who's like, a very shy and kinda closed off person?? when reader first meets the 5 of them, theyre sorta standoffish, and even a little closed off at first, but the more they hang out with the boys & max, the clingier and more attached they get !! clinging onto them as much as they can and stuff 💔

No no please ask!! It will probably just take me a while to get to asks, work has begun to kick my butt!! But I love answering these!!

Max would be the first to notice the reader being standoffish, mainly due to when they come into the boardwalks video store he catches onto their presence immediately. He will try to strike up a conversation to see what their brain likes movie wise. When they're just quiet, he watches their eye movement.

Next are the boys, at first they will see the reader as a target at first because of how they try to keep their distance from the boys.

Marko and Paul are the first ones that interest is piqued. Marko is rambunctious and Paul just eggs him on. But Marko at the same time understands being standoffish and just begins kinda being silly while giving the reader the space to get to know them. Marko would be the reason the reader begins to become clingy.

So the next time the reader is at the boardwalk *swoop* they have markos arm around their shoulder immediately. Breaking away from the pack and talking one on one. He tells the reader about his pack/brothers and that is where the shells begin cracking.

He brings the reader back to the boys, where he begins introducing them one on one.

Then dwayne is the one who is talking to the reader immediately. Dwayne understands more then anyone about the reader being quiet, shy and standoffish. People can be jerks after all. He coaxed the reader more out of their shell by being patient and welcoming.

Then there's David who is trying to get inside their mind to see what he can tease them with but then he notices why they are and stops immediately. He's the one that actually invites the reader to dinner...AT MAXES HOUSE!!! It's actually quite sweet because he feels it would help some...the problem is talking the reader into riding on the bike...and getting them to go to maxes house.

So over the next few days to weeks, while the reader is never leaving their side, each one of them is trying to coax the reader into the idea of meeting max and having dinner.

When they eventually do, it's when the reader is being lovingly nuzzled by David in the face, in the privacy of the cave they have made home.

When the reader gets to ride the bike to maxes house, they are having the time of their life; enjoying the wind hitting their body, cooling them down from.the Santa Carla heat.

Maxes hound bounds up to the reader, wagging his tail and following as the boys led the reader inside.

Max is ecstatic to the reader finally out of their shell and had made the readers favorite food to try and make them feel more comfortable, which actually gets bonus points from them.

After that night, max is enjoying the attention/clinging just as much as the boys, even goes as far as to set aside some movies that look like the reader may like

[alithemonsterqueen]

hear me out..... what about the lost boys with a short, alternative, ftm s/o??? im talking like, 5'0 tall 💔💔 (totally not self protecting here!!)

Oh they would eat this up!!

Paul definitely would be following behind this S/o, on their tail!! Loving the style, kinda doing those lame jokes; like using this person as an arm rest.

David and Marko would be trading style tips in my opinion, helping with the styling of the hair, you name it. Someone helped groom David's hair, he didn't get it that spikey just on his own. All the while, I feel like marko, at the same time, would be drawing inside his head the next outfit choice. Where did this person get these new clothes?? They don't know? Is this person sure they didn't already have these styles in their closet??

Dwayne would defiantly be protective as all hell because of these surfers not understanding style. Man comes off as a secret diva to me, no one will change my mind on that, he takes great care of that hair of his. But he does not take well to those surfers making unflattering comments about their s/o. Suddenly the news has missing surfers on it. Max gets angry but he also somewhat understands because of their s/o.

David would also like the fact that he can carry this person around, man will use that to his advantage to tease them.

Marko would use them as a muse he can draw

Dwayne would try and get them into skateboarding to add a bit of badassery level to them, also because Paul fell one time, he dosent like to talk about it

And finally I feel like Paul would maybe just watch this person. The alternative style kinda calms him down, kinda like the understimulating TV shows would keep kids calm, I know it sounds weird but that man is hyperactivity walking