reader who giggles during sexy times cz it just feels so good
clark with a girl who giggles during sex, not because she’s not into it, but because it just feels so fucking good she can’t help it.
he’s got her pinned down, cock buried deep, and every time he thrusts she lets out this helpless little laugh between her moans—sweet, breathless, giddy. it makes him go feral, because she’s so wrecked she can’t even keep a straight sound in her throat.
“you think this is funny, baby?” he growls, hips slamming harder, but she’s gasping and giggling, hands fisting the sheets, eyes shining. the sound of it’s addictive—her laughter melting into whimpers, back arching, body trembling while he fucks her through it. and he can’t stop, not when she’s smiling under him, drooly and ruined, choking outbroken little laughs every time he hits that spot.
⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader imagine ۶𖹭ৎ
⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ infatuation crush at first sight. Aka, the boys shoot their shot after sensing you’re their soulmate and you match their energy and fluster them in return.
⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ this has been in my drafts for the LONGEST time and I've been so eager to get it done 😭
✧ ⁺ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader is depicted to have longish hair (long enough to get caught on Markos jacket lol), smoking,
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The boardwalk is alive in the peak of summer- sunburnt tourists and fairgoers flock in numbers. Bustling arcades and cosy late night diners glow warmly in the dark. Alive like hot embers in a cold dark furnace.
Marko notices you first. Picking up on a scent so alluring it renders him frozen, and he pauses long enough for Paul to notice and pat him on the shoulders to tug him close.
"what's going on Marko?". Paul leers, curious and hungry-eyed, thinking his brother has picked up on the scent of a tasty morsel to hunt down.
David stops and looks at him. Inquisitive, whilst Dwayne swallows in suspension. Sensing something deeper is happening.
"you've found something new". He murmurs softly, and Marko nods. Almost in a trance, jaw tightening.
"Can you feel it?". He hisses in a whisper, peering through the crowd from where he stands in the traffic of boardwalkers. Like he can sense their presence.
"can you feel them?". He turns to David, a smile quivering on his face.
David looks around slowly, exhaling smoke and snuffing out his cigarette with the heel of his boot.
Now that he mentions it- something does feel odd. He thought it was hunger, but it was much more than that. Something pent up and animalistic and unnaturally strong. Like parts of himself were pulling away from his body to search for something.
He had thought it was for blood.
But no, it was for someone. Something better than food. Something soft and indulgent. Something that’ll complete the missing part of himself he was never aware of lacking.
"I can feel it too". Dwayne murmurs, eyes dark and gaze heavy. His hand squeezes David's shoulder, and they both urge forth into the crowd, ushering Marko to the front to lead them to the source of the scent like a bloodhound.
"Bet I'm gonna find em first". Paul laughs, light and airy and excited.
Marko, with clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, nods. Not really hearing him.
David calls the shots, catching the faint scent of something alluring that Marko is following.
"Split up boys. We're not gonna scare her off now".
Marko's attempt is eloquently clumsy- a happy accident on his behalf. your hair gets caught on a pin from his jacket, and he helps you carefully untangle it. Nimble calloused fingers fiddling with the strand of hair, trying not to break any hair as he uses the opportunity to shoot flirty comments. His gaze was understandably intense and heavy, once he realised the scent was radiating off you.
‘I caught you, huh? Ain’t I lucky?”.
He comments, voice syrupy and breathless. Trying not to let his fingers tremble. You're so close.
You giggle softly, looking more interested in the decor on his jacket.
“I’d say I’m the lucky one to get caught on such a cool jacket. It’s beautiful, where did you get it?”.
His eyes flicker between your face and your fingers brushing over a patch on his arm. His voice now fallen softer in appreciation.
“I made it”.
“Really?”.
He blinks at you before smiling a lopsided grin, gaze flickering down to his feet before looking back at you again. Trying to muster up his lost courage that he feels like he's grasping fingers at.
"Yeah. Santa Carla is a real good place if you like stuff like this, alongside other things". He chuckles.
You blink at him, doe eyed and inquisitive. He feels like melting right then and there.
“Like what?”
Golden locks of hair tumble over his shoulder as he leans closer, finally plucking the last few tangled strands of your hair off his jacket. He speaks softly, as if sharing breath. His smile creeping large and alluring.
“Fun”.
You raise a brow at him, and smile. Effortless. Sweet. Dismissive in a way that makes his knees weak and dead heart flutter.
"Better save some for me then".
He blinks at you. Slow and dazed and heavy. For once, he couldn't muster a response.
"see you around?". You inquire, pushing some hair away from your shoulder.
"Marko". He almost stutters, swallowing. Voice low and dazed. His gaze flickers to your neck.
"I'll see you around Marko".
David approaches with steadfast effortlessness and confidence. He doesn't need to chase. Not that he doesn't enjoy it- but it's not often needed.
But when he sees you walk past him, something in him flickers to life. The urge to chase. To cling. To beg for company.
It rattles him, but he doesn't let it show.
Instead he asks you for a light, watching you turn and face him, akin to a startled doe. You look at him puzzled- a little cautious. Keeping distance.
Again, that rattles him. Makes his blood fizzle and sour.
"Do you have a light?".
His voice is soft and approachable, in contrast to his dark appearance. You seem to ease at that, and his shoulders relax.
letting you flicker the flame of your porcelain lighter, he holds eye contact as he leans in to light the cigarette between his lips. Tilting his head a little to the side tantalisingly slow, wanting to garner a cute flustered reaction from you.
His focus fleets from the flame he's cupping in his leather gloved palm towards you- the blown out pupils of his eyes flicking to your own. The weight of them pinning you in place, a heavy suspense lingering in the air. Something dark and dangerous, yet tantalising and syrupy.
He breathes out a plume of smoke, wisp curling from his lips.
“Thank you”.
The conversation ends at that, but you leave feeling like you're taking a piece of him with you, and that you left a piece of yourself with him. You can't explain it, but you keep looking back as you walk away.
Not from fear of being followed.
But from the fear of not being followed.
What's going on tonight?
One moment he was prowling with alluring confidence, and the next he was scrambling over to your form sat idle by the sand bank. Looking out onto the horizon of night sky and ocean, the waves crashing in the distance, seafoam fizzling away in the dark.
Paul approaches with swaggering confidence, two chips of sapphires glimmering in the campfires that are set solely on you. Excitement bubbling in anticipation beneath his skin, eager to accept the challenge to find out how you tick.
“Hello?”
Your voice strikes him. Soft and inquisitive, almost startled, but remaining polite.
Something more aching than a soul soothes at the sound, and he almost struggles to recover from it. Finding his voice again after a moment of silence that seemed to fill the night air, deafening out everything else around him despite his supernatural intuition and senses.
You just silenced his world in a way he didn't know he yearned for.
“You smoke, babe?” He lilts, a freshly rolled cigarette held between his fingers towards you.
“Sometimes”. You hum, deciding to amuse him. Kicking softly at the sand as you dangle your legs over the side. You accept the rolled cigarette that he's offering and inspect it, turning it around. You peer at him, apprehensive yet soft.
He watches you place it between your lips, his gaze lingering at how your lipstick leaves an imprint around the end.
He cups his hand around the flickering flame of his lighter, lighting the cigarette that’s dangled between your lips. Unsure if he should focus on your lips, or your eyes peering at him sweetly.
An excited glimmer appears in your eyes, and his expression brightens in giddiness. Did he do it? Were you going to fall in his arms now?
"crap! My favourite song's on, I'm gonna miss it! Here- thank you, I'll see you around yeah?".
Placing the lipstick smeared joint between his lips as a parting gift, you scramble up from your spot and disappear into the crowd like seafoam on the shore. Paul barely has time to blink before you eagerly get swallowed up in the bustling groups of boardwalkers.
He stills, the warmth of your lips still on the cigarette.
He silently admires the cigarette in his palm, turning it over to inspect the detailed crease lines of your lip-print staining the paper. He squeezes it in palm eventually and tucks it into his pocket for safekeeping. He's not finishing this one.
Dwayne finds you amidst the tightly knit crowd of an outside concert, the swaying bodies of people bathed in neon light and bonfire.
It was dark and hypnotic, but he could feel your presence somewhere.
He crept in closer, slowly coaxing himself past brushing shoulders and raised bottles. Eager to find you. You on the other hand had found yourself swept into the bustling crowd, swallowed up the moment you squeezed in from the outskirts.
Slowly weaving in and out of people, an icy chill prickles at your neck. The feeling of being stared at.
Thinking you've made yourself a nuisance and have just stepped in front of someone's view, you turn to apologise before being met with two dark eyes staring at you a few rows back. It takes your breath away little, unexpected and striking in a way you couldn't explain nor ignore.
They were heavy and intense, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You don't turn away, nor break the eye contact. Instead you smile at him. Admittedly a little shy, but you don't fluster away in a fright. The corners of your lips upturn in a friendly smile, eyes crinkling with pretty smile lines before you turn back towards the stage. Swaying to the rhythm of the music. Aloof and unaware of his gaze softening, and his interest deepening.
Afterwards...
"I think it's pretty obvious I won". Paul leers playfully, presenting the lipstick stained cigarette.
"I got a little souvenir".
He cackles a wicked laugh as Marko immediately snatches at his sleeve to get a better look, whilst David simply chuckles with a half smile watching them bicker. Dwayne watches them, still lost in thought.
Marko is bickering about sharing when David speaks aloud. "He's right Paul. We share, don't we boys?".
"Yeah that's right loverboy, you heard him". Marko snickers. Reaching to pinch at Paul's nape with his palm to pull him down. Attempting to blow air against his ear.
"Who are we calling loverboy, Marko?".
“You, Romeo”.
"actually Paul, it's Marko. She asked for it actually. Said it too".
Paul, ever the dramatic, groans.
"What? Fuck, man".
"She's human". Dwayne suddenly speaks aloud, his gaze set upon the ground. Thumbs tucked into the hem of his jeans, troubled.
Silence settles amongst the group, a silence that they cannot find peace in. Something in the air grows antsy and restless, and it turns dark and sour.
“In due time”. David reminds the group, taking a drag from his cigarette.
And in collective silent acknowledgment, they agree with their pack leader. Following and trailing in his footsteps and shadow.
𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You never meant to get tangled up with the Lost Boys, but a wrong turn in the woods led you to them—four vampires with glowing eyes and dangerous smiles. Now, weeks later, you’re theirs. Surrounded by their cold skin and sharp promises, you’re not just safe—you’re wanted, desired, and maybe too far gone to care what they are.
𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.7k
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: suggestive themes. sexual tension. possessiveness.
The boardwalk hums with life, the carousel’s tinny music clashing with the roar of motorbikes and the screams from the roller coaster. You weave through the crowd, the salty ocean breeze tugging at your hair, your waitress apron still tied loosely around your waist from a double shift at the diner. Your feet ache, your head’s foggy, and all you want is to collapse into bed.
But the weight of their eyes on you, always watching, always there, makes your skin prickle with something that’s not quite fear anymore.
It started that night in the woods. A stupid shortcut after a late shift, your flashlight flickering, and then those glowing eyes. Four of them stepped out of the shadows like they owned the night. Paul, with his wild grin and a joint dangling from his lips. Marko, all sharp edges and sharper laughter. Dwayne, silent, his dark eyes pinning you in place. And David, cold and commanding, like he was sizing you up for dinner.
You should’ve screamed. Run. Done something. Instead, you snapped at David to get out of your way, or you’d make him. The words had tumbled out before you could stop them, fueled by exhaustion and defiance.
Paul had howled with laughter, Marko’s eyes had glinted with something dangerous, and even Dwayne’s stoic mask cracked into a faint smirk. David, though—he’d just stared, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile.
“Feisty,” he’d said, voice like gravel and smoke. “I like that.”
You thought that was the end of it. A weird encounter with some punks who hung out in the wrong part of town. But then they started showing up everywhere.
Paul slipping a mixtape labeled “For Our Girl” onto your windowsill, filled with Mötley Crüe and The Cure. Marko ambushing you at the pier, dragging you to a secluded stretch of beach to watch the stars his arm brushing yours. Dwayne wordlessly showing up at your rundown apartment to fix the lock after you mentioned it was busted, his hands steady and sure, his gaze lingering too long on your throat.
And David. David, who one night draped his leather coat over your shoulders when the wind off the ocean turned sharp, his gloved fingers grazing your jaw as he tilted your face up to meet his icy blue eyes. “Anyone messes with you,” he said, voice low and deadly, “they answer to us.”
Now, weeks later, you’re unsure what you are to them. Not a victim—they’ve made that clear. Not just a friend, either. There’s a heat in the way they watch you, a hunger that’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying. You’re theirs, they say, and the word carries a weight you’re only starting to understand.
Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You’re halfway across the boardwalk when Paul’s voice cuts through the noise, lazy and teasing. “Yo, babe, where you runnin’ off to?”
You turn, and there they are, lounging against the railing like they own the place. Paul’s sprawled out, one leg kicked up, his blond hair a mess from the wind. Marko’s next to him, twirling a switchblade between his fingers, his patchwork jacket catching the neon glow. Dwayne leans back, arms crossed, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watches you with that quiet intensity that makes your pulse race. And David—David stands at the center, his cigarette glowing red in the dark, his smirk promising trouble.
“Home,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “Some of us have jobs, you know.”
Paul laughs, loud and bright, hopping off the railing to sling an arm around your shoulders. “Jobs are overrated. Come hang with us. We’ve got plans.”
“Plans?” You raise an eyebrow, glancing at the others. Marko’s grin is all teeth, and Dwayne’s expression doesn’t shift, but you catch the faintest tilt of his head like he’s daring you to say yes. David just exhales a plume of smoke, watching you through half-lidded eyes.
“Something… fun,” David says, and the word drips with suggestion, his voice curling around you like a promise.
Your stomach flips. You know what they are. You’ve seen how their eyes glow in the dark, and their teeth glint a little too sharp. You’ve noticed the bloodstains on Marko’s jacket that he laughs off and the way Dwayne’s hands are always cold when they brush your skin. Vampires. The word sits heavy in your mind, but instead of running, you’re still here, caught in their orbit.
“Fun,” you repeat, crossing your arms. “Last time you said that, Marko tried to teach me to surf at three a.m. I nearly drowned.”
Marko snickers, flipping the switchblade closed. “You loved it, admit it. Looked hot in that wetsuit, too.”
“Keep dreaming,” you shoot back, but a smile tugs at your lips, and Marko’s eyes light up with mischief.
Paul tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. “C’mon, babe. Live a little. Or, y’know… unlive a little.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, but the heat of his body against yours sends a shiver down your spine.
Dwayne finally moves, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell the leather of his jacket and the faint tang of salt and iron that clings to him. “You’re tired,” he says, voice low, almost gentle. “Let us take you home.”
It’s not a question, but there’s no threat in it either. Just a quiet certainty, like he already knows you’ll say yes. You glance at David, who’s still watching you, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. There’s something in his gaze—possessive but not cruel. Like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do.
“Fine,” you say, exhaling like you’re annoyed, but your heart’s pounding. “But I’m not riding on the back of anyone’s bike. Last time, Paul nearly crashed us into a dumpster.”
“Lies!” Paul gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “I’m an artist on that bike.”
“An artist at chaos,” you mutter, and Marko laughs, sharp and delighted.
David flicks his cigarette away, stepping closer until he’s right in front of you, his presence overwhelming. “You’ll ride with me,” he says, and it’s not a request. His gloved hand brushes your cheek, lingering just long enough to catch your breath. “Unless you’re scared.”
You scoff, meeting his eyes. “Of you? Please.”
His smirk widens, and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you right there in front of everyone. Instead, he steps back, jerking his head toward the bikes parked nearby. “Let’s go.”
The ride to your apartment is a blur of wind and adrenaline, David’s bike roaring beneath you as you cling to his waist, the leather of his coat cool against your cheek. The others follow their laughter and whoops cutting through the night.
When you reach your place, you expect them to drop you off and peel out, but they don’t. They follow you inside, sprawling across your tiny living room like they own it—Paul kicking off his boots, Marko raiding your fridge, Dwayne leaning against the wall, watching you with that unreadable stare.
David doesn’t sit. He prowls, circling you like a predator as you untie your apron and toss it onto the counter. “You’re tense,” he says, voice low, almost a purr. “Rough night?”
“You could say that,” you reply, leaning against the counter, trying to ignore how your skin tingles under his gaze. “Some creeps at the diner wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
The air shifts. Paul’s head snaps up from where he’s sprawled on the couch, his grin gone. Marko freezes a bottle of soda halfway to his lips. Dwayne’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. David stops moving, his gaze locking onto yours, sharp and dangerous.
“Who?” David asks, and the single word is a blade.
You shrug, trying to play it off. “Just some drunk tourists. I handled it.”
“You handled it,” Marko repeats, setting the bottle down with a thud. “What’d they do?”
“Nothing worth mentioning,” you say, but your voice wavers and you curse yourself for it. “Just… got too close. Said some shit. My boss kicked them out.”
Dwayne pushes off the wall, stepping closer. “They touch you?” His voice is quiet, but there’s a lethal edge to it that makes your heart skip.
“No,” you say quickly. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“It’s not fine,” Paul growls, sitting up. “Point ‘em out next time. We’ll handle it.”
You laugh, but it’s shaky. “What, you gonna beat up every jerk who looks at me wrong?”
“Yes,” Marko says, dead serious, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip.
David’s gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but not painful, and the heat of his stare makes your breath hitch. “No one touches what’s ours,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “No one bothers you. Ever.”
The possessiveness in his words should scare you, but it doesn’t. Instead, it sends a thrill through you, dangerous and electric. You’re not sure when you stopped being afraid of them—when their sharp edges and glowing eyes started feeling like safety instead of a threat.
“I can take care of myself,” you say, but your voice is softer now, your defiance melting under the weight of their attention.
“We know,” Dwayne says, his voice a low rumble as he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm. “But you don’t have to.”
Paul’s on his feet now, crowding in, his grin back but sharper, hungrier. “You’re ours, babe. Means we’ve got your back. Always.”
Marko’s behind you, closer than you realized, his breath cool against your neck as he murmurs, “And we don’t share.”
Your pulse races, the air thick with tension—sexual, dangerous, intoxicating. You’re surrounded, their bodies close enough that you can feel the unnatural chill of their skin, the promise of something more in every lingering touch. David’s thumb brushes your lower lip, and you swallow hard, caught in the pull of his gaze.
“Get some rest,” he says finally, stepping back and breaking the spell. “We’ll be around.”
They leave as silently as they came, the roar of their bikes fading into the night. But the weight of their promise lingers, heavy and warm, and as you crawl into bed, you know there’s no going back. You’re theirs—and you’re not sure you’d want it any other way.
🍷 summary: Reader is a newly turned vampire and mated toThe Lost Boys. She was turned a few months before Micheal arrived. And the day that Frog Brothers come with the Emerson’s the Reader decided to sleep with her mates. And in their haste to rid Santa Carla of the Vampires they make a grave mistake. (No use of Y/n)
🍷 Word Count:2.7k
🍷: Part 2
The cave was quiet, the only sound being the waves hitting the rocks outside. All of the inhabitants of the cave peacefully sleeping, well almost all of them. Something instinctual, deep in your gut and the back of your mind is telling you somethings not right. Slipping through the dark fog in the faint chime of hushed whispers. Voices exchanging softly, all dim and low like they were sharing secrets.
It has you pushing your face deeper into David’s neck in an attempt to muffle out the sounds, desperate to escape fully back into the comfort of a deep sleep.
You usually slept in a bed that wasn’t far from where the boys slept, while Star and Laddie slept in the more open part of the cave. Something in your mind told you to sleep with the boys, so you listened to it.
When you arrived back at the cave after feeding, you were brought to where they slept. There was a little arguing over who you slept with,but something was telling you to sleep with David. So you stopped them from arguing,and they all climbed up to the bar they hang from. Dwanye stayed on the ground with you, so you had help getting to David. Once David is settled he opens his arms for you, and with a kiss to your head Dwanye helps you wrap yourself around David. Once you’re settled David wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck yourself into his hold.
It’s still daytime. Something deep in your gut and the back of your mind assures that the sun is still high up in the sky, scorching and hot. An intuition that you still don't quite understand, but it has your limbs turning heavy and lax, muscles relaxing in David’s hold Your exhaustion has you numb to the world, the delicate rhythm of the waves crashing outside the cave muting down into nothing, the sound of the quiet voices vanishing.It must be two of the boys. Awake already. It would strike you as odd on any other circumstance, and to a degree it does, but your sluggish brain is quick to let go of that train of thought.
The insistence that something is wrong fading into an ignorable afterthought. The scuffle of shoes along dust and stone ignites a tremble down the notches of your spine, as though your body is begging for you to wake up and investigate while it simultaneously sinks further into David’s tight hold.
Something isn't right, something isn't right.
It's like a chant. A primal whisper that coils through your bones and sinew. Leftovers from your ancestors, remnants of the instincts that had kept them alive long ago, but it all seems null and void against the fatigue that seems to press you down like a physical weight. Even while hidden away from the sun it seems to sap you of all your strength.
It's impossible to even try to rouse yourself. Its as though you're held under water. The strength of that debilitating exhaustion sweeps back over you, making the sound of the angry, masculine voice that rises up high within the cave, reverberating from the dust covered stone, dim and distant. As though it's miles away.
“I feel a draft. I think there’s something up here.” You hear from far-away, murky and vague.
“Let’s check it out Sam.” Another voice.
“I’ll be right back Mike.” A third voice. Mike. Mike. That sounds familiar from somewhere - someone. A name mentioned in passing. Mike. Michael. A discussion carried on by the boys while they were all encircled around one of the burn barrels one night. So casual while they considered the fate of a complete stranger as though they were discussing dinner and not the destiny of a man's soul. Some sap that had apparently caught the eye of Star. She hadn't wanted it to go far, but then again, it's never supposed to go that far. But David wanted the guy dead. He was meant to be her first, she hadn't been able to do it.
A wave of muddled scents breaks past the barrier of the rotting wood. Unfamiliar and thick, coated with cologne and shampoo that you don't recognize. All of it twisting with something even more out of place here. Something alive. Heat and life and blood. Iron, warmth, and salt. It's distinctly human. Living. The alarms go off in your head. Raging and flashing red in a way that's violent. And a bright light flashes behind your eyelids.
“JESUS.” One of the voices yells, another one screams before being cut off. Your eyes blink, lashes fluttering as you try to fight the sleep weighing your lids down. Your vision blurs a little, straining through the exhaustion, but then you notice the three figures standing below. They're children. Looking lost, dressed in camo and gear as though they've prepared to fight a war. One has his hand wrapped around the mouth of the blonde child muffling his scream. Wide blue eyes reflecting a visible panic while he stumbles back away from the other two. Another swears, cursing sharply under his breath while he flinches. But it's the one closest to you that moves. His dog tags glinting and chiming from a movement so sharp that it had to be a reflex, but the determination burning in his eyes is purposeful.
“I thought they were supposed to be in coffins.”
“That’s what this cave is. One giant coffin.” The one with the bandanna says as he moved with the other one dressed in camo. They begin to climb up the wood beside your group.
“They’re at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.”
“You just have to kill the leader huh.”
“We don’t know which on he is. We’ll kill them all.”
“We’ll start with her. She’s already seen us.” They say as the climb closer to where you’re hanging with David. An animal kind of panic tears through you, lighting up your nerves like lives wires, electricity and adrenaline burning through your veins with the white heat of fire. You try to move and wake up David, but your limbs struggle, sleep thawing in your tired arms and legs.
"Kill her, kill her!" One shouts all while the blonde in the background yells at them to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. The boy wielding the stake lunges forward with a war cry. You manage to wiggle slightly in David’s hold.
“David wake up!” A panicked shout rips from your throat, but David remains sleeping.
"The bitch is trying to wake them, you gotta get her before they wake up," someone shouts in a panicked rush. You continue to squirm in David’s hold trying to get the two of you away from the teenagers. Poised in the air, high above the boy's head in an arch. There's hardly any time to act and fear sinks in your gut, chilled and frozen as he drives it down with all the strength he has in his body; his lips curled in a hateful snarl. He's going to kill you. This is it. This is how you die. Your mind screams it over and over again on a broken loop, but your body acts all on its own. It twists so David’s unconscious body turns away from the stake,and your heart is away from the point.
There's no time to rejoice when the stake is already piercing your skin. It sinks in deep, parting flesh and muscle beneath its lethal point. The boy collapses and tips over the side of the ledge that they were standing on. You don't initially realize that you're screaming. You feel it first. The strength of your agonized wail shreds up your throat as though you've swallowed nails, but that pain is secondary to the fire and anguish pulsing through your shoulder. The stake is still wedged inside of your back, burrowing past skin and meat, prying at your shoulder blade like it means to rip it free from the sinew keeping it intact with the other bones. You're bleeding. You can smell it, sharp and distinct in the panicked air. The pain is crippling. Ripping and engulfing, eating up your spine.
The boy with the blue bandana wrapped around his head is stepping forward, already clasping a stake in a white-knuckled hold. The resolve in his eyes is haunting. The desire to kill you fervent and glaring in his stare. That's all it takes to have your voice spilling from you, rising up in another terrified shout.
“BOYS WAKE UP!”
"Say your prayers bloodsucker." He practically spits it out, lips twisting in a grimace as he moves forward preparing to stake you again. And then combined hissing and snarling fills the pit as the boys awaken. They finally awoke to your shouts and the smell of your blood. Four sets of yellow eyes focus in on the three humans in front of them as snarls fill the air.
"Guys, guys, we gotta go." It's the blonde that's repeating it over and over as he sees the vampires awaks, stumbling over his words while he jerks on the other's arms. They give in without any resistance. Fear alive and bright in their eyes, even while the kid with the bandana points his stake in your direction and tosses a quick "This isn't over" at you as the three of them take off in a brisk jumble in the direction that they came from.
The growls from within the cavern raise up higher as the boys realize what happened and it has the kids in a full-blown panic. Tripping over their feet in an ungraceful run as they try and reach the opening of the cave. Your body trembles and your head rolls forward onto the snarling David’s chest.
“YOU’RE DEAD MEAT.”
You can feel your lung snag and pinch as though it's being burned from the inside out, catching on the point of the stake when you inhale. It has you crying, a tear managing to trickle free as your ribcage shudders violently as you gasp.
You don't want to take your eyes off of them, desperate to track their panicked flee, but your eyes cloud over. Stars dot your vision, spotting and flickering in shifting colors as a vignette blurs around the corners of your sight. You feel the world spin as David jumps down from the bar and lands on his feet. You still cradled against his chest. Three more thumps follow as the rest of the boys land behind. Iron coats your tongue. Thick and wet. Bursting up from the back of your throat while you try to breathe, spitting up with each labored inhale. You can feel your life waning. The strength diminishing, shrinking under your skin. Dying out like a flame that's being smothered. Whimpers spill from your lips as your carefully laid on your bed. You can hear the sound of claws ripping across the earth as two of the vampires tear their way out of the chasm like creatures pouring out of hell.
You hear muffled screams and shouts. The dull thud of hysterical footsteps as they rush to escape before death can seize them. You hear David's bellow roll throughout the cave, crashing over the screams from the horrified children. The loud chaos of it all grows dim - distant as they're no doubt running up the mouth of the cave while Paul's laugh rings out from somewhere far away.
It makes you jump when a pair of hands smooth over your shoulders, light like a caress, but you can still feel a heavy tremble run through the fingers. A voice hums out, cooing softly to hush you when a strangled sob wrangles out from your body. The way they handle you is delicate, softly turning you over onto your hip and lifting you up to cradle you against their chest as though you might shatter into a million pieces otherwise. Breathing past the wet iron to try and notice the traces of spice and earth and musk.
It was Dwanye. You try to say his name, but your throat tightens, choking on blood. You can feel his fingers grip your bicep, holding you still and you know that he's looking at the stake punctured deep in your flesh. His hold is nowhere close to the to the wound and yet it flares pain across your nerves, making you twist in his arms while a gutted sob wracks from your body.
"I know, I know, love. I know,but I have to take it out" he says into your hair. It's difficult to hear his voice past the roaring in your ears, but once the words make it past the hum. It's like you can feel the agony already, simmering and slicing across your fried nerves like the edge of razor blades.
“Marko! I’m gonna need your help. ” He calls and you can hear another person coming. And then a gloved hand is cradling your face. The glove was cold against your skin as the hand tilts your head back from where it was tucked against Dwayne’s shoulder. It makes your lashes flutter, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open with how heavy they've grown, weighing heavy and threatening to slip closed.
“If we don’t remove it. You’ll die baby.” Marko says. There's a protest lodged somewhere in your mouth, slick from the blood and caught on a broken gasp, but you don't have time try and voice it.
“I’m gonna hold her still you pull it out.” Dwanye says as his grip around you tightens. Marko nods, gripping the stake in his hand and pulls. You want to scream, but there's no air left in your lungs for you to do so, and all that makes it out is a ragged, splintered gasp.
Scorching hot pain pours in your veins as he rips the wood from your shoulder. It slices ribbons up your spine, feeling bone deep and white-hot, acid lashing up your muscles.You thrash in Dwayne’s lap, the grip around you tightening and pinning you against his chest. Marko continues to pull the stake from your shoulder, and there’s hardly any relief once its out. The damage it's done is still agonizing, coiling through your muscles. It's as though the flesh on your back has been flayed.
You can faintly hear the clatter of the stake hitting the stone walls. As the two fuss over you, David and Paul rush back into the area where your bed is.
“How is she?” There's a rawness to his voice, a breathless edge despite the non-necessity of breathing.
“She needs to feed.” Dwanye says. “She won’t make it to sundown.”
David stalks forward while dragging his nail across his wrist. He kneels beside your bed and presses his wrist against your lips. You clasp your fingers around his arm, digging into the aged leather of his jacket. Your teeth bury themselves into his arm as his blood pours down your throat. You feel a hand stroking your head as you feed on his blood. Life floods back into you with each gulp, syrupy and warm. The hole made in the split meat and torn flesh of your back begins to mend in a sluggish process, stunted. You’re cradled protectively between Dwayne and David as Paul and Marko hover around the two.
Paul leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Did you get them?" Dwayne asks.
The thick silence that follows gives Marko and Dwayne their answer. And twin snarls rip out of their throats.
“They’re dead.”
“And they will be. They will be.” David says with a snarl.
“Paul when nightfall hits I want you and Dwayne to go hunt. She’ll need an actual feeding and we’ll need our full strength.” David says as he continues to stroke your hair, letting you have your fill of his blood. He wanted to make sure your wound was healed.
“Marko you’ll be staying here with her while we go take care of the little pests.” Paul nods as he sits on the edge of your bed by your head.
“They’ll regret touching our mate.” They all say as your wound completely healed and you pulled away from David’s wrist sagging against Dwayne as exhaustion took over. The boys continued to plan their attack as you fell into a deep sleep.
𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. The lost boys, star, Micheal xg.n. Reader {seperate}
𝕬.𝕹. Might write a oneshot abt this {was thinking Dwayne}
𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑 has a little brother so he knows what it’s like to have someone fall asleep one him. He’s very chill about it. Yeah he’ll tease you but it mostly just him cradling you as you sleep.
𝕯𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖉 lets you lay there. He don’t do any grand hugs or kisses like that. All he has is a hand on the small of your back and your head. But if you start drooling because he's pushing you off, he doesn't care if it’s your bed.
𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 is often accompanied by laddie so there fo he’s gotten used to th boy falling asleep on him. The same thing applies on how he works with laddie when the little boy falls asleep. Dwayne normally will wrap you up in his jacket or blanket and carry you off to your bed or tuck you in under your bed covers.
𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑 doesn’t bother you. Paul is a chill guy, he craves attention and physical touch so having you on top of him sleeping is like a dream come true. He’d talk about some nonsense while you're nocked out. He’d definitely caress your face or back gently, it’s an absent minded practice he has with everyone.
𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖔 doodles on you. He always has a marker or pen on him though he respects you enough to not do it upon your face. I think he’d try to copy his jacket pattern onto your own arms and such.
𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗 watches over laddie a lot and consequently he tends to fall asleep on her. When you do the same she’ll probably wrap a blanket around the two of you as she continues to watch the tv. She’d comment on what’s happening regardless if your awake or not.
Could you do a poly!lost boys x human reader where the reader gets like jumped in the day time by the surf nazis. When reader (g/n your choosing?) comes by the cave at like sunset or something still really hurt the boys turn comforting and murderous? I hope that makes sense!! Thank you so much :)
I’m so glad I’m getting requests for my literal favorite movie 😼
I’m currently working on a Dwayne fic so stay tuned yall
Anyways yar
(If you can’t tell I’m terrible at naming these fics)
Bruised losers
Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)/TLB
Warnings: violence, vampirism, blood, kind of graphic?, slight angst, mentions of drugs (marijuana/weed), choking, fluff, I’m terrible at warnings ik
Pairings: Poly!Lost Boys x GN! Reader
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You hadn’t expected your day to go like this.
After weeks of going to the boardwalk after the sun had set, you decided to go during the day.
What you thought was going to be a nice refreshing sun filled afternoon, turned into a bruised, bloody one instead.
You were walking past some of the game stalls, just looking for something interesting to do or see if anything is different in the daytime versus the night.
Well, some guys decided to take an interest in you, and approach.
“Hey Sugar, how about you come with us… we’ll show you a real good time…”
He said, just by the way he presented himself you could tell he was a… surf nazi.
Aka your boys rival gang.
Also the gang they fed from the most.
The words that fall from between his chapped lips made a rush of disgust rip through your body and settle in your chest.
“Um, I’ll pass.”
You said, bluntly and firmly, hoping and praying they would just back off and leave you alone.
What were you thinking? These were surf nazis for crying out loud!
In response he snarled
“Cmon baby, we don’t bite.”
He stepped closer, while the other men started to circle around you.
They smelled like the beer from the pub not too far down the boardwalk.
Instead of answering verbally, you placed your hands on his shoulders and shoved him as hard as possible, and bolted.
You hid in an alley way for about half and hour.
In which they found you
Then cornered you
And beat you.
One was holding you still, while one of them held your throat tightly restricting your breathing, the other struck your face with a clenched fist.
“I don’t take kindly to ungrateful little bitches.”
This went on for the next couple minutes, only stopping when more people started to crowd the areas around the alley.
They let go of you, and walked away, laughing like hyenas.
You slowly sat up, head spinning, throat hurting, while you tried to regain your breathing. You had bruises up and down your arms, red cheeks and eyes, a reddish purple mark around your neck, and a bloody nose.
Standing up, swaying a bit, you walked to your car.
Getting in and driving to your house to hopefully fix whatever was done to your body.
Time skip
It had been about 5 hours since the initial attack, and you had felt a lot better than before, your nose had stopped bleeding, the bruises didn’t hurt as much, the redness on your cheeks and eyes had gone away, the only thing that was still visible were the dark purple bruises and the red ring around your neck.
Quickly covering that up with makeup though, just so the boys wouldn’t worry.
You drank some water… okay not just “some”, a LOT, just to help keep your body hydrated.
You left the house, heading back to the boardwalk to meet up with the boys for the night, when you arrived, you stood by the railing that looked over the beach.
Marko was always the one to find you, his sense of smell was the best out of the boys.
The sound of fabric shuffling made you turn your head, greeted by three blondes and a brunette standing to the side of you.
Marko was the first one to hug you, placing a small kiss to the tip of your nose, next was Paul, he picked you up and spun you around, David was third, walking over to you and kissing your head, brushing his hand over your cheek, last was Dwayne, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of Paul’s embrace, to which he whined, Dwayne captured your lips in a kiss that always made you feel woozy and your knees almost give out.
Paul grabbed you from Dwayne and backed you against the railing you were originally leaning on.
Peppering your face with kisses, which soon turned into a heated make out. The others let out wolf whistles and laughed.
His hands started to wander, rubbing up and down your sides, he grabbed a particularly sensitive area on your hip and you winced, which he noticed.
Pulling away from your lips, Paul looked at your face.
“You okay baby?” He asked, a little worried he had grabbed you too hard or had hurt you.
“Yeah I’m fine Paulie” you lied, but Dwayne picked up on it, Dwayne could always tell when someone was lying versus being truthful.
Marko also noticed something, apparently you had missed a spot when covering the ring around your neck.
Marko stood beside you, licked him thumb, and swiped it across the area around the dark patch that wasn’t covered, revealing more of the dark circle around your throat.
Paul and Marko both frowned. David wasn’t paying that much attention, instead looking for his victim of the night, Dwayne’s eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Who did this to you?” Dwayne’s voice chided from beside Marko.
“I went out to the boardwalk earlier today because I wanted to see if anything was different about it, and some surf nazi’s came up to me and started hitting on me and then when I told them I wasn’t interested and ran away they followed me into an alley… and then, they um… started hitting me… one of them was choking me”
You held back tears explaining what happened.
“Oh Angel…” Marko said, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
David didn’t look at you, but he heard everything and he was holding back a scowl, who could ever hurt his mate like that.
Paul frowned and rubbed your cheek.
Dwayne stood there, staring at the red mark around your neck, seething with anger that he can’t quite show yet.
“Let’s go get some cotton candy and go ride some rides, to help get your mind off that thing.” Paul said while stroking your cheek.
“Ok…”
A couple hours go by and now you were all in the cave, listening to whatever music Paul put on, snuggled against Dwayne’s side while he stroked your hair.
It was getting late and you started getting sleepy, Marko picked you up and helped you snuggle into one of the makeshift beds in the cave.
After that he went to the main area where all the other boys were at.
…
“So are we gonna do something about those bastards?”
Paul said, hoping to make an absolute mess out of the guys that hurt you.
David nodded.
“Let’s go boys, it’s feeding time.”
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A/N: this was a little hard to write but I think it turned out pretty good if I do say so myself
David sitting in his wheelchair watching Marko fuck you doggy style on the cave floor while you moan and beg with your head at David's boots… maybe even one resting on top of your head while you lick the other
Hiiii can I request a selfcare day with the slashers? Like their s/o some how convinced them to do a mini spa day? Clay mask, manicure, etc? :))
OFFFCCC, THESE SLASHERS NEED TO TAKE A SPA DAY!!
Slashers: Patrick, Norman, Carrie, Chucky (Charles) & Tiffany, Sinclair brothers, Billy & Stu, The Lost Boys, Hannibal & Will, Jason, RZ Michael, Thomas & Bubba, & Billy Lenz & Brahms!!
(This was not really accurate, because I've never been to a spa before, also I really wrote this kinda fast so there might be a lot of repeated words, so I'm so sorry!!)
Slashers x S/O doing a mini spa day!
Patrick:
Patrick wanted a spa day with you after all his anger he put on people.. So he reserved an expensive spa place for you and him! You didn't know how to pay Patrick back for taking you to an expensive spa, but he just says that it doesn't matter, and that his darling needed a spa day too!
Patrick ordered manicures for you, clay masks, massages, etc! There was so much that Patrick ordered for both of you, and he decided to reserve the whole damn place too! Because he didn't want to be bothered by other people.
Once you were done with your manicures, he pulled you into the massage room, and the people started massaging. Your muscles were really tight, due to the stress, and now you feel so relaxed and so does Patrick too! After massages, Patrick pulled you into the sauna room and rubbed the clay onto your face, and then he did his. Feeling even more relaxed in the hot sauna, you and Patrick are so glad you guys decided to do a spa day off of things that stresses both of you out.
Norman:
You suggested to Norman about a little spa day with you and him, since you've seen him always stressed out about something. Of course Norman wanted to take a day off of work and have a mini spa day with you! Norman had things for the spa day, because he does own a motel for bath stuff too!
Luckily your own home has a bath tub that would fit both you in, so you started turning on warm or hot water. Norman got bath bombs, things to make the clay masks, etc! Norman was so ready for this little mini spa day with you!Norman plopped 1 or 2 bath bombs that smell like flowers that you love to smell, and started making the clay masks. You took the bowl from him and told him that he had to relax, and that you will do everything prepared for him.
Norman then nodded his head and took his clothes off, and went into the water. After you did the clay masks, you then said to Norman you'll be right back, because you are going to get something. You came back with two bowls, one with melted chocolate and one with strawberries! You then pulled a chair and a small foldable table and sat down, and you started massaging Norman's head praising him for how wonderful he is, and also feeding chocolate strawberries!
Carrie:
You and Carrie have been planning a spa day as an anniversary on the day you two became best friends, or being girlfriends! You two decided to go to a spa that was nearby in your neighborhood, and the usual people that know you two welcomed you both in! Because you two loved to get manicures from there!
You then told the person that was working at the front desk, that you and Carrie are gonna do a spa day! They immediately got their people to prepare for the spa, clay masks, etc!
Then your spa room was ready, you and Carrie both walked into the room and felt the humid air on your skin, just the perfect temperature! You both then went into the spa and immediately felt relaxed, you then put clay on your face and Carrie's, and you then massaged her back. Just a nice relaxing spa day with your bestie/girlfriend Carrie!
Chucky (Charles) & Tiffany:
You and Tiffany were planning to go to a spa for relaxation, but Chucky heard your conversation and wanted to tag along since he wanted to relax too. You invited Chucky too since you got paid on Friday for this special occasion for everyone to just relax!
Walking into the spa it felt really welcoming, the decoration, colors, everything! You and Tiffany were ready for the spa and everything, but Chucky didn't want to do spa stuff, he thinks it's only for women..
That's okay, you didn't want to force him into anything that you and Tiffany like! You two immediately got ready for the spa, skin routine, clay masks, etc! After you two were done doing your routine, you both then went into the spa and immediately felt relaxed! Chucky just watched you two have the time of your lives, happy that you both are having fun, even him too!
Sinclair Brothers: (Bo, Vincent, & Lester)
You decided to make a spa day for them without telling them about it, since they've always been stressed out about something. You got everything ready for the brother, the warm bath, clay masks, etc! Right now you are taking them to your spa, blindfolded. A little trip and hits from tree branches over there and here, until you all arrived!
You pulled their blindfolds over their heads, and they were amazed to see a steaming built spa, some sweets/food, and a lot of other things too! Both Lester and Bo immediately went into the steaming spa and felt relaxed, but Vincent was taking his time. All three of them are now in the spa, and you grab some sweets/food and drinks.
You were happy they liked what you have done, all three of them were so relaxed! You then told them that you got snacks for them, and immediately Lester came by and wanted you to hand feed them. You laughed, and started feeding him snacks, Bo and Vincent just got their snacks. Everything was perfect for everyone!
Billy & Stu:
These two love snooping around your room, for stuff.. They looked at your colorful calendar to see what plans you have for this week. They've seen 'pay bills,' 'pay electricity bills,' so many damn bills they thought. Until their eyes landed on a Saturday and they read it, 'Spa days with my boys!!'
Billy and Stu put on their "poker face" and totally did not read your calendar! They went downstairs to see you cooking, and felt bad because after seeing that your calendar was full of bills and other important things, they wanted to help you! Billy grabbed the wooden cooking spoon from your hand, and by your surprise you were about to say something until Stu walked you over the table and let you sit down.
Once it was Saturday, they were so ready for you to take them to the spa! You told them that you all will be going to the spa! Arriving at the spa, you have already made a reservation for a room, and these two already hopped into the spa! You took your sweet sweet time putting on your clay mask, and you hopped into the spa too! Billy and Stu then started making fun of you, because of the stuff that was on your face! Which yes you almost got out of the spa and went somewhere because of their rudeness, but they pulled you back in. Laughter just filling in the air, while making splashes everywhere in the spa!
The Lost Boys: (David, Dwayne, Paul, & Marko)
Since these vampires can't go out in the sun, you planned their spa at night! You made it a surprise, so you had to put on masks to cover their eyes so that they wouldn't peek. Everything was ready, the spa, snacks, etc!
You uncovered all their eyes and let them see! The boys looked around the place you did, and walked towards the hot spa. Paul and Marko already took off their clothes and went in, feeling relieved and relaxed. David and Dwayne think that the steaming water will burn them, but looking at Paul and Marko it didn't seem they were screaming in pain or anything, so they went in too!
All of the boys started splashing water at each other's faces, making messes, and just being boys! Once you came by with the snacks, they wanted you to feed them, so you did! All the boys thought that you were coming to the spa, but you said it was for them. They all said their thanks since you did so much work for your vampires! They love you so much that you took your time with the spa, and how you take care of them too!
Hannibal & Will:
You had to take these two to a spa, because Will is always stressed out, and Hannibal needs to take his mind off of his killing.. So you pulled Hannibal and Will into the car and drove off. They asked you where you were taking them, and you just answered with a 'somewhere fun'.
You then parked your car and got outside with Will and Hannibal. Hannibal and Will looked at the store and thought that you were taking them shopping, but once they walked inside it was one of those spa places! They saw you talking to a front desk lady, probably thinking that you were paying, which they tried to stop you from paying. You told them you have already paid a reservation, and that you told them to follow you!
Hannibal and Will felt bad that you paid for the reservation for them! You told them not to worry about anything and that they just needed to relax! So they took your word and took off their clothes, and went into the spa. You did the same thing, since you felt really stressed too. You all felt really relaxed afterwards, and these two decided to take you all out to an expensive restaurant since you paid for the spa!
Jason:
Jason loves to look at magazines during his free time, and his eyes came across a page about spa! Jason then came running to you feeling all giddy about it, and you thought it was an earthquake since the cabin was shaking!
Then it stopped once Jason came to you, Jason showed you why he came running down the hall to you, and you looked at what he was pointing at and saw he was pointing at a spa. Relaxed people having fun, snacks, clay masks, etc! So you told Jason you would do that for him! Jason shook his head, and signed in sign language that he wanted to help you with building the spa and everything else!
You and Jason started building a spa that was like the one in the magazine, but a little different! After building the spa, Jason worked on doing the snacks and you did the stuff you both need for the spa! Jason then worked on putting a filter for the spa water, because since the only water there is, it's the lake water. You then came outside seeing Jason already prepared the spa, snacks, and the decorations! After all that hard work, you both finally went into the spa and everything was perfect, just a romantic spa with Jason!
RZ! Michael:
Spa day at home, because this Tarzan looking dude, is everywhere where he is wanted! You wanted to do a spa day for Michael, because you have a feeling that his hair is tangled, and he also needed to take a bath since he reeks of blood from his victims and animals..
You started a warm bubble bath, grabbed some body wash, shampoo, & conditioner. You then waited until the bath was filled almost to the top. Once the bathtub was filled, you then walked downstairs to get some snacks, and went back up. Michael then wondered what you were doing, and walked upstairs to where you were.Michael then saw you sitting down, and you looked at him and told him to come and shut the door. Michael then did what you asked and walked over to you, you then pointed at the bathtub and said that he had to take a bath.
Since there were bubbles in the bath, Michael immediately took off his clothes and went inside. Bubble baths is what makes Michael entertained, and it also reminds him of his mom doing his bath too! You squirted some conditioner on your hand and started untangling Michael's hair. After a little while of untangling his hair, you then fed Michael some snacks and told him that he did a great job of not complaining of showering! Just giving love and praise to Michael for doing such a great job!
Thomas & Bubba:
It was just a normal hot sunny day in Texas, and you have been working on doing a spa day with these two! Nice ice cold water for both of them, since their skin is always hot during hardworking days like these. Killing off people and making them as meat.
You got the ice bath ready, snacks, clay, etc! Now you have to tell them that they can come outside! You walked your home and told Thomas and Bubba that it was ready, Bubba got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked towards you, Thomas did the same too.
Walking to the backyard, Thomas and Bubba looked at the whole thing you made just for them! A nice cold bath, snacks, drinks, and some other stuff that they didn't know you made too! Since it was still hot outside almost all the ice melted, so it was still cold and Thomas and bubba love you so much that you took the time to make all this just for them. You also wanted to feed them some snacks which they let you! Luda Mae looked outside seeing that you made a spa for them, but with cold baths which she laughed at. But she was really happy that both boys are having fun and relaxing at the same time!
Billy Lenz & Brahms:
Doing a spa day is good for these two, because they always smell bad whenever they walk around the house. That's why these two are trying to find you in Brahms big mansion, until they found you in a big room that's like a big sauna room.
They looked at what you were doing at the spa, the snacks that were nearby, etc! You turned around and saw Billy and Brahms looking everywhere in the spa. You then walked to the door, closed it, and locked it just in case those two tried to run out from not taking a bath.. They wanted to know what was all this, until you told them that they had to take a bath. They fled to the door, but it was locked and saw that you were giving them your glare.
They sluggishly walked to the bath that was full of warm water with bubbles, took off their clothes, and went inside. You then placed the snack on a little foldable table, you grabbed a shower cloth and started scrubbing off all the dirt off of those two. You then grabbed the treats and fed them, they felt so relaxed and happy that you fed and washed them!
