can we get more headcanon or lost boys x reader stories in the late night client AU? our stylist doesn't know but the guys consider her theirs or that one night she finds herself really down on some jerk and they're like: who did this shit?
Nightly clients P2
Platonic!Lost Boys x Hairdresser!Reader
My first ask!! Thank you so much for asking✨ All cheer those who work with any kind of customer service!! Sorry for taking so long, I hope you like it!
A/N: g/n reader, reader’s a hairstylist, nicknames used are Nugget and Sweet Cheeks, mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of possible murder, Y/N is used one time because David’s a little shit who likes to use first names when referring to people. (1383 words)
Your week was a mess, your life in the last four days ascending into chaos. At home, your air conditioner stopped working, the sink clogged and the last storm messed up your roof so now you were living in a hot, nasty smelling wet house. Not fun.
So you thought to yourself “thank god this week’s appointments are simple” ha, your mistake.
It seemed that every single client was trying to pick a fight with you:
Mrs Wilbur brought in her dog to have a spa day with her, and the little thing kept running around, scratching your legs, biting your shoes and yapping in everyone’s ears. When confronted, all she said was “oh, he’s just playing around!”
Old man Darcy kept flirting with you, talking about your figure in very inappropriate ways, downing coffee from the client’s pot like vodka shots, he even slapped your ass hard when he was leaving, startling you and making you burn yourself with the flat iron in your hands.
Everything led to a mind splitting headache. And then you found out that you forgot lunch at home and wouldn’t have time to go out to buy some.
On top of all that, your colleague said to your face that you should be kinder with the clients or you wouldn’t have any besides your “little freaks” as he said.
Well, you had to pull yourself together. It was Friday Fright after all, and you knew that the boys would come in at any moment after dark. You went to the bathroom and washed your face, trained your smile in the mirror, and stretched a bit. Your boss left by eight, leaving you alone to wait until around ten. Uncaring for the consequences, you snatched a biscuit or two from the client’s snack table and sat on your styling chair staring at nothing, listening to the oddly cheery music on the radio.
The doorbell chimed in after a while, and the four familiar faces got in.
Paul was smiling widely and pestering David who wore a black hat that saw better days, Marko went straight to the radio to change the music and Dwayne sat on a waiting couch and took a magazine with a photograph of Cindy Lauper.
You were doing great pretending that everything was alright, until you were in the middle of preparing David for his usual root touch-up and he saw the unusual thin angry-red line on your arm, and of course, he asked about it, bringing Paul’s attention to it too.
Brushing it off as a simple accident wasn’t cutting it. David stared the mark and then looked right into your eyes for what seemed to be an eternity and asked you “Tough week?”
“Nothing too serious, I’m fine“ you said with a small smile, but when you tried to remove your hand from his grasp, he tightened it and gave you a more pointed look, calling the others with a somewhat loud “Boys!“
Dwayne dropped the magazine, Paul stopped playing with the chair and Marko paused the music dramatically. Everybody was looking at David and you, eyes lingering on the burn on your arm.
“How are you doing?” His gaze was pointed “Don’t be shy now, tell me“
You gulped as everybody kept staring at you, expecting an answer. Your face was burning hot from shame and you felt your face contort into a massive frown, breaking down crying. Only then, David let go of your arm, and removed the plastic cape from his body “Tell us who did it”
Paul rushed to your side and pushed you to sit close to Dwayne, who had an arm draped around you as soon as you sat by his side. Paul was cleaning your teary face with a warm towel while Marko kept asking for names, saying that he’s the only one that can mess with you.
You couldn’t talk for a while, and you ended up crying for almost thirty minutes. Every minute Dwayne pushed you further into his side, his low voice shushing you into calming down from your little outburst.
David insisted on making you talk so they could take care of it for you, turning your face to him with his gloved fingers just so you would keep your eyes on his baby blue ones.
They canceled the appointments for the night and offered to take you home so you could rest properly.
You hopped on the back of David’s bike after closing the saloon, and he and Marko took you to your house while Paul and Dwayne were going out to get “food and supplies” as they said.
After taking a cold shower to freshen up, you heard loud noises and bickering coming from your ceiling, and when you questioned, David plainly explained that “They are fixing the roof for you, y/n” as he ate from a box of noodles “Or trying!” Marko interjected with a mischievous grin as he gave a box to you and sat by your side, his legs splayed on the coffee table.
You were still processing everything as you played with the food in your hands.
“Stop thinking too much, relax“ and suddenly a wave of calm washed over you, like David just ordered your body to not be tense. You took a deep breath and started to eat.
“So, who did it?“ Marko asked once again, earning a un-calm look from you “C’mon, Nugget, we just wanna help“
“What are you gonna do if I tell you?“ you asked, earnings sly laughs from Marko and David.
David leaned into your side, into your personal space, raising his eyebrows, eyes looking innocent but the question far from it “What do you want us to do?“ He was dead serious “We could make their life a living hell, terrorize them at night and make sure they were just as afraid during the day“
You were speechless, why would they do that to you? Why were you relevant?
Again, just like many times that David seemed to hear your thoughts, he answered with a dark look in his eyes, a false layer of innocence as he tilted his head to the side “How could we let our favorite little human suffer the inconveniences of life?”
What the fuck?
“Let us do it, let me make them suffer for what they did“
“Yeah, they’ll have what they deserve“ Marko grinned, very excited. His arm on your shoulders as he traced his fingers on your neck.
“Why?“ it was all you could muster when Dwayne and Paul came in laughing through your window, hands and boots dirty with roof grime.
“Sweet cheeks!“ Paul cheered and pulled a chair near the sofa “Leave it to us, we swear we won’t hurt them“ he gave you his signature toothy grin and bit his lower lip.
“Talk for yourself, Paul“ Dwayne checked your fridge and got a soda bottle out, popping it open with his finger, David and Marko laughed darkly at the comment.
“Why are you offering it to me?“ you asked, genuine confusion in your head even though David’s magic spell kept you from escalating too much.
They fell silent, eyeing each other and grinning.
“Because you’re our little nugget“ Marko said, pinching your cheek “and everyone who messes with our lil nugget deserves to pay, that’s why“
“You are our stylist, because of you, all eyes on Santa Clara turn toward us“ David brushed your face with his gloved hand “You keep us impeccable, isn’t it true boys?“
Mutual agreements murmured in your small living room, and expectant looks turned to you once again “Let us do it, they won’t bother you anymore” Dwayne sat on your countertop, drinking the cherry red beverage and eyeing you.
“I’ll make a list then“ was all you said before the four of them cheered loudly, hands clapping, Paul hopping around your living room and coming up to you to press a kiss on your cheek and a very confused you still sitting awkwardly as they kept celebrating. You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself into, but you stopped caring when you drifted off leaning into Dwayne in the couch, a rerun of Rosemary’s baby playing on your little television, and soft laughs rising around you during the bloody scenes.
