moth’s note: wanted to write abt my girl <3 my gf kinda inspired this fic
tags: weed 🍃, smoking, shotgunning, wlw, kissing, vampire gfs fluff, modern, reader is almost as bad a stoner as paul, nail painting, the boys themselves lol
word count: 0.9k
A stolen joint from Paul’s stash hangs from your mouth as you look through your bag of nail polish.
“Y/n! Paul will notice one’s missing!” Star laughs as she notices the joint. She joins you on your bed.
The boys were out tonight, Star begged you for a a quiet night in, just the two of you. Of course you had said yes.
“Don’t worry, he’s owes me!” You smile at her. “So what colors do you think you want for your nails babe?”
She purses her lips and hums. “I think just black tonight.”
You grab the first black bottle you find and start shaking it. “Just black? I can do more colors if you want, or designs?” You lean in, hold the joint in your fingers, and start to whisper.
“I stole one of Marko’s micro paintbrushes. I can do swirly designs.” You start to laugh as the weed starts to slowly kick in.
Star smiles and rolls her eyes. “Maybe… some lavender swirly designs please?”
You nod, “I can definitely do that.” You roll over to your side table and grab said stolen micro brush off of your side table and roll back and face Star.
“Okay,” you inhale in and out of the joint, turning your head, to not blow smoke in Star’s direction. “Wait… do you want a hit of this?”
She nods her head. “Just one.”
“Absolutely, wait, wanna try shotgunning it?”
“Yeah, let’s try it.” She says softly.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” you run a finger down her shoulder, letting your hand slap down on the bed.
“Yes Y/n, I want to try it with you.”
“Sorry, just making sure you’re all good.” You take another hit and hold it in your mouth.
Star leans in and closes her eyes. Her lips meet yours and you kiss at first. Your tongues dance you slowly breathe the smoke into her mouth.
Star inhales and moans. You pull away and watch Star as she exhales, the smoke coming out of her nose and mouth. She opens her brown eyes.
“Perfect.” She moans.
“Good!” You softly clap your hands and look at your nail polish you set aside. “Shall we get started?”
“Yes please.” Star holds out both her hands and wiggles her fingers at you.
“Tease,” you say nonchalantly, the joint flopping in your mouth. You open the black bottle. You start in Star’s thumb.
She smiles and tilts her head. She loves the look of concentration on your face. Pure concentration.
“Can you take it out of my mouth?” You ask.
Star understands what you mean. She takes the joint out and holds it for you as you exhale and finish with her thumb. “Okay, that guy’s done.”
“Beautiful. I love it.” Star leans in and pecks you on the lips.
“Thank you.” You say. You feel floaty and in a warm daze, eyes slightly heavy.
“I get so sleepy around you, you know?” You start.
“Why’s that?” Star asks, she bring the joint to her lips.
You shake your head. “I don’t know. I read somewhere on my phone it means that you feel really safe around that person. I could be wrong though.”
She smiles and hands you the joint. “You feel safe around me?”
“I do, yeah.” You say looking at her. “You and the boys but mostly you.” You blow out before you start to blow on Star’s nails trying to make the Fast Dry paint dry faster.
“That’s good because, I feel safe around you too.” she runs her now free hand over your cheek. You turn and inhale the vanilla perfume on her wrist and kiss her there.
“Good.”
You finally finish her nails and the joint being shared between you. You’re both now lying in your shared bed. Star holds her hand out and admires her nails. “They’re like yours but mine are more whimsy.” She comments.
You hold your hand out by hers. Looking at your all black nails. “Yeah you’re right. Hands are so weird.”
Star curls into your chest, a silent laugh leaving her.
“What? It wasn’t that funny.”
Star covers her mouth still laughing. “Yes it was!”
“Okay,” you say laughing with her.
You loved this. The cave was so calm and and you felt right at home. Until-
“What are you two doing?” David.
“Did you steal from my stash, Y/n? Really I thought we were cool!” Paul.
“Don’t you owe her one, idiot?” Dwayne.
“Is that my brush?!” Marko.
You look at Star and you both groan. You grab a pillow and gently throw it at Dwayne. He gives no reaction. “Go awayyyyy!” You cry.
“Yeah leave us alone!” Star adds.
David rolls his eyes throws his hands up and walks off. “Fine. Guess we’re going back out boys!”
“Sounds good to me,” says Dwayne. He winks as he leaves you two alone.
“I did owe you a joint Y/n, I remember now.” he puts his hands together in a prayer stance and mouths ‘forgive meeee’.
“You close your eyes and nod. “You are forgiven my dear Paul.”
He snaps his fingers and smiles and runs out of the cave.
“Oh and here’s your brush Marko! I washed it so it’s a clean and ready to use!” You hold the out to him.
Makko nods and takes it. He puts it in his back pocket and goes to join his brothers. “Be good you two.”
“Always,” you say. Star waves bye to them as their motorcycles started revving.
“They are so dramatic, i swear!” You comment.
“They really are.” Star leans lean and kisses you. You rest your hand on the side of her face.
“Love you.” you mumble into her lips.
“I love you.”
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featuring ..... fem!reader, reader is max's adopted daughter, poly!lost boys but kind of david centric, absolutely canon divergent thank you goodbye, i wrote this at 5 am so i have no idea if its actually good
ᯓ max's daughter comes back. wc: 2k
── FAMILY DINNER. two words that, no matter how many times they heard it, caused a loud chorus of groans.
after the "incident," as they all referred to it, it had taken a long while for things to cool off, and things were finally back to normal. or, well, as normal as things could be in santa carla.
lucy had agreed to become a vampire. mike and star, too. sammy would wait until he graduated, and laddie would wait until he was older. the frogs.... well, the frogs were supposed to be dead meat, but after much nagging from max, the pack had (very) reluctantly backed down.
the emersons and the pack coexisted in whatever twisted fantasy of a happy family that max held, though they still remained two separate groups. the only thing keeping them tied together was max.
and family dinner.
the invitation was always there — lucy was a gracious host and she loved to cook, but the boys only ever accepted every few weeks and only at the behest of max. at least once a month, the pack would come over to the emerson house, sit down at the table with everyone else, and eat. it was typically some semblance of awkward. there was always tension so thick you could cut it with a knife; between star and david, the pack and sammy and the frogs, max and the pack.
it had gotten better over time. less awkward, less uncomfortable, as everyone settled into their new normal.
tonight was going slightly better. lucy was (trying) to teach paul how to use the oven without starting a fire, sammy and the frogs were challenging dwayne and marko to a game of cards (which the former were losing, badly), star, laddie, and michael were off in the basement watching whatever was on the tv that max had bought, grandpa and max were discussing something in the old man's taxidermy room, and david...
david was sat outside on the porch, brooding. if anyone had called him out on it, he would've disagreed firmly — he did not brood, he was just smoking a cigarette. but he was definitely brooding. he was leaning just beside the doorframe, cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared out at the dark sky. the moon was bright, casting shadows across the drive. something was off. he felt it. he didn't know what it was or what it meant, but all day there'd been a strange nagging feeling in his chest that something was going go happen today.
he puffed out a breath.
lucy popped her head out of the doorway. "food's ready," she said, a sweet smile on her face. she didn't act like the pack's mother, and she didn't want to be, but that was just her nature. she liked them well enough to be kind.
he nodded, tossing the smoke to the ground and putting it out with his boot. "thanks, miss e."
he followed her back inside to the dining table, which was laden with their dinner. he had to admit, as much as he hated family dinners, the food was great. the table was piled with plates — spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, the works. everyone was helping themselves as he took a seat next to marko at the end of the table.
he caught alan's eye, and the younger boy paled slightly. no matter how long had passed, no matter if the pack had backed off, the frogs were still always a little terrified they would renege on their word.
david smirked.
dinner was fine. laddie informed everyone that he had learned how to multiply by twelve. paul was shoveling his food in his mouth like an animal as usual, marko eating in a slightly more civilized manner. sammy complained about gym class. dwayne chatted quietly with michael about motorcycle parts. star and lucy were engaged in their own conversation.
when most everyone had finished up (save for paul, who was going back for thirds), max cleared his throat. everyone turned to look at him. he set his napkin down, folding his hands as he started to speak.
"i figured, with everyone here, it would be a good time to share this." he looked around at the rest of the table.
dwayne glanced at david, who shrugged imperceptibly. he had just as much an idea of what their sire was talking about as the brunette had.
"being a family is important to me," max began. everyone groaned. they'd heard this speech thousands of times before. "and i value each and every one of you."
"we get it, dude, we don't need another speech," paul grunted, his words muffled by the mouthful of pasta he was actively chewing on.
sammy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "close your mouth, you pig," he said, frowning at the blonde. paul held up his free hand, middle finger up.
max held up his hand. "michael, sam," he continued. "you know i see you as my sons." he gestured to dwayne, marko, paul, david. "my boys as well."
marko rolled his eyes, but the older man didn't notice.
"however, there is one thing i never mentioned," he said, addressing this more to the emerson half of the group.
they all straightened, suddenly curious. what else could come to light now? were werewolves real too? mermaids?
"you see, while i obviously see you boys as my own, i do have..."
before he could finish, paul's fork clattered to the table. everyone turned to look. his back was straight as a line, his entire body turned towards the doorway leading to the foyer.
"paul...?" lucy said cautiously.
he kept staring at the door. he turned to them after a moment. "do you smell that?"
the rest of the table glanced at each other and shrugged.
"you're imagining things, bro," dwayne said.
paul shook his head vehemently. "no, i'm serious i-"
suddenly marko jolted, his own face turning towards the doorway. "no way." he looked at paul, who made a face like i know, right?!
"no fucking way," he repeated. he turned to dwayne and david. "it can't be-"
dwayne's brows furrowed. he looked to david, arching his brow.
and then david smelled it too.
sweet, warm, like a swirling mix of vanilla and sugar. he hadn't smelled that in a while.
he looked at max, who sighed in defeat. his sire shrugged.
"what are we smelling?" laddie complained. "i can''t smell anything!"
they heard the door open, and before they could even see who it was, paul had launched himself out of his chair, practically flying across the room and almost giving lucy a heart attack in the process.
they heard a squeal, the sound of bags thudding to the ground. "paul!" a girl's voice. "hi!"
michael and sam shared a confused look.
"hi. i missed you so much," came the muffled response from the blonde. "missed you- the cave was so boring without you-"
dwayne shoved the blonde off of the figure. "quit hogging her." paul huffed, moving to the side with an indignant pout. dwayne wrapped his own arms around the girl, hugging her tightly. he pulled away, looking down. "you look good," was all the brunette said.
a shrug. "east coast air."
the rest of the people seated at the table couldn't see much. a swish of fabric, two suitcases on the ground, a pair of clean white sneakers.
a hand carefully moved dwayne to the side, leaving him to join paul, who was so excited he looked like he could've exploded on the spot.
sammy and the frogs gaped as you made your way around the table to marko, who pushed his chair back to wrap his arms around your waist.
you were the single most beautiful girl sammy had seen in his life. his eyes caught on your jewelry, your dress, your face. everything about you was gorgeous. he faintly heard you speaking to marko.
"hi," you said sweetly, looking down at the blonde.
"hey, yourself," he replied, grinning up at you. "long time no see."
you scoffed. "its been four months."
"exactly."
you rolled your eyes, letting go of him with a kiss to his hair.
"why does he get a kiss?!" paul whined from his spot on the wall. dwayne elbowed him.
you turned your gaze to david, who simply offered a small, tightlipped smile, before facing max.
"hi, daddy," you said, stepping forward to wrap your arm around your father.
"hello, sweetheart."
if it was possible, sam's jaw dropped even further. you were smoking hot, and you were max's daughter? what the hell?
edgar leaned in. "is she a vamp?"
alan next. "you idiot, if that's her dad, then duh."
sammy ignored them.
you turned to lucy, a polite smile on your face. "you must be lucy?" you tried.
the woman snapped out of whatever momentary shock she'd been in and offered you a sweet smile, standing so she was at your eyelevel. "yes, i am. how do you do?"
you shook her hand. "it's so nice to meet you, my father has told me a lot about you." you glanced at the table, deciding to address everyone as you introduced yourself.
the next hour was spent by max explaining to lucy and the emersons all about you.
max had taken you in long ago, a few decades after the boys, but you had been the only one of the group who had truly taken to being his child, and that was fine by everyone. you had left santa carla just the week before the emersons had moved, heading to new york to work on some project or another for max.
the pack had all rejoined the table, paul yanking your chair close to his and wrapping an arm around your shoudler as you patiently answered laddie's and the frogs' endless questions about the city and what it was like.
as the night wound down, the pack was ready to leave. dwayne hauled one of your bags to the cave, marko the other, as you said your goodbyes to your newfound family. lucy told you you were welcome for dinner anytime, star offered to go to the mall with you, and sammy was still in awe of your beauty.
paul caught him staring as you knelt down to laddie's level to give him a hug and cuffed the blonde on the back of the head. "don't even think about it," he warned. "she's taken."
sammy swatted his hand away with a huff. "by who?" he demanded. paul winked and stepped off the porch.
"later, miss e! thanks for the food!"
lucy laughed, waving at the blonde as he revved his engine.
he shot you a smile. "see you soon, sexy!" he crowed. as he drove off, you heard a faint whoop.
star, michael, and laddie retreated back into the house. max hugged you.
"you'll be alright in the cave?" he asked. "if you need, you can always stay here or back at-"
"i'll be fine, daddy," you laughed. he smiled proudly at you, kissing your forehead. "nothing i haven't done before."
"alright then. goodnight, darling." he and lucy stepped inside too, leaving only sammy and you on the porch.
you didn't seem to notice the younger boy as you smiled to yourself, brushing your dress off. he straightened his shirt out, steeling himself before taking a step forward, mouth open to speak, but before he could, david emerged from the shadows. sam deflated like a popped balloon.
you beamed at david. the ice cold blonde made his way towards you, hands in his pockets. "david," you said.
wordlessly, he pulled you into a kiss, his cool lips meeting yours as he curled his hand around your waist. with a huff, sam stalked off inside and slammed the door.
you pulled away, looking at the door. david gently turned your face towards his with a gloved finger.
"don't stay away too long next time, yeah?" he said. you grinned, leaning into him.
"what, did you miss me?" you teased.
his lips twitched into a barely-there smile. "something like that."
you laughed, lacing your fingers with his. "lets go. i bet the boys are waiting."
david let you lead him towards his parked bike, looking at you with a fondness he rarely let slip. "they're scrambling around the cave, trying to clean up," he mused as he helped you on before sitting down himself.
"you think?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his middle.
he revved the engine. "i know."
as you sped back home, your face pressed to the cool leather of his jacket and the wind whipping your hair, you smiled. you'd missed your boys.
Hellooo!! I'm still wondering if youre up to writing for monster/hybrid!reader w/ the Lost Boys?
I LOVE the selkie one you wrote btw!! It's genuinely so awesome, I love how you wrote thw reader!!
If you're up for it, could you write something with a harpy (or maybe an ailurocentaur (cat version of a centaur) reader x Lost Boys? Maybe the reader got caught in a trap of some sort and they help them out of it?
You don't have to ofc!! You can tweak anything abt this request if you'd like ^^
Have a great dayyy!!
Ooh this is an interesting one as well! I have taken the liberty to mix the traditional harpy up with similar creatures from Slavic/European folklore, because it worked better for the story :) I hope you like it!💜
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Strong winds blew through the cavern. The fires they normally lit refused to stay on, anything they put down blew away within seconds and lighting a cigarette was definitely out of the question. Before the lighter could reach its target, the wind would have killed the flame already. Needless to say, none of the boys were too happy with this.
It had been three days already. Three days of never ending storms and wind, getting worse with the hour. As Marko stared out of the cave he couldn't help but feel as if the wind had some sort of desperation attached to it. He didn't really care though. His pigeons had refused to leave their nest the past couple of days, the boardwalk had been closed, people stayed inside and hunting became harder than it should have been in the middle of summer. He just needed it to stop.
"We're going out," David said as he looked at the winds, knowing that it would be tough to find a party to crash tonight. Still, if they didn't feed now, they'd risk the whole town. Not that they cared so much about that, but Max definitely did - and David did not want to deal with Max.
"And if we don't succeed?" Paul asked, never having dealt with such storms in such longevity before.
"Then we raid Max'." David shrugged as he stepped out. Initially his plan had been to fly, but he quickly realised the winds were to strong for that, especially now that it had been almost a week without feeding. He walked up the stairs, grabbing his bike.
Santa Carla was quiet. The boardwalk was dark. It was a good thing probably, he thought, as he saw the big dipper and the ferris wheel tremble in the wind.
He drove off, driving slower than usual, knowing the boys would follow his lead. He drove further and furhter, speeding up a little until-
He stopped.
So did the boys, cursing loudly.
"What the fuck man?"
"Dude, what the hell!"
David didn't respond as Dwayne and Marko voiced their displeasure, instead holding quiet. Then he heard it, a melodic cry that filled him with a sadness he'd never felt before. Not when he lost his human life, not when he killed his first victim, not when he lost one of his brothers - no, this was deeper. Purer. More desperate. This was a grieve, a sadness, a longing to something he could never have that he wasn't able to describe. All he knew was that the feeling was beginning to overwhelm him, and he didn't know what he would do when it finally did.
"Shit!" Dwayne tried to pull David away, hearing the melody as well. "Plug your ears, don't listen to the song!"
"Why not, it's-" Paul started but shut up when Dwayne glared at him.
"It will drive you insane."
Paul quickly plugged his ears. Thanks to their vampiric link they could still communicate, without risking tjeir sanity. Still, Paul's constant stream of questions about what this thing was and why it was singing, and why it would drive you insane were enough to also drive you insane.
Still, Paul was considered the lesser of two evils in this case.
'It's probably a siren or a harpy-like creature,' Dwayne answered Paul. He'd been known to study up on folklore in his free time, always feeling certain that there were more things out there than just vampires and witches. Apparently, he had been right.
'Sirens? Those are like mermaids?' Paul questioned, causing Dwayne to shake his head.
'More like half woman half bird, according to Greek mythology.'
'Can we shut up about what this thing is and actually find it?' Marko said through their mindlink as he looked around. He sensed something - living, yes, human? He wasn't sure - nearby. And the more the other two talked about which species they could be dealing with, the longer it would take to find the creature and to finally hunt.
'Maybe in the trees?' Paul suggested, flying up. He didn't see anything in the surrounding trees, but still he ahd the feeling he was on the right path.
'There!' Dwayne pointed at a net, hanging a little further down the road.
The four vampires looked. A young person - while looking at them neither of the boys could decide whether they were male or female - with feathers and wings was tangled up within the net, one of the wings hanging in an awkard angle. Large claws gripped the net, as the being tried to keep itself steady. The other thing they noticed was that there was no wind or storm surrounding the creature.
Did they cause that? Were they literally in the eye of the storm?
As they neared the net, they continued to look up, hoping to get a better look at the supernatural being in their territory. If they wanted to get the net down, they needed to get closer. And if they needed to get closer...
"Stop singing!" David demanded. The melody suddenly stopped, a squeak sounding from above them.
Startled, the creature looked down. Their birdlike features slowly made way for a perfectly proportioned face. With a somewhat innocent yet confused expression, it looked down. "Why?"
"We want to help you!" Dwayne answered.
"Why? No one ever does."
"We're not like everybody else," Paul shrugged, earning a pointed look from the others.
"Please get me down," the creature asked, deciding that if these four men did end up betrayjng them, they could always start singing again and drive the four men mad.
The vampires nodded, and after a good ten minutes the net plummeted to the ground. The creature landed with a loud cry, crumbling in on itself.
As Paul and Dwayne untangled the net, David continued to look at the creature.
"What are you?"
"A harpy."
"That explains the storms," Dwayne nodded.
"How long had you been up there?" David asked.
"Four days," the creature said after thinking for a moment. "I was practicing my flying when I lost my balance. I fell into the net and before I knew it I was tangled up. You're the first non animals I've seen since then."
"Is your wing okay?" Marko asked, looking at it. The harpy shook their head. Marko sighed. He was the only one here with experience with birds, so he was the only one that could help this harpy when it came to their wing.
"Go hunt, bring some back for me. I'm going to try ot fix this wing."
David looked like he was about to argue, before he nodded. The other boys drove off and Marko looked at the harpy.
"Do you have a name?"
"Nost," they answered.
Marko nodded, before introducing himself. "Get on, if you're lucky, I can fix your wing."
"That'd be great," Nost climbed on the back of the bike, feeling a bit uncertain but quickly learning that holding on was mandatory as Marko sped off. It was much easier now, since then winds had disappeared and the night became calm once again.
It was almost two hours later that the others returned. They dragged an unconscious body with them inside, seeing that Marko was still busy fixing Nosts wing up.
"How's it going?" Paul asked.
"Better if you're not standing in the light," Marko shoved him away, continuing to wrap the wing in bandages. He had given it some extra support, strengthening the wing as he repaired it.
"How does that feel?"
Nost tried it, before nodding. "Much better. Thank you."
They were about to leave when David stopped them. "Where are you going?"
"Home?"
"Stay here, we'd like to get to know the creature that caused such storms."
"But-"
"You wouldn't want to be rude."
Nort nodded, semsing a silent threat in Davids words. "I guess I can stay for the night."
But, it wasn't just one night. Soon it became three. And then a week. A month. Two months. Soon none of them could remember a time before Nost was there.
Four vampires and a harpy, the second Max heard about it he had to laugh. "It's like the beginning of a bad joke!"
The five of them had laughed as well, knowing full well that this was anything but a bad joke for them. With Nost' storms and singing and their vampiric power, they were stronger and more powerful than before. So, they might have been perceived as a bad joke, but honestly, how bad was it if they were the last ones laughing?
They're Playing Our Song: The Lost Boys (+ Michael and Star) x Male Reader
Notes: These are just basically songs that make me think of the boys (film or musical). A few of these came out after the film is set, but I just felt like they were a good fit. This is totally not me pushing my superior music taste on you guys...
David
Poison by Alice Cooper
Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon
Crazy by Aerosmith
Turbo Lover by Judas Priest
Pistol Whipped by Marilyn Manson
Hysteria by Def Leppard
The Music of the Night (The Phantom of the Opera) by Ramin Karimloo (best version, I promise)
Lovesong by The Cure
Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol
Marko
Rag Doll by Aerosmith
You Really Got Me by Van Halen
Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul by Meat Loaf
Talk Dirty To Me by Poison
Six Different Ways by The Cure
I Remember You by Skid Row
Dwayne
Looks That Kill by Mötley Crüe
Let's Put The X In Sex by Kiss
Animal by Def Leppard
Still of the Night by Whitesnake
Joey by Concrete Blonde
Calling Dr. Love by Kiss
Paul
Angel by Aerosmith
Lick It Up by Kiss
Take It On the Run by REO Speedwagon
Dr. Feelgood by Mötley Crüe
Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions
Michael
No One Like You by Scorpions
She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult
Photograph by Def Leppard
Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon
All Revved Up With No Place To Go by Meat Loaf
Star
Oh, Pretty Woman by Van Halen
Thrills In The Night by Kiss
Paradise By the Dashboard Light by Meat Loaf
Hungry Eyes (From "Dirty Dancing" Soundtrack) by Eric Carmen
Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton
End of the Road by Boyz II Men
All
Creatures of the Night by Kiss
Love Bites by Def Leppard
Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row
We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister
Living After Midnight by Judas Priest
Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) by Concrete Blonde (honestly this whole album works)
i absolutely LOVED the pizza oneshot! consider me a fan of urs! can i req a poly lost boys x witch reader? where the reader moves to santa carla after max dies and opens an apothecary? idk if that's too specific sry
*punches the air*HAHA!!! YES!! I'm genuinely so happy people are loving that and my other works!! Consider the ask granted!!
It wasn't long after you came to Santa Carla that the boys noticed you.
They noticed the winds shift, the flora moved to search your presence, and even the animals seemed to come out of hiding to get a look. It was only 24 hours that marko made a move to go search for some dinner when your scent drew him in.
You were helping an older woman set up shop, claiming to be a fortune teller who would read your fortune for free if you helper her set up shop. You didn't believe it would be real but she still deserved the help, so you did. She said your fortune is bright and will be met with four bats of unlucky nature. You smiled gently to her and nodded a thank you before leaving, your intuition telling you something was coming.
Marko was watching you from above the shops roofs, his eyes glowing yellow with fascination and intrigue. You were new, brand new; he's never met someone with the presence you had.
Confident in your walk, the aura around you shifting to your will, and there is something else he can't place his hands on.
He continues to follow you even through your walk home, watching as you picked up the herbs that grew natively to Santa Carla. Marko tilted his head watching this before quickly making his way to the cave and the boys with a small rodent in hand since he became distracted from the original task in hand.
David was sitting in the old wheelchair, reading a book as Paul and Dwayne did their own thing in the back of the cave. They did stop however when they heard marko come through the entrance, not a body in tow but a rodent. "Hey marksalot, why the rodent?" Paul asked. Marko was stopped however when David got up, setting the book down carefully. "Cmon boys...." David said as he fixed his jacket onto his body and wrapped an arm around markos shoulders, leading him out the cave with the others in tow.
That was when marko lead them to your home by your scent, explaining everything along the way. That was when it clicked for David and Dwayne, Marko came across a witch.
David remembered, while Max was alive, he would explain the existence of witches, they weren't like the ones depicted in movies like Wizard of Oz or costumes with the mole and green faces with the stereotypical hat. No, they looked like everyday people, like how Max and them did.
David peered into the window of your apartment, Marko under his chin, Paul under his arm and Dwayne on his head, all the get a better view of the work you would do.
Inside they could see you lighting candles, a small trey on your table with herbs and a small green candle. You picked the green candle up and begun to write something into it.
Paul had to admit, he was just as intrigued by you as Marko was, you seemed to have everything down like a rhythm. From here, David couldn't help himself but press a kiss to the side of Dwaynes head and got up from the window. "We'll see them around boys, for now, we have a meal to catch and a dawn to beat..." he said, letting the boys run off but he stayed back to catch another glimpse of you before following them...
Yes from here, they knew they would see you again, it's just a matter of when your paths would collide again.
I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, I actually may turn this into a series...
summary: Santa Carla, the place of dreams and drunkards. It's been a home to you for the past fifteen years, ever since your parents decided to divorce and your mom wanted to move. It was a turbulent time in your life, something you have long since come to terms with.
What you have yet to come to terms with, though, was your interesting friendship with a group of bikers that often ventured into the twenty-four-seven diner you worked at.
story tags: Canon divergence - Modern AU/The boys Live AU, Possibly OOC (my excuse is that I haven't written for the boys seriously since 2021), The reader is awkward, POV switching, Nicotine consumption, Mentions of past domestic abuse, Slight angst, Slow burn, Swearing
wc: 4.4k
a/n: Hopefully my attempt to make the dialogue feel more realistic doesn't make the characters seem too OOC lol. I want to bring them to life a little bit with my story, they deserve it. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
Updates might not be very frequent but it's my way to prevent any sort of burnout with this series.
not fully proof read
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The cave certainly wasn’t the strangest place you’ve found yourself, but it was creeping towards the top of the list.
You lingered on the collapsed stairs just at the entrance of the cave, taking in your surroundings curiously. It wasn’t hard to assume what this place was, with the rusted railing to your right, and the thick pillars that kept the room from collapsing, it used to be a building of sorts.
“Make yourself at home.” Star says kindly, walking past you.
Uneven walls were lined with streamers and graffiti. Old and forgotten memorabilia that was caked in dust and glossy with the sea salt that lingered in the air. Sheer curtains were hanging from the lower parts of the ceiling, as well as roots from trees that no longer stood on the surface.
The more you looked around, feet bumping into small piles of clothes and narrowly dodging knick-knacks, it became increasingly more obvious that this wasn’t just a hangout spot either; They lived here, hidden away from rent and responsibility.
Eavesdropping on their loud conversations in the diner gave you enough insight to know their stances on the government, prices getting higher while wages remain stagnant, making it nearly impossible for people to live comfortably. You felt like it wasn’t a stretch to assume they chose to live in a place like this, a place they could truly make theirs without landlords breathing down their necks, without the prying eyes of weary strangers.
This place was enchanting in its own unique way. It almost felt intimate being invited here.
You slowly walked past the worn furniture scattered about, torn velvet and cracked wooden pieces, intricate detailing that’s been tainted by age. There was a decent sized lounge area with multiple chairs pushed together, creating a homey little space for the group to sit together. The couch looked the most inviting to you, the rusty springs creaking as you decided to sit down on the old fabric.
Star was still walking around, a pink shawl decorated with soft flowers now wrapped securely around her shoulders. The woman seemed to glide along the floor as she spoke with Laddie, smiling sweetly down at him before ruffling his hair. Her hair bounces as she looks over her shoulder towards you, tilting her head slightly before finally making her way towards you.
“I never noticed you had a tattoo.” Star comments when she plopped down next to you, her eyes glued to your forearm, “It’s pretty.” She smiles softly, reaching out with the intention to trace the lines before retracting her finger quickly.
“Oh… Thank you.” The smile you return feels slightly awkward. Your hand rubs against the ink, bringing the sleeve of your jacket back down just a second later.
The tapping of a falling pebble caught your attention. Marko and Paul were the first to drop down from the steep rocks, the sound of their heavy boots echoing throughout the room, next was Michael and Dwayne, then David. The different pendants they all wore jingled a familiar tune as they walked towards the lounge area.
Michael was the first one to sit, fitting himself perfectly between Star and Laddie. Paul and Marko were pushing each other around, attempting to wrestle for an object you couldn’t see, cursing at each other in between spurts of laughter. Dwayne sat down on a small bench just beside the couch, and David went for a wheelchair that was cast in an impossible beam of moonlight.
“This place is pretty cool.” You told David, picking at the sleeve of your jacket.
He smiled, nodding in agreement, “It was an old hotel a long time ago,” He explained, affirming your previous assumptions, “A pretty bad earthquake hit this area in the early nineteen hundreds, swallowing everything up and leaving what you see now.” He stood from the wheelchair and walked towards the fountain, his arms extending slightly outward, “Well, with some renovations.”
“Now it’s all ours.” Paul butts in, now holding the object he was fighting Marko for, a small porcelain clown with soft painted features. “It’s pretty sick, right?”
There was a sudden sound that made you jump. Something flew past your head quickly, forcing you to duck before looking back up with widened eyes.
A grey pigeon sat upon Marko’s fingers, seeds sitting in his palm as an offering, which the bird gladly ate. You watched with amazement, listening to him coo sweetly to the creature.
“Do you smoke?” Paul asks, dropping down on the loveseat that was next to the couch, pulling a small baggy from the pocket of his tuxedo jacket.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the question, feeling a touch of familiarity. Here you were hanging out with a group of delinquents, being offered weed in an unusual place that was covered in graffiti and antiques. It almost reminded you of high school, and the company you kept back then.
“It’s been a while.” You answer after a beat, Paul just nods to himself, easily catching the grinder Marko threw towards him. “But I’ll pass tonight, if that’s okay.”
David steps away from the fountain, turning to look at you, “That’s perfectly fine. We’re not those types of people.” He reassures, walking back towards the group and settling back into the wheelchair.
Something in the way he said it, and the quiet sound that came from Michael, made you doubt him a little. But, considering the fact that you were practically trapped here with the group, you decided it would be for the best if you ignore your doubts for the time being.
A minute dragged on slowly, the clock barely tugging itself forward as you tried to keep up with everything. Paul was sparking up the joint he rolled, passing it over to Dwayne. Marko was feeding another pigeon, and Michael was joking around with Laddie. Clustered conversations surrounded you, molding into each other, increasing in volume as you continued to shift at the end of the couch.
The topics cycled between movies, music, music in movies, whatever book Star got Marko to read. Then movies came up again, this time about the found footage genre, which made Paul let out a groan.
“Now you’re just trying to piss me off.” He ashes his joint while shaking his head, “Fuck found footage movies.”
“Well, fuck your zombie movies.” Michael retorts, making Paul bark a laugh.
“Okay then, Mike, tell me what’s so good about found footage.” The blonde leans forward, elbows braced against his knees as he brings the joint back to his lips, “They’re so fuckin’ boring, it’s always the same shit.” Paul sits up a little, pretending to hold a camera, putting on a mocking tone as he presents an example for his argument, “Turn a corner ‘oh nobody’s there, sick’ turn another corner, then ‘BOOM’ jumpscare! It follows the same formula almost every single fuckin’ time.”
“Some of them are really interesting, though!” Michael insists, “Like, Chronicle, you remember when I showed you that one? Or Cloverfield? It’s not all ghosts, man.” He slings an arm over Star’s shoulder as he settles back against the couch, “Gotta expand your horizons a little bit.”
“Expand my horizons, fuck you.” The blonde lets out an amused huff, bowing his head briefly before settling back in his own seat, “How about you expand your fuckin’ brain meathead.” He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when Michael reached over to hit him.
It was hard to tell how much time has passed since they brought you here, maybe thirty minutes, maybe an hour. Every second of it you were silent, shy, not sure how you could smoothly insert yourself into the conversations.
At that moment you began to regret not socializing more outside of work like Marshal told you to, you felt more like a teenager rather than an adult. Your awkward fidgeting only served to make you feel a little embarrassed.
You glanced over towards David. He’s leaned against the armrest of the wheelchair, his chin settled calmly on the heel of his hand. His eyes were closed, lashes kissing his pale cheeks, he looked so peaceful.
Then he shifted, his eyes slowly opening and meeting yours. It was almost like he could read your thoughts as he nodded once and stood. He stops right behind you, leaning down so you can hear him instead of the overlapping conversations.
“Would you be alright if I drove you home?”
You don’t provide much of an answer, only a relieved sigh as you stood, patting down the back of your pants. You carefully step over some shirts and two forgotten DVD cases, making your way past David and offering a small wave to the group.
“Bye, drive safe.” Star says to the two of you, waving with her fingers as you walk past.
“Be back in a bit, boys.” David tells his group, offering a helping hand so you don’t slip on the steep rocks.
“Drive safe, sweetheart!” Marko called out in a teasing tone, “Ow! Paul, I swear to god I’m gonna kill you.”
David merely shook his head, a deep chuckle coming from him, “They’re like fuckin’ children sometimes.” He says after stepping out into the open air with you, a gloved hand pushing at the chainlink fence, allowing you to go first.
His looming presence made you shiver, making goosebumps rise on your arms.
“Sorry if we made you uncomfortable, or freaked you out.” The man said suddenly, “We don’t- it’s been a while since we brought someone here, so,” You turn to see him dig through the pocket of his coat, fishing out a cigarette, “Shit-” He searches both pockets for a few more seconds before giving up, “You got a light?”
“In my purse.” You reply, walking past him and onto the creaky wooden stairs, “It’s still on your bike.”
The cigarette dangled pathetically between his lips when you finally got to the top and walked over to the vehicle in question. His hands were still buried deep in his coat pockets as you sift through your belongings, the sound of rustling papers and zippers being opened almost made him smile a little.
“Jesus Christ, where is it?” You mutter to yourself, “Oh.” You blow out a small laugh, pulling out a bright green lighter, “It was buried at the very bottom.” You hold it out.
“Thanks.” David nods, flicking the spark wheel a few times.
You jab the ground with the toe of your shoe a few times before finally speaking, “Can I be honest with you?” David looked away from the moon and to you, offering you his cigarette.
“I wasn’t really freaked out, just more… nervous I guess. I mean, you guys are cool, and I really do appreciate the offer to drive me home. I just think it’s the fact that I don’t know you guys very well… I tend to get quiet in big groups.” You wring the sleeves of your jacket awkwardly, “Plus, ugh- I don’t know, I think I watch too much true crime shit, so when we drove out here I was like ‘oh shit what did I get myself into?’ And…” You turn to see an amused expression on David’s face, “And I should probably stop talking.”
“It’s alright,” His smile matches yours, laughing quietly as he takes the cigarette from your offering hand, “I get it, we have a reputation. That tends to sketch people out a little.” He looks back at the moon, blowing smoke from his nose, “You’re cool though. Nicer to us than most people are. Plus, you don’t charge us for the kid’s food.”
He turns his shoulders towards you, “So, I’d say you’re good in our books.”
You relaxed a little more as he spoke, a small smile forming at his light hearted tone. Silence wrapped around the two of you as you continued to share his cigarette, the smoke swept away by the wind. It felt much more comfortable out here with just the two of you, the overwhelming feeling that swamped you minutes ago slipped away.
“Ready to go?”
You nod, stomping out the cigarette before turning towards David’s bike, watching him lift the kickstand and throw his leg over the seat.
The leather is slightly wet against your pants as you sit behind him, your hands coming up to clutch the sides of David’s coat again. The vehicle roars to life beneath you, making your fingers tighten around the scratchy fabric.
Wind swept through your hair as David drove down the lamp lit streets. He was going much slower now, following the basic traffic laws that his group so easily broke earlier in the night.
‘Maybe he took your confession to heart and didn’t want to scare you more.’ You thought to yourself, watching familiar buildings pass by.
David took one last turn into the parking lot of your apartment complex, stopping just outside the front door. His headlights cut through the morning mist that surrounded you both, miniscule droplets settling on your jacket.
He turns his head slightly, watching as you slip off the seat and step up onto the curb.
“Thanks for the ride.” You smile softly, shifting on your feet awkwardly, fingers clutching onto the strap of your purse.
“It’s no problem.” The man says, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
A yawn crawls up your throat, making you take a step back towards the door, “See you around, David.” You wave, another yawn threatening to come.
“Oh, and by the way,” David pipes up, making you turn around when he says your name, “Don’t say ‘promise not to kill me’ to a stranger ever again.” He jokes, raising a brow, “I’m serious.”
A snort comes from you, “Yeah, that was really stupid.” You continue walking backwards as you speak, “But hey, you didn’t kill me. So that’s a win for me.”
David laughs quietly to himself, watching as you walk into the building and disappear down the hallway. He shakes his head and allows your words to replay in his head a few times, humored by your naivety.
A soft sigh falls from his lips as he reaches back into his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes, then your bright green lighter. You didn’t even notice when he slipped it into his coat.
David listened out for you, narrowing down to your breathing as you climbed the stairs to your floor, hearing you curse to yourself about the broken elevator.
Then he catches onto something else, a shrill flapping sound, too high pitched for any human to hear.
Marko lowers to the ground quickly, taking the cigarette from David’s pursed lips, and glances around the parking lot to make sure nobody saw him.
“He’s sleeping on his brother’s couch.” Marko informs the blonde, handing the cigarette back a second later, “I could get Michael and Dwayne to keep an eye on things. Could do it tonight if you don’t wanna wait.”
“How many people will that make this month?” David asks, bracing his forearms on the handles of his bike, “Seven? Maybe eight if his brother wakes up?”
Marko’s shoulders deflate a little at David’s question, tilting his head back with a frustrated sigh, “Come on, this guy’s a nobody.” He watches David bow his head a little, “I’m not talking about massacring the whole town, man.”
“Don’t argue with me, Marko. If it was just him I’d be fine with that, but two people makes it suspicious.” David blew smoke just above Marko’s head, “Plus after what happened tonight, if the guy turns up dead tomorrow we’ll be suspects. It’s too risky.”
“Ugh- God, I miss the seventies.” Marko grumbled to himself, “Can’t get away with shit these days, it’s ridiculous.” He slid onto David’s bike, settling where you sat just moments prior, “This place has become a fuckin’ servalence state. Cameras around every goddamn corner in every goddamn pocket.”
“His brother works on Thursday nights, right?” David looks over his shoulder and sees Marko nod, “We’ll pay Bradley a visit in a few nights then, gives us some time to plan.”
“Good, cause I’m so sick of eating rabbits.”
The door to your apartment clicked quietly behind you, the sound making you let out a relieved sigh. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes.
Inside the quiet of your apartment, you could hear David’s motorcycle finally drive off, the sound growing more distant before disappearing entirely.
Everything felt so warped, out of place in your mind, like you were only now regaining control. You could barely wrap your head around your impulsivity, let alone the rest of the night. Although David had been kind to you, joked with you and made you feel more comfortable, there was still something deep down that you couldn’t shake. An uncertain feeling that puts you on edge.
Maybe it was your relationship with Bradley that made you feel so nervous. With him you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for his nice act to finally slip away, which it almost always did. He was the type of dangerous you had grown used to. So it was understandable to be wary around a group like this.
“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, hands rubbing against your face harshly before grabbing your phone, calling the first person you could think of.
The line rings a few times as you walk towards your room, flicking on the lamp just beside your door.
“Y’ello?” Marshal answers cheerfully, “Feeling better?” You could hear the sound of the cash register opening in the background, “Here’s your change Marge. Hey, tell Tammy I hope she gets better, alright?”
“I’m fine. But, I think I need some advice.” You say before sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Alright, let it rip, what’s up?” You can hear plates clattering quietly in the background, “Shit, that’s hot.” He mutters quietly.
Your fingers play with the edge of your throw blanket, focusing on the strings that lined the edge of the violet fabric. You draw in a deep breath, exhaling through your nose slowly, deciding to not beat around the bush.
“What do you think about David’s group?” You ask, tightening a string around the tip of your finger, feeling your heartbeat pulse as you tug a little harder “Like, do you think they’re dangerous?”
The other line was silent for a few seconds, before you heard a huff from your coworker, “Well, uh, I’d say they’re a good group. A little rough around the edges, sure, intimidating if you don’t know them.” Marshal replies, you could practically see him shrug, “But they’ve always been super chill around me. I’ve gone drinking with them a few times, haven’t seen ‘em start any shit.”
“Alright so with that being said, if David asked if I wanted a ride home again, and I happened to say yes, would you think I was stupid?” You couldn’t help but cringe at yourself, biting at the dry skin on your bottom lip.
“I mean,” He starts, “With Bradley out and about, I’d much rather you be with a group like David’s.” A soft chuckle filters through the phone, “They like you, always ask about you when you’re not around.” He hums quietly before continuing, “Plus you need friends.”
“Okay, no need to be a dick.” You laugh, feeling a little more reassured. “So you don’t think I should be worried? Y’know, with the shit I’ve heard about them, it’s just…” You trail off.
Marshal scoffed, “You know how people like to talk on the boardwalk. Nobody has a positive bone in their body over there.” He sighs, “I’ve known these guys for years, I wouldn’t be hanging around them if any of that shit was true.”
“I’d hope so.” You say, shaking your head and finally standing, beginning to shed your work clothes, “I don’t know, maybe I’ll have to try and get to know them a little more.”
“Wouldn’t hurt. Stop being so scared of living your life.”
“I’ll try. Thanks Marshal.” You grabbed a sleep shirt off the floor and quickly pulled it over your head, “And I’m gonna take your advice, I’m calling out. Maybe it’ll throw Bradley off his routine.” You say bitterly, “I might go to the boardwalk or something, see if my mom’s working.”
“No prob’ Bob. Be safe, and hey, call me if you need anything.”
Your shoulders slump when he hangs up, lifting a hand to rub your eyes sleepily, a yawn crawling up your throat once again.
The smell of grease clings to your skin, but you’re too exhausted to even think about showering right now. Instead you crawl under your covers, curling into yourself a little more before letting out a deep sigh, eyelids drifting shut.
Dreams curl around your vision soon after, lulling you further and further into a deep sleep. Quickly shifting images, faceless beings talking a language you couldn’t quite grasp, blurry backgrounds. Then, everything sharpens.
The scene itself was muted, quiet like a movie, allowing you to bask in the moment with the vaguely familiar man.
A finger glides delicately across your cheek, chilled skin barely grazing yours. A soft smile curled at the edges of his lips, bringing himself closer to whisper something. Your hand lightly pushes at his chest, laughing. His hand pushes back, lighter, but still initiating something you wouldn’t easily give up.
You were laying on the beach, waves almost brushing against your feet, play-fighting on the colorful blanket you laid out. Your giggles were muffled, pathetically battling against his strength, his fingers dancing across your sides as he tickled you.
He brought himself closer, his body becoming a shield against the sun as he lightly pinned your wrists to the blanket. A teasing smile lit up his features, his head dipping to place a feather light kiss on your cheek.
“You lose.”
Your eyelids flutter, fingers grasping tighter around your blanket as you feel a breeze sweep through your room. The sudden sound of a horn catching your attention, you jolt upwards in bed, scrambling for your phone to turn on the flashlight.
The curtains by your window flutter against the wind, making your heart rate spike. You knew it was closed before you went to bed, in fact you hadn’t even left it open all week, scared that Bradley would sneak in.
Your throat tightened as fear coursed through you.
Slowly you stood, turning on the light beside your door with shaky hands. Your eyes flicked to each corner of your room once, twice, then you sighed and locked your door. You even crouched to check underneath your bed, thankfully not seeing anything. Then your closet, nothing.
You walk over to the window, staring for a second before finally sliding it down, clicking the lock back in place.
The vague memory of your dream drifts away the second you lay back down in bed, turning over a few times before settling, mind racing. You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in your apartment, waiting for you to come out of your room.
You unlocked your phone to check the camera in your living room. It was something you set up a few months ago when you noticed rat droppings on your coffee table. A precautionary measure to make sure there wasn’t a furry little family running around after catching the first one.
Luckily, when you opened the app there were no rats or people.
Your living room was quiet, still. You checked the kitchen cam next, it was the same, then the front door. You carefully scrolled through recordings of the last three hours, thankfully coming up with nothing.
You exhale slowly, sinking further into your bed as your muscles relax. There was nobody in your home, there was nothing to worry about, you probably just left the window open without realizing. Those words continued to echo in your head, attempting to hammer in something that felt true.
Not even fifteen minutes away from your apartment Paul was crash-landing inside the cave. A strangled groan coming from his lips when he landed on his front, his face scraping against the rough floor.
“Jeez Paul, remind me to put a mattress down next time.” Michael jokes, nudging the blonde vampire with his shoe, “Cutting it a little close this time, man.”
“I wanted to make sure she was doin’ okay.” Paul mutters, eyes squeezing shut as he peels himself off the floor, rolling his shoulders once he’s finally on his feet, “I mean, did you hear her thoughts earlier? I felt kinda bad.”
“You guys gotta stay out of her head.” Star crossed her arms, hugging her shawl tighter, “It’s not fair, what if she catches on?”
“Hard to ignore when her thoughts are so loud. Plus she won’t catch on, are you kidding?” Paul defended with a scoff, “Have a little faith in me, guys, it’s not like we’re making her do anything against her will.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t wanna break David’s new moral code.” Michael jokes, “He’s such a good guy for not turning her against her will, right babe?” His elbow gently nudges the woman next to him. Star merely hums in response, trying to push down a smile.
“Oh fuck off, man. That was different and you know it.” Paul pushes against Michael’s shoulder, making the younger vampire laugh, “You gonna hold that over our heads forever?”
“I think I have every right to.” Michael argues, crossing his arms before smirking, “It’s entertaining.” He shrugs.
“You guys tryin’ to cook yourselves?” Dwayne called down to the three vampires, “Come on.”
Michael grabbed Paul by the neck, securing him in a headlock before flying towards their sleeping den. The blonde struggled against him in a mid-air battle, laughter echoing against the walls.
The two vampires slammed into the damp wall, just a foot away from the rest of their companions. The blonde finally had the upper hand, grabbing Michael by the ear and pulling until the brunette groans and surrenders.
“Okay, okay!” He whisper yells, hissing at his elder, “Let go of my fuckin’ ear, asshole.”
“Hah!” Paul pushes off Michael, kicking off his shoes and settling beside Marko, “Suck on that, Emerson.”
“Shut the fuck up, Paul.” David grumbles from where he was hanging, making the blonde giggle quietly.
Soon enough they were all in their designated spots. Slipping into a blissful death-like slumber, peacefully awaiting the moon to rise again.
can u write poly lost boys x reader where the boys are somehow still 'alive' and they get pizza knowing even tho they know they'll throw it up later (they're js happy max is dead and wanna celebrate) and overall have a good time? (and um, maybe some fluffy smut if u dont mind)
Your wish has been granted anon!! 😌 MINORS PLEASE DONT INTERACT
The boys were known to be messy eaters, in more ways then one. You've seen them eat blood from bodies they mowed down in their hungry forms; you have to admit that their acrobatics were pretty hot to watch, even if it scared you at first.
You watched them shove pizza into their mouths, even though you couldn't help but giggle at them continuing to make themselves gag from the taste of each slice they took? Seeing the smiles on their faces as they actually got to enjoy themselves freely brought a warm feeling of pure joy and bliss to your heart.
You glanced down at the slice on your plate; it reflected nicely with the overhead lights above the restaurant table. You begun to think, and thinking caused you to drift in your mind for hours without realizing anyone would be trying to catch your attention.
Marko, as much as he loved you like the rest of the boys, he took the opportunity to steal the slice on your plate. This was something you two did often with each other; it was like a love language between you two specifically, you would steal each other's things and just laugh about it later.
David watched this, chuckling but gagged at the same time as he inhaled a pizza slice; he didn't care. None of them did, they got to taste food other then Chinese and blood for once and they were outright enjoying it!! But his chuckle mixed with a gag caused you to snap out of it and begun to laugh to the point that soda spurt out your nose which caused the table to erupt in joyous laughter.
Paul made sure to clean you up before they paid and left. Yes, it caused you complete shock that the boys, who have been known to use the five finger discount on their daily/nightly routine, actually paid for the pizza.
David groaned as he walked with his arm around your waist, rubbing his chest from the way the pizza made him feel. "As much as I enjoyed that pizza...you're defiantly more enjoyable with you laugh. I'd say it's better then the pizza itself." he chuckled quietly. You noticed the corner of markos lips lift into a slight smirk, and you knew that smirk. You knew whenever they got their fill, they always wanted another fixing...but you did notice something else in their demeanor. "Okay...you guys are being a bit more...how can I put this without sounding rude?" You said softly...this caused them all to turn toward you, except for David who just glanced down at you as you all reached the bikes.
You begun to twiddle with your fingers trying to find the right words to put into motion but your thoughts were interuppted by the sound of a revving engine. You looked up quickly and saw Paul grinning at you with that boyish charm he carried. You shook the thoughts from your head and got on behind him and made sure your arms were wrapped snuggly around him; this caused him to snicker like the devious boy he was and took off with the rest of his packmates.
The ride to the cave was relatively loud, but it wasn't the usual loud that was around this pack. No, there was something else in the air.
Paul helped you down to the cave, all the while, you can hear dwayne and David flirting with each other back and forth. You looked back and smiled warmly at the sight of Dewayne and David whispering to each others ears, you assumed it was something romantic with the way they smiled to each other.
Marko glided up behind you and Paul, swiftly lacing his arm around your waist and pulling you toward the couch; you snorted out a laugh that echoed through the cave. Marko loved the sound of your laugh, it made his undead heart swell with some form of life, even after the scar from the Frog brothers. You plan on having a serious talk with then at some point, you didn't appreciate the way they talked to David and your mates to begin with.
As you were lost in your thoughts from how you were planning to talk to the Frog brothers, you failed to notice how 6 pairs of arms wrapped around you; which caused you to jump at first but then calm down at the sight of David, Paul and Dwayne faces. They had something strange reflecting in their eyes..."somethings up...we don't usually go out for pizza and you guys seemed like you were in a better mood, what's the occasion?"
This seemed to hit a nerve in David and you noticed how he used your chest to hide his expression but it was still a failure as you could feel how his facial expressions would shift. "Alright...so there is something you guys are not telling me. You better spill or so help me-"
"Max is dead." You heard dwayne immediately cut you off, not strict, but it was a tone that stopped you in your tracks. You sat there quiet, processing what was said. Max? The head of the group? David, technically, father? How could he have died?? You looked down at David. "You okay?"
David froze at that. Was he okay? Even the pack didn't know if he was okay...David can't recall much of what his life was like before he was turned...none of them could. You frowned at the silence in the air and cupped your hands around David's face and lifted it for him to look at you, actually look at you. He saw the way you looked at them, just like how they looked at each other.
He was lost in your eyes so it took him by surprise when he felt your lips press gently against his, bringing him into a sweet and loving kiss.
This made the rest of the boys purr and look at each other. Marko brought Paul into the same type of kiss; Paul perked before returning the kiss hungrily.
Dwayne chuckled and leaned down to kiss your neck lightly, letting his lips ghost over the back of your neck, lifting your hair over your shoulder to give him room to spread the kisses over your neck.
David pulled away and lifting your head to attack the front side of your neck with kisses. They knew your favorite spaces to be kissed, or at least one of them, was your neck, front and back.
Your eyes fluttered shut as a blush spread across your cheeks; you let out a breath sigh that mixed with a laugh. This was different from their usual rough holding and mandhandling; yes they did it with care but this felt different.
There was something different in the air, a buzz if you could say...not a drunk buzz, nit a high buzz, what could it be...?
Paul took this opportunity to bring his face to markos chest, guiding his jacket off carefully and placing it neatly on the table that had no traces of dust on it. Paul always took care of markos things with meticulous care.
Marko hummed in response bringing Paul back to his lips; everything was feeling electrical in this moment, more loved! Marko pulled the leather jacket off of Paul and placed it on the back of the couch, and guiding his lips along his neck, nipping ever so slightly but with care in mind. He liked nipping at Paul, it was fun to hear his noises.
You glanced over with your hand on David's bare shoulder, looking back to see how much fun Paul and marko were beginning to have. It made your heart swell more and they could feel it in the air, around you. Dwayne leaned over, making sure you watched as he kissed David with the same amount of you shared. You could hear David groan softly and use the opportunity to press you against dwaynes bare chest, and wrap your beautiful legs around David's waist.
Marko and Paul could be heard panting heatedly but they brought their attention to you. They brought themselves over quietly and sat behind David and Dwayne.
They felt the pair of hands ghost over their bare stomachs; wait when did they lose their shirts? You literally ask yourself this but your thought is cut very short when you saw the duos hands ghost over Dwayne and David's clothed hard ons that are pressing firmly against their pants.
You shook your head and moved your attention to dwayne and David, setting your hands on their cheeks. "Tonight, we are having fun and relaxing..." you said soothingly. This always got their attention fairly quick.
David and Dwayne groaned softly as they felt their cocks be freed from their confines. You hummed to them but your eyes switched between Paul and markos hands, watching them stroke up and down, in time with your breaths; the rhythm caused David and dwaynes breaths to hitch. You don't think they have ever been this sensitive before.
Your eyes went wide though at the sight of marko leaning up behind David and kiss the space between David's ear and neck, a blush spreading across the leaders face. You couldn't help but admit how glorious it was to see David a bit submissive like this...
You let out a shaky yelp that snapped you from your admiring due to someone's fingers lacing themselves along your underwear. You looked up to see marko twirling your shorts along his free hand who was smirking down at you. You looked down at the hands laced in your underwear and followed to see it was Paul's free hand.
Dwayne took that opportunity to replace Paul's hand with his own, and begun twirling his thumb against your clit causing a bolt to shake through your pelvis and through your body. The gasp you let free caused the boys to chuckle among themselves but continue what they were doing.
David panted as precum begun to slicken his cock and Markos palm, the same was beginning to happen to Dwayne and Paul. Marko and Paul were enjoying themselves at the sight that was happening among their loving pack. The freed one of their hands and begun stroking themselves to watch, making the same rhythm they were using for dwayne and david.
You don't know how long it went on, but had begun to have drool dribble down the corner of your mouth when you felt one of dwayne fingers ghost into you with the combined slick that had coated itself onto his finger and palm. You squeezed your thighs around dwaynes hand, rocking against it causing more friction.
You could hear Paul and markos speed picking up, showing that they were beginning to get closer. You shut your eyes tight feeling another finger enter you, you could feel that knot forming in your lower stomach.
You could have sworn that there was a strange noise that echoed throughout the cave, but all you could remember was your vision going white.
If you asked the boys, they would say the same thing. But you can recall feeling David's head in your chest, resting nicely against it. Dwayne was playing with both yours and David's hair in a soothing manner, listening to your heartbeat.
Paul and Marko were defiantly cuddled up on the otherside of the couch, but you could glance over and see that they each at a hand on David's back, letting him know they were still right beside him.
You may not know completely what David was feeling after the confession about max, or for the rest of the pack for that matter, but you would know that you'll always be there for them
Okay okay, I may have drifted on some parts, I am so sorry!! But I really hope you liked it, I'm still new to smut a bit
