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baby-fics · 5 months

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"Could you do a fic of the lost boys (David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko) with a little who wont/ can't settle. Crying whenever they're put down to sleep. What would they do?"

(As someone who loves the lost boys more than anything, Absolutely yes I can. They're like my biggest comfort characters, hope y'all like this! Forgive me if it's awkward, I haven't written a fic in a hot minute!)

It's Sunrise, Bedtime of Course!☀️

(CW: Descriptions of bugs and creepy crawlies, hurt/comfort I think?, minor angst.)

Arms reached around you while you were drawing on the floor, picking you up and peppering kisses over your face.

"Pauley I was drawing!" You said while giggling.

"Sorry sweets boss says it's bedtime.." The giggles stopped and you pouted at Paul.

"But can't we just stay up for a little bit? Please? I'm not even tired!" The puppy eyes you used were lethal, so to resist Paul put you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When you saw David standing right behind him.

"Sorry baby cakes, suns coming up soon. Don't worry, we'll do something fun tomorrow night okay?" David took you from Paul and headed deeper into the cave to join your Daddies for bedtime.

You started to get fussy and fidgety, something didn't feel right.. all of the boys would be sleeping above you... But you'd be all alone, in this spooky cave with things that skitter, in the dark, by yourself. Youve only just recently moved in with them, still getting used to its charms. Feeling smaller and more afraid, you tried to leave David's arms and go back.

"Woah babycakes, bedtime! Why you being fussy?" he said with tiredness and sternness in his voice, holding onto you securely. You tried to speak, but the words just weren't there- so you did the next best thing. You started to cry, you were frustrated and a little scared, being alone even if they would be less than 20 feet above you.

Dwayne and Marko, who were setting up your nest and getting one of Marko's shirts for you to sleep in, dropped what they were doing and went over to you. All of the boys were now confused as to what was wrong, which was even more stressful!

The only work you felt like you knew how to say was "No!" So you just held onto David as tight as you could and repeatedly said "No" while crying. The boys were confused, you were okay a second ago! David tried to set you down but you just clung harder to him. David is a smart boy and so is Dwayne, once you did that they shared a knowing glance. Heading behind David, Dwayne put a cool hand on your face to get your attention,

"Would you feel better if we stayed baby?" Dwayne said caressing your cheek with his thumb. With wide eyes you looked at Dwayne and quickly nodded your head, gripping onto the back of David's jacket.

"Oh honey... Why didn't you just say so? You know your daddies will always sleep with you if you want us to!" Marko cooed to you joining Dwaynes side. They frowned when they saw their effort of cheering you up just made you curl into David's embrace more, to which he tightened his own grip, rubbing soft circles with his leather clad hand.

They walked over to the nest, the baby bat still hanging on to their covens leader. Refusing to let go until all of them, David included, promised they would stay with you tonight. To which they did, offering a pinkie promise that they couldn't break. Then the tears began to slow, letting yourself be put down as long as they stayed close by. Calming down knowing they would be right here, never having to go to sleep in an empty bed again.

You put your sleeve in your mouth when Paul approached with one of their band shirts and a black paci you had gotten online. He gently grabbed your hand and saw the doe eyed, spacey look in your eyes and knew you were absolutely babyspaced right now.

"How about you trade me sugar," which caught your interest, nodding your head and shaking your sleeve along with it, laughing Paul gently tugged your wrist saying, "How about you give me this so we can get you into Daddy's shirt, and you can use your paci? How's that sound?"

You slowly let your sleeve go so Daddy could give you the paci and help you into the shirt, which makes you whine and tear up again. Being changed is your least favorite part of bedtime... Before you could start crying Paul quickly put your shirt on and wiped your eyes attacking you with kisses and bringing you to the bed. Marko looks over and joins you, sandwiching you between him and Paul.

With Dwayne jumping onto the pile and settling on using you as his stuffed animal. David joined the outside of the pile, propping his head up as he watched his little family. He reached his hand over Marko and caressed your face as your eyes began to close.

"Don't worry, nobody's going anywhere. We'll be here when you wake up, okay? Sleep well little one." David said then he blew out the candle that illuminated the cave and each of them drifted to sleep with the pull of the sun, with you feeling safe in their arms knowing your Daddies weren't going anywhere. ☀️

#agere caregiver #little!reader #agere little #agere reader #monster x little! reader #little! reader #monster caregiver #sfw littlespace #vampire caregiver #the lost boys x little! reader

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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Treacherous

Title: Treacherous

Pairing: The Rock x Reader

Summary: Vince tries to break up his daughter and her boyfriend.

Word Count: 452

"You know, it's not too late to back out of this. I can go talk to Daddy, we can tell him what happened," Y/n's older sister, Stephanie, suggested. Y/n knew that they couldn't go tell their father. Dwayne would probably be fired for what the two of them did, even though there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Vince couldn't have even used the "she's barely legal" excuse about their relationship. Y/n was coming up on her 21st birthday, which was when it was agreed that they'd come out with their relationship. That way, she'd get to keep her trustfund and relationship without any hitches.

"It'll be fine. This is just a promo," Y/n said. Stephanie looked uneasy as Y/n walked away, as if she knew more than what she was letting on. Y/n went out to the ring, oblivious to the clusterfuck that awaited her. Dwayne looked guilty as he stood there behind Vince. It was the sight of her father out in that ring that made Y/n start to slow her roll a bit. "What are you doing out here?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Vince asked. Y/n quickly caught on when she saw the guilty look on Dwayne's face. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

"Not a goddamn thing," Y/n said as she stepped up to her father. Everybody else had always been scared of him, but Y/n knew better. He was a weak man, one who stepped on others to make himself feel bigger. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Fine. Dwayne, go on," Vince said.

"Y/n, we aren't going to work out. Relationships in this business are always doomed to fail, and what makes us the exception?" Dwayne asked. Y/n's fist balled up around the microphone as she prepared to throw it at someone. She wasn't sure who she wanted to aim for. Y/n launched it at her father, who looked stunned.

"You fucking bastard! I just wanted one thing. I just wanted to be happy!" Y/n screamed at him. Dwayne watched as Y/n charged at Vince. He stepped in to stop her, not completely trusting Vince to not hurt her.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I love you," Dwayne told her. Y/n calmed down a little and stared at him with a confused look. "I believed saying the truth would change the way I felt, but I love you no matter how bad things seem."

"We're gonna be okay, right? Tell me-," Y/n got choked up, "tell me it'll be alright."

"Everything will be fine, I promise. I'll take care of you, no matter what," Dwayne promised.

#my writing #one shot #wwe x reader #wwe #the rock x reader #the rock #dwayne johnson x reader #dwayne johnson

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anna1306 · 3 years

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Hiiii, I was wondering if you could write me an poly! Lost boys x reader that doesn't smoke and is very innocent. They see her one time on the boardwalk taking a hit from a friend and they're just so confused bc she is so innocent and pure and cute!

Poly!Lost Boys x Cute, Innocent Reader

- When they first see you, you are with your friends. At first Marko just says how cute you look, but nothing more.

- Then Dwayne notices how you refuse to take cigarette from your friend. It's cute and a little bit funny, to him it even sounds childish.

- It's not healthy, stop it, please, I won't try it even once.

- He makes a point about you to David. They all like cute little things, though let's be honest, sometimes in a bad way. They love to break these pure things.

- David sees you, cute, soft, innocent, laughing at some of the jokes of you friends, but getting embarrassed by more vulgar and harder ones. He scoffs to himself. To him you're perfect target to mess with. You wouldn't understand his innuendos at first, and when you do, there would be this adorable little blush.

- Paul sees a different thing. How one of your friends, already a little bit drunk, looks at you. How they lick their lips, how they speak with you. It's... Interesting.

- When things get heated up, they are all ears. Marko jokes that they gonna steal their girl. Paul snickers at this and smacks him at the shoulder. They all know - if they have decided to play with you, noone would stop them.

- Come on, let's just walk on the beach. You and me.

- I don't understand... Why do we need to go from them alone? The others don't want to?

- You sound pretty confused and genuine. David raises his brows in surprise, while others continue listening.

- Yeah, the others don't want to. They have other things to do. And we... could have some fun alone.

- What things? Maybe we can help them.

- Paul and Marko are already laughing at this. Seeing your poor friend, trying to get you alone and failing at this - is hilarious.

- They don't need our help! Geez, let's go.

- Do you need my help? Maybe others can go too. I don't understand, let's ask them.

- Paul and Marko are dying from laughter at this point, while Dwayne smiles to himself. It's cute how you genuinely don't understand what was going on. You are so oblivious to the situation, it's strange to David, who always sees through people. He doesn't understand, how much more obvious your friend should be.

- Your friend gives up at last, leaving confused you behind. This is the time where boys decided to act on it. They send Dwayne. Not obvious choice, but he's pretty intimidating with his looks and they need to swap you from your feet right at the beginning to play with you.

- So he appears next to you and "bumps" into you, almost making you fall. But catching you "just in time". Dwayne notices how you are blushing in his hands and how your eyes darted between his bare torso and the face.

- Sorry about that. What can I do to... Make you forgive me?

- You are so cold! Why are you half-naked?!

- Okay, well... That isn't the reaction he has expected from you.

- Here! Take this!

- You take you scarf and wrap it around his neck, covering his chest a bit, using his shock to do this freely. His broody self is a little confused by this.

- There you go, much better! And don't worry, you don't need to return me this, I have tons of those!

- You peck him on the cheek and turn to your friends, ready to go to them. You make couple of steps and then turn and wave at still dumbfounded Dwayne.

- Bye-bye, don't catch cold, please!

- The boys, who have seen the whole encounter, come up to him. He takes off your scarf and smells it.

- Let's keep her, - Marko darts his eyes between you and the boys. Paul nods enthusiastically, while Dwayne still seems to be in his thoughts.

- Agree, - is all brunette says. David just sighs quietly. They are all intriqued by you and charmed at the same time. No... Now they probably won't break you, it wouldn't be interesting. Now they just want you to themselves.

#thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb #tlb1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb dwayne #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #female reader #reader insert #x reader

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navalcriminalimagines · 2 years

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Can I pretty please request a Dwayne Pride x Fem!Reader fic where they’re having a lazy day and stay in bed with prompt #29.....the ones you found on Wattpad

TY 🖤❤️🖤❤️

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten time, but just like another ten, please.”

Lazy day

When you learned why was Dwayne nicknamed ‘King’, you knew you weren’t dating a regular man.

But nothing prepared you for what it would be like. Him being a driven federal agent who loved his city more than reason. Dwayne’s ultimate wish was for New Orleans to be a safe place for its inhabitants and tourists, no matter that he knew it was impossible. He overworked himself and took uncontrollable risks everyday. Pretty much like when he got shot twice and almost died.

You were seriously getting worried about him. He wasn’t taking time for himself, always 100% into work even when he was at home. You even talked to his team and realized that they were worried too, but Dwayne was a stubborn man.

So you came up with a plan to force him to take a day off. You knew it was a risk. He wasn’t the kind of man to get mad at you - especially when your intention was to take care of him - but he could get frustrated with your plan. It could make things worse, but you had to do it for his own sake, for his health - physical and mental.

You planned everything with Tammy one night as the team was having a drink at the Tru Tone. And two days later, it was on.

You woke up before he did, and turned off his alarm. He was deep in his sleep, he didn’t even hear you getting out of bed. Tammy was waiting outside. You opened the door, gave her the keys and she locked the both of you inside. “Let him sleep as much as possible!” She winked and left.

You joined him in bed, and spooned him. For a moment you were afraid he would wake up but all he did was sighing before softly snoring again. With a smile on your face, you fell back asleep.

A little more than an hour later, you felt him rushing out of bed. You opened your eyes and watched him getting dress in a hurry. “I’m late, darling. And so are you, actually.”

He stared, puzzled that you were rushing like he was. “Drop the jeans and come back to bed.” You told him. “You can’t go anywhere anyway.” He looked completely confused now. “We’re locked in. Lazy day for the both of us.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t—“

You stood up on the bed, reaching for his shoulders. “I know I’m taking a risk here. But you need to rest, D. And since I know you won’t do it on your own, I’m forcing your hand.”

“Did you—hide the keys or something?”

“Would’ve been too easy. Someone locked us in. Only way out? Jumping from the balcony.” You watched him taking a look into the living area, where you could reach the balcony. “Tell me you’re not thinking about jumping your way out.”

“It’s not that high.”

“Dwayne Cassius Pride! Seriously!”

He sighed with a small smile. He grabbed you by your hips and pressed your body against his. “What are we supposed to do today then?”

Smiling, you kissed his jawline, cheeks and nose. “Absolutely nothing.” You pressed your lips against his. “Laying in bed, sleeping, eating properly, having sex.”

With his forehead against yours, he exhaled intensely, “that does sound really nice.” He held you tighter.

“So, you’re not upset?” You kissed his neck.

“I am—infuriated. But I’ll take it out on my team later. ‘Cause I guess they are in on it.”

It was mostly Tammy but you weren’t throwing her under the bus. So you just hummed in response, kissing him more intensely until he fell back into bed with you, his strong body covering yours.

He made love to you. It was slow and sweet and very Dwayne Pride. With your schedules, and how worked up he’s been for a year, you weren’t the kind of couple to have sex everyday. But you didn’t mind because when you finally had the opportunity to be intimate, Dwayne was fully there with you. You never admitted it directly to him but he was the best sex you’ve ever had.

As you were laying in bed, you told him the ground rules for the day. You told him that everytime he talked about work, and even think about it - admitting that you can see it on his face when he does - he’d lose ten minutes of his time with you.

“What?” He chuckled, holding you close to his chest.

“You heard me. If there’s a hint of shoptalk today, I’m depriving you of me for ten long minutes.”

He kissed your temple, agreeing to the rule.

You cooked him breakfast - that you ate in bed - and around noon, Dwayne was fast asleep. Laying shirtless on bed, the sheets only covering his legs, you were softly caressing all over his torso when your fingers focused around the bullet wound right above his heart. “If I’m not allowed to talk or think about work, you’re not allowed to think about this.” He said.

You leaned down to kiss his shoulder, close to the wound. “Just one thing.” He opened his eyes to look at you. “That was when I knew—that you were the love of my life, Dwayne.” You confessed, “I was losing you and I couldn’t help but to think that I’ve never told you just how much I love you.”

Dwayne smiled, squeezing your hand in his. “I knew it, darling. You never had to say it. You and Laurel were the reasons why I fought hard.”

You curled up against him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and you both took a little nap.

He failed to leave work out of the door. He checked his phone late in the afternoon, thinking that you were in the bathroom.

“Checking your phone is the ultimate offense, Pride. The ten minutes turned into thirty.”

“Aw come on sweetheart!” He whined, “Don’t do this to me.”

He tried to reach for you but you took a step back. You grabbed his phone to set the alarm thirty minutes later. “I’ll see you in half an hour. Nap on the couch.”

He tried to reach for you again but you rushed into the bedroom and locked yourself in the bedroom. You waited for the alarm to go off, and it was thirty very long minutes, knowing that he was just right there.

When you unlocked the door, Dwayne was standing there. Almost like he stood behind the door, waiting for the minutes to be over. He grabbed you in a second and threw the both of you onto the bed. His mouth was all over you. “Don’t ever deprived me of you again.” He groaned.

“You knew the rules.” You chuckled.

He held you and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in months. Laughing, you tried to get out of his hold but he wasn’t letting you go. “I need to go the bathroom.”

“You had thirty minutes to go.”

“I didn’t want to and now I do.”

With a grown, he let you go. But as soon as you came back, he was all over you again, “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

You pushed him to make him roll over. You straddled him, and you were the one kissing him. Neither of you had much clothes on, but what you had quickly ended on the floor.

“You wanna know when I knew I won’t be able to love anyone else no matter what happens between us?” He asked, between two kisses.

“When?”

“Today.”

#ncis new orleans #ncis nola #ncis nola imagine #ncis reader insert #dwayne pride #dwayne pride imagine #dwayne pride x reader #dwayne pride x you #dwayne pride fanfic

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look.

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge.

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining.

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them.

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy.

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest.

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes.

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko.

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green.

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look.

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess.

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour.

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute.

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it.

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips.

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night.

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along.

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so.

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions.

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights.

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here.

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it.

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to.

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort.

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks.

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings.

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat.

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm.

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires.

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them.

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed.

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out.

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own.

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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Can you write Poly!Lost Boys x s/o x Michael? The lost boys let s/o seduce Michael into the dark side?

Oh hO HO- Okay, here you go. Making this an everyone loves Michael fic, and not including Star/Laddie.

Good Job, Michael (Poly!Lost Boys x S/O x Michael)

Word Count: 1725

Warnings: cursing, descriptions of blood/violence/gore

David's hand itched for a cigarette while he and his boys sat on their bikes. His mind was a swirl of thoughts, all of them complicated and muddled by the blondes own emotions. He knew what he had to do. Max wanted Lucy, and he thought her sons were the best way to get her. They turn Michael and Sam, and then Lucy turns. Ta-da, happy ending. But things weren't always that easy.

They sat on their bikes, knowing that somewhere, probably right at this moment, you were getting hit on. And that you were entertaining it. The thought didn't settle easy among the group, and instead it held over them like a persistent fog. Some members were more outspoken than others with their disapproval of the tactic, with Marko having been bitching about it since they woke up. He'd hesitated when letting you go, his gloved hand resting on your hip for a just a moment too long. All it did was pause you from saying goodbye to the others and you gave him a look, but he settled to just huff and wait to truly start complaining for when you left.

Paul was usually a chatterbox, but one of the least confrontational of all the boys. He preferred "peace and love, man", even if he tore into surf-nazis each night. But the way he was tapping on his bike handle and looking around gave him away. He didn't like this either, and finally he uttered out a whine of,

"Where are they?" They weren't used to letting you stray far. They rarely left eachothers sides, and their instincts were practically begging them to find you. Surprisingly, it was Dwayne that answered.

"Be patient." He said, his voice deep and bristly. He didn't like this as much as the others, that was clear by the permanent scowl on his face. His hands were gripping his handlebars, his knuckles tightening and threatening to snap the metal underneath his fingers. So much for patience.

While they all agreed that none of them liked this, David couldn't deny that another wave of emotion was clouding his mind. One that he'd carefully avoided, but resurfaced the second they saw you emerge from the crowd. Blue eyed, curly haired brunette in tow. The same feeling, the edging, burning interest of a new crush, edged his mind. One that he'd decided to keep to himself, even if the way he chose to stare at the brunette betrayed him to the others. The second the boys caught the way he was looking at the brunette, there was a sigh, small tittering, and a roll of hazel-green eyes. It didn't help that you were giving Michael the same exact goo-goo eyes.

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You hadn't expected to actually like the brunette. You knew what David wanted, what Max planned. This was supposed to just be a simple trick, something to keep Max happy and off your back. A simple necessity, like drinking blood each night. Sure, having another boy around wasn't completely unwelcome, but, again, you hadn't expected to like him.

You found him after he donned a new, obviously new, leather jacket. He had seen the boardwalk, and the teens that owned it, and was trying desperately to fit in. It made you smile, a small feeling of pity flitting through you. The poor boy was even considering getting his ear pierced. You stepped forward, offering a quick,

"It's a rip-off." To catch his attention. He turned, and his eyes found you. He was quick to follow, asking,

"What?" And you smiled. A real smile. He was clueless. It was almost cute.

"It's a rip-off. Get a sewing needle and some ice, it'll do the job." You said, and he smiled for a moment, doing his best to follow you through the crowd.

"What's your name?" He asked, and you offered it freely. He repeated it, and was quick to chirp back. "I'm Michael." He said, and you nodded. You knew. You repeated his name back, catching his eye as you did so.

You looked him over now that you were closer, and, for the shadow of a moment, you saw exactly what he could become. The faint image of a Lost Boy was hidden behind his face, and you didn't doubt that in a few weeks, if not a few nights, he would grow into that image nicely. You couldn't help but say,

"You new to Santa Carla?" You asked, and he rubbed the back of his neck before he replied,

"That obvious, huh?" He asked, and you chuckled. He was oddly charming. He was like a puppy, filled with naivety and the need to be accepted. Liked.

"Just a little bit." You said, making a pinching gesture with your fingers. "But I like the jacket." You said, and you saw how that brought a smile to his face. He touched it, like he'd almost forgot that he was wearing it. You had to stifle a laugh when he said,

"This old thing?" And you reached out. He watched your hand come towards his, and he seemed excited for a moment. Excited from the idea that you were going to take his hand. You did, but only to pull a price tag from his wrist. You held it up, and, in a moment, he flushed. You couldn't stop your laugh then, and you had to tease him.

"Old thing, huh?" You said, but you were quick to wave your own comment away. "It's nice, though. It suits you." You said, and you watched him rub his neck again. You couldn't tell if his embarrassment was from having been caught in his lie or from being complimented by you. Still, he had enough confidence to ask,

"Wanna get something to eat?" As his bike came nearer. You nodded, and you could practically feel the stare from your boys on your back.

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That was exactly what you asked him as you lead him into the dunes, the rest of your boys hooting and hollering behind you. Dwayne had thrown his arm around Marko, with Paul raising his hands teasingly at David. When you stopped near a tree, just above a partying group of teens, the laughter died. The tension had become suddenly thick, and Michael uncomfortably asked,

"I thought you said we were getting food?" He asked, and the boys snickered as they climbed into the tree. They'd been hazing him for days, even as their own feelings grew. But none of them were willing to do anything that would halt his progress, even if the tension was growing thicker between him and David. He would turn, and then they could pursue him.

You and Michael hung back for a moment, and you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. You looked at him. He had grown exactly into the image you had pictured. His cheeks were dusted with stubble, his sunglasses hanging from his white shirt. An earring hanging from his left ear. He was staring at you the same way he always did. So full of trust, naivety, and a willingness to please. Again, you found that you nearly pitied him. It's why you couldn't let him go into this completely blind, even if that had been David's plan.

"You've been having a weird pain lately, right?" You asked him, and his brows furrowed with confusion. You knew the thirst had hit him already, even if he hadn't acted on it. "And your hand." You reached for it. He'd told you about how Nanook had bitten him, but he'd skipped the detail about the mirror. His hand was now healed, as if he hadn't been bitten at all. While he wasn't the brightest, he was smart enough to realize that wasn't normal. You and the boys had succeeded in distracting him the night before, but now he had to know. "These are bad people, Michael. You don't need to feel guilty." You whispered, but he looked more confused than anything. He held your hand, giving it a squeeze. Before he could ask, you interruped, "Here, I'll show you." You said, guiding him towards the tree and then leaving him there while the boys watched you. While you'd given him just the slightest of hints, now it was time to set the plan into motion. Michael nearly followed you, only to be caught by Paul and Marko after a quick look from David. David trusted you, as did the others, as you stepped down towards the firelight.

Michael watched how the boys jeered at you, how one quickly took to your side. He was drunk, and it looked as if he planned on messing with you. The others quickly noticed you, and they circled you like a pack of wolves. The boys watched as Michael's- well, they couldn't tell if it was jealousy or protectiveness- flared, his eyes turning yellow. David smirked, and he leaned towards the brunette. Setting a hand on his shoulder, he said,

"You gonna let them do that, Michael?" And he nodded at the two blondes. They let him go, and just then one of the boys gave you a nudge. One that seemingly nearly knocked you to the ground. It was a bit of pretending on your part, but that was all it took.

His face had shifted completely, becoming almost lionesque as his fangs descended. Without the boys to grab him, he flew. You watched as they ripped and tore into the man's shoulder, knocking him flat onto his face. You watched as your boys laughed, joining him and pouncing as the surf-nazis began to try to run away. You snatched one for yourself, the blood hitting the back of your throat in a hot gush. The six of you were having a frenzy, and you tossed the limp body into the fire as the adrenaline filled your veins. You looked over at the curly haired brunette, his eyes still shining yellow instead of blue. He was panting, with blood drenched down his chin, neck, and the front of his shirt. He looked beautiful, not just to you but to the boys you had been with for- well, you couldn't remember exactly how long. He was truly one of you now, and you didn't hesitate to pull him in for a kiss. He moaned and licked at your mouth, whether to deepen it or catch the blood decorating it you couldn't tell.

When you pulled away, you caressed his stubbly cheek. His eyes had faded back to blue, but the completion of the transformation numbed any expected remorse. He simply ducked down again, capturing your lips once more, before the both of you giggled and you said,

"Good job, Michael."

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #michael the lost boys #the lost boys michael #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hi, it's me again lol. I'm not very well, could you do one with Lost Boys, which the reader suffers with depression until one day she is about to try something to end the pain, but the boys find her and stop her plan? Something cute with them talking to her, hugs and they even decide to take her in. If you don't want to because it's too triggering, that's fine, I'll understand. I'm really sorry if it's bothersome, it's just that I needed some comfort with them and you write so well.

Oh no, I hope you feel better after reading this! I'm sorry it's so short!💛❤ and thanks for the compliments!

Why Did You Stop Me?

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: SUICIDAL THEMES, mention of death

Masterlist

A/n: this is the closest I will get to writing suicide (for future reference for others)

Wind tears around the four vampires as they race up the road, each thanking whatever God there is that their bodies don't get tired from exertion like this, though they use the same breath to curse them. Normally, they'd be much faster, using the air to get exactly where they need to be, but nature is playing a cruel trick on them today: a storm rages around Santa Carla, the wind and rain far too strong for flying to be of any real use. It does nothing to help the panic sparking through their systems, bodies tense as they push through the whirling haze of rain, eyes wide in terror. None of them, not Paul, not Marko, not Dwayne, not even David, can remember the last time they were as frightened, as helpless as they felt now.

Paul leads, his naturally leaner body moving faster than the others, though Dwayne is right on his tail, Marko and David bringing up the rear, their coats flying out behind them. None of them speak, each too focused on getting up the hill they've ridden up so many times, the stretch feeling longer than it ever has done. The sharp ridge of the bridge up ahead is already in view, the structure so familiar to them, a place they never thought would be used for anything except their own enjoyment.

As they finally crest the top of the hill, a familiar figure comes into view, their silhouette almost invisible through the rainstorm as they stare down at the gaping drop below them. It's heartbreaking for the vampires to see this, the set to the figure's shoulders dejected, slumped and weak, something they've come to notice in past months, though they always tried to curb it. They tried all sorts: nights out on the Boardwalk, movie nights in their home, food dates, motorbike rides, everything. It had looked like it was working, like their efforts were making a change, but it was only tonight that they figured out it made no difference. The note they found at the cave had told them that their efforts were appreciated, but that, though they had tried, it wasn't enough. Not this time.

Their brains had gone blank as they tore from the hotel, forgetting their bikes as they started the long run to the bridge, where they knew she'd be waiting, ready to commit one last act.

Now, as they race out over the edge of the hill, they call out to her, Paul breaking into a sprint as he gets close. She looks over at them, eyes widening as she freezes in place, before she turns back to the drop, moving closer to the edge.

Paul visibly strains to move faster, hair fanning out around his face as he leaps to catch (Y/n), who finally steps off of the edge.

The others skid to a halt, screaming out to her as she starts to plummet to the black depths, hearts dropping in terror, their voices raw with pain and horror, pleading lacing their tones. David, Marko and Dwayne can only watch as Paul throws himself off after her, arms outstretched as he calls out to her, desperation driving him forwards.

For a moment, there is no sound except the howling wind around them, the rain pelting the floor beating out a rhythm they don't pay any attention to, the three vampires frozen in place in terror. Genuine fear is etched into David's expression, his face more open and vulnerable than either Dwayne or Marko can recall it ever being, but then so are theirs. Stock still, they remain where they are, staring out over the empty crack in the ground, every particle within them being used to pray for (Y/n)'s survival and Paul's success. He'd always been a fast flyer, so he definitely stands a good choice of catching her.

Minutes pass, before Paul finally emerges back over the lip of the cliff, a body cradled in his arms. In the dark, the others can tell he's distraught, his eyes wide as he stares down at the girl in his grip, the limp figure curled into his chest. Instantly, the other three leap into the air, fighting the harsh winds as they move to crowd round their friend, anxious to know if (Y/n) is alright.

"She fainted...she's alive." Paul manages out, sounding breathless as he holds (Y/n) closer to him.

Relief floods them all, teary eyes closing as they thank whatever is out there that she's still with them, that she hasn't been taken away from them prematurely.

It's a few hours later that (Y/n) finally comes to again, finding herself confused and disoriented as she wakes in a bed full of four other bodies, each curled around her. The feeling is comforting, but she can't help the small spark of disappointment that flares up within her as she realises she's still alive. Groaning, she leans her head back, surprised when it meets the hard ridge of someone's collarbone. She glances up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees David watching her, his piercing eyes softer than usual. The look instills a sense of security within her, and she glances around her again, taking in the other vampires holding her. Dwayne lies to David's right, his head on her shoulder, whilst Marko uses her stomach as a pillow, Paul lying between her legs, his head on one of her thighs. All of them are watching her, relief written into their features.

"You're awake." Paul murmurs, his warm blue eyes meeting her's.

Tired, she simply nods, somewhat unhappy with that fact. They notice this, and their grips tighten around her. All is silent for a long while, (Y/n) sinking back into the dark thoughts that spring unbidden to mind.

"Why did you stop me?" She finally asks, voice quiet and hoarse.

"Because none of us would be able to live without you, and you were trying to take yourself away far too early. We couldn't let you do that to yourself when you've got a whole life ahead of you." David says, reassuring her with the rhythmic rubbing of his hand over her arm, "We love you too much."

"But why? I'm not happy with who I am, I hate existing, and, apart from you guys, there is nothing left for me to live for!" She argues back, frowning angrily.

"We love you for who you are and we know full well that you have a lot of opportunities that you'll miss out on. We want to help you learn to love yourself as much as we do, we're here for you, (Y/n). We always have been, as long as we've known you." Dwayne interjects, smiling down at me gently.

Rendered speechless by the confession, (Y/n) opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to figure out an argument in response, before Marko leans up and places a finger over her lips.

"What they're saying is true. We all love you far too much just to let you go so easily. We're gonna fight with you and we're not gonna let you surrender, ever, because you have so much to live for. There are loads of people who care about you, it just seems like there aren't many because the world had a cruel way of making life difficult for us all. You're appreciated, (Y/n), by loads of people." The shorter blonde smiles, "Mostly by us, though.

"Yeah, (Y/n), we need you in our lives. You're so important to us." Paul chips in, watching her.

Again, (Y/n) struggles to find the words she wants, unsure of how to react though her heart has flooded with love and security, chasing off the darkness. She makes a few noncommittal sounds at first, until David interrupts her.

"Come on, we'll talk more about this tomorrow night. Right now, you need to get some sleep." The blonde vampire hums, holding her closer to him as the others cuddle closer, too, pressing their bodies to hers.

"Thank you." (Y/n) murmurs after a little while, relaxing into the vampires' grip, feeling exhaustion starting to take over.

"Of course. We're always here for you." Dwayne purrs back, the boys cradling her until she falls asleep, the four of them unbelievably relieved that they got to her in time.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#the lost boys paul #dwayne (the lost boys)#the lost boys marko

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idjitlili · 3 years

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I can be the God of your Orgasm.

Loki x reader

(Not my image)

Summary:Some how ending up in Sakaar ,Valkyrie ends up taking you under her wing,no not her horse Aragorn,for a year ,until some Gods show up.

Word count:1768

Warnings:Language

A/n: Couldn’t end it , last time I touched this was October. Uhm, there’s a picture of Bowie, probably TMI here, but he was the first man , I ever you know over.Double aswell. I’m sorry.

You just a young woman in y/c ,heading to college your average routine ,but you never made it. Instead you had tripped over into a puddle ,but yet again you were decieved ,it was a portal. You hadn't/only left your country ,let alone been on another planet. You didn't think that was even possible;magic nor to be able to breathe on an different planet,well that was what you were told by the government. No you weren't a flat earther,thats bloody stupid. However you felt like the government hid a lot.

Michael Jacksons death,Heath Ledgers death,River Phoenix's death, Princess Diana's death , David Bowie, Obi-wan,it just seemed a little suspicous, not saying it was definitely them covering up the murders but...

Anyways so you fell into the puddle into a some rubbish ,literal rubbish. You had no idea what happened ,when Valkyrie found you she didn't either. God damn Benedict cumpatch stay in america with your fake american accent. Just stay away ,don't really want to be assassainated for being best buds with Sherlock Holmes and Dildo Gaggins.

Valkyrie had felt bad for such a young mortal being in an strange planet,she couldn't bare to bring you to Grandmaster ,to be apart of his orgies. he was indeed a tough warrior much like Dwalin the dwarf from the hobbit,who funfact is the longest living dwarf living up to 300 years,yes irrelvent.

Thus, you lived with her ,you managed to get a part time job as a cook,just so you didn't feel so bad about living with Valkyrie rent free. When I say part time cook ,I mean you just cooked for you and her,you didn't trust this planet. It was lucky when you fell in that puddle the stuff in your backpack didn't get wet,so you had some books to read,and such.

To be far being away from home stuck on an alien planet really did get boring ,you'd hate to admit it but sometimes you had to go to visit Hulk,because he was sorta normal. No he was not but he was okay ,like a destructive toddler but it was better than being alone. Other than that you really missed home ,you missed tv,you missed ice cream.

Pretty much everyday was boring. Well after almost a year of being here ,Valkyrie had brought a guest to your shared apartment thing. The God you had seen on the television a couple years ago. You had been sitting on the sofa reading at the time ,you jumped so hard when the door slammed open,you had looked up to see valkyrie shoving down a dark haired man in chains.

"Uhhh, are you allowed to kidnap people here?" you had questioned ,causing Valkyrie and the guy turn to you ,you had recognised him after a moment of trying to pin point his face. "I don't think that will hold him...h-he's-"

"Just stay away from him ,don't talk to him,don't look at him,hell don't even think about him,I will be back with Thor ,and then we can get you home, Y/n. So pack your things ." Soon as she had mentioned going home you had already started gathering your things,as Valkyrie had left after the God of Thunder. No you didn't go to the big battle compitions and Valkyrie certainly did not tell you she had found Thor ,but it didn't matter you were going home.

It didn't take you long to pack soon,you had your shoes on and everything sitting on the sofa ,twiddling your thumbs,feeling Loki's gaze on you. What's up with in love stories men staring , oh shut up you are just jealous because you can't even get a boyfriend ,stupid scribe.

"she said not to think about you...can you read minds?" you had questioned ,just really because that gaze he had on you made you feel proper ugly ,in which you were not. He had scoffed at you.

"I'm not a witch."

"I never said you were,you are a God ,must be better than having a hammer, it's like a normal hammer with steriods."

"Ah..so you have heard of me," He had smirked to himself ,you had just looked back at you hands before reaching for your bag grabbing your journal and ink,before just scribbing doodles on a clean page.Loki didn't speak after that not until you did again ten minutes later ,probably less time goes slow when the mood is a drag.

"the thing with new York, that was because of Thanos? People have controlled me by making me feel guilty so many times..OH manipulation ,you probably don't want to hear what I have to say,but I can't help it ,i've been stuck here a year the only person I got to speak to is drunk Valkyrie and hulk in which I feel like I am talking to a child. You know what I really wish I was watching Lord of the rings right-"

"You are from earth,how did you end up here?" He had grinned at you,cutting you off,isn't he like a mass murderer? Well he was tricked into doing it ,so more like accidental murderer ,why is he so handsome. Don't be stupid he is a God of course he is handsome.

"Uh..I fell into a puddle then I was here." The God had turned his head away to the floor ,scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

"I don't see how that's possible."

"Well it happene-" Yet you were cut off again,as the door slammed open,you quickly turned away back to your notebook,Thor ,Bruce and Valkyrie stood at the door.

You missed what happened first ,Loki having things thrown at him ,and such,you only looked up when he said something about spaceships,seeing Bruce. Your eyes glittered with excitement , Thor saw this. "Oh my! I can't believe it's-2 Thor had shook his head for you not say it. "Radiation scientist,Bruce Banner, damn,now I must say this is much more exciting than a hammer,which you don't have what's up with that? Hey Bruce how you feeling?Green? Darn, imagine being strongest Avenger!"

Thor had scoffed at you,"Does she always talk this much?"Bruce had made his way over to you smiling at you as you stood up. "It is so cool to meet you mister Banner."

"Thank you miss..." "Y/n" He had smiled at you again before turning to Thor ,"see strongest Avenger,yep that's me."

"well then ,let' hope we can get home,just first we are to go to Asgard."

***

"Valkyrie ,I'm going to stay with Dwayne Johnson,I have no fighting skills so it's better if come I after," you had gestured to Korg.

"Alright then, I'll see you if I don't die" And with that she left you with the aliens,smiling up to them.

"The revolution has begun."

***

"Hey, what's this?"

"Thank you." You had stood next to Korg as he had powered down the taser device on Loki's body,you had stood rocking on your balls of your feet in excitement to get home.

"Hey,man. We're about to jump on that ginormous spaceship. You wanna come?" Loki had jumped up,his hair a messy ,from the intense pain he had just suffered,from betraying his brother yet again.

"well you do seem like you're in desperate need of leadership." The smirk was interweaved into his voice, smooth as his greasy hair.

"Why, thank you."

"Hurry up! It has been too long since I've seen the dance seen in the james franco spiderman three!" You rushed forwards grabbing a hold of the mischief makers arm dragging him towards the ship. "Talkative and touchy," Loki just allowed you to drag him,with him supposively being evil,grinning.

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"uhhh, what's the chances of as all dying horribly? Do you think if i pretend to be dead she wouldn't notice?" Loki was driving the space ship,whilst you sat in the seat next to him,all the alien people sat or stood behind. You really be riding shotgun on a spaceship,it was you or korg.

Loki did not answer you , yet just slightly smiled glancing to you briefly, not a good sign, you'd think with two Gods you'd be fine ,but clearly not. "Hey do you think if Thor had to fight I don't know- AHH" You weren't sure who you meant to say as you face planted into the spaceship's floor,as Loki's flying had stopped so suddenly causing a jolt. You had laughed to your lesson quietly,patheticly in honesty ,covering up how embarrassing that was.

You felt as if you were Mantis ,when Drax had informed her to watch out after she got hit in the face. All you could think was there's like a bunch of aliens on this ship and it's guaranteed at least 3 have just seen you face plant. "Okay , that makes me wish that I was on Thors spaceship right now." Your hair in your face, forearms pressed against the cold metal floor.

"What does he have that I don't?" His voice seeped with sarcasm, okay maybe not he was probably just annoyed that a midgardian was aboard and could not shut up.

"He probably can fly this thing better, well it's probably Bruce but that's even better , do you even know how many PHDs he has?"

"Honestly I do not know and do not care."

"Wow that's not very nice . He has..wait I dont -" The smirk on Loki's face was stamped deep, as he pulled you out of your concentration by doing so. "Shut up I bet you say to all your lovers, ‘If you givee a chance I can be the god of your orgasm’” Honestly you don’t know what made you think of that , something tells you it’s to do with a dude that reads a lot of smut named Blake. Actually the author doesn’t know if he does but..

“Thank you darling, for the new material.”

#marvel x you #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagines #loki odinson x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki imagines #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki #loki fluff

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By the Candlelight

Dwayne Pride x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,170

“Do you wanna call Santa Claus and his elves to see if they’ve got a free minute to join us for dinner?”

The lights were turned way down low as you piddled around Dwayne’s bedroom, the sound of gentle Christmas music playing softly and bouncing off the walls. This was the most at ease and most content you had been in weeks. It was Christmas time in New Orleans, the annual holiday was just a few short days away. You had made it a point to be a little more in the Christmas spirit this year, considering the last several years had been less than festive. Dwayne had let you spend your day off decking out his bedroom with the jolliest of decorations, even the ones that were a bit over the top for his taste. He had to admit, you were determined to make this Christmas one for the books.

You smiled radiantly to yourself as you drew the match across the ignition strip of the matchbox to light yet another candle that you had placed on the bedside table. The match flared fire and smoke as you dipped the match onto the candle wick. Just as you had blown out the flame on the tiny burning stick, you noticed Dwayne standing in the doorway. His ever-graying eyebrows were raised slightly in surprise as he looked around the room

“Hi, Dwayne.” You greeted, setting the box of matches back into the bedside table drawer.

“Evenin’, doll,” He returned the greeting, but his eyes continued to look around the room; “What’s going on in here?”

Your grin never left your face as you ushered him further into the room. This was the first time he was seeing what you had done with your shared space. Tinsel, lights, and sparkling decor draped across the walls. You surely had been busy today. You slipped your supple hands into his large ones, coaxing him inside.

“Just a little Christmas cheer. We’re only about four days out until the big day.” You reminded him.

He laughed lightly at that. Of course. He should’ve expected you were still up to your Christmas shenanigans. That’s when the scent of the candles finally hit his nose. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but it was strong in his nostrils.

“What kind of candles are these?” He asked, suddenly noticing just how many candles you had burning at once. He took a gander around the room and counted 6 candles; “Also, I think all these candles are a fire hazard.”

You scoffed at that, eye narrowing in disapproval. He had pulled you in now so your chin was resting on his chest as you looked up into his eyes that seemed to look so dazzling in this light.

“They’re balsam fir. You know, like a Christmas tree?” You spoke very matter-of-factly; “And there’s never too many. Especially this time of year.”

He gave a sarcastic noise. He couldn’t help but let his quick wit shine through.

“Gotcha,” He said; “Do you wanna call Santa Claus and his elves to see if they’ve got a free minute to join us for dinner?” He asked jokingly.

You smacked his shoulders firmly, a round of laughter bubbling out of his chest. While you might have been taking the whole “best Christmas ever” thing a little too seriously, he was relieved to see you finally wind down. Even if it was only for the holidays. He knew how stressful work could get and how it often got in the way of things that most people always got to enjoy at any given moment. It was your third Christmas together and you still had yet to have what you always envisioned as a “good Christmas”. Neither of you were getting any younger, and you often feared that you would let too many of the good times pass you by.

As much as you were having the time of your life with this, the strangest revelation was beginning to bestow upon you through this process. You were beginning to realize that Christmas wasn’t really about the presents, decorations, good food, or any of the other commercialized things. None of those things were THAT important to you anymore.

Having Pride with you, by your side, on one of the most joyful days of the year? That was more than enough.

His laughter subsided and a comfortable silence ensued. He looked down at you, stroking your face with one hand and keeping your waist close with the other. He absolutely adored you.

“So...you like what I’ve done with the place? Too much?” You questioned.

Without hesitation, he replied with a compliment and a kiss to your forehead.

“Not too much at all. It looks great. Couldn’t have done any better myself.”

You smiled warmly at that, snuggling even further into his hold.

“How was your day?” You asked.

“Busy. LaSalle and Gregorio got themselves into a bad spot today. They went-”

He was cut off by your head snapping up and a sharp gasp escaping your lips. The song had changed to the next one on your Christmas playlist. Confusion riddled his face for a moment, but morphed into knowing when he realized what song it was. “Silver Bells” had always been your favorite Christmas song, Dwayne’s heart skipping a beat at how excited you got over it.

“Oh, it’s my favorite.” You breathed out happily.

“I know.” He whispered back.

His hands moved to your arms, guiding them around his neck. His hands went to your hips afterwards, his feet beginning to move. He swayed with you slowly, your head buried in his neck as he left kisses on your temple. The candles had given the room such a romantic glow, and the music was a gorgeous sound in your ears. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a moment like this with him. A moment that made you both so open and so vulnerable.

It made you unbelievably happy to know that he was here. With the line of work you two were in, returning home everyday wasn’t guaranteed. That’s why every day, every minute, and every second together was so precious. This was just another reason why big holidays meant so much to you. He danced with you until the song ended, your head lifting from his shoulder and you pulled back slightly. He kissed you deeply right there, full of passion and full of love. He broke the kiss after a few more seconds, a soft smile plastered on his face;

“Merry Christmas, baby.” He spoke lowly.

You tapped his nose playfully;

“Merry Christmas,” You returned the sentiment; “Ready to cook dinner?”

“Sure. Would ya mind blowing out your candles for me? Just while we’re not in here.” He asked kindly.

You nodded with a grin as he broke away from you to retreat to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. You turned off the music and extinguished the candles placed around the room. With a final blow, you put out the last candle.

Leaving an eternal memory of love to stay floating with the temporary lines of smoke suspending into the air.

#dwayne pride #dwayne pride x reader #dwyane pride #NCIS New Orleans #ncis new orleans reader insert #ncis New Orleans imagine #ncis nola #agentncis

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feirceangel · 3 years

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Imagine | Skinwalker pt. 2 (Lost Boys)

Pt. 1

Imagine being a skin-walker and protecting the boys.

Word Count: 1351

You were dozing peacefully by the entrance to the boy's sleeping area when they arrived.

Michael, Sam, Edgar, and Allan.

Edgar and Allan enter first, making comments on the newly proclaimed 'Vampire Hotel' with wide eyes. Stakes in their hands, they seem ready for a fight.

In canine form, you observe them, gauging the threat they pose. The two comic shop workers dash up to the bed where Star lies asleep.

"Let's get her!"

Michael stumbles in with Sam, "No! Don't you touch her!"

"Fine, jeez, vampires have rotten tempers," Edgar quips before running to investigate the rest of the cave.

No one notices you.

Michael takes Laddie out of the cave and then comes back for Star.

By this time, you stand to your feet and let out a low growl. The younger boys look at you in fear and curse.

"Hellhound!" Sam shrieks as the Frog brothers grip their weapons tighter.

You growl again. Hellhound? Really? You're not some lowly hellhound, you are so much more.

"Stay back," Michael demands.

Flattening your ears, you bare your teeth in defiance. There's no way you'll take orders from the half-vampire who betrayed his newfound family.

You take a threatening step towards them. Allan throws a stake at you like a javelin but you sidestep it with ease.

They curse.

Internally chuckling, you bark sharply at them, making them squeal in fright.

You've seen these boys around when you walk by their shop on on the boardwalk. They act all tough, but they're just children.

Michael is about to make a move, but before he can, you transform in front of their eyes.

Bones pop and crackle as your body rearranges into the form of a woman.

Flabbergasted, the boys stare at you in shock. The younger three are in more shock, seeing as you are completely naked. This is their first time seeing a naked woman in real life.

"Holy-" Sam yells before Michael slams his hand over his younger brother's eyes. "Hey! Mike!"

You chuckle at Edgar and Allan's heated faces as they try to keep their eyes from wandering. Michael seems to be doing a better job than them and Sam finally wrenches from his brother's grasp.

"Hello," you say in a singsong manner, crossing your arms.

"Werewolf!" Sam exclaims.

You shake your head, "No, not a werewolf. I'm a skin-walker."

They stare at you blankly.

Laughing, you step towards them. They step back as you do so.

"Not very educated on your supernatural species, I see."

"Stay back," Michael demands again.

You roll your eyes, "Mikey, I don't think you're in any position to order me around."

"Last I checked, we have all the weapons," Edgar remarks in his gruff voice.

You sneer, "Those weapons don't work on me, boy."

They share a frightened look.

"I'm feeling generous today," you drawl, "So, I'll make you a deal."

"Deal?" Michael echoes sarcastically.

"Yes. Take Laddie, take Star, but leave my boys alone."

You never liked Star anyways: her priorities were never in line with the coven's and she would pick Michael over them anytime. Laddie was fine, but Star wouldn't leave without him and Laddie would never leave Star.

"We need to kill the head vampire to change back," Michael states.

"Yeah," Sam adds. "I can't live with a blood-sucking brother the rest of my life!"

A sly smile forms on your lips, "Kill the head then."

"You just said we couldn't hurt 'your' boys," Edgar accuses.

"Yes, I did."

They look confused.

Another sharp laugh from your mouth, "You probably think David is the head, don't you? Oh, how misguided you sweet little things are."

Edgar and Allan bristle at being called sweet and little.

"I'll make a pact with you: you leave my boys alone, and I'll tell you who the head vampire is."

"How can we trust you?"

You flash your teeth at the youngest Emerson child, "Look at it this way, I could just kill you all here and now."

His face pales and Michael growls at the threat.

"Make the deal, and you walk out of here. Stay, and the boys get an unexpected feast. By the way, a howl from me will have my boys awake in a second. And, they don't take well to intruders."

"They can't come out here, it's light out," Sam points out.

"I know that, but man do they love a show. Especially the bloody ones," again, you flash them your pearly whites. "You have five seconds. One, two, three-"

"Fine!" Michael yells out.

You smile, "Good."

Walking to the coffee table, you grab some paper and a small knife.

"What's that for?"

"Our pact. It isn't binding unless it's written in blood," you grin at their horrified expressions. "Relax. Just a pinprick of blood from both parties and the deal is done."

You stab your finger and smear the blood on the paper before handing it to Michael. He takes it hesitantly and follows your example.

As he finishes, you smile.

"His name is Max. He owns a video store by the boardwalk. I believe he has grown quite close to your mother."

"Liar!"

You snarl at the insult, fixing a cold stare upon Sam, "I do not lie."

"We tested him and he's normal!"

"He has ways of deceiving people. Trust me," you glance at the cave entrance to see it darkening. "Leave now. And, I don't want to see you around here ever again."

They share a look and depart quickly.

Not even a 'thank you'.

You sigh and settle down on your blanket. You're gonna have a lot of explaining to do when the boys wake up.

A low cat call wakes you from the bliss of sleep. You open your eyes to see Paul smirking down at you.

"Heya, babe," he grins.

You grumble, realizing that you forgot to change form before falling asleep.

"I have news for you boys," you say before snatching a shirt from Dwayne's hands. He looks at you with a smile, as if he knew you'd do that. You're always stealing his large, warm shirts.

"Someone," you say, referring to yourself, "Has been busy all day while you were safely tucked away in the darkness of sleep."

"What'd you do?" Marko asks, tilting his head adorably.

David makes his way over so that the boys stand in front of you.

You relay the story back to them, finishing with, "You're welcome for saving your asses."

David doesn't look too pleased, "You snitched on Max?"

His growl would have terrified lesser beings, but it does not affect you, although you feel sad that he is upset.

"It was him or you. Face it, you've never liked him anyways," you reason.

Quick as a flash, he presses his hand around your throat, claws out. The other boys hardly dare to breathe as they observe.

"Da-"

"Quiet!"

You stare down the temperamental vampire, your own rage growing by the minute.

"I protected you, David. They would have killed you. I saw it in their hearts." Your voice is as cold as the stone surrounding you.

He hesitates, his grip relaxing.

"What about Star and Laddie? Why didn't you protect them?!"

"They were weaknesses. Star betrayed you and Laddie would do anything for her. They're not dead: Michael wouldn't let the Frogs or his brother hurt them." You pause, smiling a bit, "We all know they would haven't have made good additions anyways."

With that, David releases you, shoving you back. You are pushed into Paul and Marko's arms as David storms off.

"A simply 'thank you' would be nice!" You call after him. He ignores you.

You shrug, "Well, boys, looks like Dav's in a mood."

Paul laughs, "Yeah."

"Thanks, sweets," Dwayne says, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

Marko echoes the sentiment.

David doesn't stay mad at you for long. He even apologizes and gives you a gift to make up for it.

The gift being a leather choker with silver spikes all around it. Needless to say, you love it.

#80s movies #the lost boys #polyamarous #marko #david #dwanye #paul #xreader #reader insert #female reader #skinwalker #shapeshifter #michael #frogs

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majwrites · 3 years

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Chris

Chris LaSalle x platonic Reader

Spoiler Warning: major spoilers for season 6 of NCIS New Orleans

Warnings: grieving, mentions of violence, being drunk, a break up, not eating, sugar rush, nightmares, crying, reader not getting out of bed for several days

Summary: Reader doesn't know how to deal with the death of their father figure LaSalle, this is basically pure angst. Flashbacks are cursive.

"Chris, why am I in an interrogation room?", you were starting to panic. "Don't worry, (Y/N). I just want to talk and here no one is going to interrupt us". You expected a lecture on respect and behavior or something along those lines. Pride had already majorly chewed you out and you knew you shouldn't have lost your temper like this but here you were. "I promise, I'm not mad about what happened at the academy. I'm just worried about you and I don't want them to kick you out", LaSalle always knew how to approach you. He had learned from years of dealing with his brother that he shouldn't upset people in already difficult situations any further. You stayed silent. It was hard to put the things that had happened into words. "Alright, we'll try something different. Did someone at the academy treat you in an unfair way?" You nodded your head. "Did they say something rude?" Another nod. "(Y/N), you'll have to be completely honest with me now, even if it's uncomfortable. Did they physically attack you?" You looked past Chris at the wall and then the words just started spilling out of your mouth: "They beat me up every day and I tried to ignore them and look like I don't care and I thought they'd stop...and I'm just good at dodging punches so I protected my face to not get any visible bruises...but there are three of them and I'm alone and I didn't know who to talk to, and I tried to tell Pride about it but he was pissed at me because he had already gotten the complaint about my absence and it's impossible to properly talk to him when he's mad so I just hid at that gas station til you dragged me back here". You were out of breath and on the verge of completely breaking down. Lasalle grew increasingly angry at the people who did this to you. He tried to contain himself to speak to you in a softer tone: "None of this is your fault, kid. I'm taking care of this, we'll get these guys expelled and I'll make sure you can go back to the academy and finish your training". You calmed down a little bit and tried to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. You looked at LaSalle: "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Thank you". He walked around the interrogation table and held out his hand for you: "Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You need a break".

You hadn't left your apartment in three days, out of all members of the team you'd been the only one to take your special vacation. You didn't bother to get out of bed and you couldn't care less about the state you were in. You weren't sure if you had really processed the news yet. The days went by in a haze.

"Hey, kid! Wait a minute!", LaSalle came running after you. You stopped in your tracks. "What is it?" "I have something for you", he was clearly holding something behind his back. "Show me", you demanded. "Close your eyes", he looked at you mischievously. "Chris, I'm not a child", but you did as you were told anyway. "Now hold out your hands for me", you did and LaSalle dropped something into your hands. "You can open your eyes now". You opened your eyes and looked at the thing: "Oh my God is this…", you couldn't even finish your sentence. "It's your very own NCIS badge. From now on you're NCIS agent (Y/N) (L/N)". You looked at the badge in your hands for a moment and then clipped it onto your belt. LaSalle looked at you like a proud father.

You woke up in cold sweat from a dream that you couldn't quite place in the timeline yet. The moment you realised that you were indeed awake on this day in this time and he wouldn't be there at the office and he never would be anywhere again you broke down again. There were only so many tears someone could cry and you definitely weren't done crying yet so you just curled up into a ball to cry some more.

"What is it, King?", Chris was on the phone with Pride. "It's about (Y/N), they're drunk and I need you to come here and get them home", Pride sounded concerned. "Did something happen to them?", Chris started to worry. "They won't talk to me and they were already drunk when they got here. Something is clearly wrong". "Alright, please keep an eye on them. I'm on my way", with that LaSalle hung up and started making his way to the bar. When he arrived he saw you sitting there slowly drinking a cup of water which Pride had given you earlier. LaSalle approached you: "Hey, kid. Would you like to go home?" You stared at him in confusion before nodding slowly. You stood up and held onto his sleeve for support. LaSalle lead you to his car and helped you sit down in the passenger seat. He even secured your seat belt. He had never seen you this drunk before. Chris waited a minute before he started driving: "Do you want to tell me what happened?". You said nothing for a while, then tears started welling up in your eyes: "Jo broke up with me". You sounded distressed. "Oh, (Y/N). I'm so sorry", Chris leaned over the console and pulled you into a hug. You continued talking: "They said that I'm too damaged to be in a relationship...they said I'm broken and that they're not willing to help me". You started sobbing louder this time. Chris still held you. You continued: "They said there's probably no one in this world who could ever fix me". "None of this is true", Chris tried to soothe, "You're not broken. You just went through some rough times and we're all here to help you through them". You both sat in his car like that for a while before starting to drive.

You didn't know what to do except for keeping on to rot away in your room. The only thing that usually came to your mind in a situation like this was calling LaSalle, but in a fit of anger yesterday when it settled in that you could never call him again you had thrown your phone at the wall. It was still intact thanks to the outdoor phone case and screen protector but you were unwilling to retrieve it from the ground. You wouldn't know who to call for help anyways.

This case was a rather difficult one but you were on the verge of solving it. All it had taken were a few sleepless nights, a few more cups of caffeinated drinks and a sugar rush. But profiling was one of your specialities and this guy had a lot to be profiled about him. You presented your profile to your team, they compared it to their evidence, they found the guy because Patton is the best at locating people and so the bad guy went to prison and all of you could finally go home and sleep. If it wouldn't be for your sugar rush. Everyone looked very tired, but you were still bouncing around the office because you somehow needed to get rid of your energy. "Don't you want to go home, (Y/N)?", it was LaSalle who was the last one about to leave. "I'd love to go home but I kind of had an unhealthy amount of fruit loops and Caf-Pow", you were still pacing around in the office. "Do you want me to walk you home? Maybe that'll get the sugar out of your system", and that's how you ended up on a 30 minute walk through New Orleans to your apartment with LaSalle who later took a taxi back home.

"Dwayne, we can't just sit around and do nothing about this", Loretta knew she couldn't get upset with Pride now. He was suffering too, but that didn't excuse letting one of his agents down like this. "What do you want me to do? They've taken personal days off. I tried calling them and they didn't answer so they're probably not willing to talk", he really didn't deal with the situation that well. "Maybe it's for the better if you keep everything in order here. I will go to their apartment and check up on them", and Loretta went on her way.

You were hiding under your blanket feeling mostly numb now when suddenly there was a knock on your door. You couldn't find your will to get up, so you waited. The person would eventually go away and figure that you weren't home. To your surprise that didn't happen. Someone started unlocking your door which further confused you because only one person had a spare key to your apartment. And his death was the very reason you ended up like this.

"(Y/N), are you here? It's Loretta!", she looked around your living room to see that everything was a big mess. You didn't find your will to answer. "I'm coming inside now, I'll find you if you're somewhere in here!", Loretta knew better than to startle you. When she reached your bedroom she saw you on your bed and came closer. "Hey, how are you holding up", she knew that you were barely holding up at all but she needed to get you to talk. "I don't know", you stared blankly at her. At least you were answering. "Do you want me to let in some fresh air? It smells like your window hasn't been opened for days". You nodded. Loretta opened a window. Then she sat down next to you on your bed. "We've been worried about you. Don't you want to get out of bed and take a shower? I'll try and find something to eat for you", Loretta knew exactly what to do in situations like this, she had been working with a bunch of very stubborn and very sad people for a long time now. "I don't want to shower", you answered flatly. "That's okay, would you like to change into other clothes?", Loretta had noticed that you haven't even done that after coming back home days ago, and besides that she had also smelled it. You nodded. You got up and leaned against your wall. Loretta started picking out a fresh set of clothes, a washcloth and a towel from your wardrobe. Maybe that would get you to at least wash your face. She placed everything on the shelf in your bathroom and made her way to the kitchen.

A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen in fresh, comfortable clothes and a bit cleaner than before. You sat down at the table and Loretta handed over a cup of tea. You took a sip. You didn't know what to say. You looked down at the table. "You need to talk about this, (Y/N). The situation is difficult for all of us, but we can help each other with getting through it", Loretta didn't want to pressure you to talk, but she had to get at least some information in order to help you. You sat in silence for a longer while. You suddenly started talking: "I just don't know what to do without him, nothing makes sense anymore". Once again tears started flowing and by now you didn't care anymore. Loretta was out of good advice so she gently pulled you into a hug. You kept rambling on: "He was the one getting me off the street and the one who got me into the academy and inspired me to join NCIS. Chris helped me through all the trouble I got myself into. Loretta, I've got no one else. There used to be no one until Chris appeared and no it's going to be just like that again...and it's all just so unfair, he didn't deserve all the pain and he must've been so scared and now he's dead and there's nothing we could've done to prevent it". Loretta didn't know what to say so she just held you closer. You tried to calm down.

It hadn't sunken in yet that from now on you' d have a purpose and a goal. Chris had managed to get you a place at the Police Academy by adding a reference to your application. You'd try your best to make LaSalle proud and become a good cop. If someone would've told you a few months ago that you were going to get a higher education or a stable job offer you would've probably laughed, but here you were now with an actual future ahead of you. LaSalle reentered the kitchen with two cups of orange juice and handed one of them to you. You looked at him for a second before saying: "Don't worry Chris, I'll try my best to make you proud". He just smiled and said: "I know you will, kid".

About an hour, two cups of tea and a bowl of dry fruit loops later you were in a state of mind that Loretta felt it would be safe to leave you alone in. You had decided to sit this case out and you'd come back once you felt capable of doing so. Loretta stayed a while longer before she had to leave and she promised you to call later. When she made her way out of your door she looked back at you: "Christopher is proud of you, (Y/N). And I know you will continue making him proud in the future".

And she was right, you had a bright future ahead of you and you'd do anything to make it a future that Chris LaSalle would be happy about.

#ncis new orleans #ncis #chris lasalle #chris lasalle x reader #chris lasalle x reader platonic #ncis new orleans imagine #gender neutral reader #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert #angst #christopher lasalle

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laddieseddiemunster · 3 years

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Hi! Could I request something along the lines of a Dwayne and Laddie fic. It goes something like this: Laddie teases and annoys Dwayne while they’re at the boardwalk and Dwayne has enough of it whne they get to the cave so he tickle punishes Laddie? I love them so much i wish there was more scenes of them in the movie.

awh I love this! i had so much fun writing this! i hope you don’t mind that i added my own little twist to it. also if you’re the same anon that gave me like twelve different asks, thank you so much! I’m really excited to start writing them! by the way i didn’t put ‘dwayne x laddie’ cause that’s more like a ship and this is just a platonic friendship fic. just wanted to make that clear.

Dwayne & Laddie Tickle Punishment

as dwayne took on the brotherly/father role for laddie he became pretty good at taking care of the boy. the only thing he wasn’t good at was punishing laddie. he never really knew the good way to punish laddie in a way where the kid would listen and never do it again. surprisingly, laddie is a cheeky little kid. he doesn’t want to follow the few rules that dwayne sets for him especially when he sees the other boys do whatever they want. he just wishes he wasn’t ‘too young’ to do some things he wants to do.

dwayne’s usual punishments are not taking laddie to get ice cream or he can’t go on any rides. he refuses to yell at laddie since the one time the boy accidently got paint on marko’s jacket and marko yelled at him and told him to get out of his sight. poor laddie ran out of the room crying and marko felt super bad. marko apologized but ever since then dwayne swore to never yell at laddie.

all the boys have their different punishments for laddie. david will either ignore him or he’ll use some mind tricks to scare the kid. he wants laddie to know that it’s not good to mess with him. paul doesn’t usually punish laddie. paul always does whatever he wants, so he doesn’t really care if laddie does something that he shouldn’t do. the only time paul will punish laddie is if the boy makes fun of him, and if he does paul will use marko’s tactic. a tickle attack. ever since marko yelled at laddie he decided to go with an easy and more fun punishment. well, it’s not so fun for laddie. paul will tickle laddie anytime he wants to, but if it’s for a punishment then paul won’t stop until he hears laddie begging him to stop. dwayne had never really thought about using tickling against laddie, until now.

laddie had been getting under dwayne’s skin all day. first, he ran off a couple times leaving dwayne worried, and looking everywhere for him. second, a pretty girl was talking to dwayne and laddie walked over and said “dad who’s this?” while hugging dwayne’s torso. the girl gave a confusing look and left. dwayne looked down at laddie giving him a dirty look while laddie had a cheeky smile on his face. he knew what he was doing. he was testing dwayne’s patience. the last a final straw was when laddie took dwayne’s wallet. he hadn’t even realized until he was paying for laddie’s ice cream and there was no wallet in any of his pockets. then laddie called out to him and showed him that he had the wallet in his hands, but before dwayne could grab it laddie ran as fast as he could leaving dwayne without any money. dwayne had to cancel the order and go look for laddie. when he found laddie he demanded that he gave him his wallet back. laddie did but one problem: there was no money in it.

“where’s my money?” dwayne asked and laddie showed him that he already spent it on some candy. now that was it. dwayne had enough.

“what’s your problem kiddo? you’ve been doing this all day!” dwayne asked him but laddie just shrugged his shoulders with a small smirk on his face. unfortunately for laddie, dwayne saw the smirk. and then it clicked. laddie had been testing his patience all day.

dwayne dragged laddie off the boardwalk and back to his motorcycle. there’s no way laddie was getting out of this one. as dwayne helped the boy onto his motorcycle he told him, “i’m going to teach you a lesson not to mess with me kiddo, and you’re going to learn your lesson if it’s the last thing you do.”

for the first time ever dwayne made laddie a little nervous. but, dwayne couldn’t do anything too bad right? laddie held onto dwayne tightly as he drove back to the cave faster than usual. when they got to the cave dwayne stopped his motorcycle, but instead of getting off he turned to look at laddie. “you were testing me on purpose today, weren’t you?”

laddie’s cheeky smile came back. “m-maybe...” he said softly.

dwayne looked down for a moment, and then he grew a cheeky smile. “alright, i’ll give you a running start.” he said which confused laddie. “if you can find a hiding spot in one minute, and i can’t find you within five, then you’re punishment won’t be as bad.”

laddie gave a puzzled look. “what’s my...punishment?”

dwayne chuckled. “you’ll find out. 59...58...57,”

laddie’s heart raced and he jumped off dwayne’s motorcycle and ran into the cave as fast as he could. he only has one minute to hide but dwayne have five minutes to find him? that doesn’t seem fair! but none of that will matter if he doesn’t find a spot quick. he decided to hide in one of the caboards that no one uses. he’s the only one that’d be able to fit in there, but he had no time to choose a fancy spot. still a little confused on what his actual punishment was laddie closed the cabinet door as quietly as he could and waited.

soon the minute was up and laddie heard footsteps enter the cave. laddie knew that dwayne would find him sooner or later. he could probably see his footprints in the dirt leading to the cabinet, or worse he could track his scent from the air.

“come on out laddie,” dwayne’s voice gave laddie the chills. he voice sounded so close yet his footsteps sounded so far. “i’m not going to hurt you.”

laddie knew that dwayne would never hurt him, but what on earth was this punishment? what happens when he gets found? laddie hugged his knees tightly against his stomach praying that dwayne wouldn’t find him.

“i know you’re around here somewhere kiddo,” laddie shivered. he sounded so close to where he was hiding. “you can’t hide forever.”

dwayne was a good hider but he was a heck of a lot better at seeking. laddie didn’t have a watch so he couldn’t tell if it had been five minutes or not. he heard the footsteps slowly fade away and laddie let out a quiet sigh he had been holding in. but even a quiet sigh could be too loud.

“found you!” laddie shrieked as the cabinet doors flew open and there was dwayne with a big smirk on his face. “it’s only been three minutes kiddo.” oh no. he’s dead.

dwayne picked up laddie and threw him over his shoulder. “what’s my punishment?” laddie asked with a slight stutter.

“you’ll see,” dwayne laid the boy on the couch and sat on top of his legs so laddie couldn’t move much. as dwayne took both of the boy’s arms and pinned them over his head he suddenly realized what was going to happen.

laddie’s eyes widened with fear. dwayne never did this. only paul and marko did. the poor kid begged and pleaded for dwayne not to do what was about to happen, but dwayne just smiled. “you asked for this laddie.”

dwayne let go of the boy’s arms that he had pinned, and grabbed laddie’s sides and started to squeeze and scribble all over them. laddie immediately burst into giggles and tried to block dwayne’s hands but it was no use. he had much bigger hands and was way stronger. dwayne watched as the boy squirmed more and more as he tickled him faster. soon laddie’s giggles turned into full on laughs and squeaks.

“stop!” laddie pleaded through laughs but dwayne ignored him. he wasn’t finished with him yet. dwayne dug his fingers into laddie’s rib cage making the poor kid thrash and laugh even harder.

dwayne watched as laddie told him to stop in between laughs. the ten-year-old had a bright smile on his face yet he wanted the tickling to stop. “this is why you shouldn’t test me kiddo.” dwayne smirked as he scribbled over laddie’s tummy.

after about half a minute longer he gave the kid a break. after all, he doesn’t want laddie to pass out on him. dwayne left his hands on laddie’s rib cage and tapped with each finger softly making the boy giggle. “are you ready to apologize?”

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry! just please let me go!” laddie said as he caught his breath.

“sorry for what?” dwayne asked with a mischievous smile.

“i’m sorry for bugging you today! i’m sorry i ran away from you when i wasn’t supposed to! i’m sorry i bothered you and that girl! i’m sorry i took your wallet and spent your money! i will never do it again! just please don’t tickle me!” laddie pleaded while panting.

“hmm...” dwayne thought for a moment. “i don’t believe you!”

laddie shrieked as dwayne grabbed his sides but he didn’t tickle him, he just held him down. now it was dwayne’s turn to trick laddie.

“you’re mean,” laddie giggled.

“i’m what?! what did you call me?!” laddie’s eyes widened again as he saw the mischievous look in dwayne’s eyes. laddie now regretted even opening his mouth. “now you’re gonna get it little man!”

laddie was thrown into another fit of giggles, and now he knew not to mess with wrath of dwayne ever again.

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I’ve seen that face before (Poly! Lost Boys x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Warning: Cursing, description of fever dreams, and sappy feelings

I was Inspired by the song “I’ve Seen That Face Before” by Grace Jones. So I recommend listening to it to kind of get the feel.

Authors note: I might make a part two, depending on how this goes.

The moment you got out of High school, you immediately moved away from your old town. For you, it was a fresh start. There were no High school bullies to follow you to Santa Carla. In fact, the only thing that followed you to Santa Carla were your dreams. It was the same dream, over and over again. It was always the dreams about those boys around a campfire.

When they started, you didn’t exactly know. It became a regular thing by the time you hit Highschool. The dreams started out with you just seeing these four guys. Sometimes they were far away ,like you were in a tree, and sometimes they were close up. They never really looked at you. It was almost like they couldn’t see you at all. With that advantage, you admired them. You took in their features, their height, and even admired their clothes. Each one of them was beautifully unique. One time, after you observed their faces, you spoke to them and that’s when they started looking at you.

At first they were shocked. When you noticed their confusion you simply stated, “Wow, leave it to my brain to make four different guys and make them all confused.”

They all looked at each other with confusion. At that point you decided to wake up. The next night was no different except for them asking simple questions. It was mainly the platinum blonde one who seemed kind of menacing.

After that, they always spoke to you. They never said their names, they never said where they were from, and they never really told you anything. You never asked them about it because you simply assumed they were figments of your imagination. When you got older the boys began to become a little antsy with you. They wanted to know if you were real. That’s when you realized something was up with your dreams. You scoffed at the comment and said that you were real, then you asked them the same thing. They all said they were real too. In a spur of the moment, you touched one of them. He was the tall blonde that always made you laugh. It was a simple touch to the chest to double check that your hand wouldn’t fly through his chest. When it landed firmly on him, you woke up in fright. That was when you knew that you needed to find them.

Quickly, you tried your best to recall everything in the dreams to figure out if you knew where they were. You avoided sleep for a couple of days trying to figure out any sort of clues. When no such clue was found, you made the decision to ask them the next time you fell asleep. When you saw them in your dream that was the first question you asked them. The platinum blonde and the serious one shared a look with each other before the serious one spoke, “You can’t see where we’re at?” He looked almost hurt saying it.

“I can see all of you around a campfire. It’s nothing special.”

That took them by surprise. You noticed the smaller one began chewing his nail like he usually did when he was lost in thought. No one spoke for a couple of minutes until the platinum blonde blurted out, “Come find us in Santa Carla, California.” With those words, you woke up and didn’t speak to them again.

Once he said their location you weren’t able to see them like how you used to. Instead you got little glimpses of what they did in their lives. Sometimes it was them at a board walk or on a beach. Occasionally you would see them on their motor bikes like they were running away from a crime. That’s when you decided that you would move to Santa Carla and find them.

That’s where you’re at now. In the doorway of your new home. It wasn’t too big or too small for you. It was your home and that’s all that mattered. Your parents bought the house for you as a graduation gift so you didn’t really need to worry about much. After about a week of being there, your house was decent looking. You still had some boxes but, those could be dealt with later. Now it was sunset and you wanted to see if you could find your mystery boys.

You put on some jeans, a t-shirt, and your sneakers before you grabbed an old coat. There was nothing fancy about the way you looked but you still wanted to look decent for them. You got in your car and began driving towards the famous boardwalk. While driving, you pondered for a moment. What if they weren’t real? That would mean that the main reason for this move was pointless.

You shook your head at those negative thoughts. Those dreams meant something and you were going to find out what. After a couple of minutes you pulled into a parking garage that was a five minutes walk from the boardwalk. You exited your car and locked it and began your walk to the boardwalk. The whole way there, you had butterflies in your chest. You almost turned around because your nerves were so high. Before you could even think about leaving for the thousandth time, you realized you were at the entrance of the boardwalk. You couldn’t turn back now. The sun was still setting so you began your search.

You looked for what felt like hours. You had peered at the lines of people, looked at people sitting around, and occasionally looked in an ally. Yet, you didn’t find them. It was dark and the moon was high in the sky when you found a little perch. Most of the people in the area were either smoking, finding a date, showing off their bikes, or just talking on the little concrete ledges. You found a little spot that had no one sitting in it. So, you went and sat on it. You swung your legs over the edge and leaned on the stone pillar. The coolness of it felt warm on your cheeks.

You closed your eyes and sighed. You still had the rest of the night to find them but, you didn’t want to find them too late into the night. When you opened your eyes, you noticed the beautiful view of the boardwalk. You could see a lot of people from up there. Your eyes lazily looked over the sea of people before you noticed them. The beautiful boys from your dream.

Strange, I’ve seen that face before

Your eyes widened and you gasped at the sight of the four of them. There they were! In the flesh!

“Holy shit...Holy shit!” You said to yourself as your hand flew up to your mouth. They were real! And they were right there on their bikes!

Your heart fluttered at the sight of them together. You looked over their faces and you knew that it was fate that brought you here. Carefully, you scooted closer to the edge to try and get a better look. They looked exactly the same as they had for the past couple of years. Yet, you were the only one that aged.

You pushed that thought aside as you kept admiring their faces. The small one was biting his thumb, the funny blonde was gently patting a rhythm on his thighs, the serious one was glaring out at the sea of people, and the platinum one was smoking a cigarette. Your eyes locked onto the platinum blonde. He looked lost in thought. Almost like he was debating something.

You wanted them to see you but, you were too nervous to do anything.

“I’m all the way over here, if I wasn’t so chicken I’d go to you” you thought to yourself as you rested your cheek on the pillar again.

As soon as your thought ended, the platinum one looked up in your general direction. It took him five seconds before his eyes met yours. When he registered who you were, he smirked. He slapped the serious one on the arm and gestured towards you. The other two boys noticed and looked up as well. They had seen you. The funny blonde had a huge smile on his face and it made you have a small smile.

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Hi! Poly!Lost Boys once again but this time taking care of a sick Reader? I know this prompt is incredibly common but I just love this sort of fluff <3

Hi Angel, sorry this took forever! I started back at college again and it just took up my time

I hope you enjoy!

As I lay

(Poly! lost boys x GN! Reader)

You found out that your coworker had gotten sick and that must’ve been how you had gotten sick as well. The doctor said it was just an upper respiratory infection but you swore it was so much more than that. It felt like any moment you were going to pass out.

However, you had a date with the boys and you really didn’t want to cancel it. You never liked cancelling plans when it came to them. But, if you were feeling as poorly as you were, you did not want to leave your house.

One thing you so tragically forgot to do when you got home was call them. Instead, you passed out on your living room couch.

The boys had waited at the boardwalk for 30 minutes before worry clouded their minds. You were almost never late to dates unless your shift held over. When 30 minutes turned into an hour, David decided that they needed to go to your place to make sure nothing bad had happened

When they got there, they noticed there were no lights on but your car was in the driveway. They parked their bikes behind your car and walked to the front of the house to try and look through your windows. Because it was so dark, they couldn’t see anything at all and that only increased their worry.

So, they fiddled around your front porch until they found your spare key and made haste with the door. When they entered your house, you immediately woke up and screamed. They were quick to calm you down and assure you that they were not going to harm you.

When you calmed down, you explained to them that you had gotten sick and forgot to call them. They were extremely understanding.

However, hearing that you were sick did not escape them so quickly.

Dwayne immediately suggested that you should change clothes and go lay down in your bedroom while Marko and Paul offered to go out to the local pharmacy to get you whatever you needed.

Before you could answer them, David sent them off with a spoken list of things to get. When they left he nodded at Dwayne before stalking off to the other part of your house.

Dwayne gently scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. He let you dress yourself before he coaxed you into your bed. You didn’t expect to fall asleep as soon as you did. But when you woke up, later, you were met with a welcomed sight.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Dwayne asked, moving his hand to touch your forehead. His hand was cold against your burning skin. It felt good.

“I feel like shit.” you said, looking up at him, “But I’m glad you guys are here.” Dwayne hummed and moved his hand away.

“Where's David?” you asked.

“He’s shifting around your kitchen to see what things you have.” Dwayne answered, gently running his fingers through your hair.

“We brought you some things so you can get better.” Marko quipped from the end of your bed

“Yeah, we didn’t know what to get you so we got just about everything.” Paul added, while walking into your room. He went and plopped himself down in your bean bag chair with something in his hands.

You didn’t bother to ask what it was and instead you stretched out your aching body. You felt slightly better after sleeping some of the ick off.

“Okay, so, they should take two of these, one of these, and then they should sleep some more and when they wake up, they have to eat.” David announced to the boys with some bottles in his hands. You opened your eyes to peer at him. He looked up at your sickly figure.

“I hope you feel better than you look.” David quickly said with a grin before tossing the pill bottles to Dwayne. He caught them and quickly opened them.

“Wow, David, I’m so happy to see you too.” you replied with a smile. Dwayne nudged your hand to give you the antibiotics. “I don’t have a cup of anything to swallow.” you mentioned.

“Oh, you can use my flask.” Paul said, nonchalantly.

“You can’t take pills with alcohol.” Dwayne said, giving Paul a nasty look.

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Okay, so, here are two more that I cleaned up

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Paul simps come get y’all juice, I cleaned up another one

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fallingstarnovel · 3 years

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Chapter Two

content warning: alcohol, binge drinking

That was how Evan ended up standing in front of a huge house in a part of the city that he had never visited before with an unopened bottle of vodka in his hand. It was getting dark out – midwinter was coming fast, turning the air frosty and driving everyone indoors. At least it would be warm inside the house.

Evan took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. A puff of vapour clouded the air before him.

This was fine. It was fine. It was a party. He was supposed to be here – he had been invited. There was no need to be anxious. It wasn't going to be like it was back then.

He could hear loud music pumping from inside the house, and spilling from between the curtains of the house was dim purple light.

God, who was he kidding. He couldn't do this.

As Evan turned around to leave, someone opened the door from the inside.

"Oh, shit, there's someone here. Sorry, were you waiting to be let in?"

Evan looked up at the tall student who just stumbled outside. "Um. Yeah. My friend is inside. She–"

"Go ahead," the student said, holding the door open and gesturing to go inside. Evan nodded in thanks, before stumbling into the house.

Immediately, he was surrounded by people. The house was crammed wall to wall with students in various stages of inebriation, all chattering away at the top of their lungs as the hypnotic electro music filled the space between them. Evan found a pile of coats in the hallway and dropped his on top. He hoped it wouldn't get lost or stolen before he left.

"Excuse me," he said, edging his way past a group of girls in short dresses who gave him judgemental looks. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry–"

He couldn't find Aliya anywhere. She wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. Evan poked his head behind every door, but all he kept finding were more guests crammed into unlikely places like sardines in a tin can. He recognised one or two from around campus, but some of these people seemed slightly too old to be students. Was this really a university party? Did these people all know each other?

Evan saw someone who looked like they were slightly in charge, maybe, and tapped them on the shoulder. They turned around with an unfocused look, hair in messy tumble around their head.

"What's up? Didn't Fae get you it? Oh, shit, where did you get the vodka?"

Evan blinked. This person sure was saying words at him. "What?"

The person squinted at him. "Didn't you just ask me for a kitchen towel?"

"No, I just got here," Evan said. "But thanks. Um. I'm looking for Aliya, do you know where she is?"

That got him a blank look. "Who?"

"Aliya! Aliya, you know, she does Astro with me. Uh." The blank look still persisted on the person's face. "She came here with volleyball? No, wait, I mean, netball? I think?"

The person looked vaguely less blank. "Oh, wait, the netball bitches. I love those girls, they make me feel like I'm some kind of insect. My name's Rock by the way."

"Oh," said Evan, who didn't know why that was relevant. "That's a cool name. Like Dwayne Jo–"

"Not like Dwayne fucking Johnson," Rock replied with a scowl. "I hate that guy."

"Oh. Sorry."

Rock just nodded, before tapping a person on the shoulder seemingly at random. "Is Becca around?"

"In the garden," the girl replied, "probably? Unless she left."

They were both yelling at full volume. Evan winced. His ears were already ringing.

Rock led him through sweaty crowds of people to the kitchen, and then out of a door into the garden. It wasn't much of a garden – more like a patch of concrete with a few bricks and weeds lying around, as if for decoration. There were more people out here, mostly smoking. Some of them looked like they were asleep. It was so cold out here – the girls were huddled up under big jackets that they had stolen from other people.

Wait a minute. Evan was pretty sure that was his coat. How did it get stolen so fast?!

"Aliya?" Evan called. Some people looked up, their eyes glazed over.

"Aliya bounced," someone said.

Evan's heart sank. "What?"

"Yeah, she dipped pretty quickly. Said she forgot about a deadline."

God damn it. Evan fought the urge to bang his head off the nearest wall. Why didn't she text him and say so? He could have escaped too!

"Right, thanks. I, uh–"

"Bro, no, you're not leaving yet, are you?" Rock said, giving him a betrayed look. "You just got here!"

Evan shrugged, plastering on a polite smile. "I don't really know anyone here–"

"Yet," Rock said firmly. "You don't know anyone yet. You know what they say about strangers? They're just friends you haven't made yet. Come on, live a little."

Personally, Evan thought Rock was slightly unhinged. He must have looked obviously uncomfortable, because Rock held out a hand and squeezed his shoulder.

"You don't go to a lot of parties, huh? It's cool. You can chill with me. Give it half an hour and see how you feel, yeah?"

Why was this person so eager to see a complete stranger join the party? Evan considered saying no and leaving anyway, but then again...

Evan wasn't a coward. He would give it half an hour and see if he made any friends. And if not, he could always leave.

"Sounds good," he said.

Rock cheered. A bunch of other people in the garden cheered too, though Evan doubted they knew what they were cheering for. "Alright! We got another one! Come on, pal, let's get you a drink!'

Half an hour later and after a couple of drinks, Evan somehow found himself watching Rock pour out a tray full of shots in the kitchen.

Several people wandered over in interest, lured by the idea of free alcohol like they were cats who just heard the tin of tuna being opened. "Who's down?" Rock said.

A few people came forward. Evan watched as a girl slung herself over Rock's shoulders with a bored expression. She had long, long straight black hair, like an oil slick that ran down her back, and she was either exceptionally tall or she was wearing huge platform boots. Maybe both. Evan thought it was both. "I will."

"Evan?" Rock said. "You want one? It's okay if you don't, I know shots are a little much..."

"I can do shots," Evan said without meaning to. Oh, shit. Was he trying to impress the hot goth girl? He kind of was. "Uh, if that's cool."

Rock's smile widened. "If you're sure you can handle it. Are you a lightweight, Evan? Because if so, I'm not going to be the one cleaning up your puke afterwards."

Evan smiled. "Ah, I don't know. Maybe. I'll try to keep it inside."

"Attaboy, big guy! That's what I like to hear!"

Soon, everyone around him had a shot in their hand. Evan had no idea what the liquid was. He tried to sniff it, but then Rock was counting down, and everyone was lifting their shot glasses up and drinking.

People winced and made appropriate noises as the burn hit. Rock blinked away his tears with a grin, before watching Evan drink with interest.

Evan calmly put down the shot. After seeing everyone else's reaction, he quickly pretended to gasp. "Oh, wow, the burn, wow..."

Rock's eyes flickered over the glass. It was empty. "Have you done that before?"

Evan shrugged, waving him away. "Once or twice."

Hot Goth Girl finally seemed to notice him. She stared him down, before slowly smiling at him, her black painted mouth in a closed-lip smirk. It was kind of terrifying.

"Hey Rock," she said, keeping her eyes on Evan. "Who's this?"

"I'm Evan," said Evan, before holding out a sweaty hand. She stared at it, and he immediately dropped it. "Haha, what, I don't know why I did that. Nice to meet you."

"I've seen you around," she said.

It sounded like an accusation. Evan wilted – before perking up. Wait, didn't this mean she remembered him? She had noticed him before! This was good, right? He nodded eagerly. "You recognise me? I'm sorry, I don't think I've seen you around, otherwise I would have remembered – I mean, you're very recognisable, haha, there's not a lot of people around here who dress so, like..."

He trailed off, feeling awkward. Hot Goth Girl glared at him.

"Like what?"

Evan blinked. She was wearing black lipstick and huge eyeliner, like two bat wings painted on her face. Most people around here weren't so brave.

"Um... so, um... alternatively."

Her eyes narrowed. Slowly, she grinned. "Where did you find this guy, Rock?"

"Aliya likes him," Rock laughed, before holding up the bottle. "Let's do round two," they hollered, and the night took a downward turn from there.

Coming to this party was such a bad idea.

When Evan woke up in the morning, he was very confused.

He had a vague memory of someone carrying him home. And holding someone's hand. And...

He groaned with embarrassment and rolled over to bury his head in his pillow to try and suffocate himself. When that didn't work, he rolled onto his back and massaged his forehead.

It felt like something had crawled into his mouth and died. He was so thirsty. But mostly he was mortified.

Ah, that poor person! Evan probably rambled on about weird depressing personal problems! He became one of those maudlin drunks who just starts crying about stuff! The person who carried him here must have been totally sick of his shit.

What an angel. Evan wished he could remember who they were.

He looked around for his phone, his bleary eyes cracking open. Whoever they were, they left a full glass of water on the desk. Evan jumped at it, drinking the whole thing in seconds.

It helped a little bit. But now he felt nauseous.

This sucked. Why did he do this.

Oh, shit, his phone and his wallet. Did he have them? He looked around in a panic. Were they in the jeans he wore? Where the fuck were his jeans?!

Slowly, he looked under his duvet and realised that he was still wearing them. Ah. Oops.

At least the person didn't undress him while he was drunk or unconscious. That would have been uncomfortable. In fact, he seemed in exceptionally good condition, considering he got black out drunk at a strangers house.

Aaaa god why did he do that!!! Why didn’t he slow down and drink some water!! This was so embarrassing, he could have done anything last night!!

... oh jesus fuck, why did his eyes hurt so much? They were so sore! It was like someone shone a supercharged torch in his eyes or made him stare into the god damn sun!! What happened last night?!

In his pocket, he found his wallet and phone, much to his relief. Evan quickly scrolled through his messages to see if he had sent anything weird to anyone.

Huh? Who the fuck were all these people he had added on Facebook? Why had he sent out so many friend requests?! He didn't recognise any of the names here at all!

He also saw a series of messages he sent to Aliya.

> you. are the qorst friend ever

> ┻┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵┻┻

i'm so sorry!! i'm really sorry!! oh i feel so bad, i thought i text you not to come anymore!! <

> ABANDONED me

> discarded me like an EMPTY CRISP PALKCET

> packet

... evan are you perhaps a little drunk? <

> everyone is very friendky. They keep handing me shots. These are my new friends now

> you're fired

no!!! 😭😭😭 <

don't fire me!!! i need someone to copy revision notes off!! <

> too late. now rock is my new fri be. Goodbye

> oh shit they’re doiign WEED in here

> Your missing otu on thrjelkc weeb

who's rock?? <

seriously though, be safe evan and have fun. if you need to call anyone, im up all night doing this assignment so just call me okay? x <

Just as he finished reading the texts, his phone buzzed in his hand. He nearly dropped it in shock. There was an unread text in his inbox from an unrecognised number.

How are you feeling? <

This was awkward. Clearly, this was a person Evan gave his number to last night. Unfortunately, he had no clue who they were, and now he felt too awkward to ask, since they clearly assumed he knew who it was.

> haha a little hungover!! oops

Was that too many exclamation marks? This mystery person would think he was a psycho.

The reply came soon.

Make sure you drink plenty of water. And eat something salty. <

Do you want me to bring anything? <

Seriously, who was this and why were they being so nice? Evan still felt a little awkward.

> i will :) and no thank you but that's so kind! how are you feeling?

I'm fine. I'm glad you're alright. <

...

This was too much to deal with. Evan decided not to answer. Hopefully, whoever this was would drop a clue at some point, or just leave him alone.

There weren't many people it could be. He had all his friends (haha, all his friends, as if he had more than three) saved as contacts. So this must be a stranger from the party.

A memory flashed into his head of the messy haired host – what was their name, Tree? Root? Boulder? – saying something stupid about all strangers being friends he hadn't made yet. It was probably them. They seemed overly familiar, so this lined up.

Ah, what the hell. This was a problem for future Evan.

He rolled himself into the shower without vomiting even a little bit, which he considered a huge achievement that should be celebrated with pizza for breakfast.

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apovanity87 · 4 years

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Meeting Dwayne {1/2}

A usual night on the boardwalk for you, consists of hanging out with your friends and having some fun. But tonight was different.

Unfortunately your mother was going to be out tonight so you had to bring your younger brother along with you, that or stay home.

There was no way you were going to stay home on a summer night, no way in hell.

You hate bringing your little brother along with you to events or hanging out with friends. He was embarrassing sometimes, but you love him.

As you are getting ready, you are soon interrupted by your little brother barging in unannounced.

“Y/N! Come on!” he says as he opens the door, still holding onto the doorknob.

“Hold on kid, jeez.” you say as you finish getting ready.

He runs downstairs, almost falling. You shortly follow behind him, making sure he doesn’t leave without you.

Your house isn’t far from the boardwalk, so you usually walk there, which you instantly regret as you hear your brother whine about walking.

“Why can’t you drive?” he says dragging out the ‘drive’.

“Because, we are really close to the boardwalk. Now come on.” you say as you drag him behind you.

(B/N) is a rowdy little boy. He always gets into trouble, like most little kids do. But he is something else.

As the two of you arrive to the entrance, (B/N) immediately started to try and run ahead of you but you grabbed him before he got to far.

You really don’t want you to get killed by your parents for losing him, or having him come home injured while he was out with you.

“Don’t you even think about running off all crazy like that!” you say getting down on his level.

“Fine,” he says pouting.

“If you want something to eat or need to go to the restroom, tell me.” you explain to him.

“You’re not mom though! You don’t need to go with me,” he says.

“I understand that bud, but I don’t want you to be on that missing persons board!” you say.

You look around to see your group of friends in their usual spot. They notice you and wave for you to come join them.

“Look who it is! We didn’t think you were gonna show,” (F/N) says laughing.

“I have my brother here with me, that’s why I was late.” you say looking down at him as he plays with a little button on his shirt.

“I hope that isn’t a problem,” you say slightly worried about how your friends would feel having a little kid around.

“It’s fine!” your friends say and the night begins.

The night consists of your friend group running around to the different stores and eating.

Your little brother is in misery as you won’t let him go on rides, or do anything at that. You weren’t in the mood to go on rides, and you were already irritated that you had to take him.

You guys stop near a store and sit around and talk for a bit, taking a little break before going back to the usuals.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” your friend says nervously.

“Yeah?” you say slightly confused.

“Where’s (B/N)?” they ask.

You look down to see your little brother missing.

Shit, you did the one thing your mother said not to.

You immediately start running down the boardwalk frantically in search for him.

As you push past people you quickly feel a bump into your leg. You look down to see your brother, playing with another little boy.

“Why did you run off?!” you say as your heart slows down from the race it just ran.

“Because! You weren’t taking me on rides and you were boring. But, I made a new friend, this is Laddie!” he says smiling.

You look at Laddie, he was a cute little boy. He seemed to be happy in your brothers company, it was as if he was the happiest he has ever been.

As you look away from the boys, you look up to see a tall dark haired man behind Laddie.

Laddie looks around to see him and sadness begins to grow on his face.

"Laddie, we need to leave, ok?" he says then looks at you.

"Ok," the little boys says, obviously upset.

"Well, we should go as well, c'mon" you say patting your brothers shoulder.

"I don't think I caught your name, I'm Dwayne," he says.

"I'm (Y/N)," you say getting flustered.

He is very attractive, as many would think when coming across him. He wears a leather jacket exposing his bare chest.

"I hope I can see you again sometime," he says smiling slightly.

“We can always go do something if you want,” you say suggesting a date, but he didn’t know that was your intention.

“So a date?”

Nevermind he knows.

“Sure, tomorrow maybe?” you ask.

“Sounds good, I’ll meet you here.” he says before he walks off with the little boy.

You didn’t think that you’d plan a date with someone tonight, but maybe it’s a sign for something good to come.

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