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rosemary-writes · 6 months

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How he holds you

(Lost boys x gender neutral reader headcanons)

Warnings: Marko being a lil cheeky

Authors note: heeeyy chickens, long time no see♡I transferred to university and I have little to no time to write stuff like this anymore. Buut since it’s October, I gotta do my fav boys

David

-David doesn’t really hold you per say. You more or less cling and hold on to him.

-He doesn’t like seeming too vulnerable or soft when in public. Especially while on the boardwalk and the surf nazis are out and about

-However, if you’re standing next to him, he will casually put his hand on the back of yours. Theres something about his palm resting on your hand that just makes him feel content

-When you two are in the cave and hes sitting in his chair or on the couch, he always beckons you to sit on his lap. While you’re on his lap, he’ll snake his arm around your back and rest his hand on your thigh or butt.

-While he says its to “keep hold of what's his” it’s also so your back isnt digging into the metal of his wheelchair.

-It’s old and rusty and he doesnt really want you to be squirming cause it’s hurting your skin

-Some nights when the two of you are alone or you had a bad day, he lets you lay on his chest while he lays down on the couch.

-Your hands fall to his chest and his arms will wrap around you to keep you pressed comfortably against him.

-Even though his heart no longer beats, you swear you sometimes hear faint thumps when you mumble how much you love him into his chest

-Overall 6/10 cause he only holds you back every few weeks.

Dwayne

-Dwayne isn’t afraid to wrap an arm around your waist or hips while in public. It’s his way of showing people that you’re his partner and to keep you close to him

-He’ll sometimes put his fingers through your belt loops

-When meeting up in public, he’ll loosely wrap his arms around your hips while giving you a kiss. When meeting you in private, like at your house, he will actually give you a decent hug

-I like to think that Dwayne will link pinkies with you while walking around the boardwalk sometimes. He thinks it’s really sweet.

-When you two are in the cave, he’ll come up behind you and snake his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. His stubble tends to tickle your neck a bit

-he might take in a big inhale of your scent

-When you two cuddle, hes pulling you so close to him that you’re practically smothering him

-He loves it

-His hands will move all over the place. Your back, hips, thighs, butt, maybe one in your hair

-If you fall asleep, hes on cloud 9. He’ll most likely move you both into a small nest spot in the cave and either fall asleep with you or stay awake to watch you sleep. If you guys are at your place, he watches over you while you sleep.

-10/10 cause his cuddles are top notch

Paul

-Paul can’t keep his hands to himself so hes holding you all the damn time.

-Had a bad day? Let him hold you, he wants to make you feel better

-Theres a puddle on the ground? He’ll carry you over it

-Yikes babe, your shoe is untied, guess he’s gotta hold you so you don’t trip

-Yeah, hes very touchy

-Out on the boardwalk he loves to hold your hands. Like, he hates having to let go of your hand if you have to do something.

-Heaven forbid you want to eat or need to sneeze

-On the occasions where he takes you flying with him, he keeps you so close to him. He would never drop you but theres been a few times where you slipped from his grasp and it spooked you. So, he’ll have an iron grip on you while flying over the ocean or Santa Carla

-If you’re ever with him when he’s having a smoke sesh, he goes to maximum handsyness. God help you if you need to pee

-Like Dwayne, his hands are going everywhere, but hes gripping you as if you’re going to float away.

-He loves keeping you close because you’re so warm against his cold body. His cold hands will slip under your shirt and move around. He’s not trying to tickle you, he just loves how warm your back is.

-9.5/10 because his hands are cold as hell

Marko

-Marko’s not as handsy as the others

-Once in a blue moon, Marko lets you wrap your arms around him and he will envelop you in his jacket. It’s warm and it’s a really rare soft moment with him. It only happens when you forget a jacket and you’re both on the boardwalk and it’s freezing. Surprisingly, hes warm because of how thick his jacket is

-However, he mostly keeps a hand in your back pocket or he’ll pinch your butt. If hes showing you something, he takes your hand to lead you.

-Thats about as far as it goes in public.

-However, in private, it is a totally different scene

-He likes to hold you from behind. He sneaks up and wraps his arms around you while shoving his face into your hair

-He’ll only do this when no one is around. He does not want the others to see him like this.

-He does like to cuddle with you. He’s the big spoon and youre always the little spoon

-The feeling of your body expanding while breathing tends to calm him down since he easily gets wound up.

-While spooning you, he’ll lean forward just a bit to kiss you on the cheek. He will also sometimes entwine your hands and kiss the back of your hand.

-He warms up underneath the covers with you.

-Moments like that remind him that it’s okay to be relaxed with others

-I give him a 7/10

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skxllz · 8 months

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“ I wan’ ‘at, ” paul speaks in a muffled manner while pressing his face up against the finger-printed glass of the claw machine. he spotted a stuffed animal he thought was cool as fuck, man! —his own words— and now wanted it.

“ hm? ” maneuvering the dum-dum around that you had in your mouth, you pause your walking beside the blonde and peaked through the glass as well; eyeing the certain object your boyfriend wanted.

It was a light blue, fluffy teddy bear holding a sign that said ‘ you rock! ’ with a little guitar strapped to it's back. of course paul would enjoy that stuffed animal out of all of the others in the machine.

trifling through the pocket of your jeans, you dig around the loose change you always carried, searching for a quarter to place into the slot. you damn near gave up after a minute of not feeling even one bigger coin, but then- your fingers brushed against the rough rim of silver. you felt it up, definitely identifying it as a quarter, before pulling it from your pocket.

“ s’cuse me, paulie. ” you politely squeezed your way between your boyfriend and the machine, only for paul to move back with curiosity now crept onto his face.

“ whatcha’ doin’? ” his questioned, looking over your shoulder much like an innocent little kid.

“ playin’ the game... ” you mumbled in reply, sliding the coin into the slot. you watched as the little red screen on the front of the machine lit up with how many tries you got —two— before the claw jerked forward, indicating you were set to play.

paul gasped in star-gazing excitement - which you gave a sideway smiles to, before wrapping your fingers around the joystick and setting your focus on the claw at hand.

tilting the stick to the left, you watched as the claw glided towards the small bear. “ get it, get it- ” paul was chanting under his breath while watching the claw. the light from machine was reflecting off his blue eyes, making a ring wthin his pretty irises.

“ I will, ” you smiled to yourself, slowing down just as it guided over the bear. jerking it to the right just a bit, you made sure the claw was dead center, before pressing down onto the button. It made a clicking noise, before the claw slowly extended downwards and the metal brackets stretched out.

perfectly, the claw wrapped around the bears head and picked it up. you were nervous at first because you knew how cheap the claws in these games were, never wanting to hold the stuffed animal up right, but those anxieties melted away once you saw the animal being dragged over to the slot and was dropped in.

you bent down and retrieved the stuffed bear from the captivity.

“ here y’go, paulie. ” you clutched the bear in your palms while turning around, only to stretch your arms out towards him; offering him the soft object.

paul had sparkles in his eyes as he took it, “ oh my god! ” he yelled happily, hugging it to his chest. he looked like an excited toddler that just received a new toy. “ it's fuckin’ adorable, babe! thank you! ”

grinning, you gave a small shrug. “ s’nothin’. ”

“ nothing?! ” he looked at you, eyes wide in mock offense. “ it's everything! ”

paul grabs you with one arm suddenly, tugging you close to bury your face into his pectoral. you could smell the musk of his cheap cologne and the giant scent of salt water from the ocean. “ thank you, ” his voice was softer now. “ I mean it. I love you, dollface. ”

you grinned, pressing a kiss to his chest. “ I love you, too. ”

#paul tlb #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #the lost boys

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sweets4dolls · 2 months

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content. paul + fem!reader. smut. kinda lovesick!paul. somno. not proofread. just thinking.

all credits of the characterization of this man goes to the lovely @iovesia, and the movie, but mainly iovesia <3. seriously, go check out her fics, absolutely ATE. xoxo, sweetling

just thinking about how doting and adoring paul would be with you, his soft n silly little human. he'd be all over you as he messes with locks of your hair and presses kisses all over your face absentmindedly as he had you curled up in his lap.

he, quite literally, just can't control himself, he just needs to reach out and touch you soft skin, because you're just that pretty of a pet.

so its really your fault that he's getting a boner in his boxers, if only you weren't so cute;(. and its not helping that your lively legs are squirming all over his lap as you twist and turn adorably, trying to get comfortable as his hand rubs up and down the side of your thigh.

he just can't help but slide his hand under your skirt, cupping your clothed sex and applying pressure to your cunt as you slumber all peacefully, head lolled and resting against his chest.

eventually, you wake up to the feeling of paul's fingers stuffed deep in your cunt, curling about making you mewl as you blinked your wide dewey eyes, pupils lightly passing over his face as he coos down at you.

"aww, you awake now sweetheart?" says all sweetly as his fingers pump in and out of your pussy, coated in your slick as he works your cunt closer to an orgasm.

"p-paul," you whine, all disoriented and sleepy as the sensations from his fingers swiping at your clit overwhelm you, the feeling of his big hand pawing at your warm cunt sending your pretty little head spiraling as he whispers in your ears, telling you to cum for him.

hearing his voice say those words was all you needed, fragile body tensing as you gush around his fingers and onto his hand, a damp spot on his pants forming from your fluids. automatically, he brings his hand up to his lips, licking his fingers clean of your juices with a dopey smile on his face.

and you best believe that you're going for more rounds than you can count. he wants you broken from how many times he makes your pretty pussy come for him.

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littlesunshine1223 · 9 days

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TLB Paul Headcanons

(CONTENT WARNING: the following content contains things such as weed usage, a feral vampire, blood, biting, smut, etc… Viewer Discretion Is Adviced)

SFW

- once you agree to date him you’re stuck with him and no matter what you do you can’t get rid of him

- he’ll affectionately follow you around like a lost puppy and if anyone tries to flirt with you or hurt you then that person will magically disappear

- he loves to cuddle you and snuggle you against his chest whenever he knows you’re exhausted after a long day

- ever since he started dating you he refuses to go to sleep if you’re not near him

- he’ll still smoke the devils lettuce but if it bothers you then he’ll try to cut back because he doesn’t want to upset you

- he’s protective but not overbearing

- loves to randomly walk up and kiss you then he’ll walk away with a mischievous and teasing grin when he sees you all flustered

- he loves when you wear his jacket (if you can ever manage to get the thing off him)

- you’re the only one he lets play with his hair and he will melt in your hands if you brush it for him

- he loves bringing you small gifts and trinkets that remind him of you (similar to a bird)

NSFW

- he’s a pure switch

- if you want to milk him dry he’ll let you, if you want him to rail you till you can’t walk he’ll happily agree

- tug his hair as he’s going down on you and he’ll make the cutest noises for you

- every time the two of you have sex he asks to bite you, he doesn’t even have to draw blood he just wants to leave a mark so everyone knows you’re his

- he has a dedicated spot in the cave where the two of you go if he’s on one of his feral ruts

- he’ll praise you as you make him see stars no matter if you’re riding him/stuffing him full/teasing him, he’ll praise and beg for you to touch him more and more

- the only time he degrades you is if he’s feral or tired of your teasing

- loves to cover you in hickeys, bites, scratches, spank markings from a punishment, and most of all his cum

- if you’re busy doing something he’ll walk up behind you and whisper the dirtiest most seductive things in your ears

- pinch his nipples or smack his thighs if you want him to really make desperate and whorish noises for you

#the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #the lost boys smut #the lost boys movie #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

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arenpath · 6 months

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Y/n: *acting mean*

Paul: WTF, Y/n?! What's biting you?!

Y/n: *looks at David in the corner*

Paul: Oh yeah...right...

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kurt-nightcrawler · 1 year

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Baby Blonde

Paul x Reader

Summary: Paul is a sensitive guy

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, mentions of periods and related period things, implied smut but no actual smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Paul wasn’t one to cry. He was cool. He was sexy. And he spent too much time trying to be goofy or space out to cry.

Or that’s at least what everyone thought.

He was a good, sweet, and somewhat clingy boyfriend. Always wanting a hand on you– a hand in your back pocket or in your hand were the most common– getting you food whenever you wanted it and making sure you were never sad. He was a giant golden ball of sunshine, who killed people and was great with his tongue.

However, Paul was a sensitive little bitch. Deep, deep, deep down. How he got you more stuffed animals than Laddie or gave you posters when they came with his vinyls instead of plastering them all over the cave walls. Or when he got high and ate Marko’s butter statue in the fridge– he felt bad for months– and when he accidentally scratched David’s The Cure album with his claws. The guilt was mostly cause David chewed him out, but that was beside the point.

What could he say? Paul was a man with many layers. But sometimes those layers were so deep they did not mean to see the surface.

–

You were lying down on the old couch in the cave, trying to snuggle under one of the numerous blankets the boys had accumulated over the years. Groaning in discomfort, you turned to the other side, trying to ease your pain.

Water bottles, snacks, and any kind of painkiller imaginable were scattered on the floor around you.

Your period was three days early. Not like it was ever consistent, but it was still miserable. You were burning up, sore all over, covered in three new zits, and anytime you went to the bathroom it looked like a murder scene afterward. You hated it. And while your blood-sucking boyfriend loved it, he tried to sympathize best he could– to treat you like a little baby bird and not like a meal.

But sometimes, sometimes, his blood lust got the better of him.

–

Paul strutted down into the cave, totally not paying attention to his surroundings, until he saw a big lump of blankets on the couch.

“Baby?” he called out.

You grunted in response.

“You okay?” Paul asked, momentarily clueless as to what was going on with you.

And then it hit him.

Your period.

His gaze got slightly hazy, and he immediately pounced onto the couch, wanting to pepper you in kisses, feed you chocolate, and eat you out until you passed out in a blissful slumber.

“Baby I want–”

“Grrrrr…” You shoved him off the couch and curled up into a tighter fetal position than you were already in. “Don’t touch me… not now…” You whined. You were hit with cramps soon as Paul entered the cave, and your pain meds were proving to be useless.

“Oh…” Paul’s cold dead heart was resuscitated momentarily by seeing you, only to be stomped on and shattered by your harsh rejection, bringing it back to death.

“Okay… If you need anything I’ll be in my room…”

Paul walked away into the depths of the cave slowly. Any pep in his step or excitement was sucked out of him. He just wanted to help! Make you feel better– maybe give you a massage, or help cool you down by holding you in his arms while he buried his face into your neck.

Paul knew you were the one. He didn’t miss the daytime because he had you, the sun to his moon– bright and cheerful to compliment his bright and cheerful. Except where he was cold and dead, you were warm and alive. He loved showering with you, sniffing all your fancy soaps, and asking if he could take a bite. He tried to pull a romcom classic and cook for you, which almost burnt your kitchen down… But his big, sad, blue puppy dog eyes got the best of you. He could never thank you enough when you did daytime-esk errands for him, like buying him snacks from stores that closed before sundown or letting him do laundry at your place. Or standing your ground and helping him get some touchy valley girl off his back.

But Paul was still Paul, and he had trouble with being told no by someone other than the boys. He also worried you would eventually get sick of him. Sick of his loud voice, and weed-ridden musk. Sick of how he was sometimes really forgetful, or too spaced out and lost focus easily. He was scared you wouldn’t find him sexy or funny and see he didn’t really have much else going for himself. He had been working on it, trying to be more confident deep down and not cry like a baby when you didn’t want to hang out 24/7, but sometimes it slipped his mind that humans needed personal space and alone time.

You mumbled a groan as you slightly shifted under the covers, attempting to fall asleep.

—

You had awoken, after sleeping for what felt like an eternity. You were sweaty, groggy, and had no sense of what time it was.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” someone teased.

You groaned and shifted from your spot on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you stared at the person who woke you.

“Marko, hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Too long, according to Paul.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “He would say that. Where is he anyways? Is he getting food?”

“…”

“Marko…”

Marko bit his thumb and avoided your gaze as he picked up the trash surrounding the couch.

“Marko...”

“He got really upset after you told him to fuck off.”

“What? When did I do that?”

“Um, he said when he came home,” Marko shook a pill bottle, seeing if it was empty. “You were curled up into a ball on the couch and then you pushed him away and told him to leave you alone.”

Your boyfriend was such a drama queen. “I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Yeah, well,” You and Marko walked into the kitchen area, trash, snacks, and medicines in hand. “My painkillers didn’t kick in on time. I thought I was dying for a hot second. I didn’t want Paul making it worse.”

Marko smiled, closing the chip bag, “He probably would have taken a bite out of you if you let him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe later.”

One of the pigeons flew towards you both. Staring Marko in the eyes.

“No, I’m not giving you potato chips,” he jokingly scolded his pet. “No, these aren’t for you.”

“I’m gonna see what he’s up to.”

“Okay.”

Marko was still focused on his pigeon. “Yeah, she’s gonna see Paul. She’s gonna see Paulie. You know what they’re gonna do Jasper—“

“Shut up,” You scoffed.

—

You knocked on the “door”— an old surfboard covering the hole in the wall to his little stoner rock cave— of Paul’s room.

“Paul…”

You heard a sniffle from the other side, but nothing else.

“Paul, I know you’re in there…” another moment of silence.

“Or is it Laddie?” You joked.

“It’s me,” Paul quietly replied.

“Can I come in, baby?”

“Sure.”

You pushed the door to the side and stepped inside his room. “Hi, baby.”

He was laying under several blankets in the nest you’d both made together, only his head and lion's mane worth of hair sticking out.

“Hello…” All the usual fun and excitement was sucked out of his voice, leaving it hollow and empty.

“Oh no, I don’t like hello. What’s going on?”

“You… You wouldn’t cuddle with me…”

You slowly sat down next to him, pushing aside a few mixtapes and some dirty clothes, “Baby… baby you know I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, you smell nice— like nicer than usual. And I just, I love you so much—

“I know—“

“And I wanna cuddle”

“—I know—“

“—and eat you out so hard you see stars.”

“My meds just didn’t kick in.”

“Yeah, you were mean.” Paul sniffled. “I didn’t like it.”

“Oh baby come here,” You joined him under the covers, attempting to scoop him into your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It was not fine.

“Paul… you don’t have to lie to me.”

He shifted his head onto your shoulder, “You just… you scared me.”

You gently scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to, I just needed to be alone.”

“I’m worried I messed up and you don’t wanna be with me anymore… I’ve messed up a lot and I tend to pretend I don’t care if I fuck up, but I do.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that. Even if I tried, David would Professor X my memory.”

Paul laughed a little.

“I just didn’t want you pouncing on me like an animal–”

“–But I am an animal.”

You frowned, “Not the point here.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Are we good?”

“Yeah… Just… just don’t– if you– uh, if you need some space don’t act like me when I need blood and I wig out, okay?”

“Will do.”

Paul sat up a little, so he could snuggle into you.“Mmmm… Thank you.”

“Of course baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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beoneofus · 8 months

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paul would look so pretty between your legs. eyes glossy, tear drops sticking to the ends of his moonlight kissed lashes. apples of his cheeks swelled with red delight. brows creased inwards but the ends dipped down in overdrawn ecstasy. his chin is dripping with your slick; puffy, cherry stained lips mapping over every inch of flesh that nestled between the pink opening of your mound. his tongue is working - flicking up, down, his thumb pressed tightly to the hood of your clit while he's lapping down your hole like a mad dog. he's hungry, but oh so pretty and desperate.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #paul x reader

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charlizekkelly · 11 months

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dr. feelgood

NSFW prompt: “What a pretty sight.”

Pairing: Reader x Paul (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 1467

TW’s: kidnapping, murder, blood, biting and slight mention of choking.

Authors note: Am I a whore for @blondrockerpaul ? yes. did I write this because @willowbrookesblog and I were thirsting over his hands? also yes. here's some dark, rockstar-like Paul with a downright depraved and yandere edge (my speciality).

!NSFW - 18+ CONTENT. MINORS DNI!

An ebony guitar flecked with a metallic-like silver sat perched in a black-metal stand beside a lavish seating arrangement, black leather chairs bordering an abstract coffee table as the dark, sensual lighting of the room seemed to compliment the blond whose personal touch decorated it. Lavish and framed platinum awards lined a wall to the right of the room, a Scream poster catching her eye from the centre of an artfully arranged display of band posters–all signed by their respective members–and the chords to Motley Crue’s album ‘Dr. Feelgood’ played in the background.

She’d been in Paul’s dressing room plenty of times over the months since Marko had introduced them at one of his gigs, back when his band ‘Death’s Carnage’ first opened for Guns ‘N Roses. She still wondered why Marko had given her a backstage pass that day as she wandered the dark-toned room, but she scolded herself for the thought because she knew why.

Marko had been the sheepdog herding the stray toward the wolf in sheep’s clothing, and she’d been the foolish lamb. Unaware of the dangers lurking beneath his skin…or the fangs.

Her knee collided with Paul’s in the same moment his ring-covered hands grasped her waist and pulled her onto his leather-clad lap, her thighs straddling his waist as her heart jolted in her chest. Not that she could run from him, and she’d made the mistake of trying several times before.

And that worked out for you the last time you tried. Didn’t it? She thought, eyeing him with a masked sense of uncertainty.

He wouldn’t let her go, not after Marko had hand-picked her from the crowd. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

“Paul,” she uttered playfully, a soft chuckle echoing across the room as she tried to ignore the attraction she felt for him.

The broad yet chiselled plains of his face were dappled by the sensual lighting, black mesh shirt baring the toned and carved expanse of his chest as she rested one hand on his shoulder and the other tangled in the locks of his hair at the nape of his neck. The dirty blond with wild tresses and Atlantic-blue irises surveyed her as she peered up at him, his height piping hers, something oceanic undertoned by his cologne engulfing her senses.

“So, what did you think of the show?” Paul asked, brimming with his usual after-show adrenaline.

Her eyes darted to his hands, lingering on the veins that shifted with his movement as lust trickled into her bloodstream at the memory of his skilled hands wrapped around the neck of his guitar, fingers shredding the notes of his riff. And as hard as she tried, she couldn’t shake the thought of what else his hands could do whilst she’d watched him play.

She knew what they could do, had seen the blood that’d stained them and heard the definitive crunch of bone as he snapped the neck of her friend who’d been foolish enough to try and help her escape him. His grin had been callous and tinged with baneful delight but not at her–never at her–as she tried to back away, terrified that he’d rip her throat out.

And like he’d sensed her train of thoughts, Paul had assured her that he didn’t want her dead. That he would never waste his time draining another human when he had her. That he wouldn’t let her go because she was his like he was hers.

Truthfully, she didn’t know what that meant but if it meant she wouldn’t die. Then she’d take whatever she could get, as stupid as that made her.

She managed to tear her gaze from his hands and the tide of her thoughts to meet his oceanic irises.“It was…something else.”

Paul’s calloused fingers trailed from the swell of her waist to her inner thigh, tracing salacious patterns into her skin as he pulled her closer to himself and his nose pressed into the crook of her throat, drawing a lungful of her scent into his chest, her heart rate spiking and pounding against the pulse-point his lips brushed against.

A dark chuckle reverberated from the depths of his chest, head lifting from her throat. His husky voice seemed to caress her skin like his fingertips against her inner thigh, lips brushing against hers. “Do I have that much of an effect on you?”

“Paul.”

“Words, angel,” he coaxed, sending lust careening through her bloodstream as his voice dropped several octaves. “C’mon, tell me what’s on your mind. What thoughts are running through that pretty, little mind of yours?”

“Your hands.” She admitted; her lips mere inches from his.

His blond brow arched, prompting her to continue as his lips tugged into a smug smirk. “What about them?”

Her gaze locked with his. “I was wondering if the guitar was the only thing they play.”

A mirthful chuckle rumbled from his chest before his lips pressed against hers, the hand at her thigh tightening as he dragged her closer to himself, the fabric of her skirt riding up her legs. The hand on her thigh kneaded the soft flesh whilst the other trailed up her body and tangled in her hair, tipping her head back until a soft gasp spilled from her lips and he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away a moment later, nipping at the underside of her jaw before the hand in her hair skittered to her throat. “Have I been neglecting you that much, angel?” He murmured.

His fingers wrapped around the soft expanse of her throat, his calloused thumb smoothing over the flesh above her jugular before her eyes widened and he shifted their position in a movement quicker than she could fathom so she was under him with her back pressed into the black leather, the rip of her panties ghosting the shell of her ear.

His lips pressed against hers in the same moment he sunk a guitar string-calloused finger into her cunt, a shocked gasp emitting from her mouth before his lips muffled the sound and he set a tantalising pace with his measured thrusts. Dragging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until the pad of his thumb grazed her clit and he pulled away, pressing another finger into her cunt.

Her hips raised in reaction to the added digit, a needy moan filling the room as a satisfied smirk etched across his face and he curled his fingers, brushing a spot inside of her that drew a garbled plea from her mouth. “Please, Paul.”

Paul’s head cocked to the side as he watched his fingers plunge in and out of her, thumb tracing another circle into her clit. “You know I love it when you beg, and what a pretty sight you are. Squirming, moaning and begging on my fingers.”

His words shouldn’t have sent a bolt of pleasure through her, but as his thumb drew that same star-inducing circle into her clit, she couldn’t bite back the moan it dredged from her chest. Her fingertips sunk into the plush leather couch as her head tipped into the backrest, baring her throat to Paul’s gaze.

“Fuck. Just like that… just like that.” She murmured, releasing a content hum as his head dipped, lips alternating between sucking marks into her throat and pressing possessive kisses against her skin.

She should’ve been terrified of him. Should have fought tooth and nail at every waking moment to be free of him. Should have driven a stake through his chest when she had the chance all those months ago. But she hadn’t, and she knew she wouldn’t, not even if her sanity begged her to. Not when some part of the rockstar had brought her to life in ways she couldn’t understand or as his canines and incisors elongated. Her heart skipped a beat before his fangs pierced her flesh, flooding her bloodstream with a million aphrodisiacs that muddled her mind and sent her over the edge, a breathy moan tearing from the caverns of her chest.

The chorus of the blond’s favourite band left to cloy in her eardrums from the speakers of his beloved stereo, her hands releasing the couch to grip at the fabric of his shirt whilst he swallowed several mouthfuls of her blood before his tongue lathed over the wound and he pressed a lust-filled kiss to her lips. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked up at him as he grinned down at her and removed his fingers, pulling her into his arms when he sank down into the couch.

“He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood…”

And as she fought to stay awake, She couldn’t shake the irony of those lyrics because she knew he was the only one who would make her feel good. And if anyone tried to squander him…

He’d kill anyone foolish enough to try.

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iovesia · 1 year

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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ ⠀ movie aus with the lost boys.

dirty dancing — paul.

60s aesthetic. paul teaching you how to mambo, and other dirty moves. swimming in the lake during sunrise. running to the staff quarters in the late hours to dance your hearts away. pauls hands all over you as he sways you along to the rhythm of the music. constant playing of the ronettes and 'hungry eyes'. hanging out by the log bridge. a summer fling you'd never forget.

⠀

grease — david.

sharing milkshakes at the diner. david teaching you to ride his motorcycle. loaning you his t-birds leather jacket when you're cold. making out in the car at the drive-in movie theaters. sharing cigarettes with you. brushing and greasing his hair for him. going out to celebrate with him and his friends after he wins a street race.

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the princess bride — dwayne.

your knight in shining armour. his all-black attire, and eye mask contrasts perfectly to your flowing princess gown. carries you around everywhere. staying up for sunrises. pulls his sword out at any moment you might be in danger. "as you wish". going horseback riding together. sailing away along the far oceans.

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titanic — marko.

taking you dancing in the third class levels. lying on the deck at night and gazing at the stars. he doodles you in his notepad constantly. pulling pranks on the other first class passengers. investigating the expensive carriages at the bottom of the ship. begs you to join him in america, which you happily do so. living a life of adventure together, with not a boring moment ever.

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys x reader

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Monster Pt. 2

Pairing: Paul x G/n!Reader

TW: Cursing, arguing, slight choking

Part One

A/N: I'm so sorry @lovedtodeth that it has taken me this long to write the sequel to your request! I really hope you like it! ♥️

"What, are you cheating or something?" You teased yet after a moment, the thought begin to cross your mind due to his nervous behavior. "Wait, are you actually-"

"What? No!" Paul interjected, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he looked into your eyes. "This is something different, babe."

"Then, what is it?" You asked, returning his gaze and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. "Baby, you can tell me anything."

There was a part of him that regretted saying anything, wanting to back out and pretend he was simply fucking around before taking you home and tell you another time. Perhaps, he could prepare more and tell you when you weren't on a date. He didn't want to ruin the special night for you both if you rejected him. However, he remembered Dwayne's encouragement from last night.

You were his mate. Someone in which a higher power decided that you were his perfect match. Unless that higher power was a sadistic asshole, you wouldn't reject him.

Right?

The parking lot was practically deserted, given that the late hours of the night was approaching. Few people were still sitting in their vehicles and Paul knew that the parking lot was a rather difficult place to tell you. It was too public, unsafe.

"Come on." He tugged your hand, walking towards his bike with you following him. "This isn't the best place to tell you."

After a moment of Paul getting on his bike and helping you sit down behind him, he thought of the best place he could take you. You have never been to the cave, however he knew through the mind link with his brothers that they had just returned from their feast. He couldn't take you there for the time being.

After a moment, an idea practically smashed against his skull. Giving you a glance as you wrapped your arms around his waist, he smirked before rushing out of the parking lot.

He'll take you to Hudson's Bluff.

You were ultimately a nervous wreck.

Depite how energetic Paul usually was whenever the both of you would go for a ride, the destination to wherever he was taking you was almost in complete silence. Except for the occasional 'almost there' during in which you would break the silence and ask him where you were heading.

However, after a few more agonizing minutes, you started to realize that he was taking you to Hudson's Bluff after recognizing the uneven and rocky pathway to the point.

Paul slowed his bike to a stop, pushing out his kickstand with his foot and turning the keys to silence the rumbling engine. After a second, he nervously gave his handlebars a small tap before climbing off.

He turned to you and held out his hand, "Don't want you to trip." He teased, trying to lighten the mood with a smirk on his face.

You gave him a playful glare before taking his hand and hopping of the back of his bike. "When did you become such a gentleman?" You asked after gaining your footing on the ground.

"Come on, babe! When have I not been a gentleman?" Quickly, he interjected before you could reply, "Wait, don't answer that."

You smiled before shaking your head and looking around the Bluff, stuffing your hands in your pockets for some warmth.

"So, what's the matter?" You asked, looking towards him.

Paul sighed before taking a few steps back, if he were human, his heart would be beating rapidly. However, if he were human, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation.

"Babe, I haven't been honest with you. Honest with you about me." He started, crossing his arms and shuffling a little bit.

From experience of being his significant other, his fidgeting usually meant that he thought he was in trouble or he was hiding something. You were starting to become more nervous.

Paul wouldn't cheat on you?

"Paul, you're scaring me." You said, taking a couple steps towards him to close the distance. However, it only made Paul retreat to recreate that distance. "What's going on?"

"I'm a monster, babe and I don't want to lose you because of it."

"A monster? Why would you think that? What did you do?" You stared at him for a moment in pure confusion. "Did you...kill someone or something?"

Paul stood there in silence, his fingers nervously gripping the fabric of his jacket. You weren't completely wrong and he could tell that you were getting more scared. He regretted telling you like this, however he was starting to lose confidence.

"Oh my God, did you?!"

"I'm a vampire!" Paul yelled, throwing his arms out. The words of his confession seemed to echo throughout the Bluff and there was only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. "I'm a vampire babe and I have to kill people to survive!"

He was only met with silence and the pairing gaze of the eyes he loved so much.

You stood there, frozen from the confession. However, after a moment, you began to get angry. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Now, it was his turn turn be confused.

"You had me worried to death about this secret that you had, drive me to the middle of nowhere, just to pull some stupid prank?!" You yelled, throwing your arms out in a similar manner before stepping away slightly.

"What?! No, that's not what I was doing!" Paul tried to reason, following close behind. "Babe, listen-"

"No! I think we should call it a night and talk another time." You reasoned, holding out your hand and walking towards the bike. "Actually, let's take a break for a while."

A fucking what? A fucking break?!

Suddenly, you gasped as you were pinned against the bike, your back pressed against the harsh metal as you stared into the gaze of an animal.

Paul stood there with a hand loosely gripping your delicate throat, talons expertly kept away from cutting into your skin. His other arm was wrapped around your waist.

You stood there in fear seeing the distorted face of your boyfriend, his eyes yellow with gritted teeth that displayed sharp canines.

"You're not breaking up with me." He growled, his hand giving your throat a small squeeze. It didn't exactly hurt, but it did leave a message not to move. "You're going to listen to me, like a good mate."

"Are you really a vampire...?" You asked, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrist with the hand gripping your neck. "What do you mean mate?"

"Exactly what it means." He replied, before slowly bringing his hand from your throat and down towards your chest, palm pressed against your heart. "I'm a monster and you belong to me, as my mate. You were destined to me."

You felt warmth crept upon your face from his hand placement and the intense look in his eyes. This was a complete difference from your beloved Paul that cracked jokes and never serious. This was his other side, his monsterous side.

And you kinda liked it.

"I'm sorry." You replied, glancing away, "I don't want us to break up...I was just angry and it's something that was really hard to believe."

Paul pulled away before his face returned to its human form, gripping your wrists and vending down to look into your eyes.

"It's okay, sugar. I know it's not something many people will believe. But, you gotta understand that this is what I am and I can't change that."

"I don't want you to change!" You replied, returning his gaze with tears building in your eyes. "I accept you for who you are."

Paul gave a small sigh in relief before cupping the side of your face. "I needed to hear you say that. You're stuck with me, babe." He teased, before giving you a small kiss, which you gladly returned.

"Always." You gave him a small smile, bringing your hand to rest against his own that still held your cheek.

"That can be arranged." He laughed.

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#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #paul the lost boys #paul tlb #the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #paul x reader #g/n!reader

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skxllz · 5 months

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I feel like if paul had a fem! reader with a happytrail he'd go absolutely feral and drool and- oh. he's bottoming.

reader is definitely a switch, and doms him, and he can't help but whimper and beg for her to tug on his cock. his back would be pressed to the bed in her room, arms bound above his lead with one of her loose bandanas she had lying around. he could break free easily but doesn't want to- wants nothing more than for her to give some type of friction to his erection. only, she doesn't. sits there, just smirking and circling a single digit around the tip that leaks a drop of pre cum.

“ please, ” paul would whimper pathetically, pressing the heels of his boots to the bedframe and pushing off in a buck, attempting to meet her hand. but no, she pulls it back; clicking her tongue in disappointment.

she doesn't give him release for hours- toying with him; letting him whimper and whine and whither and fuck, it's such a turn on.

#paul the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #paul x reader #paul tlb #the lost boys

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adalwolfgang · 10 months

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Lost Boys (1987) Masterlist

Welcome to my Lost Boys (1987) Masterlist where you can find the Lost Boys characters that I write for along with links to all my works involving them! This is supposed to make it easier to find my works instead of having to scroll through my blog. Here is my main masterlist if you're new!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Lost Boys (1987)

Notice: Even if you don't see a slasher character you like below, still send in your request! I'll just have to do some extra digging, but I'll still write even if a character is not listed.

Micheal:

Sam:

Max:

David:

Star:

Edgar:

Alan:

Paul:

Dwayne:

Marko:

Laddie (Platonic unless you're close to both the same age):

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multifandomcrackhead · 9 months

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Okay i think i have issues haha ive read all the paul from the lost boys 1989 fanfictions on here and my itch for more is still there, if i write some will you people read them?

#the lost boys paul #tlb paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys #brooke mccarter #the lost boys paul x reader #paul the lost boys x reader

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arenpath · 1 year

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#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #david tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko lost boys #x y/n #david the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys x reader #my memes #tlb 1987

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 2 years

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Santa Carla’s Christmas in July

So this is the first of my Christmas in July week!! I meant to do one a week but the month got away from me 😂 I decided to do a lost boys one because I love them all sm and hey it takes place in the summer! so it may be a little rough around the edges but it was fun to write so I hope y’all enjoy it!

Summary: The boys all attend Santa Carla’s Christmas in July hoping to find easy prey, but they end up finding someone far more interesting instead.

Paring: The lost boys x gn reader (can be read as poly or the boys being competitive for reader. However you want to interpret it).

Warnings: fluff, bad banter I guess

David couldn’t believe the gaudy decorations that littered the beach. Poor excuses for Christmas trees propped up in the sand decorated in cheap ornaments and discarded beer bottles from drunk celebrators. They were blasting Christmas jingles from the speakers that lined the boardwalk as tourists flooded the city for the event.

It was Santa Carla’s first ever Christmas in July, no doubt a cheap trick to pull in tourists. And he would rather be anywhere else, but Paul high off who knows what had convinced him and the others to attend the event. Bringing up the point that the celebration would bring fresh prey that was easy to catch. And he couldn’t argue with that. They all looked as out of place as they always did, their leather jackets and piercings clashing with the reds and greens that everyone else adorned.

But it seemed Paul’s genius plan wasn’t as fool proof as he had promised. Despite it being well past midnight the streets were still crowded with families, something that wasn’t ideal for a feeding. There was no way they would be able to get away without an audience to watch and expose them for what they really were.

So instead they stood by their bikes bored as the waited for it to die down. As always Marko and Paul found a way to entertain themselves. He watched with a disinterested gaze as they tormented guests, jeering at them as they walked past and tripping a couple teens here and there. Paul even stole a raggedy Santa hat off a display before sauntering back over to the group. He placed it onto his head with a careless plop. “Very attractive.” Marko snickered.

“What ya think David, I make a pretty good Saint Nick don’t I?” Paul asked, checking out his reflection in his bike.

“You look stupid.” Marko answered, stealing the thoughts right out of David’s mind. Paul turned back to bark an insult and David grew bored of the interaction. He scanned the boardwalk taking in the pop up store that had set up shop. There were ones selling ornaments, another selling postcards and the biggest one was advertising photos with Santa. He snickered as he saw Micheal among the workers at Santa’s workshop, decked out in an elf outfit down to the pointy shoes.

Marko walked over to David, Santa hat now perched on his head. He followed his leaders gaze and let out a loud laugh. “Look at pretty boy!” He hollered, loud enough for Micheal to hear all the way across the boardwalk. Micheal whipped his head in their direction before flipping the group off. They all laughed as they made their way over to the display.

“That desperate for cash eh Micheal?” David teased, arm coming to wrap around the half vampire’s shoulders.

“Oh fuck off David I’m working.” Micheal grumped, shrugging off his arm and turning back to the table he was residing at. He was stacking greeting cards that were available for purchase, just as he finished placing the last one on top, Paul bumped the table causing it all to fall. “Shit.”

“Aw my bad Mikey.” Paul grinned, picking up the cards to hand them back. Micheal reached for them only for Paul to toss them all in the air. “Oops.”

“Will you guys just get out of here.” Micheal growled, picking up the cards that now littered the floor.

“Why do you want us gone so bad?” Marko asked, stepping on the card the other boy was going to pick up.

“Because you are scaring the children and you’re going to make me lose my job.” Micheal responded, stomping on Marko’s foot to make him lift off the card. Marko pushed him back, which would have lead to a fight if you hadn’t interrupted.

“Hey Micheal, Laura wanted me to come help you over here-“ You trailed off as you took in the site before you. Four guys who all looked like extras in an mtv video were huddled around Micheal, jeering at him until the picked up on your presence. Their gazes all snapped to you, they didn’t seem to blink as they all watched you round the table and settle in beside Micheal without another word.

“Or is this why you didn’t want us here?” David whispered, gloved hand coming to clap Micheal on the back. He tsked. “You were trying to hold out on us Micheal. That’s not very nice.” The two began a silent argument as you did you best to avoid the gazes of the other three men.

You kept your eyes cast downward as you restocked the cards, that was until a pair of eyes met yours. Your head snapped up as you started down at the blonde with the wild hair laying his head back on the table. He was leaning backwards against the table, head on the counter as he starred up at you. His eyes were blown wide as he gave you an open mouth smile. “You’re pretty.” He mused causing your face to warm up.

“Very Pretty.” You turned to the other blonde who spoke up. This one had curly hair and pretty eyes. He handed you a stack of cards that he had picked up from the floor, your hands brushed as he smirked.

“Thank you.” You smiled gratefully, placing the cards next to the others. “So are you.” Your compliment seemed to take the boy by surprise, his whole face turned red and he excused himself to go stand by the tall brunette, muttering to himself as he lite a cigarette. The brunette nodded at you, a soft smile on his lips. You nodded back with a smile of your own. It seemed these boys weren’t as tough as you had initially thought.

“Do you have a name princess?” You turned to face the one who you had heard Micheal address as David.

“I’m (y/n).”

“Just ignore these idiots (y/n).” Micheal mumbled, earning him a jap in the side from Paul.

“Don’t take his advise sweetheart, we’re kind of hard to ignore.” David joked, pushing Micheal to stand in between you two.

“Is that so?” You teased, tilting your head to the side as you looked at him. Noting his pale complexion and how cold his touch was when his fingers brushed over the exposed skin on your arm.

“And we don’t take kindly to it.” The twisted sister look alike added, jumping up to sit on the counter.”

“What time to you get off?” David asked, his eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t quite place.

“In about 10 minutes.” You answered.

“Well then we’ll be waiting for you and pretty boy by our bikes. Meet us when you’re done.” That was all David said before he turned and walked off, the others following close behind.

Micheal side eyed you, hands fixing his tilted elf cap. “I hope you aren’t thinking of going with them.”

You smiled, looking at him from under your lashes. “I don’t know they seem like fun.”

“They’re dangerous.” Micheal warned, hand coming to lay over yours.

“Aw, are you worried about me?” You cooed taking his hand in yours, causing him to scoff and pull away, his cheeks tinted pink.

“You wish.”

“Don’t worry Micheal I’ll be fine.” There was a feeling gnawing at you, warning you that there was something off with those men but you pushed it to the back of your mind. “After all, how dangerous can they be?”

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys x female reader #the lost boys x you #the lost boys david #david the lost boys #david the lost boys x reader #micheal emerson #Micheal Emerson x reader #paul the lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #Marko the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys #fanfiction #christmas in july #the lost boys michael

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🕯️ with Paul please? ❤️❤️

“ I'll listen. I'll always listen. ”

requested.

unedited.

3.15.23

I hope you enjoy this :) I planned this to be... kinda very angsty

pairing┋paul! x fem! reader

warnings┋angst!! and fluff. mentions of anxiety. sad reader. mentions of death. swearing. breakdown/panic attack. takes place in the early 2000's for plot purposes.

summery┋you had just gotten news about an unexpected death in the family. you tried going to the others, but they were occupied with... other things. however, paul decides you're more important and comforts you.

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it was the worst time possible when you had gotten the news. you had been out on the boardwalk, star and laddie off someplace else - they had left you alone upon your request, because you never got alone time to yourself these days. although you loved your boys, it could get very... crowded sometimes. just, dealing with loudness and rowdiness all the time was tiring. nonetheless though, you loved the goofballs.

but, standing in line for a soda and soft pretzel and then getting a call that your mother had died was not something you planned. you had just stepped off to the side, drumming your trimmed nails against the wooden railing you leaned against when the familiar ringing of your phone went off. with scrunches brows, your hand dove into your jacket pocket to retrieve the device; you just wondered who in the heck was calling so late.

after flipping the device open and pressing the required button, not checking the id, you put it to your ear. “ hello? ”

“ y/n... ” a shaky, cracked voice called out your name. the connection really sucked from where tou were at, so the voice came out crackly, but you could definitely make out that it was your younger brother. he sounded like he had been... crying, which was odd. it concerned you, which is why you quickly looked over to the pretzel stand, eyeballing the cart to make sure your order wouldn't be ready anytime soon. you didn't need a distraction. “ junior.. what is it? ” you finally answered, worry lacing your voice.

he never called you unless it was to borrow money, or update you on the dogs at home, or to just be a little brat with his pranks. and he rarely cried, which is why something in your gut was telling you to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.

“ it's.. ” junior hiccuped harshly, stopping him from talking mid sentence. this caused anxiety to swell on your chest, but you waited patiently for him to speak - you rather not startle him more than he already is.

“ — it's mom. ” after calming down partially, he gave you his vague answer; strain coating his vocals on the other end. you could tell this was very serious. that's why, upon the mention of your mother, you gulped heavily. eyes shifting to look down at the boards of the boardwalk, before you turn, looking out to the darkened ocean. you tended to constantly move when anxious, which is why you very so fidgety. “ what about mom? ”

“ she— ” you could hear a ‘ pop! ’, almost as if none met skin, kind of like a punch. you imagined it was him covering his mouth, because a muffled sob reached your ears. this immediately caused your heart to sink. “ junior? junior— ” tears were now gathering behind your waterline. you could feel the familiar itch in your nose, one you got when you were on the verge of crying. “ junior, please answer me. you're scaring me. ”

“ ... she's dead, y/n. ”

‘ what? ’

your eyes were, hands shaking. breath instantly coming out in heavy puffs; clouds of pure white coating the space in front of you from the chill of the night. you couldn't control the tremble your body was producing, making your phone slip from your hand and hit the deck.

“ ma'am? ” the employee who worked at the pretzel stand called to you, drink and food in hand, but you couldn't bother to turn around. your eyes were dead set on the view in front of you - which, actually, wasn't a view at all. your vision was blurry. your head was starting to pound. everything around you was fuzzing in and out; ringing taking place within your ears. was this a panic attack? is this what that felt like?

god, you couldn't breathe. our of there... you needed to get out of there.

so, you ran. you didn't even feel your legs move, nor acknowledge that you were once in the middle of the small amusement park and now bolting full speed towards the bridge. all you knew is that breathing was hard - you were hiccuping. chest falling up and down so fast that your lungs stuttered, making you cough. making your chest vibrate so violently, that you cried even harder.

the droplets kept falling and falling. you nearly fell yourself; stumbling over rocks and weeds that were much too tall, just to make it to the familiar rickety staircase that you hated. it squeaked so damn much. but you didnt even hear that sound, nor care. what was important was making it to the boys. you needed them.

sobbing, sleeve of your jacket brought up to your nose, you violently wiped at your face to rid yourself of the snot that came from your nose and the tears that leaked into your mouth. you were simply a mess. stopping to lean against the wall and clean yourself up a little was a smart move - only because, if the guys saw you like this, they'd flip shit. why? the idea of someone putting you in such a state makes them lose it.

you evened out your breathing a bit. arms raised above your head, against the dusty outside wall; head ducked down and eyes closed. breathing in slowly, shakily... only to hold it and then let it out. you repeated this process a few times, before you were somewhat functionable. by time you reopened your eyes, the tears that had cascaded down your cheeks dried up; leaving you to feel gross and groggy.

pushing yourself off the wall, though wobbling a bit, you made it down into the cave.

what you didn't expect to hear though was harsh arguing, the throwing of shit, and david yelling. you could only guess marko or paul did something again.

and, you were proven right once you hit the slope, and the familiar bound of curls speed walked past you, practically fuming. you swallowed, figuring it'd be bad to call out to him. when marko was angry, it was an ugly site to see... so that was a no for you.

next stop was david. you carefully got down, before walking over to david, who was sitting in his famous wheelchair. but... he didn't look too good either. head down, stable in his hands, while his elbows sat perched on his knees. his leg was slightly shaking, indicating what you heard was definitely an argument - and he was pissed.

usually david would try to clear his head to still talk with you if something was the matter, but as of right now he looked as if he'd break your neck if you even tapped him on the shoulder. so, huffing through your nose, you tapped him out.

you turned, walking away, but-

“ y/n. ” his deadly calm voice held an aggressive tone to it as he spoke your name. you flinched, stopping in your tracks. you didn't even bother to look back at him; he'd see the state of your being, and you rather not deal with that. “ did you need something, doll? ”

“ ... no. just looking for dwayne. ” you were sure your voice was shaky and pathetically raw, but you knew it'd be a shit storm if you didn't answer him.

david chuckled sarcastically. “ good luck with that. he took off once marko busted his skateboard. ” hearing the flick of his lighter, one could only guess he was lighting up another cigarette. “ you know how much he loves that stupid fuckin’ thing. ”

oh, he was definitely upset.

but, dwayne wasn't available either? you might as well not even look for paul. he was probably off getting high... or eating... or, maybe, marko broke something of his as well and he's just as pissed. It'd make sense.

you sighed. “ okay... tha-nks. ” your voice cracked, but before david could even say anything you were fleeing out of the cave again. you thought maybe he'd chase after you... but, alas, he did not. surprisingly, you were thankful for it.

maybe being alone is what you needed. that's what you had thought to yourself, when you made your way back towards the rusty ol’ bridge. often, you'd come on it and sit on the edge, just to think. which is what you were doing at that moment. you slowly dragged your feet over, until the tips of your boots touched to the red-brown railing. swallowing once more, followed by a sniffle, you reached a palm down; pressing it to rhe ground so you could situate yourself properly.

once your thighs hugged around one of the beams so you wouldn't fall, you pressed your cheek to the crusty metal. usually, you wouldn't dare risk catching something from the old thing, but as of now you couldn't find it in yourself to care. you felt... hollow. empty.

as fhe minutes past, you stared down into the fog, your gaze rather dull. nothing floated through your mind except for the regret of not being there for your brother. It hurt to know he was alone in this.. your dad wasn't around, and your older sister was in jail. It was only him, your mom and you. and now he had no one.

“ hey, shortcake.. ” lips had pressed to the shell of your ear, the low drop of a soft voice tickling you. since you didn't hear anyone coming you jumped, but after quickly looking over your shoulder, you relaxed instantly.

“ paul.. ” breathing out his name, your gaze softened. “ I thought you were busy.. why are you here? ”

paul scoffed, his blue eyes shining in the slight glow that radiated from the moon above. “ busy? fat chance. ” he plopped himself down beside you, and only then did you notice the blood stains on his pants. looks like he was being messy with his meal again. “ I got a kick feed and came back. did you know the cave is wrecked? ” he looked at you, raising his brows in an exaggerated manner. “ apparently marko and david got into it, man. even broke my toaster. ”

paul scoffed, rather annoyed now that he mentioned it. “ how the hell am I supposed to toast those eggos now? ”

any other time you'd break into giggles, but right now you couldn't find it in yourself to even smile. the quietness was quickly picked up on, which is why paul actually looked at you now. his baby blues stared you down; lips tugging into a form, brows drawing together.

“ hey, princess... ” his voice was soft now. serious. “ y'okay? ” he questioned with such care, that the stone expression you had managed to wear finally.. broke. your rosey lips wobbled, readying you to cry once more. so you looked away, hiding your face away from him within the shadows of the night.

“ hey, hey- ” the blonde turned his body, so that one leg folded in; a position comfortable enough for him the lean forward and grab onto the hand that was facing towards him. he interlaced your fingers, squeezing, the gesture soft and warm. “ c'mon. talk to me, sweetie. ”

“ it's... It's just.. ” your voice was coming out in shambles again. breathing uneasily folding in, only this time coming out more short. “ i-i- ”

“ y/n. ” paul's face turned solemn, eyes blinking with all seriousness. “ baby, deep breathes- in and out. theeere you go. ” his free hand slipped up to curve over your back, rubbing gentle circles. “ I got you... now please, tell me what's wrong. ”

“ I don't.. ” exhaling heavily, wobbly, you continued to speak. “ I rather not b.. bother you with it. I.. before, maybe, but you probably don't want to hear something... so pathetic. ”

“ princess. ” paul spoke your name with such a tone, so soft and melting, that you couldn't help but turn your head once he pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger. his eyes were lidded, gentle... as smooth as butter was his gaze. It took your breath away. but in a different manner.

“ I'll listen. I'll always listen. ”

he was very much true to his word. paul always took in your emotions. when you were happy, when you were mad.. when you felt like shit, just like now. he's always been there to care, even if you didn't realize.

“ my mom... ” your voice was cracking as you spoke, fresh tears gathering once more. “ she's dead.. ”

an ‘ o ’ shaped formed on paul's lips. that is not what he was expecting. he knew you didn't have the best relationship with your mother, but getting news about her passing... he just knows that killed you.

“ oh, baby.. ” he mumbled, sadness heavy on his tongue. “ come here... ” he opened up his arms, which you had no hesitation springing into. once you snuggled your face into his neck, he buried his nose into your hair. “ I'm so sorry. I'm always here for you, I hope you know that. ”

“ I do. ” you breathed, tightening your hold on the male. he too, tightened his hold on you, rocking you both back and forth.

you felt so safe with him paul... and, realizing just how much he cared about you, you couldn't help but mentally hit yourself in the head.

it'll always be you and the guys, but as of right now, it's just you and him.

and honestly? you couldn't help but relish in it.

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