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madnessr · 11 months

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Last Night Part Two

Poly Lost Boys + Michael x Reader

Synopsis: You still ponder what really killed you, the day you died or the day you lost your humanity. When the dawn becomes something you'll never see again, will you ever be able to accept your new nature?

Summary: Micheals Ex-Girlfriend received a concerning phone call from Lucy begging her to come and check up on a now distant and unrecognizable Micheal. But what was meant to be a simple reunion and check-in, instead leads to four very rambunctious bikers and an old lover, to be extremely opposed to letting you leave again.

Warning: Animal mutilation, blood, blood drinking, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, some angst, grinding, murder, corrupted representation of Christianity

Part One

Word Count: 10k

There will be no explicit or detailed smut because I wanted to keep this fic gender neutral! I'm sorry to anyone who expected some spicer scenes with our boys!

Your comments and reblogs mean the world to me and motivate me to keep writing! Please keep leaving them since I love to read them! This will be the final chapter in the"Last Night" series since I'm dying to write about something new. Let me know what you thought of this!

If you needed to explain how you were feeling, the best way to describe it would be in a state of constant panic. Your mind was throbbing, eyes catching onto everything, yet nothing simultaneously. You had become all too aware of the rising sun, the bright light blinding you. Planting a powerful migraine against your head. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't feel but felt everything at the same time. Heard nothing but could make sense of the squirrels hopping from branch to branch. You cried, utterly unaware of where you were. In that moment of panic, when that monster finally let you go. You didn't look back; you didn't stop until you felt like you had put enough distance between you and Santa Carla.

You sat somewhere in the forest, crawled against a tree as if the wide bark would somehow hide you as you wheezed for air. The moist soil underneath you tainted your pants, leaving you looking exactly how you felt. Some of your blood had soaked up into the top of your shirt, while the rest grew dry and uncomfortable against your skin.

Your body ached. Your teeth burned, and so did your hands. Glancing down, you nearly threw yourself back into despair at the sight of your sharp, nail-like claws. What happened to you? And most importantly, what were you now?

You couldn't help but wail, your knees pressed tightly against your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself. As if you could protect yourself from whatever was happening, even though you knew how nonsensical that hope was. It still provided some comfort for you.

You had stayed in the position for hours, and although your sobbing was long replaced with tiredness, you tried staying awake. But something about the sun forced your eyes closed, and when you opened them once more, the sun was setting, and your throat burned. You groaned, sitting up from your lying position. You didn't know what to do; you couldn't return to Lucy's, especially if she had something to do with this. The thought made your stomach tie itself in knots, a sinking feeling nearly pressing you against the ground. How have you gotten yourself into this position?

How could anyone do this to you? Your fists balled at the thought, your sharp nails slicing into your palm. You slowly got up, stumbling around for a little. You could hear so much, could see more precisely than ever before. It gave you a massive headache; some part of you just wanted to curl up against the tree stump and wake up from this nightmare. But you couldn't, no matter how much that thought broke you. This was real; whatever was happening was real.

You stumbled aimlessly through the woods, trying to figure things out away from the rest of society. A part of you felt safe, knowing that he couldn't find you in the middle of nowhere. The sharp sound of a twig snapping pulled you out of your thoughts, predatory eyes instantly zeroing in on the location the sound originated from. The sound came from a bush, the leaves rustling as something clearly nudged and navigated through the shrubbery. You stood still, not trusting yourself. A peculiar itch, almost like a nervous tick, urged you towards the noise. Your hands craved for something, your teeth ached, and your throat felt dry. Your body screamed for something you didn't understand or refused to recognize.

Your breath caught in your throat as a small, brown bunny peeked out from the bushes. Its small button nose twitched as it sniffed and analyzed its surroundings. It's cheeks made the whiskers flick, small paws tapping the ground several times before dedicating the mossy floor save enough to hop on. You froze, that nagging urge growing into a raging protest. Before you could even hesitate to question the simple thought, you pounced. The small, high-pitched screech of the bunny brought tears to your eyes as you gripped it. Getting the small fluffy body to your mouth and biting into it. The tiny creature uttered another small cry before going silent, its previously kicking paws and legs halting before slowly sinking and stilling completely. But you didn't care; you couldn't, not when that god-awful nectar was pouring down your throat. Calming the fire, quenching your pain, all through the price of another.

You were messy, and the grip of your jaw was so fierce that you could hear several crunching of bones under your grip. You gulped up whatever you could, blood dripping out the corners of your mouth, trailing down your neck, and staining your shirt collar. You sucked until nothing came out of the poor bunny anymore, letting go and looking down at the life you just stole. Realization dawns on you like boulders, dropping the poor lifeless body and beginning to weep. You killed something; you killed that bunny. You felt hysterical, hands twisting themselves in your hair as you hyperventilated. The word monster takes the form of a mantra, marching to the beat of your racing heartbeat.

The burning in your throat died down but was quickly replaced by the aching of your heart. Mourning what you had done it took you nearly an hour to calm down. You had tried wiping and scrubbing off the blood on your body, most likely smudging and making your appearance much worse, but at the moment, all you wanted was that crimson color off of you. It stained, and you weren't sure if you could ever indeed wash it off. It didn't stain your skin, but your soul would bear this mark for eternity.

You gently shifted the bunny, starting to dig a small hole beside the bushes it hopped out from. Your appearance couldn't get any worse now, blood and dirt-stained clothes. Grimy hands, the dark soil stuck underneath your fingernails. When considering the hole deep enough to prevent any predator from digging up the carcass, gently lower the bunny, covering it with dirt and patting the ground flat afterward. You sat before the makeshift grave, not knowing what to think or feel. There was too much, and as you sat rooted to the ground, you tried figuring out what to do next. A small thought came to you: if anyone could help you now, at least give you refuge, it would be the church. Wasn't that their whole shtick? Providing aid and guidance in moments of doubt, because if that was the case, you'd be a perfect candidate for practicing their moral codes.

But you had spent nearly the entire day wallowing and mourning your old life, who you were, and fearing what the setting sun made you. No, showing up the way you were now, covered in blood, was a sure way to send a raging mob after you holding pitchforks and blazing torches. You needed to find shelter, hide out the night, and adequately recuperate. But you had no money, and you'd rather die than return to Lucy's home.

Was that why she had actually brought you here? The thought made your skin colder than it was, but an even worse thought crossed your mind. Twisting your heart in a brutal, vice-like grip. Did Michael know?

Time seemed to tick past you at that moment, the singing breeze creating a symphony of rustling bushes and leaves. It all moved through you, past you, like you weren't really there. You didn't want to breathe, think, or even consider that thought a possibility. Micheal had always been a lousy liar. Currently, that was the only knowledge you had to ground yourself. You tried to control your breathing, but with your rampaging thoughts and the subtle taste of copper in your mouth, you just couldn't. It wasn't that easy, and looking ahead simply felt too overwhelming for you. So, you took things step-by-step, figuring the first thing you could do was get out of this damned forest.

So, you began walking straight ahead following the setting sun. The orange hue occasionally broke through the thick foliage of branches and leaves. Cascading delicate beams of light onto the mossy floor, the beauty of the sight calmed you. It felt separate from the rest of the world, like a slight pause for you to soak up before returning to the never-resting society you belonged—or instead, used to belong to.

You couldn't tell how long you walked or where you were, but you knew you had finally made it when you saw the flash of car lights. The sun had finally died for the day, lessening your headache considerably. You finally made it to a gravel-like road, not having any official pavement but clearly hardened from car tires throughout the years. You watched as the car drove on, hoping to follow it to a more populated area. You let the path guide you. You had to be careful; the course contained so many depressions and holes in the ground you didn't want to accidentally twist your ankle. With your current streak of bad luck, you wouldn't put something so ridiculous above you. The longer you walked, the more you couldn't help but wonder how anyone could travel down this path in a car without getting incredibly motion sick.

However, when you finally saw a house in the upcoming clearing, you weren't greeted by the gradual introduction of neighborhood streets but instead a large farm. Fields and crops litter the area to your left, while pens are to your right. No doubt about yielding livestock. The area practically reeked of cows in the most unpleasant way imaginable. But you found yourself relieved; a farm like this wouldn't have the toughest surveillance to beat, if any, and you felt safer knowing that. You snuck around, keeping yourself hidden as you watched the farmer exit his truck and enter his home.

You could see so much clearer if the sun had never really set. You glanced around before you found a wooden barn on the south side of the field, rushing your way over and trying to pry the rusted doors open. It didn't work, at least it wouldn't if you didn't want to rip the door off its hinges. You walked around, seeing a broken window. Small, sharp jagged pieces of glass still stuck out here and there, but you managed to lift yourself through it. Not without a complimentary scratch, a low hiss escaped you as you glanced at your cut arm. Your eyes watched as your blood cried from the cut, and a sick part of you was tempted to lick it clean.

The barn was clearly too old to still be in use; the only company you had was heaps of hay, creaking wood, and a roof that threatened to collapse onto you any minute. The barn had two stories, although the second story only covered one-half of the first floor, a long unstable ladder leading towards it. You had come so far, and the thought of being above viewpoint was somewhat comforting. So, you carefully climbed up the ladder. Letting out a sigh of relief when you made it, throwing yourself onto a lump of hay in the far corner. You felt hidden, away from anything or anyone.

"They ought' to be here!" Paul exclaimed, clearly exasperated and exhausted from this situation. They had been looking for you all night, neither of them being able to get an ounce of rest knowing you, their mate, had gone missing in Santa Carla of all places. They had traced your steps the next evening when you failed to show up, following your faint scent into a shady alleyway. To say Marko nearly hyperventilated at the smell and sight of your dried blood was an understatement. They were all beyond worried, sick to the bone. Their only consolation is that you were alive; they would've felt it had your bond died. No, you were still alive, and they couldn't rest until they found you.

"I smell it too; it's faint. They must've been here; their blood must've dried a while ago." Dwayne hadn't spoken a word since you went missing, only ever speaking up when he needed to. He had to remain calm; in a situation like this, David and the others needed a rock to ground themselves on, and despite the emotional anguish he felt, clawing at his heart to cry out for you senselessly, he remained stoic.

"Search the area. I don't care if you have to stick your nose in the filthy soil; find where the scent leads." David growled; he felt the worst out of everyone; he felt a horrible, cumbersome chain tying itself around his throat. Guilt. He was the coven leader; his job was to ensure his mates were safe. He was immortal, a god-damned creature of hell, but what was the point of being invincible if he couldn't even protect the people who mattered? He shouldn't have let you go that night; he shouldn't have listened to the others. It was in his instinct to take you with him, to keep you in his sight, safe.

None of them really conversed much since you disappeared, sure they were all mates, but your absence left them incomplete. If the conversation wasn't about finding you, they didn't have it.

Micheal was fairing the worst, an undeniable feeling of guilt similar to David's settling on his body. Sure, David was supposed to protect everyone. But ultimately, he was the reason you came to Santa Carla in the first place. Maybe if he had hidden it better, his adjustment to his new life, his mother would've never sent you here to hell city of all places.

Marko couldn't stay still; he had even tried some of Paul's more vigorous weeds to keep him calm. But he couldn't, rushing from place to place like a frightened cat. Some might mistake this as hyperness, but the boys knew the real reason. Pure, unfiltered anxiety. Like a bunny hopping from place to place, a weasel who can't stay still, Marko found you first. Sleeping in a curled, protective form, body covered in several pieces of hay. But the sight of dried blood over you, not hearing your heartbeat, his world crashed down onto him.

“Y/N?” His voice was croaked, raw from emotion. The simple word, breathless as it was, caught the attention of everyone.

Marko kneeled, letting his hand ghost your shoulder and arm before shaking you. Seeing your eyes open, as tired and irritated as they were, brought such relief to him that he could cry. However, Paul was a step ahead of him, being the first to join Marko in fussing over you.

David, Dwayne, and Micheal followed soon after. Dwayne wasted no time helping you sit up, carefully inspecting your body until letting his eyes land on the cut on your arms, studying it carefully before grabbing the cloth tied around his waist and making a makeshift bandage to prevent dirt from coming into your wounds.

"What happened to you?" Micheal finally piped up, grabbing your hands and inspecting the dried blood. He only let out his own breath when he realized it wasn't your blood. He pulled you into a tight hug, his hold tight and unrelinquishing as he nuzzled his head into the top of your hair.

"Stop hogging her!" Paul complained, shoving Micheal off. It wasn't anything too forceful, more like a nudge. When Micheal pulled away to fight with Paul, Marko swooped in and pulled you into his arms. Taking on a similar position to Micheals. "You made us worried." He murmured into your neck, giving you another squeeze to reassure yourself you were there. Safe in his arms again.

All the boys had been so ecstatic to see you; even David's shoulders dropped as he sighed of pure relief. But he was more analytical than the others; he recognized the lack of your heartbeat. The way blood seemed to cling onto you, he could sense it. Somehow, you had become a vampire. The thought made him cold, even more, frigid than he already was. No, his anger was blazing, but it did not radiate a scalding heat but the opposite. His fury was glacial.

"Wait outside for us." His authoritative voice commanded, sending silence across the shabby barn. They all send pleading looks toward you before slowly leaving. Dwayne grabbed David's shoulder, reminding him to be gentle with whatever the bleach blonde had planned. When the boys had finally left, you felt your ability to breathe return. You had been so overwhelmed, thousands of thoughts and questions running through you. Why weren't they afraid? You were a bloody mess! You could understand Micheal looking for you, but the others as well?

Your small moment of relief was quickly replaced with dread as you realized you were alone in a room with a man you couldn't bring yourself to lie to. It was silent, the sound of singing crickets seemingly decorating the night air. It would be relaxing if you didn't hate the oppression its silence came with. Slowly getting up, you winced at the reopening of your cut.

David slowly walked over, carefully reaching out and cupping your cheeks. He stayed like that momentarily, simply soaking in the sight of you before him. Eventually, his hand traveled lower before pushing down the collar of your shirt, revealing the two puncture wounds that changed your life forever. His eyes flashed yellow, a low, animalistic sound escaping him.

"Who?"

"What?" You snapped yourself out of your lost haze, finally meeting David's cold stare. It wasn't directed at you, but you, unfortunately, didn't know that.

"Who did this to you?"

The question seemingly transported you. Back into the body of a helpless individual, losing their lives in a dingy alleyway. The fear, the panic, it made you crumble. Your knees went weak as you wobbled back onto the floor. "I—" you struggled, trying to put on a brave face in front of such stern eyes. "I—I didn't know them."

That answer provided a scowl to erupt across David's features, a feeling of uselessness washing over him. How was he supposed to avenge you if you couldn't give him anything to work off of? He sighed, his mind wanting to push further, but a simple glance at your quivering form prevented him from doing so. "Come on, rosebud, let's get you somewhere safe." He eventually settled on that, watching you stumble before picking you up. If he hadn't pushed you enough tonight, he lifted off the ground to reach the bottom, and promptly, the outside of the barn sent your mind reeling.

You wanted to run, but the feeling of being in someone's arms. Someone you knew, someone who felt oddly safe to you had you staying. The boys glanced at you two, Dwayne coming over and taking you from David's arms. He saw your weak and drowsy state, his heart clenching at the sight. "She hasn't had enough blood." He started calmly, watching you soullessly rest your head against his chest. "We'll give her some in the cave, then she'll be able to recover someplace safe." Dwayne nodded at David's statement, readjusting you in his arms. The movement prompted you to open your eyes, the smell of his leather jacket oddly settling to you. "Get some rest Y/N; we'll take care of you now. You'll feel better soon," you nodded slowly. Closing your eyes and resigning yourself to whatever the future holds for you now. It couldn't get any worse anyways.

"Are they still sleeping?"

An exasperated sigh echoed throughout the cave, Dwayne rolling his eyes before rubbing his temples. "You asked five minutes ago; yes, they're still sleeping!"

A loud hush followed from David and Micheal, both scolding the two for talking so loudly. Everyone was on edge; you had slept for nearly two days now. And although odd sleeping patterns weren't rare for fledglings, you were a neglected fledgling, which provided them all with many concerns and worries. The birth of a new vampire was often labeled as a fledgling, as in the eyes of vampires, you, and your very unique nature, was akin to that of a baby. Similarly to neglecting babies upon birth, they weren't sure what consequences you'd suffer from upon waking.

"David, we need to wake them. They need to feed." Micheal chimed in, his need to coddle you almost overbearing. Although the boys had given him a fair share of tough love, they made sure his fledgling stage was a healthy one. He was more moody than ever, but changes like those were common for at least a year after turning. Although David acted the coldest, he had been the most persistent that Micheal was feeding enough and adequately. A complete mother-hen in denial.

David sighed, getting up from his wheelchair-like throne and making his way over to the bed you and Dwayne were snuggled in. The sight would've warmed his heart if the circumstances would've been different. He walked around before settling down on the edge of the bed closest to you. He gave Dwayne an approving nod, "Wake them; they've rested enough." He whispered, gently stroking your cold cheek before pulling away. His poor rosebud.

Dwayne gently shook your shoulder, shifting you off of him in order not to scare you when you woke up, watching you slowly stir awake, blinking the fatigue off of your cute expression.

For you, it has, somehow, gotten worse.

Waking up, you felt feverish; your body ached similarly to how it had done hours ago. When you had—had killed that bunny.

Your hand instinctively clutched at your throat, trying to somehow dull the ache. Your hearing was blurred, but you heard distant hushes and orders before fully coming too. Your eyes focused on the concerned figures of David and Dwayne, practically looking over you as Dwayne took your hand away from your throat, hushing your pain-fueled whines. "Shh, it's okay. You're okay." Dwayne's soft but stern voice seemed to stabilize you, but the familiar need left your body twisting and shifting. Every little muscle felt utterly uncomfortable, aching torturously.

David gently combed his fingers through your hair, trying his best to calm you down. Seeing his mate, his little vampire, in such distress ruined him. "It's okay, rosebud, we're here to help." He hummed, glancing at Dwayne as they silently communicated. They slowly helped you sit up, watching the way your hand unknowingly sharpened its nails. Your body prepares itself for a meal.

"What's happened?" You stammered, hating the way you were losing control. A deep sense of fear washed over you, draining into your being. "I—David, Dwayne—"You couldn't form a proper sentence, but the words you did manage to say put the two eldest vampires into a protective frenzy.

Dwayne hushed you, gently rubbing a soothing pattern against your back. David already shrugged off his jacket, shifting his shirt to properly expose his neck to you. He watched with narrowed eyes how your gaze halted against his suddenly exposed skin, watching the small bob of your throat as you swallowed at sight.

Dwayne gently cupped the back of your head, nudging you towards David. "You're hungry, baby; look at David. He's offering you a meal, sweetheart. You'll feel better once you feed; trust us; we'll take care of you."

Your unsure gaze flashed between them, that odd feeling once again tugging at you. Your body, more than ever, felt pulled to them; they gave you comfort. A need to be with them, and in a moment of weakness, you thought yourself giving in to them. Letting your body get pulled; once close enough, David snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to practically be sitting in his lap. You inhaled the sweet scent that seemingly surrounded David, making your tense shoulders loosen, your body easing into the comfort that David provided. The bleach blood rubbed your back, trying to soothe you further. "Come on, rosebud, let those instincts take over."

The two could tell you weren't going to take a bite on your own, your mind and body too perplexed to accept the reality of your situation. Dwayne reached over, letting one of his fingernails extend into a claw-like shape and making a small slash at David's neck, letting his crimson blood trickle from the wound.

As if the smell and sight triggered your buried instincts, you latched onto David's neck. Your fangs pierce the skin with a painful clumsiness typical for a fledgling. But the sound of your eager gulps had both of the vampires relaxing, Dwayne gently moving your hair to one side as David held you close. "That's it, good job." The blonde praised, keeping a firm but caring grip on the back of your head, not letting you go until you had a full feeding. The praise, the touch, and the comfort from both of them allow you to fully relax. Letting out small sighs of relief as you drank greedily, gulping down the sweet crimson from David. Letting his blood calm every screaming nerve inside you, replacing the dull ache with a welcomed high. "Good job, sweetheart; see how good it feels to feed?" Dwayne's voice cooed gently into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It took a while before you unlatched from David, his blood messily spread and smeared across your mouth. The sight nearly made Dwayne coo at your adorable form, your eyes a little glassy from feeling so overwhelmed. David, on the other hand, felt overly satisfied, watching your relaxed state of a post-feed high, gently nudging you to lay back down.

"What a messy little fledgling you are." He teased softly, chuckling as he watched your eyes droop. Now that your needs have been met, you feel an unexplainable tiredness, the suddenness of your exhaustion setting your nerves off once more. Before you could push yourself up again, Dwayne guided you back down. Covering you in a blanket, "Sleep baby, it's normal to feel tired after such a big meal."

You nodded, at that moment, not overthinking. "We'll be here when you wake up; rest now, rosebud." You heard David's voice whisper, the two vampires watching you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Once they were sure you were fully asleep, they slowly crawled out of the bed. Greeting the upset-looking vampires in the main hall, all angry about being benched by the oldest. "Why did you get to feed her?" Marko cursed, casting an irritated glare toward David, who sat back down with smugness. Flashing your sloppy bite mark off to the others with pride. "Because I'm the oldest and our coven leader Marko." He explained calmly, reveling in the jealousy of others.

Paul groaned, having laid himself back up on the couch. His head was hidden in one of the cushions. "They probably looked so cute.." Dwayne smiled, your hesitance and gradual acceptance being awfully adorable in his eyes. "They sure was." He mused, making both Marko and Paul groan.

Micheal sighed, a part of him just glad you ate. But he feared for what you'd be like after waking up from your nap, with a clear head this time. Would you hate him? Indeed you couldn't accept this life so quickly; among all of them, he was the only one who didn't see this feeding as acceptance. He knew you still had a lot of things to say, and none of the boys were ready to hear it.

When you woke up again, your body felt better, stronger, and more rejuvenated. You couldn't really remember what happened when you woke up the first time, only having a hazy memory of David and Dwayne being by your side. You sat up, looking around you and the bed you were In. The sheer curtains around the bed didn't let you see anything besides silhouettes around the cave, prompting you to get up and shift out of bed.

You glanced around, analyzing your surroundings. When did you get inside a cave? You could hear distant chatter, following the sound until you entered the central part of the cave. A decrepit fountain in the center of it all, your steps echoing across the stone floors.

"You're awake!" Paul perked up as he turned around at the sound of footsteps, grinning as he saw you. He waved you over, watching your confused stare before finally making your way around and sitting down on the couch beside him. The couch cushions were soft and overused, letting you practically sink into the pillow-like cushion.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his eyes carrying the familiar blown-out expression you were used to. "Right now? I'm surprisingly fine." Paul grinned at the answer, taking a quick drag of his joint before moving closer. "Now that's all I ever want to hear, baby."

"Piss off, you crack-head!" Micheal hissed, shoving Paul's face away from yours. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, standing up from the couch. "Micheal, we need to talk." You said sternly, ignoring the way Paul cackled behind you two.

The brunette nodded, walking back over to the bed the boys had set up for you. If David returned from his hunt early with Dwayne, the two overprotective vampires would roast him alive if they found out he had taken you out of their nest. He slid the curtains closed, trying to regain a semblance of privacy for you. "Okay," he murmured, crossing his legs as you two settled on the bed. "Hit me with it."

You sighed, initially wanting to leave wherever the hell you were. But you didn't seem to have the strength to settle back on the bed, sitting criss-cross and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "What the hell has been going on? I mean—what am I? What are you?" Questions kept escaping you like a bunch of word vomit, making Micheal hold up his hands to try and silence you.

"Slow down," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to hurt you with this information, but he knew it was a hard pill to swallow.

"Firstly, you're a vampire. We're not sure from who, but someone had turned you. The act is done by being bitten and then promptly consuming the other's blood."

As if the world didn't feel like it was falling down onto your shoulders, the cumbersome weight of your malicious reality certainly did wonders in keeping you in a constant state of disparity. You didn't want to believe Micheal, but you knew better than to sit in a puddle of denial. It wouldn't change a thing; you'd just drag out the pain longer. Before you could properly grieve your past life, the two devil twins came barging into your space. Jumping onto the mattress, making all of you bounce into the air before landing not so gracefully against the mattress.

"Jesus Christ, you two! Will you chill out? This ain't exactly easy for her to take in." Micheal argued, sitting back up with an irritated stare. But there was nothing much his words could do as the two blondes surrounded you.

"Cheer up, sugar! Being a vampire ain't all that bad; we can do some pretty cool things too!" Marko cheered, his energy quickly matched by Paul as they tried to cheer you up. They couldn't stand the sight of you sulking, no one in the cave could, but everyone was so preoccupied with your situation that even the century-old immortals didn't know what to do.

But you still couldn't get over the fact that you now had to kill people; what had happened to you filled you with such rage that you didn't know what to do with yourself. You had been wronged, and every fiber of your miserable being wanted to rip whoever did this to you apart by the seams. "Mhm, sounds great, Marko." You murmured into the crook of your arm, not really paying attention as you sat curled up on the bed.

Both Marko and Paul glanced at each other at your dull response, Paul's expression contorting to one of worry. He wasn't the best at comforting you, especially since he had wanted his turning, and although the thought of someone else harming you made his blood boil; in secret, a deeply-hidden part of him was glad. Now you were like them and could live together for the rest of your immortal lives. The two glanced at each other before nodding, bouncing off the cave and hiding behind the sheer curtains.

You hadn't even noticed them leaving, or at least you didn't acknowledge it. But the sound of subtle little squeaks had you lifting your head, letting out a small gasp of your own as you were bombarded by two blonde bats. One had fluffy blonde hair, while the other's fur appeared more curly, no doubt being reminiscent of the two blonde bikers. "Paul—Marko?" You called out, getting little chirps back in return. Paul flew around you a couple of times before landing on your head, making a mess of your hair. Marko didn't sit still, flying around you, giving you a slight nip here and there to keep you on edge as you laughed.

"I didn't know you could turn into bats!" You laughed, for a moment finding paece in the distraction the two provided. The sound of your small laughter provided the cave with an unseeable light, but all of them could feel it. Paul and Marko flopped back into their human form, grabbing your arm and hoisting you off of the bed. "Come on, darlin', you can do it too!" Paul cheered, Marko, nodding eagerly as the two distracted you.

Dwayne put the bag of clothes he had gotten for you in his hand down, letting his feet drop to the floor with David's. He let out a sigh, getting up and walking over to the two terror twins. "So she can fall onto the cave floor?" He asked, his disapproval clear in his authoritative tone.

"Lighten up, Dwayne! So you fall a little; what's so wrong with that? It's all part of the fun." Marko argued, mentally challenging Dwayne. Everyone knew their intention was to distract you, and although Dwayne couldn't stand the sight of you sulking, he wouldn't put you in danger, either. He prefers you brooding then having to you see your body black and blue from screaming bruises.

"You call falling on your ass fun?" Micheal chummed in, letting his body rest against the headboard of the bed, dramatically rubbing his butt to lighten the mood.

"Not everyone is as bad as you are when it comes to flying, Mikey," Paul argued, rolling his eyes.

"She shouldn't transform until she's had a proper meal." The authoritative voice of David chimes in, effectively ruining your mood. You wanted to stand up and argue with the blonde, to stomp your foot into the ground and demand he stops commanding you. But you were out of your element here; even if you wanted to be stubborn, you're just hurting yourself. "I am not killing anyone, David."

You watched his cold eyes narrow at you, wanting to watch you waiver, but seeing the resilient look on your face made him sigh. He pulled out a cigarette in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. His little mate was denying themselves proper health, and although he might act uncaring, it was worrying him sick. The boys had agreed to give you some time to adjust, but as the coven leader, it was his job to assure the health and safety of all his members. Especially you.

"Don't worry about it; you can still drink from us whenever you feel hungry." Micheal hummed, his tone gentle and reassuring as he rested his hand on your shoulder. Gently rubbing the tense muscle as you settled back into your seat. You nodded, cringing subtly at the idea before deciding to drop it.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Paul's sultry voice echoed in your ear, making your hands twitch with an unfamiliar itch. Excitement spreads through you, filling you with a sense of adrenaline. You slowly realized what position you were actually in, Paul lying underneath you, your hips straddling his as he rested his hand on your thigh. In your roughness, his jacket seemed to half slide down his shoulders, now resting against the crevice of his elbows. His mesh-like top left little to the imagination, his pale chest on display for your hungry eyes. He looked delicious.

As if Paul could tell he was losing your attention, he rutted his hips against your aching nerves. Letting out a shaky sigh, his signature crooked grin spreading across his features as he watched you suck in a breath. "Eyes on me baby, just feel with me, yeah?" Despite neither of you needing air, he sounded practically breathless; but you also felt breathless. Your post-drinking haze left your body so sensitive, every little spark of friction igniting a new addiction deep within you. You two felt like pure sin.

You have been in the cave for about two weeks now. Letting yourself feed regularly off of the vampires you were staying with, none of you liked to address the elephant in the room that was your turning. The mate bond between you all had strengthened, leading you all to be closer than before throughout this time. Even David acted softer around you. But something you weren't prepared for was the many feelings associated with feeding, more specifically the lust.

In all your rampant thoughts, you failed to see Marko pull the sheer curtain back, his eyes lighting mischievously at the display. He tugged off his boots, slowly sneaking over to you; your back still turned to him. He watched silently before slowly pushing himself against you. His chest against your back, the smell of the forest and fresh blood sticking to his skin. You moaned at the smell, letting the back of your head rest against his shoulder. As if sensing your uncertainty about actually indulging yourself, Marko slowly let his delicate hands trail towards your hips. Slowly, he guided yours to grind against Paul's aching bulge.

You let out a shaky breath, one that came out shaky and chopped as you let your body tingle at the feeling. Although it felt good at that very moment, it only fueled your need. Your hand gripped Markos, a weak attempt at stopping him from tempting you.

"Ah ah, let me darlin'." He mused, his tone so coy you could practically hear his smugness. He continued rocking your hips, one of the hands holding your hips gradually moving upwards sensually before ending at your chin. Cupping the skin in a firm grip, he slowly removed your head hiding in the crook of his neck and titled it towards the debauched sight of a panting Paul. His bottom lip was caught in between his lips, and one of his eyes squeezed shut as his chest heaved up and down in a complete state of breathlessness.

"Look at him, all messy for you." He pointed out, moving your hips to push particularly roughly against Paul, making both of you moan at the friction. Unlike Dwayne and Michael, Marko and Paul didn't want to comfort you in the sense that this situation was terrible, but instead accept what you now were. How good it could feel, what it was like to have the freedom to explore every ounce of your most concealed secrets.

"Lesson one of being a vampire," Marko mused, removing his hold on you. The two changed positions with you. Paul now leaning his back against the headboard, legs spread with you in between them, your back pressed against his chest. His hand trailed around your waist, teasing your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingers now torment your searing skin, which in reality was just as freezing as the two blondes was. Marko nudged your legs open, laying on his front so his head rested conveniently between your thighs. He guided them open, caressing your skin soothingly.

"Feeding is often accompanied by an insatiable–" Marko purred, kissing up the length of your thigh. "And nearly irresistible," He continued but was cut off by Paul, who had begun massaging your sides; "hunger," Paul finished.

"So why don't you lean back and let us care for ya'?" Paul mused, practically whispering the phrase into your ear. In a similar fashion, you would've imagined the snake talking Eve into biting into the apple, Paul and Marko were the current embodiment of Lucifer for you, and this time you weren't in the mood to repent. No, you'd welcome the flames of hell eagerly, the masochist inside you hoping to feel the sting of its flames. With a nod of your head, a messy high clouding you with need, you officially sold your soul to the two devils holding you.

Marko grinned, his lips trailing kisses up your thigh, inching closer to where you needed him to be. They were teasing you, your needy eyes watching Marko kiss over your most needy spot, his teeth nipping the top of your pants, one of his fangs sticking out from the fabric. He looked up, his darkened gaze connected with yours as he patiently pulled your undergarments down.

As if in a desperate attempt not to lose your attention, Paul nipped at your neck. The sudden action sends a small jolt of electricity through you, pulling a soft mewl from you. Marko cooed at the noise while Paul chuckled, both clearly amused by your current state. They knew how hormonal fledglings could be, like animals in heat; Micheal was no different.

They had helped him out too, and they were most eager to provide their services now as well.

No matter how hard they tried, how often they showed you the normality in their ways. You couldn't wrap your head around it, that nagging resistance keeping you awake. You couldn't enter this life without committing yourself to a final attempt at regaining your old one. So, when the others went out to eat after feeding you. You left, setting out for your last, and final attempt at regaining your old humanity.

The leaves rustled with a strange ferocity as you pushed your way through the untraveled path. You didn't want to accept what you were; there needed to be an alternative. You didn't want to admit it, so when the daunting forest around your figure cleared, you saw the back of the church. You wanted to believe in that hope, that perhaps all these values preached and thrown down your throat had a purpose.

The forest was at the back of the church, revealing a small garden enclosed by a white picket fence. You hopped it, letting your bloody hands stain the purity of its color permanently. You rushed towards the back door, balling your first and desperately pounding in the creaky wooden door. You quickly shifted your focus, trying to open the door and jiggling the handle. "Please! Someone—anyone, please!"

Not hearing an answer, you stumbled back. Your tears make you choke on your own sorrow, rushing around toward the front of the building. "Please, Father! Anyone, please!" You begged, continuing to slam your hand against the door. It wasn't until it opened that you stood stunned, chest heaving, hands stained, and body soaked. You wailed in front of this man's sanctuary. Begging entry.

The man appeared elderly, with white and gray hair dominating the little hair he still had left on his head. His black cassock made his position as a priest clear, but you didn't dare move. You felt the need to be invited in.

"Goodness! Child, come, come inside." He ushered you into the old building; there were candles lighting the area, casting everything in a warm glow. You stepped inside, unable to stop your shaking, until the man covered you in a blanket. He was probably trying to provide your frigid body with warmth. "What happened to you?"

"Father, please, you need to help me. I need help—please, I need aid." You stammered, letting him guide you into a back room away from the main hall. He listened to you, his brows and face contorted in worry. "Calm down; you are safe now."

The room seemed less decorated but more elaborate than you would've thought it would be in the church, but you didn't say much as you sat down in the empty chair across the old desk. This must've been some sort of office. The priest stared for a moment, his gaze lingering on your stained hands before shuffling around the desk. His shoes thumped across the red carpet covering half of the dark oak floors. He sat down, letting his hands intertwine, and he rested them folded on the edge of the desk. "So, my child, what brings you here? What has brought you to my doors in such distress?"

You needed a moment to collect yourself for that question. What hadn't happened to you in the last week? Every horror imaginable seemed to be flowing through your life at the moment. A part of you wanted to lie, but you knew that hiding the true nature of your case would prevent you from getting any practical help. This was necessary. Clearing your throat, you slowly gather your perseverance to continue.

"Father, you must believe what I have to say. I am new to Santa Carla, but in my stay, I've encountered death and despair more than in any other place." You started, your voice shook and a clear representation of what you were feeling, utterly distraught. The man nodded, seemingly focused on you as he urged you to continue. "But what I originally thought were simple gangsters, feuds, and typical street violence became much darker. Vampires, Father, Vampires reside in this town, and I've found myself to be one of them."

You were desperate; frantic eyes watched the man inhale and lean back in his chair. He thought deeply, or at least the look of concentration was deeply etched into the creases of his face. He sighed, uncrossing his hand and gently reaching out to rest a comforting hand on top of yours.

"My child, I've read the bible well. The true structure of this world and how it came to be, the only time vampires were ever named—or mentioned. Alukah only ever being mentioned in Sefer Chasidim, where the creature is understood to be a living human being but can shape-change into a wolf. Alukah can also roughly be translated to "blood-lusting monster" or, in your case, a vampire."

He had a calm tone, deep and raspy, but it seemed to have an oddly chiding tone. He moved away, leaning fully back now against his chair as he chuckled. "But my dear, I assure you that these are old tales; such demons do not exist among us anymore."

His words were like a splash of cold water to the face, a deep, unsettling reality overcoming you. You sounded crazy; of course, no one would believe you. "But Father!" He held his hand up to silence you, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. "You can lie to me, but you cannot fool the Lord."

Anger seemed to replace your sorrow, standing up abruptly, the stool you were previously resting in falling to the floor with a loud clunk. "I am not lying!" You screeched, your face unknowingly morphing into one similar to the boys. Angled features, sharp bones, and burning yellow eyes. The man stumbled back, stammering as he took in the demonic sight that was you. His hand unknowingly grabbed onto his cross, moving out of his chair.

"I need your help Father; I have not consumed human blood yet! There needs to be a way to fix this!" Once again, you were pleading. A part of you was growing sick of it; how could a man detest your current nature but refuse to help you revert back to your "purer" self at the same time? It was hypocritical.

The hand holding the pectoral cross shook with a small tremor, breath equally as rough when it escaped his shaken form. His free hand covered his mouth, either trying to hide his labored breathing or trying to regain composure. You weren't quite sure. The silence in the room now was unsettling, threatening even—leaving you on edge. Finally, the old man's hoarse voice cut through the air as he removed the pale hand from his mouth. He waved it toward him as he walked over before passing you and opening the door. Standing beside the frame as he beckoned you to follow.

"Come come, my child. We must act quickly; you have the devil inside you. With every moment we waste, it'll grow stronger." You nodded, cringing at his choice of words before slowly following him. You would've argued at the choice of words but didn't seem to have the energy to do so. You followed as he led you through the church, leading you towards the back door you had previously banged on. He opened it, leading you towards the backyard. To the left, there was a small gravely path that shortly led to a wooden shed. Wood rot was apparent when you looked at the dying boards that made up the shed's walls.

He unlocked the shed with his key; the loud cling of chains dropping was quickly followed by the squeak of old hinges being forced to move again as he opened the door. It was an average shed if it didn't have a hidden doorway behind a shabby bookshelf. The old man pushed the shelf to the left, revealing a mossy, dirty stairway further down in what you assume to be a basement.

As if the priest could see your confusion, he began to say, "This church used to perform a multitude of exorcisms. We used to do it in the old church, but people began associating it too much with demons, so we renovated the old shack basement to do the job. That was a while ago," He mumbled, walking down the steps and revealing an equally run-down setup. There was a bed, shabby with a mattress stained with yellow and brown. The bed frame seemed to be made of rusted metal, not undoubtedly a cheap purchase at the time. Restrains we're hanging from each end of the bed.

Every fiber of your being was begging you not to lay on that mattress, but your own desperation convinced you. It convinced you to lie down and let that man tie you up; it made you trust him to cure you.

"So what will you do?"

"What I need too."

His gruff voice echoed through the room; he had tied something loosely around your eyes. Explaining that it was all part of the process. You heard him open on an old shelf, the sound of clinking wood making you uneasy. Your instincts screamed at you, but you weren't sure for what. You didn't understand yourself anymore, and the frustration coursing through you nearly brought you to tears. You just wanted all of this to be over, to understand yourself once again.

"And what would that be?" You edged further, feeling like something was wrong.

"What I was born to do."

His voice grew darker, lowering an octave or two, making you shift. The blindfold slid at your defiance, sliding off of one of your eyes. Snapping them open, you took in a sight you'd surely never forget. There, a man swore to do no harm and held a wooden spike in his shaky hand. The other clutching his cross to his heart while whispering mantras. He didn't even hesitate as he saw your yellow eyes open before he slashed forward, putting his full force into the throw of the stake.

Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was simply foolish for the man to believe leather binds would chain you. But in a moment of adrenaline, you pushed your body away from the mattress, your wrists and ankles suffering a burn from the sudden action as you snapped yourself away from your murder. Watching the way his sheer force stabbed the stake through the mattress, your eyes lingering on sight.

That blow was meant to kill you.

"You fucking bastard!" You growled, a distorted tone to your voice as you took a step towards him. But with your lack of control, your hand was around the man's throat with his old back smashed against one of the walls.

"I trusted you! What kind of priest are you? You are meant to aid, protect, and serve. I am still one of God's creations! You taint your very purpose in this life with your actions!" The hand around his neck tightened, your claws unwilling to draw blood. Your eyes zeroed in on the sinful liquid, the smell so much more intense than of any of the boys.

The boys.

David was right; they were right. There was no turning back for you.

"You will never—be one of God's—creations."

Those were his last words before you ripped his throat out with your teeth. Dismembering the man's jugular, drinking away the last of your crumbling humanity. There was an irony in it that the remains of your dying humanity weren't taken from the vampires you now lived with but by a human themselves.

The man fell to the floor, eyes a haunting color. They were cloudy; you couldn't describe the sight of his pale skin mimicking the shade of yours.

You wailed, grieving everything you were as you sat hunched on the floor. Covered in the blood of the man who tried, and in some way—killed you.

You weren't sure how long you sat there, frozen, until the boys came. A hand gently shaking your shoulder, making you jump, meeting the eyes of a saddened Paul. "Oh, darlin'.." He whispered, watching you stammer, desperate to explain. But he simply picked you up, bridal-style, and led you out where the rest of the boys stood.

Marko walked over, letting Paul set you on the ground before the curly-haired vampire pulled you into a tight hug. A hug which all of the boys joined, their hearts breaking at the sound of your sobs. "It's okay, it'll be okay," Marko whispered, holding you close.

"Come on, let's take you home." David sighed after a moment. His voice drowned out in the hauntingly silent night.

That evening was the second and final marking of your death. The first takes place in an alleyway by a vampire, and the job is finished by a human. You struggled after that night; you barely ate or talked. You felt awful, your thoughts not abandoning you or your guilt. You were a murderer.

That all had taken place a few days ago, your body now sat on the roof along the boardwalk. It was a motel, two stories high, so you found a semblance of privacy on top of the concrete roof. You sat on the thick stone wall of a fence, letting your legs dangle over the edge.

"I'll never forget the day I made my first victim." Micheals voice cut through the distant booming of chatter and joy taking place below you by the adolescent and naive party-goers on the boardwalk.

"It was April 6th, at about 12:06. I lost my life forever." He went on, walking closer towards you. Stopping beside you and leaning on the fence with his forearms. His gaze lingered on the glowing boardwalk, casting everything surrounding it in a golden orange.

"So we're all murderers.." You murmured, eyes not meeting him, but you knew he was now looking at you. Your tone was cold and distant.

"He was a child molester." Micheal spat, standing up and gently moving you so you looked at him. "We don't have to be monsters, Y/N; we don't have to kill the good. I chose to take the evil from this world, and you can too."

You nodded weakly, not in the mood to argue. You let a frail smile tug on your lips, nodding to his words as you let him wrap an arm around your shoulder and squeeze you close before slowly leaving. Giving you space. Once again, you were surrounded by silence. Nothing but the blurred screams from ride-goers, drunks laughing and prancing around on the ground beneath you.

"He's wrong." That crystal clear voice, his tone stern and unwavering even if David tried to sound gentle. But his words felt icy like a cold bucket of water was poured over you. Sinking into the skin, leaving goosebumps to ravage your already frigid body. When Micheals words provided comfort, as if holding your wounded heart in his hands, David seemed to drop it instead.

"What?"

He walked over, the sound of his boots tapping against the concrete. You didn't necessarily look at him, but you noticed he settled beside you. His body bent forward, forearms resting against the wall-like railing on the rooftop. You both stood there in silence, watching the stars glitter across the ocean's surface. The silent, cruel breeze drifts through your hair and body. Seagulls cried, and boardwalk goers partied, but you felt so far away from it all. It made you question the finality of your death and where it had really occurred. Did you die in that alleyway or when you let go of your remaining humanity? You were sure a part of you must die in order to take a life; death is inevitable for either party. There is no such thing as only one dying; the other might live but never completely. Your humanity had died along with that priest.

"You are a monster." David's voice was stern, clear, and factual. Your gaze turned to him finally, seeing the way he stared so longingly out at the sea before turning to you.

"What the fuck David?" You snapped, feeling like this was not the time for him to throw his own values onto you. You had killed someone, taken a life, and instead of trying to bring you any consultation, he insulted you?

"Don't you think I feel shitty enough? Fuck this, I know, okay? I know you don't need to stand here and rub it in my face!" Why had you expected anything else from the blonde, you couldn't lie to David, and he had neither lied to you. He was, on many occasions, the truth.

"You are a monster, Y/N. You will never die; you will never age." He hummed, ignoring your outburst as he took out a cigarette and lit it. He held it up to his lips, taking a long drag, dropping his hand against the railing before blowing out the smoke. "But you must feed." There was a finality in his town that made you suffer as if you were the only one who noticed the morbid aberration of your circumstances. But how were you supposed to explain your regret about eating a sheep to a hungry pack of wolves?

"What if I don't want to?" You asked, voice hoarse from the raw emotions you felt. You wanted to smack him, berate him to find another time to torment you.

"You'll kill someone you actually like." He whispered an answer that took you off guard. Eyes trailing back to him, you noticed that haze. A similar one to what Michael used to wear whenever he encountered an old memory. Yes, David seemed to be dancing in his past.

"But make no mistake, Y/N. You are a monster. A filthy abomination that feeds off the weak, the defenseless." He focused his cold gaze on you, "You will fall apart the day you realize just how much you enjoy it. The screams, the suffering, the pain. It will be the only consistent factor in your life. And when you look around and see the constant deterioration of mankind. You will turn and see us." He took another drag of his cigarette before dropping it, suffocating its flame with his boot. "We are monsters too, Y/N."

"I will never let you forget it. I will tell you every day before you rest and when you awake." There was an odd gentleness to his tone, one that made you look up at him once more. Although you could hardly bear to keep eye contact with the man.

"Why?" You had a thousand questions running wild throughout your head, an intimidating rampage and riot pushing through, begging millions of questions to be answered. They stuck in your throat like a lump, a noose around your vocals, keeping you silent. Finally, you managed to settle on that one word. Why?

"Do you think a lion thinks of itself as a monster when it eats a gazelle?"

"We aren't animals, David–"

"But aren't we? We're all just mammals trying to get by. A lion doesn't feel guilty for killing because that's what a lion simply does. They need to in order to survive." His eyes seemed to burn into you, a desperate sense of vulnerability taking hold of his features. It seemed David wanted to spare you from your own feelings, to clear the path you were going on, no doubt one he had walked before.

"But what if we asked the gazelle what they thought of the lion. When a meal would mean losing a brother or sister, mother or father, the gazelle would see the lion as a monster too."

A heavy wind blew through your hair, reminding you of the night air. Whispering about the daytime and how you would never be able to see it again. Feel its warmth kiss your skin, see its joyful birth across the horizon. The wind mocked you, and the night sky never felt so empty before.

"So?" You asked, wanting a conclusion to this lesson. A small chuckle parted from David, the blonde finding your impatience amusing.

"The term monster is subjectable. It depends on who you ask, rosebud. To them," He gestured to the late-night party-goers. "You will always and forever be a monster." But before you could frown, even dare settle on that phrase for too long. He turned to you, taking your hand and squeezing it. As if you'd let go, leaving him alone. "But to us, you are everything."

"I'll call you a monster until the word doesn't sting anymore."

He whispered, cupping your cheek. You noted the lack of his gloves, for the first time touching his bare skin. He leaned closer, kissing the top of your forehead lovingly. It was an embrace in some way, a sweet and gentle promise. That no matter what you become, he'd love you.

"We'll be down at the boardwalk if you want to join us; you can't stay sulking forever, rosebud.." He whispered, leaving you alone to think once more.

When you did make your way down the sandy docks, feeling grain against your shoe as you walked with a sunken head. You wondered how your life had changed so drastically since you came to Santa Carla, whether everything was for better or worse.

"Hey, Darlin!"

The booming voice of a happy Paul called to you, making you look up. Before you stood your gang of boys leaning against the wooden railing of the boardwalk pier. Their bikes were parked beside them, all smiling as they looked at you. There was fondness in their eyes you could describe, but as you walked over and were encircled by your boys. All equally ecstatic to see you—you felt less alone. Welcomed even. You still had a long way to go, but for once in a long while, did you feel alright. Perhaps, becoming a vampire wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

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Dead Island 2 Slayers X National Guard Reader (Gender Neutral) (Part 2!)

(Once again, art is not mine, but taken from the old TTRPG “All Flesh Must Be Eaten”, forgive me if its a crappy crop. AFMBE is a pretty good and highly modular game if you want to get your zombie fix on with some dicegames. I would also recommend the other games by Eden Studios, like Conspiracy X, Armageddon, and Witchcraft. Not enough people out there give Unisystem a try.)

Amy:

-When it comes to running PT around the manor, or around the block that has been cleared out, Amy always runs past you like its nothing and sometimes playfully swats you on the butt just to help motivate you to move it.

-She sometimes says that after they all get out of this, she might start looking into helping out with physical therapy and exercises for wounded vets with prosthetics. Give something back to the community, but she’s doing it after she wins the gold at the Paralympics and kisses you on camera of course.

-When you go to visit Patton, Amy likes to tag along. She may not know what kind of pain he feels as a soldier, but she perfectly understands what he suffered through his injury and how he must have felt when given looks by people who saw his face. It was the same kind of looks that Amy got for her prosthetic leg. She sees that you like to check in on Patton and wants to be part of it, as her way of telling you that if you were ever hurt like that, or lost a limb like she did, then she would still love you no matter what.

-Amy has seen the way you sometimes have trouble fighting zombie soldiers, and has tried to help you through it by opening up a little about how she hates learning the names of the more recently infected, because its so much easier to put them down when you think of them as just monsters. She understands what bothers you, and she is there for you.

-After plenty of gun drills out in the hills (totally not an excuse to have a secret picnic alone together...well not all the time), you’ve both decided that a pistol is the best kind of Gun for Amy. Something lightweight she can fire one handed while on the run and keeping ahead of the undead.

Bruno:

-Whenever he sees you loading up on weapons or equipment it’s going to be a tossup between a John Wick or John Rambo joke.

-In a sparring match you got a bit too into it and punched Bruno so hard it knocked him down, he played it up more while asking if you could kiss it better.

-Once in bed asked you to talk to him in a more dominant and commanding way, giving him orders.

-When you’ve tried to determine what gun was best for Bruno, he insisted on trying out a shotgun, only to immediately get knocked onto his ass by the recoil. He had a bruise for a few days, but it was the bruise to his ego which stung the most. This soon cleared up when you figured out a single shot sports rifle with the same caliber rounds as your own, was better for Bruno rather than Semi-automatic or Full-automatic. This way you could both share the same ammunition, but Bruno could actually take his time to hit the Zeds. Anything else seemed to make him too trigger happy.

-Once you figured out Bruno kind of wanted to impress Mr. Curtis (because he was his Grandpa’s favorite actor) you helped Bruno get some target shooting in so that the next time Curtis had any shooting competitions at the mansion, Bruno just might be able to impress him.

Carla:

-Similar to Bruno, Carla will sometimes compare you to Hicks or Vazques from Aliens when she sees you loading up, and will throw some quotes your way.

-The scratches you both leave on each other during sparring sessions lead to a lot of jokes that you’re straight up having wild Viking sex rather than training. Carla just jokes back that if you can survive either one with her then nothing will kill you.

-You were genuinely impressed at seeing Carla pick up an M-249 SAW like it was nothing. She loved the look on your face as she just unloaded it into a horde of Zeds coming at you. Sure, most of her shots completely missed or only maimed the zombies, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you will never forget that moment.

-As a special gift to you, Carla’s personal project is to pick out one of the military vehicles lying around that is best suited for both fighting and transporting people, and tricking it out to handle moving through the zombie infested streets. She’s gonna make it look like something out of Dawn of the Dead or Mad Max. As tribute to you, she’s naming it the “(Your Name) 2″. Since she’s not up to date on what vehicle does what, she’s constantly asking you about them.

-Carla liked her own style, but after finding out from you just how many different pockets military and tactical pants have she’s started to adopt them as part of her wardrobe and loves all the extra space she has for holding her tools and snacks and whatever the hell else she wants to carry with her in the zombie apocalypse. Pockets rule!

Dani:

-Dani regularly helps you cut and style your hair properly so you can keep it regulation standard. She find it boring and would love to go crazy with your hair. But since you want it that way, and it relaxes you to keep some uniformity to your look, she tries to keep complaints to the minimum (but insists on getting to go all out with your hair once you both leave Hell-A and your time with the Guard is over).

-Despite not being one for guns, Dani took to them like a fish to water. She passed all the tests you devised for the group with flying colors (matched only by Sam B whose had plenty of experience by now). She prefers sticking to smaller calibers with pistols and submachine guns. You even went so far as to teach Dani a few little tricks, such as how to properly move and clear a room without bumping into someone else, and communicating with gestures and touches. Shoulder touching is normally a way of communicating between soldiers among a fire team to let them know you are nearby and ready, but between you and Dani it has also taken on a more...intimate meaning as well.

-Since Dani loves to swear now and gain you’ve taken to teaching her some military swears and fun acronyms like SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fucked Up), RDS (Real Deep Shit), and Blue Falcon (Buddy Fucker IE: Backstabber / double-crosser.).

-She sometimes jokes about taking the riot gear off of a riot zombie and wearing it so that she and you can look like a properly armored pair of warrior lovers. But she likes being able to maneuver around zombies and the armor would just cramp her style.

-Started affectionately calling you the “GI of My Eye.”, even after someone joked that it sounded more like a reference to an eye infection than something sweet (to which she punched them square in the shoulder for it).

Jacob:

-He’s normally pretty anti-authoritarian and anti-establishment, but didn’t take too kindly to Rikky Rex shit talking you in your uniform and making Vietnam War comparisons. Rikky doesn’t know you and doesn’t know what you’ve been through to save people in Hell-A while he and his gang of drunks were partying it up in Beverly Hills. It wasn’t so much an argument on your behalf, as Rikky is way too drunk to hold a coherent thought, but it was kind of nice to see Jacob stand up for you personally even if there are things he doesn’t agree with about your service and to whom you swore an oath to.

-You and Jacob are starting to develop a Legolas and Gimli style competition over who can stack the most Zeds per mission. You both lie to try and make it sound like the other person got more kills.

-Jacob is trying to find a sleeveless vest with a camo pattern that matches your own, no luck yet but he’ll keep looking.

-You tried to get Jacob to do some gun practice with you, but he honestly swears it off and is happy to stick with clubs and hammers. He says you can pick off the zeds from a distance while he crushes the ones that get through, teamwork.

-Jacob would love to introduce you to his mother, especially if you would show up in your dress uniform, his mother has always been telling him to meet someone nice and respectable outside of the Stunt actor business.

Ryan:

-You and Ryan had a bonding experience over sharing an MRE together. He was surprised it wasn’t total garbage. It wasn’t good, but at least it was somewhat edible, and he especially loved finding that they sometimes come with sweets.

-You once caught him wearing your helmet and vest and admiring himself in a mirror while trying out some lines as if he were an actor. You joked to him that if he really wants to admire himself like that in private you could clean up an extra uniform and gear for him to use, but to not use yours since you need them.

-Ryan sometimes leaves little things in your helmet when you are going to be separated for missions and he knows about it in advance. This could range from sweets, to notes, to even once an old photo of him mid dance during his previous career.

-You’ve both been practicing how to carry another person if they are injured, that’s totally why you are constantly grabbing each other. No ulterior motive at all. It’s just professionalism, even though Ryan isn’t a real First Responder. (Do you think the other Slayers bought it?)

-He has sometimes wondered what he’d look like with a more military high and tight haircut, but just can’t give up his current hairstyle. He even jokes to you that it was a good thing he had a fireman’s costume on hand, or else he never would have been able to bluff his way past the security checkpoint if he had to pretend to be a soldier.

All Purpose Headcanons:

-Once it finally gets through the heads of everyone else that you have a day job besides being in the Guard, they started coming at you with all sorts of questions about what you do and why you chose to give up part of your time off and work days doing training and other work with the National Guard. They were kind of disappointed that your answers were pretty mundane.

-When your slayer lover was thrown into the sewer pit by the Numen, the only reason you didn’t immediately try to jump in and save them was because you tried to stab the nearest Numen who was in your way, only for them to block your hits. Despite being untrained, the Numen named ‘Thurston’ was able to match your movements with frightening speed, using the barrel of his own rifle to block all your bayonet jabs and swipes, before the one called Cadenza grabbed the barrel of your rifle and bent it like a toy. Together the two of them kicked you square in the chest and send you tumbling down into the same pit as your lover.

You landed on the ground with such force it knocked the wind out of you, but before the zombies could overwhelm you your Slayer Lover jumped in, crushing the skulls of the zeds with ease, kicking them so hard they splattered against walls. Even in your lover’s frenzied state, they recognized you and knew the danger you were in, and would not allow any harm to come to you.

-When your own Numen abilities began to manifest beyond just a general boost to your body and rapid regeneration, you found that your experience as a soldier, taking orders and sometimes giving them, has influenced your powers. When you try hard enough, you can start to command the weaker autophage infected and use them like puppets to attack other infected. It is draining, gives you a real migraine, and feels...dirty when you do it. But it has been a lifesaver for the group on a few occasions so it remains a trick you can pull out when needed. You can’t do more than a dozen infected at a single time, but the more you practice, the better you get at controlling them.

You’re also beginning to suspect that the Numen called ‘Konradt’ might have a similar power to you. Unlike her, you only use this power when necessary, while you have a sneaking suspicion that she uses it to spy on you and the Slayers.

-Your Slayer lover kept trying to throw grenades like they were baseballs and it took you a while to teach them to properly lob it overhead. Luckily there are plenty of Zeds to practice with.

-Thankfully you haven’t had to fight too many other survivors, the uniform and six other survivors at your back is enough to intimidate most raiders, but a few times now its had to happen, at least when it does you can fall back on the training.

-As dangerous and downright terrifying as it is to go out at night, sometimes you have no choice, a mission needs to be done or you need the cover of darkness to help you get somewhere far from the mansion. For moments like these you are sadly one of the better options for a moonlight run. You have yet to find any proper night vision goggles, so you have no choice but to rely on moonlight, random streetlights, or your own flashlights to get across Hell-A. Since you’re the one with an understanding of light discipline, and regularly wears camo to blend in, you are normally chosen to go out at night. Though your Slayer Lover always wants to go with you since its dangerous at night.

-You have some small experience with CBRN and other Hazmat training, not a lot but you and the others were given a quick refresher before being sent to LA to fight the infection, so you tend to be the one helping cleanup after any major fights near a safezone. Surprisingly, Andrea is pretty good at cleaning up those messes as well. The group also tends to depend on you to clear the way whenever you encounter that caustic slime the government was using to melt down infected bodies and neutralize the virus.

-The worst encounter you’ve had so far has been in finding infected version of soldiers and guards that you knew from before. Whatever they once were is gone now, and you struggled to pull the trigger, the Slayers helped you, they told you to just look away while they did the dirty work. There were no jokes, no quips, just fast and efficient Slaying. Afterwards, your lover refused to leave your side until they were sure you were okay, and only after you asked them to give you some space.

-The best memory so far is when you (thanks to Carla’s mechanic experience) managed to get a Humvee working and proceeded to drive it up and down the beach, giving everyone else a turn on the .50 call in the turret, while mowing down zombies left and right. You even plowed through a few smaller swarms before you slammed into a Crusher and had to bail out while it was trying to flip the vehicle. Next time you are gonna try to do it again with an MRAP. Though honestly you should get one of those working in order to safely evacuate multiple civilians at once if you ever need it.

-Since you already have some bayonet training and experience you’re starting to get good at using spears and polearms and other similar two-handed stabbing weapons.

-Sometimes when you and Patton hang out, you both slip into a lot of military jargon and three letter acronyms or slang that leaves the rest of the group completely lost. Its fun to see the utter confusion on their faces.

-You’ve had to borrow extra uniforms off of the ‘fresher’ undead and give them a thorough cleaning so you have more than one set to use throughout the week. The others have suggested just switching to normal clothes, but you can’t. This is who you are and its who you will present yourself as, especially given how many times people have looked hopeful when you and the Slayers come to the rescue.

-Sometimes you listen to Civil Defense frequencies on the radios, or over scavenged military comms and some of the reports you hear are strange. Those earthquakes that screwed up the evacuation almost felt targeted, rather than just a case of nature being cruel. Down in one of the spare rooms you are slowly putting the pieces together with a web of intrigue on a wall. The others aren’t sure they buy your theory...but you think the Earthquakes and all that slime everywhere is not natural, its something eldritch, lovecraftian even. Luciana is the only one who is into this, but you need more proof. Which might mean dealing with the Eschaton group at some point.

When you have enough proof, you’re going to send it back to the DOD, CDC, Every single Alphabet Agency and news agency, so that the world can be prepared for what is to come. You just need to be able to prove it. This might be the only chance we have to stop humanity from dying, all the lives lost, all the pain endured, it has to be worth it in the end.

Bonus: Bruno’s playlist for you.

Some of the songs Bruno has put together which remind him of you or he likes to listen when out with you.

-The Offspring “Dividing By Zero/Slim Pickens”.

-Neo Fresco “Sublimation”.

-Battlefield 3 “Steel On Target”.

-Sons of Pythagoras “Counting The Cost”.

-Imagine Dragons “Friction”.

-Nine Inch Nails “The Good Soldier”.

-Invocation Array “The Machine in the Ghost”.

-Jefferson Airplane “White Rabbit”.

-Disturbed “The Curse”.

-Disturbed “The Infection”.

#Dead Island #Dead Island 2 #Dead Island Headcanons #Dead Island 2 X National Guard Reader #Dead Island x Reader #Dead Island Slayers x Reader #Di2

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beoneofus · 2 years

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜?

fandom: the lost boys

poly! lost boys x gender neutral! reader ( and oc's/friends )

length: semi long

warnings: swearing, time travel, non-sense, the boys being introduced to phones, covid mention, attempted comedy, perhaps triggering jokes so caution ahead, just absolute chaos. bill and ted vibes.

a/n: came up with the idea of the boys having/being in a groupchat. I figured they'd have to be somewhere in the future, which is why it'll take place in mid-late 2021. i might write more parts to this, it depends. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. :) / ps. sorry for any errors made, not proof read. /

( unedited, 5.27.22 )

part two

when the four vampire bikers of santa carla first woke up from their twelve hours of sleep, they did not expect to see the pitch blackness of the night sky above them... nor dingy, low watt quality, orange glowing lightbulbs that were loosely screwed into wall lights.. and were the frames shaped like cubes? what the fuck? the fact that red, bricked walls surrounded them and the quiet chirps of crickets sounded off, didn't help either. by the smell of the rotted food, and low whiff of sewage water around the outside space, they instantly could tell it was an alleyway they were in.

obviously, they wanted to know how the fuck they got into an alleyway, and where it was located at. the place smelled nothing like santa carla, and definitely didn't sound much like the boardwalk they were so used to being on. that leaves rhe question, where are we?, to ring in the fours' mind.

“ who the actual hell would be stupid enough to dump us somewhere, man? ” paul started, as he, along with his three coven brothers, slowly got up from the place on the murky ground, they had laid upon. looking around, turning his head to and fro, the blonde's lips parted in confusion. “ — where even is somewhere? I've never seen this alleyway near the 'walk. ”

“ the real question is, who was dumb enough to come into the cave in the first place...? ” marko mumbled his own thoughts, while looking around just as confused; brows furrowed together in slight frustration, seeing as he can't pinpoint where they are.

“ .. or why they would just drop us off in a random alleyway? ” dwayne threw out, his thumb and index loosely gripping at his chin as he tried to come up with any theories as to why they were in this predicament. “ anyone that's come after us before, usually would take the chance to attack us when we're off guard.. this whole situation makes no sense. ”

david, who pulled a single cigarette from his pack that seemed to be running low, pinched his own brows together in question. “ we would've woken up if anyone trespassed, ” closing the flap on the rectangular box, he pocketed it before placing the filtered end of the cancer stick, to his lips. “ which leaves me to think no one brought us here in the first place. ”

all three of the other males whirled their heads around to look at him. when he looked back at them, after lighting his smoke, paul voiced his thoughts. “ what the hell does that even mean? ” he questioned, even more confused than previously. “ y'don't think we just magically ended up here, do you? ” marko asked right after, a rather blank look on his visage. “ how else would we end up in an alleyway, other than someone putting us in this damn place? ”

“ well, we're real.. ” the blondes looked over at dwayne as he spoke, a distant look to his chocolate hues as he stared at the ground. “ who's to say other supernatural beings aren't? or that.. something else, isn't? ” when he lifted his head, he met the eyes of paul, who looked dumbfounded. “ think about it - we would have waken up. after what happened with those disgusting frogs, we've been on higher alert. chloroform can't effect us, so there's no way we could've been forced to sleep. and if it were hunters, they would've wasted no time in killing us. ” the usual quiet male, snapped his fingers while a thoughtful look of curiosity sprouted. “ that's why I'm wondering, what if this was a supernatural doing? ”

david, marko and paul all exchanged looks with each other. while dwayne did have a point, what exactly could've caused such a thing to happen? and they still don't know where they are.

“ I've never heard you speak so much, let alone so... ” paul drew his eyebrows together in a thinking manner, as he looked off elsewhere. “ excitedly? is that the word I'm looking for? ” he juggled between looking at both marko and david, but didn't even wait for a reply, before switching his gaze back onto the brunette. “ whatever, man. I just know you're making a lot of sense, and that's scary. ”

marko nodded his head. “ paul's right. but, we should really find out whe— ”

bzz, bzz!

all of the males froze. david, who usually took charge of everything, shared a look with the three others. all of their eyes were widened in alarm. they never got scared, nor really panicked, but due to the situation, they had a reason to be a bit jumpy. since they've never heard such a sound before, either, it concerned them. “ what was that? ” paul whispered in a hushed tone, slight curiosity, but mainly fright, flashing through his orbs.

“ it better not be a bomb.. ” marko mumbled, a little too nervous to move, in case it actually is a bomb. he didn't want to get blown to smithereens. “ I'll kill the whole fucking town if there's a bomb by us- ”

“ will you shut. up. ” david butted in, gaze hard as he spoke through gritted teeth. clearly, none of them were used to being so paranoid. “ I highly doubt it's a bomb. It doesn't sound like one - besides, why would there be a bomb in an alley? ”

“ I don't know, david! ” marko whisper shouted, irritation clear in his tone; eyes holding impatience and fear. “ why are there a lot of things in a lot of things?! why are we in an alley?! ” he was doing small, barely noticeable yet harsh, hand movements. “ a lot of shit doesn't make sense right now! ”

dwayne was growing annoyed, now. although he was incredibly confused himself, and a bit spooked just like they were, at least he wasn't acting like a dumbass. “ will you all calm down? ” he spoke lowly, but his deep tone was enough to grab marko and david's attention. “ I don't think it's a bomb.. they don't make buzzing noises - only clicks and tics. ” he sailed his tongue over his bottom lip in thought. “ 'sides, a bomb would destroy more than just us. unless someone wanted to blow up the whole neighborhood, possibly more, I don't think there's a bomb in this alleyway. ”

“ oh, it's definitely not a bomb! ” the two blondes, and brunette, all looked at each other when they heard paul's holler. they all then turned their gaze onto the spot where he was, only to see it empty.

immediately, marko turned around and looked towards the other end of the alley. david followed his gaze, along with dwayne, only to see him by a dark corner. his back was turned to them, but seemed to be holding something - a bag, a black satchel, seemed to be resting by his feet.

“ it's not a bomb, ” paul said once more, while slowly turning around. “ but, uh.. I have no clue what the hell these are. ” the stoner stated, lifting his head and looking up at his coven brothers, while out stretching his hands. two black rectangles were in accompanied in his palms, with what looked to be apple-like imprints on the back. “ there's two more in that bag, ” he tilted his head over his shoulder, referring to the dark satchel on the cement. “ but one is red, and one is white. ”

“ the hell... ” marko muttered, walking forward and approaching paul; hand outstretched. he curiously took one of the... things, and began examining it. turning it over, and looking at it, he let out a confused noise. “ what is this thing? ”

“ I have no clue, bud. ” paul leaned forward, looking over it as well. he could've just looked at the one in his own hand, but of course he didn't think of that. “ that— ” he stopped marko's moving hand, and pointed to a small rectangle on the narrow side of.. whatever the thing was. “ — 's that a button? ” brows furrowed, him and marko share a look; paul's pale blue irises holding confusion. “ it looks like one. ”

“ don't press anything, ” david said, while walking closer to get a look himself. as he peered over marko's shoulder, he studied the thing. “ you have no clue what this is or what it can do. ”

“ there's only one way to find out! ” paul grinned, completely ignoring the ‘ no! ’ from marko, and ‘ stop, idiot! ’ from david as he pressed his thumb down onto the button. they all braced themselves to explode, or for something crazy to happen, but... nothing did.

peeking an eye open, that marko unexpectedly closed, the curly haired male eyed the rectangular item warily. “ nothing happened..? ” david stared at it as well, confused, but quiet. “ wait, there's another button— ” paul pressed the button on the other side, and this time something did happen. the front, that seemed to be a screen, lit up, causing marko to yell and throw the device.

“ mark, you fuckin' dip! ” paul scowled, jumping to catch the device. thankfully for them, he had fast reflexes and managed to catch it with a single hand. “ can't just go throwin' shit, man. ”

“ I didn't know it was gonna' light up like that! ” marko hissed in return, narrowing his eyes in a nettled manner. “ can't blame me for jumpin' at something I didn expect to happen! ” marko was right on the matter. he didn't know what the device was, or what it did, so being frightened by an expected occurrence was an appropriate response. that's exactly why david shook his head, and broke it up between the two men.

“ knock it off, numbskulls. ” the bleach blonde sighed, only to reach forward and rip the object from paul's raised hand, which had lifted in exaggerated anger due to marko's harsh tone. “ we don't have time to yammer back and forth, we gotta' found out where we are, and what this is. ”

not going unnoticed by david, marko and paul shot a glare at each other. of course he said nothing, for it wouldn't do much but cause marko to complain about paul, and paul to point fingers and blame the other blonde over something absolutely stupid. he rather not hear it, so he let it be, all while clicking the item in his hand, back on.

“ slide to unlock.. ” david mumbled to himself, as he reads the glistening words on the screen. he had no clue how words could look like that on a screen, or whatever kind of thing this was, but he listened anyway; taking his index finger and swiping right. he was amazed when the white, button looking.. white thing on the glass, followed his movements, only for a new setting to appear right before his eyes.

“ what the hell? ” he voiced, tone rough with perplexity. the vampire had no clue what just happened, how it happened, nor if he actually witnessed that. maybe somehow, someway, he just hallucinated. “ wicked... ” paul awed from over the others' forearm, which he was leaning over. “ how'd you do that? ”

“ so, I'm not going crazy? ” although it was a rhetorical question, and david's sudden blank expression made that clear, paul mumbled out a ‘ no ’ that was absentmindedly said. he was far too fascinated to even comprehend that he just spoke. “ this is fucking odd.. ” david mumbled, while reading over the next words that were on the screen, now. “ type in a passcode? th'hell is this? I don't know what the passcode is. ”

“ why would there be a passcode? ” marko asked, brows raised curiously as he now, also looked at the lit screen. “ maybe this is like, some top secret stuff we're not supposed to have? ” paul questioned in return, only to share a look with the other blonde right after. It was like there were saying ‘ oh shit, we just discovered some rad, top secret fbi stuff ’, with their eyes.

“ will you two be quiet? ” dwayne was now behind david, peaking over his shoulder at the screen. he ignored the two knuckleheads as they protested, and instead, focused on thinking of what the code could possibly be. “ usually people make dates or important numbers as pass codes... like an address, or a burial plot. ”

“ what about the address to max' house? ” the three males looked at marko as if he was stupid upon throwing out that particular question, leaving him to roll his eyes. “ it was just a thought.. ”

paul scoffed. “ a stupid one, man. as if we know the address to max' house. ” the blonde looked back at the bright screen, now trying to think himself. “ uh.. what about that broad's birthday - the one max was into. michael's mom. ” he raised his eyes to look at the others. “ what was her name.. loni? ”

“ I think lacy. ” marko butted in.

“ it was lucy, you idiots. ” david exhaled through his nose, already fed up. “ even if it was her birthday, I don't know it, and neither do any of you. ”

dwayne hummed. “ maybe the address of the emerson house? ”

david paused for a moment, and thought it out. it could be... but he doesn't really recall what exactly the address was. they knew the house by memory and good travel documentation, but not by memory of the address itself. “ I don't remember the fucking numbers.. ” he grumbled, ready to just chuck the fucking thing.

“ well shit.. ” paul huffed, now stumped. what else could it be?

after a moment of silence, marko lifted his fallen head and snapped his fingers. “ what about the year? that has to count for something. ”

david stared at him for a good minute, before shrugging. looking at the screen, he raised his index finger and began typing in the numbers. once 1-9-8-7 displayed on the screen, and the lock successfully broke, gaining them access to the device, the three vampires all grinned at their coven brother. “ nice work, marko. ”

“ yeah, bud - nice one. ” paul congratulated, smiling widely.

“ you did alright. ” dwayne chuckled, lifting a hand to pat the curly haired male's shoulder.

shrugging, smug look now imprinted onto his face, marko smirked to himself. “ hey, no big deal - I'm not called smart for nothing. ”

the other's, including paul, could beg to differ, but they decided on saying nothing. marko wasn't stupid, but he wasn't exactly a genius like he claimed to be either. so they didn't deflate his ego, and instead, focused back onto the device at hand.

bzz bzz!

david nearly dropped the object when the buzz rang through, casting something to flash across the top of the screen. thank god he didn't, and instead settled on glaring at the screen out of annoyance.

he decided to reach forward and click on the box up top. this caused the screen to go white for a minute, before the setting switched once again, to a new background that made the four males confused.

“ what the fuck is happening? ” paul asked, as his light orbs read over the words that popped up in bubble-like boxes, in whatever it was that they were suddenly in. “ I wanna know that too.. ” marko pitched, voice quiet and full of loss. he didn't know what to make of this.

“ I think whoever is putting.. these words.. into the screen.. is communicating with these other people that are doing that, too. ” dwayne spoke, reading over the chat himself. “ that's what I'm chalking this up to, based on what's being said.. ”

david raised a brow at this. a lot of the shit being said made no sense, and seemed to be some kind of inside communication that none of them knew about. he also wondered if this was someone else's talking device, that they just so happened to discover, which is why they were in the big, red screen room.

without speaking out loud, he began to press his fingers on the letters that popped up, after he clicked the bar at the bottom that said chat. david didn't know what he was doing, or if he was doing it right, but he had an instinct to just go with it.

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bzz bzz!

...

bzz bzz!

...

bzz bzz! bzz bzz!

“ oh for fuck sake! ” a tuff of tousled bed head sprouted out from a black and dark blue duvet, leaving the owner of the knotted mess to huff in annoyance due to the fact that their (long/semi-long)/medium) vision was blocked out by their own hair. jutting their head back, just enough for some of their hair to move out of eye view, the person in question grabbed for their phone on their bedside table and snatched it up.

after unplugging the charging cord, they clicked their phone on and unlocked it, typing in (your pet's birthday/favorite music artist's birth year) as your passcode. squinting at the screen, their annoyance filled hues read over the groupchat messages that seemed to be flying in faster than stray plastic walmart bags. you could only make out two messages before the chat, in your notifications, cuts off.

with an eye roll, you go onto messenger, the fucking culprit, and enter the chat to read what exactly was going on. it better be good.

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THE CUNT SCOUTS

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: I don't believe whoever this is lmfao there's no way you just found a phone laying in a bag, in an alleyway, and are now typing on it - sent at 8:23 pm

(bryce jetts) queer thor: not to mention, how'd this mysterious phone have access to our groupchat? - sent at 8:24 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: shit seems kinda sus - sent at 8:25 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: and they said they didn't know how to use a phone. AND called it a " thing ". this sounds like an old pervert that's being a nosey prick - sent at 8:25 pm

unknown: this is a phone? shit looks nothing like a phone you've got to be fuckin with me - sent at 8:27 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: LMAO didn't deny being an old pervert, I smell some truth behind that - sent at 8:28 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: what the fuck is going on & why was I woke up? - sent at 8:29 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: some old dicktip somehow got into the groupchat n is now claiming not to know what a phone is - sent at 8:30 pm

(y/l l/n) royal cunt the third: sounds like your pedo ass dad lmfaoo - sent at 8:30 pm

unknown: I'm not old - sent at 8:31 pm

unknown: and did you just call me a dicktip? - sent at 8:33 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: ricky if this is your ugly ass dad I'm literally booting you from the group - sent at 8:34 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: my sperm donor is literally in fucking jail, you know this - sent at 8:35 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: mmm phones can be snuck into prison these days tho - sent at 8:35 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: exactly. so how do we know this isn't your dad? - sent at 8:36 pm

unknown: you all sound like fucking kids - sent at 8:37 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: and you sound like an ancient dick sucker from 1823, what about it? - sent at 8:38 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: LMFAO omg - sent at 8:39 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: lmaoo damn bro - sent at 8:39 pm

unknown: so you're a kid then - sent at 8:40 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: no but yes. I'm mentally 6 and physically 19 - sent at 8:41 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: felt. physically 20 and mentally 8 with a degree in immaturity. - sent at 8:43 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: physically 18 and mentally gone - sent at 8:44 pm

(jesse wallace) daphne blake: physically 20 and mentally ginger - sent at 8:45 pm

unknown: how in the fuck are we in the same age range - sent at 8:47 pm

unknown: and you're right about being mentally younger you all sound stupid as hell - sent at 8:49 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: okay anon from reddit dot com that probably drinks 4locos, whatever you say - sent at 8:50 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: LMAO y/n you didn't have to bury him, jesus - sent at 8:51 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: jesus? don't know her x - sent at 8:52 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: so.. bad news, think I got covid - sent at 8:54 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: bitch what - sent at 8:55 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: damn.. this is why I stay inside and away from disgusting flesh bags - sent at 8:56 pm

unknown: the hell is covid? - sent at 8:58 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: and this where I go back to sleep. night - sent at 9:00 pm

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #reader insert #gender nuetral reader #chat fic imagine #oc insert

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alexandrianicolegrey-oc · 3 years

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Evan Buckley x Reader Imagine

Taglist: @nurse-buckley

@caitsymichelle13

@mrspeacem1nusone

@angel-malaki-morningstar

Prompt: "Stay with me. Don't close your eyes."

WARNINGS: mentions of car wreck involving DUI driver

Hurt, Angst, Trauma/Healing, Fluff

Later that week, you had run out of groceries and needed to do some shopping before Buck got home. Seeing that you boyfriend was working a double shift today, after the earthquake had hit L.A.

You grabbed your jacket and purse along with the keys to your truck and the grocery list that you had just finished. You locked the apartment door behind you and made your way to your truck.

During the drive to the market to buy groceries, you had the green light, and as soon as you began to drive, someone slammed into your side of your truck, causing you truck to flip several times.

All you could hear was people screaming, and voices all around you as you faded in and out of consciousness. Your head was bleeding, you were pinned under your crushed truck, and you saw people kneeling, trying to free you.

Buck was playing video games with Hen when the bell rang, signaling a car. "We got a car wreck down on Main Street. A drunk driver collided with a red, Dodge Ram." Bobby alerted the team.

But little did the 118 know, that it was you that had been hit by the drunk driver.

When the 118 arrived on scene, Buck hopped out, and the minute he saw you, laying pinned under your truck, his heart stopped beating. The next thing he knew, he was trying to get you out because your truck had been leaking gas.

"Hey! Hey! Y/N! Stay with me, baby! Don't close your eyes!" Buck begged you as the crew worked fast to get you out.

Once they cut you out, they slipped a C-Brace on your neck and got you onto a backboard.

Buck never left your side. You were rushed to the hospital. You knew Buck was there but all you could do was squeeze his hand lightly. "B-buck." You managed to get out, in a raspy voice.

"You're going to be fine. You got this, Y/N." Buck brought your hand to his lips, gently kissing it.

The pain had become too much for you and you passed out just as Hen arrived at the hospital.

Doctors and Nurses rushed out, wheeling you in on a gourney. They rushed you into the OR for immediate surgery. Due to the stint of your injury, you suffered a spinal cord injury, a severe concussion, amongst numerous of bruising and swelling around your head and your lower spine. Along with some broken ribs, and a broken wrist.

Days after your surgery, you were completely zonked out still from the anesthesia. Buck was sitting beside your bed.

Bobby and Athena stopped by to check on you and also to check on Buck. "Hey, Buck, how is Y/N?" Bobby asked.

"Not too well. Y/N slipped into cardiac arrest twice since coming out of surgery. They had to intubate Y/N." Buck sighed, running his fingers through his messy hair, still in his uniform.

"Why don't you go and get some rest Buck? Me and Bobby will stay with Y/N awhile. You need sleep, kid, and food." Athena spoke quietly.

Buck stood up. "Are you sure? I don't mind staying."

"Go, Buck, you need rest and food. And also a shower. We will call you if anything changes."

After Buck left, Eddie and Chris stopped by. "Hey, any news?" Eddie asked Bobby.

"No, Y/N is still out of it." Bobby said, smiling towards Chris. "Buck should be back later this evening, we told him to go home, get a few hours of sleep, some food, and a shower."

Maddie swung by with Chimney just as Buck walked in. "Hey, Maddie, Chimney." Buck greeted his sister and Chim.

"How are you doing?" Maddie hugged her brother.

"Scared. Worried. I can't stop worrying about Y/N. What if Y/N dies?" Buck rambled.

"Hey, Y/N is a fighter. I know Y/N will pull through this." Maddie walked into the ICU with Buck.

You were awake. Looking around at everyone with the tube down your throat still.

"Hey baby, you're awake." Buck smiled, kissing your head.

You tried to smile but couldn't.

A week later, you got moved home where Carla was taking care of you and Chris since she offered. Buck and Eddie had agreed to let Chris stay over at Buck's with you while the two men worked their shifts.

After Buck and Eddie finished their shifts, they arrived back to Buck's apartment and Buck let them in. "Carla? Whe-" Before Buck could finish, Carla shushed Buck. "Come here." She smiled, motioning for Eddie and Buck.

You were fast asleep with Chris asleep against you. You had your arms over him protectively as the two of you slept.

Eddie took in the sight. He chuckled. Then looked over at Buck.

Buck grinned. "Carla? Did you get a few pictures?" Buck asked.

"Yeah, I did. I just sent them to you both." Carla whispered.

"So, cute." Eddie chuckled, taking a seat, watching the two sleep.

Buck grabbed a drink from his fridge. "Glad to see them both resting." He laughed quietly.

#Evan Buckley #Gender Neutral Reader #evan buckley x gen! neutral reader #christopher diaz #eddie diaz #carla price #maddie buckley han #howard han #henrietta #station 118 #healing/trauma #angst #fluff #imagine #fanfics #one shots #headcanons #bobby nash #athena grant nash

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soullessmocha · 3 years

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prompt 354 with Dwayne??? 💓💓

ASDFJKL I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!

prompt 345: the evening sun is falling on their face and she thinks maybe, just maybe she is a little bit in love with them.

i can’t do the sun because they will explode but i hope this does it justice!

a/n: thank you for requesting this prompt! i hope you enjoy it!!

warning: pure fluff, dwayne being soft and romantic, no mentions of pronouns, trespassing (but that doesn’t stop anyone), gender-neutral!reader.

“Come on slow-poke! Jeez y’know for a vampire I’d thought you’d be a bit fast when climbing over some rocks!” You taunt the brunette who was stumbling behind you as the waves crash against the rocks beneath the two of you. His breathless chuckle causes a grin to display across your lips. “We’re almost there anyway!” You call over your shoulder, but due to the change in focus, you slip on the rocks. A gasp leaves your lips as your hands try to clutch the cliff to the side of you. Granted you would only be falling into the water but there were rocks that would hurt really bad. Thankfully a strong hand wrapped around your bicep. It lifted you effortlessly back onto the more stable rock path you two were walking on. “Keep your eyes forward,” Dwayne mutters with a sly smirk and nods for you to continue on your trek.

You can only roll your eyes at his smug look, “It’s dark and dangerous out here.” You excuse before hopping down a little ledge onto a smaller shore made of sand and rock. A huff leaves your lips as your look beyond the entrance of the cave you brought Dwayne to. This wasn’t his cave but this was one you found exploring, and surprisingly enough there were no vampires deep inside waiting for you to be their next meal. It was only deep enough for a few bird nests and broken campfires. Dwayne hopped down as well, graceful as always, “What is it you wanted to show me?” He asks curiously only facing you as he stepped closer. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his oblivious question. You reach up quickly and grasp his chin in one hand. Your fingertips graze the stubble along his jawline as you turn his head towards the boardwalk. “Look,” you whisper, in front of the two of you was the boardwalk lit up in an array of colors. The bodies walking looked like ants and the cheers and music echoed over the waves crashing. A beaming smile comes to your features as you admire the view. It looked like a completely different place. The wild amusement looked something of serenity from this angle.

“You see it now?” You ask with a quirked brow as you turn your head to look at Dwayne. Yet Dwayne was only looking at you, you hadn’t noticed him turn his head when you were looking at the view. A warm smile cracks upon his lips and you feel your heart skip a beat in your chest. Fluttering feeling rising in your stomach as you feel him wrap his arms around your waist. Soon his hands guided your arms to wrap around his neck. You dip your hands under his long hair, resting the intertwined fingers behind his chilled neck. Just then you could hear the music coming from the boardwalk, it was a slow rock song, nothing you can make out just yet but there was a slow melody to it. Dwayne then began swaying both of your bodies back and forth, from side to side. A chuckle leaves your lips as you shake your head. “What are you looking at?” You tilt your head at him in curiosity, Dwayne can’t help but smile at your big eyes and the way the rosy tint appeared on your cheeks. “Nothing, just admiring the view.” He whispers before brushing away a couple of strand of hair away from your features to get a full glimpse at them.

His smooth words made you blush. Yet in retaliation, you couldn’t help the natural way you rolled your eyes. Yet as you focused your eyes once again on Dwayne you couldn’t help but notice how the moonlight dressed his sharp features. There were so many points yet there were curves that met at the corners. HIs cheeks bones were so prominent in the silvery light, especially when he smiled down at you with his sweet smile. The same smile that was so contrasting to his normal resting face. At that moment you could feel your heartbeat skip once more. A deep feeling grew in your chest, something of warmth and comfort. A sense of security and fulfillment by standing in his arms as he guides the dance. As you looked at him in this moonlight you start to think maybe, just maybe, you were in love with this man.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asks rubbing slow circles in your lower back as he could notice the trance you were in. “No,” you whisper biting your lower lip to hide the forming grin, “I think they are just for me.” Dwayne lets a chuckle leave his lips as he shakes his head, but with one last glance, he takes his chance to lean in to close the proximity between the two of you. His palms press into your back pulling you flush with his body. Then your lips meet. They too share their own dance of tenderness and intimacy.

#soulless replies #the lost boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys fanfiction #soulless asks #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys x reader #gender neutral reader #santa carla #prompt list #THIS IS SO FLUFFY IT HURTS

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bumblesimagines · 10 months

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❝ please, stay for dinner? i enjoy your company. ❞

- Carla

❝ please, stay for dinner? i enjoy your company. ❞

Pronouns: They/Them, Gender Neutral (tho written w an male y/n in mind)

There'd been something about the Spanish girl that had caught your eye the moment she entered your line of sight. Perhaps it was her expensive clothes or her neatly done hair or the foreign aspect about her. Or quite possibly the fact she'd come from a rich high school in Spain known for having two murders two years in a row, both of which she'd be interrogated for.

Carla Rosón Caleruega. The girl that had climbed up the ranks of King's College and created a name for herself. The Ice Queen. Wealthy, pretty, and with a talent for spitting venom, Carla had piqued your curiosity from the first day of school.

So, when you'd been assigned to work with her on an assignment, you'd taken the chance to chip away at her cold exterior and see if she truly was just another self-absorbed mean girl who just so happened to be connected to two murders.

Carla had been hesitant on working outside of the school library, but after a few days, you'd garnered enough trust to be invited to the penthouse she'd taken up residence in. Bought by her parents, of course. Though the topic of her parents only brought a frown to her pretty face.

"You live here? All by yourself?" You asked, setting your backpack down on the floor by the white couch. Coming from a wealthy family, penthouses were far from surprising to you. But living alone in an unknown country with no one familiar to keep you sane?

"It's nice. I like the privacy." Carla responded, a hint of an accent coating her voice. She slipped her coat from her shoulders and draped it over the armrest. She smoothed out the back of her short skirt and sat down on the cushion, manicured hands reaching into her bag and shuffling through it.

"You've never struck me as a lone wolf." You told her, taking note of the way her hazel eyes flickered away from you and her fingers curled around each other. She'd likely been a girl with many friends back in Spain. "Guess you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Guess not." She murmured, sliding down from the cushion and onto the floor. Slipping out her laptop and a spiral notebook, she set them down on the coffee table and patted the spot beside her. You took the invitation and settled down beside her, watching the laptop come to life. She took out her pen and clicked it, her eyes staring at it for a moment before she turned to look at you.

"Please, stay for dinner? I enjoy your company."

"Of course." You grinned. More time to learn about her and her mysterious past.

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mintbubbletea606 · 13 days

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Sharing (Carla Tsukinami x Reader x Shin Tsukinami)

Requested by: @Hanakaoni

Eyes flying open as you felt a weight crash on the bed, you tried your best to keep your breathing steady and give off the ruse that you were still asleep.

“I can hear your heart hammering, human. Don’t pretend like you’re asleep. You need to explain something to me-” Shin started as you rolled over to face the man.

“What did you wake me up for?” you asked, watching as his golden eyes slitted in response.

“Why were you cozying up with Carla earlier?” he asked as you let out a deep sigh. “Your blood belongs to me-”

“Carla practically forced me to stay with him, just as you are forcing me to be with you at this moment,” you answered, instantly regretting your agitated response when Shin moved to grab your wrist and pull you towards him.

“Shin-” you started, your eyes widening when you heard the rumbling voice of Carla calling out his brother’s name as well.

The man in question let out a snarl as his fingers unfurled from your wrist. You quickly pulled back from him and turned to face Shin’s older brother.

“We need to keep her alive long enough so that she can choose which of us she prefers. We need to keep her in good enough shape to bear a child as soon as this happens. You can’t decide to break her wrist on a whim. That won’t help anything,” Carla lectured his brother, who rolled his eyes in defeat. “Come. She needs to get her rest. Lack of sleep will cause her blood to turn bitter.”

Shin tossed you a final glance before he headed out of the room with his brother, quickly mumbling a ‘good night’ to you.

As soon as the door was shut, you hurled yourself back on the bed and rolled your eyes.

You had been snatched away from your ordinary life, and now you had to manage two vampire brothers that were both vying for your attention. If you made one wrong move, you would end up injured or even worse, dead.

Trying to rid yourself of dark thoughts, you relaxed your still tense body and curled up under the sheets. That night, you were plagued with restless slumber, broken by intense nightmares that depicted your demise.

---

From the moment that you opened your eyes, you were in the company of Carla. You were given the task of stacking up tomes in alphabetical order, only for the man to hinder your progress in some way. Hours of this tedious work continued until you finally set down the final book and gave the white-haired man a furtive glance. Carla inspected your work thoroughly, letting out an unimpressed noise upon finding that one of the books was out of order. His striking gold eyes moved to study you for a solid second before shifting back to the pile of books. He moved his foot to topple over the pile, a cruel smile turning his lips up when he saw the shocked expression that crossed over your face.

“You’ve displeased me,” he simply said, lifting you up in his arms. His mouth found its way on your neck, a soft breath leaving your lips, before his fangs tore through your flesh, causing you to cry out in pain. “And yet, I’ll still reward you for the time you’ve spent on it. How does that sound, hmm?”

You let out another small whimper as his arms tightened around your frame.

---

“You smell almost exactly like Carla,” the younger brother complained as his eyes studied you. “I’m being completely honest when I say that you absolutely reek-”

“I’ve got it!” you exclaimed, watching as his eyes crept over your neck.

“And what’s with that damn turtleneck?”

“It’s cold,” you tried, only for Shin to snort at your response.

“For a human like yourself, it’s hot.” His mouth turned down as he added, “Aren’t you smart enough to come up with a better answer than that?”

Shin sat up from his seat and stalked over to where you sat. His fingers tugged at your collar, the neck of your turtleneck ripping off.

“Hey-!” you exclaimed, your eyebrows shooting up. “You’re paying for that-”

“Oh, shut up! Damn, what the hell did he do to you?” Shin interrupted, his irritated eyes scanning the bites that covered the expanse of your neck. “How dare he touch what’s rightfully mine?!”

In a second, you were roughly thrown over Shin’s shoulder, and the First Blood was storming down the hallways before any word could leave your mouth. In a whirl of noises and movement, you heard a door open and before you knew it, you were dropped to the floor. A knife of pain sliced through your body as you shakily propped yourself up on your elbow.

“Shin, what is the meaning of this?” came Carla's voice, which was faint since your ears were pounding with blood.

“That’s what I was about to say-”

“You could have hurt her, and that would not have helped our mission-”

“You bit near her arteries. That could have ended her in an instant.”

“If you had been the one doing so, she would have surely died. I was mindful of her every move and breath, however. I would have known if something was wrong. Everything was under control.” The room was filled with silence as you realized that Shin, for once, had nothing to retort back. Was he like this with his brother all of the time?

“Was there anything else?”

“Yeah, wasn’t she supposed to choose or something like that? You’re already marking her as yours.”

“I’m simply making my presence known.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shin muttered, echoing your thoughts perfectly. He gathered you into his arms and walked you back to your room, throwing you on your bed and going to sit on a nearby chair.

“Where else did he touch you?” he immediately asked, causing you to fall into a stunned silence. “Did you hear me?”

“N-nowhere else,” you got out as Shin’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re not lying?” As soon as he saw you shake his head, his lips cracked open to reveal his fangs. “Good, now I can go even farther with you than he has.”

“Wha-” you started, silenced by his hand curing around your neck. His fangs sunk down into your revealed shoulder as his hands trailed down your back. He pulled back to mutter, “You’re mine, got it?” before biting back down.

---

Your eyes opened to the darkness of your bedroom, your body enveloped by an arm slung around you. You peeked back at Shin and moved to get out of the bed. However, you were roughly pulled back and he opened his eyes, annoyance evident in them.

“Were you going off to be with Carla?”

“N-no…” you answered, waiting as his suspicion grew. “I just needed water.”

“Ugh, humans with their needs. I’ll get you some. Don’t dare you move!” He moved out, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes passed before someone knocked against the door.

“Thank you!” you called out as the door opened. You barely got out the words before you noticed that the person was Carla.

“O-oh….” you trailed off as you peeked around the man, in time to see his younger brother returning to your bedroom.

A stagnant silence filled the room upon Shin noticing that Carla had made his way into the room. After a few minutes of silence, Shin seemed to gain his bearings and he moved around his brother to give you the glass of water.

“Oi, what are you doing here?” he asked, moving to sit beside you and throwing an arm around your shoulder.

Eyebrows creasing, you noticed how Carla’s eyes moved to look over the position you two were in. Deciding not to question it, you took an experimental sip of the water and waited for the event to unfold. Hopefully, you would manage to see another day after this altercation was over.

“I was trying to make sure that she was okay,” Carla answered as he moved to cross his arms in front of his chest.

“She’s completely fine. I was with her all night long,” Shin quickly responded, pulling you closer to him. “I thought that you had everything under control.”

“From the way that you were carrying on, I thought that something was wrong with her, something that I couldn’t catch.” Carla paused to study you intently before continuing, “After all, we must keep her at peak condition until she makes her decision.”

“I would have thought that she had made her decision. She’s obviously picked me-”

“I wouldn’t say that so easily, brother. She has spent most of her time working with me. She must favor my companionship.”

The two boys continued with their rebuttals until you let out a heavy sigh and broke free from Shin’s grasp. The two watched you closely as you moved to a corner of the room, safe way from the two of them.

“How am I supposed to pick either of you when I hardly know either of you?”

“We can solve this easily. Just pick me-” started Shin as his gaze shifted over to his brother’s calculating face.

“Would it be easier for you to choose if you were able to be in a relationship with the both of us?”

You tilted your head as you mulled over his suggestion, finally coming to your answer. Though you did not know the two as much as you would like, you knew that you were interested in both of them.

“Yes, I would like that…” you answered as you watched Carla nod in response.

“Then it’s a plan, my dear…” he murmured before moving forward to grab your hand.

“I’m good with the idea. Heh, you’ll like me more, won’t you?” Shin let out as your eyes shifted over to the man, whose lips were spread in a teasing smile. “Get ready. You have no idea what you signed up for, love.”

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luminnara · 2 years

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Lost Boys Masterlist

** = NSFW

Poly!Lost Boys: Fics:

Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires** - Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who's never stuck in one place for very long...until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she's there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk's nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems. Poly Lost Boys/OC, starts just before the movie *MULTI PART SERIES*

(Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires Masterlist)

People Are Strange -- Lost Boys x Stranger Things crossover! Billy Hargrove is back in California after surviving the events at Starcourt Mall. He finds himself winding up in Santa Carla, and when he meets a wild gang, things start to get interesting...POLY!LOST BOYS X BILLY X READER MULTI PART SERIES!

Poly lost boys x fem!reader sexy HCs ** - the boys have a pansexual mate, who wants to introduce Star into the group

Lost Boys x Reader NSFW HCs **

First Dates

Poly Lost Boys x Pregnant!reader

Lost Boys x Slasher!Reader** -- Reader is a serial killer (two parts)

Lost boys x Sawyer!Reader -- Reader is a member of the Sawyer family (Texas Chainsaw) Gender Neutral!

Lost Boys x vampire!reader -- Reader is very tactile and loves to climb everything

A Meal For Five -- Lost Boys x Hannibal!Reader

Headcanons:

Lost Boys x Fruit bat!Vampire reader HCs --Reader is a female vampire with fruit bat traits!

Lost Boys x Sweet and Sensitive reader HCs

Lost Boys x tall/curvy reader HCs

Lost Boys x touch starved reader HCs

Lost Boys x ace!reader HCS

David:

Teratophilia-David x reader NSFW**

Marko:

Marko x harpy!reader NSFW**

Marko x Harpy!reader -- Paul loses track of one of the babies, chaos ensues

Marko x Harpy!reader HCS

MORE Marko x Harpy!reader HCS

Paul:

Paul x zombie!reader

Lost Boys x Stranger Things Crossovers

The Santa Carla AU extended universe

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #david lost boys #marko lost boys #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader #david x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #masterlist

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selarina · 2 years

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Dusty Green Eyes

→ Eren Jaeger x gender neutral!reader

Content warnings: rich boy!eren, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, introspection of sorts, reader has a complicated relationship with money (don’t cancel her), unedited

Word count: 1.1k

Author’s notes: Hello, I hate this. Might delete later but I wanted to commemorate this loser’s birthday. If there are other warnings that I should be adding, please let me know and I’ll add them. Also, no dialogues was a choice and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

I'm still working on my modern!au levi fic, I might turn it into a series.

Eren could easily project a selfish persona, but he doesn't mean to; people immediately take notice of the polarity of his bright green eyes gracing its presence on a dull dull face. A face that’s worn from years of – well, no one really knows but they are certain that they can assume the worst of him. He seems the type, after all.

Now, don’t get him wrong. He isn’t far off from the “worst”, but there are a few error bars to take into consideration, for there are aspects of him that are in stark contrast to his previously mentioned "selfish" persona.

On rare evenings, Eren would attempt to open up to the only person who would listen and care. Armin's desire to undertake a summer intensive program in Australia was mentioned one such evening. This prompted him to arrive at Armin's doorstep the next day, with two plane tickets and a well-organized itinerary for the whole month. He didn't understand why it was an unusual thing to do, not until Armin spent an hour reasoning with him. Armin went on that trip anyway, because for the first time he understood how Eren's head rationalised, it's the first he had an insight into how he thought.

It would take Eren 3 years to divulge the fact that he made the itinerary himself. Of course, he didn't have to, a quick few phone calls would result in him having to do next to nothing, but he just felt like it at the time.

—

Despite being the number one contributor to the doting environment created for him, Carla Jaeger figured she should put him through circumstances that could prevent him from alienating himself. She adored the generosity of his misguided spirit, but he was limited to the people he cared about – his family, his friends and that's that?

He didn't really have a wide range of friends either, and she suspects that some of the individuals he considers friends aren't really his friends. Not because they had ulterior motives but because his notions of friendship are vastly different from the norm. (Exhibit A – he thinks Connie’s his friend because he’s constantly giving him money to buy weed from him, but really, Connie’s his friend because he knows Eren quit smoking years ago yet he buys from him still.)

She remembers throwing birthday parties for him, how the number of people invited would decrease in number as he grew in age. She remembers how he celebrated his last birthday with only him because he didn’t feel the need to invite anyone else. But she isn’t sure if anyone would have shown even if he did. Maybe he knew that too.

She laments for a version of him that isn’t as disconnected from reality. If she could have put aside her doting nature, maybe he would be different. But she wanted him to have the best of the best, and now she's forced to. reconsider her definition of best

—

The circumstances you found yourself in for fate to tether you to Eren weren't ideal at all, and you're not sure if you would make the same choices if you could do it all over again. The day had been stressful for members of your family, to put it mildly. But, it was also the day that brought Eren to you, the source of many of your hardships.

Now, you weren't far from rich; you just weren't the kind of opulence that could rent out an island at the get-go. Your desire to be independent of your parents' finances usually resulted in elaborate money-saving schemes. It felt pretty good for a while until you couldn't help but feel ignorant working in a bookshop for money when you were actually filthy rich.

Regardless, for this very same reason, you agreed to attend a party hosted by a random college student. They had alcohol which was usually your remedy to a day spent at your parents’ mansion. You could go home and finish your preserved alcohol but you would much rather have free alcohol.

That party is where you meet Eren Jaeger. Eren tries his best to draw people away from his eyes, with elaborate tattoos adorned on his arms, funky pants he regrets wearing, and long hair left untamed to shield himself. And the bright green of his eyes stays dusty when he tries hard enough but it’s still a visionary.

You couldn’t help but gravitate towards him, you make conversation and soon find that you don't just want him to be the quick fuck you were looking for. He’s quiet and awkward. He’s misplaced, like a big log of wood placed in the middle of a ballroom. He has exquisite taste in literature and sometimes, you’re on your toes trying to keep up with him. It’s invigorating and naturally, you find yourself on a date with him the next day.

The date was surprisingly simple for a not very simple man. He mentions half-truths and he can’t help but feel hollow. You mention ambitions - how you want to write a book, maybe have some champagne at 1:20 am in Paris, build a farm or color your hair. But I don’t have the time, you add.

Eren wants to tell you he would stop time for you if he could but he isn’t sure if that’s embarrassing. He genuinely means that, if he was given the ability to stop time, why would he not do that for you? But he did ask Armin for advice and he's trying to rely on intuition to be good at his first date ever.

At the end of the day, Eren is Eren, which is why he offers to help you the only way he knows — he offers to pay away your troubles.

That way you get time to color your hair, at the very least, and he smiles for you you, for the first time since you’ve met.

You're upset. You're upset because it’s a nice smile, but Eren stands there, encompassing all your financial and parental dilemmas, and you lash out at him.

Pure unbridled rage poured out at a man who just stands there, taking it. Amidst your yelling, you ocassionally spot the green on his visage, it grows duller with every passing minute. You need to stop yelling, but you're feeling lighter now. You sense that you'll stop when you run out of words.

You feel the guilt seep in, creeping in as your words slow down and your volume diminishes gradually.

You don’t leave immediately after, as much as you want to. You're embarassed, but that dissipates with ever sip you take of the ice tea Eren got for you.

You know you’re projecting so you stay. You decide that you'll tell him as it is, since he seems genuinely confused.

Eren stares at you, wanting to comfort you but he doesn't know what your definition of comfort is, or what the definition of comfort is at all. He doesn’t have hardships, all he’s known is comfort.

He stands there, trying to process your words. Maybe understanding you is all the comfort you’ll need.

You speak up to clarify what you meant to actually convey and that’s the first time you’ve opened up about your family and it’s because of a complete fucking stranger. You're not directly opening up to him, you've only known him for a day, you're not going to do that. You're just opening up these thought processes in your head.

He doesn't ask for more, even though you're being cryptic. He understands because it's at this point, Eren sees how disconnected his version of relationships, his version of life are from reality.

–

His life doesn’t change monumentally after meeting you, he just finds himself going out more, even if it’s not for himself. Not yet, at least. He finds himself on a first-name basis with the shop owner from your favorite tea place, he finds himself relearning social cues because he wants you to express yourself without having to walk around him all the time, and for the first time in a couple of years, he finds himself on a table full of people for his birthday.

Amidst the crowded table of the restaurant you can finally afford, all on your own, you think maybe this is something you could get used to. You turn to your right and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a green so bright.

#eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren fluff #eren angst #eren x y/n #eren hurt/comfort #aot x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger fluff #eren drabble #aot writing #eren x you

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sanzu-whore · 3 years

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The Artists Mark // Kaoru Sakurayashiki x Reader Smut

Pairings: Kaoru Sakurayashiki x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings/Tags: Nsfw, Implied Oral (m receiving), Fluff

A/N: Wrote this for my friend, now suffer <3

Sun calls you gently from your sleep, warm against your skin as it seeps through the sheer curtains that hang from your bedroom window. There's a shuffle above you, quiet and barely audible if you weren't paying attention. The slight crinkle of parchment that brings a dopey smile to your face.

Kaoru stills as soon as you shift, waiting a moment for you to continue your sleep before he relaxes and only then do you notice the weight on your head. His fingers carding gently through your bird's nest of hair, lightly scraping his nails against your scalp and involuntarily drawing a content sigh from your lips.

"Good morning." He tenses and when you lift your head to gaze at him, a gentle smile greets you. Glasses nearly tipping off his nose and a book crooked between thin fingers, the lush blanket covering the both of you resting just above his waist and allowing your arm to rest over his warm stomach.

Warm, everything is warm with him. Gentle and loving as he strokes your cheek with the same grace and care he uses when writing. It's impossible to not get butterflies even after all this time in his company, maybe that's why you love him. Why he still treats you so carefully as if you'll shatter with one wrong move, leave with one wrong word. You love Kaoru because he loves you and wants it to stay that way.

Your friends laughed when they met him, a light giggle in the air as they joked- "Just wait for the honeymoon phase to be over." But five years seem to pass as easily as water through spread fingers in his presence and you don't find yourself minding.

Especially not when he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against your knuckles. "What are you reading?" And though your morning voice sounds horrible and scratchy against your head, Kaoru only sighs and turns the book for you to see. Pages tinted from decades of age decorated with the world's finest phrases, letters to some unknown lover and promises of undying affection sprawled across the parchment with a style that you could recognize from a mile away. Karou's handwriting.

His smile quirks more as you flush. "I'm trying to find what I should write for my next demonstration." Kaoru's fingers lace with yours as he continues with a defeated sigh. "But these are not for anyone else's eyes, so I am left fumbling once again for inspiration."

"Did you ask Carla?" The board charging at the foot of your bed beeps rapidly in protest as Kaoru narrows his eyes at you. A laugh bubbles in your chest "I can't help you with this, ask me anything else and I'll gladly try."

You watch his gaze flicker to the bedside table where a small wooden box rests, filled to the brim with travel sized brushes and inks. When it returns, you're pinned in place by the intensity that resides in it as he stares at the sliver of skin on your shoulder not shielded by the blanket. "Be my canvas."

You choke on a disbelieving laugh "Huh?"

"Turn around." Your skin pricks at the seriousness that laces his voice but you can't resist the curiosity that burns at your stomach. His smile stretches as you pull the blanket down and lay on your stomach with your arms folded on the pillow above you, nude back on display as his weight shifts around you. A few moments of shuffling pass before you feel the press of his thighs against your hips, caging you against the bed as a palm, featherlite, ghosts over the small of your back. Raising goosebumps as it travels to your neck and brushes your hair out of the way.

Kaoru murmurs against your ear, breath hot on the skin as you suppress the shiver that threatens to roll down your spine. "Stay still for me." You can't find it in yourself to quip back, allowing yourself to melt into the mattress beneath your heated chest.

Your breath catches in your throat as cold drips over your back, nearly jumping away from the shock before Kaoru's palm presses between your shoulder blades and traps you to the bed. "I said stay."

You bite back on instinct "Watch your tone, Kaoru." His breath hitches and the pressure against your back lessons as he hums.

"Sorry." This time you're more prepared for the cold ink as it drips onto your skin, thin bristles of his favorite brush lightly scraping against your back as it drags up. Drawing a rattled groan from your lips as Kaoru presses his weight further into you. His voice a near purr "You look so good like this, my muse." Heat boils your skin and every drag of his hand rewards him with a muffled curse.

His free hand travels from your back to your nails digging into the pillow, intertwines his fingers with yours for a beat before releasing and letting his palm wander to your ribs. Wretch a gasp from your lips and map your body like he's trying to memorize it as his teeth nip at the junction of your shoulder and neck. "Careful-" He ignores your clipped plea with a hum before kissing at your shoulder, teeth nipping and pulling until he's satisfied with the mark left behind.

The brush drags towards the dip of your back just as his fingers reach your heat. "You have to stay still or the ink will run.." Kaoru's voice is even and collected but it's impossible to ignore the grind of his hips. The brush long forgotten next to you as his now free hand presses against the back of your neck, holding you in place as a groan slips through his calm guise.

"If only the world could see you like this, spread out for me. My best work." Heat builds in your stomach with each twist of his hand that pulls a stuttered moan from your throat. "Mon petit chou, my love." Kaoru purrs out each syllable, his thighs tensing around you as you jolt against his palm. "But they can not appreciate your beauty to its truest extent, to see you like this is an experience that I hope you allow me to be selfish with."

"Kaoru-" oh God how can he sound so pretty? How can one man pull you apart thread by thread and count every one with the carefulness of the fates stitching together the world. He has to know how much power he has over you, its impossible for him not to. Not when he wretches bliss from your rattled form and carries you through the pleasure with poems written by the heavens muttered into your skin.

Skin hot against his, you sink into the mattress. "Is the ink dry yet?" Kaoru drags his slicked hand from under you to touch your back before humming.

"Yes, but I would wait a few-" He's pinned beneath you before he can finish, eyes blown wide with lust as his lips part to gape at you.

His wrists lay trapped beneath your palm as your hips settle above his. His length pressing against your stomach. "Kaoru.." He twitches at your coo. "Let me thank you." His mouth opens to protest but you cut him off with a kiss. Lips pressing against his feverishly as your hand runs over his chest, nails scraping over his nipples to capture a trembling gasp from his throat as he gladly welcomes your tongue.

Grinds against you as you pull away from his chasing lips and whines so prettily as you nip at his jaw. Bite and suck the skin until he's covered in purple and writhing underneath you, pleas tumbling from his tongue like a prayer as you ghost your teeth over his chest. "You're so pretty Kaoru." You can't help but grin when he moans at the praise. "All mine, so pretty for me. I love you Kaoru." As soon as you release your hold on his hands they fly to your head, fingers twisting into your hair as he struggles to gasp for breath.

"Please." His hips jump as you kiss at the bruised flesh from the night before, breath ghosting over the thin trail of pink hair that leads you to your goal. "Please-"

"Patience Kaoru." Your lips hover above his flushed length, something possessive purring in your chest as he whines. "Let me say thank you, properly."

Later that day, when you finally leave the comfort of your lover's side to get dressed. You sneak a glance at your back in the mirror, flush blooming your skin as you trail over the Kanji painted there.

'Sakurayashiki Kaoru'

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That was my first work I started writing in English, so sorry for mistakes. Also I don't know, what counts as curse words in English, so again, sorry

Warnings: curse words, depressing thoughts, thoughts and talks about suicide, suicide attempt

(If you feel that you need someone to talk to, don't hold it in you, I'm open to every message and talk. You are loved and not alone c: )

Alone

Poly! Lost Boys x Gender Neutral Reader

You were angry. No, angry wasn't the right word for that. You were pissed, that was more like it. And rightfully so.

Of course, all in all the boys had done nothing wrong. Of course, you still stayed with them. And how could you not? You had been with them for the past 10 years, being freshly turned and all. You met them first when you were on a trip with friends in Santa-Carla. You were supposed to stay there only for a couple of days, being curious about "Murder capital of the world". And while your friends walked around, trying to find problems, get drunk, get laid, you explored the boardwalk. There your life had changed forever.

It only took you a week to understand that you wouldn't be able to live without any of them. Without calmness and understanding of Dwayne. Without long talks with David and his protectiveness over his family. Without Marko's jokes and unending adrenaline. Without Paul's flirting and constant music. There was no second thought, when they told the truth about what they are and what you are to them. You belonged with them. And you had never felt more whole and complete. You would never be alone again. You were more alive than before and your heart wasn't even beating, oh irony.

And you were happy with them, with your new life. You got used to taking lives away. It was just the meaning to survival. Now days (nights) were full of laughter, party and love. The cave, the boardwalk, the thrill of the night... Even Max more or less approved it. Well, not like he had much of a choice. He could say "no", he could harm you just because he didn't like you, he was stronger than all of the boys. But then he would have four pissed off vampires who would either try to kill him or abandon him. And with his obsession with family... That wasn't his perfect place in life. Besides, you were their calming element, who could talk them out of trouble. Sometimes. So he accustomed to this.

So, your life was perfect. It had been until recently. Because Star appeared in the horizon. You didn't hate her from the start, you understood her meaning for the coven. You weren't exactly the most outgoing or flirty, so you couldn't lure "food" into the trap. Star was better in this way. She was funny, she was pretty, her laugh was very attractive. You had the talk about it with the boys, and they assured you - nothing would ever stand between you all. They need to teach her how to live new life and how to help them, that's it. So you agreed to that. Plus, Laddie was just adorable, even with your dislike of his elder "sister" you couldn't resist this child. The fact that four grown-up cruel vampires cared so much for a simple boy warmed your heart.

But that was in the beginning. Now... Now you were ready to give anything just to have Star removed from your life. And she wasn't cruel or rude towards you, but the whole situation was... Not pleasant.

- Marco, are you ready? You promised you would help me with patches, - you smiled, approaching the blond guy. You two had planned this for weeks, with you buying new patches, but not knowing what to do with them and where to put them for the best look. Marko, being the most creative out of the four, offered to help, so you made plans. He smiled too, but... He looked like he was confused.

- Today?! Babe, I... I forgot and made plans with Star. Shit, I... I promise, no! I swear, I would help you tomorrow! - Marco grabbed your shoulders, looking with pleading eyes at you. His big doe-like eyes always worked on you, but now...

- Really? I heard that before, you know? - you looked away with a sigh. It had been already two weeks of promising, so you were pretty tired. Marko didn't let you pull away. He grabbed your hands and kissed your palms, still looking at you with his pleading eyes.

- No, this time is different, I promise. Tomorrow, when we wake up, both of us are going to make the best patches in the world! You will have the best... The bestest jacket in the whole universe!!! - you couldn't help, but smile a little. - Oh, I saw that! You smiled! Come on, babe, you know your bat boyfriend has empty head...

- Oh, don't be Paul, please! - you laughed, finally relaxing in the arms of her mate. Maybe he really forgot, and tomorrow would be the day. But in the next evening he went on his way, trying to outdo Laddie in the arcade game. And you were too tired to remind him again anything. The patches weren't that important anyways, and they had the infinity on their side, so...

***

- Stop it! - you could hear Star's laughter. Coming closer to the place, where boys left their bikes, you saw how one of them stole halfling's scarf. Paul was running around with it, while Star tried to get it back, laughing. Suddenly, the vampire stopped and turned around to surprised brunette. Star couldn't slow down enough and bumped into the blonde. Paul only grabbed her waist, holding her in place. Star put her hands on his arms, trying to push him away but he was obviously stronger. - Come on, Paul, let me go.

- Oh, but my Star of the night sky, how can I possibly let you go without having at least one kiss, - pouted Paul. He bent down a little, smiling like sly fox getting his prey. Star blushed, but obviously couldn't get away from slowly approaching vampire. - Just one itsy bitsy tiny...

- Paul, I found chocolate you wanted to try, - you decided to finally interfere, stepping closer. You had seen enough of that scene. Paul turned his attention to you and let go of Star. She instantly stepped away from him. Both clearly didn't expect to see you there.

- Oh, pooh-bear, you ruined all the fun, - whined Paul. You ignored Star's look and raised a brow.

- What, I messed up with your plan to kiss her? Sorry, can I offer alternative? Oh wait, I don't have such a pretty scarf, - scoffed you, rolling your eyes.

- Wait... - Paul smirked, as if he understood something. - Are you jealous? Baby, you're jealous, gosh! - you silently cursed. Obviously, you didn't want to see this smug look on his face. Paul knew he couldn't make you jealous while flirting with other girls, they were no one rather than occasional dinner. But Star, who lived with all of you, knew you, your secret and were close to you? That was completely other thing.

- Shut up! I'm not jealous, I just... Star looked uncomfortable and I know how unbearable you can be! - you found reasonable explanation pretty quickly. If only life was so easy...

- Oh, but... It's alright, I know Paul was only joking, - brunette interfered in their conversation, smiling awkwardly. You glared at her. If you could, you would explode from all of the emotions. Hoping to get the halfling in the process.

- Oh, then I guess, I leave you to it, good luck with kissing and everything, - you smiled sharply and turned around, going the other way. Of course, Paul followed you and told you it was all jokes, and nothing more, but you were already pissed. Even though you told him everything is ok, and you're not mad. All of it was getting old.

***

- David? Where the hell is he? - you walked all over the cave and still couldn't find your mate. Dwayne, Paul and Marko were on the hunt, and they had the evening to themselves, but the platinum blonde guy was nowhere to be found. You had called for him for 10 minutes and still no answer.

- He went away, - you turned your head to see Laddie, curled up on the sofa. The boy looked bored, but... He was alone? You looked around, but... It was strange, Star never really went off without him. Boys too never left him all by himself. Then why...

- Where to? Has something happened? - you came closer to the Laddie. He shrugged and flipped the page of Marco's comic book.

- They didn't tell me, just left.

- Ah, David went out with guys, - that was strange, as they usually hunted together, but... There were very many strange things with them. Maybe they were too hungry, or extatic, or...

- No, they left together. Star and David, - responded Laddie. You froze in your place. He... Just left the cave alone with Star... On their night together alone. - Did I... Say something wrong? - Laddie suddenly became nervous. - I'm sorry, I...

- It's okay, buddy, hey, - you smiled comfortingly. trying to get bad thoughts away from your head. It wasn't his fault after all, and you couldn't do anything about the situation. - Why are you so nervous? You know, I'm not rough like guys...

- Star... She told me to be careful with you... She... Thinks that you're too quite, - he barely raised his voice, but you heard him perfectly well, his words sounding clearly and loud like a thunder. You sat there dumbfounded for a minute without a word, but then sighed and smiled, hugging Laddie. This girl won't take the only joy in your life.

- I am, indeed, quite. But that doesn't mean I am no fun. How about you show me your favourite comic books, and we read it together, huh? - you offered. Boy was easy-going, so he immediately jumped to get his favourite book. And if you ignored David for the rest of the evening in favour of the kid, and even layed down to sleep with him in the nest, and not on the rafters with guys... Just coincidence.

***

- Where is everybody?! - you sighed exasperatedly. You were running up and down the boardwalk and couldn't find anyone. It was time for them to leave the boardwalk, but you had to stay behind for a while, getting everything the boys asked you to. They had to leave for the day, but... Realization hit you hard like a ton of bricks, making you stop dead in your tracks. They had indeed left. Without you. And the sunrise was close. Cursing and swearing, you turned back, running as fast as you could towards the video store. Max didn't like you obviously, but he could help you, if he was still there.

Closed. Panicking, you ran to the back alley. Without anyone seeing, you flew up. Maybe, if you would be fast, you would get to the cave in time.

Luck... Wasn't at your side, obviously. Flying over the top of forest trees, your skin started slowly hurting and burning. First sunbeams started appearing on the horizon. The terror surrounded you, as you understood - you didn't make it. Panicking, you practically fell to the ground, losing control of everything. You were trembling in fear and looked around, trying to find any place to hide and save yourself. Thankfully, you found some kind of a small narrow cave near the little forest stream. You practically threw yourself there, burying your own body as deep as you could, digging and throwing the dirt and the ground around, making yourself some kind of coverage.

What a terrible long day it was. You crowled out only when there was darkness surrounding the forest. You were still shaking, even though the sun disappeared. Yes, you healed, but you had never been so scared in your entire life, even when you transformed into the immortal being. You had already forgotten that they left you at the boardwalk. All of that emotions and feelings were washed away by the tiredness and fear. You really were surprised that you were still alive. Plus you were tired beyond imagination, because you just couldn't sleep in this place. You were dirty from all the ground you buried yourself in. So naturally you didn't have the strength to fly.

It was another hour or so, when you stumbled down the stairs into the cave. In your mind you would just go to the nest, sleep. Maybe swim a little, cleaning off the sticky nasty dirt. Food, emotions and everything else didn't matter. But apparently not to anyone else around.

- Where have you been? - harsh voice made you shiver and stop in your tracks. You raised your eyes to see David. And everyone else around him. All of them looked worried and... Pretty angry. You smiled tiredly, but nothing could change the fact that he was still angry, he was not easy-going, you knew it. Dwayne looked calm and collected as always, Marko stood a little bit further near Star's bed, biting thumb nervously. Paul shifted from one foot to other nervously. Everyone was nervous, you could feel it. Maybe they did care about you, and you were just wrong? - You haven't been in the cave for the whole day, now you're here, in dirt, smelling like hell know what and you're smiling?

- Dav... I'm tired. Let's have this talk in the morning, or tomorrow, I'm... - you pleaded with him, smiling tiredly and wanting nothing more but to just collapse in the nest.

- You're tired? We were on the edge! - he interrupted you harshly. You furrowed brows, not understanding, what he meant and what did he want from you in this state.

- We were worried. We thought about hunters and anything else that could happen! - added Paul. Everyone could see, he was nervous. For a moment you even felt a tug of guilt, but... - And you're okay. You're just went somewhere to have fun...

- Fun? - to say you were shocked to hear this is to say nothing. They saw the dirt, everything, how tired you were and yet... - You can't be serious, Paul.

- What else are we supposed to think? - David interfered in the conversation again. - You smell differently, you're in something...Sticky, to say the least. And most importantly, you weren't here for the whole day.

- Maybe because I was trying to hide from the sun?! - you snapped at the platinum blonde, having none of their stupid nonsence, your tiredness washed away, giving the place to anger.

- It was your fault, - you froze in your place, everything inside of you fell down at the sound of those words. Dirty, tired, exhausted and angry, you stared in disbelief at Dwayne. He was the only one you thought would support and understand her. The only reasonable one. The only one who would understand your reasons and the whole picture but...

- Dwayne, you...

- I was riding with Star, plus watching over Laddie, who was with Paul. But I saw you with that boy from the milkshake stand. You were chatting your time away with him.

- Even more interesting, - scoffed David. He came closer to you. You looked at the ground defeated, not knowing what to say. They even made it seem like you were in the wrong for flirting with someone. There was silence for a moment. Then David grabbed your chin, making you look at him. - You're not leaving the cave until I tell you to. It's safe from the sun. And if you're hungry, we would find you something.

- David, I...

- Do you understand me? - he squeezed his fingers, making you grab his wrist out of pure instinct, rather than struggle. You know better then trying to get away from any of them, let alone David. You whimpered, understanding your whole situation.

- I understand, - you answered quietly at last. David let go of you, and for a second you almost lost the balance.

- Good. We're leaving. Star, Laddie, let's go, - he headed towards the steps. You stood still, while everyone else walked past you. Paul though stopped near you and definitely wanted to say something, but... - Paul, it's time to go! - David called from the entrance.

- Sorry, - he whispered, but this fell on deaf ears. You stood in one place, not moving, until the rumble of the bikes became so far away, that even with enhanced hearing you couldn't hear them. Then, you felt them. Tears. For the first time in years you were crying. You felt like you couldn't breath, your lungs burned, as you fell to the floor. You felt useless, felt broken, as... They didn't hear you, didn't want to.

There were so many emotions. You crowled your way to the couch, not having the strengh to stand up. You whimpered and cryed only more from all the exhaustion and pain. You only looked up at it, not daring to climb on it, as you could bring dirt on it. Dwayne would be mad, he tried to clean everything at least a little bit. Funny... Even now you still thought of them and their wishes.

"You're ours. We will never leave you, use you or betray you. Or worse forget you. You're a part of us, kitten," - as if in dream you heard David's voice from a decade ago all over again, convincing you to drink, begging you to accept them. To let them love you, promising the whole world in return. It seemed so far away now...

You screamed that night. Not from the pain or tiredness. But from the loss of your mates. To you it felt like it was the end.

***

When they returned, it was almost the morning. When they returned, you were already numb. When they returned, you managed to calm yourself down and even swim a little in the ocean, scrubbing the dirt off. Technically, you were on the lower levels of the cave, so David wasn't mad. But he still didn't let the others go to you.

- If they want to sulk on the floor, let them be, - said him. You didn't even react to that. You just sat there, watching your "mates" go to the sleeping cave with emotionless eyes.

- Y/N? - Laddie sheepishly came to you. - Are you okay? - what a funny word "okay". You smirked and sighed. He was worried, even if he didn't understand everything that was going on. He was too pure to let him into that. He was just a kid.

- I will be fine, buddy. It's time for you to go to bed, - you smiled tiredly. Laddie stood there for a moment, and then hugged you. You shivered, but hugged him back.

- Dwayne took me today to taste this new blueberry shake. If you want to, I will show you tomorrow, it was good, - mumbled boy. You laughed humourlessly. This boy definitely had a golden heart.

- Of course. When... When David give his permission we'll go to have this shake. And your favourite ice cream, - Laddie smiled at you and ran away to his nest. Smile on your face, however, disappeared as soon as he ran away. You watched in his direction for a while. He was so careless, just a child in this cruel world. You could only hope, the boys and Star would raise him well and he won't fall the victim of everything that was going on.

You lowered your head and didn't move, not until all of the sounds disappeared. Guys were sleeping, and you could here Laddie's snores. At this point you decided everything. Slowly, still out of energy, you raised on feet, looking around. This place was a home for you. You ran around it with boys. You slept on this couch with Paul, too high to even think, move or breath. You argued with Marko over new names for pigeons over there. You read almost half of the new books Dwayne brought to the cave. You spent evenings and mornings near David's chair, enjoying talks or comfortable silence with him.

You sighed heavily, thinking again. You could have tried to save the situation. You could have tried to talk with them about it. You could have done a lot of things. But you were tired of doing it alone. They didn't try. They just went with it, taking everything as granted, and didn't think about... About you. So you didn't think as well, you just moved. Step by step, you slowly walked around, looking at the walls, antics, and things around, all to familiar. You stopped for a moment, wondering about how exactly you should act. Finally, your eyes fell upon sun, beaming through crack in the wall. It would be ideal. One step. They will understand, right? They have Star, they don't need another person near. Another step. They hate you now. They won't miss you. Third, final step, before you stop. Something inside was trembling, but you stood still. You were too tired and just wanted it to stop. You swayed a little, raising a foot for a final step and...

Someone tackled you to the ground right before you managed to make a final step. You shivered, as if you broke from the trance and fought against that someone. Boys were sleeping, you heard that perfectly, then what... You broke free from the grip and turned around. Star. Hell, you completely forgot about halfling.

- The hell you're doing?! - you hissed at the brunette, now extremely pissed off with her.

- You asking me that?! What in the actual hell are you doing? - Star looked scared. - You nearly went to the sun!

- That was the idea, dumbass! - You nearly growled at girl, making her freeze. Terror turned into shock.

- Y/N, why...

- Don't you dare asking me why! - you finally snapped. You already were on the edge, and now all of your emotions went back after the numbness, as if they never went away. - You appeared and changed everything! They see you. Not anything else in the world crosses their minds. Only you.

- Y/N... You're wrong. Guys, they rude and loud, yes, but they love you, not me. They really were worried when you haven't come back. They constantly tell me stories of you. They adore you!

- Save it! I don't give a damn what they're telling you! Their actions are speaking for them louder than words! They forgot me on the boardwalk and made me guilty in the situation! Dwayne, who was always the most considerable, told me that he was busy with you! I nearly died, trying to get to the cave, I buried myself in the ground, trying to survive the day! But I was wrong, because I stayed late, are you kidding me?!

- You know David, he's overreacted and...

- He abandoned me on our date night to go out with you, - you interrupted Star. - David times and times told me how it would be better if I learn from you how to be attractive, so I can lure meals too. Marco forgot about all our plans the minute you ask him of something, and let's not even start on Paul. They take your favourite food, and remember how often they forget about my orders?

- Y/N, I know what you're thinking. But I'm not trying to take your place. And they don't see me as their...

- Mate? Yeah, I know, they told me that. Words again. I'm always left out, and you're the centre of their attention. The best of the best, if you may!

Star was silent. She seemed like she couldn't find the right words. And you only now regretted your outburst, not wanting to make anyone guilty. It was your feelings, why should everyone else care, it's in your head and only there. It was you who felt it, not her...

- And the worst part - it's not your fault. It's theirs. I can't be angry with you - you didn't choose this. And I can't be angry with the persons I love the most in this world. This is the damn circle I just can't break. I did everything they asked me to, - you whimpered, started crying again. - I stayed here, attracted to them. They told me I was always supposed to be with them. That I won't be alone ever again. I left everything behind, I changed, I forgot everything about the past. Hell, I killed my friends for them! - you looked at Star, not even trying to hold back tears. - And they just... Forget about me.

- Y/N... - Star moved closer, hugging your whimpering figure. And you just broke in the hands of the halfling, crying again with trembling, though you thought there wasn't any tears left in you, and you were calm about the situation. Apparently feelings and wounds were deeper that you thought. - I'm sorry. I didn't know that you felt this way. I would have... Stop them or say something.

- They don't listen to their mate, you think they would listen to you? - you scoffed still through tears.

- They listen to you, sweetheart. You just don't see, how eagerly Paul and Marko are listening to your opinion in your talks. Dwayne loves to discuss books with you. They love you, I know that.

- But I don't know that... - you said quiter, sobbing, but trying to calm down. You moved away a little and wiped nose and eyes. - Sorry. It started with you, yes, but I didn't mean, I...

- You should talk with them. Say how you feel, that you want to be with them more. Let them help you, - Star said, smiling softly to you, giving you the napkin. You just took it, not actually using it.

- No. I'm done, Star. For months I tried and tried. We had the talk about you at the beginning. They told me nothing would change, but again... Words. I'm done trying, I don't have strength for that. I give up, - you looked away. Star stared at you for a while and then noticed where were you looking at. Sunny place near the couch. Oh no... She panicked a little, but tried to stay calm, at least visually. She had to do something and quickly.

- Let's... Let's decide what to do tonight? For now you must be exhausted, you haven't slept for almost two days. You can sleep with me, in my...nest or whatever you call it. And in the evening we'll come up with something. You don't have to... End it like this. You're young, you can travel, see the world, people around, - Star hoped she would get through to you. For a several moments you were silent, fidgeting with the napkin, and then you just shrugged.

- Maybe you're right... - you nodded, giving up on your goal for now. You were too weak now for that or fighting anyway. Star smiled with relief and stood up. She helped you raise to your feet and lead you to her bed.

- Let's have some rest, alright? - Star smiled, tucking you in firstly, making sure that both of you would be safe from the sun and than laying near you. You hesitated and then layed the hand on brunette's shoulder.

- Can you hug me? I haven't cuddle in a while. I know I said a lot of rude things to you today, and I understand if not... - you were interrupted by hug. For a moment you were still, as you were embraced by the warmth and nice aroma of the girl. There was so much caring, love, softness, you swore you nearly miss a heartbeat, even if it was impossible. You missed this feeling... - Good day, Star.

- Good day. Sleep well, Y/N - whispered she softly, drifting away.

***

Evening started normally. David woke up first. He stretched and looked around, jumping from the rafters. It took him a moment to remember that you stayed in the "living room", when they left for the day. He sighed heavily. He was mad, yes, but he didn't want to punish you for long. Maybe couple of days were enough? He knew that Marko, for example, missed the feeling of you in his arms falling asleep. And to him your scent was more than relaxing. He couldn't shun you away for long. The others woke up minutes later.

They crowled out of the sleeping cave to see your sleeping figure curled up on the Star's bed. Paul was already "aaawing" from this, while David just smirked. He made two steps to the bed, but was stopped by Star's hand. She gripped his shoulder, making him look at her. Halfling looked pretty... Mad? David raised a brow at this, asking her wordlessly about her reasons.

- We need to talk. Now, - Star tugged him to the couch. Vampires looked at each other questionably and followed her. Girl looked mad, as she waited while everyone situated themselves in the "living room". - Do you love Y/N?

- What? This is stupid question, - scoffed Marko, rolling his eyes, but Star had none of it.

- If you don't. If you lied to them about this mate thing and "the eternity spent together", let them go. They're suffering.

- One night of sulking and punishment is nothing, - David rolled his eyes. While he didn't think you deserved long punishment, he was still mad at you. - They deserved it, they stayed late with that boy, they didn't show up, we were worried and...

- Y/N tried to walk out in the sun, - interrupted him Star. The silence crept over the boys, they froze in their places. - I nearly stopped them. They cried and screamed that they're done trying to reach out to you. Y/N... They just... So defeated. I don't even know how I managed to get them to sleep. I guess I was lucky they were extremely exhausted.

- What are you talking about? Y/N couldn't, - Marko shook his head. He and Paul looked very scared. They exchanged worried looks. Dwayne and David remained silent, not looking at anyone in particular. They all tried to think about what Star told them. - They couldn't, right? They know we love them.

- No, Y/N doesn't know that, you made sure of it! - Star had never been so brave in front of them, but she still could feel fear from the morning. - You forget about your plans together, you abandon them on your date nights, you talk to me and spend time with each other, with me, but not choose them. I had to convince them that you need them. Y/N wanted to just... End this, - Star shivered and sighed, lowering her head. Her bravery was gone as fast as it came. - I don't know them very well, but... They don't deserve it. So get your shit together and...

- What's going on here? - they turned to see you. You heard the voices and commotion from the area, and came to check what was going on. You yawned, slowly waking up. Not getting an answer, you looked at everyone, and then it clicked. Their shocked, pained expressions, nervous Star. - Seriously? The first thing you did in the evening - go to them and spilled the beans. So much for the trust.

- Star... Please, take Laddie and go for a walk, - asked David quietly. The girl sent you apologetic smile but you didn't even want to look at her. You dreaded this conversation. As much as you wanted it to end, you didn't want to hear this and see their faces when it's all over. But you couldn't postpone it, and soon both Star and her brother were gone. Once again there was silence. - Kitten...

- Don't "kitten" me now, - you said tiredly. - Can we just skip over the part where you're telling me that you're tired of me and go to the part where you send me away?

- We won't send you away, - answered Dwayne. He looked calm, but his eyes were like a storm. He was shaken, seeing his mate like this. You could see him right through, even if he was perfect in hiding his emotions, when he was nervous, you could easily feel it. - Never. We told you, we will always be with you.

- You and me both know that is a bunch of bullshit. You have left me on the side for so long, that... You know what, I don't even have to explain anything to you, it's of no use, - you shook your head and turned away, trying to go away. Marko appeared before you, stopping you from leaving. You were mad at them, but his eyes, full of guilt and... Fear? Your unbeating heart shivered for a moment. You never could resist them. - Let me go, Marko. Now.

- Not until you let us at least try to fix this, - he pleaded, biting his lip nervously. - We were dumb...

- You are dumb, - you corrected him.

- We are dumb, - he nodded. - But please, let us fix this.

- No, - you said sternly. - You had plenty of chances. I'm tired, Marko, - you felt everyone's eyes on you. You felt their nervousness and... Fear? - Let me go. Please. I'm going crazy here, it's like you being with me is heavy for you, - you looked at everyone and stopped your eyes at David. - I just want this to end. David, please. Any way is good. Make me forget, kill me, anything but this, - you sobbed, but quickly collected yourself and stepped away, when you noticed Paul tried to come closer to your side. - Anything is better than seeing you forget and abandon me...

- Kitten, we won't kill you. And we don't want you to forget us. We were bad mates. We abandoned your needs, we left you. And for that we're sorry, - David carefully stepped closer, as if you could disappear from sudden move. - But we don't want to lose you. The mere thought of you going in the sun or just leaving us is...

- Devastating, - Dwayne ended for David. You looked away. You knew David wasn't the guy to admit his mistakes, to apologize even. But you were tired of believing empty words. You shook your head.

- I heard that before. You told me you won't abandon me, that you were trying to get Star used to everything, that we need her as luring element. We had that talk in the very beginning. And where are we now? - you smiled sadly, rubbing you forehed. - I don't believe anything you say anymore. I know you don't want to deal with me as you don't deal with anything that is broken, you always get rid of the garbage...

- You are not garbage, babe! - Paul couldn't keep himself quiet. - You are our treasure, our... Perfect mate. Yes, we have each other, yes, we are shitty with words and sometimes emotions. David may seem rude, Marko rough, Dwayne may seem emotionless. And me, I understand I'm flirty and sometimes go over the line with others, or Star, and I could say or do something shitty, I...

- Paul, - Dwayne had to put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it in order to shut down his ramblings. Paul was wind up, he was nervous, everyone could see it. He was turned last of the boys, making you the youngest, so having the least expirience out of them, he was the worst in hiding his feelings. Paul pressed his lips together, keeping himself from talking more, averting his eyes.

- We mean it, kitten. Y/N, look at me, - David put a hand on your cheek, but you just pulled away fast, as if it hurt. You were hesitant, not wanting to fall for their words again only to be in this situation again. - Please... - you sighed and raised your eyes. David rarely asked. Especially in this tone of voice. He looked like he was in pain. - Please, let us fix this. Don't shun away from us.

- I... I don't know. With all of this, I just... I don't feel anything now. Like... Why do you hate me? - you sobbed, lowering your head. - I'm always alone. And when I'm with you it's like you have better things to do. You scream, forget, and I... I did everything you asked, I forget my past, I... I killed my friends, - you rarely shed a tear for them, they were typical teenagers, just douchebags, but that was still a big step for you. You whimpered, hugging yourself and clutching your sides. - Why do you hate me...

- We don't hate you! - Marko almost screamed. - We love you more than anything else. We just...

- There's no excuse for us, - Dwayne interrupted him. - I personally apologize. I should have listened to you. I shouldn't have just leave with Star out of jealousy or anything else. We can't excuse our shitty behaviour. But we can fix this, we can be better mates. Just give us a chance, princex.

- I'm tired of listening words, - you shook your head. Too many thoughts and emotions. You were afraid that you're gonna listen to them, and then, they leave you again. But at the same time... You could feel them calling out to you, trying to calm you. Trying to warm you and your thoughts. They were all around you not daring to touch, as if you were made of glass. You remembered with sad smile that that's how it was in the beginning. They treated you then like this, even after your transformation. Like you were the most precious thing in the world. Then they were worried that you would leave them out of fear or do something reckless. Now they were beyond worried, afraid they gonna lose you forever. So they waited patiently for your answer. - Alright... - you exhaled, closing eyes and lowering head. - But this is the last time, last chance. The minute you're doing this again, I'm gone. And you won't know where I am, whether I'm alive or dead, alone or with somebody else, I promise you, you won't even know.

- Thank you. We understand. That's fair, - smirked David. - Can we touch you? - you looked at them and hesitantly nodded. You instantly were caught in the hands of Paul. Marko snuggled himself in the other side of you. Dwayne hugged you from the back, while David kissed you on the forehead. You were once again surrounded by them, like you were their center.

- You're squeezing the air out of me... - you whined a little, making Marko snicker.

- You don't need air, silly, - answered he. Everyone let go of you anyway, giving some kind of a freedom. Except Paul. He was still clinging to your side, refusing to let go. Given a chance, he would hug you with his legs too, never letting go. You had to just accept it.

- What were your plans today? I know I'm not allowed outside, but... - you just wanted to know, the night had just begun.

- Who told you that? - scoffed David. You looked at him, not sure what to do.

- Some pretty guy... But honestly I think he's a little bit of an asshole, - whispered you. Dwayne laughed behind you, Marko and Paul snickered.

- Let's not talk about this guy, - David made a face of displeasure. His eyes were warm though, that put you to ease, he wasn't mad, he took it as a joke. Maybe that was the new beginning, oh, how you would like to believe that. - Today is all about you. What do you want to do? - you could feel the attention again shifted on you. You thought for a moment.

- I... I haven't eaten for a while, so... - others grinned. Even Paul let go of you for a moment. They were loving, caring and understanding of your calmness and kindness for the most part, but there was no denying they adored more wild, dark side of you. David smirked.

- Then let me invite you to our peace offering dinner, - he outstretched his hand. And like a decade ago, you put your hand in his. It's going to be alright, you believed it.

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