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Chapter 0:
intro; the meeting
It was another night in Santa Carla. Nothing was unusual, the same kind of people, the same fights, the same surfnazis.
Sometimes things were like that for the lost boys, sometimes the routine got to them. After all that’s what being a vampire could get you; you stay the same, you experience the same things day after day because you are immortal, death has touched you but you are still standing, and you will continue for eternity…if you play your cards right.
David and the boys were not looking for a victim that night. They had recently fed- a lot- so they didn’t really need anything more than just some fun.
Paul and Marko looked the most bored; their natural hyper mood suffered a lot due to these nights. To David and Dwayne though, it was just another night. Their character was different, they were the mind, the two brains of the group and the two introverts of course. They balanced Marko and Paul perfectly.
But alas something caught their attention; a guy with a buzzcut was being circled by some bikers outside of a small bar where people went to drink and play some card games like poker . They were screaming and pushing him around. What the boys could make out of the conversation is that the bikers believed that he had cheated, that he had counted the cards. The guy didn’t say a word, but rather kept looking at the people around him, while sipping on some beer. When somebody knocked it out of his hands he just looked a bit disappointed. Then the first punch came. Everybody was looking at the guy now. Paul let out an “Oww” as another blow was swung in the opposite direction.
And yet the guy didn’t react immediately; he looked at the men that had attacked him, an ice cold stare and he started the attack.
The boys watched as he was fighting like an animal, while maintaining an unusual calm expression. He was fighting pretty well for a 5 on 1 but it wasn’t enough. As one of the bikers was falling there was another one that was getting up. He tried his best, but it just wasn't enough. But it was quite the show. As blood was starting to flow from the guy's nose he didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Well that's something else,” David said.
“We should help him,” Dwayne looked at David. “ Yeah, let's do some charity work,” he responded.
And with that Paul and Marko were hollering and laughing as the group got closer.
When they got to the turmoil the fight stopped briefly. Even the guy did, causing two of the bikers to get on each of his sides and hold him. David got a closer look at the buzzcutted boy in front of him; he wasn’t big, looked quite scrawny actually, his hair was dark and his eyes…were not looking at him- but what was likely the leader of the bikers. The biker’s leader turned around and shouted “The fuck are you doing here, blondie? This isn’t your business, get lost.” he was a pretentious prick. As if he was doing David a favor by not punching him too.
The mysterious guy slowly turned his head to David as if he knew that he had to make a decision. His eyes were blue, a light blue that was cold, glowing with a light that seemed unnatural. They looked bright, almost too bright. They were telling him to help him…even if he didn’t want to be helped…even if he didn’t need it.
The other boys were waiting for a heads up of David.
And it came. A simple nod and they each got closer to one of the bikers.
“Well, a 5 on 1 isn’t really fair, don’t you think?” Paul struck a nerve there.
“And now we are even,” another said as he got closer to Dwayne. Then Marko shot the first blow and another fight ensued. The buzzcut guy fought side to side with David. As they were almost done with the bikers, the police came. They were bloody and sweaty from the fight.
The guy looked at Paul in front of him "let's run to the beach!" He screamed while a bit out of breath. And they all ran.
The group was laughing and screaming.
When they got to the beach, by the pier, they all calmed down. The guy stepped aside, with a low hanging head, he looked at the boys and said,with a cigarette that he had just lit up between his lips; " Thank you, you saved me. I owe you one." There was a pause.
He was waiting clearly. He knew what the next question would be.
“And what is your name exactly? You don’t seem from around here.” David asked with a tone that was, at the very least, sharp like a dagger.
The guy brought his head up, his posture solemn, he looked at David briefly, then to his left side. He was pondering something.
“You are right actually, we just moved here. My three sisters and I actually, one is missing.” his eyes suddenly looked tired, he looked to the side. It was consuming him for sure David thought. Dwayne looked quite distraught too and even Paul and Marko showed a bit of sympathy.
“And my name's Johnny. But I still don’t know who I’m talking to.” he said with a breathy laugh. He might have sensed the mood drop.
“I’m David and these are my friends: Dwayne, Paul and Marko.” he gestured to all of them and the guy gave each a nod of his head or a little wave of his hand.
“So you just moved here to look for your sister?” Marko asked.
“No, actually I moved here permanently. The rent was very low and I’ve got some work to do here, for a friend” the guy answered.
“Which involves counting cards?” Paul was being a tease tonight.
“No, that’s just a thing I do to pass time. Besides, I didn't count the cards, I just have a really good intuition.” He laughed as he lit another cigarette.
He took a watch out of his right pocket and gave it a quick glance “Well I gotta go, I don’t want the ladies to be mad at me.”
While he was heading back to the street, he turned around to look at the lost boys and he said “We should hang out, I’ll see you around. After all, I owe you one.”
He said the last part with a grin that David found off putting.
"See ya!” david responded.
“Man, that guy's weird.” said Marko as they headed back home.
“yeah but I also have the feeling that it’s going to be an adventure, something’s ahead of us.”
#Dwayne The Lost Boys#David The Lost Boys#Paul The Lost Boys#Marko The Lost Boys#The Lost Boys#The Lost Boys 1987#The Lost Boys x oc#tlb 1987
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Dear diary (David -Lost Boys- x reader)
Pairing: David (Lost Boys) x Female!Reader
Word count: 3062
A/N: I’m back from the writing block (if you can call having dozens of fanfic ideas in my head but not writing any of them down that), I’ll try to update new fics of new fandoms as well as the ones with the fandoms I’ve ever written before.
This is my first fic for The Lost Boys (1987). After watching the movie and following Tumblrs like @theyreonlynoodlesmike (thank you so much! You inspired me to write about this fandom) I motivated myself to write fanfics about this vampire gang.
I hope you like it!
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Dear Diary,
New life, new me, right?
Santa Clara was not the place you'd imagined spending your teenage and young adult years when you were a child. Your parents had decided the busy city of San Francisco wasn't suited for them, with all the hustle and bustle, so they settled on the Californian coast-city. At first, you had been more than adamant, given that you left all your friends behind; Well, all except for one. Your trusty diary had been something that you had carried everywhere, and inked in its pages were your deepest thoughts.
He knew about your school's fondest memories, your first crush and, since you arrived, your dread for a certain gang's leader.
It had been your first weekend in the city, and you'd decided to clear your thoughts after a long afternoon of studying for your mid-terms. The beach was busy with surfnazis and their girlfriends, friend groups or people who wanted to catch a break from the busy Boardwalk. You'd thought it was a good idea to take a walk down the beach to somewhere secluded, but your plan was thrown out the window when you heard the roaring engines of some motorcycles: they strutted through the Boardwalk as they owned the place, and everyone seemed to know who they were, and instinctively moved out of their way. You didn't want to hang around to get to know them, they screamed trouble, especially after reading the several 'Missing' posters hung around the fair. Grabbing your backpack, you made a beeline towards the fair's exit, making sure no one followed you as you entered the video club; After all, your night had been cut short, and you definitely needed something to distract yourself.
The shop's owner, Max, had greeted you, happy to see "a new face" as he'd put it, offering you the vast range of movies for which you thanked him profusely. As you got lost inside the building, you heard Max's voice trying to throw someone out followed by a sigh.
Turning your head, you saw the squad from before. As your "Stranger danger" instinct kicked in, you tried to evade them, twisting and turning the shop's corners strategically so that they wouldn't noti-
"Well, who do we have here" A male's voice had you cursing your deprecate secret agent's skills. There they were, looking at you, and even though the two blondes were the closest to you, the bleached-haired one was the one who made your stomach churn in uneasiness.
"Someone who just wanted to grab a movie, and has exams next week so I don't have the time to speak with you guys" You tried to cut the conversation short, hoping they would get the hint and leave you to your own devices.
It seemed they had taken the hint, until the bleached-haired one approached you, his gloved hand extending towards your face. You wanted to move, but his emerald green eyes held you in place until you felt him way too close "What the fuck?! Didn't I tell you to fuck off?" You slapped his hand away, surprising him so, and running towards the Boardwalk as you heard the other boy's snickering at his leader's failed attempt at flirting with you "Shut it" Was the last thing you heard before the video club's door closed.
Dear diary,
Just my luck, I try to rent a film to distract myself and I end up in front of some "rejected bad boy members from a boy band" blocking my way. And even one of them decided it was okay to enter my personal space! What the fuck is his problem? What a jerk! Let's hope to all the stars above that I don't run into any of those guys, especially the bleached-haired one...What a creep.
The next days only seemed to fuel your hatred, as you seemed to always stumble into them no matter the circumstances: at the ferris wheel? Check; At the carroussel? Check; At the videoclub when you returned the movie? The bleach blonde was just smoking right outside, shooting you a flirty smirk that you avoided; At the beach? Check...It was a nightmare "Look, I don't know what's your problem with me, but could you not follow me?" You turned to them, as they were about to mount in their bikes "And what if it's you who can't stop following us, all of us can sense the way you look at me" The bleach blonde whispered the last part, making you blush "If looking at you like a creep turns you on...Better get that checked" You shrugged before running towards the bus stop, leaving a dumbfounded David behind as Paul and Marko laughed at him.
This thought, though, changed completely when you returned several nights later at the Boardwalk for a walk near the beach. First, you heard some catcalls and lewd comments that made you want to punch the living daylights of whoever said that, but adrenaline started to kick in as you sensed some surfnazis coming right up behind you "Hey babe, wanna join us?" "No thanks" You tried to be as polite as possible, not wanting the situation to take up any more of your time, but they didn't seem to take no for an answer "C'mon, it will be fun, we have booze" "I said I don't want to!" Even though you screamed, everybody was so immersed in their conversations filled with alcohol that they didn't see nor heard you; As one of them tried to grab you, you took off running in the opposite direction, looking frantically for someone who could help you, or just scary enough to get them away from you.
Your feet were splashing the coast's water, and your screams of help could be barely heard over the music, so everyone assumed you were playing a drunk game of 'Tag'.
As your lungs started to burn and legs to feel heavy, your hope started to decrease "I can't" pant "Run" pant "anymore..." it really seemed that this was going to be your last night, but just then you spotted some bleached-blonde hair, making you almost thank the gods above. Not a very smart decision, but as for now, the gang had not been as sleazy as the guys running after you.
The gang had been observing you quietly, especially David, who grunted when he saw the surfnazis picking on you, such a shame that he couldn't kill them right there. What surprised him was your eyes widening as soon as you saw him, running towards the motorcycles as you tripped on your own feet "Please" Was the only thing you said before trying to hide. As the surfnazis arrived, all it took was a little mind trick from David to send them running away "Why the fuck does being a woman entail being chased by creeps?" Your foot kicked the sand below you, ignoring the gang's amused looks "You're welcome princess" David answered, lighting up a cigarette "Stop calling me that" "Then what should I call you, mine?" "Very funny" You replied sarcastically "Just call me (Y/N)" You stuck your hand out, which he shook awkwardly before everyone introduced themselves.
As you talked for a while, you learned that they were quite the bunch, quickly befriending Paul and Marco while David kept stealing glances at you "The last bus left many hours ago, I wanted to take a stroll back, but I don't feel very safe doing that" You looked at the beach, as people became drunken and started to act even stupider "I don't like this idea..." You muttered under your breath, but you knew it was the only option. Damn your parents for going on a date night today! "Does the princess want a ride?" David asked, as if he could read your thoughts "Actually...yeah, but you can drop me off at the street...Sorry, I still don't trust you that much" Arching your brow, David parted from the others, who ventured into a more secluded area for god knows what, as he approached you with his bike "Hold on tight, it's going to be quite the ride" He smirked, as you mounted behind him, holding onto his "Don't worry I'll be f-DAVID" You were cut midsentence by the motorbike's engine rearing up, making you hold on tight to David, who only chuckled as he sped off into the distance. You really tried to give him directions, but most of the time you were screaming like a madman from speed "Could you fucking slow down?" "Why? Then I wouldn't have you holding on so tight to me" He laughed, making you huff in annoyance "Fuck you" "Perhaps one day princess"
The next day the only thing in your mind was how to thank the boys for what they did with the surfnazi. It was weird how a little mishap could reshape an entire relationship. The problem was, you didn't know where they lived. You'd always seen them leave with their motorbikes through some woods. As you asked your parents about it, always keeping a nonchalant attitude -you didn't need your parents to pry in your relationship with the squad-, and they told you that the only building left was an old a hotel. It had apparently crumbled down after an earthquake and thus, the property was long abandoned by the owners. Nobody had set foot in that place since then.
At least that's what everyone believed, because who would want to live under those conditions after all?
That was the question that pondered in your head when you were entering the place: Why would they want to live in such a place?
But there was no doubt that was where they lived: the walls were adorned with rockstar's posters, as well as there were some clothes scattered around, probably from Paul or Marko. But there was no trace of them "Hello?" Your voice echoed around the walls, waking some pigeons up "Anyone there? Marko?" No sound "Paul?" No trace of anyone "Dwayne?" It was as if they were gone "David?" It seemed as if the chant of his name evoked a breeze that cleared some cobwebs.
A path revealed itself that seemed to go down a little tunnel. As you crawled through it, you started to feel cold, which was weird considering that summer was coming up. As you dropped down, you almost crashed into a wall, coming to a dead end. You almost turned on your heel when you decided to look up.
The shriek that escaped your throat seemed that of a howl, startling David up, dropping down with a demonic stare: his eyes were glowing red...And were those fangs? What the heck was happening?
So you did the only thing a sane person would do. You ran for your life with David on your heels "Let me fucking go you creep!" You said almost the exact same words you'd spoken the prior night to the surfnazi "(Y/N)!" David's voice sounded almost unnatural, that of a beast "Let me go! I won't die here, alone at the hands of..Whatever you are!"
As you saw the end of the tunnel, his hand caught your ankle, making you turn your head at him: your eyes were watery, looking straight back at his demonic ones. At once, they turned normal, his fangs disappeared and there was David "(Y/N), you need to calm down" "Okay..." You said, trying to contain the amount of sarcasm that was put in that statement "Really?" Now it was his turn to be surprised, although that victory was short-lived when he saw your arched brow "Of course not you moron! You were hanging upside down, chased me through a dark tunnel with a demonic face, you only show up at night?" "Do I really need to break that down for you, kitten?" "Don't call me that! And yes, I really need to, because I hope you tell me that you are a special effects make up artist or some extreme sleeping champion -" "We are vampires. We chose this place so no one would come to spy, we didn't expect you to miss us so soon" Now he was just playing with you, did he really think that you were going to find it exciting or arousing that he was a vampire? "Vampires aren't real, they don't exist" At that, his face became demonical again, earning a shriek from you "Do you still think that we aren't real, sweetheart?" Your heartbeat was going wild, too many emotions "Please...Don't hurt me" David let go of your ankle, creeping further into the tunnel "Why would you be still here if you thought I was going to hurt you?" "Because manners come first. I wanted to say thank you for saving me yesterday...Though I don't know if I'm more in danger now" You cast a glance at David, who just smirked, making you snort "That was the last thing I expected to discover today..."
Dear diary,
Holy shit, the craziest thing happened to me today! I went to thank the boys at his house...-if you can call an abandoned hotel that- after they saved me from the surfnazis... I found them in a little subcave hanging upside down! Turns out they're vampires! Don't judge me, I'm still trying to process all that, because I don't drink nor take drugs...I feel like everything I believed was unreal suddenly came to life. Even though it's dangerous, it is kind of exciting, isn't it? I just hope the curiosity doesn't kill the cat, that cat being me.
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Your head was hurting from the study marathon you'd pulled off all day; Your eyes felt like they were scorched and your neck was demanding some rest, and don't get me started on your mental health: the only thing you wanted to do is walk down the Boardwalk in hopes of some fresh air, but it was way too late for you to go alone, especially after the surfnazi accident.
As you were closing your books to go to sleep, the roaring of some engines sounded in the distance before closing in your house, making you curse them for your headache.
When they came to a halt, you sighed in contentment, but the clicking sound of a stone against your window made your sigh turn into a growl "C'mon..." You rose from your seat and opened the window "Hey princess! Join us for a ride!" As you looked down, you recognised David's face, as well as Marko's, Dwayne's and Paul's cheering "What the heck guys! It's almost 2 a.m., you're going to wake my parents up" You scolded them, but David paid no attention to that "That answer won't do, princess!" "I'm not a princess, especially not yours, if nothing, I'm a queen!" You replied to David, who was just smirking now at your pitiful attempt at scolding him "And if I were to go, how do you expect me to come? It's not like I can fly off the window..." David only needed those words to fly up to your window, startling you before picking you bridal style as the other guys cheered and wolf-whistled. That only deepened your embarrassment " I don't recall reading that vampires can fly"
You were grateful that they had dragged you away from home, as you spent all night talking, dancing to rock music, eating chinese food like there was no tomorrow and just, having fun while forgetting about life's problems.
And then exams finished and summer break came by, giving you more time to spend with the vampire gang, who told you more about their past lives, and what was eternal life like...You had so many questions, that sometimes you would forget they were deadly creatures: Paul, Marco and you pranked the other two boys, David always letting you off before taking action with the other boys; You had the most civile conversations with Dwayne out of them all, while with David...It was bizarre: it felt like you could talk about anything with him, he got you and you somehow got him -most of the times, he could be really weird or stubborn, or both- but it felt right.
And that's how you spent most of your June's nights, until you brought back your diary to reflect on how everything was going.
Dear diary,
I never thought that vampires could be cool to hang around, except when the hunger hits, that's definitely not cool. I feel free whenever I am around them, and my grades are still top-notch, so everything's cool-
Well, not everything, you thought while you scribbled down: your mind kept going back to David, bringing with a tingly feeling at the pit of your stomach: he had that bad boy suave style, and he always seemed to know what was in your mind. Of course, you wouldn't tell him that, that ego boost would kill him even though he is already dead. But you were really comfortable with him, so perhaps...And only perhaps, you felt something more?
Thankfully, and because of the same bad luck that had brought your meeting, something happened on one of July’s nights.
As David watched you leave for the night, he noticed something near the fountain, a book to be more precise. When he took a closer look, he discovered it was your diary: at first, he decided not to take a peek, after all, they were all your private thoughts...Just like that, he found himself sat in his wheelchair flicking through the pages of your trusty diary. He was halfway through when he found your first entry since you moved to Santa Carla, from when you first met. From then one, the group and especially him wouldn't seem to leave your thoughts, and he could see the change of character and her opinion on him, until he reached the last page, curling upwards after reading it:
Dear diary,
I think I have a crush on David...
If his heart could still beat, it might have skipped a little bit, not that he would admit that to you, your ego might go through the roof and he wouldn't want to give you the satisfaction. Instead, he just smirked proudly, while reading more intently everything you said about him, his pride relishing after ending every page.
It was only a matter of time you would come back running to him like that night with the surfnazis, and this time, you were going to ride something else.
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#lost boys#the lost boys#lost boys 1987#the lost boys x reader#the lost boys imagine#the lost boys david#the lost boys david x reader#the lost boys david imagine
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Hello! I haven’t requested anything in forever, but I still absolutely love your blog. May I request a David x Reader where the reader feels insecure because all of their friends are in a relationship and they are worried that the one for them doesn’t exist, so David proves them wrong? Thank you in advance and I appreciate you! 💕💖
Thanks hon! Glad to hear that you do!💜💜 I hope you like it - and sorry if David is a bit out of character! (I figured he'd be more like this with someone he truly liked)💕
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"Who died?"
I looked up, no longer staring at the straw sticking in my drink. David sat across from me - I hadn't even truly noticed my friends moving to the dance floor. I sighed softly, shaking my head.
"No one."
"Then what has gotten you so down?"
"Them," I gestured vaguely to where my friends were, laughing and dining with their partners. Some of them were some rather unlikely couples, what with an ex-surfnazi dating the son of the librarian, Maria - who no longer worked in the videostore - finally having a date with Star, and then Jonathan and Kate, who couldnt be more different from each other.
"Ah." David lit a cigarette, taking a sip from my drink. "And now you're wondering when you'll find that?"
"Kind of," I grabbed my drink back before he could take another sip, "also, if you want a drink so badly you can order one."
"Can but won't."
"Prick."
David chuckled. "Why are you so down about that?"
"Do you know how lonely it is if you're the only one in your friendgroup who's single?"
He shook his head. "I thought you were all friends."
"We are. But the second they are together as a pair things change, the - I don't know how else to put this - the hierarchy within the group changes. And it just isn't fun."
"And you're scared you won't find someone and it will all slowly fall apart?"
"Kind off, I guess? It's silly."
"Why don't you just try and find someone you like, go on a couple of dates-?"
"Yeah, right. As if anyone would like me like that."
"Why wouldn't they?"
"Why would they?"
David stood up, putting some money on the table. "Come on, we're going for a ride."
"What?"
"You and I need to talk, and it's better if we do it somewhere where there's less noise."
I nodded - it made sense. I followed him and gave him a grateful smile as he helped me on the back of his bike. He drove quickly, taking me into the forest. He stopped at an open field, a small smile on his face as he noticed the moon shining upon the field.
"What did you want to tell me?"
"I don't want you to talk like that about yourself again. There a plenty of reasons why someone would and should love you."
"I don't know-"
"I do."
"What?"
"You," David took my hand, giving it a soft kiss before letting go again, "are kind, loyal, friendly. You have a wicked sense of humour, got an awesome style and a great taste in music. You are open minded, adventurous and brave. You stand for what you believe in, no matter what anyone else says."
"Yeah, but that's just who I am, i-"
"And should the person you're with not love you for who you are?"
"I guess."
"Good," David grinned, "cause I do."
"You do?!"
"Yep."
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Killing the security gaurd ; while helping the boys also by extension technically helps the surfnazis if you think about IT? In the script it’s all
“They hate eachother but they hate this guy more ewww security guy” but I like how ducking petty David is?
No one touch David or they’ll kill you Aparently, that was the last straw for him I guess
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Da sind wir uns alle einig: SURF NAZIS MUST DIE! #vhs #vhsedit #vhsedits #vhsaesthetic #vhseffect #vhstapes #vhscollection #vhscollector #vhshorror #vhshorror #vhsvideo #vhsforever #surfnazis #surfnazismustdie #filmretroshop #neonzombie (hier: Filmretroshop) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6NNDUBIH8h/?igshid=y8og31k0rkyg
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We say yeah with fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there. @converse_latvija #converse #abra #abramovičs #edgarsspudiņš #toms #krists #ļuda #ļudočka #francofranco #surfnazis #jenota #kūns #ipstens #labais #funtimes #bff #tikforši (at Europe/Riga)
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#surfnazis #mustdie #neely #harden #brenner #george #1987
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Daily Drawing. 40. Surfnazis at Khao Lak
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A racist kook sign in the front yard of someone's home located a block from the beach. Truly unfortunate, even if ignorance is their excuse. #surfkook #wtf #iamamigrant #ignorance #surfnazi #beachbumb . . . . . . . . . . . #beachcities #coastalliving #northcountysandiego #surfsup #noborders #nationalpride #solanabeach #migration #fakenews #unitedwestand #wethepeople #notinmyname #racism #predjudice #artistswithoutborders #unification #oneworld #illegalimmigrants #sandiego #whatunityreallymeans #immigration #sandiego_ca #photooftheday #picoftheday #whatunityreallymeans #unification #unitaryrepublic #oneworld #worldcitizen #globalcitizen #perspective #ibelieveintheunitaryrepublic #unitedearth #changetheworld #diversity #noborders #coexist #artistswithoutborders #esalen #thinktank #iamamigrant #migration #ovaloffice #fakenews #wethepeople #earthlings #globalcitizen #infowars #Americafirst #propaganda #pedagogy #notinmyname #lovebombs #unitednations #unitedwestand #ucberkley #ovaloffice #resist #riseup #josephbeuys #mikekelley #housejudiciarycommittee #martyrloserking #afropunk #davidhammons #nojusticenopeace #protest #freedom (at United Nations) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmaHrcTB4-s/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2rgwwqgvl2pk
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#bitchensummer #surfnazis #hang10 #surfsup #babes #beach #nazis #fun #lol
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Ok but hear me out: the boys reveal themselves to their s/o, but their s/o is more upset at the fact that they lied to them (I hope that makes sense)
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You had wondered for a while what was going on with your boys. I mean, they never showed up during the day, never seemed to have a care in the world. People who passed them off disappeared...
You had the craziest ideas, going from "shit these boys just have bad luck when it comes to people they meet" to "are they in some cult?"
You tried not to show it, but you were worried. Was it something bad that was happening to them? Were they in trouble? And what about those few times you noticed blood on their clothes?
To make matters even worse you actually had an officer at your door this morning, asking you a couple of questions about some surfnazis who had disappeared.
So, that night you are quite irritated with the boys. Something was up - and it was starting to really affect your life.
You walk up to them at the boardwalk, don't even greet them and just ask: "are you in a cult?"
They laugh, asking you where that came from. So, somewhat angrily and stressed you explain. Your worries, the police... They fall quiet.
"Come with us." David walks away from the boardwalk, away form the people. Some alarmbells start ringing inside your head but you decide to follow anyways.
Once the five of you were truly alone, David told you what they were. "Vampires."
You stand there, quietly. Then out of nowhere you burst into laughter. "Vampires?" you laugh, "you're fucking vampires?" Your laughter quickly turned into anger.
"For months I've been worried! Scared you were mixed up in some bad shit! Scared you were doing something that would get you killed or in prison! I had to answer questions which could have lead to all of you being arrested with murder charges and now you tell me your actual fucking vampires?!"
The boys were quiet. "Babe, we didn't want to scare you -" Paul tried, getting a glare.
"See how that worked out. Besides - you fucking lied to me! All of you!"
"I'm sorry -" Dwayne began, but I shook my head.
"I want a healthy relationship. Alright? I don't give a fuck about what you are - I care about what I mean to you. And if all of you think that I'm okay with being lied to-?"
"We don't just go about telling everyone were vampires Y/N!" David said sharply.
"We've been together for seven months!"
"So?"
"All of you lied to me for seven whole months!
Dwayne sighs, standing up and hugging you. "I'm sorry."
You nod quietly, still glaring at the others. "I need time to think. I don't care about what you are, but I'm never going to be okay with being lied to."
You went home, ignoring them as they called for you.
The next evening you met up with them again, everyone -including David - apologising for the lying.
"It will take some time before I fully trust you all again."
They nod in understanding - they're already happy enough you still want to talk to them.
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Watching the classiest movies. #surf #hangten #80s #surfnazis
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Hi, how are you? I was wondering if you could do a poly!lost boys, where before they meet her, they just see her walking around the boardwalk from time to time, she wins a raffle, and the prize is a small sized bear, but she gives the bear to marko or laddie. And you can take it from there, I just liked how fluffy the idea was. Anyway have a good day❤
I hope you like it! Have a good day as well!💕
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Laddie knew he wasn't suppose to wander of on his own, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. Seeing all the games, the prizes - he just liked them a lot and wanted to see them even though his brothers didn't. So, he sneaked off, going to see what kind of games he wanted to play when he was older and what kind of prizes he would win.
Walking around, he noticed her - playing one of those shooting games. He was just about to walk up to her, asking if she would help him play the game - right when he bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going -" the man looked down, a sinister smirk appearing on his face. "You! You little fuck - don't think I've forgotten you!" The man was ready to hit him.
Laddie stood there, quite literally frozen. It hadn't been his fault that he'd thrown up on that surfnazi. Paul had dragged him into the rollercoaster, insisted on going at least nine times after each other (because it was fun, right?). He'd gotten of the coaster feeling okay, until he didn't. He was standing in the boardwalk again, threw up leaning over the railing, only to accidentally throw up on this surfnazis head.
"What the hell did he do to make you so pissed?"
It was the girl from the game, giving a cold look to the surfnazi.
"It's none of your fucking business bi-"
"I think it is, see," she smiled, standing next to Laddie, "my cousin is new in town. So whatever you think he did? Well, it wasn't him."
"Yeah? Fuck you - I think I'd remember a little punk like that!"
She sighed, shaking her head. "Apparently not. Get the fuck out of here."
The surfnazi sighed angrily, giving her a pissed off glare. "This isn't over, bitch!"
"Ma'am, you still get to pick a prize," the standholder called the girl, causing her to smile. "Is there any you'd like?" she asked Laddie, who turned to point at a cute teddybear.
"Thank you," he smiled as she handed it to him, "I'm Laddie."
"Kate. Are you sure you're okay? Is there anyone I could help you look for?"
"My brothers are here somewhere, I think."
With that Kate walked down the boardwalk, holding Laddies hand as he searched for his brothers. He told her quite a lot about them - their hobbies, likes and dislikes. They searched for almost twenty minutes before he found them, pointing at four boys.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Laddie asked as they neared the group, causing Kate to laugh quietly.
"What?"
"A boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?"
"N-no- I eh, I don't."
"Who's this?"
Kate looked up to see they'd arrived at the group, and the one that was seemingly the leader looked at Laddie - who quickly explained how he met her and how she helped him.
"And them she got me this teddybear!"
"Thanks for helping him."
"Yeah, no problem." Kate smiled, looking at David, a he introduced himself.
Kate stood there for a while, feeling rather uncomfortable. "I think I should go. It was nice meeting you guys."
"Hold up!" Paul said, right before she walked off. "Laddie likes you. We think your cool. Why not hang out with us?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"What's the worst that can happen?" Marko asked, causing Kate to laugh loudly.
"Do you want a list?"
The boys chuckled.
"Please hang out with us?" Laddie looked at her, giving her the best pleading eyes he could.
"Fine. But if I die I will be haunting all of you!"
"Is that a promise?" Dwayne asked, a sly grin on his face.
With that she climbed on the back of David's bike, holding on to him as they drove towards their home. Kate was quite surprised to see the cave, hearing the story and getting to know the boys a bit better. They were definitely more fun and chill than they looked out on the boardwalk, where the main thing they seemed to be was dangerous.
As it was getting later and later, Kate finally just asked if she could stay the night. It would be no use to find a motel now, and they hopefully had a place for her either on a sparebed or just on a couch. David had smiled, leading her to a nicely decorated room. "If you need anything during the day, second door to the right is the kitchen. Well probably be out, so just enjoy yourself."
With that he'd wished her a goodnight, before rejoining the boys.
"She's sweet," Marko noted as he looked at the others. He was the one who had spotted her first, seeing her wander around the boardwalk. They hadn't quite known how to approach her, but luckily Laddie had wandered off and arranged that for them. Well, luckily - luckily she stood up for him, helped him seek them and met them as a result of that.
"You think she really is our mate?"
"I don't know," David looked at Dwayne. "I won't complain if she is."
"You think she'll be a good fit?" Paul asked.
"She got some sort of fire in there," David nodded, a small and rare smile on his face. "We'll see what she'll be to us. We figure it out along the way."
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